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VOL 15.
STROUDSBURG, MONROE COUNTY, PA. NOVEMBER 15, 1855.
NO 51
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THE JTEFFERSONSAX.
'OCT Answer to the Miscellaneous Enigma
of last week. Female Gossips.
WRITTEN FOR THE JEFFERSON'! AX
Geographical Enigma.
I am composed of 20 letters.
My "12, G, 1G, 8, 13, is a county in Penna.
My 20, 8, 12, 19, 13, id a town in France.
My 15, 4, 1G. 1, 3, is a county in Miss.
My 4, 15, 10, 5, 7, 9, is a river in S. A.
My 11, 2, 1G, 5, is a county in Kentucky.
My 1, 20, 3, 17, 14, is a river in N. C.
My 14, 15, 10, 15, is a county in Iowa.
My 10, 15, 12, 16, is an island in in Poly
nesa.
.My 13, 11, 5, 17, is a town in Barbary.
Iy 8, 2, 16, 11, is a county in Va.
My 2, 5, 10, 18, 7, is a town in N. Y.
My 15, 20, 7, 11, 5, are islands east of
Malaysia.
Sly 1, 7, 12, 20, 8, is a town in Mass.
My 14, 20, 18, 0, 1, is a town in Austria.
My 10, 5, 17, 20, 8, IS, is a county in Ala.
My 11, 14, 7, 15, 6, 14, 8, is a town in
Italy.
My whole is the name of a newspaper
published a few years ago, iu the eastern
part of Pennsylvania. Answer next week.
Slroudsburg, Penn. J. f. v.
From the Spirit of the Valley.
Those we love must Die.
Those we love are passing from us,
Passing like the summer flowers :
Soon our dearest heart-companions
Death shall gather to his bowers.
Vainly shall we list for voices,
Made by absence doubly dear,
And remorse will sternly question
"Didst thou cherish them when here?"
;Oh ! in sorrow in dejection
; In all trials, let us proye
By the purest, tenderest duties,
How undying is our love.
Thus life's parting pangs a sokce
In sweet retrospect, ehall know
And the.grieved and wounded spirit
Rise unburthened from its woe.
Scranton, 1855. b
The way to be Brave.
Speak kindly to that poor old man,
- 1Pick up his fallen cane,
And place it gently in his hand,
That he may walk again.
His bundle, too, replace with care
Beneath his trembling arm ;
Brave all the taunts that you may hear,
To give his life a charm.
A braver dted than sccrnera boast
Will be your triumph then,
A braver deed than annals tell
Of some distinguished men :
Yes; leave the thoughtless sneering crowd,
I?are to be good and kind,
Then let them lauyh, as laugh they may
! rPuEs on; but never mind.
Pass on, but think once more of him,
The wreck that you have seen,
How. once a happy boy like you
Jle sported on the green;
A cloudless sky above his head,
The future bright and fair,
And friends all watching o'er his couch,
To breathe affection's prayer.
But ah the change! He wanders now
Forsaken, lone and sad
Thrice blessed is the task of thoso
' Who strive to make him glad.
Speak kindly to that poor old man, :
Pick up his fallen cane,
Foplhat will case his burdened heart,
' And make him smile ajain.
Memory.
Say in the introduction to his celebrat
ed work on economy, tells us that he
studied all the books he could find on the i
subject which he intended to write and
then took time to forget what h(J had read,!
&vt "ut" ,
beforcbeginniog to write. Do we thorough'
ly comprehend what the memory retains in
tho gross? Arc faots generalized, digest-.
ed, assimilated, and made part and par
cle of our mind, till they are in great'
. , , i
measure, lorgotiem xs not a gooa mem-
ory a mental dyspepsia, that retains in
tellectual food undigested, and disgusts
the listener or reader by bringing it forth
inthe gross, just as it was swallowed? Who !
has not been bored a thousand times by
a friend with a fine memory? Such a
friend always remembers to forget that
he hae retained the same learning or tho
samo story to his impatient listener a
hundred times before.
Probably everybody has enough of mem
ory. No one forgets what interests him.
The dull boys who cannot remember a Jine
of a book, are the very boys who never for-
get a name, or a tace. or a loot-path! it is
want of interest and attention, not want of
memory, that makes them dull. Tho
twenty-four books of Homer wero easily
ibkuiuvu iu ua u o ujumurius, ueiore writ-, or tue plow, he pushed them forward with
ing was invented. Men have now learn- all his strength, trotting along all the
ed to forget, and consider such a power time by the side of the "furrow and, in
of memory almost incrcditablc. , stead of cutting hia furrow slinns stmirrrir
jujuuuru inua umorcunate, ana are tho , Die, while tho depth of plowing undulat
: poorest thinkers and most intolerable - ed from two to eiht inches
bores in the world. We sometimes think
that excess of memory is the only defect
of memory. That excess occasions intel
lectual indigestion or dyspepsia.
Some men acquire and retain twenty
languages. Such men have never been
distinguished for great power or compre
hension of intellect. All the other men
tal faculties are sacrificed to mere mem
ory. Great minds rarely retain the ipsis
simavcrba of the books which they read.
We have often heard that Mr. Clay
never iorget a name or face. To him.
;as a public man, such things were impor-
tant, interested ins attention, and impress
bis memory. He had little use for poet
ry, and could scarcly repeat correctly a
line of it. Gaert lawyers recollect prin
ciples only, and can define thoso princi
ples only in language of their own. Ac
curate lawyers recollect cases, and can
repeat definitions by tho hour in the ex
act words of the books. We knew a dis
tinguished jurist, whose advice to his
students was, "to take care to comprehend
what you read, but never trouble your
self about remembering it." To all read
ers this is amirable advice. There is
very little that we read worth remember
ing; yet anything we read, see or hear,
may suggest useful reflection, and thus
add to our volume of intellect. Rich
mond JEiiquircr.
Peter Mulrooney.
Of all the men I ever had occasion to
employ, Peter Mulrooney wa3 the most
knowing. lie was intensely Irish, and
must have kissed the blarneys tone every
morning early from his youth upwards.
Ireland if you believed him was the
Eden of the world; and yet, somehow or
other, after Peter got settled here, he did
not seem to have any fervent desire to go
back to his Paradise.
His first introduction of himself to my
notice was characteristic of tho man.
He camo towards me with a quick, sham
bling gait, and, touching his bat lightly,
said:
"The top o'tbo mornin to y'er honor I
Would ye like to hire a handy boy?"
Peter was at least 40.
"What can you do?" Oh, begorra,
there's nothin' come3 amiss to me, anv
way
jj
I 9
"Do you know any thing about farm-
in,
"Och, murther! What cud I be good for,
if I didn't? Sure there wasn't a more il
ligant hand in Ould Ireland than inee
self." "Have you ever had anything to do
with horses!"
"Bedad sir, ye jist guessed it. Divil
a nater hand wid the horse ye'll find iu
all the county Galway than Peter Mul
rooney, an that's no lie."
"And cows?"
"Is it the bastes ye mane? Sure y'er
honor's in luck the day! Pais, I'd like to
see the man 'ud bate me wid the cray
thurs." "But we farm differently here, Mul
rooney, from what they do in the old
country."
"Sure that'd thrue, any bow. It's the
dirthy, black naygurs, the haythens, that's
be doin' the bad work I see. Augh ! sor
ra a thing they're good for, the manating
cannibals !"
"And so you think you could better it,
do you?"
"Bedad, sir, it 'ud be a poor chate of a
spalpeen I am, if I couldn't. Wasn't I
head man to wan Sprowls for more than
two years? Och! but he was the illigant
farmer? Bad cess to the day I. left him."
."If you regret it so much, why did
you do so?"
"Ayeh! you may well ax. 'Twas my
own doiu' sure. 'Tia a bit of a shindy I
had, and bruk Terry Lanaban's head wid j
my shillclah. Oh! wirra! wirra! who'd a'
thought it was so saft?"
"You didn't kill him?" said I. starting
uacK in norror.
"Is it murthered him, yc mane? Be
i , - .
gorra,he'd be a poor- thing to mind a
cracke(i skull, any way,
Sure sir it
was nothing to spake of."
'iieu did yu come awaJ?"
. "Ifc s. maDe C0DStabIe, tbat '"d
t"e comin'afther me; an sure, what could
j do but bate him for the trouble be was
takin? Mighty onasy I left him, any way;
an' thats no lie."
"Well, Peter, eupposo I try you for a
nth' Of course I do not expect you to
have a perfect knowledge of our ways at
firgfc You mu-t ,et m - ht vou can
do."
r
"Good luck to your honor. It's the rael
gentleman ve aro. What'll I ba doin'
first?"
Peter was. set to perform various light th
services upon tho nlace. for. entertaining in
pertain misgivings as to Mr. Mulrooey's
actual capacity, I determined to employ '
him as a sort of odd man until such time
as I could test more fully the amount of
farming skill he really possessed. The re
sult was, that I soon found Peter knew
actually nothing be'ond the simple use
of the shovel. With that instrument bo
j was truly dexterious. Horses he could
neither feed, clean nor manage. In
ploucinrr he was nositivelv so nwkward
that, instead of guidin" firmly the handles !
' nnA ne a .l i. .i c-
f antt of an oven depth, he ran them in
' and out in the crookedest way imaaina-
These evnArimonto nnnrlnnn mn nfP.
j tor's incapacity, eo, from thenceforth, I
kept him employed at ditching, or in the
garden, or in performing light offices for
the household.
One day, having occasion
town, I called him to me.
to get to
,'Peter," said I, "I think my carriage
runs heavily. It wants greasing. Can
you do it?"
"Sure, sir," said he, "what'ud I be
good for if I could'nt? Is it graso a car
riage? Faith, that's asy enough any way."
"Easy as it is, Peter. I am half afraid
to trust you to do it. You make so many
blunders. Perhaps, after all, I had bet
ter'go with you and see it done."
Oh,wirra,wirra! did I iver hear the like
o' that? What 'ud youM bo goin' for?
Sure I know."
"Ah, but Peter, recollect what
said about the ploughing"
you
"Begorra!" said Peter, nothing abash
ed, "It's all the fault of the ploughs in
this country any how. Them's the con
trairiest things that iver broke a noor
divils back; an' that's no lie."
"And the horses too, Peter, that vou
knew so much about."
'It's Ameriky bastes they are." said
Peter, "would yer honor undtherstand I
rish, at first, if ye wint across in the Ould
Country?"
I shook my head.
'"Sure, thin, that's tho way it was."
said Peter, triumphantly. "If a real
f. ii i'i . ...
gintieman, liKe yer nonor, could nt und
therstand Irish, is it a brute baste that
has the laming to know it before I tacho
him?"
"Well, well; but about tho cajriage."
"Bedad ye needn't trouble yourself a-
bout it at all. There's mighty little dif
fer in tho carriages, I see, all the wurld
over
"Be careful, then, Peter; and grease it
well, do you hear?"
"Faix, I'll do that same thing. Til be
plazing yer honor this time, any way."
An hour passed, and I waited impati
ently for the carriage. Once or twice I
saw Peter pass the window with the slush
basket in his hand, and I began to won
der what took him to the kitchen so often.
At length I hailed him, to know if the ve
hicle was not almost ready,
"Ayeh!" said Peter, "would ye have mo
spoil a purty piece of work? It's little them
naygurs know about grasing anything,
tho haythensl"
"But you are so long, Peter, I had bet
ter come and see about it myself."
"tfaix! an there's no need. Yer honor
shall have it fornist the dure in no time."
"Well make haste, then, for I am in a
hurry."
It might havo been fifteen minutes af
ter this that Peter knocked at the door.
"Will I put the horse in sir?"
"Certainly, if you can. Is the carriago
ready?"
"Och, sure but it's a beauty? Would
your honor come and look at it?"
"Draw it out, I will be there directly."
Peter went off, and was in the act of
flinging open the doors of the carriago
house as 1 approached.
"There, sir," said be, pointing to the
carriage in evident admiration. "Did
yer honor iver see the like o' that?"
'Why what on earth havo you done to
it?"
"Grased it, sure, illigantly! Bedad,
but it takes tho shine, anyhow!"
I never felt so angry in all my life;
and yet, the whole affair, combined with
Peter's conscious importance as if he
prided himself in having done a good
thing, was so ludricious that I soon be
came undetermined whether to laugh or
storm.
There stood my new carriago greased
all over with slush, or what is commonly
called in the country soap fat; not only
tho leather curtains, buff tho top, the body
the running gears, and even tho shafts
and swingletree, literally one shining
mass of unsavory greaso. And there
stood Peter, with his hat cocked know-
IDSv on oue siae ot U1S cad, uis arms
ukiiuuu, uuu ma oyes traveling irom mine
to his work, with a look of the most in
tense satisfaction. The axles wore left
untouched.
Peter Mulroony never greased a car
riage for me after that day.
Thrilling Adventure with a lion.
"A Night Among the Lions" is the
title of a record of sporting adventure in
South Africa, from whih wo make tho
following exciting extract:
Whilst breakfast was preparing, I pro
ceeded to take a saunter down to the pool,
not without some faint hopes of a bath,
though I feared our horses, to say noth-
g of the other animals who had visited
it during tho night, might. have rnudded
it too much for that. However, I resolved
to try, and throwing my Minie riflle into
tue hollow of my arm, and cocking my
wide awake over my eyes, lounged down
a path among the bushes, now well beaten
by the feet of men and horses. The lat
ter I found up to their bellies in the pool,
enjoying themselves as completely as the
flies would let them; but as the water
looked uncommonly turbid, I thought I
would skirt along a little to the left and
look for a clearer spot; and so, climbing
a short steep, covered with'long grass
and underwood, I pushed asido some
J branches which intcrvenedjjjbetweeu me
and a small clear space or short turf, and
-to my very intense astonishment, though
I must say not at that moment to my dis
may, I was so used to the sight of them
found myself within a few yards of one
of the finest male lions I ever saw, aud
who was engaged with a look of grave
patriarchal interest in watching the move
ments of the horses below doubtless se
lecting ono for his breakfast. Have you
not seen Landscer's etching of the lion
in the old Tower Menageiie? In exact
ly the same atitude, still and unmoving,
like a noble statue, stood this neighbor of
mine, and for a few scoonds, I remained
really lost in admiration of the grand
beauty of the "tableau" he presented.
It was however, necessary to decide on
some line of action immediately. I could
not help hitting him if I chose to fire, but "eiguoors no was tound, apprehended,
if I did not kill him outright with one j and in solemn council doomed to the death
shot, he was so close to me that I could j Wucu in the stern old Indian code, I re
hardly hope to escape without an ugly , servcd for thoso only who shed the blood
brush. I concluded to retreat, but the j of their kin- Ifc wa3 a slow torturing,
sharp crackle of a dried twig effected ; cfue.1 death. A hatchet was put in the
what the more subdued noiso of my pre- 1 victm'a hands, ho was led to a large log
vious movements had not done, and with ' tDat was hollow, and made to assist in
a short startled growl, tho beast swung
himself round, and in a second was star- j putting into it some distance on the top, j Saying which he actually took hold of
ing at mo with a lookwhich said, "Hullo! 1D two Place3 aboufc the length of a manNo. 12 and moved him toward the win
who are you?" as plainly as looks could j aPart5 thcn slabbing off, and digging the;dow, when the latter becoming dreadfully
speaK. instinctively i tnrew my rine
forward, cocking it at the same moment,
and some seconds of nerfect immoveable-
ness on each side ensued, during which I
was trying to make out whether ho would
charge or not. Tho study of pbysiogno -
my is doubtless pleasant enough on the
whole; but when your subject is a big
male lion, and the question depending
on tue stuay, wnetner you snan De sum-
marily "smashed" or let alone, why, I
confess it becomes (as Sammy Wellcr
.t . i i .i i ii i
says) too exciting to bo pleasant.
How I studied every feature, trying to
detect a change of some sort which might
give me a clue. It came at last, he grad- j off hi3 ears and nose,
ually lowered his head, and by the "wrag- i Alternately drinking, dancing, boating
gling" motion of his hind-quarters, which j their rudo drums and shooting their ar
I could iust spy over his shoulder, I saw , row3 into the victim, the night passed.
he was gathering his hind legs under him j The next day was spent in sleeping and
a sure indication. The next moment eating, the victim, meanwhile still bound
bedashed at mo with a hoarse snarl, to the tree. What his reflections were we
which sounded as though a giant had , ?f course cannot tell, but ho bore his pun
drawn the bow suddenly aoross the strings ishraent as a warrior should.
ot a stupendous oass nddie. x nred as
he rushed in, aiming as well as I could
at the middle of his forehead. As I did
so, I was swept down with the force of
an express train, and for a few seconds
lost all consciousness.
The first thing I was sensiblo of, -as
soon as I beganto get my senses together
"was the clear, strong voice of N , call
ing to me in tho most placid though earn
est manner :
"Lie perfectly still, Walter; it's your
only chance."
How my heart leaped nt the voice!
Help was at hand, but the very words
that announced it at tbc same time point
ed out my extreme danger; it needed
rt l till T r i
1 i '
. only the most moderate exercise of my re
turning faculties, to understand why.
I was lying on my faco among the long
grass at tho top of the little steep I havo
mentioned, I could see nothing, but I
could feel the lion close to me. I could
hear his deep, short, angry breath, like
the rough purrs of an enormous cat
could detect a smaking noise, which I af
ter tound arose irom his licking at a
stream of blood which flowed down tho
side of his nose, from a deep score on his
forehead given him by my ball nay, I
could feel his huge tail, as he rolled it
angrily across from side to side, re stfor
a moment on ray back now and then.
The bitter anguish of thoso few years
of moments well, you can guess all that.
Presently I heard the crack of a rifle on
my left, a sharp whistle closo to my head,
and a "thud" on my right, as the shot
told among the fur, succeeded by another
short, sharp snarl loulder than the first
another crack, a sensatiou like a red-hot
wire across my neck (being at the bottom
of the slope they could but just sight the
lion over my head; and N had fired a
quarter of an inch too low,) another fur
ious snarl, and then a roar within a
yard of my ear. I never heard such a
sound out of anything, living or dead;
then three or four more shots close to
gether, and a bustle at uiy sido which
sounded like my neighbor settling down
among the grass and bushes.
"Now roll ! roll for your life !" shouted
N -'s clear voice again. I was saved
the trouble the dying brute, in his con
vulsions, giving me a kick with his hind
legs, which sen t mo flying down the steep
out of the reach of all furtor danger.
'Well, Sambo, what's yer up to now-a-daya?'
'Oh, I'so a carp'nter' and jincr.'
'He ! I guess yer is 1 What depart
ment do yer perform, Sambo?'
'What department? Idoes de circu
lar. 'What's datf
'Why, I turns de grindstone.'
An Indian Execution.
ineUUnton Uounty (Micb.; ExpresB
publishes the following, and vouches for
its authenticity. It is certainly a curi
ous history :
In different
parts oi central Alichigan
the
there are two tribes of Indians, the Otta-'enraged the balance of the jurors that
was and Chippewas. They aro friendly, thev swore to be reventmri a anon ns Uiov
to each other, and during the huntiug were discharged. In fact, they thrcaten
aeason, frequently encamp near each oth- cd, that if he, juror Xo. 12, did notmako
or. In tho Pali of 1853, a party of one, up his mind that thai 'woolly boss' was
tribe built their cabins on the banks of worth only S2o, they would, whenever oo
Maple river, and a party of tho other ' casiou offered, knock him on the head'.
tribe, about eighty in number, encamped Still the old skin-flint hung out for $70.
in what is now the town of Dallas. It is ! At length the balance of the jury found
unnecessary to speak of their life in theae j it was no use to try to change tho old
camps suffice it to say that the days ' man's mind. There ho sat. listening to
wero spent in hunting, and the nights in
drinking ;firc-water" and carousing. In
ono of the revels at the camp on Maple
river, an Indian, maddened by liquor,'
killed his squaw, and to conceal the deed '
threw her body upon the fire.
Kecovering from the stupor of the rev-
ci, ue saw the signs ot His guilt belore
hi
i
im, and fearing the -wrajh of hi3 tribe,
- fled towards the other encampment.
ne
Jw absence was noticed tne charred 0h ! never miud swearing, friend,' re:
remains of the poor squaw were found,!plied iSTo. 12, 'let's argue the case.'
and tho cry for blood was raised. Thoj 'Let's arirue. indeed, vou old cuss I
avengers wero soon upon his track they
j pursued hitu to the encampment of their
fisinS li for bis coffin- Tm5 was done by
as uo tv auwn, uu-
lliia do"e, he was taken back and
tied fast to a tree. Then they smoked
ana aranK 01 lue 1 ure water,' and when
ame, tue kiuuiuu mua
' around him, at some distance off, but so
! tuat theJ woultl shine full upon him. And
now commenced the orgies they drank
to intoxication they danced and sang in
, nu luumu muuuer, uuuuwug cue
dirge of the recreant brave. The arrow
! waa fitted to the bow string, and ever and
t.k i .,
anon with its shrill twang it sent a mis
siIc into the quivering flesh of the homi-
cidc ; and to highten his misery they cut
When night was closed around it bro't
his executioners to their work again.
The scene of the first night was re-enacted,
and so it was the next night, and the
next, and tho next, and so on for a week.
Seven long and weary days did he stand
there tortured with the most cruel torture,
before his proud head drooped upon his
breast, and his spirit left its clayey tene
ment for the hunting-grounds of the Great
Spirit. And when it did they took the
body, wrapped it in a new clean blanket,
and placed it in the long coffin he had
helped to hollow.
They put his hunting-knife by his side
that he might have something to defend
himself on tho way, his whiskey bottle
that he might cheer his spirits with a
draught now and then, his tobacco and
pipe, that he might smoke. Then they
put on the cover, drove down stakes each
side of the log, and filled up betweeu them
with logs and bush. The murdered squaw
wa? avenged. The camp was brokeu up,
and the old stillness and quiet once more
reigucd over the forest tpot whero was
consummated this signal act of retribu
tivo justice.
Our informant has visited tho spot of
ten since then; tho log is still there with
its cover on ; and beneath may still be
seen the skeleton of tho victim.
Let no Che-mo-ke-mum call this a deed
of barbarity. It was an act of simple
justice: there was a double murder it is
true; but tho paleface who sold the fire
water that crazed the poor victim and
caused him to shed the blood of hi3 squaw
has them to answer for in the day of final
recouing. j
An lihpracticablo Juror.
I've got a rather good story to tell you,'
says a correspondent of the 'Spirit of the;
Times,' about a jury trial, which hap
pened not a hundred miles from Balti
more City Court House.
The Court was trying a 'boss' case.
A gentleman borrowed a horso from
friend, and rodo the horse about ten miles, I
when the 'critter' died. The ownor wifb-1 the silence of midnight, it plays around
ed seventy dollars for tho horse, but his 1 his heart, and in his dreams he folds to
friend thought it rather high to pay sev-.his bosom the form of her who love on'
en dollars per mile for riding horseback still, though tho world has turned coldly
in January. A dispute arose, aud the from him. The couch made by the hand
case went to court. Tho ovideuce was to of a loved one, is soft to the weary limbs
tho effect that there was no way to get of a sick sufferer, and the portion admin
out of paying for tho 'hanimal.' jistered by tho same hand, loses half of
So the case went to the jury; tbo Judge its bitterness. Tho pillow carefully ad
remarking that it was for them to stato justed by her, brings repose to the fever
tho amount of money due the plaintiff. ed brain, and lmr wordd of kind on-
Thoy went out, and for forty-eight mortal
hours argued as to what tho horse was
worth. Eleven of them however, had
soon come to the conclusion that tho
damages ought to be about 825, as ono of
the witnesses had remarked that the 'crit-
ter wusu't bigger nor a whelp, nudr' ho t
j thought, 'he could ha tied him up in a
nand kerchief!
The twelfth juror, (who, by the way:
Was a new hand at juries, and a religions
man,) loudly contended, however, that thd
owner of tho horso ouirht to havo S70:
which was what he demanded. Thia so
their oaths and arguments. This was
too bad,-and a 'ruse' was resolved npon
as the only chance of escape from their
horrible, 'hungry' confinement. One of
them a kind of roiirh-nnd-tnnible fellow.
waxing warm, walked ud to No. 12, and
remarked :
'This won't do ! This nlaco is a sore
of heaven to you, you old sinner, while to
us it's a perfect hell 1'
i You've got the whole of us nearly starv-
ed, and, yet you want to argue r
'No swearing in the iury-roora, if vou
please. Why not deliberate?'
'Deliberate! Well, that's good, deci
dedly so I Will you ever give iu? Say
'yes' or 'no for your life's in danger!
INo !' responded No. 12.
4 Well, then, I'll pitch you out of tho"
window, you contrary, stubborn infernal
, old fool ?
iriguienea, cnea out
'Bailiff! bailiff!'
M'i.k rc i .i
a.uat uiuuui ueanng tue uproar, linmu-
jdiately rushed to the door and opened it.
ijuc an was quiet m an instant. No. 12?
was scared so bad he could not utter a;
word. In answer to the inquiry as to
what was the matter, our pugilistic juror
stepped ud to the bailiff, fwfth whom ho
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was well acquainted,) and said, with a
knowing wink :
'Look here, George, we can't agree,
and I wan't you to do me a favor. I
iwant you to go up to my old woman's;
ten ner to senu me down ocds and bed
ding for eleven; also a charcoal furnace
and a butcher knife! Tell her I may not
be homo for three months!'
'Very well,' said George, 'the things
shall be here in one hour.'
Off went the bailif, click went the lock,
and up spoke No. 12 :
'In heaven's name, what do you mean?'
'I'll tell you what I mean. We havo
made up our minds not to stay another
night without something in the flesh lino
to eat. Sooner than starve to death, wo
have resolved to do a3 other juries some
times have done: we'll eat one of our
companions! Of course the meanest man
will come first, and'
'But isn't the horse worth S60?'
'And when he'a gono we'll take tho
next meanest '
'The horse is worth, at least, $50.'
And so on, until '
'Isn't tho horse worth S-10, or 530, or
825?'
'Yes, we'd agreed yesterday, or the day
before, that he's worth S25 f but sooner
than say on my oath that a horso which
could be tied up in a handkerchief, was
worth more than $25, I'd turn cannibal
and cut up every juryman in the room'
and theucut up myself!'
No. 12 became serious and gave in.-
It wa3 the first time ho was ever on a ju
ry, and it will bo hid last. He, after
leaving court, walked very fast for a-fow
squares, muttering to himself a congrat
ulation to heaved for his escape from what
he supposed a murderer's den. lie is
not 'round' after court hours as he 'u3od
to be'
The joke, which is substantially true,
created much laughter.
A Tribute to Women.
Oh ! tho priceless value of tho lovo of
a true woman ! Gold cannot purchase a
gem so precious ! Titles and honors con
fer upon the heart no such serene happi
ness. In our darkest moment?, when'
disapointment and ingratitude, with cor
roding care, gather thick around, and
even gaunt Poverty menaces with bis
skeltou finger, it gleaiun around the soul
with an angel's smile. Time cannot mar
its brilliancy, distance but strengthens itsr
influence, bolts and bars cannot limit itd
progress, it follows the prisoner into his
dark cell, and sweoetens tho homely
morsel that appeases hU hunger; and iu"
couragement, revive the sinking heart.-
Her heaven-like influence seeiu3 aa i
designed to cast into foryetfuluess man's
rememberance of the fall, by building up '
in bia heart another Eden, where per-'-f
rcuial fiouars forever bloom, and crystal i
waten gush from cxhauat-les3 fountains.-
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