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Yon hillside wita its shafts ofgleaming white,
Bathed in the glory of the setting sun
Hoids many a grave, where, hidden from our
Some loved one sleeps, life's toil and labor
But there are graves above whose slumb'ring
No polished marble rears its stately head,
And where no flagrantflowersabove unfold
To waken pity for the quiet dead.
These are the graves deep down within our
"Where he the hopes and dreams of early
Buried from sight, but signaled bysuch mark,
As only can be made by blood and tears.
Some early love that crowned us in our
And made life glorious for one short, sweet
Some cherished promise, robbed of strength
Crushed in the morning of its new-born
Here is the spot where memory has engraved
The form and face of one we called a friend,
One for whose welfare we would e'en have
Censure and heartache to the very end.
But 'cwas not wisely done, and so we draw
Before the treachery of the smiling eyes
A heavy veil. The cold world if it saw,
Would pioner pity a thousand lies.
So life goes on. We lay the forms away,
Of things we loved, not wisely, but too well
And in the lapse of years we learn to stay
The fretful chanting of their funeral knell.
"We learn to smile befoie tbe smiling thiong,
Although the adder's fangs be deeply set,
And join, peihaps, our voices the song.
To soothe the pain we nevei can forget
And thus we learn to envy the calm rest
Of those who sleep beneath the silent sod
Bound with life's galling chains, we know tis
To bow our heads and pass beneath the red
And when we see the mourners, heavy clad
In robes of black, haggard, with tear-dimmed
We know their lives would be morebnget an
Could they but reason,it is life to die.
Mourn not the slumbering dead, but rather
Blessedare the sleepers. Years may come and
Heads that are biown and gold may turn to
But they are done with earth and tears and
Somewhere, we know, beyond the world of
They will at last have found sweet Lethe's
Some time we'll meet them at God's judge
Where Me is love, and love one long, sweet
Ogden, (Uttea) Freeman.
TBE PEDDLER'S STORY.
A eold winter's night, several years
since, found a stage-load of passengers
gathered around the warm fire ot a tavern
bar-room in a New England Tillage.
Shortly after we arrived, a peddler drove
up and ordered that his horse should be
stabled for the night.
After we had eaten supper, we repair
ed to the bar-rocm, where the conversa
tion flowed freely. Several anecdotes had
been related, and finally the peddler was
asked to give us a story, as men of his
profession were generally full of adven
tures and anecdotes. He was a short,
thick-set man, somewhere about forty
years of age, and gave evidence of great
physical strength. He gave his name as
Lemuel Vinney, and said his home was
in Dover, New Hampshire.
"Well, gentlemen,'' he commenced,
knocking the ashes from his pipe and
putting it in his pocket, ''suppose I tell
you about the last thing of any conse
quence that happened to me. You see I
am now right trom the West, and on my
way home for winter quarters. It was
during the early part of last spring, one
pleasent evening, that I pulled up at the
door of a small village tavern in Hancock
county, Indiana. I said it was a pleasent
I mean warm. I went in and called
for supper and had my horse taken care
of After I had eaten,* I sat down in the
bar-room. It began to ram about eight
o'elock, and it ws very dark out doors.
Now I wanted to be in Jackson the next
morning, for I expected a load of goods
there for me which I intended to dispose
of on my way home.
The moon would rise about mid
night, and I knew if it did not rain I
could get along through the mud very
well after that. So I asked the landlord
if he would see that my horse was fed
about midnight, as I wished to be off at
about two. He expressed some surprise
at this and asked me why I did not stop
for breakfast. I told him that I had
sold my last load about out and that a
new lot of goods was waiting for me at
Jackson, and I wanted to be there be
fore the express agent left in the morning.
"There were a number of persons
sitting round while I told this.'but I
took little notice of them only one ar
rested my attention. I had seen that
week ndtices for the detection of a no
torittus robber. The bill gave a de
scription ot his person, and the man be
fore me answered very well to it. He
was a tall, well-formed man, rather/slight
i in frame, and had the appearance of
gentleman save that his face bore thosa
hard, cruel marks whicli an observing
man cannot mistake for anything but
JI, the index of a villainous disposition.
When I went to my chamber, I ask
d the landlord who that man was. de
scribing the individual. He said he did
not know him. He had ceme that after
noon and intended to leave the next day.
The host asked me why I wished to
know, and I simply told him that the
man's countenance was familiar, and I
merely wished to know if I ever was ac
^jouainted with him.
M.' I was resolved not to let the landlord
tjin the secret, but to give information
"to the sheriff and perhaps he might reach
inn before the villain left, for I had
no doabts with regard to his identity.1
"I had an alarm watch, and having set
it to give the alarm at one o'clock, I went
sleep. I was aroused at the proper
time and immediately rose and dressed
myself. When I reached the yard I found
the clouds all passed away,and the moon
"vas shining brightly. The hostler was
*sily aroused and by twj o'clock I was
on the road. The mud was deep, and
my horse could not travel very fast. How
ever, on we went, and in the course of
half an hour I was clear of the village.
\.t a short distanee ahead lay a large
tract of forest, mostly of great pine. The
j.oad lay directly through this wo6d, and
as near as 1 can remember the distance
wis twelve miles. Yet the moon was in
the east and the road ran nearly west, so
howgM I should have light enough.
bad entered this wood and gone
..f-orjt half a mile when my wagon wheels
fettled with a jump and jerk into a deep
bole. I uttered an exclamation of aston
isment, but that was not all.. I heard
another exclamation from some source.
What could it be? I looked quietly
around but could see nothing, yet I
knew the sound that I heard was very
close to me. As the hind wheels came
up, I felt something besides the jerk from
the hole. I heard something tumble
from one side to the other of my wagon,
and I could also leel the jar occasioned by
the movement. It was simply a man in
my cait! I knew this on the instant
Of course I felt puzzled. At first I im
agined that somebody had taken this
meihod to obtain a lide. My next idea
was that somebody had got in to sleep
there but this passed away as soon as it
came, for no man would have broken into
my cart for that purpose. And that
thought, gentlemen, opened my eyes.
Whoever was there had broken in. My
next thought was of the suspicious indi
vidual I had seen at the tavern. He heard
me say that my load was all sold out, and
of course he supposed 1 had money with
me. In this he was right, for I had over
two thousand dollars. I thought he meant
to leave the cart when he supposed I had
reached a safe place, and then creep over
and shoot me or knock me down. All
this passed through my mind by the time
I had got a rod irom the hole.
"In a few moments my horse was knee
deep in the mud, and I knew I could slip
off without noise. So I drew my pistol
and having twined the reins about the
whipstock, carefully slipped down in the
mud, and as the cart passed on I went
behind and examined the hasp. This door
of the cart lets down, and is
fastened by a hasp, which slips over the
staple and is then secured by a padlock.
The padlock was gone, and the hasp was
secured in its own place by a bit of pine,
so that a slight force from within could
break it. My wheel wrench stood in a
leather pocket on the side of the cart, and
I quickly took it out and slipped it into
the staple, the iron handle just sliding
Now I had him. My cart was all
most new, made of a stout frame of white
oak and made on purpose for hard usage.
I did not believe any ordinary mortal
could break out. I got on to my cart as
noiselessly as I got off, and then urged
my horse on, still keeping my pistol
handy. I knew I should come to a hard
road, and so I allowed my horse to pick
his own way through the mud.
About ten ninutes after this I heard
a motion in the cart, followed by a grind
ing noise, as though some heavy force
was being applied to the door. I said
nothing, but the idea struck me that the
villian might judge where I sat, and
shoot up through the top of the cart at
me so I sat down on the footboard.
Of course I knew my unexpected
passenger was a villin, for he must have
been awake ever since I started, and
nothing in the world but absolute vil
lainy would have caused him to remain
quiet so long, and then start up in this
particular place. The thumping and
pushing erew louder, and pretty soon I
heard a human voice.
Let me out of this!" he yelled pret
I lifted my head so as to make him
think I was in my usual place, and then
asked him what he was doing there.
Let me get out and^I will tell you,'
Tell me what you are in there for.'
I got in here to sleep on the rags,'
How did you get in?' I asked.
Let me out or I'll shoot you through
"Just at that moment my horse's feet
struck the hard road, and I knew that
the rest of the route to Jackson would be
good going, the distance of twelve miles.
I slipped back on the footboard and took
the whip. In fifteen minutes we cleared
the wood, and away we went at a keen
lump. The chap inside kept yelling to
be let out.
"Finally he stopped, and in a few mo
ments came the report of a pistoh-one
twothreefour, one right'after the oth
er. I heardjthe balls whiz over my head.
If I had been on my seat, one of these
balls if not two would have gone through
me. I popped up my head again and
gave a yell, and then I said:
'O God save me!I'm a dead man!'
'-Then I made a shuffling, as though I
was falling off, and finally settled down
on the footboard again. I now urged up
the old mare by giving her an occasional
poke with my whip-stock, and she peeled
faster than ever.
"The man called out to me twice more
pretty soon after this, and as he gocnore
ly made some tremendous efforts to
door open, and as this failed
him he made several attempts on the top.
But I had no fear of his doing anything
there, for the top of the cart is framed
with dovetails, and each sleeper bolted to
the posts with iron bolts. I had it made
so I could carry loads there.
By and by, after all else failed, the
scamp commenced to holler 'Whoa' to
the horse, and kept it up until he became
hoarse. All this time I kept perfectly
quiet, holding the reins firmly, and kept
poking the beast with the stock. We
were not an hour going that dozen miles
not a bit of it I hadn't much fear
perhaps I might tell the truth, and say I
had none, for I had a good pistol, and
more than that my passenger was safe,
yet I was glad when I came to the old
flour-barrel factory that stands at the
edge of Jacksonville, and in ten minutes
more hauled up in front of the tavern,
and found a couple of men in the barn
cleaning down some stage horses.
'Well, old fellow,' said I, as I got
down and went to the back of the wagon,
'youhave had a good ride, haven't you?'
Who are you?' he cried, and he
swore as he asked the question.
'I am the man you tried to shoot,*'
was the reply.
Where am I? Let me out.,
"'Look here we've come to a safe
stopping place, and, mind you, my pistol
is ready for you the moment you show
yourself. Now lie quiet.'
"By this time the two hostlers had
come to see what was the matter, and I
explained the case. After this I got
one of them to run and rout the sheriff,
and tell him what I believed I'd got for
him. The first streaks of dav light were
just coming up, and in half an hour it
would be broad day light. In less than
that time the shiriff came and two men
with him. I told him the whole affairra
a few words, and then made for the cart.
He told the chap inside who he was, and if
he made the least resistance he'd be a
dead man. I then slipped the wrench
out, and as I let the door down the fel
low made a spring. I caught him by
the ankle, and he came down on his face,
and the moment I saw the chap I recogn
ized him. He was marched to the lock
up and, I told the shinff I should
remain in town all day.
"After bieakfast the sheriff came down
to the tavern and told me that I had
caught the very bird, and if I would re
main until the next morning I should
have the reward of two hundred dollars
which had been offered.
"I found my goods all safe, paid the
express agent for bringing them from
Indianapolis, and then went to work to
stow them away in my cart. The bullet
holes were found in the top of the vehi
cle just as I expected. They were in a
line, about five inches apait, and had I
been where I usually sit, two of them
must have hit me somewhere about the
small of the back and passed upward, for
they were sent with heavy charges of
powder, and his pistols were heavy ones.
"On the next morning tho sheriff call
ed upon me and paid me two hundred
dollars in gold, for he had made himself
sure that he had got the right villian.
"I afterward found a letter in the post
office at Portsmouth for me, from the
sheriff of Hancock county, informing me
that the fellow who had tried to kill and
rob me was in prison for life."
A Ship Ctoea Down Inan Instant 1 Itn All
From the Baltimore American.
The terrible destruction of the Eury
dice, a stout ship under full sail, her dis
appearance in a moment, the almost entire
loss of every soul on board of her, is a
disaster almost unparalled in naval his
tory yet we have heard a similar event
often related and have all its details
deeply impressed upon our memory. It
took place within 100 miles of the spot
where the Eurydice went down and may
have been partly owing to some flaw of
the wind coming off the land with es
pecial force down some gorge or val
ley. In the early summer of 1787 a Vir
ginia gentleman who had been in England
during the revolutionary war, serving as
captain in the Stafford regiment, tben the
king's body-guard, finding himself isola
ted among his countrymen, and pining
for ihe scenes and associations ot his ac
tive manhood, exchanged his estate be
yond the Blue Ridge for property in
Yorkshire, and left America with his lit
They embarked on board the Falmouth
boat at New York, and after a prosper
ous voyage, found themselves off the
southern coast of England. They had pas
sed the Lizard and were within a few
hours' sail of Falmouth when they found
themselves chased by a large French
privateer. As they knew afterwards she
was the Bellone, the most successfull
vessel of her kind in the French service.
Her cruising ground was the mouth, or
what sailors call the Chops of the channel,
and her beautiful build, her uniform suc
cess, and the self-confidence of her cap
tain and crew made her a scourge to Eng
lish commerce. Again and again fast
sailing English vessels had been detailed
to capture her, but she alway sought re
fuge in some one of the innumerable
small ports upon the coast of Brittany.
She could outsail anything in the English
navy, and, as we said before, her captain
and his orew had acquired -that confi
dence in their own good luck which in
encounters with the Jfiaglish has generally
been wanting to the French navy.
The passengers on board the Falmouth
packet, who werejust rejoicing over the
close of their long voyage, and making
their preparations for going ashore, were
greatly alarmed by seeing this French
vessel. It was a bright summer day. She
came on under a cloud of canvas. .The
captain of the Falmouth packet crowded
on every sail he had. It was a stern chase
proverbially a Jong chaseand he
thought he might possibly run into port
before she could overhaul him. In vain
the French ship sailed two knots to one.
She came nearer and nearer. The pass
engers urged the captain to run out his
two old brass six-pounders and fight, but
he pointed to the line of ports in her
black sides, and told them that 'captivity
being inevitable, it was better to do noth
ing that would provoke severe treatment.
The little boy was loaded with every
body's valuables. There were some hopes,
it was thought, that the French might not
search and despoil the child.
On came the Bellone, and those on
board the English vessel could make out
with the naked eye the dark forms upon
her deck, ior she was crowded with
men. whose features and black beards
were with a glass distinctly visible. She
had just fired a gun at the chase as a sig
nal for her to surrender, and the English
captain, sorrowfully, had just given or
ders to haul down the English flag when,
in a moment, a sudden squall broke up
on both vessels. The English captain
was less loaded with canvass aloft than
the French brig. He seems to have
seen the change ol the weather first, and
began to take in sail immediately, but
the squall struck the Bellone broadside
she keeled over, with all her sails set,
like the Eurydice. There was no time
for shriek or shout. She went down in
silence. In one moment she disappeared,
and the waters oi the channel closed
As soon as the captain of the Falmouth
packet could strip his vessel and round
to, he made all possible search for some
remains of the lost vessel, but in vain.
Not a hat or a hen-coop ever floated to
the surface, not a wrack was lett be-
hind," of the proud vessel, sent to sud
den swift destruction in a momentthe
very moment ot her triumph and her
pride. The Falmouth packet remained
crirsing over the spot where her late
enemy had sunk till after sunsent, when
she continued her voyage, and reached
Falmouth Bafely in a tew hours. The
French government long supposed their
famous privateer, had been captured by
some English cruiser At last the news
reached them of what had taken place,
published by the captain of the Falmouth
packet in some local English paper.
The description of the ship that had
gone down, combined with what was last
known of the Bellone, left no doubt she
was the unfortunate vessel. It was long
before the little boy's nerves recovered
from the shock of that sudden disaster.
The excitement of the chase, the diead
of a French prison, the preparation for
surrender, the sudden lelief, the horrible
destruction of brave men, made the deep
est impression upon him. Two hundred
fellow creatures had perished in his sight
drowned in the moment of success and
exultation. He lived to be an English
admiral, serving under Nelson, Colling
wood and Exmouth all through the great
old war, but to the day of his death he
used to tell the story with emotion, gen
erally remarking tfeat he believed it to
be a tragedy unparalled *n naval annals.
The Vitality of the Shark.
During the spring of the year 1862,
when the war was in progress, a number
of army officers left Boston in the new
sailing ship "Merchant" for a voyage to
Among the passengers were Dr. Hook
er, Lieutenants Prince and Emerson, and
the writer and we all witnessed the
scene I am about to describe.
Early one morning, Dr. Hooker called
from the deck to us below that a shark
was following the ship. We took this to
be a practical joke and did not move
from our state rooms.
But when we did go on deck, about
six o'clock, we looked over the stern of
the ship and there saw an enormous,
shovel-nosed shaik following us, but
keeping his distance about two hundred
feet. Every person on board was called
to look at the huge fish.
The old sea captain said it was no un
usual incident to have a shark follow a
ship for an entire voyage. They subsist
largely on the waste matter thrown over
board and, as they are very fast swim
mers, can always keep up with a vessel.
It was proposed by Captain Lewis, one
of the captains on board, to make an
effort to capture him.
We threw into the ocean pieces of
bread and other articles of food, and were
greatly interested to see him eat them.
The ship was searched but there was not
a harpoon to be found there was not
even a shark hook. Theprospect of cap
turing -this great fish was not very bright
until Captain Lewis proposed to make a
noose and lower it down into the water,
and thus entangle him.
But Sir Shark kept away from the
rope. I then proposed to put a piece of
pork, big as my hand, on a common fish
line, and by a little maneuvering of the
bait induce the fish to pass his head into
the noose. But he was very cautious and
would not near the ship when I lowered
the piece of pork, until two little pilot
fish, that rode on his back, one on each
side of the great fin, came forward and
inspected the bait, then returned and took
They had barely time to finish this
action when the shark swam under the
stern of the ship and, opening his pon
derous jaws, attempted to take the bait.
But I held it just above his nose, noting
he possessed no power to leap or jump up
as many fish do.
I also watched with curious interest
the pilot fish, which, having performed
their office, were now quietly clinging be
side the fin of his back.
While Captain Lewis was preparing a
noose which was to be slipped over the
shark's head, I asked about the pilot
Every shark has one," said the cap
tain, and sometimes two and when the
shark is without one he is shy and will
seldom approach very near a ship
These pilot fish seemed to be five or
six inches long, and a yellowish-brown
color, having longitudinal dark stripes on
their sides and resembling much the
perch of'New England ponds. It seemed
strange that so powerful a fish should
place so much dependence en such insig
The captain again lowered his rope,
but the current of water drew it asid
and the attempt to entrap thethfish was
again a failure.
Then, some one suggestedt holding the
noose open by retaining "bite" in
hand, and when the shark put his head
still dangling from the
i end of the little
line, to let the noose drop and pull away
at the end till the large rope tightened
around his body. This was tried, but
the shark slipped out. He was however,
so hungry that he immediately returned,
and the maneuver was repeated and with
success the seconed time.
The moment Captain Lewis got the
noose around his body, eight or ten per
sons pulled away at the rope, and it was
hardly a minute before it began to tight
en around the shark's body, and, as it did
so, it slipped down to his tail and when
he felt it getting uncomfortably tight he
paid no more attention to the bait, but,
turning slightly gave one flap with his
mighty tail that nearly took the whole ot
us overboard. Captain Lewis, with the
rapidity almost of thought, made a turn
of the rope about a fastening, but so pow
erful was the fish, that he seemed to retard
the movement of the ship, if not to drag
A large number of men now got hold
ot the rope and succeeded in drawing
him out of the water, and left him sus
pended under the stern.
We looked for the pilot fish, but in vain
they had disappeared during the excite
ment and struggle.
After the shark had time to expirefor
he never stined after being, pulled out of
the waterthe sailors hitched a tackle to
him and swung him around to the side of
the ship, where he remained until nearly
noon-time, when the sailors got permis
sion to open him and take out the blubber,
which is charged with oil that is extreme
ly serviceable about a ship. This was
found to contain several pailsful of oil.
After dinner, one of the passengers, Dr.
Hookei, signified his desiie to have the
jaws of the shark as a memento ot the
unusual scene. So the great cre.at.ure was
drawn on deck and the rope taken off.
Scarcely was this done, when, instead
of being dead, he was found to be so
thoroughly alive that he cleared the deck
of men in two moments for, as he com
menced his contoitions and twistings
about the deck, we all scampeied to
places of safety.
His vitality Btruck us with wonder and
alaim. He had hung on the outside of
the ship, in the broiling sun, during
morethanhalf a day. He had been despoil
ed of a portion of his vitalizing apparatus
yet now, after we had supposed him dead
for hours, we found him able to keep the
whole ship's crew at bay.
The men soon sommenced hostilities,,
but still for a long time he was able to
maintain himself against the great odds.
He bent his body and with surprising
strength threw himself from side to side
and, as be he did so, he opened his huge
jaws and barely missed from time to time
seizing our legs. He showed successive
rows of sharp teeth, and by the aid of his
cartilagenous tail, he turned forward and
backward and obliquely along the deck
and really seemed to be empowered witi*
a million lives.
For two full hours did the battle con
tinue. At last a thrust through the heart
was the finishing touch. He gfcve one
spring, twisting his body povcerfully, and
fastened his great jaws upon a spare spar
that was lashed at the side of the deck
and, afterward, we found it hard to dis
engage his grip, and could only do so by
tearing out splinters from the spai.
We found he measured fifteen feet in
The two doctors on board were ardent
physiologists, and they did not desire to
let such an oppertunity slip to obtain an
increase of knowledge.
So they began their investigations by
examining many parts of the shark, and
they finally removed his heart.
The tact about to be recorded is prop
erly vouched for, and yet it seems almost
Although the shark was dead and
emptied of blood, yet his heart, when re
moved from his body and resting on the
deck, kept up its contractions for a period
of from twenty minutes to half an hour,,
just Ihe same as when in place, and per
forming its office of pumping the blood
to the various parts of the body.
This wonderful power seems to be in
harmony with the belief ot some scien
tists, who say the heart possesses a ner
vous center and power over its own life,
seperate and distinct from the brain, for
the protection of life in times of accident.
A Responsible Situation.
I wish to employ an energetic man of
forty, to sit in my hall and be my Agent
answerer and peddler-conciliator. I can
not say that the woik is light, but the
wages'will be good. I want him to be
well up in scripture, so that he may be
able to entertain the man with the big
bible to sell. He must know music Bo
as to baffle the man who has sworn to sell
my house an organ. He must be able to
detain the agent of Borum & Bleedum's
unrivaled sewing machine, and so control
the conversation that the kind-hearted
agent shall depart feeling that enough
has been said. He will have to be^ kind
to the man with brooms, but, at the same
time, firm. To the person who appears
as agent of the Consolidated Encyclope
dia of Medseval Literature, he must ex
ercise urbanity and not attempt to cur
tail the conversation, this work having
been subscribed to by MT Goldpot and
Mr. Silverware, leading citizens. In fact,
as to all these agents, he must be patient,
respectful, polite. Thereaj one visitor,
though, upon whom 1 shall permit him
to expend his pent-up feelings. He shall
be not only allowed, but authorized, to*
smash into 900,000 fragments the person
who comes and leaves a patent medicine
circular, and asks that tne circular be
returned when called for. Address En
durance, box 200,000.Courier "Journal
Medici ruffs and sleeves, with puffs in
the armhole and around the elbow, are
announced as coming fashions.