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the i| 'TUS|:, sum Km r«inen, yonHeaven. w hi re nnp-N.soetiod'g vm, HO dtist i s as we deem his low f.irih: "Ti» but a little space, narrew rossing of the slender treain a veil, which winds might blow side: i«se ar« a'.l that us of earth divide he bright dwelling of the glorified— i«jidi of wiiich I dream. A j'"',' U «ake arc "ii'oiiit, artki below V w«i« 1, nearer Heaven than a hills are higher than they woem Hinrwis the clou i* they touch, nor the soft row •or I.ibe •'rkendiag azure, as we deem •iw.ni 3 bl«e floor of Heaven heaven that iV hey •pbe:.i wiuneap ke some 1 and wildly nigged stair, t% as to tlm land where all is fair— 'he Land which I dream l*th. ret )oean waves, in their unmeasured weep, jrigkter, bluer than they seem nape here of the celestial deep from the fullness of the unfailing b'b glassy sea of everlasting rest, tot a breath to stir its silent breast, Mimiea- that laves the land where all is .lent— Wihnrti l^ajid of which I dream! ight) the bridal gems of ien« kMii stars. fight, than they seem from the inner fountain of the U. deep Ross of p*»r down Heaven'sown beam ded F'i •*P ',kkiBg from their throne of glori rm.. pen U8_blne a t' mil ever oid, yet ever new, glad homo alove, leyond our view— Laad of which I dream! rested, f® of Mm, these lingering years of mimi',!: arth, brighter, swifter than they seem: 1 e while, end the great second birth was iate shall come, the prophet's an id ivtu 'i«nt them"! rri' ie, the King, the Judge, at length hall «onie, this deaf rt, whare wo sadly roam, giv« the Kingdom for our endless usmit suH he ir.'i. id, 1111r: atcJ.-j- (-•and of whic-h 1 dream! WKONG MAN TI:NCEI. 51 «'il. SIN. 1"rtw-"3e lin,|i''test, n„J 1 SKN- 1 Prisoner Set Frit alter Five Tears Confinement. le kardships and wrongs inflicted xrrietiou.s upon circumstantial mm and mistaken identity are l.l«*trated in a case which camo my notice and with which I had .hi»g to do, which shows its un ntj and the danger of relying •lj upon such testimony, however and •onrineitig." remarked Mat- Adaus, bailill* of the Colorado me eourt, to a representative of )enrer Tribune Republican, Con .. jg, ho said: i i 1868 there was a mau by the i of Mills arrested in Portland, Me., -son, a lid delivered by the officer ng the arrest into my custody as Kir*-. .-. IT of th« county. He was charged rirnr i, aettiug lire to the dwelliug in rl''rgM}j then resided, belonging to i "^"ilalej. Mills was earnest and elo in his denial of any knowledge of hi* fa-jtnjria of the lire. He was well and a tii'L: r^bly known as a law abiding and tK *-'%trio«s citizen, enjoying the confi injun# .. . e of the community and hisueigh Miiii«^'er« loath tc Ik \l him guilty of •fiir jpital crime. protestations of innocence were ii!l-t avail, and, upon examination, the istrato found 'probable i ,' and he was held without bail meot. yrait Ihe action of the grand jury. iukt*. \t weeks elapsed before his indict of rvt and time of trial, aud 1 had fre ighter at conversations with him relating circumstances of the fire. His quiet manner and gentlemanly Drtueul while under my charge and apparently straightforward stato of t!li it asserting h'«entireignoraneeof the 11». of ''ie, exc'iteil my sympathy in his le and I becann convinced that ho innocent, and that the real crimi was still at large and unknown to officers. Y'JjHothii! occurred which threw anv i!* w upou tht? crime, and the 1.25 simunity generally came to believe i.r0 s»tin guilt. Tlie grand jury returned arson against him, 'setting tire to a ^.'^lling-house in the night time, with 'u' nt to I'tirti the same,' for which the dbbment under the laws of that state i death. notilTi Me was put upon his trial under the ictment. He was defended by emi it and able counsel, and the trial was composed of upright and in iffent citizens, some of whom knew well. .'His trial consumed seven days, and •i!" ring the whole time he sat with calm, .8 face, watching its progress with parent inditterence. His wife and elj daugliter- his only chiid— met a every morning as he was brought a» the*jail to the court-room, and vf both bat by his side through all hours of each day, showing a de tion and loving solicitude that was theti*. lie was a proud man. and 9 conld we that he keenly felt the miliation and .stigmaof theoeeasion, the wai a brave man, and faced the arge with an unflinching confidence it he would be finally acquitted. \e testimony and argument of the tinsel was concluded the oral charge the court to the jury was given, and s j*iry retired. "During their delibetation upon the rdtot which would restore him to erty and the bosom of his family to solitary cell and final execution, lis waj apparently unmoved. When j^rr finally brought in their verdict guilty, the unfortunate man seetued stunned for a im merit, rind his wife was so overcome that the officers were obliged to remove her. while his daugh ter, with loving devotion, remained by her father's side, her hand in his, try ing to cheer and comfort him. An ap peal was taken to the supreme court, pending which Mills was remanded to the custody of the jailer to await the judgment of the appellate court. Upou review, the supreme court conlirmed the judgment. '•Nothing now remained for the trial court to do but to pass the dread sen tence. Mills was again brought into court, and was sentenced to one year's solitary imprisonment and then to be hanged by the nesk until he be dead, 'may God have ruerey on your soul* were the final words that fell from the lips of the presiding judge, like a knell on the poor condemned man's last hope. "It became my duty, under the man date of the court, to remove him to the state prison in execution of his sen tence. I will not dwell upou the agony of tin final parting from his wife and daughter at the jail, while they both clung to him in an agony of despair. With a voice full of love and tender ness he told them to be of good cheer, to be hopeful, that he was innocent, and soon he would return to them again and commending them to his heavenly Father, who had said '1 will never leave thee nor forsake thee,' he turned to me and said he was ready to go. "There were five other prisoners who had been sentenced to various terms at hard labor, also awaiting removal to the penitentiary. We took evening passage by steamer for Rockland. 1 ironed the five together, placing them in the cabin on main deck. After the moorings were cast off' I invited Mills upou the quarter deck. I did not place the irons upon his wrists, n«t that I desired or intended to give him more liberty or better treatment than that extended to the other prisoners on board, but looking, upon him more as an unfortunate victim of circumstances than as a felon, I shrank from driving the iron deeper in his soul. "The steamer had passed through the main channel, rounded 'White head,'and was well out to sea, when we reached the upper deck the city's lights were far behind us the clear rays of the 'cape light' lent a brilliancy along the steamer's course, and the water's glassy surface looked like burnished silver. The moon was shin ing clear and bright. "No one could be seen as we paced the deck fore and aft except the helmsman at the wheel and the watch on the starboard bow. Mills was calm, but there was despair in his movement and written in every lineament of his pale face. In a few hours I should deliver him to the war den to enter upon his solitary confine ment before execution of the death sentence. "We were standing alone just abaft the wheel-house, looking out upon the moonlit waters, when 1 turned, and. standing before him with one hand upou his shoulder, I reminded him that he had been under my charge for sev eral months that during all that time his deportment had been unexception able that he had been granted a fair and impartial trial—he had been de fended by able and honest counsel—and while I doubted his guilt, the presump tion was too great aud the evidence though circumstantial, too strong for the jury to report a different verdict from the one announced, and I said to him he could have no hope of executive clemency in his behalf that he was guilty because the jury had so declared and the court had "so adjudged, and nothing could be gained now by false hood or equivocation. I charged him to tell me the truth relating to the fire, and the poor condemned man quickly turned toward me, the light sea breeze fanning the gray locks back from his brow, while the reflection of the pale mo ii lent a weirdness to his face, so fuli of despair, and resting one hand upon my shoulder, and with the other raised toward heaven, he said: 'Realizing the awful doom await ing me -that after the year of anguish aud torture in my solitary cell, which is a part of the sentence pronounced upou me, I am to sutler an iguomini ous, dreadful death—by my hope of heaven. I swear to you that 1 know no more how that lire originated than yourself. Of what avail would false hood be to me now? I have received but kindness from you during my months of my imprisonment, i can not say that my trial Avas not a fair one. I lind uo fault with the judge or jury, and my counsel were untiring in their efforts in my behalf. Yet, I re peat -and this is all that is left me now—that, as God hears me—that great judge, before whom 1 am soon to stand—-I am iunocent.' "The poor man staggered like one blind, aud sank to the deck. Never shall I forget the agony depicted upon his upturned face at that moment. His earnestness and his solemn words impressed me with awe. 1 could no longer doubt his innocence, and i then made a vow that I would do all in my power to save him from the gallows. "1 delivered him, with the other prisoners I had in charge, to the warden of the prison, with papers of commitment. I could make uo stay, as the coach was waiting for my return to the steamer. 1 hurriedly bade him pod-bye, and to be brave, that I would not* forget him. It was pitiful to see that strong man cling to me, weeping like a child, until he was forcibly removed by the turnkey. "Upon my return to Portland I at once conferred with the county attorney, and communicated to him my experience and my tirm belief in Mill's innocence. He heartilv seconded my effort-, and we soon had a petition I signed by the judge who presided at the trial, eleven of the jury who com posed the trial panel, the county attorney and nearly all the county and city officers, with 'a large number of prominent citizens. The prayer of the petition was that the governor com mute his sentence to imprisonment for life. It was presented by his counsel, the governor granted the prayer, and Mill's life was saved. "Some five years later, at 9 o'clock i in the morning, a white-haired man, weighed down with sorrow, came into my office and inquired for me. An apparent stranger stood in the door way. He looked earnestly for a moment, and seeing no recognition in my face, yvith a sad, tremulous voice, he said: "Is it possible that you have forgotten me?" Not until tiien did I know that he was the same man who live years before had been convicted and sentenced to death for a crime he never committed. Noticing my astonishment at seeing him again in Portland and at liberty, he at once explained that the warden had received a telegram from the governor order ing his immediate and unconditional release. "In explanation of this action by the executive, 1 will simply state that some years after Mills' conviction a notorious character was arrested in the city for highway robbery, for which he was in dicted, tried, couvieted, and sentenced to thirteen years at hard labor and was confined in the same penitentiary where Mills had so long (-uttered. "His dissipated habits had already destroyed his health, consequently he soon broke down under the rigors of prison discipline. Death was fast approaching him its terrors aroused his scarred conscience to right a terrible wrong. Having sent for the warden, the dying criminal confessed that it was he who set tire to the dwelliug by throwing a roll of cloth saturated with petroleum through the window and under the bed of the sleeping occupants that he was incited to inflict this cruel wrong upou Mills in revenge for an old-time grudge aud enmity against him. "The saddest part of it all was that, after having endured all these years of punishment he came back to iind his daughter aud only child dead, and his faithful, loving, devoted wife totally blind. "Circumstantial evidence, while in its general character often seems more reliable than the oral testimony of liv ing witnesses, who may be prejudiced or bribed, is, nevertheless, sometimes too strong—proves too much, aud is liable to be misused." Has M. Pasteur secured a cure for hydro phobia? Wiiy should he not* Greater dis eovenws have been made. For instance, Ked Stur Cough Cure contains no narco tics, is purely vegetable and yet quickly cures the worst throat or lung trouble. Inly 2." cents. Work of Funny Men. We are in receipt of a little book, which in richness of humor and grotesquenetis of illustration, mnv be said in the language of the wild West, to "take the cake." It is simply drawing it mild to say that it contains some of the best examples of American humor ever published and the con tributors, who are well-known in the field tif letters, have really excelled all former efforts. The illustrations by comic artists are also in direct har mony yvith the text. "Bill Nye'' tells his experience with a cyclone. R. lv. Munkittriek, of Puck, rhymes funnily on the four seasons. Mr. H. I). 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THE OLD, OLD I1031F. When I long for sainted memories-, Like angel troops they come. If I fold inv arms to ponder- On th'» old. old home. The heart has many passages through which the feelitur-. n n:: Hut its middle aisle is sacred To the old, old home. Where infancy was sheltered Like rosebuds from the blast: Where childhood's brief vi'ini In joyousness was passed To that sweet spot forever. As to some hallowed dome. Life's pilgrim bends his 'Tis the old, old home. A father sat how proudly, I'.v the old hearthstone"- rays. And told his children stories* Of hit, early manhood days: And one soft eve was beaming From child to child 'twould ronin. Thus a mother counts her treasures In the old, old home. The birthday gifts and festivals. The blended vesper hymn— Some dear one who was swelling it Is with the seraphim— The fond good nights at la^dtime. Ho w quiet sleep would come, And fold us nil together, lu the old, old home. Like a wreath of scented flowers. Close entertwined each heart But time and change in concert. Have blown the wreath apart. But dear anl sainted memories. Like nngeln ever come, Wheu I fold mv nrms aud ponder On the old, old home. A I K i s K O O V Preacher Wbo Ii«i Not Lay It on Thick Knough. I didn't know nothing about any accident until a miner named Big Pete come# into my drift aud calls out to me: "Hi, there! Rut Uncle George has been killed by a lump! We must tak« the body to the shaft and go up with it!" Sure enough the old man was dead. Something like a ton of coal had oroke out of the roof and fallen upon him. Death wasn't a rare thing with us down there, but the sudden taking off of Uncle George brought sadness to our hearts. We knew him for a big souled, good-natured man, and we knew his wife as a woman who ever spoke kindly of all, and yvas ever ready at the bedside of the sick or dying. It was a blow to crush her heart." Well, we got the body above ground and sent it home and by and bye, when the funeral began to be talked up, a lot of us young fellows determined that Uncle should be laid away like a white man and a Christian. Our ordinary funerals meant nothing more thau a prayer and a hymn and a quick trip to the grave-yard. We sent into Seranton and got a divine. They called him a divine, but he was nothing but a preacher. He seemed dapper and trilliug to us aud so Big Pete thought best to take him aside ami say: "Now, parson, no tomfoolery in this business, you know! Uncle George was a good man and you want to lay it on thick. We want .some singing, then a eulogy or something about that size thcu s'more singing: then we'll all take a look at the kind old face then we'll carry the coffin out and start for the graveyard. When we git there we want s'morc siuging. a little praying, and we'll lower him away in good shape and kiver him in. Mind, now—no monkey work on us!'' The divine looked a little pale around the gills, but he seemed to fall in with the idea, and was on hand at the appointed hour. It yvas a half holiday yvith our shift and we yvere thereto a man. The general bossing of the funeral was left to Big Peter, and things went like clockwork. He soothed the widder, arranged the mourners, packed the audience and had the coffin shored up in the safest manner. I never saw an opening performance pass off' more 'smoothly. At the proper time the divine took hold. Peter had forgot to coach him about the hymns, and he gave out one about a beautiful other short* or something. He started to sing but he was all alone in it. We'd never heard tune or words. He- wobbled along to the end of the first verse and then his steam gin out. Peter, he steps to the front and says: "Boys, we'll have to hook on 'The Miner's Sad Fate,' and pull her through. Now, then, all sing: "A miner was way down below, And was working ho busy—heigh ho! When this fire damp accumulated. And there was an explosion, And tli© poor miner was out liageously killed—heigh ho!" There were seven or eight other verses, and we hadn't got half through before the widder looked up aud give us a nod which showed that her heart was with us. Well, the eulogy was to come on next, but the divine seemed sort o' rattled. He began talking about the King of Terrors, uncertainty of life, and the value of being prepared before hand, when Big Pete went over and stopped him and whispered in his ear. The divine seemed to object, and he went on about how Adam sinned and the harps of heaven and the angels coming down to carry babies off from this sinful world. By aud by Peter stops him, pushes him into a chair and says: "Boys, Uncle George is a lyin1 right here in this ere $20 coffin. He never wronged man, woman or child. The Lord has took him aud if he isn't play in' a harp in heaven at this very minit, then 1 kin lick any men who disputes it. "Here is the widder,'1 be went on with a heart as big as a dinner pail. and nobody km say a word agia her. She can't go to heaven and play on a harp till the Lord directs. Meanwhile he's got to live and wear out elttiie*. I'm with her for $5 down!" "So'm I!"' "So'm I!" And the word-. v\cut around and the money came in till the purse ran up nigh $100. Then we sang "The Wid der s Dream." gazed for the last time on the face of Uncle Georire and got him in a wagon outside in good shape. When we started for the grave yard the divine skipped to the depot, '•eeuiiu' to be all flattened out, tint it was no loss to us. At the grave we jined ia eiagin' The Father's Underground,1' and as the coffin was lowered away Big Pete -priukles some earth upon it aud says: "The airth gin him to us and the airth takes her own. Ashes to ashes au' dust to dust and if I ketch any body a slurring his memory- there'll be an explosion on the fourth level which will bust heads aud break ribs!" And tiiat's the way we took that job out of the hands of a regular bnilt di vine and planted Uncle George in ship shape and proper manner. We wasu't goin' to have any highfalutin* flam doodle business over him. He wouldn't have laid quiet in his grave. Modem Thought »mt the Scripture*. 1 think the results of modern thought and investigation, in relation to the Hebrew Scriptures, has been to make more instead of less of the Bible. No book has ever been more thoroughly studied, examined and discussed—its contents weighed, sifted and exposed to the severest tests in the cracible of human reason, knowledge and un derstanding It has placed the Bible on a new ba'-is It has removed some of the sentinels who stood guard over the sacred pages lest they be profaned or defiled by the contact of mere hu man reason. It has removed tome of tht barriers that opposed the introduc tion of the light of human intellect to the study of the ord. It has broken the seal set upon the Book bv the super stition of bibliolatrv. It has compelled us to open yvide the pages of the Bibb that all the light we have may shine upon them. This has been greatly to the advantage of the Bible. It can stand the strain of the severest test# when intelligently and fairly applied. Its rare literary value has been revealed, showing it an almost exhaustless treas ury of priceless literary gema to the man of letters. Men used to think of it as valuable chiefly in relation to the idea of waving souls according to a certain aud very narrow theory. We behold ami study it now in the larger and broader light shed upon it through the radiance of modern scholarship and criticisms. We see its application to the wanks and needs of man on earth, as well as to the hones of man beyond the crave. Its full value to human life we rio not yet know. No human life i» long enough exhaust its wide stores of wealth. /.' c. It. A', (innu. A Prize in the Lottery of life which is usually unappreciated un til it i.s lost, perhaps never to rot-urn, is health. What a priceless boon it is, aud how we ought to cherish it, that life may not be a worthless blank to us. Many of the diseases that flesh is heir to, and which make life burdensome, such as consump tion, (scrofula of the lungs) and other scrofulous and blood diseases, are com pletely cured by Dr. K. V. Pierce's "Golden Medical Discovery" after all other reme dies have failed. Dr. Pierce's treatise on consumption mailed for 10 cents in stamps. Address, World's Dispensary Medical As soeiutinn, 0) i .Main Street, Buffalo, N. Y. A New Dodge, The Chicago Inter-Ocean tells the following anecdote of Robert Bonner, owner ot Maud S, Dexter, and other celebrated trotters: Robert Bonner has a big head. A book agent walked into Bonner's of fice the other day with a bulky religious volume under his arm. "I have called tosliow you a work." he began. "Haven't time to look at it," said Bonner decisively. ••The reason why I came to you," persisted the canvasser with the calm ness of assurance arising only from habitual success, "was that your pas tor, the Rev. Dr John Hall, considered this book highly desirable for his libra ry, but did not feel able to buy it. Ho didn't tell me to go to you, Mr. Bonner, and yet he seemed to yvant the book so much that I thought possibly you might like to give it to him. Some thing that he said put the idea into my head, aud I said as much to him, but he peremptorily forbade me. He'd rather do without the work, helpful as it would be to him, thau have it hint ed to you that it would bean acceptable present. Still "You're lyiug to me," interrupted Mr. Bonner, "and 1 ought to kick you out." "I might have knoyvn better than to have tried my racket on a man with a head like that," mused the agent as he was departing. "All Men are Lt»ra,H Baid David of old. 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