A few nights since, a fond lover in Lafayette, Indiana, seated himself on a barrel turned on its side, while serenading his heart's mistress. In his ecstasy, he rolled the barrel over, slammed his guitar against a shutter in his effort to regain his balance, and disappeared in the cistern. 

The bubbling cry of the strong swimmer in his abony brought out the entire family, including the bull-dog, in various brief and picturesque costumes, ranging all the way from an elaborate robe de nuit and curl papers worn by the innocent cause if it all, to a simple yet serviceable collar, ornamented with spikes, worn by the bull-dog.  P.S. - He was fished out.

Illustrated Police News, March 14, 1872.