An Autumn Song.
Twin in the spring we met, my dear,
One showery April day;
The grass was fttll of violets
And pretty buds of My.
I looked at yon, yon looked at mo,
The birds began to sing,
Ami on each bnsh rain-Jowela hung
Whi " we met In the spring.
Twaa in tho fragrant summer, desr;
The roeet everywhere
Were blushing witli a proud delight
TO And themselves so IWlr,
When I your sweet red lips, my dear,
No longer could resist,
And yon confessed you loved me, dear,
In summer when wo kissed.
Twos in the lovely autumn, dear;
The fit his were rich in grain,
Bright berries gloamed on wayside vines,
And glowed along tho lane,
And all tho trees were gayly dressed
In russet, gold and rod -
In autumn, when the grapee were ripe.
And we, my dear, were wed.
Then blessed be spring, for it first showed
Your sunny face to me;
Anil bloMed be summer, for it hesrd
Yon vow my love to be;
And doubly bleeaed be autumn for
The crowning of my life;
It saw that happy day, my dear,
When yon l>ecame my wife.
—-Jfarjrtn I E'jtingr, in Harper'* Wt'tkly.
THE RING AND THE ROLL
*
Of all people that make trouble for
themselves the jealous can take the
palm ; and of all the jealous, Mr. Don
ald McDonald was able to get the most
torture from the least material.
When Lucia fell in love with him,
ahe did not dream of this affliction, for
he seemed abont as indifferently cool
and hanghty a man as one could picture.
Perhaps she flirted a little recklessly
with one and another lest he should
divine her secret; perhaps on that ac
count he thought the only way to get
her was to take her by storm. She did
not flatter herself that he remembered
her when out of his sight, till one day
on the piazza a party of them having
been talking gayly of their possible
futures, and all having left but herself,
he came back, and leaning against a pil
lar, and pulling down the rose-vine,
"What is that you are doing, Lucia?"
he said. " Does it require all your
attention ? Look at me, Luciaand
■he thoughtlessly obeyed. " When wo
were all speaking of our paths in the
future, was there any seriousness in
what you said ? Did you suppose I
would ever listen to any plan of a future
for you in which I was not a part ?"
" You!" looking up at him where he
towered above her dark and superb as
Lucifer.
"I. And I tell you now, Lucia, you
•re going to marry me or nobody. You !
are to be my wife, or no man's wife."
And many of Lucia's distresses came
from that acquiescence in which her
glad heart stood still a moment before
it beat upon her lover's, in which her
hand lay trembling in his, while be
•lipped upon its finger a curious gem
mel-ring of rubies and brilliants. If
ahe had rebelled, if she had coquetted
or dallied, she might not have remained
in the half-hnmble light which made
her more like a slave than a wife; if
ahe had obliged him to sue instead of
allowing him to claim, he might hardly
have ventured on such a lordly and dic
tatorial demeanor. Ho hurried the
wedding so that she had no time to per
ceive anything but his passidn for her
self. And now that regret was too late,
all there was for her was as straight a
path, looking neither to the right nor
the left, as a wealthy woman in society
eould walk. But to a friendly beauti
ful creature like Lucia, who liked every
body, and whom everybody liked, this
was no easy matter. Nor especially was
it easy when some of her former lovers
came along, to whom ahe felt it right to
be particularly gentle in view of their
regret and her felicity.
For Lucia was really happy. Kfae
desired no indiscriminate admiration ;
her husband's waa enough for her. She
had bis adoration, and she knew it, and
he was her all in all; nothing more
grand and noble and beautiful than he
waa possible to her conception of a
human being. She loved him so that
if he bad trampled her heart out of her
body, she would have thought it but a
fit service she rendered him in suffering
it. And it cost her nothing to relin
quish all companionship but his, for
ahe wanted no other.
The one hinderance to her happiness
waa that her husband failed to recog
nise ail this, and seemed to have a con
stant fear of loss of her affection if she
became aware of the existence of any
body else, hbe knew that bis bursts of
anger through suspicion did not moan
that he loved her any the less, but they
frightened her and they caused her un
wisely to conoeal any attention, flattery,
or kindness that she received. She
tried to frost her manner, bat it only
acquired an icy sweetness that made
her all the more attractive, and her
bouse was thronged, and her Invitations
Were a multitude.
f Nevertheless, Lucia almost forgot
herself one day when the servant an
nounced Mr. Dunstable. - Tom Dun
stable I" she exclaimed before she
thought. "I am delighted." And she
held out both hands to this old school -
mate and sort of oonsin, and was eager,
her face aglow, to hear what account
he had to give of himself, asking if he
remembered this, and replying as to
whether she remembered that, laughing
over circumstances occurring before
her husband's reign, and all at once
stnrting and looking about for her htis
band, t>eckoning him, and when he
would not stir, taking Mr. Dnnstablo
over herself, and introducing him, with
another grand mistake, as a dear old
friend who was one of the family, but
not a scrap o( relation.
A dear old friend, one of the family,
and not a scrap of relation I Nothing
more was needed to kindle Mr. McDon
ald's altar fires, lie was flint and steel
already. " Wasting her sweetness on a
curmudgeon," said Mr. Dunstable to
himself. And if for a minute he had a
mind to give Mr. McDonald something
to fret about, in another minute
he thought ho would cut off
his hand before making Lucia any
trouble. "80," he said to her, when
Mr. McDonald had walked off and loft
them as a great dog leavos a couple of
children that have disturbed him, " you
have a jailer—"
" I have the best of husbands !" she
exclaimed. "And I adore him. Be
sides—"
"Besidei, I mustn't talk to you in
that way. Well, I won't. 1 shouldn't
like him to Rpeak so to my bonny Kate.
I am going to be married to Kato I)ea
rn rd—the sweetest girl I I must come
and tell yon about her to-morrow, Lu
cia. What hour shall yon be alone V
To-morrow? Lucia had begun to
recollect herself sufficiently to know
that her husband's wrath would be a
bright and shining light to-morrow if
such an interview took place. "To
morrow?" she said. " But I have an en
gagement. Bow long are you to be in
town f Only two days? Let mo see—l
shall l>o at Aunt Marbury's to-morrow
at three."
Ah, Lucia, Lucia McDonald, her inner
consciousness cried, a clandestine meet
ing at another person's house I No
wonder if her husband were angry!
And yet it seemed hard if she might
not hear about the marriage of ono for
whom she had such an innocent attach
ment. And sho hated equally that any
one she honored should think her heart
lees or see her husband's one weakness
The fact that she felt a little gnilty
made her humility and sweetness in car -
nate in her mannor toward her husband;
and the fact that she was so sweet and
submissive made him a trifle lordlier
than before. She knew the drift of his
tlionglita too well, and he need not havo
taken the tronbl* to formnlato a pro
nnciamento, as he did at dinner.
" A married flirt," said Mr. McDon
ald, apropos of little or nothing, "ranks
with the monstrous. Once convinced
of snch a deformity in a woman's char
acter, I wonhl not live with her an
hour."
"By the way," raid Lucia, tho least
bit tremulously, "Tom Dunstable is
going to be married."
" You are very familiar, Lneia. But
why 'by the wav'? Is Mr. Dunstable
a flirt r
" He? Ob, no; bnt Kate Dcapard is,
and he is going to marry ber "
"He ia to be pitied then," aaid Mr.
McDonald, with aaperity.
" Yea; Tom ia the moat faithful fel
low in eziatenoe. no will never forget
the time I save! him from Master
Hrownlow'a rage by taking the fornling
myaelf."
" Yon, Lucia ? And the honnd let
yon ! Well, I wonld thank him to for
get. I want no man with reminiacencee
of my wife."
Lncia did not remind him that it
wonld be diflicnlt to blot ont her paat
existence. She only langhad, and aaid:
" Ob, it makea no odds, for it ia not the
aame person. I am a totally different
being from that one. It hardly aeema
aa though I had been alive before I
married yon, Don." And anybody not
luxuriating in jealousy would have
melted at the amile aho gave him.
But the next day ahe waa at her Annt
Marbnry'a to find Tom there before her,
and to liatcn to hia enamored account
of Kate Deapard, hia marriage, hia
hojiea, hia plana. "I gave Kato a plain
ring to wear aa a wodding ring by-and
byo," aaid Tom. 'I want an engagement
ring for her that haa never been on any*
body's finger, and made like one yon
wore jnat before yon married— the
quaintest,thing I Yon have it on now,
Lncia, perhaps?"
"Yea, indeed. Don gave it to me.
It waa my engagement ring, Tom."
" Then yon wonld not eare to lend it
for the goldsmith to see T aaked Tom.
Lncia hesitated. She did not want
the ring ber betrothed gave desecrated
by passing from band to hand. To tell
the truth, she had a little rather neither
Kate Despard nor another had a ring
just like it. And then Don wonld be
certain to misconstrue. Bnt Don need
not know. She bated to disoblige Tom.
It wonld be away only a night. She
slipped off her glove and gave it,
"Kate will thank 70a so much," said
Tom. Ho took her hand a moment.
"It ia a kind little hand," he said. "It
will always wear the pearl of great
price. Once," he added, half laughing,
" before my darling Kate'a waa promiaed
mo, I had hoped to oall thia band my
own." And they looked np, to aoo Mr.
Donald McDonald towering like an
avenging deity in the doorway. He hail
heard only the laat phrase.
"Do not let mo interrupt yon," he
aaid, in hia loftiest accent of withering
acorn.
But Lucia was too quick for him.
"Good-bye, Tom,"she cried, rcgard
loss of appearances.
" Good-bye. I suppose wo meet at
Mrs. Maynard's dinner to-night I"
But she was at the carriage, beside
her husband, before the words had
passed Tom's lips.
" Aren't you going to help mo in,
Don 7" she asked.
"Do you wish to enter 7' asked the
Grand Llama.
Why, certainly I do. I told John
to drive ronnd, and wondered he was so
slow."
"Slow! Too quick, I should say,"
he answered, while John shook his
white reins to the prancing beasts.
" Oh, now, Don," she exclaimed,
"you are angry at poor Tom's pa
laver."
" I don't know any right your poor
Tom has to be talking palaver to my
wife."
"Ho ws'. telling of hia happiness
with Kate Despard."
•' 1 don't know any right my wifo
hss to receivo confidences from another
man."
" Don, aren't yon ashamed 7' cried
Lucia, desperately. "An old friend,
all bnt brongbt np in the house with
me—"
"Is that any reason bo shonid be
saying to you that once he expected to
call your hand hi own ? You, a married
woman, listening to him ! And for all
I know he Las kissed your hand. It is
shameful! it is monstrous 1 it is abom
inable 1"
" He never kissed my hand,"
" Why is your glove off?"
"Oh, Don, my darling, how ridiculous
yon make yourself!"
" Answer my question. Have yon
been exchanging rings with that rascal?"
he cried, his eyes blazing in bis white
face. "By the Lord, if that is so, I
will have his life? Where are your
rings, Lucia T'
" Gracious, Don, what a flame yon
can blow up from a spark I Do you ex
pect me to wear my rings about like so
many fetters ? Itings hurt one's hands
under gloves, and I don't always wosr
them."
" Y'ou will let me see"—his eyes
growing blacker and blacker, as if his
wrath condensed its darkness through
them—"every ring I have given you,
the moment we enter the house, whether
you find them fetters or not!"
And the brilliant and raby gemmel in
Tom Dnustable's pocket I What on
earth was she to do ? Why had she not
told him the whole story at first ? Now,
under threats, it was too late. lie
would not believe her. He would be
only the more infuriated.
"Do you mean to say, Donald," she
exclaimed, turning on him her beautiful
eyoa, " that yon are accusing me, your
faithful wife, of anything your words
imply?" Then tho worm turned. " How
long do you think yon can keep my af
fections—"
" I don't imagine I can keep them. I
don't imagine I have kept them—" And
when, as just at that instant they
reached their own door, a band of music
set the horses to dancing, the carriago
wheels ran up tho stepping-stone, and
a crash ensued, out of which she was
lifted in a dead faint, Lucia"counted it
one of the good fortunes of her life.
Of oourae, with the servants running
this way and that, and with confusion
and cries in the house, rings and re
proaches were forgotten, and Mr. Donald
McDonald, calling himself a brute,
hung over his wifo in despair, and Lnoia
had a delightful hour of recoTery and
devotion; and then, against her hus-
Itand's remonstrances, proceeded to
dress for Mrs. Maynard's dinner.
" Ab, what a hypocrite and actress I
am becoming 1" she sighed to herself.
" And what a coward I And all because
I love him so."
Bat nobody wonld have thonght the
lovely creature sweeping into Mrs.
Maynard's drawing-room, in her white
gold-embroidered satin, was any of ths
horrid things she called herself. They
wero the lat arrivals, and when Locia
went oat on Mr. Maynard's arm, she
found herself, in a little spasm of fright,
with Tom Dnnstable at ths other hand,
and her husband nearly -opposite. It
was a moment of absolute terror to
Lucia. She knew that the eight of
Tom Dunstable wonld bring back all
her husband's mood. She saw the
blaok cloud shut down over his faoe in
stantly, and aha fait that her least mo
tion would be watched with lynx-like
narrowness.
But she must get that ring, and be'ore
she pat on her gloves again. " Tom,"
she whispered, not looking at him,
scarcely moving bar lips, and km 1 face
placid aa annahine, " give me that ring
at once, aa you value my life."
"Great heavens!" murmured Tom;
"it ia at the goldsmith's."
The consternation and pleading in
her eyes would have ruined her had not
her husband trodden on Miss Ormond's
train in the general seating, and )>een
a moificnt preoccupied. In that mo
ment Tom, nodding excuse to hia neigh
bor and to Mr. Maynard, slipped into
the hall, and was back again before the
rustic had quite subsided. It seemed
to Lucia as if every oyster wore a turtle;
sipping her soup was like the effort of
the old woman to sweep the sea from
her door. Through roast, entree, course
by course, what interminable torture
was this she endured 1 Bhc would liavo
declared they had been at the table
half the night. All the time she fell
her husband's glance pursuing her,
while she manipulated her hand to
evade it; and all the time she had to
talk with Mr. Maynard, and give her
repartees on this side and the other, as
if the gayest of the gay, with no more
idea of what she was saying than if in
a trance. Wliat an eternity it was l>e
coming! what a reckoning was to follow!
Hhc was receiving the pnnishment of
her deceit a thousand times. Dazed and
dizzy, a scarlet spot on either cheek,
she felt hardly able to keep her chair.
Bho wanted to scream oat to her bus -
band the whole story; Bho was afraid
she should.
The prairie chicken was being served,
when she saw, as if in a dream, a
waiter, who had just come in, stoop
ing to pick up Tom's napkin, and a side
long glance showed her Tom fumbling
with a tiny parcel. In another breath
it was all right. The color left her
cheek ; she understood what was said
aronnd her; the prairie-chicken had
some flavor. Hlie stretched her hand
for a bit of bread. " I beg your par
don," said Tom, "thia is your roll, 1
think." And she crumbled the roll be
tween them, and the ring touched the
tip of her finger, and with the help of
the crust and the table-cloth she wor
ried it into its usual place while answer
ing Mr. Maynard'a question as to her
preferences regarding game. And as
she raised her hand to brush back a
love-lock falling too low over her beau
tiful eyes, Mr. Donald MeDonald saw
the blood-red flash of thereby gemmel
ring.
But it was not till a year and a day
that be heard the story from his wife's
lips, and forgiving her for her part,
promised better fashions for bis own.—
IfarjH rr's Jlnt-ir.
"Hit 1JWB, Robert."
Elder Treverse, who lately died in
Bufl'slo, old and bent and full of years,
wa* once tho moat noted man in Ext
ern New York as a camp-meeting leader.
He had a powerful voice and was a fluent
•poakcr, and in the prime of life could
get awaj with an y man who ever nought
to get awav with hi* meeting.
The elder wa* once holding a cam p
mecting at Yonkera, and word reeohed
him that a notorious rough, known as
"Chicago Boh," intended to be on luuid
Bandar for a row. He mado no reply
and took no precautions, but when Bob
appeared on the gronnds with a cigar
in his month and a slnng-shot in his
sleeve, the elder didn't grow pale worth
a cent Bob had come oat there to
run things, and be took a forward seat.
When the crowd l>egan to sing he began
crowing, and thns created confusion.
" Robert, yon had better sit down,"
observed the elder, as he came forward.
"Chicago Bob sits down for co man,"
was the reply.
" Bit down, Robert," continued tho
elder, as he put his hand on the loafer's
arm.
" Here goes to clean out the crowd I"
crowed Bob, as he pulled off* his coat.
Next instant the elder hit him under
the ear, and as he fell over a bench he
waa followed up and bit again and again,
and while in a semi-unconscions state
he was carried off by his friends.
Next day ho was first to come for
srard for prayers. The elder put his
hand on his head and aaid:
" Robert, are you in earnest 7'
" I am."
" Are yon really seeking for faith T'
"You bet I am I If faith helps a man
to get in his work as qnick as yon did
yesterday, I am bound to have it, if I
have to sell my hat I"
He didn't get it very strong, but he
did no more crowing while the meeting
lasted. ___________
A Butter Test.
This test of batter will be read with
surprise by some. It is from the Paris
Joint'if rfe rharmacU: Itnb some of the
suspected butter on a piece of broad
cloth. If tho batter disappears without
leaving a stain it was pure, however
poor. Bat if it leaves a " grease spot,"
it had been more or lew mixed with
fate. Perhepe readers will now recall
to mind how singularly free from spots
of any kind the clothing of dealer* in
butter usually is, although three men
in sampling their goods not unfrequent
ly find that acme baiter bad been
dropped on their draw. The fact hi that
butter instead of toiling broadcloth is
netful for eleaasieg ft.
-'•'.■vr- ■'i 3 '•# "ti --
SCIENTIFIC NCKAFN.
Gutting inkstands out of coal is a new
industry.
Oil of turpentine is recommended to
keep harness free from mold.
M. Gsatier states that the tannin of
Chinese galls is chemically distinct
from that found in Aleppo galls.
Arteriography is the name Dr. Comto.
a French army surgeon, has given the
process of tattooing to save life.
Two ice machines in France are opera
ted with sulphurous acid, one of them
producing 2.125 pounds of ice an hour.
There are in Russia phosphate depos
its of sufficient magnitude to supply
the wants of Europe for an indefinite
period.
Wo cat much more albuminoid food
than we require, portly because it pro
duces an agreeable physical and mental
condition.
In any steam engine the heat which
leaves the cylinder is cooler than that
which enters, by exactly the amount of
work done.
Hnails and chamelons have l>ecn
known to exist years on air. Mr. Bates
kept a beetle shnt up for three years
without food.
Granite begins to yield st s tempers
tnre between 700 and 800, sandstones
show greater power of endurance, mas
sive limestones still greater and marble
the greatest. Conglomerates are among
the weakest stones.
Edison Las among bis exhibits at the
electric show at Paris a one-horse power
engine operating nine improved lamps,
each of which is to burn nine months.
Edison also proposes to show his auto
graphic system of telegraphy, by which
he prodnces by telegraph fac similes of
handwriting.
The suggestion of Dr. Eby that
comets are lenses, and that the tails are
merely the effects of the sun's rays
shining through them, has been met be
fore. The contention is upset by the
fact that with some comets the tails are
turned toward the sun, and with others
are set on at every conceivable angle
with our central luminarv.
Knrojwan Barbers.
What European barber*, are W. A.
CrofTut descrilnw in a letter from Naples:
I have now l*ecn shaved in seven
kingdoms and in aix languages. Ther
all perform the ceremony differently.
But ther all, from Scotland to Naples,
insist on sitting yon in a plain, straight
chair, and bending your bead over back
until your spiao howls in agony. And
they all agree in another custom—ther
never wash off the soap they have put
on. Bnt they bring you a bowl of
wntcr, hold it under your chin as you
are leaning luck and insist on you
washing your own face then and there.
If you object to the attitude, they
shrug all the upper part of themselves
and sling a disdainful smile a' you; if
yon comply, little rivulets run ploaeanty
dowr. inside your shirt, and some of the
soap they have generously swoggled into
your ears gets into your stockings. I
have seen no barber wash his victim's
face since I landed in Glasgow. Prices
vary. In London tbey charge a shilling
{twenty-five cents) for a share; in
Naples, tbey will, for fifty oentimes (ten
cents) shave you, cut your hair, wash
your face and hands, curl your eye
brows and wax Ton mustache till yon
look like Victor Emanuel and can pane
for a prince on any of the side streets.
Yesterday I was shared for ten centimes
—atont two American cents—but I took
the balance out in garlic, of which I had
a generous bath in the form of respire
tion. In Verona, the city of the loved
and loving Juliet, the barber asked me
if I would have my feet washed and my
toe-nails cut! That, certainly, is going
to extremes.
A Walt* In Ills Head.
Strauss end his wife were enjoying s
qaiel walk in the park at Bchonan the
other day, when snddenly the composer
exclaimed. "My dear! I have a waltz
in my head ; qnick, give me the ioside
of a latter or an envelope to write it
down before I forget it." Alas! after
ranch rummaging of pockets it was dis
covered that neither of them had a letter
abont them—not even a tradesman's ac
count. Johann Htrans*' music is con
sidered light, but it weighs heavy m
lead on his brain till be can transfer it
to paper. His despair was heartrending.
At last a happy thongbt struck Fran
Stransa. She held ont a snowy linen
enff and Johann smiled. In two min
utes it was MS. Then its mate shared
the samo fate, then Fran Strauss' collar,
then not anothersorap of starched linen
on which to oonclude the composition.
His old linen was limp-colored oalico—
no hope there. J onann became frantic.
He was much the worse for having been
allowed to write three-quarters of the
waits. He ww just on the point of
dashing off home like a man man, when
another happy thought struck Fran
Stransa. She plunged her hand into a
capacious pocket, fished ont a puree,
opened it, and displayed to bis de
lighted gaw a brand-new hundred
gulden note. Hurrah! The entire
finale wee written on the bank note, and
then Johann Strauss relapsed into bis
usual placidity.™ hmdm Cow* Circmktr
THE FAMILY DOCTOB.
If bitten by a mail dog the wound
should be cut ont as soon a* possible,
thoroughly washed with aqua-ammonia,
or for want of that in a solution of iot*
ash or common salt. The bite of a
rattlesnake and most common bites and
stings may be cured in this way.
The following it a French remedy for
neuralgia and rheumatism : Take ten
grains of salicylic acid three times a day
for three days, and if very severe take
the same amount four or five times a
day ; take in a little cold water. Ido
hope all who are aillicted with neuralgia
and rheumatism will give this recipe a
trial. I know it will help you. The
salicylic acid can be obtained at any
drug store. ETHEL MAV.
If any person w threatened or taken
with lockjaw from injuries of the arm,
hands, legs or feet, do not wait for a
doctor, but put the part injured in the
following preparation : I'ut hot wood
ashes into water as warm as can be
borne; if the injured part cannot be put
into water, then wet thick folded cloths
in the water and apply them to the part
as soon as possible, and at the same
| time bathe the backbone from the neck
j down with some laxative stimulant—
| say cayenne pepper and water, or mus
| tard and water (good vinegar is better
' than water); it should be as hot as the
patient can boar it. Don't hesitate ; go
at work and do it, aud don't stop until
1 the jaws will come open. No person
need die of lockjaw if these directions
; are followed.
Si-EEi'LEHKxnsK.—The Me Heat Prttt
and Cirt ular contains some good sug
gestions about the hygienic treatment
of sleeplessness, which are summarized
as follows : Wet hall a towel, apply it
to the back of the neck, pressing it up
ward toward the bane of the brain, and
fasten the dry half of the towel over so
as to prevent the too rapid exhalation.
The effect ia prompt and charming,
cooling the brain and inducing calmer,
sweeter sleep than any narcotic. Warm
water may be usel, though most per
sons prefer cold. To tborc who suffer
from over-excitement of the brain,
whether the remit of brain work or
pressing anxiety, this simple remedy has
proved an esjiecial boon.
H'JML VKBY OLD PEOPLE.
John J. Wilder, of Mansfield, Ohio,
was 101 yean of age.
Mrs. Susannah Nehafer, of Oartha.
gen a, Ohio, is 102 years old.
When John Unbbsrd died in Worth
inglon, Ohio, recently he was round'ng
the century.
Betty Miller, colored, is s resident of
Itoe county of Pittsylvania, near Chalk
Ijovcl. She is 113 years did.
Polly Black, once the slave of Gen
eral Cleaver, died recently in Frank
ford, Pike county, Mo., aged 102 yean.
Hannah Faust, of Columbia, S. C.,
was said to be 111 years of age when the
died, and left surviving her a daughter
aged nicety years.
Frank 11. Hinnell, of Kilos, Michigan,
was ninety-six yean old when be died
and Mrs. Kaglehart Wagner, of Btark
ville, K. Y., was 100 yean old.
John Hon-ton, the brother of General
Ham Houston, living in Chicago, is fast
verging on his 100 th year. His limbs
are palsies), and he is probably on his
death-bed.
A man turned up in Troy who claims to
be the father of forty-four children, and
to have had eight wives. His name is
John Pasco, and be STen that he is
ninety-nine yean of age.
Mn. Cox, of Holdcrness, K. H., was
said to be 105 years of age when she
died recently. On lbs centennial anni
versary of her birth she sat for her plio
togrsph, and was in poiaessioa of all
her faculties.
It is said to be a fact that Nero Oris
woll, of McMinnville, Tenu, beat the
drum for Washington's srrny during the
Revolution, and knew Washington well.
He is the oldest man in Teunesaee, and
{s said to be 190 years of age.
Many of York's (Pa) best t-itixea* and
several hundred people followed tho
remains of Cbarlee Granger {colored ' to
the grave, although he had been an in
mate of the county house many years.
He was formerly a slave, and waa 108
years of age.
Mrs. Maxoy, of Psoe Bond, Texas, ia
111 years of age, has been married four
times, had fourteen children, and sur
vived all of them but two. She can sec
1 wtter than she could twenty years ago.
She waits upon herself, and is still ia
j health.
Oliver Rragdon, of Franklin, lie.,
who ia. bora ninety years of age, was
taken prisoner daring the war of 1812
and carried to Halifax, where he waa
kept till the close of the war. Ha ia
still in excellent health, retains all his
faculties, and Is able to perform daily
labor.
Elected to Congress in 1819, argued*
case before the Alabama supreme court
in 1879, when be wae 92 years of age,
and a soldier In the war of 1812 saeb
Is the record of John A. Cuthburt, of
Mobile, Ala., who claims to be Um old
est ax-Congressman and the oldest
practicing jpmtr in the country.