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SOL. HILLEB, EDITOR ASH PUBLISHER. )
THE CONSTITUTION AND THE UNION.
VOLUME XVH-NUMBER 50.1
TERMS-$2.00 PER ANNUM, IN ADVANCE.
TROY, KANSAS, THURSDAY, JUNE 4, 1874.
0OIXO THEOUGH THE BYE.
BT XU. L. A. M'GAFTXr.
A bine Jane mky bent or the world,
Ttie Summer wlnda were blowing.
And omiI doad-abadows swept mcruM
The meadows ripe fr roowlnj.
"When, from a mazy thicket green,
A minstrel piped, himself unseen.
And, from the happy songster's throat,'
Gashed une unrsryfnp liquid note:
-Bob-e-llnk, o-llut, .villi k-om.
My life ts imfd la tb day.
As calm as Sumner tceatt,
.Xar hritt nor depth g&Te one false shade,
Xrutie dlscordsut moties.
As, blithe of thought and fetJlDj. I
Went throurh the waiing field of rye.
And parted its green stems, to see
Where might the cmuing singer be.
Who iue, with such anbuunded glee,
Bob-o-link, o-Hnk, o-l ink-am,
Toll Mn I wpled blm where he sat
Upon a leaf j cherry;
A wild hop plajed bojieep, bo-peep-Was
erer wight so merrj I
Two bbclcblnls chattered on a limb.
And cast four envious ejesat him.
The wild clematis drooped her bead;
"111 die for love.? was all she said.
TVUb Doisrless Mt-p, I crept anlgh;
JVliore me flowed the rippling rye;
While high and clear my charmer trilled.
And all the listening June air tilled
With bWIInk, o-link, o-IiaW-um.
In airy ecstasy be swung.
As figiit as any feather.
For be was drunk for very joy
Of sons and Summer weather.
According with his joons strain,
Tbeouth iad breathed alow refrain,
Sobbed to sweet death, and sighed again.
Inwn the borf ton's crystal wall.
The fabled river seemed to fall
That river of the cods, some rati.
Cloud tiaricA, with white sail unfurled.
Anchored above a silent world.
Casting Icng shadows ou the era.
Through which the trembling winds did pass.
From hazel nook, the catbird's croon
Kept rhythmic cadence to the tune
Of morning sweeping on to noon.
A flsuljog goddeaa, riMe in hand,
At Sstmrnra ttpeo door did stand.
And clover scented all the land;
While clear and high ray charmer trilled.
And all the listening June air filled
With bob-oUnk, o-link, o-Iink-um,
Of Summer deeps, brimful of peace!
O. weilth of Snmmer beauty
I drained your chalice Ions ago.
And found that cold word, dutr.
So hard to learn, mi sweet to know;
Yet. looking o'er that long ago.
On some such lonesome day as this.
T would give me buck tuiHtinteU blU,
To see again that rustling rye,
Ueiteath another ruatcbleHS sky.
And bear again, from carr-frt throat.
The ibi wtiful gladncKH of that note,
liob-u-Unk, n-Iink, o-link-uni,
11T VTILLIAU ALUXCHAil.
O, spirit of the Summer time!
Bring back the ir tit the dell;
The swallow from her dUtaut clime.
The honey bee from drowsy cell.
Uring back the friendship of the nun;
The gilded evtuing, calm and LiUv.
ivben many children homeward run.
And ieepiug stars bid lot trs wait.
Tiring back the singing, and the cent
Of meadow lands t dtrwy prime;
O, bring again my heart's rout cut,
1 boa Hpirit uf the Sauimer time!
OF THE REVOLUTION.
BY UKOKGE LH'PAItD.
It was ill tlie time when a hand of Rebels sat
in CarjH-nterV Hall, when the smoke of Lexiug
tun anil Hunker Hill wan yet in Hie sky, ami the
nndried blood uf Warren anil all the martyrs
was yet upon the ground it was in thin time,
in the Mood-ret! dawn of tmr Revolution, that a
scene of Mime interest took place in the city of
Look yonder, and lieliold that solitary lamp,
Hinging its dim light through the shadows of a
neatly furnished room.
Grouped around tha tabic, the glow of the
lamp pouring full in their faces, are four nersous
a Boston Lawyer, a Philadelphia Printer, a
Philadelphia Uiictor, and a Virginia Planter.
Come with me to that ImirH rtMim Let ns seat
ourselves there. Let lis look into the faces of
these men that man with the Bold limw and
resolute look, is one John Adams, from Boston;
next to liim sits the calni-f.it-rl Benjamin Hush ;
there yon see the maiked fare of the Printer,
one Benjamin Franklin; and last of all, your eye
rests uiKin a man distinguished above all others
by bis height, the tioblenuiliues of his form, and
the solemn dignity of bis brow. That man is
named Washington one Sir. George Washing
ton, from Mount Vernon.
And the men are all members of the Rebel
Congress. They have met here to talk over the
affairs of their country. Their conversation is
deep-toned cautions bnrried. Everyman seems
afraid to give utterance to the thoughts of his
Confiscation the gibbet the axe! These
have been the reward of brave men before now,
who dared apeak treason against his Majesty by
the grace of God. Therefore, is the conversation,
of the four patriots burdened with restraint and
They talk of Bunker Hill, of Lexington, of the
bloodthirsty British Ministry, of the weak aud
merciless British King.
Then, from the lips of, Franklin, comes the
great qnestiou Where is this war to end f Are
wc fighting only for a chance in the British
Ministry f Or-or for the Independeueaof our
native land f
There is silence in that room.
"Washington, Adams, Bush, all look into each
other' faces, and are silent.
Bound to England by ties of ancestry lan
guage religion the very idea of separation
from her seems blasphemy.
YesJ with their towns burnt, their people mur
dered Bunker Hill' smoking there, Lexington
bleeding yonder still, these colonists cling to
the name of England, still shudder at the big
word that chokes their utterance to speak Ik
DErF.SDXKCE. f At this nioment, while all is still, a visitor is
'announced. A mau somewhat Vhort in stature,
clad in a coat of faded brown. He takes his seat
at the table, and is introduced to these geutle
men Ty Franklin, and then informed of the topic
tinder discussion. "Look upon his brow, his
flashing eye, as in earnest words he pours forth
Washington, Adams, Bnsb, Frankliu, all are
nusbttd into silence. At first, the man in the
brown coat startles, horrifies them with bis po
But as he goes on, as his broad, solid brow
warms with6re, as hiseye flashes the full light
those great-sonled-inen encircling him on the
other, John Adams, Benjamin Rush, Benjamin
Franklin! Their gl-uming eves shine with one
soul, and read on the great cloud of the future,
this oue word INDEPENDENCE!
Let this scene pass: let us follow this mau in
the brown coat through the year 1775.
The day after this scene, that modest Virginia
.Planter, George Washington, was named Cotn-inander-iu-Chirf
of the Continental Army.
And in the Summer days of 75, that man in
the brown coat wa seen walkinc mi ami itn.rr,
in front of the old State House, his great fore
bead shone in full sunlight, while, with his hand
placed behind his back, he went slowly along
the pavement. Then he Woufil harry to tiis lone
ly garret, seize the quill, and write dowu the
deep thoughts of his brain.
TTTue" forth again for a walk in the State
House Square mi anil down nnnVr thn... .,1.1
'trees, he wanders all the afternoon at nirdit
wiere is a light burning all night, till break of
Let us look in that garret window what see
A rude and neglected room a man short in
Mature sitting beside an old table, with scatter
ed sheets of paper all about him the light of
the iitismiffed caudle ilium his brow that uu
failiug quill in his hand!
Ah! my friends, you may talk to me of the
sublimity of your battles, whose poetry is bones
and kiill,.whfie glories are like the trophies of
the butcher's (.humbles but for me, there is no
battle so awfully sublime as oue like this, now
lieing fought before your eyes.
A poor, neglected author sitting iu his garret
i iic urm, poverty, time, space, all torgntteu
ns with his soul kindled into one steady blaze,
be plies that fast moving quill. That quill
writes down wolds on paper, which shall burn
into the brains of Kings words like arrows,
winged with lire and pointed with vitriol.
Goon, brave author, hitting in your garret,
alone at this dead hour l-ii on on tbrmmli tl...
Mileut watches of the night, ant! God' blessings
lall like ureezes ol June upon your cla.np brow.
Go ou, in the name of God and man, for you are
writing the thoughts of a nation into birth.
Ftir many days, in'thejear 1775, was that man
in the brown coat keen waiting up and down
me ctaic House square. 1 lie proud Tory pass
til by him with scorn. Yet he was thinking
great thoughts, which would eat away the
throne of that. Tory's King! The Torv, the vul
gar rich man, the small dog in office, passetl him
by with ciirn; hut men of genius took him by
the arm, and called him nuuTUKIt. Look yon
der! There iu a lonely garret, night after night,
biiin that solitary lamp, burns, aud burns on.
till break of day. '
At la.st, the work is done. At last, grappling
the loose Mieets iu his ticmbling hands tremb
ling because feverish from the toil of the brain
he rushes forth one morning. His hook is writ
ten; it now must be printed scattered to the
homes of America. But not one printer will
touch the book, not a publisher but grows pale
at the sight of those dingy pages. Because it
ridicules the British Monarchy; because it
speaks out, in plain words, that nothing now re
mains to be done but to declare the New World
free and independent.
This shacks the trembling printers tonch
Mich a. mess of treasonable slntr never! But at
last, a printer is found. a ImiM Scotchman, nam
ed Bobert Bell! Write that name on your hearts,
those loose pages into types, ami on the 1st of
January. 1776. Common- Si:xse burst upon the
people of the Srw Worltl like a prophecy !
YeS. that honk burst oil the be:irtn mill linniM
of America, like light from Heaven.
liisreaiinr the .Mechanical his henrli- th
Merchant :it histlesk; thu Preacher iu his pnl
pit reads it to his people, and xcatttT its great
truths with the teachings of Revelation.
'It burst from the press," says the great Dr.
Ifnsh, "withan effect which ha-s'been rarely pro
duced by types or paper, in any age or country!"
IJamsay, iu his History of the Revolution, a'nd
his brother historian, Gordon, solemnly state the
fact that this hook was a most important cause
of the separation from the Mother country.
Thomas Jefferson, Joel Barlow, George Wash
ington, unite in their praises of this work. Long
after its publication, Jefferson seut a Govern
ment ship to bring the author homo from
France; Washington invited him to the shelter
of his own home; Barlow described him, yes, tho
mau in the brown ei at, as "one of the most be
nevolent and disinterested of mankind: endow
ed with the clearest perception, an micnnimnn
hhare of original genius, and the greatest breadth
In August, 1785, after the battle was fought
and the empire established. Congress, in a sol
emn resolution, stamped the author of Common
Sense with their approbation, as one of the
greatest of the great men of the Revolution.
This Ixmk was the cause and forerunner of the
Declaration of Independence.
Iu this hook, for the first time, were written
these great words: "Tie Free and Independent
State of America .'"
Let ns follow this man in the brown coat
through the scenes of the Revolution.
In the full prime of early manhood, he joined
the army of the Revolution; he shared the crust
and the cold with Washington and his men he
is with those brave soldiers on the toilsome
march, with them by the camp-fire, with them
iu the hour of battle!
Why is he with them!
Is the day dark has the battle been bloody
dn the American soldiers despair! Hark! that
printing press yonder, which moves with the
American camp in all its wanderings, is scatter
ing pamphlets through the ranks of the army.
Pamphlets written by the Author-Soldier:
written sometimes ou the head of a drum or by
the midnight fire, or amid the corses of the
dead. Pamphlets that stamp great hopes and
greater truths, in plain words, upou the hearts
of the Continental Army.
Tell me, was not that a sublime sight, to see a
man of genius, who might have shone as an or
ator, a poet, a novelist, following, with untirirg
devotion, the blood-stamped footsteps of the
Continental Army f
Yes, in the dark davs of "76. when the soldiers
of Washington tracked their footsteps on the
soil of Trenton, in the snows of Princeton, there,
first among the heroes and patriots, there, un
flinching in the hour of defeat, writing the "Cri
sis" by the light of the camp-fire, was the Author-Hero
of the Revolution.
Yes, we will look into the half-clad ranks of
Washington's Army; we will behold each corpo
ral surrounded by a group of soldiers, as he
reads aloud the pamphlets of the Anthor-Sol-dier.
What hope, what joy, what energy gleams
over the veteran faces, as words like these break
on the frosty air:
"These are the times that fry men's souls.
The Summer soldier aud the snnshine patriot
will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of
his country; but he that stands now, deserves
the love and thanks of men and women. Ty
ranny, like hell, is not easily conquered, yet we
have this consolation with ns, that the harder
the conflict, the more glorious the trinmph."
Do not words like tbesn stir up the blood f
Yet can yon imagine their effect, when read to
the groups of starved and bleeding soldiers, by
the red watch-fire, in the cold air of the Winter
Snch words as thrse stirred up the starved
Continentals to the attack ou Trenton; aud
there, in the dawn of that Morions mornine.
Georgo Washington, standing sword in hand
WHOLE NUMBEB, 882.
Come with me to that Long Island Shore
come with me. to the farm of New Bochelle,
where an old man is dyiug!
Let us enter this rude and neilected room.
There, on yonder bed, with the Jnne breez ob,
it is sweet with the perfume of land and ocean
with the June breeze blowing softly through
the open window with gleams of June sunlight
upon Ins brow there, propped up by pillows,
oil i the death-bed, sits an old mail.
That form is shruck that face stamped with
the big wrinkles of ajre and alcohol yet the
brow still looms out. a tbwerof thought; the
eye still glares from that wreck of a face glares
He is dying. Death in thejrembling hands
death lh the brightening ryes death iu every
bead of sweat upon the brow.
Mid who is here to comfort that old man T
Wife, child f Ah, none of these are here! No
softly-whispered voice speaks love to the passing
soul no kind and tender hand puts back the
grey hair from the damp brow.
Yet still that old man sits there against the
pillow, silent, calm, firm.
Softly blow the June breezes softly pours
the sunlight sunlight and breezes, he is abont
to leave forever, and yet he is firm.
Oh, tell me, my friends, why does this death
room seem so awfully still and desolate t
It is not so mnch because there is no wife, no
child here uot because there is no kind hand to
smooth back the grey hairs from the damp brow
but, O, Father of souls
Here iu this still room, with its poor furniture,
its stray sunlight, and its Summer breeze
here, in this still room, there is no mildly-beautiful
face of Jksus, the Redeemer, to look upon
the old man, to gleam beside bis bed, to smile
Immortality in his glazing eyes.
luis makes the mom so awtnlly still and des
olate. There is no Jr.sfs here!
Yes, without a word of recantation ou his lip
firm to bis faith one God, and no Jnsus firm
.to his stoical creed, which is all reason ami no
faith, the old man, Thomas Paine, picks at the
coverlid, and takes death calmly by the hand.
Now look in this dread hour two men como
forward, a Doctor nnd a Preacher. What is
their mission here! Do they take the old man's
hands within their own, aud chafe away the
death-chill ! Oh, no!
While ouo has note and pencil in hand, the
other leans over the bed. Don't you see bis pit
iful, whining face f He leans over the bed aud
whispers, or rather screeches: "Mister Paine.
we wish to know whether you have chanced
BT WILUS 0XTL019 CUIX.
"Far tbrooch tfae chambers of the peaceful alles,
vTbere ths high fount of Sommrr's brtbtaea Ilea!"
The Sprina far prnmlae melte into thee.
Fair Summer! and thy gentle rel-n la here;
Thjr emerald mbes are on each Isafy treat
In the blue sky thy voice la rUh and clear;
A nd tho free brooka'have songs to blcas tbr retzn
Xbey leap in mnaic 'midst thj bright domain.
Tho Cairo, that wander front .the ottoded treat.
Are hardened with the breath of conntleaa fielda;
They teem with tneeuo from tho green rartVa breaat.
That np to heaven lUfiraUfol odoryioliia;
Searing awret hrmna of praise from maar bird,
By nature's aspect Into raptures atlrr'd.
In ancb a aeene, the ann-fllnmlned heart
Boanda like a prisoner in bta narrow cell,
'When through its bars the morning giorira dart.
And forest anthems in hla heartngawell
And. like the heavfneof the voiceless aea,
His panting bosom labors to bo free.
Tbns. gazing on thy void and aappilre aky,
O. Saumrr! in my inmost nuf arise
Tjplifled tbnnghta. to which tho wissla reply.
And the bland air with its antt mdodiea;
TIa basking in some vision's gluriosa ray,
I long for eagle'a plumta to Are away.
I Ions to cast this cumbrous clay aside.
And the impnre, nnboly tboophta that cling
To the sad bosom, torn with care and pride;
I would soar upward, on unC-tlrrrd wing.
Far through the chant brra or the peaceful akira,
Where the high fount of Summer a brightness Heal
A BRITIftll IPT.
How Sir Garnet Walaeler Caate Rear Being
Arreoieal ato one.
The latest English mails briug a very interest
ing episode in the career of Sir Garnet WolseleJ,
the conqueror of Atbautec, who is the only Eng
lish Geueral that has fought iu the four quar
ters of the globe. A friend of his communicates
to the Daily Telegraph the following statement
of Ids adveuture iu this country, which maybe
cnndcUFed as follows: He was in the States
when North aud South were embroiled iu tho
bitterest civil war of modern times. The South
rons had retreated across the Potomac after the
dire conflict of Antietam, and his army were
safe iu Virginia. Sir Garnet desired to get to
Richmond, and in company with the author of
vonrn.lin.in. n inn.l Tl.. Tv.o, i,ii..r- !.. 7..,r ; L' "9 ! "i, eiiueavoreti io run ine uiocuatie.
creed r j auereueraigunuoaisswepp ine nvtrwun cease-
And while the Doctor is ready with his pencil, 'ess ""ration, antl the Northern bank was as
the Preacher Icaus gaspingly there-awa ts his ' l'JaW a thong!, a chasm gaped beyond.
answer! I r"vate enterprise was not sufficiently conra-
Does not this scene disgust yout They are Se,.'.us te,risk Vr,,Ic1,1 '"if.111 ?"dA" cufi-
two pedlars of death-be.1 confessions, waitingXo T,a!",n ""P"'", n,,d ""K ' t he Great
catch the last gasp of poor Tom Paine! " I Fn"" a' "'Stou. Tliat ,,, of ,Ue ver
Do you think, my friends, that the cause of "w "f ,b f m T". ""i.i.'W'i WM
Christ depends upon iiarroxV-sonled bigots like ?bo"-ta 'J"?? '.""fl " rea. 'h; but wheu a
these-who. instead t.f placing the cup of cold Ih,,.rrifa ' I''1 '? ,ed """ .K he great waters
water to the lips of the death-stricken, come I h"'0",' ""," "'"' St, ",""'," to.",""P
here, around the deal h-bed, smelling of creeds, I ''" 'Tu- . ' I'0?' c" "ich ?.I,,!Kht 7""
and breathing can, all the whi.e-and insult! S !n ' , ? " fct L"i i'.i'l "
with harassing expectancy the phases of the
tnimn, hoping for thedark hours when they
. might steal across. From time to time the
I Federal gunboats shot up lime lights that
niaile tne river lilaze again for a quarter of a
with their paper aud pencil, the lasf- hours of a
dying old man t
Would your Fenelon, your Luther, your Wes
ley, have done this! Would your Bishop White
or your Chaniiing. talk to a dying man, with a-
.ci unit pencil 111 uauti, iiis.entt ut ui.iisteuing
his lips with the cup of water, or soothing his
soil! with the. great truth.) of Christ! Nay
would (he blessed Retleemer himself, who ever
lifted up the bowed head, ever forgave the trem
bling sinner, ever reached forth the arms of his
uotlhead to snatch Despair from its sins and
mile; and at snch time the hea.il of u breathing
utter being descried was pinked with unerring
certainty. Upon snch a -nigyt-fjir Garnet and
his friend were discovered iu a hut by a young
officer and a party of patrol. They had tleter-
iiiuietl to cross in the early morning. Whether
A MTBAJtCB f3A.THKIII.tG.
Annnnl Reunion of the IllcUsUr. Tklo Week.
Writing from Philadelphia, a correspondent of
the New York Bcrald, says of the gathering of
the Hicksite Quakers iu that city: As I reached
the church the little park in front of it w
crowded with many people, and au hour later it
was uncomfortably full. It was funny to study
the characters standing around, for many of them
were exceedingly qnaiut aud peculiar. Leaning
against the trees Were seeu these sturdy, sub
stantial Hicksites, whom no wave of progress can
detach from their old custums, whom no worldly
spirt or enterprise can inspire? but who, dressed
In their dark, solcmu costumes, their long, full
continental vests, finiTtheir sole happiness in re
maining quiet; steadily holding fast to the hab
its and traditions of their ancestors. And then
again abont another tree I could see other Hick
sites, d'riferiug from the above by vests slightly
shortened and hat brims not quite so wide. They
were city bred and city taught; and in habit if
not in faith secined slightly estranged from tho
age that is past, and which was represented by
the persons under the other tree. All along the
walk which surrounded the park, and even upon
its green turf were hnmlreds of people, almost
all of them young, the females outnumbering the
males. I do nut think I ever saw so many young
ladies assembled together before in my life. The
sceue cannot bo well described. The girls seem
ed to be exceedingly happy, either because the
Hicksites had survived tu meet agaiu, or because
the day was the first of the year, ou which they
could display their new hats and costumes. The
latter were of every pattern and .color, many of
them being exceedingly rich and beautiful.
Forms clad in silks of blue, greeu, black ant' lilac,
appeared to move everywhere, and often- they
were attundetl by well dressed and well behaved
young men. The wind rustled the ribbons about
many a fair throat, am! every fair lady, like na
ture, was arrayed in amber.
hen the doors were opened the quaint old
Hicksites, both male aud female, walked iu un
der the maiu entrance, aud many of them, with
out removing hats or bonnets, took their places
iu a sort of box that was surrounded by a railing,
and that frtmtcd the seats reserved for the audi
ence. Behind them followed parties, young and
tdd, delegations from New Jersey, 'Delaware,
.Maryland and other states, until the vast cham
ber became full, and until the crammed aisles,
stairways and winduws could hold no more. The
scene from the large rear window which faced
ine people was very odd. Below was an im
mense crowd of men, old, dark aud solemn.
Some of them raised their eyes as if in prayer,
while all were bushel and silent as death. There
was uot a woman among them. In the gallery
above, however, how great was the contrast!
the costumes which a moment ago flnttered in
the park were gracefully arranged on the bench
es. Bright, pretty, healthful faces looked down
upon the black human sea beneath, and many I
The following appeared in the London Ttawa. over the
aignatnra of -Houghton" donbueta Lord Honghton. (Ri
chard Utnckton Mllnea.) In connection with tho report of
The swarthy followers atcod aloof,
lis lay beneath that grassy roof.
He bade them, aa tbey passed the hut.
To give no warning
Of their still fslthfulprwenccbnt
To htm. may be. though broken sleep
And palna abated.
Thaaa words wr iatwatmaadtep
Dear dead aalutea of wife and child.
Old klrkyard creetinga.
Sunrises over hiilsMea wild
Welcoming sou nils of fresh blown sea.
Of homeward travel.
Tangles of thought'a last memories
'Xeath England's (retted roof of fame
With flowera adorning
An open grave cornea up the same
Morning'a o'er that weird continent
Now slowly breaking
Europe her aallen self-restraint
if orniaga of avmpathy and treat
For aueh aa bore
Their Master'a spirit sacred crust
To Kngland'a ahore.
AXCIBXT ItUIXN OF A FORTIFIED
PAI.At'E in ASIZO.M.
A careful examination of some extensiva rains
found some miles nest of Florence, on the Gila
river, has been made. Lieut. Ward was the first
explorer who came upou the desolate remains of
a once imposing architectural pile. It ban been
deserted ierhaps for more than a thousand years,
and has been crumbling away in the wilderness.
The Apache even never pitched bis tent upon
the spot so thickly strewn with fragments of the
work of a perished race. The principal ruin is
a parallelogram fortification, sixteen hnndrd
feet in width by sixteen hundred fuet in length.
The walls, which were built of stone, have long
been overthrown, and are overirrowu bv trees
and vines. In many places a mere ridge indi
cates the line of the wall, the stones having dis
appeared nuder the surface. Within the inclos
ed area are the remains of a greater structure,
200 by 260 feet, constructed of ronghly hewn
stones. In some places the walls remain nearly
perfect to a height of some twelve feet above the
On the east side of the granda casa, there are
fTTia mutlilmni i.F mi nvnl alienn wo-lia.! ,1..t.tl....
lit i .. I " "I'vuiiiid ua, aaas anus nuai'D nuiku 11UI1UIIC99
coy glances wandered from dark and sparkling ..! ,he pllIIM llf windows. Ou the inner
eyes. As one looked up from the window lie ,ij0 0f tle nalace. fur such it doubtless was.
saw mulling but gronps or girls, rising one there are yet perfectly distinct tracings of the
aUive another in great tiers, among whom fans Image of the aim. There are two towers, but
Wrr "nftering like butterflies among the flow- tile southeast and southwest corners of the great
ers. There was no man there. The males were enclosure, still stauding, one of whicli is twenty,
below, the females were above, and there was 8jx and the other thirtv-one feet hith. These
tOl.ail illllil 119 Cilia UIIU . aao.ys.. " .
woes would He have entered thus the chamber I """J rea."-7 'fit bontliern sympathies or not, they
of a dying man, to talk of creeds, when there ' were '",'?": "P wl."' c"iturous. and were on
was a soul to be redeemed f The thought is ' soi intimacy wuu me neighboring farmers,
Now listen to the only answer, what these
bigots could expect. The oltl man looked in
their faces, stamped with the petty lines of sec
tarian Pharisaism, ami and answered
" Aare no desire to believe in anything of the
lind!" says the old mau, and turned bis face to
At this moment, look! Another man appears
tin the scene. He is dressed in the garb of a
Quaker. He pushes the bigots aside waves
these Pencillers from the mom, and then God's
blessing npon his bead takes the old man by
the hand, and silently smooths back the damp
hair from his brow.
Paine looks his speechless thanks in that
stout-hearted Quaker's face.
"Friend Thomas," says the Friend. "Trnst in
Christ. He died for thee. His mercy is fathom
less as the sea!"
Never did the plain coat and broad-brimmed
hat look more like an angel's garb than then.
Not eveu in the hour when William Penn, under
the Elm of Shackamaxnu. spoke immortal words
to mile red men. Never did the Quaker "thee"
and "thou" sound more lovely, more like an an
gel's tongue, than then ! Not even when, from
the lips of Apostle William, it sent forth from
the shores of Delaware, to all the world, the
great message of Peaco anil Toleration.
Thomas Paine grasped that Quaker by the
hand, and gazed iu his face with dim eyes.
ftnir, my irientls, tio not let you hearts falter,
out. go wiin me to ine euu ot ints scene.
whose disloyality was notorinns. "Aiiglo-Ameri-
canus" explained the shore-loitering aud the
night-watches by pleading a passion for noctur
nal sport; and so slight a circumstance as Colo
nel Wolseley's offering a cigar to the young sol
dier made him confident iu the truth of their
statement. Wo need not pause here to contem
plate the possible horror and certain turmoil
which would have followed the arrest of a Colo
nel in the British army on the charge of being a
spy. The sttsry of Major Andre is not forgotten
yet in either hemisphere, and Geueral Grant was
then in the temper to make short work of an cr
jant Englishman. The officer raid a steamboat
would tall for ihcin iu the morning and convey
tueiti to vt asuingion; unt soon alter lie left, the
two braves started across the river and gained
the Virginia shore in safety. There Wolseley met
Lee and Stonewall Jackson and Lungstreet, and
studied the internal discipline of the army, the
features of the country, aud the habits of the
A Doo and S.vake Story. Several days ago
a gentleman in this city went out into the coun
try fowling, taking with him an experienced
pointer. After hunting some time be observed
the dog come to a sudden stop, and supposiug
the dog had "stood" a bird, advanced to shoot it.
But coming nearer, he noticed that the animal
was foaming at the mouth as if sufferinir from
an attack of hydrophobia. Under closer obser
vation he discovered that the doir was the vie.
What. ! tim uf an enormous snake, which was channinrr
is the mission of this Qnaker to tho author of; it, and steadily advancing on its prey. The dog
"Common Sense!" Why, lie has been abroad all , tood immovable, perfectly transfixed. Thegen
the morning, trying to secure a grave a quiet, tleman spoke to it, but it gave no heed, so com-
secluded, unknown resting place for Tom Paine, pletely was it under the influence of the dread
He has been to all the churches all! For a ' charmer. Seeing that the dog was in the most
excruciating agony, the gentleman raised the
gun and shot the snake dead. Instantly and
simultaneously with the shot and the death of
the snake, the dog fell down perfectly helpless,
and to all appearance dead. It revived after
some little time, but had it not been for some
timely assistance from the master, it is believed
that the poor animal would have expired with
the victim. The snake in question was a blue
racer, about four or five feet long, and was killed
near Oglethrope park. Atlanta Sun.
Ax Atheist's Fcxf.iul. Ander the title of
"An Atheist's Funeral," the London Sun pub
lishes an account of the burial of Mr. Austin
Htdydake, who died in full faith of negation, aud
passed his last honrs in drawing "hpau assertion
of his confined disbelief in the existence of God.
dark thought troubles the last hours of Paine,
thethougbt that his remains will rest nnhonored,
alinvegruund, unsheltered by the reposeof agrave.
This was but human, after all. He believed
his sonl would not die. He did not wish the
aged clay which eushrined that soul to be the
object of contempt or insult, after his death.
Now look while the Qnaker grasps his band,
the dying man looks iu his face.
"Will (hey," he murmurs in a husky whisper,
"will they give me a grave!"
The Quaker turns his head away. He cannot
answer. Still Paine clntcbes that band still
repeats the qnestion. At last, with tears in bis
eyes, with chokiug utterance, the Quaker gasps
"No! Friend Paine no! I have been to them
all to all the Christian churches all! Aud all
yea, all of these followers of Jesus, who for- It is an astonishingly calm and sturdy statement,
ive the thief ou the Cross all refuse thy bones , aud referring to his own terrible sufferings aud
nf a fimil mum! into all its life, as those tleen.
earnest tones sneak nf the Independence of over lh nVul 1.1,-'-.,., u.i u..:i.i ,n
America her glorious future her People, that . fessed the magic influence of the Aulhor-Hero's
shall swell into countless mglions her Navy, pen.
that shall whiten the. uttermost sea her Desti The vilest enemv of this Author-Hero, a base
ny, that shall stride on over the wrecks of hireling of the English Court, ves, eveu he, the
thrones, to theUuiversal Empire of the Western libeller of Jefferson and Franklin and Madison,
Continent! as be was, even he, a thing so small in sonl that
Then behold I bis very masters were nh:.n,,l r him was fore.
They nse round the table they press that ed to confess that: "The cannon of Wukingto inscription on that rough stone, and then
man in the brown coat by tbe hand nay, the tra not nort formidable to the Brifuh, than the pen , while theUnbeliever is with bis Gd, iuto whose
Virginia Planter, Washington, grasps both bis of the anthor of Common Sen$e." awful councils no bigotry nor hate can enter-
bands at-d, in a voice? d"-P" "X emotion. Is there a heart that dws not throb at the ' let ns remember, that this simple monument is
begs him, for the sake of God, to write these ' name of the author nfth tv.i.niin Tnnvis th.nnle m.mnri.l m, th. rv.;.,..t nr imr,',-.
wonls in book. I Jefferson", the Statesman- Bero of the Rtrolntionl nf that Anthor-Hero who first stood out aa the,1
A hook that shall be read in all the homes. And dn rnnr l.,.rt. i..i. .''.i ..: ti.-. r .. -..i... . .. to-.
and thnndered from all the pulpits in America, his name, end yet refuse to par even the tribute son. the friend of Washincton: "the author of
That was a crushing blow for poor Tom Paine.
That was the last drop in the full enpof his woe;
the last kick of Bigotry against the skull of a
dying oltl man.
"He never spoke again.
As if this last scorn of these Infidel Christians
bad gathered his heart and crashed it like a
vise; then the old man silently raised his hand
from the grasp of the Qnaker silently folded
his arms over his breast drooped his head slow
ly down, and was dead!
Now look yonder, as the sonl of that old man
goes up to judgment look there, as the sonl of
Thomas Paine stands arrayed before that face of
Infinite Mercy, and answer me! Who wonld
not sooner be Tom Paine there, before the bar
of Jeans with all his virtues and errors abont
him, than one of the misguided bigots who re
fused his bones a grave T
Think of the charity which Jesns preached,
before yon answer.
As we quote the terrible truth of these words,
which I fonnd written in an old volume, in the
dim cloisters nf the Franklin Library:
"He han no name! The country for telich he la
bored and $nffered InoKi him not. Bit ease mt in
a foreign land. A pp grati-groKn mound, from,
trhich the bona hare been purloined. U all that re-
utfliai on the Continent of America, to tell of the Be
ro, the Statesman, the Friend of Man "
I say, as wr quote tbe terrible truth nf these
words, let ns go yonder to that deserted spot,
near New Bochelle. Let ns bend over that de
serted monnd, covered with rank grass, read tbe
the tendency of most skeptics to renounce their
unoeiiei at tne apprnacu 01 tieatn, he says "they
who under pain say they seeerrorof their pre
vious belief bail uever thought out the problem
for themselves." Funeral orations were-pronounced
over his grave by Messrs. Watts and
Bradlangh. Both shrank instinctively from the
asstiou of their own gloomy beliefs, ant) conld
not, over tbe grave of their friend, give utterance
to their conviction that he was nothing but dust.
Even on his tombstone there was an inscription
under which tbe most devoted 'Christian might
rest, and before which his loving friends might
kneel in joyfnl trnst: "In Mcmorium. Gone
for the time 110 association between them. Tho
chamber was crowdtd to overflowing, antl thous
ands without fnnnd it impossible to enter. There
was another largo room in the building, and it
was also opened. In an instant, apparently, it,
too, was til led, aud hundreds still cluster anx
iously iu the park. Theie was a little building
standing on oue side of the enclosure. It seemed
to be a fennday School room. It also was open
ed, and hence three Quaker meetings were going
on at the same time. Strange to say, the park
appeared just as full as ever, for new parties
were arriving -every moment.
Garrlsom n Fillmore.
William Lloyd Garrison. writes a letter to the
Boston Journal, setting forth at length tbe Mas
sachusetts Legislature's "act of flagrant incon
sistency and shameful laudation," iu adopting
the resolution it tlid upon the death of ex-Presi
dent Fillmore. Iu tho course, of his letter he
Can there be a greater affront shown to the
memory of Mr. Suniuer than the unanimous
adoption, by tho Massachusetts Legislature, of
the laudatory resolutions respecting Mr. Fill
more ! That liotly made haste to rescind certain
resolutions passed by a former Legislature, un
justly impeaching the motives of Mr. Sumucr
concerning tne tiattle nags ot tne country. It
can confer additional honor upon bis memory and
purge itself of an utter disregard of all the prin
ciples of freedom only by promptly rescinding its
own resolution in lavish praise of Mr. Fillmore
and his evil administration. "The memory of
the just is blessed, but the name of tbe wicked
shall rot." Those resolutions are equally unde
served and untruthful. The people of Massa
chusetts did not "receive with profound sensi
bility" the intelligence of Fillmore's death; they
had not a single heart throb awakened by it;
they do not consider him eutitled to "the affec
tionate remembrance of the American People."
or to "an houorable place iu the long liue of
tueir illustrious pvunc servants." iu all this
they are shockingly misrepresented. But their
grief at the loss of Charles Sumner is real and
profound, and matched ouly by their exalted ap
preciation of what he attempted and achieved In
the service of his conutry and tbe cause of all
mankind. " Honor to whom honor is due."
have evidently been much higher, as the broken
tops aud the amount of debris near their base
indicate. A few cornier instruments, and some
golden ornaments oue beiug an linage of the
sun with a perforated in the middle and some
stone utensils, aud two rudely carved stuue va
ses, mnch like those found at Znpetcro and Co
pau, in Central America, are all the works of art
yet discovered. No excavations have been made
as yet to discover the character of those ruins.
The ruins are situated in a small plain, elevated
nearly two hundred feet above tbe bed of tbe
Gila. Just west of tbe walls of tbe fortification
there is a beautiful stream of water, having its
snnrco in the moiiutains, which crosses the plain,
and by a scries of cataracts falls into Gila about
two miles below.
The fragments of potlery and polished stone
reveal a condition of civilization among the buil-
uers 01 mese runts analogous to mat ot I lie an
cient Peruvians, Central American and Mexican
nations, i be conntry in tbe vicinity of this bur-
renaler Samner's Brother.
The following communication appears in a Bos
ton paper: "AlhertSumner,abrothcrof Charles,
aud his wife and only child were lost at sea, the
circumstances attending tbe loss of the ship be
ing unknown. The law gave Mrs. Sumner's
property to the one of the three who lived long
est. Mr. Sumner, being a healthy and vigorous
man, was presumably tbe last to die, and ber
property fell to bis heirs. His only heirs were
Charles and George Sumner and their sister, Mrs.
Hastings. These three, at theirown suggestion,
and so unostentatiously that but few of their
personal friends knew the fact, made over tbe
whole of Mrs. Sumner's properly, amounting, I
think, to over $40,000, to her heirs. At Ibis time
The oaken bull of. a vessel supposed to date
from the time of tbe old vikings of the North
was recently discovered while digging a tumulus
near Frederickstadt, in Norway. It was rather
flat and low in the water, tapering to a point at
each end. with a length of keel of 44 feet, and a
breadth nf beam of 13 feet. It is supposed to
have lieen nsetl as a war vessel for coast service,
being propelled by oars and sails. An ancient
practice in Norway was to place the vessel over
the remains of tbe Captain, and fragments of
dress, horse accnunternients, and harness have
been discovered under this. This is deemed
qnite a prize for the archaeologists, and the en
tire lot is to be placed in tbe Antiqnarian Muse
um at Christiana.
Do yon see tbe picture, mv friends! , nf nn solitary nnl.itin. -r .!- . .- -.-..
That man in the brown coat, standing there, . ry of bis brother patriot, his forerunner in the
wni' tr!mb,iD1? -'"? H'.6 '"'"" of.h.is work or Freedom, the Author-Hero of the Bevo-own,thoughts-that
splendidlv-fomied Virginia , lution THOMAS PAINE I
Planter on one side, grasping mm by the band, I
"Common Sense" poor Tom Palve!
Bemember, then, that the hand which moul
dered to dnst beneath this stone, was tbe first
to writs these, words "The Free axd Isde
PEXDEirr States or America."
As Ohio lady, describing the horrid parapher
nalia of a bar-room, says that "in tbe rear the
soul-destroying, awful game of faro was being
played by a crowd of maddened, excited men.
This game of faro is played with two sticks, four
balls, and any number of pieces of chalk."
While Prof. Watson has been fooling away
fifteen years of his life in tbe study of astronomy,
a very clever fellow in Delaware bas discovered
that a turnip tied to a string and bang to a book
will prevent rheumatism from entering the boose.
Detroit Free Preu.
The Emperor of China recently oflored.np.far
Bsl demands for taow.
the Sumners had ouly a very small property.
When in ignorance of these facts, certain fash
ionable people at Newport made invidious com
ments noon Mr. Sumner's heirs retaining the
bouse and lands at Newport, Mr. George Sumner
showed me the letter from tbe representative of
Mrs. Sumner's heirs acknowledging tbe receipt nf
tbe money in terms nf astonishment and grati
tude. Tbe house and land at Newport were pur
chase. with Mr. Albert Sumner's own money.
TbelateMr.Nathauiel J.Bowditcb told me that it
was the only case he (I) ever knew where the
heirs to whom the law of survivorship had given
property did not keep it. It surely was as gen
erons as it wasnncommon."
Hlnrwf Old Ilea.
Thero ore some nrettr old men in tbe world
.rim n-main full of works and ambition. Lord
John Rnssell, for instance, who looks npon Dis
raeli who is C9 years of age as a sort of a boy, is
tU years old, and yet seeks to rnle England. Tbe
Emperor William, a man of 77, and tbe Dnke,
still older, are having a lively contest. Guizot,
aged 87, is working away at bis literary labors
in France, while Thiers, bat little his junior, is
ready to issnme the reins of" tbe government
whenever he is wanted. Coming over to Ameri
ca we find men of seventy and over working
away like men of forty. There are Commodore
Vanderbilt, Daniel Drew, A. T. Stewart. J. Edgar
Thompson, and W. B. Astor, still skillfully hand
ling their millions, and yearly addiug to them.
There is Wm. C. Bryant producing in his eighth
decade a comprehensive history of the United
States. There is Thnrlow Weed still dropping
on ns from time to time words nf wisdom and old
political reminiscences. The catalogue might be
continued mnch longer, but this isrlong eno-igh
to show that men frequently need not outlive
These isn't any boot-black in Detroit who has
a bank account of seven hundred dollars like
that Troy boy, but there are several here who
kuow where tbey can lay their hauds on a stove
boiler when the next circus U advertised. Do-,
troit Free Prat. - "
A CAJtP meeting within a mile of a cornfield Is
equal to two droughts .and, a ha.il storm.
ied palace, with its towers and moat, has been,
r is iikciy to oe uiscovereti. i nere is one tuing,
however, made apparent, that is, that this whole
country was once eopled by a race having a
higher grade of civilization than is found among
any of the tribes of the latter ages. But wheth
er Ibis race were the ancestors of the Pimoa, or
some extinct tieople, is not, and cannot certainly
be known. Tbe ruins on the Gila are another
uncovered Palenque, another Copan, au Atlan
exposed, at least to bewilder and confound.
It is understood that these extensive ruins will
be thoroughly explured within tbe present year.
Another flensarkable Case.
To the Editor of the Fitltbnrg Gazette:
Tbe death of the Siamese twins has called
forth, as might have been expected, several
Physiological comments of more or less interest,
on will allow me to contribute to the geueral
stock of human pbenomeua, tbe following well
authenticated fact: In the year of our Lord,
l&M, in tbe village of Puyntspass, County of
Armagh, Ireland, Mrs. O'Reilly, aged forty-two
years and seven months, was safely delivered of
three sons, all connected by a baud or ligature,
in every particular resembling that which vital
ly bound the Siamese twins.
Sir Astley Cooper and Dr. Abernafhy hasten
ed over from London, and after a professional
investigation of the extraordinary case, declared
tLelr relnctance to attempt a surgical separa
tion. These three Armagh brothers (not Soman
or Atban), lived nutil tbey reached the age of
ten years. Dean Carter, of Tandorageo, read
tbe service of tbe English Church at their grave.
I need hardly add that tbey died simultaneous
ly. Dr. Priestly and others will, I presume, re
member or recollect this matter. J. M.
Pitubnrg, January 23, 174.
A orXapoleoa III.
Tbe ghost of Louis Napoleon, or what looks
strangely like thewrailb of the defunetemperur,
may be seen daily haunting the restaurant
Morel, back of the oiiens cpmique iu Paris, a
cafe much frequented by artists and anthors.
The ghost In question is no other than the son
of tbe dead ruler, and tbe elilest"c!iild of the late
celebrated Mrs. Howard. He is remarkably like
his father, (au advantage wTiich the prince im-
Eerial does uot enjoy,) and is said to resemble
im also iu conduct. He is a middle-aged mau
now, but is not in the least a settled or a steady
one, and his habits of dissipation and extrava
gance used to give the emperor much trouble.
To tret rid of this wild scion, and to avoid the
scandals which might be set afloat by tbe liber
als respecting his conuiict 111 ran, Ills rather
sent bun first as consul to Belfast, and finding
that still too near to France in all probability,
lie transferred him to the consulate of Zanzibar,
lie is now residing iu Paris, aud bran tbe title
of Count de Bare. Some day perhaps he may
play the part of Duke de Moray to Napoleon IV.
A Shocking Occcbhexce. On Taes'dsv nir?ht
a woman was taken to Leman street police sta
tion, Wbitecbapel. where she was charged with
drunkenness, and on the following day was tak
en before the magistrate at the Thames Police
conrt, but she was discharged with a caution
as to her future conduct. Abont two o'clock in
the afternooushe was seen in Well street, Wbite
chael, and afterwards went with some of her
companions to a public bouse in that street.
She there bad some drink, and afterwards was
heard to say, "I was locked np for being drank
last nigbt, but God strike me stone blind if I
was drank." Immediately after she bad utter
ed these words it was found' that she had be
come totally blind. Bngb) (England) AdrertUer.
Tbe above first-class lie should tiud a place in
the next edition of tha Sunday School Library.
The following described sinful little game was
indulged In at Atlanta, Gtorgia: A party of
vonntr men dined snmptnonsly at a restaurant.
aud each one insisted on paying the bill. To de
cide the matter it was proposed to blindfold tbe
waiter, aud tbe first one ha eaaght should pay
the bill. He hasn't caogbt-aoy of them yet;
These is a yew-tree two thousand years old
in tbe Darley Dale cbureh-yard in Derbyshire,
England. It is believed to be the oldest in all
A CBCSADBB aTA.f", COjlPaVll.tfT.
i7 i1 m,'n to reporter of the Commer
cial) 1 am a temperance man, but I am opiMsed
to this crusade; aud I will tell yon wbv. It has
destroyed tha peace of my family. As I said, I
am a temperate mau myself: I haven't touched
a drop of whiskey, beer, ale or wiue for I dou't
.fn?7.JheDJ7,e "!!; do't agree with my
stomach, and I couldn't driuk them if I waut-
lrWI 7hlnkRwi S ll?nR Tcr lre" ' onr knU
ly. I think we were happy at least the neigh
bors said we ought to lie? "But when this mov
ment commenced my wife gut it into btr Tad
that she muss, crnsade. I think mv nothcr-Uw
law put her up to it. My wife said the Lord
called her to this work. I tried to peranado her
out of the notion. I said we couldn't affurd to
hire another girl, antl that she had better stay
at home and help me rear our family-. .But sho
insisted that tbe Lord must be obeyed, antl of
conrse I had to cave in. Well, sho went out,
and bas been in the business for the past three)
months. I never thought a woman could stand
as much as tbat wife nf mine h ,., tl,r,,i.
She told me last night that in the past three
months she had made a hundred antl teu speech
es, ninety-seven prayers, and had walked, on an
estimate, four hundred and jw'ghtr-niiio miles.
w ben she gets home at night she is completely
fagged ont, and doesn't feel anything like herself
until she has taken six or eight cups or strong
Our gentlo household has becrr completely
revolutionized. We can't keep even one girl
now. My wife drives them off as fast as I hire
them. She says she isn't around all the time to
cciucin, una cant trnst them with me. The
consequence is, I haven't had a good square meal
at our bouse for tbe last qnarter of a year, and
the children are dying from neglect. The fact is
I can't myself, because of my not having been
raised to it, feed and clothe those children prop
erly. I have done the best I could, but somehow
a man can't get up good domestic meals, and
wash aud iron clothes, and pnt them on children
so as to look neat. But mv wife Rays I can't
learn younger; is is my duty; sho h-a been call
ed to work, aud has enlisted fur life or during the
war. Why don't these saloon keepers quit, if
for no other purpose than that of stopping the
misery in the homes of tho crnsadcrs!
My wife carries on the crusade at home to
keep herself in practice, I suppose. She gives
me a long temperance Iccturrrovcrv night. I say
I don't drink. But sin? snv ..r-".,,i i,.,t r .in
driuk, just for tbe sake of argument. When she
finishes her speech, she brings out tbe pledge and
makes me sign it. If I have signed that bl.tsted
old pledge once, I have a hundred times. Then
she makes me pretend that I ntu its the saloon
business. Wogetout the wash-stand and set the
camphor bottle and vinegar jug ou it, am! I
stand behind it, iu my shirt sleeves, like a saloon-keeper.
On the counter am some scraps of
stuff on a plate to represent a free lunch. I
stand there handiug out tho vilo camphor and
vinegar tbat are carrying sorrow to bo many
" "1 my nun comes up anil sings in
froutofmy saloon. Sho beseeches mo to quit
my awful calling and gu to canvassing for sub
scription books, driving a night-cart, or some
other respectable business. I get mad and call
for tbe police, antl order my wife out of the
bouse. But she keeps on, and" at last my heart
is touched. I ponr the camphor out iuto the
cream-pitcher, and the vinegar into the waah
basm, and say I will never engage iu the busi
ness agaiu. I sigu the pledge a few times, aud
pnt np my traps at auction.
Sometimes we have another play, which my
fanatical wife has arranged for me. I go and
driuk a glass of cold tea, imagining it tu bo beer.
I become very drunk, and go home anil kick up
a terrible row. I smash the furniture, and beat
my poor starving family. Maddened with the
glass of beer, I rob, steal, murder, anil do all
sorts of horrible things. Just about this time
my wife happens around as a crusader, aud
hands me a little tract. I glance nt it carelessly
through my bleared eyes, aud, lo! I am instantly
a changed man, I take the pledge, wash myself
"li " " j ""rs nine am a ncn 111. tu, sur
rounded by a large, flourishing and happv family.
AM of this tomfoolery, my wifj says, will have's
good influence on tbu children.
Now, that will give you a sort of-an idea of
how things have been going mi at our house. I
don't like it. It seems pretty hard that a mau
who has lived to my age and trietl to do right,
sbonld havetosntrer iu this war. This seems
all right to my wife, but blamed if I can see it.
She says that if a man goes ami drinks a glass of
beer and gets drank, he cannot enter the Kin",
dom of Heaven. Well, then. I say, let him stay
pnt. Because he should make a fool of himself
is no reason that our innocent family should ag
onize about it. She also says, cursed bn he who
puticiii sue cup 10 ins neighbor s lips. I sav eer
tainly ; but let those saloon-keepers look out fur
themselves. So far as I know, tbeso eiipsarepnt
to mighty willing lips. To bear my wife talk,
you might suppose that the saloon-keepers rush,
ed out of their dens like spiders, ami nabbed
innocent j oug men by their collars as they were
walking by on the street, banletl them into their
dens, choked them down on tbe floor, antl poured
whiskey down their throats and ruined them.
I thjnk my heart is in the cause of temperance,
but I know I would be a better Christian if I got
better meals, and if things want on all right at
home. Cincinnati Commercial.
""ratable Experience sfa sTastan Lawrer
la a llannlrsl Ilanar.
The Boston Herald revives the haunted bouse
sensation at Snringvale, Me., by tellingthe story
of oue Edward H. Mulliken, a Boston merchant,
who braved its honors on Thursday evenin in a
spirit of enriosity. Shortly after eight o'clock
be was entranced, and remained iu that condi
tion till midnight, when he retired to a luting
in a adjoining room. During the trance ho com
municated several facts in connection with the
building, stating tbat a terrible murder had
been perpetrated npon the premises' at some
previous time. At 330 when the room was light
ed, the door opened, aud a large, thick-set figure
entered, approached the sofa, and inquired the
time; also if tbe watcher was resting well,
placed bis bands on his shoulder, nnd suddenly
vanished. Noises were beard at intervals, but
were iu nowise traceable. Subsequently the
figure returned, repeated his previous inquiries,
tbe light still burning, retreated an Instant, and
appeared brandishing a bnge- club above the
Jr."ifh,'r' ha1' I"ri!yd with. horror, Mr.
Mulliken cocked his pistol, took deliberate aim
at tbe figure, bnt tbe weapon refused to do its
duty. Instantly substituting a fresh cap, a sec
ond attempt was equally unsuccessful. Terrified,
no druse, unt ine ugure had vanishetl, no more to
return. Nervous aud agitated, he remained till
morning, when he surprised tbe tenants with
his experience, not, however, more marvelons
tola they bad themselves witnessed, and was
equally surprised, to learn of his entraneement
the previous evening, lie having been uncon
scious of it. Tbe spirits warned'the inmates not
to allow Mr. Mulliken to retire to an npper
apartment, stating tbat the effects might have
beeu fatal to one of bis temperament. Mr. M. is
no advocate of spiritualism, and regards the
whole matter as nnacconntable. His experience
bas awakened a new interest in the mystery.
TnE Dover (N. H.) Enquirer makes the follow
ing statement relative to a practice which bas
been generally understood to lie confined to one
or two Southern States: "While in an apothe
cary store, recently, we heard young girls aud
boys calling for snuff, sceuted with checkerlierry,
etc-, io be nsed for cleaning the teeth. It has
no virtues for cleaning the teeth more than
tbe brash without it, and it is simply another
way of using tobacco a dirty way injuring tbe
health and weakening the nervons system. A
physician recently informed ns that he bad iu
one or two cases seen couvuliou from its use.
The pretended cleansing is not conduct! to ouco
a day, bat is done several times."
THE worst feature about this cremation busi
r,u i- that soma winter moruiiig in a At of phi
lanthropy, your widow's second husband may
empty your ashes 00 tbe icy pavement for the
benefit of peostrUni iifiraatw SentUtt. ' -
A Peoeia. barber has a valuable parrot whose
appealing "Hare a shave, sirP often induces
passers-by to ester and indulge in toosortar da
f'gots. . . -