We were always taught that it was not polite in company to make fun of stupid peoples' blunders. There is no objection to this amusement when we are by ourselves, and therefore, the reader can take this paragraph which we cut from an agricultural contemporary, into some quiet corner, and all alone by himself, enjoy a good laugh over it:

"A French naturalist, of the name of Henri Lecourt, devoted a great part of his life to the study of the habits and structure of moles, and he tells us that they will run as fast as a horse will gallop. By his observations he rendered essential service to a large district in France, for he discovered that numbers of moles had undermined the banks of a canal, and that, unless means were taken to prevent the catastrophe, these banks would give way, and inundation would ensue. By his ingenious contrivances and accurate knowledge of their habits, he managed to extirpate them before the occurrence of further mischief. Moles, however, are said to be excellent drainers of land, and Mr. Hogg, the Ettrick shepherd, used to declare that if a hundred men and horses were employed to dress a pasture farm of 1500 or 2000 acres they would not do it as effectually as moles would do if left to themselves".