le'llie drum?' I rt tl,. Sfltt V Illfir mucir llii U.ilU. ,1 ,l..ll f T J J, "UJ"' n IlllllUIVlU luy iiuii.ii wuii uvucm sicp ana s ow. Homage war's martyred herotfpdyv wVv-j' Over the orave J 1 J' WkyWi jj our miitn nraves . . Low droops the flap, vhtle d'nation is OlOW, oujnes, mow, I Softlu ar.t Inw vcrthejiclds where our blest dead are sleeping,! .Muffle the drums! Tis a sacred day. . Hallowed and honored its memory hcep Nav&ht but Love's tohens we brinpto lay. Over the graves where our Jallen sleep.' uiow. nugits, mow, - Sojlly anil low, ' .. ' While fairest flowers Love's hand is here strewing Over the graves " Of a nation's braves, . 'Over the sod which our tears are bedewing? PY JT FEW more "years 11,0 1 grave -perhaps nameless ouc shall liokl tlio Inst wil dier of ll.n Civil War. Lot tis take a glimpse Into the literature of Memorial Day. It fairly twins with beautiful thoughts and noble senti ments. It shows that the orator, etatesmnn unci bard liavc.not forgotten j the men who fought to preserve this Republic of ours. tl'he first of n whole series of famous rations on this patriotic theme was delivered one November day1 In 1804 on tlie battlefield of Gettysburg, when a tall, gaunt, sad-faeed man arose amidst the plaudits of his hearers mid uttered the words of ns great on address ns ever fell from the lips of a Demos thenes or a Webster words that will burn In the American heart ns long as It remains susceptible to the fires of patriotism. It is needless to add that iwe refer to Abraham Lincoln and his (among Gettysburg address. It has come to be classic In literature. ftnyard Taylor's Tribute. the world did note, and It will one? l'pmetiilior. wlinr was snul ana V ... done on that NovembeV day, forty years ago. Five years afterward Bay ard Taylor wrote on ode founded on the words of that oration. It contains eonie beautiful thoughts on the dead lierocs, and the following is an extract from it: lliia they have done for us, who slumber here Awake, alive, though now so dumbly sleeping; EpreailiiiK the board, but tasting not its cheer; I Sowing, but never reaping; Uuilding, but never sitting in the 1 shade Of the utrdng mansion they have made; Epeaking their word of life with mighty toneue, But hearing not the echo, million-voiced, Of brother who rejoiced, From all our river vales and mountains flung. 1 So take .them, heroes of tho songful past! Open your ranks, let every shining ' troop ' . It nlinntom banners droon. Tfo had earth's noblest martyrs, and her last. Take them, 0 Fatherland! iWho, dying, conquered in thy name; And, with a grateful hand. Inscribe their deeds who took away thy blame Give, for their grandest all, thine insuffi cient fame! ' Take them, O Jod! our brave, The glad fullillers of Thy dread de cree; Who grasped the sword for peace, and I smote to save, i And, dying here for freedom, died for ! Thee! To see what "gentlemen cf( tho cloth" have thought about the dead eoldler I append tho following from the lips of one of the most honored of that noble vocation, Henry Ward Beecher: "Oh, tell me not that they are dead that generous host, that nlry army of Invisible heroes! They hover ns a SOLDIERS' AND SAILORS' MONU MENT, NEW YORK. Frederick D. Pangborn. cloud of witnesses above this nation. ;Are they dead that yet tpeak .louder than we can speak, and a more univer sal language? Are they dead that yet act? Are they dead that yet move upoa society and inspire the people vlth nobler motives nud more heroic patriotism? "Ye that mourn, let gladness mingle With yCar tears. It was your son, but now he is the nation's. He made your household bright; now his example in spires a thousand households. Dear to Ills brothers and sisters, he is now brother to every generous youth .In the if I Muffle the Drums By s. Brintt-jstool weeping Ne'er , J& J& JiHES R. CAMPBELL. j& J& land. Before he was narrowed, ap propriated, shut up to you; now lie is augmented, set free and given to all. Before he was yours; he Is ours. He has died for the family that he might live to the nation. Not one name shall be forgotten or neglected; and It shall by and by be confessed of our modern heroes, as It is of an ancient hero, that ho did more for his country by his death than by his whole life." ltohnrt G. InigerAnll'a MnflterpifH-i.. It is said that the best of the feast Is always reserved till the last. It seems so in Uils cose, for the following Is said to be one of the most eloquent ex tracts lu the English language. This seems strange, too, since the speaker has never been given much credit for having beauty of soul or purpose by the world in general; but he was n born orator, and ho gave utterance to many a beautiful thought and noble sentiment in the course of his career. Listen to Robert G. Ingcrsoll's vision: "The past, as It were, rises before me like a dream. Again we are In the great Btruggle for national life. We hear the sound of preparation the mu sic of the boisterous drums, the silver voices of the heroic bugles. We see thousands of assemblages, and hear the appeals of orators; we see the pale faces of women and the flushed faces of men; and In those assemblages we see all the dead whose dust we have covered with flowers. We lose sight of them no more. We are with them when they enlist in the great arn.y of freedom. We see them part with those they love. Some are walking for the last time in quiet, woody places with the maidens they adore. Wc hear the j whisperings and the sweet vows of eternal love as they llngeringly part forever. Others are bending over cra djes kissing babes that are asleep. Some are receiving the blessings of old men. Some arc parting with mothers who hold them and press tliem to their hearts again and again, and say noth ing; and some are talking with wives, and endeavoring, with brave words spoken in the old tones, to drive away the awful tear. We see them part. We see the wife standing in the door with the babe In her arms standing in the sunlight sobbing. At the turn of the road a hand waves she answers by holding high in her loving hands the child. He is gone, and forever. "We see them all as they march proudly away under the flaunting Hags, keeping time to the wild, grand music of war marching down the streets of the great cities through the towns and ncroBS the prairies down to tho fields of glory, to do and die foi; the eternal right. We go with them one and all. Wo are by their side on all the gory fields, in all the hospitals of pain, on all the weary marches. We stand guard with them in the wild storm and under the quiet stars. We are with ilv nunie me arums- jic im "y. j I"' Snouts of the hemic luive dicd away. Over the fields where war's dust-cloud whirka Tcilie and tranquillity reipn to-day , ' Clashing, of arms. , lA himlr nlarms. . shall he litnrd where ourhcrces he sleeping Kcst. soldier, rest. While o'er thy breast God's sacred watch-fires Iheirjiod are Keeping ffluffle the drums! On steep mountain heights,, ' . Down in the valleys, on land, o'er sea, Hiundered the puns through wild days dnd nights, Spilhn.o the hft-blood Joryou and mc: Cnaroino bnoades flct jlasKinq,' blades. ,5tcrn was the contest on battlefields fpryO . Sleep, heroes, sleep! O'er land and deep. Thine was the contest, and thine be the plory! them In the ravines running with blood in the fin-rows of old Holds. We are with thrm between the contending hosts, unable to move, wild with thirst, the life ebbing slowly uivny among the wiihi red leaves. We see them pierced I uy bulls and torn with slirlls in the I trendies of forts, and in the whirlwind I of the charge, where men became Iron I with nerves of steel. We are with : ilicin in the prisons of hatred and fani- me, but human speech can never tell what they endured. We are home when the news comes that they are dead. We see the iniiideii in the shadow of her sorrow. We see the sil vered head of the old man bowed with the lust grief. The past rises before us. We bear the roar and shriek of the broken shell. The broken fetters fall. Three heroes died. We look. In stead of slaves we see men and women and children. The wand of progress touches the auction block, the slave pen and the whipping post, and we see homes and firesides, and school houses and books, and where nil was want and crime, and cruelty and fear, we see the faces of the free. "These heroes are dead. They died for liberty they died for us. They are at rest. They sleep In the land they made free, under the Hag they ren dered stainless, under the solemn pines, the sad hemlocks, the tearful wlliows, the embracing vines. They sleep be neath the shadow s of the clouds, care less alike of sunshine or storm, each In the wiudowless palace of rest. Earth may run red with other wars they are at peace. In the midst of battle. In the roar of conflict, they found the serenity of death. "I have one sentiment for the soldier, living and deatf cheers for the living and tears for the dead." By way of conclusion nothing could be more titling than one of tho stanzas from that touching poem called "The Blue and the Gray." It was written from an incident that happened in the South In which thegraves of the North ern and the Southern soldiers were im partially covered with (lowers by the noble women of the place. , This spirit is gradually infusing Itself into the hearts of all in these latter days; and. after all. It seems just, for they all were soldiers they all fought for the cause they thought was right: No more shall the war cryscver, Or the winding rivers be red; Thev banish our anger forever When they laurel the graves of our dead. Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the Judgment Day Love and tears for the blue. Tears and love for the gray. g&Vr"- jj...... . i ''1 LIEUT.-COM. FREDERICK 1MJOLE, OF THK C'HIXKSK NAVAL RE SERVES. I'LACIXU A WREATH ON THE GRANT MONU MENT IN NEW YORK. (IhiIriiiI l neural. Fnr in the gloom wrapt wilderness, Where crooning pine trees wave, The wild winds wail a requiem Above a soldier's grave; No gleaming shaft uiiicars its head To mark the nameless tomb. No comrades come with martial tread To deck the spot with bloom. Vet ever when the fields are clothed In Tii liest hues of May, One wnmii'i holds within her heart A lone Memorial Day; And on that distant, unmarked grave In tionibre shadows set. She lays a wreath of fadeless lave And garlands of regret. The Ilouscho.d. Itecnrut Inn lliiv. Memorial Day Is here again, and the flowers, fragrant offerings of love and gratitude, will soon make the graves ns beautiful as the memory of Iho sol diers' deeds Is precious. Each year diminishes the number of veterans who assemble at the cemetery to conduct the memorial exercises: each year in creases the number of mounds to be decorated, but the living may be trusted to pertpetuiito the custom even when the survivors of our wars have entirely disappeared. Sorrow for the dead Is the one sorrow, it has been said, from which the living do not care to be weaned, and this Is the more true, when with that sorrow there Is mingled the appreciation of patriotic service. The living can rejoice thnt the animosities aroused by the Civil War have been so completely buried that those who wore the blue and those who wore the gray can march together to the "silent city of the dead" and Join in showing respect to the valor and sacrifice of those who, in the war between the States, proved the strength of their convictions by the ofTer of their lives. The living, also, should In the presence of the dead eon- Tie New Spirit or 4 ftininmii rA"VkBM '4 m . mmd seciaie tliexselves anew to the worn that lies before the nation, to the end that the wise and prompt solution of the present problems may Insure per manent peace and prosperity to our beloved land. The Commoner. Fighting OliloiitiH. The history of the Thirty-fourth Ohio Infantry includes accounts of several buttle which nre not generally men tioned in war chronicles. It fought a great deal out of the beaten track of armies, doing much fighting in West vi,..rii,in nirninst the guerrllns. Ill 1S(!3 thp regiment served as mounted In f.mtry, fighting as such at Wytheville, Va.. July 18, where coionei jomi x. Toland was killed. ON' CEMETERY HILL r--NQrW Hail, haunted acrct. of enccmpinp, dead. Whose hills, reset vilh ouns in baHic line, To-dgy repeat and echo Ihe divine Appeal of viH Here pallant Sickles sped His livinp thunderbolts, and Har.coA bled, Calm Meade arrayed, and Jorfunc rose and Jtll Here Devil's Pen was war's dtslincter hell. And anciry puns debated e'er Ihe dead Vith mouThs cflame wlh shot cndwhistlm.o shell! Glcrv has decked, with brorcs and marble pose Her'banle-chiejs, in honor jixed clone But o'er this vasicoj graves, pale Sorrow throw Her star o tears, tc mark each liille stone. "All Kail. 0. sacred circles oJ 'Unknown.'1 ' mm n 1 fldVentOre. LIOX SHOOTING IN INDIA. Mr. l'ercy Cross Standing describes In the Christmas number of the l'all Mall Magazine some hunting adven tures he slimed with the famous crick eter In India: "In the very small hours I was aroused from sweet slumber by ItanjilsinhJI," ho say., "who rushed into my tent In a greater stale of ex citement than I had ever witnessed in him before. Tor the Lord's sake, get up, man, get up!' he cried, dragging me from under the sheltering mosqui to curtains. 'Do you know what lias happened?' No, I didn't know, lint I lushed from the tent In his wake, to find that a lion and lioness had just been into camp, had seized and killed one of our horses while we were all asleep, had almost entirely devoured the carcass, and had then made good their escape across the river. The re mains of the horse (which had been tethered by itself) presented a sicken ing spectacle, little being left save the head and the haunches. Disturbed by the Hashing of torches ere they bad finished their men!, the lions had rushed right through our camp be tween the Hue of tents and had after ward, wilh foinsummato audacity, re turned to finish their supper. It had meant short shrift for any of us who had been picked up that night; for our sentries were fast asleep, and in any case they could not have made a very formidable show with the mu..le-load-ing rilles with r lih-h a beneficent Oov. eminent consents to arm the infantry of India's ruling chiefs. "About eleven o-Uick the familiar roaring broke out fiom the further biml: of the river. The night was dark. The roaring continued at Inter vals for a couple of ; ours so did tho carefully regulated bleating of n terri fied goat, which had been tied up to a sapling. Kilt in the nieai.tiuie the lion and his mate had stealthily passed over tho river, and about 3.1.1 a. in. the lioness suddenly emerged from the darkness, seized the goat, sapling and all, nnd disappeared as swiftly as she had come. The occupants of the ma chans had been fitfully dozing, but now they were well awake. A few seconds later the lion appeared. lie had been to look at the horse's skel eton. He was in no particular hurry. lie was a little puzzled at the non appearance of his wife, that was ail. But the delay was his own undoing. "Crack"' went tho expresses. The lion staggered convulsively, then dis appeared in the dark." WOULD NOT SVKREXDKT!. The noy.il Engineers share a motto with the artillery; it is "I'blfpie," and below nre the words, "Quo fas et gloria diicunt." These "Mudlarks" or "Measurers," these "Flying Bricklay ers," as they are variously called In nickname, have been everywhere. One of the early and by no means the least extraordinary scenes connected with military engineering happened at Ali cante, which we held In 1700, and where we were then besieged by tho French. These could not breach the walls, so they set to work cm a mine which eventually reached n spot just below the citadel. The English Engineers, tracing its position os best they could, drove shafts down toward the mine, in the hone that they would weaken the shock of the explosion. At last the French were ready, and sent a polite invitation to the English commander, asking whether he would care to in spect the mine which verily was about to blow him nnd his Into the air. Two English olllcrrs were commissioned to go; and they found everything as the enemy had said. Then camo tho offer, "Would the English not surrender now that they saw the hopelessness of their position?" But the English General said, "Xo;" be would risk the dire effects. To add stupidity to bravado he, with his chief officers on duty at the time, on the morning of the day fixed by tho French took up a position immediately over the centre of the mine. Twelve hundred barrels of gunpowder rei:t the parade ground ns if by an earthquake, nnd the General, with the bull: of his com pnnlons, disappeared In the recloslng ground. The survivors held ths castle for another P'.onlh, however. It is an example of the somewhat delicate bor derline between the soldier nnd the brave man not always necessarily the same. Leisure Hour. DEATH OF nOKKE'S DRIFT HERO Sergeant Henry Hook, V. C, formerly of the Twenty-fourth Regiment, died at Gloucester on Sunday at the age of fifty-four. Sergeant Hook, who won his Victoria Cross at the defense of Rorkc's Drift, was an attendant of the British Museum for twenty years and recently retired owing to ill-health, lits V. C. pension of f 10 being increased to .10 by the War Oltlce. The cause of death was consumntlrn. When the Zulus attacked Rerko's Drift on Jan nary 2-J, 1570. Sergeant (then Private! Hook was in charge of sis wounded men who had been placed in a room of a building situated at the extrem ity of the laager. After helping Pri vate John Williams to rescue the pa tients in the adjoining room nnd, with him, defending th? door and windows by rifie fire through loopholes, Hook, when at last the door was carried nnd the Zulus attempted to rush into the room, held the door single-handed against the enemy while Williams moved the patients ot'.t of the room into the next one nearer the laager. Hook retreated last, carrying in ills arms one of the pntients whose leg was broken. Although tho Zulns had mean while fired the root of the building, this operation was twice repented. Hook being the last of the party to leave the rooms through which they were re tiring, and, filially, the last to pass out of the window which opened into the lunger. London Times. A WILD TET. If a glft-horso Is not to be crlllelzod, neither, perhaps. Is a gift-leopard, yet there are some who might question the desirability of the latterlis a present When Lady Burton was In Syria the I'aslin sent her such a beast as a mark of esteem, of which she writes lu her "Journal." The leopard's nnme was Abu Farls, which means "father of the horseman," so called because, like the Indian clietah. It Is used for hunting deer, and Is carried on the rider's crupper. Abo grew In size and bounty, and became a great pet. lie had bold, bad black eyes, which seemed to say, "I!e afraid of me." He soon learned that he must not worry the household, but lie loved to tease the animals, especially the 1'ersinn cat. He used to take his naps on my bed, and once an Englishman, not knowing the way about the house, walked by mistake Into my room at siesta, time, nnd found me asleep, with a leopard curled up on my feet. II? rii;:l:ed off In great fright and eellec'. my hi sbnud to come quickly with .': gun. I had great games of hlde aiid-s-)ek with Abu In the garden. Ho r.."t- n gf t pretty rough in his sport, but a hard box on the ears would subdue him. A sheik, visiting mo. saw tho leopard nt play, and admired his grace and beauty. "I have often killed the leop ard In the desert," Ii" said, "but no'V I see how beautiful It I.) end how it can be tamed I shall never L3 able to kill one again." Aim's end was Fi,". .n v:!-. in 1; nbt- edly poisoned by t!. - a 111 :scrn. who stood i-i fear ff hi n, IIo withered away and r. ihlng did I in r.r.r god. IIo used to Ho ai:i' i;: '.he I frscs for warmth, and one eve, when I went out to take a last look at tho slable.-;, ho crawled ?!' :r.i under Saliri. r. id rut v.i n paw to me. I sat d v,-:i and took him in my arms like a child, an.l lu half an hour he died. A LITTLE IIEKO. In tho December's Woman's Ilorae Companion, Coininr.iider Booth-Tucker of the Salvation Army relates the fol lowing pathetic incident which hap pened ut oue of their Christiuas din ners: "The pathos of such gatheii: can easily be imagined. At the Grand Cen tral I'alace, Xew York City, last Christmas day, a bright little lad at tracted our attention. IIo had come to receive a basket for his farr.rly. He seemed a manly little fellow, nnd waited without a murmur, holding fast to his precious ticket. There were five other children U the family, he said, all younger than he, and he was twelve. Father had had his foot in jured six weeks before by molten lead being spilled on it. Work was none to plentiful, anyway, but now he was un able to do It If it was to be had. Moth er! Xo, mother couldn't work, cither. She'd been laid up for some time with rheumatism, " 'Dear me, that is too bad,' sympa thized somebody. 'Who, thou, looks after the family?' " 'I takes care of the family, ma'am,' ho answered, brightly, 'I does tha housework, washes the children and looks after things.' "'You're a brick" declared the one addressed. 'But,' ns a sudden thought struck her, 'who will took tho dinner for you today'.' "And he answered, with a smile, but seriously, 'I will, mn'ani.' "God bless him and others like him." WHALE ATTACKS STEAMER. The Sound steamer Multnomah was attacked by a-fifty-toot whale just oft Old Tncomn, Wash., nnd for a few min utes the vessel's 200 passengers were panic stricken over the possibility of a repetition of the story of Jonah. The wh.'.le hove in sight, dead ahead, arid not far nw.iy. Thou it dived, spouted several times :.nd started for the steamer. "Full speed astern!" was signalled, nnd the captain ordered prep arations for lowering the lifeboats. The whale passed binder the steamer and made her rock and tumble, as though slu had struck the rocks at full speed. After this caper the whale disap peared. The monster has paid more or less serious attention to several other craft. There are big red spots c:i its back, it is said, caused by scraping the paint from the bottom of tho battle ship Nebraska in Seattle Harbor two weeks ago. RISKED LIFE TO SAVE CniLD. Tlaying around a burning brush heap at Westville, X. J., five-year-old Jennie Howe never noticed thnt her clothes were ablaze until she felt the flumes circling around her face. Her screams brought her mother, who grabbed the blazing child In her arms and tore the garments from her little form. The fire communicated to Mrs. Bowe's clothing, and mother and child were badly burned. Saertr thr Rullel. Col. Sidney G. Cooke, local manager of tho Leavenworth Soldiers' Home, probably Is tho only man in the world who ever snetzed a bullet out of his head. II? was badly wounded at the battle of the wil.lernes.?. a Confederate bullet having penetrated his brain. He was taken prisoner and seat to Ander sonville, utter having his wound dressed by a doctor, who did not at tempt to extract the bullet. Cooke recovered, and the lead in his "noggin"' did not bother him at all. One day he commenced to sneeze and he nearly sneezed himself to death. He sneezed for ten days. With the last sneeze came tho bullet. Leavenworth Time WHY ALMOST EVERY BODY EATS EGGS. They Are Very Easily Digested and Furnish an Almost Perfect Substi tute for a Meat Diet. Almost everybody eats eggs. There Is perhaps no article of diet that is more commonly eaten In all countries thnn eggs. Hens' eggs nre used more Ihnn any other kind, although somo people cat duck eggs, poose eggs nnd the eggs of the guinea fowl. Turkey eggs are not so often eaten; they lire generally kept for hatching. Eggs consist of protein nnd fat, water and mineral matter. It is the protein or nitrogenous matter that builds up and repairs Ihe tit-sues of tli body, while Die fat supplies energy. The white of an egg Is often said to be pure albumen, but It also contains phosphoric acid nud sodium chloride or coimion salt. The yolk contains the fatty part of the eug, phosphorus, cal cium, magnesium, potassium nnd Iron. Eggs also contain sulphur, and .this probably accounts for the dark stain left by eggs on silver. Eggs are very easily digr'sted. 'Hair eggs are more qubkly dlg'-sted titan cooked eggs. Soft-boiled eg;:, r msfed eggs nnd poiicln-d egg are more easily digested than fried or hard boiled eggs. The stomnch will dig'st n rn-.v fgg In from one and n half to two hour. Soft boiled and roasted eggs require from two nnd a half to three hours, while linrd-bolled or fried eggs must be al lowed from three and a half to four hours for di- xtion. , Eggs furnish n good substitute for meat, nnd wo 1 -iieve it would be far better for the average p'-rs-m If eggs were more frequ' nlly used In i.l.iee of meat. Medical j'aik. ViSII WORD3. The more law lu a InnJ the fewer the laws. Liking is the cfTc-t and not .1.2 ca'Je of loving. Nothing enters the mind without leav ing its mark. Sometimes one sandwich Is worth many n sermon. Xo man was ever pntlcd down by lifting another up. A g-od many sins walk unier the name of "Circumstances." A man attracts by what is in him more tiinn what lie lias on. To help the young soul, add energy, inspire hope, and blow the cor.ls Into a useful flame. Ralph Waldo Eir.ero:i. "Th flattery of one's friends Is re quired ns a drain to keep up one's spir its against the injustice of one's ene mies." For whoever would be fairer, illum ination must begin In the soul. The face catches the glow only from that side. William C. Gannett. "Be not overanxious to convert thy friend from that which thou deemest the error of his thought to thnt which mny be the error of thine own." These, then, nre the three reverence nnd self forgetfulness and active obedi ence. "With twain he covered his face, and with twain he covered hi9 feet, and with twain he did fly." It is because of irteverfnee and self-con-celt nnd idleness that our lives are weak. Robertson. ' j The more we pray for our fellowmeSt, the more Inevitably we yearn to help them; and this yearning quickens our energies nnd enlarges, our capacities for helpfulness, in a way and to an extent thnt we cannot fail to recog nize as part of the answer to our prayer. J. R. Illingworth. Poison That Produce Idiocy. "The more dreadful poisons," say a chemist who has been interviewed by the Chicago Chronicle, "are only known to a few men. Mercury methide, for instance, the inhalation of whose fumes produces incurable idiocy, can be man ufactured by two Italians and by no one else in the world. Dhatoora is a poison used in India. It, too, produces Inrtr A Rrlrih nrmv of ficer told me of a sad case a case of two rival tailors, one of whom gave the other a small dose o; dhatoora. The victim of the drug remained an idiot all the rest of his life. He sat and moved his empty hands as though he were sewing. He was a formidable rival no longer. Mercaptan produces a melancholy so great as to terminate nearly always In suicide. No govern ment would permit the manufacture nnd sale of this poison. Dhatoora, Mercury methide, mercaptan, and some twenty other poisons are neither made nor sold In any public way. They are only experimented with. Such poisons would be formidable weapons in un scrupulous hands. Driving their vic tims to suicide or to Insanity, they leave behind them nothing suspicious or -untoward. The giver of these pois ons is secure from any fear of punish ment." Mlilnhlpmnn Eax. Pnrlng the South African war i Middy (who had been twice mentioned In dispatches, but who ultimately had to be invalided home fir blowing him self up with a patent bomb which he had made out of gunpowder and luci fer matches) was riding out of cair.r with a friend, when he passed a su perior officer, evidently In a ted tem per, whom he addressed with a cheer ful salute and a "Good morning, sir!" "Who are you?" was the answer. "William , sir. naval adviser of Lord Kitchener, sir." was the genial rejoinder. London Spectator. . Ainbnlitnce on KnilroatU. naliway carriages transformable in to ambulance compartments for the use of siclt passengers have been pro vided for express routes. Detroit Frte-Press.
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