Mrs. DIBBS was led to the local registrar’s office by Sheriff’s Deputy ORLANDO T. STRUGGLES.  Time went on, and five flourishing STRUGGLESES were added by the former Mrs. DIBBS to the population of the town.  On Thursday last, however, Colonel DIBBS was discovered by his eldest son, Mr. JERNIAH N. DIBBS, the well-known notary public, sitting in his familiar seat in the Fifth Street Saloon, drinking rum-shrub out of a tumbler.  An explanation followed.  Sheriff’s Deputy STRUGGLES, in the handsomest manner, offered to resign all claim to the possession of the Colonel’s spouse.  The Colonel, however, would not hear of this.  Finally it was decided to spin a five-dollar green-back for the lady.  An inopportune gust of wind, however, carried off the fateful money, and the momentous question is still undecided.  The Colonel has announced his intention of continuing a bachelor, even if he has to fight the matter up to the Supreme Court, and a large majority of the inhabitants of the town are willing to support him, with a view to making this a test case.

MUNCHAUSENVILLE, March 2.

Yesterday, as one of the chief tiger-purveyors of this city was engaged in exercising his troupe of fiery, untamed tigers, in the main street, two of the ferocious animals escaped from the string which has usually been found sufficient for their confinement.  A general stampede of the inhabitants immediately followed, the majority finding refuge in the bar of the recently constructed Hotel Columbia, Mayor MADDERLEY and his amiable consort were, however, not so fortunate.  The Mayor, being shortsighted, mistook the two denizens of the jungle for a couple of performing poodles, to whose training he had devoted much of his leisure, and who, as it happened, were at that precise moment expected on their return from the post-office, with the Mayor’s mail in their mouths—­a trick which had often amused the Mayor’s friends.  Mr. MADDERLEY advanced to stroke his supposed pets, and was much surprised to find himself torn in pieces before he had time to send for the city mace.  Mrs. MADDERLEY, a stout, plethoric lady, would have been the next victim, had she not, with extraordinary presence of mind, declared herself dead the moment the animals approached her.  This deceit (which, however, has been the subject of grave censure in many pulpits,) saved her life.  Maddened by the taste of blood, the tigers next attacked Mr. LARIAT’s grocery store.  Here, however, they met their match in an army of Gorgonzola cheeses, which broke from their shelves, attacked the intruders with wonderful fury, and in ten minutes had so far subdued them that their owner was able to recapture them, and lead them home.  The obsequies of Mr. MADDERLEY’s shoes and his umbrella—­all that was left of the unhappy Mayor—­have just taken place amidst universal demonstrations of sympathy.  The funeral cortege took an hour to pass a given point.  Widow MADDERLEY proposes to sue the owner of her late husband’s assassins.