According to the private opinion publicly expressed of some of Corning’s pessimistic croakers, the town is going to the demnition bow-wows at a hand gallop. According to them the new railroad leaving us out has killed the town dead, and no need for an autopsy. Two or three of the beaneries are going to quit, and owing to the present, past and future unfriendliness the Iron Mountain Railway company is seriously considering all sorts of retaliatory antics, all business will be stagnated, et cetera ad nauseam. It is confidently believed by a few, however, that we will continue to receive the sun, wind and rains of heaven in the future as in the past.