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a ONLY A LITTLE CLOUD.
courage—'tis a little cloud
That soon will pass away ;
The hearts that now with grief bow
May only grieve to-day.
To-morrow, up the azure height,
The sun may dart his beam,.
And then one joyous burst of light
O'er mount and 'ale shall stream
When thwarted pins and baffled hopes
Become our only store,
And the crushed p.pirit barely copes
With ills unknown before—•
Despond not; yet the tide will turn—
The gales propitious play ;
eouratte—'tis a little cloud
Til ,C-f)on Wit! p::-s away.
V.'1;•• e(li!r-O the ray of joy,
A ad fe. r' their sh-el case
tCi,e 111( 1 way to bliss,
A.-i •"•,e- ..?me .T. , Wtling fast—
Faint not : s mightier power than thine
the- e foes to slay-,
Light shall at last around thee hlline—
The_eloud_shaltpass_away
TEE. DUEL.
BY SEON GRAUGHER.
A strange lociking person sat in it TC
nowned cone Louse or cafe, reading the
papers, but at the same time stnokinz
small claw pipe—and drinking his .eoffee--,
with an air of satisfaction. He wore a
comply.° suit of black, which was cut in
the latest style; a fine white necktie, or
scarf, hying the only thing white to be seen
in Ids dross:
In stalked Major L., accompanied by
Revert] military friends. The Major was
far different in disposition and character
from any of his companions. He possess
ed an ungovernable passion to ridicule
everything and to persecute everything
withhis'sarcasm ; therefore be was much
feared .by his companions.
The Major seemed to be in a rather
'lively humor, and it appeared as tho' he
was literally seeking for some one on whom
to practice his acquired habit of ridicule.
'The party in black, whore he took for a
i-ehool•teacher, on account of his peculiar
elre-s, had •hardly been espied by the Ma
jor, than he slid quietly behind his chair,
es though was accidental, and turned
the light out. His comrades laughed. The
stranger cooly relit the gas as the ugh noth
had happened, and (qintinued reading.
Now, thought the Major. know my
man ; he will stand something,: He there
fore approached him, and said sarcasticly,
"good evening my dear famniou.s," at the
same time grasping his hand, and with it
the pipe,he held which was thereby broken
into pieces.
`Waiter, another pipe,' called out the
man in black, seemingly very quiet and
cool.
The comrades of the Major laughed still
louder.
The Major called him a splendid fel
low.
As he could not nose the Ire of this
party, as was generally the case with those
whom he selected as his vietim, and also
helm , : invited to take a hand in a game of
•whi.t, be went into one of the play-rooms,
followed by his entire suite, and let the
man in black sit quietly.
'The party in black continued reading
his paper, and drank his coffee, and seem
ed to have•quite ibrgot , on the recent in
sults of the Major and his party. But as
' , non ns he 'had finished reading, he got up
and• went into the room in which the Ma
jor was playing, and stepping up betbre
him, and catching him by the lappel of
his coat, said :
'Sir! tO-morrow morning we fight and
with pistolc'
'So, so,' hrterrupted the Major; 'will
the' school teacher bring his ratan with
him?'
`You are mistaken sir, I am captain in
- the Brittish na•vv. To-morrow morning
we meet. at the Rut's
The captain left without another word.
The entire company of yesterday ap
peared at the appointed place with the
Major the followitor morning. The cap
tain, in ma , znifi-ent tiniform, awaited them
and in we I very politely.
The captain not having any semnd,one
4:4' the Major's suite volunteered to act as
such.
`Thank you,' replied the enptain, I need
no second. ° I have my jockey with m e ,
mid should I fall. he knows what is to he
-done. Yon are all men of honor, and will
allow no mean advantage to be taken of
me.'
The pistols were now loaded, fifteen pa
ces counted off, and the opponents took
th( it places.
`You are ths insulted party,' said the
Major's second to the captain. 'and there
fore have the first shot.'
The captain raised his pistol and aim
ed.
There was an unearthly stillness among
. the small circle, .and the Major turned
pale.
The captain lowered his pis.tol, and said,
"as the Major will not have the second
shot lie shall shoot first.'
'You seem to be certain of your art,'
said the Major's second, 'and it is there
fore noble on your part to allow the lia
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war us 3t mato , weti :an your 112111.1116
ation of the first shot.
But, nevertheless, I, as well as all here
assembled, cannot allow it. You are a
lone and without seconds. You have
come under our regulation. Therefore,
sir, shoot."
do not wish to seem sure of my art,
but be sure of it. I never joke. :With
my pistols hit to a certainty, of which
you shall soon be convinced. John,' and
he called his jockey, "throw something up
in the air."
The jockey pulled out his handkerchief.
• "N 0 .," said the captain, "something
snialler, a piece of money, a btAton, or
something of the kind."
The jockey. pulled a plum out of his
pocket.
"Good, John," cried the captain, "now
throw it high up in the air."
The jockey threw . the plum up ; the
captain aimed, there was a flash and a
report, and the plum came spurting down
bursted in.many pieces.
An involutaty bravo escaped the lips
of the lookers on. The Major turned
pale as death •
The captain did not speak another word
about the plum shot, hut. quietly reloaded
his pistol. in presence of the second and
%%eta bui k to t:4kt• his place.
He had also regained some of his cool
n'ss.
"Shoot, Major," cried the captain.
The second wanted to interfere, but the
captain put hiru, back, and shouted,a lit
tle rough, "shoot, Major."
The Ma;or shot and missed.
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Shoot .1, , i i 4 . Major ;you-aimed—Mis
erably. Should I fall - it will' be luck,
not alone for you., but for all of these gen
tli;iii,-because I intend to make you,
one and all. look into the muzzle of my
pistol."
These , words seemed like shrieks to the
lookers on. Every one excused himself
for having laughed yesterday. The sec
ond said nothing against the second shot,
because the major now shot for them all;
then, if this monster did not bite the dust
he would shoot them all down like dogs.
The Major raised his pistol and aimed,
but everything seemed swimming before
his eyes. His nerves were unsteady.
The captain looked him straight in the
face. At last he said, "Yesterday I was
your teacher in joke; to-day I will have
to be your teacher in earnest. - You hold
your weapon too high. You will never
hit me."
The Major shot and missed, rind hot
perspiration could he seen on the now
anxious countenance.
• Then the captain raised his pistol and
aimed and—lowered it again. "Major,"
spoke the captain, "you are a miserable
creature. I inquired about you yesterday
and every one speak , - ill of you. In two
minutes you will have ceased to live.—
IN ow I will be your teacher, and command
you to pray to the great and retaliating
God, and ask his fiirgivencss fbr your sins.
Pray that all the people whom you have
wronged may tbrgive you, and God will
have mere 3 on your soul. Hats off gen
tlemen. When we speak with the Great
Mager of th world, it must be done with
uncovered head."
All took off their hats and the jockey
his cap. With his eyes uplifted towards
heaven the captaiti prayed fervently in
behalf of the Major. The stern man's
prayer had touched all. • The Major's
heart heat audibly. He was now upon
the bridg,e which separates life from death.
"Amen !" came from all lips.
Oh the plum had touched all hearts.
,All put their hats on again. The hour
of death had come. The Major had not
a single drop of blood in his countenance.
He trembled so violently, that he was
hardly able to stand erect.
In order to end his misery the captain
aimed quickly and lowered his pistol,
handed it to the jockey, and said : "The
man is not worth a charge of powder,"
.and left_
The next evening he appeared again
-dressed in black, in the cafe, but no one
disturbed him.
The 'Major, of course, saw himself com
pellei to resign his position in the army.
A Drover's Story.
My•name is Anthony Hunt. lam a
drover,, and I live miles away, upon the
Western prairie. There wasn't a house.
within -sight when we moved there, my
wifi and I ; and now we have not many
neighbors, though those we have are good
ones.
One day, about ten years ago, I went
away from home to sell some fifty head of
cattle fine creatures as I ever saw. I
was to bay some groceries and dry-goods
befor'e I came back, and, above all, a doll
fin. our youngest, Dolly ; she never had a
shop doll of her own, only the rag-babies
her mother had made her. Dolly could
talk of nothing else, and went down to
toe very gate to call after me to "buy d
big one." 'Nobody but a parent can un
derstand how my mind was on that toy,
and how, when the cattle vere sold, the
first thing T hurried off to buy was Dolly's
doll. I found a large one, with eyes that
would open and shut when ••ou pulled a
wire, and had it wrapped up in paper, and
tucked it under my arm, while I had the
parcels of calico and delaine and tea and
sugar put up. It might have been more
prudent to stay until morning, • but I felt
anxious to get back, and eager to hear
Dolly's prattle about the doll she was so
anxiously expecting.
I mounted on a steady-going old horse
of mine, and pretty well loaded. Night
set in before I was a mile from town, and
settled down dark as pitch while I Was in
the middle of the wildest bit of road I
know of. I could have felt my way
through, I remembered it so well; and it
was almost that when the storm that had
been brewing broke, and pelted the rain
in torrents, five miles, or may be six, from
home, too. I rode on as fast as I could ;
but suddenly I heard a little ery, like a
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child's voice. I stopped short, and lis
tened. I heard it again. I called, and it
answered me. I couldn't see a thing All
was dark as pitch. I got down, and felt
about in the grass; called again, and
again I was answered. Then I began to
wonder. I'm not timid; but I was known
to be a drover, and to have money about
me.- I thought it might be a trap to catch
me unawares, and there to rob and mur-.
der me.
. lam not superstitious—not very—but
how could a real child be out on the prai
rie in such a night, at such an hour? It
night be more than human. The bit of
a coward that hides itself in most men
showed itself to me then, and I was half
inclined to run away ; but once more I
heard that piteous cry, and said I, "If
any man's child is hereabouts Anthony
Hunt is not the man to let it lie alone to
die."
I searched again. At last I bethought
me of a hollow under the hill, and groped
that way. Sure enough, I found a little
dripping thing that moaned and sobbed
as I took it in my arms. I called my
horse, and the beast came to me, and .1
mounted, and tucked the little soaked
thing under my coat as well as I could,
promising to take it home to mammy. It
seemed tired to death, and pretty soon
cried itself to sleep against my bosom.
It had slept there over an hour when I
saw my own windows. There were lights
in them, and I supposed my wife had lit
them_lbr-ro -sake-:-but-when I got into
le yar, gate saw something was the
matter, and stood still with dead fear of
heart five minutes before I could lift the
latch. At last I did it, and saw the room
full of neighbors, and my wife amid them,
weeping. When she saw me she hid her
face.
"Oh, don't tell him," she said. "It will
kill him."
"What is it. neighbors?"
And one said, "Nothing now, I hope.
what is that you have in your arms ?"
"A poor lost child," said I. "I found
it on the road. Take it, will you ? I've
turned faint." And I lifted the sleeping
thing and saw the face of my own child,
my little Dolly.
It was my darling, and no other, that
I WO picked up upon the drenched road.
My little child had wandered out to
meet "daddy" and doll while her mother
as at work, and whoM they were la
menting as one dead. I thanked God on
my knees before them all. It is not much
neighbors; but I think of it often in the
nights. and , yonder how I could bear to
live now if I had not stopped when I
heard the cry for help upon the road—
the baby cry, hardly louder than a sqir
rel's ehirp.
Ab, friends, the blessings of our work
often come nearer to our own homes than
we ever dare to hope !
Danger ! Danger ! Danger ! !
Four young men of Yonkers went out
into the field the other day,, gunning.—
Presently they came to a broad inclosure,
on which was a sign with the above start
ling words upon it. In addition the sign
gave notice that within the enclosure were
several cans of nitro-glycerine, per'haps
the most terribly destructive explosive a
gent now known. And the purport of the
whole was to turn ”eople out of the way.
See how the young men mind the warn
ing. Two of them, more cautious than
their companions, hid behind some trees
at a little distance, to look on. The oth
er two went near, and—will the reader
believe it—threw a stone or two at the
cans. The explosion N;7lnich followed blew
them to attoms, and badly, if not fhtitlly
hurt the others. And now they know how
it is themselves.
This is a sort of thing young men are
doing very often. ney go into business
and come face to ihee with temptations to
speculations, fraud. The signal is Dan
ger! danger ! danger !! But this only
serves to whet their curiosity, and they
try their hand with the same result. that
Las overwhelmed so many others. They
go into society. The wine-611p is handed
them. Danger ! Danger ! Danger !!
written all over it. "It biteth like a ser
pent and stingeth like an adder." Nev
ertheless they think it wont hurt them,
and take it, with the almost invariable
result—ruin.
We are coming every day to the plac
es where these morally destructive agents
have been left in our way. We may won
der at the Providence which leaves them,
but we cannot be blind to the Warnings
which accompany them. We meddle with
them at our peril. When will young men
and old learn wisdom, admit that caution
is better than temerity, and be willing to
be guided by the examples and experience
which the past affords.?
There are things more deadly than ni
tro-glycerine.
Professor Waterhouse, in a recent pa
per on the resources of Missouri, gives the
following description of the iron moun
tains, for which the State is famous : Shep
herd Mountain is 600 feet high. The ore
contains a large percentage of iron. The
height of Pilot Knob above the Mississip
pi river is 1,114 feet. Its base, 581 feet
from the summit, is 200 acres. The up
per section of 141 feet is judged to con
tain 14,000,000 tons of ore. The eleva
tion of Iron Mountain is 228 - feet, and the
erea of its base 400 acres. The solid con
tents of the cone are 230,000,000 tons.—
It is thought that every foot beneath the
surface will yield 3.000,000 tons. At the
depth of 150 feet, the artesian auger was
still penetrating solid ore. These moun
tains contain enough ore above the sur
face to affiwd, for 200 yearr, an annual
suppiy of I.ooo,iiin) tons. Tile iron is
strong', tough and fibrous.
BY EDWARD ABOTT
[Published by Request.
Over the river; the river of tithe,
Lies the bright land of a verdure sublime;
"Valleys of beauty in splendor do. shine,
Beautiful, beautiful home I
Over the beautiful river;
The beautiful, beautiful river,
Over the beautiful river,
- The beautiful fields are all green.
Over the river's the pilgrim's retreat,
Gorgeous in splendor, in beauty complete
Angels are singing in hatmony sweet; •
Beautiful, beautiful home
Over the river, time never grows old ;
There ore enjoyments and pleasures uir
told ;
There is a city with streets of pure gold;
Beautiful, beautiful homi
Over the river out ,sorrow will cease,
Hushed by the songs of a heavenly peace;
'When we get there what a happy release!
Beautiful, beautiful home!
Over the river the mansions are fair;
Oh hoW inviting! loved ones are there;
Soon in those mansions their glory we'l
share
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Beautiful, beautiful home !
—Over-i-he-river-there-are-no-dark=skies
There every tear shall be wiped from
our eyes,
There the sweet pleasure of home never
dies!
Beautiful, beautiful home I
Honest Ben Wade.
Wade on one occasion, replied to
Toombs, of Georgia, in the Senate, anti to
all appearance used language which would
compel Toombs to challenge him. Sev
eral friends went to Wade and begged
him to desist, but the old fellow became
more and more violent, until Toombs in
dicated his intention of calling him out,
when Wade quietly sat down, seemingly
having accomplished what he sought.—
The Southern men looked at each other
in astonishment, and it was manifest to
all that Wade had deliberately provoked
a quarrel with Toombs.
That night a friend of the Southern
Senator called on Mr. Wade to ,know if
he would retract the offensive words he
had used. "No; I won't take hack a d—e
word," was Wade's emphatic reply.—
"Then," said the friend of Mr. Toombs,
"it will be necessary for Senator Toombs
to challenge you to mortal combat"—
"That is just what I want, and we might
have got to this point without all this
palsiver," said Wade.
"You surely can't be in earnest, Mr.
Wa,de," said the Southerner.
"Why, of course I am, man. 'You see,
sir, we Northern men don't fight often, or
like to fight. Now, lam opposed to the
code, and so are my constituents, but you
fellows have broken Sumner's head, and
.we must spunk 'up a little or you will
break all our heads. The shortest way
.to end the matter is to kill off a few of
you, and I have picked out old Toombs
as my man.. He will have to challenge;
then, of course, I have the choice of weap
ons,. and I'll take my old rifle, and d—n
one if I don't bring him down the first
crack."
When Mr. Toombs heard what Wade
said, he was mightily disturbed, and re
plied : "Well, I suppose I will have to
let all go—l Can't challenge him ; If I
do, the old rascal will kill me, sure e
nough." It appears Wade and Toombs
had been out together shootinevith a ri
fle several times, and while Toombs could
shoot very well with a pistol, he was a
poor rifle shot. On the other hand,
Wade was an old hunter, and an adept
.with a rifle. In those days he could hit
a dollar at a hundred yards three out of
five shots, and Toombs had seen him do
it. The Georgia fire-eater had no idea of
becoming the target of such a man. Long
after the affair was over, I said one day
to Mr. Wade, "If Toombs bad actually
challenged you, would you really have
accepted and gone out to fight."
Mr. Wade replied solemnly: "If old.
Toombs had challenged me that time, as
I expected he would, I would have ac
cepted and fought him. I had it all ar
ranged in my mind.; I would have put a
patch on my coat over my heart of the
size of a dollar and made Toombs do the
same. I was used to that kind of shoot
ing, and if the old fellow had stood still,
d- -n me 'if I wouldn't have cut his patch
the first fire. I was not much afraid of
getting hurt; for old Toombs knew the as
a good rifle shot, while I knew him as a
very bad one, and I felt quite sure that
patch business would demoralize him."
Not only eid Mr. Toombs refuse to
challenge Mr. Wade, but no Southern
member could be induced to send him
challenge, no matter what he might say.
Mr. Fitch told me that during the time
the trouble was pending with Senator
Toombs, Mr. Wade went every evening
in a buggy to Bladensburg to practice
with his rifle ; so there could hello doubt
of the Ohion's intention to tight should
the fire-eaters give him a chance. As late
as 1868 I hunted squirrels with Mr. W.
at Jefferson. Ohio, and he was still a re
markebly good shot.
If you should see a man digging a snow
drift with the expectation of finding val
uabla ore, or planting seeds on the 'roll
ing billow, you would say at once that he
was beside himself ; but in whit respect
does this man differ from you while you
sow the seeds of dissipation in your youth
and expect the fruits of age will be a good
constitution, elevated affections and holy
principles ?
Ecstasy.
But this is not argument ; it is ecstasy.
What is eestasy2 An uplifting to some
position above. our usual stand. . We al
ways see more as we get up higher on a
tower or hill. On yonder cape, whose
name of Ann. some love of woman gave, I
have been amazed at revelations of beau
ty, from rising forty or fifty feet in the air ;
forests in the dim horizon, .enterva les
stretching-along the banks of streams, and
the far-off Atlantic swell and roll girdling
with foam..the aisles. it is an ecstasy to
be on Mount Washington or Mount Blanc;
it extends the view. Some years ago, I
sailed. with some friends to pick up that
little pin, on the floor of the .deep—the is
land of Faval. As we surmised from ob
servations of the sun that we were nearing
the latitude where it is laid down, there
was debate whether a vague cloudy line
we saw in the distance was land or mist.
But a great surge tossing the vessel brought
out plainly the hump of vineyards wash
ed with breakers and laced with streams,
to our exclamation of unanimous joy. S.)
from the surge of feeling we may descry
the heavenly shore, hid from the level sur
vey of common place life. It is no hal
cyon, but a stormy sea that lifts us to the
vision. •Not on the bright glassy surface
of our prosperity, but on the sullen, heav
ing tide of sorrow, shall we behold the
port we would make. Gray weather sof
tens the landscape, and aisistethe sight.--
It was said of England, she imagines she
-seeslu- rther=oriaireate - EaTifOity ,
than with all clear. So through the gloom
we scern glory. The storm throws up
the sea-weed - to enrich the land; --Foul
weather is needed to make the fair fruit
ful. 'The bolt that shatters your roof di•
rectos your eye upward. The Almighty
blesses us with menace as with promise.-
When our children, the heirs we hoped to
leaveour lodging to, are carried dead from
its door, we seek a city that hath founda
tions; for we, too, on our own thresholds
must turn our back, and, able to walk no
more, be led and lowered through the
same lew gate-way.—Radical Problems.
KISSING—HUMAN NATURE.—When. a
wild 'spark attempts to kiss a Nantucket
girl she sayti: "Come, sheer off, or I'll
split your mainsail with a typhoon."
The Boston girls hold still till they're
kissed, when they flare up all at once,
and say : "I think you ought to be asham
ed?,
When a young chap steals a kiss from
an Alabama girl she says: "I reckon its,
my turn. now," and gives hini a box on
the ear that he don't forget for a mouth.
When a. clever fellow steals a kiss from
a Louisiana girl, she smiles, blushes deep
ly, and says—nothing. •
In Pennsylvania, when a female is sa
luted with a buss, she puts on a bonnet
and shawl and answereth. "I am totally
astonished at thy assurance, Jebediah,
and for this indignity will sew thee up."
The Western ladies, however. are so
fond of kissing that, when saluted en one
cheek, they instantly present the other.- -
The Bag Harbor girl tussels and scratch-
In till out of breath, when she submits to
her fate with the most exemplary forti
tude and resignation, without a murmer.
When a young man steals a kiss from
a Lowell girl, she blushes like a full
grown rose, and says smartly, "You dar
seal do that twice more."
Two LADIES LEARN A LESSON.—A
short time since, a lady in San Franeico
opiined a letter addressed' to her husband,
and found in it a circular from a firm
that offered to send a large amount of
counterfeit money - for a small sum in
greenbacks. The Counterfeit money was
described as being so admirably got up
as to defy detection, and the circular was
eloquent as to the fortune which the firm
thus placed within the
,grasp of any en
terprising citizen.
The wife showed the circular to her
mother, and the two were struck with the
idea. They sent fifty dollars to the firm,
and awaited the tu rival of the counterfeit
money—one thousand dollars—with feel
ings of irrepressible impatience. After a
time a gentleman called, who bore the
name of the senior member of the firm, to
hand them the counterfeit money in per
son. The ladies received him privately
in the parlor, and when they extended
their bands to receive five hundred dol
lars apiece, the gentleman, to their •hor
ror, slipped handcuffs on their wrists, and
and announced himself to be a -United
States detective. Then followed screams,
fainting and a. harrowing scene. The
husband was sent for. He came. The
wife told,her Story, and the fetters were
removed from her own and her mother's
wrists, and the detective left, but the les
son which the occurrence taught the two
women still remains.
CIDER AND PICKLES FOR FEVER.-
Some two months ago, a resident of De
troit named Broef, was taken ill with
some sort of a fever, and for two weeks'
there was little hope of saving his life.—
He continued to sink, in spite of all the
physicians could do, and they finally gave
it up. All through his sickness the man
had continually asked for pickles and ci
der; and when he had got so low that his
death was considered only a question of a
few hours, Mrs. Broef decided to gratify
his wishes. A glais of cider was given
him, and he declared himself much bet
ter for it. More was given through the
night, in place of medicine, and the next
morning the doctor declared that a most
favorable change had . taken place. Some
strong pickles were procured and given
him, and'he began to call for gruel broth.
To be brief, he is now able. to move a
round the house. and' everybody in the
neichborlioed, as well as the physician.
gives the cider and pickles the .credit of
performing the cure.
A Strange Story.
An exchange gives a long account •of
one Henrietta Robinson, who about twen
ty years ago was accused of poisoning a
man and woman in Troy, New York, and
was convicted and sentenced to death,
but the sentence was commuted to impris
onment all her lifetitut She Was styled
at the time the "Veiled Murderess," as
she kept herself closely veiled in court
and in prison, and would neither show
her face nor give any account of herself
or her family. She has now been eigh
teen years in Sing Sing, and generally en
joys good health and spirits, and preserves
her good looks.. She was a very ;hand
some woman when she went to prison, and
was supposed to belong to some high fam
ily either in England or Ireland. She
has never yet breathed a word in regard
to her family which has reached the pub
lie. She is called "Mrs. Robinson" by
• the other convicts, who one and all feel
for her the highest respect. Having been
uniformly exemplary in conduct, she has
been granted ma trifling privilege not
allowed ordinary risoners. Her cell is
a curiosity in its way. It is represented to ,
be a miniature conservatory, embracing
some rare floral productions.
.It is also
embelished with many other evidences of
refined taste and culture. She is more
communicative to the chaplain of the pris
on than any one else, and toward - him she
occassionally throws off a portion of her
habitual reserve. • It is supposed she has
• de-some-itn .ortanticommunicatientii;
him under the seal of secrecy, and he
states that before many months shall have
passed there possibly may be more dis
closures given to the public in regard to
her case, which will present her in a dif
ferent light than that in which she has
hitherto stood. This . chaplain, who at
tended her trial, has always expressed a
belief in her entire innocense of the fear
ful crime for which she was convicted.
• In a little village ..near Bangor, Me.,
there lived. )many years gone by, a lay
member who kept week days a. country
-store, and on Sundays he would preach or
exhort around among the neighborin g
towns where he found a vacant pulpit.
He was a man of limber tongue, :..ad
could sell Yankee notions and,preach the
Gospel very handy.
• It was his way to load up a wagon and
peddle all through the country, leaving
the store in the charge of his wife in his
absence.
Finding himself. late in the week, up
en a certain time, too far from home to
get hark, and having sold outlis load,
which at that time c' nsisted of dried ap
ples. which, by the way, were s little wor
my, he gave notice that he would preach
the next day, being Sunday, to the peo
ple.
Many gathered to hear him. His text
was: "And by their fruits ye shall know
them." He handled this subject in his
usual gallant manner, and, closing up his
sermon with a glittering paragraph, he
repeated the text: "Yes, my friends, and
by their fruits ye shall all know them."
Just at this point up jumped a retail
grocer in the place, that had dealt with
the exhorter the night 'before, and said,
loud enough to he heardif the chcreh had
been as large again :
-"Yes; friend, and by the worms in their
dried apples, too !"
Pit POLL.—Mr. 'Butler, a gentle
man much given to prayer-meetings,owns
a parrot, a very noisy one, by the way,
and one which in swearing we devoutly
believe would stand a fair chance in a
competition with the "Army in Flanders."
We don't like to say anything ugly about
that parrot, but we trust and believe.that
it would be a blessing to the neighborhood
if—if it would hang itself. Here is an in
stance of its rascality:
On the occasion of one of Mr: Butler's
tri-weekly prayer-meetings, a large con
gregation assembled, and the parrot was
present. During an unusually lengthy
prayer which was uttered by a pious . in
dividual, who seemed to be praying by
the furlong, the head of the 'house became
drowsy and resigned hlinself to the• rosy
gad of slumber. •
Immediately there proceeded prom the
nasal organ snores which were loud, and
very interesting. The parrot eyed him a
while in silence and then complacently
observed :
"May I he d— if old Butler-ain't a
sleep!"
.•
A Kansas youth played a trick on two
young .girls the other day who were re
turning from school, and just about to
'enter society, which, for real meanness,
can't be•beat. Occupying a seat on
train just back of them; he entered into
a flirtation which was in no way discour
aged. The train entered into a dark tun
nel, and when it got midway, he kissed
the• back of his own hand audibly gave
it is regular buss. Each gir], ,of course,
charged the other with guilt, and the pas
sengers thought possibly the youth bad
kissed both. When they got home, each
told the joke on the other, and for the
first time two girls have the credit of hav
ing been kissed without having enjoyed
'that pleasure.
GOOD Anvrer..—Don't be discouraged
if occasionally you slip down by the way,
and others tread on you a little. It, oth
er words, don't let a failure or two dis
hearten von ; accidents will happen. and
misertleolntions will sometimes be made;
thins will turn out differently to our ex
pectations, and we may he sufferers. It
is worth while to remember that fortune
is like the skies in the month of. April,
sometimes cloudy and sometimes clear and
favorable.'
Don't brAllirrA thr mr.m Tv hn tallrq ttif.
most, for mowing cats are very seldom
mousers.
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inud Xnmor.
The last excuse for crinoline is, that
the "weaker vessels" need much hooping.
Why should young ladies set good ex
amples ?—Because young men are so apt
to follow them.
Do not go to law
ing to lose ; lawyers
fools' heads.
A Georgia woman is credited with rais
ing.a large family, although'not out of
her teens. It was her mother-in-Ipw's
family, and .she did it with a keg of gun
powder planted in the cellar.
A worthy farmer in Georgia, who was
carried home on a litter the other day,
solemnly asserts that nothing but a twen
ty ton anchor 'can hold a sorrel mule
down to the earth after she has stepped
in a yellowjacket's nest.
A man recently broke off a marriage
because the lady .did not possess good
conversational powers. A friend told
him he should 'have married her, then re
fused her a new bonnet, to have develop
her power of talk.
— Little Willie P., of Greenfield, was re
cently presented a toy trumpet, to which
he became greatly attached. One night, .
tle bed" and was ready to say his pray
ers, he handed the trumpet to his grand
mother, saying, "Here, grandma, you
blow while I pray?'
"Do- you go to school now, Charlie ?"
"Yes, sir ; I bad a fight to-day, too."
"You tad ? 'Which whipped ?"
"Oh, I got whipped," he replied with
great frankness. _
"Was the , other boy bigger than you?"
"No, he was littler."
"Well, how came you to leave a littler
bo y whip you ?"
"Oh ! you see be was madder nor
was."
. FIVE STEPS TO THE GALLOWS.-A man
had committed murder, was tried, found
guilty and condemned to be hanged.
A few days: before his execution, he
drew upon the wall of his prison cell a
gallows with five steps leadinz up to it.
On the first step he wrote, Disobedience
to Parents.
.On the second step Sabbath breaking.
On the third step, Gambling and Drun
ken ness.
On the fourth step, Murder.
The fifth step was the platform on which
the Gallows stood.
This poor fellow doubtless wrote the his
tory of many a •wostethand•lost life.
Old Uncle Joe was so absent minded
that on a certain 'Sunday .he arose, put on
his working clorhes, and went out to the
fields to mow. returned when break
fast was about half over and said to his,
nieces, "Girls, there's knothing like a cou
ple of hours of work in the fresh air to
give you an appetite for breakfast."—
"Why. uncle, do you forget that this is
Sunday ?" "Lord bless me, so it. is !" he
answered, as he comprehended that he
had been breaking the Sabbath. "I must
go to my room and prepare for church."
He went to his room, after hurriedly gulp
ing down his breakfast, with the intention
of dressing. Not appearing in half an
hour, one cf the girls went up to call him.
She•found him fast asleep. When he had
thrown of his clothes he forgot that he
had intended to dress for church and went
to bed, thinking it was bedtime.
THP.: YOUSG MAN WITH TWINS.-A
young man who was asked the other day
y a woman in a Pentisylvahia railroad
train to hold her twins 'for a moment,
while she got out for, refreshments, was
subsequently much embarrassed ; because,
as the fond mother did not return, but
rather took the next train back to the city,
he was obliged to perform the duty of
holding those two babies, one upon.each
knee, all the way out to Pittsburg, and it
became montoLous before lie reached that
city. All he could do was to sit there and
think, and think and blush, while the
twins emitted the most unearthly yells
and enquired in vain for,sustenance. The
passengers' stared, and seemed to . reo.ard
the unfortunate youth as an 'unnatural
father. The manner in which he' sinned
those infants into an orphan asylum. as
soon as he got tooPittsburg indicated that
he was anxious, to get rid . of them. , And
so lie was.
ONLY Si,A DAT's ALL.—liere is a very
good anecdote, reminding one somewhat
of Mrs. Stowe's -"Tepsy :"
During the last year of the war, a con
traband came into the. Federal ines
North Carolina, and was marched up to
the officer of the day to give an account
of himself, whereupon the following collo
quy ensued :
"What is your name?"
"My name's -Sam."
"Sam what?"
"No, sah, not Sam Watt. I'se jist
Sam."
"What's your other name?"
"I hisn't got no .other name, sah. I'se
Sam rlat's all."
"What's your master's name?" •
"rse got no master now ; massy runneil
away—yali ! vali ! rse free nigger now."
"Well, what's your father's and moth
er's name?"
I'se got none, sah—nebber bad none.—%
I'se jilt Sam—ain't nobody olse."'
"Haven't you gat any brothers and sill
tersr
eah ; neber had none. ".ico brud
der, no sister, no fader. no mndder, no
marsa—nothin' *bat Sam. Trhen van Bee
Sam; you see 01l there is of us."
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ses are built zz,/