Subscriptions Taken for Six Months. BRANCH OFFICES AT No. 76 Cedar St., New York, AND AT Yonkers, Norwalk, Stamford, and Elizabeth. HORSEMEN, ATTENTION! Farmers, Farmers' Clubs, Drivers, Riders, Grooms, Livery Stable Keepers, Owners, Professional Horsemen. The whole press, sporting papers, secular and religious journals, unite in saying that HIRAM WOODRUFF'S work on "The Trotting Horse of America" Is "THE MOST PRACTICAL AND INSTRUCTIVE BOOK EVER PUBLISHED CONCERNING THE HORSE." And the best known professionals, Hoagland, Mace, Pfifer, etc, endorse it with equal heartiness. Ask your Bookseller for it, Or enclose the price, $2.25, and it will be mailed to you postpaid. J.B. FORD & CO., Publishers, 39 Park Row, New York. [Illustration: HENRY SPEAR PRINTER - LITHOGRAPHER STATIONER & BLANK BOOK MANUFACTURER 82 WALL ST NEW YORK] $2 to ALBANY and TROY. The Day Line Steamboats C Vibbard and Daniel Drew, commencing May 31, will leave Vestry st. Pier at 8.45, and Thirty-fourth st. at 9 a.m., landing at Yonkers, (Nyack, and Tarrytown by ferry-boat), Cozzens, West Point, Cornwall, Newburgh, Poughkeepsie, Rhinebeck, Bristol, Catskill, Hudson, and New Baltimore. A special train of broad-gauge cars in connection with the day boats will leave on arrival at Albany (commencing June 20) for Sharon Springs. Fare $4.25 from New York and for Cherry Valley. The Steamboat Seneca will transfer passengers from Albany to Troy. THE MYSTERY OF MR. E. DROOD. AN ADAPTATION. BY ORPHEUS C. KERR. CHAPTER III. THE ALMS-HOUSE. For the purpose of preventing an inconvenient rush of literary tuft-hunters and sight-seers thither next summer, a fictitious name must be bestowed upon the town of the Ritualistic church. Let it stand in these pages as Bumsteadville. Possibly it was not known to the Romans, the Saxons, nor the Normans by that name, if by any name at all; but a name more or less weird and full of damp syllables can be of little moment to a place not owned by any advertising Suburban-Residence benefactors. A disagreeable and healthy suburb, Bumsteadville, with a strange odor of dried bones from its ancient pauper burial-ground, and many quaint old ruins in the shapes of elderly men engaged as contributors to the monthly magazines of the day. Antiquity pervades Bumsteadville; nothing is new; the very Rye is old; also the Jamaica, Santa Cruz, and a number of the native maids. A drowsy place, with all its changes lying far behind it; or, at least, the sun-browned mendicants passing through say they never saw a place offering so little present change.