The Laird of Bexley.We take the following from the World. There are few of our readers who do not remember Mr. Laidlaw, when he used to visit Lindsay in “days of yore,” and when his “ sledge hammer ” oratory brought the bonus every t^ne. That he has many admirers in this County goes without saying, and we cordially wish him till the prosperity and happiness possible in the enjoyment of life at the “ Fort”:—Back in the township of Bexley, county of Victoria, bordering on Balsam Lake, the Laird of Bexley has his seat. Rich in land, possessed of many horned cattle, respected by his neighbors, visited occasionally by his old cronies, George Laidlaw is passing the remainder of his days in patriarchal and pastoral simplicity. The World made a pilgrimage to “ The Fort” the other day and found the one-time Prince of Bonus hunters in good health, and wrapt up in his land, his cattle and his toga. The pilgrim saw four hundred prime bullocks fattening on the grassy fields and woodlands that make up the ‘2000 acres of the Laidlaw domain. “You are a veritable laird,” said the visitor. “ No, I am only a grasping farmer, like my fathers were in Scotland, only 1 hold the fee while they rented their pastures. ” As overseers of this big estate Mr. Laidlaw has his three sons, all enthusiasts in their occupation, while two daughters preside over the home and hearth with grace and hospitality. That “ the laird ” may prosper, that he may attain to the height of patriarchal and pastoral bliss, that his bullocks may each add 825 to his weight through consumption of the juicy grasses, and that the farmers of Ontario may be induced to follow his successful venture, was the parting wish of The World as the laird’s team of mules started off with the visitors on a seventeen-mile drive through the County of Victoia, fast becoming one of the best farming districts of Ontario.