he didn’t want to angle in that region—that lie was an unwelcome visitor, and like ('apt. Kidd, he sailed, and he was in constant dread of being captured “as he sailed.5’ He closely scrutinized the serpent, and took as accurate a measurement of its dimensions as the eye could decide. It was forty feet in length, if it measured an inch, with proportionate girth. The dragon that St. George subjugated was an infant in comparison. It had eyes larger than tin philters, and a mouththat would have taken in two mules with a Michigan wagon attached, and Tim Cokely on top, with his long whip. It had rows of teeth that rivaled in whiteness the most translucent gypsum; in length like poignards, and of the proverbial sharpness of “a serpent’s tooth.” Gad! it would have scaped even a Rochester Editor to look at. Why, St. John, in all his dreams on the isle of Patinos, saw nothing more terrible than was this in reality, and the disciple of Izaak Walton of course tied in dismay from its proximity. He went to Rochester and related his “vision,” and, as an old fisherman of experience, who had tried all the multitudinous devices and expediments for eatelqug fish, suggested that the monster could be caught, and explained the manner in which lie would proceed to capture him. He would sail to his haunt, with strong lines and hook, and a sufficient force of men to man them, and lie would “bait him with a leg of mutton.” This was the thing exactly, which all Rochester admitted, to conquer the demon of the lake. Mr. Schlosser could not remain tosee his experiment tried, but had the satis** faction of knowing that it “met the approval of their attestation.” Last week some time, after he had been at home from his visit some days, he received a dispatch or letter from Rochester (it is immaterial which)containing the startling announcement that the serpent had been caught—baited, as he had suggested, with a leg of mutton! He had also come within a quarter of an inch of guessing its length. It measured, instead of forty feet, just thirty-nine feet eleven and three-quarter inches! Think of it! Mr. Schlosser naturally felt proud, and exhibited the dispatch or letter to his host of friends, who also felt proud of a Huntington man being the means of bringing an untamed sea lion to terms. The dispatch further stated that it was the purpose to send Mr. Schlosser a very fine slice of the 44Wliat is it,” and for several days the express trains were watched to see the “slice.” It is believed that the train containing it was wrecked somewhere and the slice lost, which is a sad disappointment to all of us, since a barbecue was con-plated on its arrival. If there is any **£ of the monster left, we hope Reas, mery will at once forward it to our w orthyrecorder.—Rochester Sentinel.