We will give a short obituary of the death of the Newport postoffice. We would have given it sooner, but when the poor thing died a number of its friends sent a petition to Washington to have it resurrected. But now the time has expired and the petitioners have put up mail boxes. While some still linger in the resurrection faith and have put up only wooden boxes, so should it revive they have been to expense. But we are sure it is forever and eternally dead. The Newport postoffice was born about 16 years ago. It was a child of the Iowa Central railroad. Its death occurred on the 30th day of the 5th month in the fifth year of the reign of McKinley. In its time it has had live godfathers- in its last days it had two; they nursed it so well that it took a new disease called "rural delivery," but in spite of all the nursing they could do it died and was sent to Washington for interment. Its mourners look as if they had put on sack cloth and shes. But like the Milerites, they are disappointed.