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SOL. MILLER, EDITOR AM) PUBLISHER.
THE CONSTITUTION AND THE UNION.
i TERMS-Si.OO PER AXXUM, IX ADYAXCE.
VOLUME XVI.-NUMBER 21.1
TROY, KANSAS, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 14, 1872.
J WHOLE NUMBER 801.
Mlchand, in hU dmtriptlon of an KsjptUn funeral pro
ceaAion, -which be met mi hln waj to the cemetery of Ko
ctte,wys: "Theproceion wo Raw tom, stopped Itefnre
rcrtaln hoof-, ami ttomt-timc rwll a few steps. I wan
told tliat the dead utopped tfatu before the door of their
friend, to bid tbern a lant freweIL, and before tbo of their
vuemiea, to effect a recom illation before tbey parte! fur
Slowly, with meaJiared tread.
Onward we bear the dead.
To tila lone home.
Short crows the lmnieward road.
On with your mortal load;
Oh, G rare! wacunie.
Yet, jet ah! haten not
I'ant each remembered pot
Where he hath bera ;
There late be talked in plee,
Tliere from henceforth to txs
.Net er more aeen.
Jltnt j e aet down the bier:
One he loved dwelleth here;
Let the dead lie
A moment that dour benide,
"Wont to 11 v ojen wide,
Kre he drew nigh.
Hearken 1 lie HpeaVeth vet
-Oh, friend! wilt thou forset
(Friend more than bnther!)
How hand In hand we've gum.
Heart with heart linked in un
J IZ to each other!
"Oil, friend! I go from thee,
Where the worm feaitteth free,
fiiv'kt tbem no parting kb!
Jftin.il! iA.t romn MlliU?
Oh, friend, farewell !
TTplift yonr lotvl apiin ;
Take up the mourning ..train
INtor the deep wail!
I! the ezpeeteil ne
To hi Tre paiweth on
Cra-a! bid him hail!
Yet. yet ah! (.lowly move;
Hear not the form we Ive
Kat fnm our night
Jct tb air breathe on him,
.And the nan beamVm him
UuAeui4La of light.
Here dwell hU mortal foe:
Lav the departed low,
ren at bin pite
Will the dead epeak ajmin J
IT .Trine proud imkuU and vain,
Laat wordaof hate I
I.o! the eold Up nnclnae
Lit! lint! what Minnda are thoae,
I'UIntive and low f
Oh, thou, mine enemy!
Come forth r.nd look on me,
.Krc henre 1 go.
Ciwe iHt thy f.man now
31 ark! on bin pallid brow.
? jMal IB m-L
TaTtTmz I p.tm thy way
Then, wa-e not war with ckiy
Xow all hiit laborV done!
nw, now the po.il In won!
Oh. Grave, we oiraf!
Seal up the prreiou diint
Jand of the good and just.
Take the mu1 home.
THE PEDDLER AND HIS DOG.
ome year ago, I traxclhsl through a lmrtion
.if Michigan. 1 vent on foot, or rolr, an best
united uty iniro. I carried rich silks and jrw-s-lry
to sell to thiiso disposed tn lmy. My only
i-oiupauioii during my journey, was a large dog of
Newfoundland bmil. Lion was lit t lm king nf
his species, lln was gisid iiatnreil anil (purl,
anil tliero was something almost Iminaii in bis
.yes. He attended tii hit own business, anil nev
er quarreled with 'curs or lower degree.' Ho
would bear :in insult from worthless puppies,
with a philosophy worthy of emulation. I iiL-vrr
knew him, sate mi u few occasions, resent the
imilue liberties of puppies of larger growth.
When his rile, however, was thoroughly aroused,
lin inailo such nfleinliTH a terrible warning to
4 evil iIimtk.'
When I travelleil, he trotteil along by my shle,
iindwhcn I MoihiI to trade, he M-ateil himsi'If
ear me, and watched all my iiiovemi'iitH with a
liiisiiicK-like exiireiwioii. It annoycil him a lit
tle, sometimes, to M.-e Hi ritSioiner drag the
jmmIk from my jiaek, and liasulle them with Kuril
freedom, whiih lie exjiresseil by a low growl,
while he followed every piece with his even, to
ee that they were not appropriated without
proper compensation, and with my full consent.
He really took a strong dislike to those whu
were disposed to find fault with everything, and
my prices in particular. I believe he knew the
value of everything I curried, and the value I at
tached to them. Itu this as it may. he M-emed
satisfied when I was, and waggvd hit tail when
I made a good trade. He was an excellent watib,
and there was no danger of anything confided to
Iiis eaiv, being taken away. I found him very
useful ami companionable iu my travels.
Conveyances were so hcarce and uncertain,
tliat I was often obliged to go on foot from one
settlement to another. Thuso journeys were
anything but pleasant, and as the country was
new, and the state of society anything but good,
robbories were frequently perpetrated upon tho-e
lonely roads, and there were those, no doubt, to
-whom the rich stuffs I carried would lie Mitlicieut
temptation to commit a murder. The idea fre
ipielltlr occurred to me, in travelling throiighthe
wild woods of the West. Hut old Lion was al
ways by my side, ready to die in my defense, and
jiroud to share in my wanderings. I always
went armed. An excellent brace of pistols, steel
liarrelled, and loaded with ball, wen- never from
my pocket, save long enough to see that they
were in order, and at night they lay beneath my
jiillow. I felt quite safe with these and Lion,
who was the companion of my nights as well as
days. lie always laid down between my lxil
jin'd the door, with his face toward the latter. Xo
one could enter without attracting the attention
One day, in tho Summer oflStO, I found my
self in a" small settlement on the bonier of a
.small lake, anxious to get forward to the next,
which was about eighteen miles distant, No
.ronveyance. could lie obtained witbont waiting
till the next day. which I was not inclined to do;
mi I set out oil font. It was near night, and I
walked forward briskly. I was not long in dis
covering tliat my expedition would lie by no
means an agreeable one.
Tlio road if road it could lie called was
Tcry bad, and through the thick forest in that
. m - ' t. .....?. Inn .Mill nn
fiart Ot ine country. iuc iiiKiii-, t", v..e- "
npoceiaml promised to lie darker than common.
Hut Lion trotted along by my side; I was a
Kmart -walker, and was confident that I was get
imp over the ground fast; so I didn't mind it
The darkness was on me before I was aware ot
it It Beemed to m that I had already walked
eighteen mill, bnt I eonld no settlement.
This surprised me a little, for I was used to trav
elling, and knew well my ability to calculate dis
tances. But I kept up a good heart and went on,
until I was nnite certain I had mistaken my way,
or been misinformed in regard to the distance.
I concluded it would liebest to keep the road I was
in until I reached some habitation.
In a short time I was glad I had made the res
olution, for I saw a light gleaming from a cabin.
I approached it as. soon as possible. It was rath
er ibov. the medinm sire. It!""!1
accommodated there very well. It ad the .ap
pearance of being very comfortable within.
knocked for admission. The door was opened oy
" Vow I am not a person to believe in presenti
,uents,'tnisgivinBS, and all that sort of thing, tat
I certainly saw "something in that manV ' n;
nancethat I did not lik., the moment 1 set my
rves upon him. In a grnff voice he asked my
business. I told him I believed I had lost my
war. and was under the necessity of asking ac
commodations, After hesitating a moment, lie
asked me to enter. A tall female was seated in
a corner, near a large rock fire-place. She secra
e& bnsy in watching a piece of meat hissing over
the fire- It "truck me I had never seen a more
anathetic countenance than hers. She hardly
noticed my entry. She might be forty, yearn old.
Jlcr fcce was remarkably long, and wrinkled to a
degree to excitecuriosity. Her imse was sharp
and skinny, as was indeed her whole face. The
head-gear. was wholly indescribable, and beneath
It grey hair was visahle. Her entire dress was
unlike anything I had ever seen. I could hardly
keep my eyes otf her. She, as well as the man,
glanced at my pack as I laid it down. The lat
ter was a coarse-looking ierson, w hose counte
nance appcareu more indicative ot rapacity man
To my questions he repliod very civilly after I
had entered, and he had got a view of ray person.
I learned from him what I expected for the last
half-hour, that I had taken the wrong road.
A kind of telegraphing took place lietwcen the
two, after which I was informed I could stay.
This did not appear to me a very great favor,
since I bad a chance to observe my host and host
ess. The meat upon the coals was set npon the ta
ble, at length. I was invited to partake of it,
v.bieli I did with my host, whu bail been absent,
and. returned a -few minutes before my arrival.
During my repast, Lion took his station by my
side, receiving a portion, as ho always did.
Wheu I had finished, I drew away from the
lxiard, and taking a iaier from my pocket, pre
tended to be busy reading.
I glanced up occasionally from under my
brims, and was startled to sec the apathy of the
woman, as well as that of the man, wearing off
rapidly. Her eyes grew animated, and in unison
with his, glanced at the dog with evident sign
of dissatisfaction. .
Presently I nodded over my paper, like a sleep
ing person. Instantly the maimer of the two
Iiersmis liecamn more alarming. Finally the tall
lag lifted my pack, and weighed it iu her hand
ax well as shu was able. Her eyes Hashed like .1
serM;ut's, for it contained a huge quantity of
specie, besides valuable jewelry and costly s'ilks.
I always made a practice of putting my silver
liumey in a bag, and depositing it in a comer of
id pack, but my bills were placed iu a belt
which I wore next to my skin.
After she had dune this, she motioned for him
to come and lift it, which ho did with npj arenlly
a much ts-itisfactiim as his other half had expe
rienced. He then opened the dpor softly, and motioned
the dog to go out. Though I have no doubt but
Limi understood the pantomimes as well as any
Imdy, he did not offer to stir, but lay at my feet
as quietly asever. At last the old hag grew im
patient, and shook a poker at him. Lion showed
two rows of whita teeth, and uttered a low
growL The pantomimes ceased in an instant.
The door was closed, and the poker returned to
its place. 1 stirred a little. They were quick to
"A tine dog," said the man, thinking it proba
ble I might hear the remark. "I reckon he
wants to get out he growls as though ha did."
A louse followed this remark. He thought I
might order him out, but I did no such thing.
"Nice dog," the woman nddeil, after a moment;
"nice dot'," nnd then she offered him a piece of
meat, and attempted to fondle him. Contrary to
her expectations, Lion utterly refused the meat,
and put an end to all familiarity, by shoniug his
teeth again in a very tesy manner.
This was something very strange fur him. I
never before knew him to refuse meat when it
was offered him. Had Lion shared my snspi.
cioiisl Had his instinct taught him that the
hand outstretched was not a friendly one!
Ilr this last hostility on the part of mr dog.
the hag appeared not a little disconcerted. She
retreated almost behind my chair, and shook her
skinny fist at him ; but he did not enndcscend to
express any uneasiness at that rather decided
and energetic expression of hor feejings. t
J now thought it time to wako up. whirh I did
with a preparatory yawn or two. The same ap
athy came back, ami sat upon the features of my
entertainers. I made them understand that I
wished to retire. There were lint two apart
ments iu the cabin, and Imth left the one I was
iu, to make arrangements iu the other for my ac
commodation. They came out at length, and I
was told my bed was ready. They watched ray
movements with considerable interest, when I
rose to retire. I stalled first without my park,
on purpose. The laces of tho worthy pair light
ed up; I returned and took it, and they fell in a
moment. This was not all I passed in first, and
the woman attempted to shut the door on Liou ;
but the latter, putting forth his strength, sprang
after me in a moment, almost upsetting the hag
in the operation.
"I thought the creatnro would like to stay by
the fire," said she, by way of aniIogr.
"Call the varmint out; 'taiu't likely the man
wants to sleep in a room with the beast," added
mine host, in a manner that expressisl a great
deal of Christian anxiety for my welfare.
" I prefer to have him with me," 1 answcnsl.
"He won't cat that quarter of meat ill tliere,
" O, no,""I answered; "you are quite right; lie
never takes anj thing that's not his." Saying
this, I wished them a giiisl-night, and closed the
They had provided me with a dim tallow can
dle, r.nd the first thing I did was to examine
everything ill the room. It was pretty well Inm
liere'l lip. Various kinds of vegetables oeenpiisl
different corners, among which were pumpkins,
potatoes, melons, Ac, together with a quarter of
venison, some jerked beef, and skins of animals.
The lied was a poor concern, the frame being
made of round poles, in the same state they were
taken from the wood; ami the clothing was
coarse enough for a hermit. Hut what struck me
as lieing a little singular, was, that the ImsI was
tinned towards the partition separating the two
rooms, and right opposite the pillow was a wide
crack, which had the appearance of being left
open by design.
I began to feel queer, (and tliat is not just the
word to express what I mean.) I had large sums
of money alsmt me. enough to tempt the cupidi
ty of my entertainers, at any rate, as their ac
tions had already evinced. How easy it would
be for them to shoot me through the crevice,
whilst I "slept. The idea got jmssession of me
fully, and I could not drive it from my mind. I
woi'Jd have fastened the door, but there was
nothing to fasten it with, and I was impressed
that the danger would not coma in that direction.
If it should, Liou was there to apprise me of it.
I laid off my coat and bustled aliont, as though I
was undressing. I put my pistols under my pil
low and lay down, but such an unaccountable
and terrible sense of evil pressed upon me, that I
could not sleep. Lion, too, apieared uneasy i
came and nut his fore naws upon the bed every
few minutes, then went back to his mst by the
door, and lay down in a kind of feverish anxiety.
At last I feigned sleep, and snored most musi
cally; but I did not fail to look through the
crevice, and sis- what my host aud hostess were
doing. They lay down upon the lied which stood
in me room, ami were qmei euoiign uuui a oeau
to snore; then I heard them whisper. What
were my sensations when I saw them rise softly,
and the man take a gun from behind the bed. 1
saw him, assisted by the hag, draw nut a charge
of slot which was in the gun, and reload it with
a handful of slugs. I turned over heavily, and
pretended to have awakened. My plan of action
was arranged in a moment. I had worn a wig
for several years, ou account of losing my hair by
a fever. I determined to make it of more us
than it had ever been liefore. I lifted myself
from the bed, and felt about in the dark, until I
had found one of the pumpkins I hail seen. Over
this I drew my wig, and it happened to lw an ex
cellent fit. Having dressed it in this uncommon
manner, 1 crept back to my bed, and placed it on
my pillow, in the exact spot which "my head had
occupied. When it was thus adjusted, it was in
juxtaposition with the long crevice, through
which I now took another look. Heavens! the
fiends were loading a brace of pistols .with the
same infernal sings!
I can't say but I felt a little drv about the
throat then. I looked toward old Lion. I could
see his great eyes through the darkness. He was
still upon the alert. The perspiration Iiegan to
roll down my face in great drops; not that I felt
absolutely afraid for I Hatter myself I was no
coward but I did not like the idea of taking hu
man life. I was confident that I could defend
myself, yet even that confidence was not enongh
to make m feel altogether comfortable.
Taking my pistols iu my hands, I bent over
the bed, and commenced snoring again, at the
same time watching the movements of the man
and his amiable spouse. Every explosion from
my nose seemed to give her infinit. satisfaction.
They looked at each other, nodded, and smiled
grimly. He took the gun, aud in bis stocking
feet approached the crivice opposite my bed, fol
lowed by the hag, with the pistols and carving
knife. Stopping, be peered into the room, and
brought his ferocious-looking eyes to bear upon
my wig. I knew it wonhl be dangerous to see
anymore. I raised my head out of harm's wav,
and emitted now and then a snore. I distinctly
heard him fix the muzzle of his gun against the
fissure opposite the ig, and then with a tremor
of indignation, and a kind of creeping sensation
all over me, I drew back and awaited the resnlt.
It was a moment of awful susic!ie to me.
What if he should discover the cheat, and elevate
his piece! A thousand such thoughts rushed
through my mind in an instant. The cold sweat
ran down my face iu a stream. Thank heaven!
I was not kept loug in suspense.
A terrible explosion followed the fearful panse.
A storm of slugs poured into my bed, perforating
my wig, and scattering the pumpkin iu every di
rection. "He. won't never tell no stories!" 1 heard the
assassin say, as he dropped the breech of the gun
heavily iixiu the floor. "Xow for the dog."
During these operations, Liou had placed him
self by my side, with his fore feet upon the bed,
while, to keep him still, I put my hand over his
mouth. He knew what I meant, for I had kept
mm quiei oeiore. .ac inn moiiieui oi me dis
charge, he gave a low growl. I jMiititcd to the
door. He understood my meaning well. His
eyes flashed like balls of tire, while he waited the
moment to wreak his vengeance upon the assas
sins. "I will open the door a little, and when the
cretur sticks out his head, shoot him," said the
The door was opened, but Mlic tretur' didn't
stick his head out. Liou knew better than that,
and waited his chance. Emboldened by not
hearing anything, the door was gradually open
ed. Now was the time. With a terrific howl.
Lion leaiicd over the bead of the woman, and
seizing the rufiian by the throat, dragged him in
an instant to the floor, where a gnat struggle
took place. Iu another moment the hag was
writhing in my nervous grasp; her snrprise was
so great that she made but little resistance and
I quickly bound her hand and foot with a cord
she had produced for another ust jieiliaps to
drag my body away into the woods.
The next thing to ai tend to was the man and
Lion. The struggle was still going on; but the
latter had set his sharp teeth into the throat of
the wretch, and rendered all his efforts abortive,
although he was a man of mwerful fmuie. He
was already reeking with blood, and I hastened
to save w hat little life was left iu him. The dog
was loth to quit his hold, and when he did, he
left one victim to punish another; for liefore I
could prevent it, he had set his teeth quite
thmtigh the hag's arm, who shrieked like a luna
tic. The fellow looked gli:.stly enough, when I re
leased him. His neck was frightfully torn, but
he got no pity from me. I IhiiiiuI him as I had
his companion iu iniquity, whilo he mainlaincda
moody silence, and she heaped curvs upon the
dog. I hound her apron about his neck, which
was all the surgical aid he got from me. Lion
seemed very well satisfied with the arrange
ments, and lay down in the corner, and watched
them with much calm philosophy.
We remained with them until morning. I can
not say but I enjoyed our triumph as much as
Lion did, as they were certainly old offenders,
which was afterwards proved in" a court of jus
tice. As good fortune would have it, a man pass
ed the next morning, by whom I sent word to
the nearest settlement of what had occurri-d.
liefore ten o'clock, tho offenders were in the
hands of the law. They were conveyed to the
nearest jail,'where they awaited their trial, which
took placu about two months afterwards. Thcy
wcre sentenced to ten years' imprisonment ;
which, all things considered, was not too much,
I believe, if they ever live to get out, they will
kill Lion, should he survive their punishment.
He is still as strong and healthy a dog as you can
find any when. Xu money would tempt me to
part with him. He is now looking quietly iu my
face, .-u I write this. I have hinted to him the
propriety of having his likeness published ill this
sketch; but he shakes his head gravel.v, as much
as to say, ' I don't cans aliont it, master every
worthless puppy has his likeness published uuw-a-days."
(irateful for his past services, I suffer him to
have his own way in this, as iu a great many
matters. Let no one despise the dog, as he is the
only animal who, forsaking his own species, cut
tivates the friendship of man.
tui: swim; ix mr. apple tkgc
Tlie sunbeams come, the sunbeams gn.
The tsiuclis ilnsip centlr oTerj
I bear the breezes uughinz lnw.
Anions the blonmless clover.
.A-swinpng to anil fro, I pass
Through leaves that Autumn dapples.
Anil watrh. npon the fading grass.
The fu!l of russet apples.
I li.ten for the babbling creek
That attrs the noonday qnif t;
Of Summers pine, its quaver apeak.
Of Ha? flowers running riot.
0. lonely rrrek ! your vhallnw brink.
Another Spring will grow theci t
For flowers bloom full sweet, I think.
Where'er the angels sow them.
1 bear, across the meadow Iota,
Tha aheeli-lslls softly tinkle
Thev crop the tender daisy plots.
That frusta begin to wrinkle.
I cannot see one katydid,
Of all that make this wrangle:
I wonder if they haven't hid
Amongst the tore-in-tangle?
A kiildeer rriea above ray head ;
Tbe branch beneath hiiu quirem.
And downward, through tbe sunlight red.
A golden apple sbivtrs.
Mr swing goes np, my swing comes down.
The zephyrs hurry after:
And hope and vouth. trinmphant rrown
Tbe day wild Joj and laughter.
We notice from me retnros from Iierks County,
Pennsylvania, that the old Democratic majority
is aiitinuiiccd six thousand live hundred. Any
thing that goes by the name of Democratic par
ty, has the entire suffrage of the County. The
very name of Republican, instead of lieing
thought the name of the party of the Republic, is
simply not the name Democratic, aud conse
quently is looked npon as something that is go
ing to interfere with it. They imagine that tbe
principles of the present Democratic party, are
those of Jefferson and Jackson, and many "of the
inhabitants of licrks County imagine they are
voting through these elections for Jackson, to
this day. Asa speeimru of the manner ill which
voting is performed there at the present day, wo
revive the following, with the addition, that all
the inspectors of elections are Democratic Ger
mans, always. An inspector of another creed
would never lie allowed to look at the vote.
In the election of 1S3H, at one of the townships
in Iierks County, an American bom man came np
to ote. He banded oneof the inspectors of elec
tion, a fat German, who was smoking a hort
pipe very deliberately, his vote. Tbe German
looked at it, and found that it was not for the
election of Martin Van Bnren, and abruptly tak
ing his pipe from his month, exclaimed:
"Vat is dis!" holding the scrap of paper gin
gerlv between his thumb aud finger "I'at is
"That!" said the opposition voter that .
that's my vote!"
" lint it ish not tbe Dcmygratic vote," said the
"Well, what of that! It is my vote; I don't
want to vote the Democratic ticket," replied the
"Xotvnte the Dcmygratic dickett" said the
German "den von gannot vote to dish blaca at
"But I will vote," said the opposition man; "I
am of age, and have a right to vote whatever
ticket I please."
"Yes, you can votes what dicketsyou Mease,
if you votes de Dcmygratic dicket but if you not
votes da t, yon not votes at all mi t disblace!" and
the voter was rudely elbowed away from the poll,
and was obliged to leave without having his sav
in pulitica,all because he did net "votes the Dctii
ygratic dicket." And this is the way thev vote
in Iierks County, Pennsylvania, until this'day.
. . T1KIXC THE CK.Srm.-si IN "DITCB."
1 A friend of ours relates a number of comical ad
ventures whirh ho met with a few months ago,
while engaged iu taking the census. The follow
ing might serve as a caution to future census-takers
among the duwu-towu imputation. The sceno
was a little oue story brick building, consisting
of two rooms, one of which was used as the par
lor, kitchen, and diuing room, the other as a
work-shop, dog kennel, and hen-roost. Entering '
me nrsr, w im ins uai iu uis uauu am i imhik iiutier
; his arm, our friend repeated the bow that he had
made to a score of other families that morning,
accompanying it with the usual explanation and
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milling A nui I1iii iuc tonsil. villi lill ou
good enough to tell me tbe number of tenants I
there are in your house !" Nearly the whole faiu- !
ilv were at that time in the room. A Ihuiv. '
, wrinkled-tip mail sat by the fire mending a bar- I
I ness; a large, ruddy-faced fian.at.a table, in the
iurmerriiuoi meapnriiueut, was working iinugti,
and used a beer Imttle as a roller; aud five or six
curly-headed nrchius, oi dtemiir, were ruiiuingand
tumbling about over the floor. At the appear
ance of a stranger, there was a general susjieii
sion of operations, and to his question the only'
response was a long stare from every member of
"Will you, sir," said the gentleman, afler a
short silence, addressing himself particularly to
the man who sat near the lire, "will you tell me
the number who hslge in this house!"
"Ich kan nicht English sprechen,'" the man
muttered, and then he cnmiiicuued to sew on his
harness, just us if he had given the question the
" Won't you, madam, be so kind as "
"Xein, nein," exclaimed the woman, interrupt
ing him, as she seized her bottle ami commenced
a furious course of idling over the dough. "Ich
can nicht English spiecheii."
Iu a calm fit of desperation, our friend closed
the book, replaced it under his anil, and with an
internal vision of a long and disagreeable walk in
search of an interpreter, he proceeded towards the
door when, as he laid his hand npon the latch,
oneof the little brats pulled him bactby the coat
"John sprect English," said the urchin, inspired
no doubt by all the wisdom of the family.
Here was the means of overcoming the obstacle,
and our friend turned back with hrigliteued hopes.
"John speaks English well, where is John!
Go and call him. D n it, ran none of you under
stand me! Co o lit .Snus;" and by a great many
pantomimic gesticulations, with a rather lame
dah at Gennau, he managed to make himself un
derstood. The lmy ran out by the back disir, and
soon came back, leading in a stout, gooil-natureil-looking
lad, of about fourteen, all smiles and dirt.
The conversation was carried on fiom this time,
in a rather summary manner. -
"Canyon speak "English !" asked the gentle
man. " l'," answcnsl the boy.
"Ask yonr father how many many there are
who live in this honse."
After a translation of the question to tho har
ness man, and after being instructed in his an
swer, the boy resumed
"Mine fader says, vot for!"
Here the gsutleiuau went on to give a long ex
planation of census-taking, its causes, its object,
and the probable benefits arising from it, which
being explained in full to the couple, it started
them otf on a long and very animated discussion.
At last, the boy received his orders, ami answer
ed "Mine fader says tere ish eight uud riit liallcit
in tcr aiuily."
There was a broad grin on the harness-man's
cnuutcuauccxJjiiscJitUi ((ivWuil commenced
operations ou theTiarni'ss with redoubled energy.
The stout lady seized her bottle" and started a
fresh series of Ktntti' rollilors. whilst the iiiter-
pieter, with a very knowing smile, routinucd j
"Ion mi-, znr, tere isti six in ter vamily soir
iu two or tree weeks mine fador dinks tere will
lie aeroi .'
This iriw counting the chickens! With a silent
apostrophe to the enlightenment of the age, the
gentleman opened his book aud wrote:
"1'eter Ilrocknhoss and Minnie, his wife, have
srrrn children three bovs, three girls, aud one
doubtful." St. Ixiuh Itcctille.
SHE IN DVI.
She is dying hush, she is dying. The sunlight
strcainsthrough the plate glass window, the room
is fragrant with the sweet breath of the South
ern llowcrs large milk-white African lilies ro
ses a nightingale would stoop to worship cape
jessamines, and camellias with their large glossy
Through the open casement steals the faint
musical tinkles of playing fountains; aud the
light-tinted tapestry by rose curtains of em
broidered satin kindled up gorgeous paintings
with halo as bright as a raiubow. It is as if
fresher sunshine were falling earthward on the
bow er of beauty.
The canary sings in his gilded cage her ca
nary; aud the mocking bird raism his clear note
higher and higher ou the pel fumed air.
Why do you clutch your bauds until the nails
draw a rich, rosy blood through the Ihin, quiver
ing skin ! Why do you grind your teeth togeth
er, and hiss lietwcen that one word, hush f It is
a beautiful name, I'm sure; and that lady, with
her head upou your Iwsoni, is as fair as any Visions
of the painter.
Surely nothing could ! purer than that broad
high brow, nothing brighter than those golden
And she loves you, loo! Ah, yes, any one can
read that iu the deep violet eyes, raistsl so ten
derly on yonr owu. 0! that is it; your young
wife loves you.
She linked to yon the existence of an angul,
when sho knelt lieside you at the marriage altar,
and placed her hands iu yours. 1'or twelve long,
golden, sunny months, angel, and other angels,
have been singing to her iu the lung days of this
pleasant June time.
"Hush," yon say, but yon cannot shut out the
anthem notes of heaven from her unsealed cars!
Louder, higher, sound the hymns of the seraphs ;
brighter grows the smile ou your wife's lips.
She whispers: "Dearest, I'm almost home, and
you will coinu by-and-by; I am going to ask God
to bless yon." ilut yon caunot bear it you turn
away, mid big tears gatherjn your eyes.
You had held her ou yonr bosom all day all
night; are you tired! Ilut you cannot answer.
Closer, closer, you clasp tbe slight, fair figure;
painfully you press your lips to the cold brow
Carrie is dead.
What is it to von that the sunshine is bright!
What that its cheerful rays fall on tha broad
land! What is it now now that she can walk
on them no more! Few people knew her, no
vice-president must be chosen to fill her place;
no nation will raise a monument to her memory.
Xo, your year of joy is over.
BruxDOX, Vermont, contains a very singular
natural curiosity, in the shape of a frozen well.
In the falloflSK, Mr. Andrew Trembly, dug a
well upon the sloping ground west of the rail
road, and about a quarter of a mile from the Sta
tion. After penetrating tbe earth fifteen feet be
came to frozen earth, and dug through this
twenty-three feet before etming to water. Tim
well is forty-one feet deep, with three feet depth
of water. The well is stoned up. Near the water
the stones are iiicrusted with ice, and tbe water
has an icy coldness, which it retains some tima
after being drawn. As the weather grows cold
the water of the well congeals, and about the
latter part of November continues sealed until
April. Formerly they had a boy who descended
the well and broke the ice, and thns enabled the
family to obtain water for a longer time. Ilut
since his tearing tbe well has lwen a sealed foun
tain during ttie time stated above, I wo otner
. aIIa tskAscaki tuuan wrw ara Iha asshnwA 1j,hA ntid. salsAftt
thirty vards east and the other some forty varus ! and overweighted from- the first witn the pres
west. "These went through a similar strata of tigeofhis father's glory, and bom to a change-
frozen earth, but contain more water. A well
I sunk abont six roils to the south encountered no
The Detroit rm$ regrets the removal of s
family to Saginaw, whose boy Johnny started
out two years ago by shooting himself. Two
months after he choked himself with a fish-bone.
A few da s after be built a fire in tbe barn and
called oot'tbe steamers. He then swallowed a
top, got run over by an ice-wagon, fell into the
,- ln.t fur threat da va ami firat and bast
he his been a fountain oflocal now whose val -
I ue cannot be estimated on slate four feet square
Kit In the northern gale;
The Summer tresses of the trees are gone.
The wondfl of Autumn all around our vale.
Have put their glory on.
The mountaina that unfold.
In their wide sweep, tho colored landscape ronnd.
sieem groups of giant kings in purple and fa gold.
That guard the encbanteu ground,
X roam the wood that crown '
The upland, where the mingled splendors glow;
Where the gay cotuuanr of trees look down
On tbe green Delil below.
My steps an- not alone
In these bright walks; the aweet south-west, at play,
flies, nestling, where the painted leave are strewn
Along the winding way.
And far in heaven, the while.
The sun. that sunds tbe gale to wanner here,
l'oura out ou the fair earth hLs quiet smile -. '
TLettet of the year " " ,
AVhtre now the solemn shade
Verdure and bloom where many branches meet.
So grateful when the noon of Summer made
The vallers siek with heatf
Let In through all the tree.
Come the strange ras: the forest depths are bright;
Their snnnv-cofored foliage In the breeze.
Twinkles like beams of light.
The rirnlet, late unseen.
Where, flickering through the shrubs, Ita waters run.
sjbincs with the image of its golden screen.
And glunmerings of the sun.
Hut neath yon crimson tree.
Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame,
'or mark. lthin Its roseaui canopy,
Jler blush of maiden shame.
Oh. Autumn! why so soon
llepart tbe hues that make tbe finest glad;
Thy gentle wind, and tbv fair, sunny noon,
And leave the wild anil sad f
Ah! 'twere a l"t tin bleat.
Forever in thy colored shade to stray; ,
Amid tbe kisses of the soft south-west.
To roam and dream for aye;
And leave the vain, low strife
That makes men mad; the tug for wealth and power:
The iKwisions and the care that wither life,
Aud waste the little hour.
The Ilante Place m Daniel M'eWter.
Correspondence X. A. Tribune.
Staxmsii IIiiisk. Iii'Mit'itr, July 27.
An excursion, hnwccr beautiful, is not always
its own excuse for being, but requires an objec
tive purpiiM". Most of us, also, have an instinct
to see with our own eyes, and in our own way,
localities which pen and pencil may often have
descrilHil; to catch their spiritual atmosiihere
by actual inhalation of the winds that hover
about theiu. l'roiii a iloublu motive I have thus
been led tit visit the almost forgotten home of
that large-mohleil statesman who, more than all
his compeers, was tho nation's pride and sorrow;
that best-beloved, adopted son of Massachusetts,
ilium whom sho lavished her heart, her loyalty,
and her treasure, freeley and niiregretfully. to
the very hist. She could not else, as a mother
cherishing him iu his strength and weakness;
and, though she might nut follow him when he
left the path where he himself had guided her. it
was tenderly, and with no averted eyes, that she
laid him in his homestead sepulchcr, and con
secrated it thenceforth to the possession of those
who inherited his blood and name.
A translucent July' morning beaconed me iqioii
my pilgrimage to the historic downs of Marsh
field. Whu, going thither, would follow weary
miles of dusty turnpike, when the bine ocean
could Iiear him to its very bonier by the same nn
fiiir.iwi'rtliatll wbicll Wetrilcrliifeil tolnlio'ittiooo
the bay, along the winding inlet, and up the
rc"ily river whose sedges seem to murmur of him
And so, ou tins "sheeny summer moni,
The tide of time flowed hnefc with me.
The forward flowing tide of time,"
as, in company of an eagcr-ejrd American lmy
whose possibilities of life are all before him. I
pushed my shallop from the lieach, and with the
wind abaft, soon was gliding over the flats and
headed for the Clark's Island channel that en
ters Duxbiiry Bay. A clear, fuirsky and steady,
favoring briTze. Look over the gunwale aud see
all the marvels of Eden glimmering lieneath!
"Sea-fan and tangle, the blooms and palms of
the ocean," with pointed fuathery plumage com
pact of gorgeous dyes, bend slowly to the current
like a wind-kissed tropical forest under the
waves: and in open, rock-strewn places, the star
fish, mussel shells and cockles have a prismatic
mingled lieanty, and even the huge, ungainly
sculpins nosing among them so hideous above'
seas are here iu sinuous keeping, aud renew for
us the lesson that
Tbere is In nature nothing mean or base,
Itut only aa our baseness makes ft so.
On our right, the waters aliout the Gurnet are
so placid that you wonder how the ship-channel
can rage so wildly there in a stormy time. Long
fellow mnst have made close study, whether iu
his library or on the spot itself, of the scene nf
his Old Colony hexameters. His topography, is,
everywhere very correct, and yon can here plain
ly see how the Mayflower
"sailed from the harbor,
Ibiundnl the point of the Gurnet, sad leaving far the
Island and cape of sand, anil the Fifldof the First En
counter. Took tho wind on hr quaater, and stood for the open
"TheGiiroctis'aiiaimfso resonant and dis
tinctive that I have ,beeu moved ,to ask of its
orign, and have askcd'iii vain obsenrity of lo
cal tradition prevailing here as elsewhere. After
all it seems to be derived from the toad-headisl
fish which I have mentioned. Turning to tbe
Unabridged, I find that the gnniet is a homy
headed species, found along tha Devon coast,
England, whence came the pilgrim sires. The
old fishermen hereabout tell me that sculpius
often were called "gurneys" until within a score
of years. Great numbers am caught around tho
point in question, and I doubt not that the ex
plorers, mistaking theiu for their Euglisli cous
ins, gave their name to tht headland whose wa
ters arc their liannt.
Bnt we have crossed the bay, steering throngh
the guzzle of the shoal, npon which the current
is roaring, even in this calm weather, like the
crack of doom. We beed it not,, bnt shoot like
Argo between tks jostling rocks, ami iu a mo
ment are under the ,Ice of Saquish, anil have, a
flood tide to help us over the shallows and np the
tortuous channel still Isjfure our prow. Wo
speed past Duxbiiry; " scattered houses of
Marshfield break into view; whiU our hat, flit
ting over submerged low-lands, enters Cut river
a passage open to tbe tide, liatf creek, half
canal, by which going northward yon can reach
Green's "river, and thence agaiu the ocean above
the glorious Marhtirld beach. Winding np this
salty stream, on either side, of n lie Isittom
lands, where in the fall all kinds of marine fowl
are wont to congregate or fly over withiu the
sportsman's range. Beyond them, far aa the eya
can see, are the woods, downs, ami wind-swept
wafers, that constantly aflorded Webster tha
chase of wing and fin and all tbe zest of out-door'
life so essential to hi vigorous, primeval nature.
Bat we are opposite the wooded hammockrwbere
(he French cable lauds, aud can sae the barracks
of the officials who have, the ria-Atlantic-sfation
in charge. Tlie County map shows that at a
lonely bridge liefore n is a good place to let
down sail and fasten painter; so, taking to our
feet, we find ourselves np meadow-road, lined,
with blackberry bushes, alder and sweet fern,
with but a mile's walk yet further to the Wab
In a few minute w reach a straggling, ga
bled farm-house, painted white, to which laadsa
shadded bv-walk; it was the residence of the late
Col. Fletcher Webster, the statesman's last survi-ino-
son who, was killed at the second Ball Run
fight a man of brilliant parts, but handicapped
fnl .r...i.Tii.r somewhat uuruoaele lira. He
died for his country in the end; and he who has
fulfilled that Spartan ambilition never yet baa
lived in vain. The iniliala"D.V.," deeply gra
ven in a poplar nearthe gaUway.catcb the quick
eve of mvhor. who asks if tbe crest Mr. Web
ster cut them. 'o; thuae latter are done in
sprawling, boyish stjle.most Iiteiy Dy vaniei.
Fletcher Webater' son, on whom were fastened
tbe hopes and name of the grandfather, bat who
died some years ago, in sorrow and olawnrity, af
ter a liner, nnresuui ssannoua. aw, vrayuo
i - likene, as a youth of eight yc nine ammers,
hang in the parlor at Marshfield an, exqoi-
sitety-chiseled, girlish face, classical ill lieanty,
but with something, I know not what, of pas
sionate weakness aboul the month and chin.
The Fletcher-Webster plave has passed into
strange hands, and is sadly neglected. The hed
ges have run to waste, and the thicket near tho
entrance is like the copse that hid the Sleeping
1'alace during a lateii iiunureii tears. e turned
away and followed the road through an open far
ming region, with houses few aud far between,
but lined with fragrant hay fields, and affording
here and then glimpses of ocean to make us less
forlorn. Suddenly we came upon a noble herd of
cattle, ranging a twenty-acre lot; some two
score head ill all, mostly cons of mingled breed,
but with four great oxen towering alsivo tbe rest
high shouldered behemoths of tha field, sprung,
it must lie, from the loins of Webster's favorite
bulls. There was something heroic about these
monsters sacred to He! ion, it seemed, and facing
the rout winila "dliiiugulsheilj'as one of Ho
mer's pupils sang, "amidst all the trail-foot kiue."
So many, descendants of tha cattle whose breath
was grateful to the fanner statesman, whose
flank he loved to fondle, yet remain, and others
of the same stock are to be found ou certain of
the neighboring farms. Beyond tbe pasture of
these Augean warders we enter a narrow, win
ding road leading up to the centre of the Web
ster domain, and pass between two noteworthy
houses one on tha right, a brown, nindemisli
residence, with trees in frout, from whose bran
ches lazy, foreign-looking gentlemen are swing
ing in hammocks, is Hie abode of Miss l'hillips,
our f.ivorito American contralto; the Azucrna
could find no nmrc sequestered sMit on which to
pass Bohemian days; thu weather-beatrn, red
dish farm-house ou the left is the venerable Win
slow homestead, held through many generations
by descendants of the famous Governor, who se
cured his freehold here. A furlong mora and we
are at another gateway, flanked with rough, low'
masonry, the entrance to the Webster Place, and
may pass at will and saunter along the carriage
path to the mansion disir.
The lawn, ou either side, rises in knolls here
and there, and, interspersed with spreading,
isolated trees, is bare offences, and resembles au
English manor-lot. The avenue, also, is over
hung with shade trees, among which arc Iieccb,
tamarack, poplar, fir, cedar, maple, oak, in fact,
almost every species known to tho northern
woods. The path is nicely rolled, and we are
pleased to obscrva that the approach is generally
in wholesome order. The mansion a long, low,
rosss-roofed, wooden pile has been so often pic
tured that 1 iieed only speak of it as owing its
nttrartivenes to an apearaiice of having grown,
foot after foot, by alteration from some old buil
ding, and of not having been uiado bran-new and
at ourv; to the long piazzas, where roses and
the Virginia rrccper wander at will; to its peaked
gables; lastly, to the indefinite feeling one de
rives from it, that here has Wen a sturdy pres
ence of manhood iu the past, tinu- gone forever,
but leaving its sitent individuality stamped
ii'siti the less transitory inanimate objects which
surrounded it. "We are what suns and winds
and waters make us;" but here nature is as We.li
ster transformed it. The house grew with him;
the trees, except the "Peregrine whito apple
tree" and the famous elm, were planted by his
baud; and the rolling acres, the unbroken lawn,
arn the impress and reflection of the man him
self. The elm, under which Mr. Webster used to
place his chair, and was painted sitting in it in
country farmer's garb, differs from any specimen
of Xew England's royal tree that I have over
seen. 1 he trunk is of tlie largost, but the limbs
shoot out not far aliore the ground, and, wheth
er by art or nature, are lained to cover a circle
of oue huudred feet in diameter, drooping low,
o that tba tree casts, u, shallow beyoud that of
any vtiudsor oak, and en houses you like a ban
yan. The great limb has yielded to a recent
blast, and touches the ground, with leaves still
green nivoii it. As if a servitor, smitten in de
feuse of the mansion, has sunk his wounded limb
to earth, the tree still holds its head proudly,
and wards off the tempest's onset with its un
The present inmates of tho house are Mrs.
Fletcher Webster; her son Ashburton, a young
maa of twenty-five years; her daughter, Caro
line, who is married to Mr. James Guides Day of
Xew York and with her husband resides here on
fho family estate. Mr. Day is a lawyer, bnt at
present devotes his time chiefly to the rare of tho
farm and grounds, and for keening the latter iu
order is said to possess the qualifications of a
taste lor art ami landscape gardening, llie in
ferior of the house is kept precisely as the dying
statesman left it. I chanced to visit it as a pri
vate guest, and to such its hospitalities are gener
ously extended in a public way, and as the lives
and recnnl of the few surviving member of tho
family constantly form tho topic, not only of lo
cal gossip, but of much printed criticism, wherein
the inevitable moral of genealogical decadence is
none too declirately drawn, I neither am inclined
nor iKimulcn to rejieat such hearsay. liatber let
met iu another letter speak to your readers of
the varying impressions made noon my own mind
during a pleasant flitting visit to Marshfield,
wtiere I was tlie recipient of iiniiiing lint cour
tesy, and, for one, saw nothing that conhl jsr
u non the feelings of the most reverent worshiiier
of a great man's fame. E. C. S.
ia ii i
AffECSOTBM OF PCBI.IC EI.
nv COI J. W. FOIWF.Y.
Premature death is always sad. Tho fall of a
brave, bright spirit, as we perhaps, profanely
phrase it, "before his time," awaken a shaqier
Iiain than when the riie fruit drops of itself, or is
iimlly gathered in. Douglas died when million
who wonld once haTe lieen glad of his death
prayed that he might live ; died whan his brain
would havo lieen a treasure t his conntry. Hen
ry Winter Davis passed away in tbe flnsh and
prime of his usefulness. The Rnpert of debate,
the Kienzi of the people, tbe model of manly'
lieanty yet he faded out at tbe moment when
be was cuing tne heart and eyes or men. I
hare two or three snch precious memories of. my
own memories that can never die; memories
that never awaken bnt to stir every fibre and to
start every, throb. Oh! what a career was clos
ed to them by the sudden shutting of the vital
gates. How splendidly were they equipped for
the race ! They were armed personally and men
tally; they loved life; they inspired love in oth
ers; they raveled in books and iu society; thay
were fired by ambition. And they are gone, as
ntterly forgotten by the mas who flattered and
followed them a if they bad never existed. But
to me thay are deathless:
Tbe loveliest of their race,
nioe grassy tomb mv sorrows steep ;
Wboaa worth my aoal delight to trace i
Tboae very to 'n sweet to weep.
It is only a few week since I sat with my old
friend. Simeon M. Johnson, at Delmonico's, in
Xaw York. Johnson was a rare man. He read
lunch,, aud remembered what he read; be hail
seen much, and knew how to describe what be
hail seen with eloqnent tongue and ready pen.
He was so kind ami genial that yon felt aa if he
must live to a great age. There are some men
who so entirely absorb you that when tbey die
yon "cannot make them dead." As with John
son, when I saw that he was goni so with onr
dear friend James II. Oroe, whom we carried into
his vault one icy afternoon last Deeemlier; and
sn, tti, with William S. Huntington, whom yon
Washington people are inst now mourning. I
can see Ome now at tbe head of his dinner-table,
or in his own parlors, or on Chestnnt street, or in
his business house the air, the Iwaritig, the tone
of a gentleman; graceful, unselfish, polite, prac
tical, audi "cannot make hiui dead." I think
it was two weeks ago this very Snnday that I
was passing by the new Club House, on Xew
1 York avenue, Washington City, with some
. friends, when Mr. Huntington saw ns, came out
on tbe stens. invited ns ill. showed ns thmngh
the establishment, and asked ns to enroll our
tames. He was most courteous, and though not
robust, seemed cheery and bopefnl. He describ
ed to me hi trip to St. Petersburg. Knssia, and
lock; bow many days it consumed; how much
he hail seen in his meteor flight, Ac. Ill face
was always one of singular interest to me; it
classic outline indicated brain of the highest or
der; bis whole liearing was dUtiijue. And now
he is gone, at thirty-one. Even on the thresh
old of an earthly future, crowded with bones and
honors, he is suddenly introduced into the mys
teries of another world.
si 111 ta
BcWAKEof little expenses; a small leak wul
sink a 'great ship.
rirr xg ix nv t.trrt.v. dkd.
ST I'EVTFK SMIT1U
O. liinlie. J ani tired now,
I do not care to hear Jim sing:
You've sung jour happy soncs all liav.
Now put your head beneath your wing.
I'm steepv. toil, as I can lie
Ami, sister, when my prater Is said,
I want to lay me down and rest ;
Si, put mo la my tittle UsL
ClIORt's. Come. sUter. come, kiss me (MHstXightl
For I my evening prayer hare saldt
I'm tired now, and sieepv. tou;
Come, put me in my little beiL
O. sister! what did mother say.
When she was railed to heaven away?
She told me alaays to lie goisL
And never, never go astray.
I can't forget the ilar she died.
She placed her hand iimiu my head.
She whispered softie: " Keep mv child""
J And then they vil'd utrane wasft-o'll-V
Cuoil's. Come, sister, come, kiss me, A.C.
Dear alater. come and hear my prayer,
Xow. rn I lay me do n to sleep.
Within my lleaneulr Father's esre.
While angefs bright tlirir vigils keept
And let me ask of Him atsire.
To keep mv soul In luitbs of right
Oh! let me thank Him for Hi hive.
Kre I atull say my Ust pssl uigbt !
CllOal's. Come, slater, come, kfss me, Ac.
THE DEAD yi..V THAI.Sf.
Hpirita Rnsming the I.as-amallve.
The "Old Colony Memorial,:' published at Plyra-i
outh, narrates au incident which i sufficiently,
marvelous to please the most ardent believers in
"signs and wonders." It states, as a matter of
common notoriety in Plymouth, that during thu
last Summer months, between 3 and 4 p'ebick iu,,
the morning, tliare was regularly and distinctly'
heard upou the railroad the whistle as of an' ap
proaching train. As it was well known, however;
tliat no train had passed over the road at such a
time in the morning, four gentlemen at tho Sara
oset House determined to investigate the mys
tery. Accordingly, unknown to any one, they
one morning aliout 2 o'clock, stationed themselves
on the track, about a mile from town, and await
ed the arrival of the supernatural visitor. They
did not wait long, nor wait iu vain, for immedi
ately they distinctly heard, far off in the north,
the sound of a railway whistle, and presently
"distant clatter of wheels was beanl louder,
nearer, nearer still it came thoclick of the rails
in their chairs; the rush of steam was as plain in
their cars as if the lantern glared liefore them
the shriek of a demon whistle close at hand madft
them leap from the track as the train thundered
down the grade the hot breath of the tututing
steed was in their very face as it passed as tho
unearthly acrram ceased, they beanl the brake
men screwing the brakes, the tinkle of the bell
and a sound of meeting ears, as if the invisible
spectre monster of tho road had reached his jour
About a mouth since, sayslio Memorial, one of
the watchers visited a spirit circle iu Boetou,
where be was an en tire stranger to all present, save
one to whom he had never revealed the summer
incident, when the engineer of the spectral train
held spiritual cativcrsa with the astonished com
pany. A protracted sitting was suddenly brought
to a close by the communicating spirit announc
ing that be mnst go.
" Where, and for what f" some one enquired.
"To mil the train," was the prompt reply.
The sitters looked each U)Min the other, and
"what train 1" was the universal exclamation.
"The Old Colony train," was the reply. . "
"Do yon mean for lis to understand that at this
hour of the night a train of cars passes over that
Tliere was a long pause. Slowly and delilier
ately, as if making no coiumnti revelation, tho1
ami of the unsliiim moved at last, and the lienril
wrote these wonls: "In lifn I was au engineer
iimiii that road. At statist intervals, a train tin-,
seen of mortal eyes, takes the spirits of pions dead
to the Pilgrim homo they consecrated by their
lives. Mr. , who is with yon, will say wheth
er ho has ever heard or known anght of that
train. It is not for mortals to know more.".
The Memorial vouches for the tnith of this
wonderful narrative. It is a little singular, we
will simply hint, that spirits who can enter rooms
with closed doors, and who are over present at
tha call of mediums, should require a train of cars
to transport them to Plymouth! Bottom Jotrnal.
The ChlMrraass)h niaiaa
If the Spirit of Evil has not gone into the bn
i n ess of publishing children's books, he certainly
has taken a lieu upou it. The condemnations
which were heaped uiKin the ancient form of
novel, apply in full force to the majority of what
lokscllcrs class as "juvenile" stories! They
give false views of life, aa when beys of 14 ran
away from school, make off with a sail-boat, ami
reap the rewards of their high spirit in Summer i
crnises with unending bills of fare and miracu
lous gisWl fortune in the shops of buried treasure'
at the end. By some moral sleight of hand, tlieaoJ
boys prove always in the right, their judgment?
surpassing that of parents, teachers, and tha in
ferior clxss known as their elders generally. They
are likewise models of chivalry and truth, and
specimens of high politeness, except in their
speech, which is a sort of lame slang several de
grees worse than boys of themselves would In
vent if it were not for the aid of these Snnuay'
school novelettes. Tlie manners of the ehlMren
in these Itooks are uniformly underbred, and
there is little choice between the prigs aud, .the,
scapegrace as far as character' is concerned.'
Children do not wa'ut their self-eonscionsnen
cultivated by reading constantly about scene tit
the play-ground and. exploits of those of; their
own age. Tha Is-st Imoks for grown people tr,
read are the best for children. The "Sketehi
Book" and "Waverley" weave their spell ujot
powerfully about the mind of childhood.
TllK Cleveland tmim- describes) the Bergh Pal
ace Hog Car: "When the twine wish to slumber
they blow a whistle nude from .the .tail of a
brotherwho haa gone liefore, the conductor en
ter anil conduct them to a hot Rnsman loth in
the rear end of the car, after which tbey arc rnu
bed dowu with rough towel, a lunch of old hooUt
and ice cream furnished. Not a sqneal m ever,
heard on these cars, nothing bnt grnirt of satis
faotion, and a skillod musician pnta in from ttlsu
teen ta twenty-fbnr hours a day playing ou a
cottago organ, and singing snch ballad a the
!!fSm at Mau'The Watch on the Bhme
tv ben tbe Pig Come Home," etc-, ate. In fact,
life is one perpetual bolidav on the bog trains
until they arnve within a few mile of JUtrsey
City. when tbe train is stopped, a steam fire en
gine throws a stream of chloroform into each car,
and the inmates sink into a alumlier from which
they do not awaken in this world or trichina,
butcher-knives, smoked ham, head-cheese and
TllK Ticbliome case wilt at least have the mer
it of giving lawyers a remarkable illustration of
the fallibility of hnman testimony. The-would-be
baronet was supported in hi claim lj( JAu
own evidence and the oaths of 73 witnesses. er,.
, prising- Lady Ticbbom. the family solieitofct
lian.iief, fi magistrates, 1 general, .1 enloneuV 1 '
j major, 2 captains, Knon-enmmMIoii'eil officers'
, and privates, 4 clergymen, 7 tenant of the estate,
1G servant of the family, and 12 general wlt
j nesses, who swore to has identity. . .On the other
I hand, 17 witnesses deilied his claim, bnt the evi
dence of less than fiinrof them plainly snSeeil to
I convict the jury that the claimant's ease' -was
liaseil entirely upon false or at least mistaken tes
j Tih:i:k is a lone grave ou the southern end of
I Fisher's Island, Xew London, Conueticnt, marked
by a slab of freestone, on which is the following
inscription: "Heretics tbe body of Ker. tfcuDBet
, PieriH,'-'ti pastor of first church in Lyme, sun of
i u. w. u. -mj. Jaiuni i leipuiifc. a ,icw iu"venv
, who was lira Dee. 30, 1700, and ilrowu'd starch
l.i, itci, 13, passing Connecticut nver, above
Hay bnwk. ferry, anil 24th of April, 1723, was (head
A medal of tlxf time of Charles I of England,
was recently eold in London, at auctios, for $1,
723. It represent the bust of the king, barehead
ed, with long hair, aud wearing a Van Dyke col
lar. It is stated to be tlie loeilsl given as a sonv
euir by the monarch to Bishop Jnxou a few mo
meuU before hi execution off" the' scaffold at
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