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Near Baltimore Bt,
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Make* a specialty of the finest steamed Ore
tkr* in -the city Geat>men stopping at
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Juijr Id. Ss—6mt
Ttarnln for lb* End.
1 Br-athe &>ft and low, O whispering wind.
Above the tangled greases deep,
. Where those who loved me long ago
Forgot the world and fell asleep,
j No towering shaft, or sculptured urn.
I Or mausolem's empty pride.
Tells to the curious passer-by
, Their virtues, or the time they died.
I count the old, familiar names,
OVrrrown with moss and lichen grey,
i Where tangle briar and creeping vine
Across the crumbling tablets stray.
The summer skv is softly blue.
The birds still sing the sweet old strain
But something from the summer time
Is gone, that will not come again.
So many voices have Ixen hushed,
nbdjt- d fist a*.
So manx' hands I used to t> >uch
Are folded over hearts of clay.
The noisy world recedes from me,
I cease to hear its praises or Maine;
The mossy marbles echo back
No hollow sound of empty fame.
I only know that calm and still
They sleep beyond life’s woe and wail.
Beyond the fleet of sailing clouds.
Beyond the shadow of the vale.
1 only feel that, tired and worn,
I halt upon the highway bare.
And gaze with yearning eyes Wyond
On fields that shine supremely fair.
A Dimpled Baby’s Hand.
Everybody was afraid of Ibe old
Governor because he was so cross and
surly. And one morning he was
crcsser and surlier than ever, because
he Lad been troubled for several days
with a matter which he had already
decided, but which many people wished
to have reversed. Am in found guilty
of a crime, had been imprisoned, and
there were those who, convinced of his
penitence and knowing that his fami
ly needed his support, sought his par
don To til! these solicitations the old
Governor replied “noand having
made up hi* mind, the old Governor
had no patience with those who per
sisted in their intercessions. So the
old Governor was in high dudgeon
one morning, and when he came to his
office he said to the secretary ; “Admit
no one to see me ; lam weary of these
constant and senseless importunities.’’
Now the secretary had a discreet
icgaril for ibe old Oovernor s reelings,
and it was seldom that his presence
of mind so far deserted him as to ad
mit of his suffering the old Governor's
wishes to be disregarded. He bolted
the door and sat himself down at his
mode.-t desk and simulated intense
enthusiasm in his work. His simula
tions were more intense than usual,
lor never before had the secretary
seen the old Governor in such a harsh
“Has the mail come—where are the
papers and the letters?’ demanded
the old Governor, in a giulf voice.
Here they are, sir, said the secre
tary, as he put the bundle on the old
Governor's table. “These are ad
dressed to you privately; the bu#i
ness letters are on my desk. Would
you like to see them now?”
“No. not now, ’ growled the old
Governor; “I will read the papers
and my private correspondence first." i
But the old Governor found cause
for uneasiness in this employment.
The pipers discussed the affair of the
imprisoned man, and these private
letters came from certain of the old
Governor's friends, who, etrangely
enough, exhibited an interest in the
self same prisoner’s affairs. The old
Governor whs highly disgusted.
“They should mind their own busi*
ness,” muttered the old Governor.
“The papers are very officious and
these other people are simply imperii-1
nent. My mind in made up—‘nothing
shall change me.”
Then the old Governor turned tc
his private secretary and bade him i
bring the business letters, and pree
ently the private secretary could hear
the old Governor growling and fum*'
bing ever the pile of correspondence.'
He knew why the old Governor was
so excited ; many of the letters were
petitions from the people touching
the affair of the imprisoned man. Oh.
how they angered the old Governor!
"Humph! said the old Governor,
at laat, “I'm glad I'm dene with them.
There are no more, I suppose."
hen the secretary made no reply
the old Governor was surpiised. Be
wheeled in hie chair and searching'.y
regarded the secretary over his epec
lac.ee. He saw that the secretary
was strangely embtftrassed.
“You have not shown me all," said
the old Governor, sternly. “What is
it you have kept back?"
Than the secretary said : “I had
not thought to show it to you. It ia
nothing but a little child's letter—l
thought I should not bother you with
The old Governor was interested
A third's foirsr fie kte-ArWi AM
it be about ? Such a never
happened tc him befomF
“A child's letter; ! Agfe *** it,"
said the old Governor 1 Mjf although
hie voice was harsh, MaMjgbat of a
tender light came int< Ips eyaa
“It is nothing but aMMawl," ex
claimed the secretary< 4 Hp it comes
from the
little girl—Monckton,M larger, you
know. Of course therd nothing to
it— a mere scrawl; ftrlßb child ia
only 4 year* old. But fIHHM|WAa
who send* it says the M1 brought it
tbe Governor, and then, perhaps the
Governor would s>d her papa home."
The old Governsr took the letter,
and scanned it curiously. What a
wonderful letter it waa, and who but
a child could hare written it? Such
strange hieroglyphic* and *uch crook
ed lines—oh! i: wa* a wonderful let
ter, as you cau imagine.
Hut the old Governor eaw something
more than the strange hieroglyphic*
and crooked lines and rude penciling*.
He could eee it between the lines of
the little child's letter a sweetness ami
a pathos be had never eeen before,
and tbe crumpled sheet he found a
love like the love his heart had vainly
yearned for, oh! ao many years.
lie saw. or seemed to see, a little
head bending over the crumpled page,
a dimple Land toiling at its rude labor
of love, and an earnest little face
smiling at tbe thought that thia labor
Would not be in vain. And how
wearied the little hand grew and how
sleepy the little head became, but
loyal heart throbbed on and on with
patient joy, and neither hand nor head
rested (ill the task was done.
Sweet innocence of childhood ! Who
would molest thee—who bring thee
one shadow of sorrow? Who would
not rathei brave all dangers, endure
all fatigue*, and bear all burdens to
shield thee from worldly ill* thou
So thought the old Governor as he
looked upon the crumpled page and
saw and heard the pleading of the
child'* letter; for yon mu*t know that
from the crumpled page there stole a
thousand gentle voice* that murmured
in hi* ear* so sweetlv that hi* heart
seemed full of tear*. And the old
Governor thought of hi* own little
one—God rest her innocent soul. And
it seemed to him a* if he could hear
her dear baby voice joining with the
other’* in trustful pleading.
The secretary waa amazed when
the old Governor said to him : “Give
me a blank." But what most amazed
the secretary was the tremulous ten
derness in the Governor’s voice and
the mistiness behind the old Gover
nor a spectacle* as he folded the
crumpled psge reverently and put it
carefully in the breast pocket of hi*
“Humph,' thought tbe secretary,
“old Governor ha* a kinder heart than
any of u* suspected."
When the prisoner was pardoned
and came from hi* cell, people grasped
him by the hand and said: “Our elo
quence and perseverance *aved you.
The old Governor could not withstand
the pressure we brought to bear on
him r"
Rut the secretsrv knew, and the
old Governor, too—God bless him for
hia human heart I They knew that it
wa* the sacred influence of a little
child's letter that had dona it all—
that a dimpled baby had opened those
prison doors —Chicago News.
Tex Smith— John Smith—p’ain
John Smith—is not very high eound-
Lng; it does not suggest aristocracy;
it is not the name of any hero in dte
away novels; and yet it is good, strong
and honest Transferred to other lan*
guages it seems to climb the ladder of
respectability. Thus in Latin it is
Johannes Smith us; the Italian smooths
it off into Giovanni Smith; the Span
iards render it Juan Smitbus; the
Dutchman adopts it as Hans Schmidt;
the French flatten it out into Jean
Smeet; and the Russian eneeses and
barks Jonloff Smittowehi. When John
Sa.tL gets into the tea trad* in Can
ton he become* Jovaa Bhimmit; if be
clambers about Mount Bocla, the le*
ianders say bo ia Jaha* Smithson; if
he trade* among the Tuacarorae bo
becomes Ton Qa Smiltla; in Boland be
is known a* Ivan Schmittiweiski;
should be wander among the Welsh
mountains, they talk of Jihon Schmidd;
when he goes to Mexiao ha is booked
a* Jontli F'Smitti; if ofclamie torn he
linger* among Greek rnina, be turns
to Ton Smiktoc; and in Turkey ha ie
utterly disguised a* Yea leaf.
aok*Small boy (pointing to a pie
ture of the herald angels) —la them
angels, os* Mother—Tan, ay child.
Small bojr-wHuw do they g.t thair
a ((Itkifti die dflw Unfit wu%f|f
The Battles of the Dead.— *ft is
midnight in the brick farmhouse at
Chancellonville—the new building
on tbe site of the one partially des
troyed when Hooker marched hi*
troops into the wilderness to get in
the rear of Lee at Fredericksburg.
In the yard are the rotting wheel* of
gun carriage*; in the south wall are
a dozen cannon-ball* firmly imbedded;
half a mile below i* the atone mark
ing tbe spot where Stonewall Jackson
received his mortal wound; here is
mm ft* icb ■>#>■*■
Mnia foe.
“Are you asleep?"
The last strobe of twelve had
scarcely died away when the farmer
opened my bedroom door to ask the
“Then mavbe you’d like to see it?"
“The battle of Chaneellorsville.
The Federal troops are now in sight
on the Ely'* Ford road."
I hastily dressed and passed out
into the yard with him. I noticed
that be had on a Confederate uniform,
dusty and worn. I looked at my own
garments; they were blue. He point
ed bis f.nger down the road, and I
saw through the mUt of tbe summer
night a great army approaching.
There was cavalry, infantry and ar
tillery—there were flags and banners
and ambulances. In two minutes
more the head of the column had
reached the Chaneellorsville plank
road. Some turned to the right, some
to the left, some plunged into the
gloomv pine thickets bevond.
“But I hear no noise—not the foot
step of a horse nor the clank of a saber,"
I protested..
“Huh! 'Ti® a battle of the dead!
The spirits of the thousands who fell
here have come to fight the battle
once again!"
I looked at him more closelv and
I the light of battle in his eves.
His form grew erect, his feet seemed
imnatient and he scented the air as
if half eager to join in the frav.
Now the highwavs and bvwavs—
the cleared fields—the open woods—
the lonely thickets were full of blue
uniforms. Couriers and sides gallop
ed here and there—staff officers turned
heads of columns to the right or left.
It was strange to witness those thou
sands moving with such order and
yet giving out no sound.
“Look'—see?" whispered my com
panion as he pointed down the planlr
Thete was a cloud of smoke rolling
up out of the pine woods and blotch
ing the starlit skv like a stain of blood,
It spread and grew until half the
stars of heaven were bidden. Mean
while, tbe face of every man in blue
was turned that way. We aw bat
tery after battery, regiment after reg
iment, brigade after brigade, move
down tothesceneof conflict. Tongues
of flame flashed through the smoke
cloud and lighted up thicket and |
field, but there was ao sound. The |
Stillness of night was almost painful. '
“Here are the result-!" whispered
the Confederate, and I looked to the i
right and left to behold tbe dead and
the wounded. I could see them in J
the fields, under the pinee, on the
highway. Some faces show fear and
horror— others eapre—d vindiotive- {
new. There were horses lying dead, |
others hobbling about and seeming to
appeal for mercy.
“It is horrible!" I whispered.
“Aye! but it ie over."
I looked again and the vision had
faded. The highways were barren of
life—-the fields and forests at peace.
The smoke-cloud had disappeared, and
the dead and wounded had been
epirited away.
“And so the dead of the armies
fight their battles o'er*" I asked.
“A* you have teen." ha solemnly re
plied. “Until tbe bate and rancor of
men ia no moranntil all sen are at
pease—the spirits of these who fell in
battle Cannot rest. They must plan
Campaigns and fight their battles as
of eld. The vision you bav* seen
bare is repeated at Antietam, Gettys
burg. Vicksburg, Franklin— on a hun
dred battlefields of America. Let us
go in."—M. QcaX>.
MT “Mamma," said young Bobby,
with a thoughtful air, “what did yoo
mean by telling papa that I had out
grown my aiipperar'
“I meant that you ara getting too
hi.* for them. Bobby."
“Wall, then." went aa Bobby, “how
long wlii ahe before I eatgrew your
Toombs at Bull Rus.— General
T'uibe, our Georgia fire-eater, was
g'.ven to criticising pretty severely all
the officer* of the regular army who
had joined their fortune* with those
of the Confederacy. He wa*< hot
blooded and impatient and chaffed at
the delays of the commanders in their
preparation* for battle. Hi* general
idea was that the troop* went out to
fight, and he thought they should be
allowed to go at it at once.
An incident that occurred in the
Manaaaa. campaign will aerve
to illustrate hi* charactenutirToT
headedneaa. As ,we were preparing
to cross the Rapidan, Stuart aeot me
word that he had cut off a large cav
alry force and had all the ford* guard
ed except one. He asked that I de
tail a force to guard that point of es
cape. The work wa* assigned to the
command under Gen. Toombs, who
was absent at the time.
He had me* a kindred spirit in the
person of a wealthy Virginian named
Morton, whom he bad known in Con
gress, and wa* out dining with him.
They were both good liver* and loved
to have their friend* with them. lu
going back to his command General
Toomb* came upon bis troops on the
road and inquired what they were do
ing there. The explanation was made.
Toombs bad had a good dinner and
i fell independent. He said he would
give the general to understand that
he must consult him before sending
I bis troops out to guard a ford, and
thereupon ordered them back to camp.
As the mystified troops marched sol
emnly hack the matter was reported
to me. and I ordered Toombs under
arrest. I allowed him to ride with
I his command as we marched against
i Pope and expected that he would
j make some explanation of hia con
[ duct.
j He did not do so, and the next I
heard of him he was stopping along
j the route making etnmp speeches to
j the troops and referring in anything
hut complimentary terras to the com
mander of his division. I sent him
back to Gordonsville, with instruc
tions to confine himself to the limits
of that town in arrest until further
orders. He obeyed the command and
went to Gordonsville. Just a* I was
leaving the Rappahannock I received
a long letter of apology from him. and
directed him to jcin his command. As
! we were preparing for the charge at
: Manna-seas, Tombs got there. He was
riding rapidly, with hie hat in his
hand, and was much enthused. I wa*
just sending a courier to his command
with a dispatch.
"Let me carrv it." he exclaimed.
“With pleasure," I responded, and
banded him the paper.
He put spurs tohishorseand dashed ,
off. accompanied by a courier. When
he rode up and took command of his
brigade there was wild enthusiasm,
and, everything being ready, an ex
ultant shout was sent up and th imen
sprang to the charge. I never bad |
any more trouble with Toomb*. We 1
were ever afterward warm personal
friends — Gen. Loogatreet in Febiua*
ry Century.
, , ,
A Kansas Torjudo.—"One July
night," continued the tall man, "I
had my wheat all stacked ready for
threshing, and went to bed feeling a*
rich as if I owned the whol* county. l
About rddnight, a* near aa I can re*
collect, I heard a clap of thunder, and
then the house began to rock like a
willow tree Then everything wae
quiet for a little while, and I went to
sleep. Early the neat morning my
wife got up and looked out of the win
“John." said ahe, “where on earth
is your wheat T'
“What ?" said I jumping out of bed,
“what's that you say ?"
“Where'* the wheat ?"
“I looked out of the window, too,
and stranger, I saw the most remark*
able eight I ever eaw. There wasn't
a grain of wheat within a mile. There
1 wasn't a remnant of my barn. My i
barn yard was gone, tbe house, the
i cows, and even the pigs were gone. 1
got dressed and walked out doors.
Tbs place was changed, stranger—
changed in a single night. My house
was aittiog in a garden by the aide of
a creek. There M a new hernia
I the yard, aome red eows—-mine were
\ white; some black pige—mine were i
spotted, sad instead of wheat there
’ was the ailftrsdeel stack of corns talks
vea ever leoked at. I thought at first
e*4 ***
kick me, but I wasn't. About break
fast time some neighbor# came io and
asked where Mr. Jones was. I never
beard of him.
“He used to live here," they said.
"He lived here last night.
I hen I told them of the crash and
the rocking, and they said I must
have been struck by a tornado. I
asked where I was; they said I was in
Izard bounty, which was fifty miles
South of where I wjnt to bed. Sure
enough they were right. The strangest
part of it was the house waaft l hurt.
The roof, even, didn t leak. The
neighbors said it was a visitation of
Providence, and the place belonged to
me. But that wasn't all, stranger.
About a year afterward I heard from
some of my old neighbors that Jones'
house had been moved right up to
where my old house stood, bv the
same blasted wind. We both con
cluded to stay where we were and
avoided any trouble on that account.
I've been away three months, and
can t exactly say where I do live now,
but I expect I arastill at the oldstand."
A Preference on the Gallows.
—A funny anecdote connected with
the Hon. Joe Blackburn's first race
for Congress is told. Joe happened
to be passing through Owenton, the
county seat tf Owen county, on the
occasion of tie banging of a noted
criminal. As a hanging is rather an
exceptional episode in the State of
Kentuckv. the honorable Joe con
cluded he would stop over a few
hours and witness the event. The
gallows was erected in the public
square, no that no citizen, however
humble, should lose the opportunity
of witnessing the unusual spectacle.
It was, in fact, a gala day such as the
history of Owenton has seldom re
corded. The Sheriff, with true Ken
tucky hospitality, invited Blackburn,
! as one of tba distinguished guest* pre
* sent, to occupy a sea* on the gallows.
! Blackburn did so. Affer the prelim*
' . inaries had been arranged, the Sher*
1 iff consulted his watch and discovered
that it was not quite twelve o'clock,
1 the hour fixed f '.c the execution. Turn
j ing to the prisoner, he said :
‘ j “You Lave ten minutes yet to live.
1 Is there anything you de-die to eay in
the meantime ? ’
The prisoner sullenly replied there
1 was not.
At this instant Blackburn sprang
from his seat, and, advancing to the
edge of the scaffold, said :
“If the gentleman will allow me Lis
remaining ten minutes I will he glad
to announce myself as a candidate for
your suffrage#. If elected to Con*
At this point the prisoner interjec
r ted "Say, you. I* your name Joe
Blackburn ?"
“Yes, sir, - ' responded Blackburn,
Turning to the Sheriff, the prisoner
said :
I "We won’t stand on a few minutes,
more or less, when the alternative is
presented of death on one hand or lit*
I tening t > one of Joe Blackburn's long
winded speeches on the other. Spring
the trap and let me go."
The good nature*) Sheriff obliging*
ly “sprung the trap,“*and the next
instant the desperado swung into eler*
nity, akila BUckburn clambered down
the gallows, exclaiming, as be wool,
that be had lost the greatest op|>orta
nity of bis life.
It Cured the Cat —A man recent
ly cured hts cat of getting u)*on the
; table in search of provendlr. He left
some uitro-glycenne in a sanoer close
to the edge of the table and poured a
little milk on it, then went out and
waited. As he peeped through the
window be saw the cat jump upon the
• table. He smiled Soon the cat
found the milk, and in drinking it
put its Daw into the saucer. The mao
| laughed aloud with glee. Then he
heard a noise, and slowly got up from
a corn field ovtr the fence, picked
several eorde of Splinters out of him
self and stalled into *he house to see
how the eat fed, but he was surprised
i when he found the cat had gone and
taken the Luuse with her.
—a ■ a
MTTeacher —"Now dusie, you may
read the next verse.'' Susi*—“Cast
thy bread upon the water." Teacher
!— ‘ Susie, wh? should we cast our
bread upon the water?" Susie— “To
feed the fish, ma ma."
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