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THE NATIONAL TBIBUNE: WASHINGTON, D. C, OCTOBER 1, 1881.
A TRYING DAY.
BY ALEXINA FIDGET.
There arc days of bitter anguish,
Dark with tempest and with tears,
" Dies ira?,M fierce and fiery,
That brand all coming years ;
Days whose more than martyr triumph,
"Well may wake the poet's lay ;
But what pen has told the story
Of a "prosy trying day?"
When the air is raw and chilly,
And the sky is over cast,
And the golden, gladsome sunshine
Seems a memory of the past.
When your breakfast is afailure,
And your cook is in the " dumps,"
And your next door neighbor warns you
All her children have the "mumps."
When your good man rises moody
About something in his "shares,"
And the baby opens business
By a tumble down the stairs.
When the milk is sure to sour,
And the china sure to break,
And your nurse to lose a "cousin,"
And " av eoorse go see him wake ! "'
When your Johnny tears his jacket
Where no hand can hide the rent;
And you miss your umbrella,
And remember it is lent.
Wrhen your " new improved Domestic "
Gets the dickens in its stitch,
And you work your nerves about it
To a very concert pitch.
When your rooms are all confusion,
And your hair is out of crimp,
And the baby yelling madly
Like a very little imp ;
And yo . husband's dearest mother,
In her kind maternal way,
Drops in, just to see the children,
And to spend a " quiet day."
We have Faith to guide us upward
Through this darksome vale of tears ;
We have Hope to cheer and help us
Through life's sorrows and life's fears ;
We have Love that wins the battle
Against danger, death, despair;
But there do come days when woman
Wants to be a man, and swear,
A CURIOUS COLLECTION,
The Military Institution of the United States,
which was organized in June, 1S7S, lias estab
lished at its headquarters, on Governors Island,
a museum of objects not wholly but chiefly mili
tary, which is unique in its way. General Han
cock is president of the institution, and Captain
J. M. Sanno, of the Seventh Infantry, is curator
of the museum. Captain Sanno related to a New
York reporter recently the history of some of the
"We arrange them in five distinct classes,"
said Captain Sanno; "arms and armor, the
various articles taken from our American Indians,
battle-flags, pictures (including portraits of many
distinguished generals), and trophies and relics.
The most unique thing ar.ong the arms is No.
223, a pair of muzzle-loading, flint-lock pistols,
with a spring bayonet attachment. They were
made in London about a hundred years ago. If
you failed to kill your man with the bullet yon
touched this spring, and the bayonet, which lies
along the top of the barrel, flew up and extended
itself rigidly six inches in front of the muzzle.
Then you finished your man with cold steel."
" Then there are those Washington vignettes,"
said the Captain, " which Miss Worth has lent us."
The "vignettes are letters four inches high, form
ing the name of Washington, each letter display
ing pictorially some notable incident in Washing
ton's life. The vignettes lie on an extremely
ancient-looking carved card table, with hollows
for the "fish" or counters, which was frequently
used by General Washington, and is one of a pair
presented by him in 1782 to Judge Berrien, of
Rocky Hill, N. J. "Nothing in the museum,"
said Captain Sanno, "is more fully authenticated
than this table. Washington's farewell address,
by the way, was written at Rocky Hill !
"This faded tassel," Captain Sanno went on,
" was taken from the canopy over the speaker's
chair of the Confederate congress on the day of
the evacuation of Richmond. These two old
fashioned horse-pistols, with flint locks, people
generally take to be relics of the war of the Rev
olution. As a matter of fact they were found in
the possession of an officer of the Confederate
army, who was taken prisoner in the late war.
It is a fact, sir, that the man had come into bat
tle with those primitive pistols. I suppose they
served his great-grandfather, and he thought they
would suffice for him."
"What are these old papers?" asked the re
porter, pointing to some yellow looking printed
sheets lying in a glass case.
" They are copies of Bushe's Philadelphia Au
rora, published September 4, 1799, and the Genius
of Liberty, published July 11, lfc'09. In the same
case are two old legal documents. One, signed
by Santa Anna, was captured in the war with
Mexico in 1S47, the other is an old conveyance
bearing date 1787, and signed by Patrick Henry.
What do you think of that for calligraphy?"
Patrick Henry had signed the conveyance in a
copper-plate hand resembling the " book-keeper's
hand " of the present day.
Lying in a case were two bullets socketed to
gether. "We call them the twin bullets from
Waterloo," said Captain Sanno. " One is English
and the other French. It is evident that they
must have met in mid-air during the battle."
"What is there remarkable about this bent
gun-barrel ? "
" The musket to which the barrel belonged was
one of a stack belonging to the Ninety -sixth
Pennsylvania Volunteers, struck by a shell at
Spottsyl vania Court-house, Ya., May 9, 1864. The
barrel was bent into its present shape by the
shell, which at the same time discharged the
other muskets, killing six officers and men."
"And this curious looking cradle?"
" It was captured by the late Lieutenant Ilenly,
Sixth Cavalry, in an affair with the Cheyennes.
A chance bullet passed through the cradle, killed
the pappoose, and then slew the mother. These
are Apache playing cards (spreading out several
squares of solid pasteboard, adorned with rudely
drawn designs.) There are forty in a pack. An
Apache card-player would gamble away his
grandmother with the most affectionate resigna
tion. Here (turning to a sort of skin or fur cape,
from which depended a great many thin locks of
dark hair, from four to eight inches in length), is
the war dress of an Indian chief. Each piece of
hair is from the head of a different warrior under
his command. Whenever the chief dons this
dress it means war, and the owners of the various
locks of hair hastily arm themselves and follow
him without a question. These two curious
looking affairs are pipes. One was formerly the
property of One-Eye-Ten-Bears, and was smoked
in council by that Comanche chief. The other
solaced the idle hours of Red Cloud, the cele
brated Sioux leader."
" Where did that cutlass come from ?"
"That is an Fist India weapon, and was pre
sented to an American gentleman by Jung Baha
dur, Prince of Nepaul."
Among the portraits which adorn the walls are
those of Washington, Napoleon, Generals Scott,
Sherman, Sheridan, Hancock, Worth, Gibson,
Brown, and Atkinson. Yisitors are always made
welcome to the museum.
ASSASSINS IN HISTORY,
From the Philadelphia Times.
Assassination, though the most hideous of
crimes, seems to have held its place through all
the generations of men with whom history deals.
The sacred episodes are lurid with the slaughter
of rulers and patriarchs. Nor is it less curious
that in literature the highest order of intellect,
the most moving dramas and the most striking
poems have made regicide, by private or .public
hands, the motive of the sublimest expression of
human intellect. Assassination has always been
the rule in Oriental countries. In the most of
chronicle and legend m aking up the history of Per
sia, Arabia, and China, it is almost impossible to
read a page unsoiled by the records of a ruler mur
dered. There is one assassination which has for
eight centuries survived the obliterating effects
of passion and time the murder of Thomas
a Becket. It was preceded by a fierce strife for
mastery on the part of the King, Henry II, and
the resolute and warlike Bishop of Canterbury.
The quarrel was a curious and scandalous one.
In his youth Becket had been the hale companion
of the King. They had wassailed together in
many a fierce bout, but so soon as he was created
Archbishop of Canterbury prim ate of England
the warrior and courtier changed into the church
man. In those days the clergy held themselves
equal, if not superior, to King and State. It was
in this quarrel of precedence that Becket was first
driven from his diocese into exile, and finally,
on his return, became the martyr of many genera
tions of churchmen. The King had long felt the
presence of the Archbishop irksome. The com
mon people adored the Bishop, and detested the
King's policy. But more than this the intrepid
prelate held suspended over the King's head the
awful threat of excommunication, which par- j
alyzed his forces and made him an object of horror
to his own people.
A council of the barons was called and Henry
found them willing enough to advise him as he
wished. " The only way to deal with such a fel
low," said one, "is to plait a few withes in a rope
and have him up to a gallows." In the midst of
the council, however, it was observed that four
of the King's knights were missing Reginald
Fitzurse, William Tracy, Hugh Morville, and
William Brito. It was remembered that they
had heard the King's words about the insolent
priest, and becoming alarmed for the conse
quences, Henry sent off the Earl of Mandeville
and some others with orders to overtake them
and arrest the Archbishop. In the meantime
Becket had been keeping Christmas and preach
ing his last sermon on the text, " Peace on earth
and good will to men."
He received the King's emissaries with his
clergy about him, and they began to threaten
him in the name of the King and order him to
leave the kingdom. He must fully have under
stood the meaning of all this ; but he stood firm
and quietly answered all their railing. They
then told him his doings should recoil on his own
head, and on his replying that he was ready to
suffer martyrdom, they noisily left the room,
Fitzurse shouting out, " Ho ! clerks and monks,
in the King's name, seize that man and hold him
till justice is done."
"You will find me here," answered Becket,
standing by the door.
The knights had gone back to arm themselves
and join their retainers. In the meantime the
terrified clergy fastened all the doors of the
monastery and besought the Archbishop to take
shelter in the church ; but he seemed the only
person present who had no fear, and replied that
he would not flee; he would remain where he
was. At last he was persuaded to come into
church, as it was the hour for vespers, and set off,
with the cross borne before him.
"My lord, my lord! they are arming!" cried
one frightened monk ; and another brought word
that they were upon them, Robert de Broc hav
ing shown them the way through the orchard.
Still Becket was calm, and as the monks tried to
drag him into the church he stood at the door,
saying: "Go on with the holy service. As long
as you are afraid of death I will not enter."
They proceeded and he advanced up the aisle.
As he was going up the steps to the altar there
was a rush of monks into the church, for Regi
nald Fitzurse, with a drawn sword, had just come
through the cloister door, the other murderers
following. Becket turned on seeing the monks
trying to bolt and bar the church doors. " It is
not right," said he, "to make a fortress out of the
house of prayer. It can protect its own, even if
its doors are open. We shall conquer our enemies
by suffering, not by fighting."
The vespers ceased; the clergy threw them
selves on the altars for protection; the Arch
bishop stood alone with one eanon, with Fitz
stephen and Edward Grim, a priest who had
come to visit him. In rushed the band of armed
men, crying out: "Where is the traitor, Thomas
Becket ? " To this he made no answer ; but when
the cry was: "Where is the Archbishop?" he
came down the steps, saying: "Here I am; no
traitor, but a priest of the Lord. What would
you of me?"
"Absolve those you have excommunicated."
" They have not repented and I will not."
" Then you shall die."
"I am ready, for the Lord's sake, but in the
name of Almighty God I forbid you to harm
these, whether priests or laymen."
"Flee or you are a dead man," cried one, strik
ing him with the back of his sword and unwill
ing, apparently, to slay him in the church. They
tried to push him away from the pillar against
which he was standing, but in vain. Becket was
a tall, powerful man, expert in the use of weapons.
Had he snatched a sword from one of these, he
might have saved his life, but temporal arms he
had long since laid aside, and he only stood still,
clasped his hands in prayer and commended his
soul to his God. Reginald Fitzurse began to
fear that people might break in to his rescue
and struck a blow which wounded his head, as
well as the arm of Edward Grim, who fled to the
altar, but Becket did not move hand or foot
only, as the blood flowed from his face, he said:
"In the name of Christ and for the defense of the
Church I am ready to die." Tracy struck him
again twice on the head: he staggered, and as he
was falling the fourth stroke, given by Brito,
cleft off the top of his skull with such violence
that the sword broke against the pavement.
The murderers, after making sure of his death,
left the church. The monks took up his corpse,
unwounded, save the crown of his head, which
was shattered to pieces above his tonsure, and
laid it out on the high altar, deeming that he had
indeed been a sacrifice and weeping as they be
held the beauty of his peaceful expression, as if
he had calmly fallen asleep. They folded out
wards the hair-cloth shirt he had always worn
secretly, and as the blood still trickled from the
wound it was caught in a dish.
The threats of Randolph de Broc obliged them
to bury him in haste the next morning, and they
were strictly forbidden to place his coffin among
those of the former Archbishops a command
which they obeyed, from the dread that other
wise his remains might be insulted. They had
not long to fear. Europe rang with horror at the
crime, and admiration, rather than compassion,
for the victim. No one was more shocked than
the King himself, who was at Bure, in Normandy,
when the news reached him. For three days he
remained shut up in his room, taking no food and
seeing no one, in an agony of grief and dismay at
the consequence of his hasty words, and dwelling
on those days of early friendship which he had
passed with the murdered Becket. Not till these
first paroxysms of grief were over was he even
able to think of the danger he was in, and he
then sent off an embassy to explain to the Pope
how far he was from intending the bloody deed
and to entreat forgiveness.
He was at a loss how to treat the murderers.
He could not punish what his own words had
been supposed to authorize and he dared not let
them escape, lest he should be supposed to be
their defender. He therefore let them reap the
benefit of the liberties for which Becket had
died. Their crime was done on the person of a
clerk; therefore it was left to the censures of the
They had in the meantime fled to Morville's
eastle, in Cumberland, where they found them
selves regarded with universal execration. Their
servants shrank from their presence, and in the
exaggerations of tradition it was said that the
very dogs would not approach them.
Overwhelmed with remorse they set out for
Italy, and, dreaded and avoided, as if they bore a
mark like the first "murderer and vagabond,"
they threw themselves at the feet of the Pope and
entreated to know what they should do to obtain
mercy. He ordered them to go on pilgrimage to
Jerusalem, and they all went except Tracy, who?
lingering behind, was seized with a dreadful ill
ness and died at Cosenza. The others all died
within three years, with deep marks of penitence
and Avere buried before the door of the Church of
the Holy Sepulchre.
Henry obtained pardon from the Pope on giv
ing up all attempts at subjecting the Church to the
law of the State and on giving a large sum of
money to maintain two hundred knights for three
years in the Holy Land. He also largely endow
ed Mary and Agnes Becket, the Archbishop's
sisters, with possessions in his newly conquered
domain in Ireland, and one of them became the
ancestress of the noble family of Butler, Earls of
The next year, 1174, Henry II, who was broken
down with grief at the rebellion of his sons, rode
from Southampton to Canterbury without resting,
taking no food but bread and water, entered the
citv and walked through the streets barefoot to
the cathedral and into the crypt, where he threw
himself prostrate on the ground, while Gilbert
Folliot preached to the people. In the chapter
house Henry caused each of the clergy present,
to the number of eighty, to strike him over the
shoulders with a knotted cord, and afterwards
spent the whole night beside the tomb.
ANECDOTE OF O'CONNELL.
In atrial at Cork for murder, the principal wit
ness swore strongly against the prisoner. He par
ticularly swore that a hat, found near the place
of the murder, belonged to the prisoner, whose
name was James.
"By virtue of your oath, are you sure that this
is the same hat ? "
" Did you examine it carefully before you swore
in your information it was the prisoner's?"
" Now, let me see," said O'Connell, as he took
up the hat, and began to examine it carefully in
the inside. He then spelled out the name of
James slowly, in this manner :
" J-a-m-e-s. Now, do you mean to say that
this word was in the hat when you found it?"
" Did you see it there ? "
"And it is the same hat?"
" Now, my lord," said O'Connell, holding up
the hat to the bench, "there is an end to the
case, there is no name whatever inscribed in the
The sweetest cordial we receive at last,
Is conscience of our virtuous actions past.
Tis late before
The brave despair.
The broadest mirth unfeeling folly wears
Is not so sweet as virtue's very tears.
There is strength
Deep bedded in our hearts, of which we reckon
But. little till the shafts of heaven have pierced
Its fragile dwelling. Hcmans.
The brightest rainbows ever play
Above the fountains of our tears. Mackey.
BALTIMORE'S LAST SENSATION.
Particulars reached Baltimore recently of an
exceedingly interesting and romantic case in Wil
mington, Delaware. Thomas Patterson, brother
of United States District Attorney Patterson, who
disappeared from Baltimore, after bidding his
young and lovely wife adieu, some fifteen years
ago, and was long supposed to have been dead,
has appeared at Grand Rapids, Michigan. Mrs.
Patterson is the daughter of Mr. E. L. Rice, Jr., a
wealthy citizen of Wilmington. Patterson's ab
sence, after saying "good by" to his wife, was
unexplained until his relatives read in a newspa
per the description of an unknown man who had
been found dead in Erie, Pa. The body was sub
sequently identified by a brother of Patterson as
that of the missing man, the letters T. P. in India
ink on his arm being to him conclusive evidence.
The body was interred in the family lot in Wil
mington, and the tomb cared for and adorned
with flowers, which were tenderly watered by
the tears of the supposed widow. The discov
eries just made show that Patterson, after falling
into disreputable habits, went to Texas and was
captured by the Indians. He subsequently
escaped and made his way to Michigan, where he
amassed a comfortable fortune. A short time ago
Mrs. Patterson, who still resides with her parents
in Wilmington, was surprised to receive an en
velope bearing the postmark of Grand Rapids,
and at once recognized the handwriting of her
husband. The discovery at first seemed like a
dream, but when the seal was broken and she
hurriedly glanced at the signature her fond hopes
were fully realized. It conveyed the joyful in
telligence that Mr. Thomas Patterson is a pros
perous merchant of a large city in Michigan; the
communication further stated that the writer had
years ago discarded all his bad habits, was lead
ing the exemplary life of an honest, temperate
man, and that by strict attention to business he
had accumulated a fortune. It is understood
that he will return to Wilmington. Mrs. Patter
son is still a beautiful woman, and has had many
suitors for her hand since the supposed death of
her husband, all of whom, of course, she declined.
A NEW TUNNEL UNDER MONT BLANC,
The construction of another great Alpine tun
nel which should bring Paris and the north of
France into more direct communication with
Italy thau is afforded by the existing tunnel
through Mont Cenis is under consideration with
the French government, the projects including
not only one through Mont Blanc, but also
through the Simplon or the Great St. Bernard.
It is not likely, however, that the latter will meet
with much encouragement. The tunnel under
the Simplon would be 60,719 feet long, while that
under Mont Blanc is only 44,292 feet. As com
pared with other Alpine tunnels, Mont Cenis is
40,093 feet and St. Gothard 4S,952 feet The
Simplon would, therefore, be longest of all ; but
on the other hand, it would be on a lower level
than the others, the entrance at Brieg being only
2,333 feet and that at Iselle 2,253 feet above the
sea level. The entrance to the Mont Blanc tun
nel would be 2,345 feet at Montquart, and 4,215
feet at Entreves above the sea level. The Bar
donneche entrance to Mont Cenis is 3,970 feet
and that at Modaue 3,799 feet, while in the case
of the St. Gothard tunnel the northern entrance
at Gceschenon is 3,638 feet, and the southern, at
Airolo, 3,756 feet above the sea. Thus the Mont
Cenis tunnel is shorter, 330 feet higher than the
Mont Blanc, while the Simplon would be about
half as long again,, but about 1,000 feet lower.
Supposing that the operations would be con
ducted at the same rate as they have been at St.
Gothard, the boring will take 4,218 days, or work
ing at both ends, 2,109 nearly six years. The
total sum for the execution of the work is esti
mated at 54 millions of francs (St. Gothard
having cost 54 millions) though this amount
would only apply to the actual piercing of the
tunnel, and a large additional sum would be re
quired for the laying down of the line, the ap
proaches, &c. The distance between Paris and
Brindisi would be shortened by about twenty
four miles, but the real benefit that both France
and Italy would reap would be in the great fa
cilities for the interchange of commerce between
the two countries. London Times.
A STRANGE TRIBE OF INDIANS,
Looking on the map of NeAv Mexico, on the
eastern confines of Arizona, in latitude 34 and
longitude 100, you will see the country of the
Zunies. These Indians are white as any other
people, have light flaxen hair, and the Indian
ladies might even be considered blonde beauties.
Some of them have red eyes albinos. The
women have regular, pretty features; are very
modest, gentle, moral, and truthful as also are
the men. They are intelligent, cultivate their
corn and cereals, and always have on hand
stored and a stock for several years ahead a
sufficient supply for their community. They are
not a warlike race. After the Navahoes, their
more warlike neighbors, conquered them, or per
haps before, they built their village or town in
the form of a hollow square, as a quasi-fortress.
Into this hollow square they lead their flocks
and herds at night, shut the gate, climb up by
ladders to the roof of their adobe houses, haul up
the ladders and go to sleep in confident security.
The entrance to their dwellings is only by the
roof like the Indians of Taos and other places
in New Mexico as a means of safety. Their
worship is a mixture of idolatry and Catholicism,
so far as could be ascertained. They worship a
very ancient picture of the Transfiguration, the
origin of which they know not and have no tra
dition. Unlike the Navahoes or Navajoes, their
neighbors, they are a peaceful, simple race, but
are dwindling away, and soon will become ex
tinct, especially as they intermarry other mar
riages being strictly prohibited. Port Chester
WE CAN'T HOLD A CANDLE TO IT,
The following is said to be a literal copy of an
order placed in the guardroom of the officers'
guard at Aldershot, England, under the direction
of the present economical government: "'The
officer on guard is informed that, during the sum
mer months, he is not entitled to a whole candle
daily, that a portion (l-5th) must be left to his
successor, otherwise on every fifth day there will
be no candle for the officer on guard."
When the fox preaches beware of your geese.
This Claim House Estafr
lished in 1865!
GEORGE E. LEMON,
OFFICES 015 Fifteenth St., (Citizens' National Bant,)
WASHINGTON, D. C.
P. O. Drawer 325.
If wounded, injured, or have contracted any disease,
however slight the disability, apply at once. Thousands
Widows, minor children, dependent mothers, fathers,
and minor brothers and sisters, in the order named, are
War of 1812.
All surviving officers and soldiers of this war, whether
in the Military or Naval service of the United States, who
served fourteen (14) days; or, if in a battle or skirmish,
for a less period, and the widows of such who have not
remarried, are entitled to a pension of eight dollars a
month. Proof of loyalty is no longer required in these
Increase of Pensions.
Pension laws are more liberal now than formerly, and
many are now entitled to a higher rate than they receive.
From and after January, 18S1, 1 shall make no charges
for my services in claims for increase of pension, where no
new disability is alleged, unless successful in procuring
Restoration to Pension Roli.
Pensioners who have been unjustly dropped from the
pension roll, or whose names have been stricken there
from by reason of failure to draw their pension for a pe
riod of three years, or by reason of re-enlistment, may
have their pensions renewed by corresponding with this
from one regiment or vessel and enlistment in another,
is not a bar to pension in cases where the wound, disease,
or injury was incurred while in the service of the United
States, and in the line of duty.
Survivors of all wars from 1790, to March 3, 1855, and
certain heirs are entitled to one hundred and sixty acres
of land, if not already received. Soldiers of the late war
Land warrants purchased for cash at the highest mar
ket rates, and assignments perfected.
Prisoners of War.
Ration money promptly collected.
Amounts due collected without unnecessary delay.
Such claims cannot be collected without the furlough.
Horses Lost in Service.
Claims of this character promptly attended to. Many
claims of this character have been erroneously rejected.
Correspondence in such cases is respectfully invited.
Bounty and Pay.
Collections promptly made.
Property taken by the Army in States
not in Insurrection.
Claims of this character will receive special attention,
provided they were filed before January 1, 1SS0. If not
filed prior to that date they are barred by statute of limi
tation. In addition to the above we prosecute Military and
Naval claims of every description, procure Patents, Trade
Marks, Copyrights, attend to business before the General
Land Office and other Bureaus of the Interior Depart
ment, and all the Departments of the Government.
"We invite correspondence from all interested, assuring
them of the utmost promptitude, energy, and thorough
ness in all matters intrusted to our hands.
GEORGE E. LEMON.
As this'may reach the hands of some persons unac
quainted with this House, we append hereto, as speci
mens of the testimonials in our possession, copies of let
ters from several gentlemen of Political and Military
distinction, and widely known throughout the United
Belvidere, Ilt,., October 24. 1875.
I take great pleasure in recommending Captain George
E. Lejion, now of Washington. D. C, to all persons who
may have claims to settle or other business to prosecute
before the Departments at "Washington. I know him to
be thoroughly qualified, well acquainted with the laws,
and with Department rules in all matters growing out
of the late war, especially in the Paymaster's and Quar
termaster's Offices. I have had occasion to employ him.
for friends of mine, also, in the soliciting of Patents, and
have found him very active, well-informed and success
ful. As a gallant officer during the war, and an hon
orable and successful practitioner, I recommend him
strongly to all who mav need his services.
S. A. IIURLBUT, M. C,
Fourth Congressional District, Illinois.
Late Major-General, U. S. Vols.
Citizens' National. Bank,
Washington, D. C, January 17, 1879.
Captain George E. Lemon, attorney and agent for the
collection of war claims at Washington city is a thor
ough, able, and exceedingly well-informed man of busi
ness, of high character, and entirely responsible. I be
lieve that the interests of all having war claims requiring
adjustment cannot be confided to safer hands.
JNO. A. J. CRESWELL,
W. F. ROACH,
norsE of Representatives,
Washington, D. C, March , 1875.
From several years acquaintance Avith Captain George
E, Lemon of this city, I cheerfully commend him as a
gentleman of integrity and worth, and well qualified to
attend to the collection of Bounty and other claims
against the Government. His experience in that lino
give him superior advantages.
W. P. SPRAGUE, M. C,
Fifteenth District of Ohio.
JAS. D. STRAWBRIDGE, M. C,
Thirteenth District of Pennsylvania.
House of Representatives,
Washington, D. C, March 1, 1878.
We, the undersigned, having an acquaintance with
Captain George E. Lemon for the past few years, and a
knowledge of the systematic manner in which lie con
ducts his extensive business and of his reliability for fair
and honorable dealings connected therewith, cheerfully
commend him to claimants generally.
A. V. RICE, Chairman,
Committee on Invalid Pensions, House Reps.
W. F. SLEMONS, M. C,
Second District of Ark.
W. P. LYNDE, M. C,
Fourth District of Wis.
R. W. TOWNSIIEND, M. C,
Nineteenth District oflU.
Any person desiring information as to my stand
ing and responsibility will, on request, be furnished with
a satisfactory reference in his vicinity or Congressional
A little girl had been playing in the street
until she had become pretty well covered with
dust. In trying to wash it off, she didn't use
water enough to prevent the dust rolling up in
little balls. In her trouble she applied to her
brother, a little older than herself, for a solution
of the mystery. It was explained at once, to
his satisfaction, at least. " "Why, sis, you're made
of dust, and if you don'fc stop, you'll wash your
self all away ! " This opinion, coming from an
elder brother, was decisive, and the washing was