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THE NATION'S HERO DEAD.
BY F. HASTINGS BRYANT.
Why toll a thousand bells upon the morning air?
way stills me Hastening tnrong in Diif-y man
Why weeps Columbia why mourn her daughters
Why b'ancbe the brows when questioning
Why drop the flags half lowered on the mast?
Why millions bowed with bare and reverened
Why reddening eves and tear-drops falling fast?
Why mourn the world? the Nations Hei
Toll the bell ! for the toil-worn hero toll;
Sound the bugle-call ! the clarion anthem swell
From sea to sea, from north to southern pole.
Ring out, oh brazen tongues J the funeral knell
Of biin we loved, who once our country saved
With sword, U truth and freedom strong allied,
And broke the chains of millions, dark enslaved.
Toll I toll I te A the nations how he ditd:
Not in ba'tles van, 'midst sabers clashing,
Kot 'midst angry strife, and shout and groan:
Not 'midct screaming shell and cannon flashing,
Not'micst Moody sweat, an J agonizing moan;
Not mid't lines blaze the column galliug,
Not in auxiOuS camp or ou gory field;
Not 'midst thinning ranks of comrades falling,
Did J'eth8 daik arrow piece his ear.hly
It fell noi bWiltly, as dazzling lightnings flash.
AlldsiroJriug storm or angry Southern b at
As pestering worm that gnaws the towering a h,
Slow, cruelly, the withering blight was cat. .
With quiit mein, acd suffering weakened frame,
Our Hero bowed to Heaven's sovereign wIU,
And whispering low Jehovah's holy name,
Soared up to him wno bade the wave3 te still.
Pierre Louard and his wife lived, in 1,
8G0, on a small estate near Lesay, in
Poitou, France. They had three daugh
ters, Marie, Louise, and Agnes. On a
July morning in the year named Pierre
found a man asleep in his stible. He
was about 25 years of age, shoeless, hat
less, and with only a few miserable rags
to cover him. Moreover, h was haJf
dead from starvation and exposure, He
said he was the son of a pnysician at
Chalons; that his father had been con-
victed of crime: that his mother had died
I broken-hearted; that his friends had
spurned him, and that he had sold the
little property he had and wandered
away in search of some spot where he
could earn a living and remain unknown.
Louard procured nim clothes, took him
to the stream that flowed near by and
furnish him with everything needful to
make him look respectable. Then Mme.
Louard gave him a hearty meal and
spoke to him with motherly kindness.
The end was that they took Aijman into
their family, and he on his part showed
great aptitude at farm-work and the care
Though Louard rcssessed a fine old
dwelling, beautifully situated, he had
but little land, and was barely able to
make a subsistence for his family. For
merly he owned a fine estate, but un
fortunately he had aspired to be an in
ventor, and the result was that he had
parted with acre after acre of his patri
mony, and achieved nothing with his
mechanical labrs. In the rear wing of
the dwelling was a room which Louard
specially claimed as his. There he had
latlles and a furnace, and all the tools
and materials which his mechanical pur
suits demanded.- At the end of the
corridor, directly facing the entrance to
Louard's workshop, was a room occu
pied by Frederic Buchy, a son of Mm.
Louard by a former marriage. This
Buchv was 22 years old, uncouth, some
what ignorant, aud dissipated.
On the night of Aug. 2, 1860, about 9
o'clock, Mme. Louard and her eldest
daughter. Marie, were seated in a small
parlor near the main entrance of the
dwelling. The door was open, and a
view of the wide center staircase could
be distinctly had by the occupants of the
room, buddenly there was a sound of
hasty footsteps on the stairs, and mother
and daughter turned their eyes in that
direction. Buchy appeared on the first
landing, in his shirt-sleeves.
"Why, what is the- matter?" Mme.
Louard exclaimed, rising and hastening
into the hall. As she reached it Buchy 's
feet flew from under him, and he iell
with great force, striking his head on the
hard oaken stairs. He lay there sense
less. On being raised blood flowed from
a wound in the back of his head. Medi
cal aid was summoned by Aigan, who
came in at the front door, soaked with a
heavy rain, .almost immediately after
the accident. The doctor declared that
Buchy '8 skull was fractured, and nfixh
day he was removed to the hospital at
In the meantime M. Louard had not
been seen. It was no uncommon thing
for him to remain all night in his work
shop, and even until late the next morn
ing. Though it was suggested that he
should be summoned Aignan opposed it,
saying that he had been moody and re
served for some days past, and a knowl
edge of what had befallen Buchy m-'ht
have a serious effect upon his mind.
"Let us remove Buchy," said Aignan,
''and then we will invent a story about
his having gone to visit his uncle at Pru
eilly." Mme. Louard yielded to his suggestion,
but when noon next day arrived she de
termined to see whether her husband
was in his workshop. On going thither
she found the door locked, and her re
peated applications for admission were
unheeded. Greatly alarmed, she tried
to break open the door, but was unable
to do so. Aignan, who had gone with
Buchy to Poitiers, had not returned, and
she, therefore, sent Marie to the village
of Lesay for the blacksmith. He came
with bis tools, and soon broke open the
door. Louard lay baci in an old fash
ioned easy chair, with his throat cut from
ear to ear. On the floor, at his right hand
side, lay a shoemakers' knife, which he
had U6ed for the cutting of leather wash
ers for screws. The blood was over the
floor, aud had spurted out upon the desk
before which the old man was seated.
On the desk lay a sheet of paper. The
pen lay at its side, and the ink was on the
left hand side. He had evidently just
been writing before his death. The pa
per on the desk bore three or four lines
in Louard's handwriting. The paper was
spotted with blood. It contained the
"My Dear Louise: I know not how to
announce to you what I am about to
write. I am afraid it will give you a great
shock. I shall now end my life "
From the left side pocket of Louard's
coat an envelope protruded. It contain
ed a letter from a lawyer of Lyons an
nouncing the fact that Louard's cousin,
Leon Creuzot, had died and left Louard
sole heir to an eBtate of 3,000,000 francs.
This Creuzot was older than Louard, and
had been a successful and miserly mer
chant Louard and he were orphans and
brought tip together by an aunt at Lesay.
All agreed that Louard had committed
suicide. The date of the letter showed
that he had had it in bis possession for
some days, and its contents are supposed
to have turned his brain. The body was
interred, and in due time the widow and
her children came into possession of the
large fortune which Louard had inherit
ed before his death.
Aignan showed himself an expert man
of business. He condoled with the widow
and her children, attended to the busi
ness connected with the inheritance,
and brought all the affairs to a speedy
and most satisfactory conclusion. Then
he suggested to the widow improvements
and alterations on the estate.
All the lands formerly sold by Louard
were bought back and greatly improyed.
The old chateau was restored to its for
mer beauty. The tower, in which was
the room where Louard had perish
ed, was torn down and rebuilt. The
windows were replaced with modern
ones. The furniture was repaired and
restored. All the old pieces vere care
fully preserved, but new furniture and
upholstery were procured for the recep
tion rooms and bed rooms, all of which
were chastely and elegantly renovated
and fixed up. The 6tables and barns
were removed away from their former
site, and the ruins of an old dower house
which they had occupied were be utifully
restored. This lovely dwelling stood a
quarter of a mile from the chateau, on
the banks of the stream already alluded
to, surrounded with beautiful gardens.
When Aignan had finished his work
it was pronounced perfect. ' The outlay
had been very small, for Aignan dis
closed himself as an accomplished arch
itect, and superintended all the work.
Every centime expended was carefully
accounted for, and Mme Louard was
profuee with thanks for the way in
which Aignan, in less than a year, had
transformed the old, dilapidated estate
into a place of unrivaled beauty.
"Madam," said Aignan, modestly, "I
have done my work, and it is time for
me to depart. You can now manage
your own affairs, with the help of Law
yer Orrilpt, or Lesay, and there is no
need of my further trespassing on your
The widow protested against his de
parture, but he insisted. Finally, when
she cloEsly pressed him, with tears in
.her eyes, to explain his reason for quit
ting Lesay, he admitted, with much
hesitation, that he was in love with her
eldest daughter, Marie.
"That need not stand in the way, my
son," said Mme. Loured, ioyfully, "for I
am certain that it would be as agreeable
to Marie to become your wife as it would
be to you."
And so the matter was settled, and
Sept 1,1861, Marie became Mme. Aignan,
and she and her husband took up their
residence at the dower house, already
Soon after this it was announced that
Buchy, who had been under expert
medical treatment ever since his re
moval to Poitou, had recovered so far as
he ever could. His bodily functions
were in good condition, and he had a
better and more healthy look than he
had ever had before, but he was a hope
less imbecile and never spoke. He ate,
drank, walkei, and amused himself as a
child might, but never showed any sign
of intelligence. In this condition he
was brought home and a male nurse was
procured to take care of him. One day
Dr. Levisse, a physician who had charge
of bis ease at Poitou, brought a learned
doctor from Paris to see Buchy He was
a very interesting case, and the Parisian
doctor, jLurDigne, examined the case
with great interest.
"It is my opinion," said he, "that by
trepanning the brain can be relieved,
and, that done, intelligence will gradu
ally recover its sway."
Mme. Louard urged the operation, and
a day a month hence was set, Dr. Tur
bigne prescribing a regimen which was
to be strictly observed meanwhile. At
the appointed time Dr. Turbigne and
Dr. Poinsnt, from Paris, and Dr. Le
visse performed the operation success
fully, and Dr. Turbigne and Dr. Levisse
remained at the chateau in charge of the
case. On the second day the nurse was
excluded from the patient s room and
directed to remain in the outer room.
None but the two physicians saw Buchy
for five days. Dr. Turbigne daily an
nounced to Mad. Louard the condition
of her son, assuring her that he was pro
gressing ravoramy.and that in the course
of time he would be restored to his for
mer rational condition. On the ninth
day Dr. Turbigne said:
"Madam, your son is so far advanced
that in a day or two you will be able to
see him. and he will recognize you. He
has already asked for you, Ilia mem
ory is coming back to him. But you
must prepare for a very great surprise.
It is evident from your'son's utterances
since the second day after the operation
that he has something of a very painful
nature to reveal. Since that became ev-
ident sve have carefully excluded from
his presence everyone, so that whatev
er he has said has been heard by Dr.
Levisse and I alone. I need not tell
you that all his utterances will be held
sacred by us."
Mme. Louard was greatly surprised,
and entreated to be told the nature ot
the disclosure which she might accept.
"If you will promise me to be calm
and collected I will give you some idea
of the nature of the disclosures," said
"Monsieur," was the reply, "I have
passed through much, and am, as you
see, strong and self-possessed, I will
promise you to be calm."
"Then," said the doctor, "I may tell
you that the disclosures I refer to relate
to the death of your late husband."
"Indeed!" exclaimed the lady; "what
can they be? O, no! Surely he my
son could have nothing to do with
posed, and his eyes were bright and fall
of intelligence. He arose without help
tonxset his mother, and the greeting
was most affectionate. The mother was
stlf-possessed, and spoke in a gay and
pldisant tone, and her son with more
Clearness ane courtesy than she had
ever known him to manifest, returned
her congratulation with thanks.
Dr. Turbigne, after a few minutes had
passed, stooped and asked Buchy:
"Are you ready r
"Perfectly, monsieur," was the reply.
Then Dr. Turbigne opened the door
and summoned Aignan. As he entered
he had a smile on his face. Dr. Tur
bigne closed the door, turned the key
and pu' it in his pocket. Aignan ap
proached Buchy with a salutation on
his lips. Buchy's face grew stern and
he simply bowed his head. 'Then there
was amoment's strange silence.
"Madam," Buchy said, turning to his
mother, "on the day of my ace'dent I
was drinking with Aignan. We came
home together late, and we went to my
room by the back stairway. When I
reached the corridor I saw your hus
band walking along the corridor with
his head down and his hands behind
him, as though in thought. He was go
ing toward my room. I did not wish to
see him in a half drunken condition, as
I had promised him, as you know, to
amend. I did not know what to do. I
was close to the open door of the work
shop, and as I saw him about to turn, I
stepped into the work-room and hid
myself behind a large board on which
he drew his designs."
Here she looked toward Aignan. The
eyes of all followed Buchy's pyes. Aig
nan stood leaning against the mantle,
pale as a ghost.-
"Presently," continued Buchy, "I
heard voices, and the next moment M.
Louard and a man entered the work
shop. M. Louard held in his hand a
package, and the man said he had re
ceived it only that afternoon, and, sup
posing it was something connected with
a proposal to sell building-stone from a
quarry on the estate, he had opened it
and become possessed of its contents.
" 'It astounds me,' said Louard, 'and I
know not how to communicate the won
derful news to my wife.'"
" 'Write her a letter,' said the man,
and ne got ink and paper and laid them
on the desk. As he went for the ink I
saw him take something from a bench
and put it in his pocket. Mr. Louard
seated himself in his easy-chair in front
of the desk, and the other dictated. 'I
shall end my life happily he said. M.
Louard wrote. When he reached the
word 'life' the man bade him stop and
let him consider what the next word
should be. M. Louard leaned back in
his chair. In an instant the man drew
something from his pocket at the same
moment he seized monsieur by the long
hair behind and drew back his head.
There was a flash and a stroke of the
arm across M. Louard's throat and the
blood spurted forth.
Horror sat upon Mme. Louard's face.
Aignan, during the recital, had stood
transfixed. When the climax came he
gasped and exclaimey:
"The man is a muiac! It is the utter
ance of an idiot! It ia an infamons fab
rication!" He moved toward the door. Dr. Tur
bigne confronted him.
"That is the man," said Buchy, point
to Aignan. He turned savagely. Dr.
Turbigne seized his arms from behind,
and held him as in a vise. Dr. Levisse
looked around; then he seized the bell-
rope and tore it down. The next mo
ment Aignan was bound and helpless.
Buchy continued: "I was paralyzed.
I tried to move, to scream, but could
not. Then Aignan laid the knife on the
floor at the right hand of the murdered
man. Jtle examined his hands, and
stepped carefully to avoid the blood.
Then he quitted" the room and closed
the door, which had a catch lock. Then
I recovered my strength. If I stayed
there I should be deemed the assassin.
I arose, passed the corpse, and quitted
the room, closing the door; then I flew
down stairs to give the alarm before the
murderer could escape. My feet flew
from under me, and after that all is a
blank uhtil a few days ago."
After Aignan's trial and conviction
and sentence to penal servitude for thir
ty years, he admitted the crime.
"I played a bold game," he said, "and
lost If I had had more time I would
have possessed the whole estate.''
distress. When we got on to the hill I
was sure the voice came from the swamp
we had left As fast as logs, bogs, and
ravines would let us we advanced toward
the spot where we had been talking
about canals. I heard someone speak
ing, but could not make out the words,
and the scrub was so thick I could not
"At last I caught sight of a little girl,
and it went to my heart to see her so
thin and woe-begone, but I could not
believe it waB Clara Crosbie, or that she
could have lived so long. The little
creature was tottering towards us in her
ulster, without shoes or stockings on, but
quite sensible. She said, "I want to go
home to my mother. I have been lost
three weeks." She was so weak that
she could scarcely stand. I jumped off
my horse, put my coat around her, and
took her up in ray arms. She said Bhe
wanted a drink, but I wished to hasten
oacit 10 me camp with her. as I was
afraid she might go off. It would have
been terrible for her to have died in my
arms after all she had suffered and I had
found her. She said she had lived in a
tree and used to go for water, but that
she had been too weak to go for any for
two days, and I could quite believe it
She said her clothes were it the tree, but
we did not btay to look for them, but
Btarted home at once. Mr. Smith went
on to bring some tea, and, although he
can't ride, I never saw a man go across
country in better atile,as if there was such
a thing a breaking his neck in such a
tangle. He met me halfway, but I had
given the little thing a drink out of my
hat before that. Didn't she lap it up
eagerly, and then talked all the more
about how she wandered away and
crossed the creek and found the hollow
tree, and got too frightened and too tired
to travel any more. We gave her some
tea and toast, and when we got to the
camp the cuok said he saw a man who
was lost in New Zeland, and the doctor
gave v him Borne oatmeal with some
brandy in it But Clara smelt some
pork and potatoes and she did beg hard
for some of that dinner. I believes she
thinks me hard to this day. Afte sh
had eaten a little and now that she felt
quite safe and the excitement was over,
he began to look worse than when we
first found her. We could see the
ravages which hunger and exposure had
made, but considering what she had
gone through, she was wonderful chirpy.
sue Kept asking to De laten to Her
mother in the blankets of six of the
bays, for every man wanted to have a
share in wrapping her up, and when she
was washed and put to bed by Mrs.
Claxton at the hotel, which was nearer
than her mother's house. She has been
improving every since but you will see
her for yourself by and by, and get her
to talk to 70U. In a week she will be as
right as ever, but it was a close shave.
I don't think she would have lasted an
other night, as tke next night a stiff
fro$t was on and she had got too weak to
go to the creek for the waterupon which
she lived. How she lived God knows.
I have seen men used to hardships
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Funny and Some That Are Nor.
BOOT AND SHOEMAKER.
knock under in a fourth of the time
And think of the loneliness and the
wilderness of the place where she was
found. It was enough to drive a child
like ner mad. She's a living wonder.' "
Sober passenger, angrily Look where
yon step, man!
Tipsy passenger, apologetically Yes,
1 ao, tne tr-trouble is to hie step
where I look.
HELPING HIM OU P.
New York Sun,
Young Featherly (at a late hour)
Keally, Miss Clara, it's very anoying, but
I had it on the tip of my tongue but a
moment ago. I was about to sav to say
er, singular, but it seems to have es
Miss Clara (coming to his assistance)
Possibly you were abGUt to say "good
night, ' Mr. Featherly?
THE MOTHER OF IT.
Father You are not sending George
any money, 1 nope. At the rate h& 13
spending money his education will cost
more than it will be worth. He resorts
to all sorts of excuses to get money.
Mother But this money is for an actual
necessity. He writes me that he is just
beginning to study German and must
have a German student lamp right away.
SO NEAR AND YET SO FAR.
Dainty dude Melinda, how did vou
like my serenade last night?
Melinda I didn't like your position.
"My position? My attitude, you
"No, your position. You were not fai
enough away for me not to hear you,
and you were not close enough for me to
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tOSTIN THIS BUSH.
"If you think you can bear the news
which he has" to reveal," said the
doctor, solemnly, "to-morrow you shall
have the opportunity of doing so."
She pledged her word to De calm and
to give way to no foolish excitement,
whereupon Dr. Turbigne said:
"It will be desirable to have your eon-in-law,
Aignan, present, as the only
male member of the family, and I
must, therefore, ask you to invite him to
be at the chateau to-morrow at noon
"When the time came, Dr. Turbigne
accompanied Mme. Louard and Aignan
from tne ante room to the bed room oc
cupied by Buchy. and made them wait
He entered the bedroom and was ab
sent only a few minutes. On his re
turn he led Mme. Louard into the pres
ence ot her son, requesting Aignan to re
to remain behind until summoned.
Buchy sat in-an easy chair, wrapped
in a dressing gown, and looking hale
and rational. His features were com-1 response of that low yet piercing note of
A Young fiirl's Terrible experience in Auh
tralia. Melbourne Argus.
A special correspondent of the Argus
gives the following graphic account of
the hnding of a young girl,Clara Croshie,
who had been lost in the bush for three
weeks: "It was on the. twentieth day
after the girl left Mrs. Haines'house that
a couple of friends started out to look for
a horse which had stiayed in the ranges.
J. C. Curwan, a farmer and contractor pi
Warburton, who has been fourteen years
in the district and knows his way about,
was accompanied in this Quest bv Wil
liam Smith, a piano forte tuner of Kew,
who was on a tour through the district
They struck the Cockatoo creek, and as
they watched the furbid stream flowing
through the oozy bed of a large morass,
Mr. Curwan began to expatiate upon the
ad vantages ofjcanals for drainage purposes
with as much fervor as the late Hugh
McColl used to praise canals for irriga
tion purposes. The friends erew bo in
terested in the subject that they got off
their horses to discuss it, and they were
scon deep in the history of the Suez ca
nal and that of its engineer, DeLesseps.
nen remounting and skirting the
swamps, they were riding rapidly away,
when Mr. Smith found the head of a
starved domestic cat, which had yainly
sought succor in a hole in a tree. Mr.
Curwan obliged his "town chum," as he
calls him, by waiting till Mr. Smith once
more left his saddle, and with a stick
fully disentomed the feline victim of
misplaced confidence in the nutritive re
sources of the Lilydale bush.
"He was just mounting again when a
low sound like a young blackbird's
whistle caught the acute ear of the ex
perienced bushman by his side. 'Hish,'
said Mr. Curwan. "What's that?' Again
the wailing, plaiuave note was borne
soltly on the breeze. It was enough this
time. Mr.Curwan was sure it was a coo-e-e.
'I never.' be say e, 'hear a coo-e-e
twice in the bush without answering it
I answered it and the soft, weak voice
came to us again, just a little louder. I
was8ure something was wrong, but I
could not say where the sound came
from because of the echo of the hills. I
galloped up the rise in front of us and
coo-e ed now and again. Every time we
coo-e-ed indeed, oftener we got the
An Interesting Cemetery.
Washington Correspondent of the Philadelphia New.
In wandering through "Oak Bill" cem
etery, on the banks of the beautiful Eock
creek near Washington the other day, I
came across the grave of as gallant a
man as ever drew a sword in defense of
his country. Commodore George Up
shur Morris died tenyears ago at the age
of.forty-five years. He was the man
who literally "nailed to the mast our
holy flag," and went down with his ship,
"the Cumberland," rather than surren
der to the rebel foe. That wonderful
fight in Hampton Eoads, between the
Merrimac and Cumberland, will be re
membered as long as history lasts.
George H. Boker, the Philadelphia noet.
has immortalized Morris in his stirring
lyric, "On Board the Cumberland:"
"Stand to your guns, men!" Morris cried.
Small need to pass the word,
Our men at quarters ranged themselves
Before the gun was heard.
And then began the sailors' jests:
V hat thing Is that? I say
A 'longshore meeting house adrift
Is standing down the bay.
A frown came over Morris's face.
The strange dark craft he knew.
"That is the iron Merrimac,
Manned by a rebel crew.
"So shot your guns ani point them straight;
Before the day goes by,
We'll try of what her mettle's made,"
A chter was our reply.
I need not repeat the rest of the noem.
It eloquently tells the story of the" fight
until the ship
Lurched to port and gave a living groan.
Morris was about thirty years of age
when he fought his ship to the end
against such fearful odds. Congress
gave him a medal and promoted him
over the heads of other officers. But for
the fact that his health failed him short
ly after that conflict he would have writ
ten his name higher up on the scroll of
fame during the remaining years of the
His grave is marked by a beautiful
monument of marble representing a
broken pillar enclasped by a wreath.
Fresh rosebuds are strewn across the
mound every twenty-four hours, and the
stricken widow, whose grief will not be
assuaged, visits the last resting place of
her gal ant husband every day, veiled in
heavy black crape, and weeps and
watches over his dreamless slumbers.
Watered with her tears and covered
with earth's beautiful flowers, the hero
of the Cumberland sleeps until the final
awakening. Around the base of the
monument is a bed of lilies of the valley,
and ivy begins to entwine itself around
the cold marble and creep upward to the
OTHER DISTINGUISHED DEAD.
Jefferson owns a lot in this beautiful
cemetery, and has a child buried within
its gates. Perhaps the confederate lead
er may want to sleep his eternal slum
ber in such a magnificent city of the
dead, but then the bones of the great war
secretary, Edwin M. Stanton, repose
near his lot General John H. Eaton,
Jackson's secretary of war, who -died
rive years before the sound of march
ing feet broke the stillness of the Poto
mac's banks in fratricidal strife, lies bur
ied here. His handsome wife, "Peggy
O'Nfeil," who dissolved the cabinet of
Old Hickory, and who, long after Gen.
Eaton's death, married an Ital ian dancing
master young enough to be her grand
son, lies in another portion of the ceme
tery apart from General Eaton, who, by
the way, was ner second Husband. Sne
A YOUTHFUL SOCIALIST.
Philanthropist Here, here. Stop
that. What are you doing to your little
Boy Ain't doing nothin.'
"Why does he cry so then?"
"Cause I took his candy away from
"But didn't you have some candy
"Yes, but I eat it all up."
'That gives you no right to rob your
"Yes it do. I am a socialist, I am."
THE WRONG SIDE.
"What is your occupation?" the judge
asked the seeay7Te"d-nosed man.
"I'm a bar-tender, your honor," was
"But the officer swears you're a loafer
and pass the greater part of your time in
"Don't a bar-tender pass most of his
time in saloons?"
'True," mused the judge. "By the
way," he asked, "which side of the bar
do you tend?"
"The outside, your honor."
"I thought so," said thje judge; "three
Chronic Diseases and Diseases of
Women and Children Specialties.
Medicines all furnished. No Drug Store Billa
ELI PERKIN8 IN RICHMOND.
Further on we came to a very large
building and a very ancient building.
"Is that a tobacco factory, too?" I
asked the driver.
"No sah, dat's a meetin' house, Bah;
dat's whar Patrick Henry made his
great speech, sah."
"What did Patrick say?" I asked.
"Why, he done eay, 'Gib me Liberty
or giv me Death.' "
"Well, which did they give him?"
"Dey guv him bof, Bab, bof."
New York Sun,
Young artist (to friend who has re
cently furnished bachelor's apartment)
onariie, dear Doy, 1 admire your
taste. I see you have a little thing of
mine hanging there.
Friend No, did you paint that?
Young artist Yes; I am proud to say
that it's from my brush.- By the way,
Charlie, if it's a fair question, what did
the dealer charge you for it?
Friend Well er, to tell the truth,
old man, the dealer threw the picture
KEEPING UP HIS CORRESPONDENCE.
Texas Sif lings.
An Austin business man was cleaning
out his desk the other day, and tearing
up old letters, when the colored porter,
who was in the ofhee, spoke up and said:
"Boss, gimme one ob dem letters."
"What do you want it for?"
"I promised to write a letter to my old
mammy in Norf Car'lina, but as I hasn't
Iarned to write yit, I can jess send her
one ob dem letters you hain't got no use
for; hit will make her feel good, hit wil."
The gentleman gave the affectionate
son a patent medicine, anti-fat circular,
which was duly mailed and addressed.
A GOOD 8TORT REVISED.
That there is a proper time and place
to sneeze, and when it can be profitably
done, is evinced by the conduct of a
young ensign, poor and friendless, of the
English army. He was once attending
a grand ball, and stood near the duch
ess. She inadvertently uttered an enor
mous sneeze in fact, a snort calculated
to bring on her the ridicule of the as
sembled guests. The young ensign took
in the situation, re-echoed the refrain,
and, grasping his nose as if to throttle
the sneeze, rushed from the room, leav
the guests to suppose that he was the
offender. The next day he received a
captain's commission from the duchess'
husband, with a line from the lady that
J3- I will also do all kinds of Dental Work at
H R. WILCOX. M.D.
Resides in old school building, northeast corner
of the Park.
A favorite nrescrintlon of nnn nf h
most noted and successful specialists in the U. 8,
mow tetireu; lor me cure 01 Mervottm JOoiUty,
Xjost Manhood, Jt'ealm earn and Decay. Sent
in pi ai n sealed en veloperee. Druggistscan flU it
Address DR. WARD & CO., Louisiana, Mo. .
County vs, District Uniformity
Topeka (Kan.) Commonwealth.
A few weeks since The Commonwealth
called attention to the law enacted by
our last legislature, permitting a county
uniformity of text-books, which- article
we find attracted so much attention that
we again refer to the same subject.
Under the provisions of this law the
school Districts of any county may at the
annual District meeting, August 13th. or
at any subsequent annual meeting
thereafter signify their desire for a uni
formity of text-books throughout the
schools of the county, and when such a
desire has been expressed by a maioritv.
01 me i j Bin cia 01 a county a committee
will be chosen and a list of books recom
mended. The fact that our law-makers who gave
the subject careful consideration made
the law permimve and not compuUary,
implies two sides to the question and
Bhould receive the careful attention of
the voters of Districts before they vote
for county uniformity. Ever since the
organization of a public school system in
Kansas, the District has formed the
unit in all matters pertaining to the
management of the school. Under the
provisions of a law passed in 1879 the
school Districts throughout the state,
adopted a series of books to be used for
five years. At the expiration of this
period, which was last vear. many Dis
tricts changed books and introduced a
new series; while others readopted the
same books that had been in use for
five years. As a result of this independ
ent action the Districts of a county have
several different series of books.
For these Districts to pass from this
system to county uniformity, signifies a
heavy expense that must fall on rich
and poor alike. - School book publishing
houses and their representatives would
enjoy such a change, but the people
must consider their own interest.
You may conceive of Benefits to be
derived from county uniformity that
would justify this expense. Hso, then
it is clearly your duty to vote for county
uniformity. But if on the other hand
you are not willing to take so important
a matter from your own District officers
and place it in the hands of a commit
tee who may have no financial respon
sibility it will be well for you to vote
against a change should the question
come up for consideration at your annual
The education of our children, th
management of our schools, the beat
methods of selecting and fnmiat.-
ine text books are nnaatinTia
that are at best perplexing. There is a
spirit of unrest that pervades the entire
body politic in relation to the question
of public schools. We may even go
further, and say this spirit of unrest
of dissatisfaction with things that art
seems to be one of man's inherent prin
ciples. "7U said that frafl inconstant raaa
?? with what k uT
Xaeh thinks ae caalnotlicnnaa
A pnlawg amora para than an."
In considering thla anticm nf r.r,i-
line from the lady that mitr tnd rh.i akAv. .. 2StT
first married Purser Timberlake, of the "it was an ill sneeze that did nobody ahonld be guarded by reason rathaTS-.
anygoocu' inflotnosd by a spirit of unrest. "