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THE NATIONAL TRIBUNE: WASHINGTON, D. C, THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 13, 1SS3.
MR, POLYPOD, 9 c And How He Came to Engage a New Housekeeper. By Hdcn imtncft ,CJarfc. " Dear me, dear inc," quoth Mr. Cyrus Poly pod, as he leaned back iu his bachelor chair, in front of the bright wood-lire. " Here's another year gone around. I'm thirty-five; all alone in tho world; nobody to give a New Year's gift to, or receive one from. Ho stopped, with a sigh. There had been one dream in his life; but when Leah Maver ick married, tho dream went. Ho never had another. " Evan Mrs. Flint has gone out," ho resumed, half peevishly. Mr.. Flint was his house keeper. " There's not a soul to tiilk to. Hark 1 what was that'.' A knock at the door at nine o'clock at nijtht. Vhat can it iucsu ? There's nobody at homo, so I must go myself. Confound it." .As ho spoke, Mr. Polypod aro?e, crossly, and wrapping his dressing-gown around him, took the lamp in his hand, anil went to the door. lie opened it and louki d out, but saw no one. The night was a dark one, however, and to make sure, he took a step forward to peer out. " Hello," he cried, as his foot came iu con tact with something on the floor of the porch. "What's this? A New Year's present?" and he picked up a large package, or bundle. " Bless my heart," ho cried, almost dropping it again, "it's a baby!" And so it was; a live, laughing, rollicking, year-old baby, that kicked up its heels, grabbed at his whiskers, and laughed in his face. " Bless me, bless me," quoth Cyrus, stagger ing into tho sitting-room with his unwelcome burden. " What on earth will Mrs. Flint say, when she comes home?" And a cold sweat broke out on hL forehead, at the bare idea. " She she niusn't sec it,'' he declared, to iimselt But what to do with it? "I might carry it to somebody else's door and leave it," he thought, meditatively. " But then, somebody might catch me at it, and that would look worse yet. And I can't lock it up in the pantry or the cellar ; it would be suro to squall. But I must do something with it, for Mrs. Flint will certainly be here before ten o'clock." And the poor man racked his brain, and wrinkled his forehead, in a desperate en deavor to solve the difficulty. 'I know what I'll do," he said, at last, with the calmness of despair. " I'll take it up to my room. Mrs. Flint won't find it there. And to-morrow, at peep of day, I'll put it in the big market-basket, and carry it somewhere; to tho hospital, or the poor-house; or, I'll lake the first train to St. Louis nobody knows me there and leave it at the Police Station. Probably it's been kidnapped, anyway. But I'll take it to my room now. Stop, though: it may get hungry; badiesare always wanting mush and milk, or something. But I can't carry everything at once,' so I'll take the the baby up and lock it in my room, and come down again for the refreshments." Mr. Polypod evidently labored under a vague suspicion that the little castaway might get out if the door was not locked, and might fol low him downstaire. With the light in one hand, and tho baby held gingerly in the other, he ptoceeded cau tiously upstairs, and deposited the little inno cent in bed. Somehow, it looked so sweet and rosy, with its dimpled cheeks and blue eyes blue was Mr. Polj'pod's favorite color for eyes that our bachelor could not resist the temptation of kissing the tiny mouth, though he colored guiltily at it. Carefully locking tho door, he crept stealth ily down stairs, feeling more like a burglar than the master of his own house. Finding the coast clear, he proceeded to tho pantry, whence he presently emerged with a plate of cold mush and a good-sized pitcher of milk. He was congratulating himBelf on the suc cess of the issue of his foraging expedition, when the dining room door flew open, and lib stood covered with confusion, like a detected, culprit- for there was jdrs.EllVit- . 3- " Sakes alive, how you mrtled me. Mr. Poly podj I thought it was a burglar," she cried. Tha .shrill voice rasped every nerve in Mr. Polyped'a kdy. But he kept on his way in sheer desperation. "Ahem! I was a little hungry, and ami" "Hnngry? Bat why on airth didn't yon get sou doughnuts, or pie, instead of that coW wtish ? Let mio get some fur ye now." "2?o no I ain't hungry not for dough nut. Ifs tko colic I mean dyspepsia," and the unfortunate man fisd up stairs as rapidly as posdbte, leaving his landlady staring aff&r him, wondering ir he really had taken to drink at last. " For I never heerd him complain of dyspttpsy before," ehe commented, shaking her haul. lir. Folypod. reached his room iu a state bor dering on distraction. "I wonder if she suspects anything," ho muttered.- "She looked so queer. Suppweshc kJiould come up to bring me the dow;rhnufc, after all." And the poor man's hair almost stood on end with teiror. But gradually his fmrs sub sided, as no high heels were heard clicking up the stairs; and so he ones more gave his atten tion to the baby. It had dropped asleep now, with one chubby fist crammed into its rosy mouth ; and some how, in spttc of the trouble it had caused him, Mr. Polypod caught himself half wishing that the little stranger belonged to hiai. In the meantime, Mrs. Fiint had seated her self before the fire, to give her feet a good warming. " T wanted to speak to Mr. Polypod partik'lcr, to-night," she soliloquized; "but he acted so oncommou quare, I clean forgot it. I s'posa it'll do jost as well to-morrow. Bnt I wanted it off my mind, fur I kind o" hale to toll him I'm a-goiu' to marry Deacon Bcllpepper in six weeks. He'll hev trouble a-gittin' a house keeper. I've porter thought Mr. Polypod had a kind o' nankeriu' after me himself, and I wouldn't be surprised if he should pop the question any time, like the Deacon did to night, a-coniin' home from meetin'. So I hotter tell him at once. I miht a-took him, if Jic'd a-askd me first; though since Deacon Bollpopper's been Icokin' this way, it's differ ent; lur he'e a pro&.jsaor and a stlddy church goer, and Mr. Polypod ain't marcy'on us! if tlmr ain't a rap on the door. Who kin be a-coniin' at this time o'nightV And in lier turn, Mrs. Flint took up the lamp, hurried through the hall, and opened the door. No baby this time! But a gentlemanly looking young man, with blonde mustache and imperial, and a slender woman, robed in deep black, clasping his arm. She was a pretty woman, with a ripe, mature beauty, more at tractive than that of extreme youth. Her complexion was still bright aud unfadod. and the chestnut-gold of her hair shaded a brow as fair aud low as Clytie's. Mrs. Flint Avas surprised, but hospitable. " Good-evenin' walk in. Who might you be a-lookin' for?" she enquired, gazing from one to the other. "Granger Squire Granger? Bless your heart, why Squire Granger's folks moved away over In Turkey Bottom, nigh outo three mouths ago. Its sis miles from hero." "Moved?" The young man seemed thunderstruck. "Good heavens, what a Ax," he muttered, vory much annoyed. But the lady looked bewildered. "What do alio mean. Lenox, and where is my liaLyf she cried anxiously. " Be still," whispered the young man. " It's nil a mistake, of course. Baby's all right. Wowkl yon be kind enough to bring the child, ma'am," hp asked, turning to tho housokoopur with a prsu:tsive smile. But Mrs. Flint stared back at him in round eyed astonish ment. " What on airtfa do you mean?" she demanded. "Theie ain't no child here-nO. a one." " Lenox, oh Ijeriov. what hnvr you done with my baby wtere is he?" crkd the mother, fran tically. " You told umj you left him with father Granger. Whore is he, Lenox?" "I'll soon find out only be calm," pleaded Lonox. "But the troth is, 1 told you a little fib about seeing lather. I was iu such a hurry to gut back to uu that I didn't want to stop and explain the Rtaation, and o baby was asleep, and 1 just laid him on the porch, and knocked on the door. Thin 1 hid behind a cedar-trw, and when a tall gpuilcinau opened the door aud took him iu, I thought it was father, of ooarsc" . " Oh, Lenox," sobbed the woman. "As you had written them you were ootniug, I thought of course they would know it was one of my foolish jokes," added Lenox, peni tently. " But my baby my baby," cried the mother, hysterically. " Now look-a-hcre, ma'am, don't you take on so," urged Mrs. Flint, sympathizingly. " Come right into the sittin'-room, and warm yourself, and I'll find out what's becomo o' that baby." And leading tho way, she stirred up the fire and slipped quietly upstairs. In the meantime, baby had waked up and displayed an alarming tendency to cry. Mr. Polypod was trotting it per&cvcriugly on his knee, and dangling his gold watch and chain before its blinking eyes; when suddenly he was startled by a sharp knock on the door. " Thunder," he' gasped, starting up a3 if ho had been shot through the back. "Mr. Polypod," cried a shrill voice; and Cyrus felt that his doom had come, and that the sword was about to fall. "What who is it?" ho gasped, faintly. "Why, it's mc, of course. I want to speak to you," was tho sharp reply. "But I I'm in bed," fibbed the doomed man, desperately. "S'pose you air! Can't you get up and dress? " "I I'm sick I don't feel well. That's tho truth, anyhow," ho muttered to himself ; "for I never felt worse in mylife." "Sick? Nonsense," declared tho house keeper, energetically rattling away at the door-knob. "You ain't no sickcr'n I be. If you'd a' lost your baby, now, you might talk." "Baby!" stammered the guilty man. "But I I havn't got any baby." ." Well, who said you had? Of course, an old bachelor 1 ike you wouldn't hov one," snapped tho widow, losing all patience. " There's a" Before she could utter another word, a cry the loud, long, unmistakable cry of a child 'Smote her cars, coming directly from Mr. Poly pod's room. "Sakes alive, ho has got it, suro enough," cried the housekeeper. Suddenly tho door opened, and Mr. Polypod appeared, with a very red face, holding the baby in his arms. "I I founditonthedoor-step," hccxplaincd, sheepishly. "And if you'll only take it, and do something with it, I'll I'll" '" Found it on tho door-step? Who'll believe that? Huuiph, give it to mc," cried the widow, striving to hide her amusement. With the words, she took the baby, and tripped downstairs with it. Cyrus was now desperate. "How on earth did she find out about it," he said to himself. "And what is she going to do with it, I wonder?" And ho followed her. The happy mother was hugging her restored treasure to her breast, the chestnut-gold of her hair looking scarcely less bright than baby's. Mr. Polypod gazed, transfixed with astonish ment. Was he dreaming? Or was that could it be she? He pinched himself, to see if he was awake. Then, as tho golden head was lifted, and he caught a glimpse of the fair face, he j started forward. "Leah!" he said. "Leah!" The blue eyes were raised to his with a startled look, 'then dropped shyly under the ! golden hushes. . T - ... , it i les, .Lieanr' sne answercu, nor cneexs growing pink as a mountain daisy. "Leah Granger; but a widow now; aud this," turn ing to Lenox, "is my brother-in-law, Mr. Granger.-' . Mr. Polypod insisted upon keeping his guests j over night; aud in the morning drove them himself over to "Turkey Bottom." "Sakes alive," cried Grandma Granger. "And so you didn't get our .letter, a-tellin' you we was a-goin' to move over here? And to think of Lenox a-playin' off sech a prank as that? He'd ought to hev had his ears boxed good." "Well, you see," explained Lenox, "Leah was determined to come last night, as she thought you would be expecting her. It was nine o'clock when we got to the station, and ! there was no conveyance to be had ; so we had to foot it. or stay on the platform all night; for, as you know, there isn't a single habitation there. Well, wo reached the creek, but Leah could not walk the plank, and I could not well carry her and the baby both. So I took him on, intending to leavo him with you, whilo I went back for her. Then it struck me that the orcck might rise and carry the plank away bef re 1 got back, and so " But the rest of tho explanation has already been given. Mr. Polypod stayed to eat dinner at tho Granger farm-house, and before he left Turkey Bottom he had another housekeeper engaged to take Mrs. Flint's place; for his old sweet heart had promised to becomo liis wife. "I'll have somebody to talk to now," ho said. "That baby was a New-Year's gift, after all, even if it did give me a lot of trouble." And Mr. Polypod never found occasion to change his opinion, even when other golden heads had clustered about him. Peterson's Magazine. a THE HUE AND CRY. Another Collection of Newspaper Attacks on the Soldier. Onposcd to Slore Tension Bills. From the Chicago Time. The Senator?, Representatives and the Executive will do well to bwir in mind that the people have liad enough pension bills'. To pass another may make trouble. There was not much complaint about bills for the improvement of rivers and liar Ixrs for Fevernl yeur-.i. People generally know that they were frauds, but they were not very lorgo or very apparent frauds. The time came, how ever, when nil were convinced that a sulllcicntsum liad been squandered on rivers thnt existed only in name und on harbors that had never been visited by a ship. The tax-payers expressed their opinion of the matter at tho last election. Several memlers of Congress discovered that their constituents were thoroughly in earnest in regard to this form of robbery. The people have had enough of plunder ing pension bills. Congressmen who vote for an other will perlmjs cliarc the fate of those who voted for the last river and harbor bill. (live Uh the Names. From the Bristol (X. I.) Phanix. It is well known that our present list embraces a large proportion of pensioners who are annually defrauding the Government, and bringing disgrace ujkiii the honest soldier who merits tho substantial recognition of the country. In this and in every community there are ctscs of pensioners who are no more entitled to a pension than the smallest school boy who runs in the street. All eorts of frauds are perpetrated upon the Pension Bureau which would 1k promptly brought to light were the names of the pensioner published iu full. The plea of delicacy Lb simply ridiculous. Should HaTc Been Left to the States. From the K. Y. Sun. Let Congress enact that all claims not presented prior to this enactment bhall be payable only from date of filing the declaration, o.onc will be in jured, for all acts passed since the war are not in the nature of contracts, but are charitable grants. The old claims were u matter of right and law. If for nothing else than to destroy the monstrous power growing out of the increased importance of the Pension Bureau, this step ought to be taken. It is n pity the whole business of pensions had not been left to the States, where it belongs. Another Scarecrow. From the Iltttland (Vt.) Herald. If this equalization act p.iascs, wo shall then have an act of fpeeinl bounty to those who were in rebel prisons, mid the door will be again opened wide to lmud. No government on earth can stand the end less drain ot debt thnt we shall impose on ourselves and our children, if wc do not stop short in this lwunty business. The JCation will be lly blown by a smtrm of claim agents and sucked to death by army shirks. THE OTHER SIDE. A Nebraska Paper's Vigorous Iteply to Attacks ou the Soldier. Let Scheming Politicians Tlensrel .From the Osceola (Xcb.) Record. Admitting that there are occasional frauds per pelmUMl, is titnt just cause why the ex-soldier of lliu .Nation should be constantly insulted and mis i epritrtjntod by every varlet who liappcus to own or control u printing press? The fact i3, the Xation owes to its soldiers every dollar it p-iya, and more. Gratitudu will never bankrupt tiio American Republic. The reason why the soldiers are just now made tho senpegonta iixmii which overy political vulturo hopes to unload his political sins is partly because, like too muny others, the soldier 1ms forgotten his former nlicgiunce, has not " voted as he shot," has supposed that tho issues of tho wur were dead, (when, iiihteud, they only Mmulutcd sleep,) and has been in too ifreat liiiMe to clasp hands with his old time treacherous enemies. Iet scheming politicians beware. When they count uikhi the soldier vote 115 hopelessly divided, wbcu they think that, Dcliidi like, they have shorn the locks of Smiifou'n strength, they may suddenly tweke to Hod, especially 111 tho great Notthwest, that Ihey have reckoned without their host, and the noWiend will become a solid phulaux, ntur sltalhd Kui, strengthened by the sous they havo reared, to inarch to a peaceful victory ut the polls, to the discomfiture of the ingmtes whose chief 'pen- Tho firaml Army's Title to Respect. From the Kcw Haven Daily Union. The Grand Aimy of the Republic, as shown by tho reporta of tho Stalo Kueanipnients now being held, is increasing rapidly all over the country, and tho increase during the year ending next Juno promises to be enormous. " The Springfield Repub lican gives the reason for this in the following: "On casual thought it might seem strange thnt the G rand Army of the State should show growth nearly n score of years after tho close of the war in which its members sawservice; but theroare reason" enough why this should bo so. Each year adds to fie honor in which the veterans are held by the peo ple, and it is only natural that the soldiers should more generally unite in this formal organization as the years recede. More and more will the fact of ser vice 'for the Union become a distinction in which men may properly glory. The Grand Army of tho Republic has proved its freedom from politi cal complications and its title to popular respect and the support of our veteran citizen-soldiery." FACING THE FOE. Our Veterans Keep Up the Fire on their Slan derers. "SInco the war Thavc been taking the Cincin nati Enquirer, and thought, or tried to think, it was a good paper, bnt tho last number, which contains an attack on pensioners, has soured on me." X.L-. Frilts, Rainsborough, Ohio. "I was a subscriber to tho Cincinnati Commercial up to last month, but when it came out squarely against the soldier I dropped it, and have since been doing all I can to counteract its opinions." T. D. Sheridan, Coal Works, Ohio. "I would as soon think of hoisting a rebel flng as allow one of those newspapers which arc slander ing oui ex-soldiers to enter my house. Stand by The Tnini'N'i:, comrades. It will defend you against these scribblers and tricksters." F. M. Woodward, Edina, Mo. "While the Copperhead journals are howling for the publication of tho pension list. I would suggest thnt This Tninrsn publish a list of all papers that oppose legislation in the interest of our ex-soldiers, and that every veteran paste it in his scrap-book for handy reference." II. J. Peck, New Haven, Conn. " I asked a soldier the other day to subscribe for Tin: Tiunrxi:. but he said he could get the Xew York Sun for the same price. I told him it was one of the soldier's bitterest enemies, und he replied that if that was so, he thought he would subscribe for The Tninui: when hi3 year was up." Charles Irons, Cassville, X. J. " Double-shot your guns with grape and canister. Gh'e those snivelling curs, those self-appointed watch-dogs over the United States Treasury, who are so anxious for a fat job of printing at the Gov ernment's expense, to understand that there nre thoe who do not bow at the beck and call of capi tal." M. B., Red Cloud, Neb. "When such papers as the New York Sun, St. Louis G'ahe-Dcmocral. and others of equal promi nence begin to assail the men who risked their lives to save the country, .simply because they claim their just rights, I say it is high time that our old soldiers called a halt, and withdrew their support from them." David II. Myers, ICuobsville, Pennsylvania. " I am n cripple, and it frequently happens that while riding in the street-cars people rudely jostle mc and then abuse mc with some such remark as, why don't you take your feet out of the way. Nat urally it makes me indignant, but what right havo we to expect more consideration from the people, when we arc denounced by the press as pension frauds?" C. E. Blackwell, Brooklyn, N. Y. "I applied for a pension five years ago and have just received an order from the Commissioner to reuort for examination. I'erhnns I would be con sidered a fraud by the newspapers whose opinions ' you publish m Tirrc Tiunrxn. because 1 uu not ap ply sooner for a pension, but I will reply by saying that when 1 returned from the war I owned prop erty the rent of which was sufficient to support me without any aid from the Government. Since then I have been cheated out of my property." S. W. Davis, Central Bridge, N. Y. "I would like to nsk the edito'rsof the Sun, Brat tlebopo' liefonner, and other Democratic papers, if they have ever seen a loved father and idolized brother a boy only seventeen stait for the front, and if they have heard a mother's agonized prayer for her boy's safe return? She reads the news of the battle of Ball's Bluff and finds his name among those of the missing. Then comes the word that he is a prisoner at Salisbury, N. C. Seven long, dreary months after his capture he returns to her not the happy boy, but a broken down man. To-day he is not able to work, and too proud to subject himself to slurs by asking a pension." This Soldier's Sister, Iloosick Falls, N. Y. "I have fifty-two members in my Post, and I think only six have ever asked for a pension. I want vnii In alinw tin llif fnlhiwinir cftsn : G. W. Moore. Past Adjutant of this Post, enlisted in company 15, ! Sixty-ninth Ohio, September 5, 1ST.1, as lirst bcr gcant of his company. He was captured at Chicka mnusra. and for eighteen months suffered nil the horrors of Belle Isle, Andersonyillc, Florence, Dan-J vine, .vc wncn no was insuic prisoner no was in line of promotion; when released he was still scr.. geant; the second pcrgcant, wno naa the good fortune of not being taken prisoner, was n captain, the position Moore would hae undoubtedly had. Comrade Mooro )ias never asked for a pension. I could mention ninny just such cases; yet these cowardly editors deride and vilify the brave men who suffered nil nnd lost all that this country should live." G. A. Nicholctts, P. C, Vicksburg Post, 72, Humboldt, Kan. An Kx-Soldler's DcfenRo of Grant. To the Editor Natioxal Tr.moxK : In your issue of tho 23th ult. I sec a great many trying to slur the illustrious patriot and soldier, General Grant. I would most respectfully invite them to n. second rending of the text from which they so bitterly prcacli. I was a veteran soldier and am proud of it. I voted for the great and good Lincoln, and for every president that has been elected since, and have as few regrets for having voted for Grant as any of them, and am proud of that,' too. I fall to see nnything in General Grant's remarks on the 5 10 bill that any honest pensioner can object to. I fail to sec where he casts any slur on his old soldiers. Ho but speaks tho truth thnt which is just and right. Taking these criticisms all iu all, I think they fall very flat, and arc the out croppings of indiscretion, bad taste, nnd will bo of no good to the old soldier. I am not copper head enough t& join in with tho traitors of this country in vilifying and abusing the very man who laid the plans that so successfully knocked the last prop out from under the rebellion, and the great est man living to-day upon all God's inhabitable earth. Why did not somo of General Grant's critics crawl to tho top of that ladder when they had equal chances to do so? It is n misrepresenta tion of tho facts to ay that General Grant looks down on or plurred the old soldiers in the article referred to. Having been a private soldier I know how to sympathize with the common soldiers who left, comfortable homes and endured the hardships and privations of camp-life, and offered their lives a bleeding sacrifice upon the alter of their country, that this Nation might be ono and inseparable, nnd for the perpetuation of American freedom nnd Amorionn institution. I would love to see every poldicr who deservea a pension liave it. I Iielievo It to lie right for this Nation to honor its defenders bv legislation nnd otherwise, but I don't believe it right, or the part of wisdom, for the old soldiers to denounce audi men as General Grant simply be cause he, in his judgment, mw fit and proper, as the President of the United States, to veto tho equalization of bounties bill. I am still for Grant, and in tho words of that good old hymn, "Shall bo till I die. I. II. Axton. What They Think of Beck at Home. To flic Editor National Tribune: The enclosed paragraph from 'the Philadelphia Press is too good to bo lost, so please give the ben efit of it to your readers: "Senator Beck's prominence in the tarifT debate Is said to be part of a concerted movement by his Kentucky friends to bring him to tho front as a Presidential candidate next year." His nrominence in the bitter attacks on Union soldiers, and his mean and heartless denunciations i of the pension business, will bring to tho front enough boys in blue to bury him so deep that in 1SSG he will be able to take another trip to Canada. In speaking of the cruelty of Beck, (I came near saying Wirz,) let me say : A gentleman who resides near Lexington, Kentucky, nnd who was an officer iu the Confederate army, in writing to a friend in this city, says : "Although I am a Democrat, nnd was an officer in tho Confederate nrmy for four years, I am glad to say the nttneks of Beck on you soldiers finds no place in our hearts; neither do wo approve of any such course; for had we been suc cessful, we would havo been pensioned tho same as you soldiers arc being pensioned, and you can bet your earthly existence wo would not have allowed Beck or any other man to libel us as he has you Northern men who bore tho brunt of thu fight. We respect the men who bravely stood before us ahd took our fire, nnd have no sympathy for a man who talked loud and much when trouble was brewing, nnd who, when the fight opened, left us in the lurch and skipped over the border." That is the kind of talk we might expect to hear from a brave Confederate boldier. Justice. Philadelphia, Pa. An Amendment to Senator Beck's Bill. "I would offer the following amendment to the bill introduced by Senator Beck in regard to post ing the names of pensioners : ''And he it further enacted, That under each nnme shall be given n full and accurate account of nil the dangers and privations said pensioner or claim ant underwent, together with a full history of his many weary marches through mud und sleet, and his many cold and sleepless nights on picket, as well as the number of times he breasted the leaden hail, together with an estimate of about how much our country would be worth nt the present, ilato were it not for the services rendered by him and such as he." William 11. Roy, Marquette, Neb. Uncle Sam's Xary. In a communication published in tho Army and Xary Journal, Commander J. B. Coghlan, U. S.N., states that the consultations of eminent naval and other surgeons, respecting his rheumatic a,ttack, failed to afTord him tho slightest relief. By advice of Dr. Hoylo ho used St. Jacobs Oil, which wrought a complete and, as he says, wonderful cure. John Carr Moody, Esq., lawyer at Vallejo, Cal., was like wise cured of a severe joint trouble. business seems to be to cover the name of ' sioner" with shnmc. Aim VATTMn FfU IO oriyinai of the petition of the Continental Con l ) Ml I I I N T h An I Ss t0 thc King, endorsed by its presiding uuu 1UUUU 1ULUU,I officer. Hnnrv Middleton. aud marked as hav The Snow-Ball Jury and its Stern Decree. By TTiUiam O. Stoddard. " Boys ! Boys ! Come on ! Hero's somo fun !" " What's a-going on V What is it?" Tho shouts were excited and long-drawn, and so was tho answer : " Thc girls are pelting Bill Henderson 'cause he sassed tho school-ma'am. Como 0-0-on !" They were coming, for school had not been out three minutes, and none of them had gone far from it. Thcro had been trouble in thc littlo school-house of late, and Bill Henderson had beou at tho bottom of a good deal of it. It was not altogether because he was so very bad a boy, but ho felt it a littlo hard to be as big as he was, and to be bullied for his blun ders by so very small a woman as the school trustees had chosen for a teacher that winter. It might havo been different if there had been any boy a little taller to set him a good examplo, but all the tallboys in tho district were attend ing school at the Academy. Tims Bill was left to settle his difficulties in his own way, and ho had not yet been able to sottle them at all, for littlo Miss Varick refused to have mercy on his mistakes of any kind. What madcitworso was that she told him, three or four times a day, thnt she was his best friend, and wanted to help make a man of him. Bill could havo stood a great many things better than ho could that, for ho felt that he was quite near enough to being a man to bo sent to thc Academy. There were other boys in tho District School, butnoncof them were largo enough to inter fere much with Bill, and he had his own way agood deal in any out-of-door matters. Thcro were not even any large girls, but thcro was a perfect swarm of small ones, and Miss Varick had somehow persuaded them all that she had como among them as a sort of guardian angel. That was why thcro was such a suddon sil ence along tho lower benches, and such a buzz after it that afternoon, when Bill Henderson roundly declared, "I won't spell it again!" "You won't, William? Did you say 'I won't?' Sp611 it again, sir." " I won't. I don't moan to let any woman bosi me." "Spell it, sir!" Bill held down his head sulkily, but he did notf open his lips again in reply to Mis3 Var ick's further romarks, of which thcro wero many, except at tho end of them, when he again blurted out, "I won't be kept after school, neither not by any woman." Ho had not been looking at the rows of little faces on those bunches, and if he had it would not have occurred to him how many little women were sitting there, not one of them comparing iu point of size with even little Miss Varick. Particularly he had failed to see the look of wrath in the black eyes of Polly Burbank, and he had no notion of what made her buzz around so among thc other girls the moment Miss Var ick struck tho small brass tea-bell on her desk, and said : "School is dismissed. I will see William Henderson again about this half an hour before school opens to-morrow morning." There was a sound of something to come in the clear tones of the sch,ool-ina'am's voice, and Bill's head was still hanging a littlo when he slouched out of the door, and began to trudge along tho road toward home. " Xow, girls, let's pelt him." It was Polly Burbank's shrill treble that he heard saying that, and she liad a snow-ball ready-made to show what she meant. It Avas not a very big or hard one, but it hit him just under the left ear, and Kate Sullivan followed it? with another thatwent into his neck. At any other time he might have set to work and snow-balled back again, but he knew somehow that Miss Varick was watching the fun from tho window, and thatshe beam Polly Burbank shout again: " Pelt him, girls. Ho said she was nothing but a woman," That was tho crimo he had committed, and ho felt meaner and meaner about itwith every small globe of packed snow that hit him. "Pelt him, Polly! Pelt him, girls! We'll stand byyoii." Bill hardly cared what boy it was that said that; but he knew they were coming back, and following along to see fair play, and that they would all bo against him if he dared rebel too savagely against his small tormentors. They grew worse and worse as he walked faster nnd faster, and ho w:i3 thinking whether or not it would-pay to run, when who should drive along but Mrs. Dillaway, the minister's wife, in her old red cutter, with old Miss Burns beside her. "Girls! girls!" exclaimed Mrs. Dillaway, "what aro you all about?" "Yes," said Miss Burns, " what on yearth aro they up to?" "Pelting Bill Henderson," shouted Polly Burbank, " because lie sassed the school ma'am. Said he wouldn't mind a woman." "ire did, did he?" "Ho wouldn't, would he?" Bill lifted his head, and was just about to say something, when a small girl with very red hair throw a big ball of half-packed snow with so good an aim that his mouth was too full of it for a word to come out. "Drive on, Mrs. Dillaway," said Miss Burns. " Let 'em make an awful examplo of him. It's high time scch talk was put an end to. Noth ing but a woman ! " I declaro ! " If Bill had run just then, it would have looked as if ho were trying to" catch a rido on that very cutter, aud ho could not bear tho thought of that. He walked as fast as he knew how, but so did all tho other boys, and by common consent not ono of them threw so much as an ounce of snow at him. They left all that to the girls; but they could not help packing a few fir3t-rato snow-balls, and hand ing them around, like so many ready-made cartridges iu time of war. Polly Burbank was everywhere, all around her victim, and so was Kate Sullivan, and bo was thc littlo girl with the very red hair ; but some of tho others were beginning to get tired, and drop off toward their own homos, when Bill drew near tho gate of his father's house! Ho had been walking somewhat more slowly for the last few rods, and had looked up now and then as if he wanted to know if there wa3 any one in that front yard. The girls had done tho same, but thcro had been no ono visible until just as Bill reached the gate, and Polly shouted : " Give him one more pelt, girls ! " She was barely ten years' old herself, but tho tall, Boman-noscd woman who came suddenly out on the door-step was four times that at least, and the youngest of three shorter ladies who followed her was nearly twenty. " What does it all mean? William, my son, what's the matter?" William had no answer in a good shape to give, but there were four or live eager voices quite ready to explain the matter, and then ho almost wished ho had gone in tho opposjto di rection when ho left the school-house". His mother and his two aunts and his sister not ono of thorn but took tho words right out of Polly Burbank's mouth, and said th'em all over, with a good many more like them. "Pelted homo from school by all the girls ! " exclaimed Mrs. Henderson at last, with a very red face. " Como right in here, William. I'm a woman myself. We'll seo about this. Go home, girls, all of you." " Mother," said his sister, " we'd all better go to tho school-houso with William to-morrow morning." " Of course wo will," said both his aunts in a breath ; but they could hear PoUy Burbank say to little Kate Henderson. "Did you hear that? Guess he'diatherbe pelted, don't you?" "Guess he would; but we've done all we could for him." So they had, and that was tho last rebellion of the kind that took place during all tho time Miss Varick taught in that district. Harper's Young People. a Some Curloin Manuscripts. From thc A'ew York Sun. The collection of papers relating to Benjamin Franklin which Henry Stevens has been mak ing for many years in London, and which has been purchased by tho United States, is said by a correspondent of the Cincinnati Commer-cial-Gazctte to be invaluable. Somo of tho manuscripts wore found in a tailor's shop, whero they had remained seventeen years. Ono was cut into a pattern for a sleeve, and an other was crossed with tho figures of a cus tomer's measurements. The papers havo been carefully mounted, and bound in sixty vol umes. Tho most curious aud valuablo is tho ing passed through Franklin's hands oa Octo ber 26, 1774. Another gem is the earliest auto graph of Franklin, thc manuscript of his "Ar ticles of Belief and Acts of Keligion." dated 172H. There is a letter by Franklin to Cad walladar Colden, earnestly advising him to marry, and giving many reasons why a man is likely to become worthless and unhappy unless ho is a husband. Moral and other consider ations aro mingled in tho most amusing way. An argument is even made- in favor of marry ing old women " they aro so grateful." a WHERE FAMINE STALKED. The Strugglo for Existence In Southern Prison Pens. To tho Editor Natioxal TmncxK: I was captured near Guntown, Miss., tho 10th day of June, WVt. nnd was initiated into the horrors of Andersonviilo ten days thereafter. When I entered Andersonvilie I wa- one of tho strongest and most vigorous of our soldiers. I had never known ft sick day in my past life, nnd my average weight was 190 pounds. When I came out I weighed but 90 pounds, und my line constitution waa broken and ruined. Since then and down to the present day I have not seen a single well day. It was un doubtedly the design of those in authority nt Ander sonviilo to leave nothing undone that would tend to propagate diseases in those forms which insure death by a slow, lingering and agonizing process. The more wretchedness, suffering nnd misery they could cause in the ranks of tho prisoners the moro their vindlctivcness was gratified. I well remem ber one poor fellow who was wasted to a mere skel eton by a long and painful disease, when ut Inst he was unnble to longer move around, he retired to his burrow in the ground, and without hat, coator vest lay down there, and in his miserable louse-infested kennel resigned himself to die. Being un able to partake of one morsel of the coarse and un wholesome food diyilt out to the prisoners, ho wel comed death as the means of ending forever his miserable existence. But death wju slow to nn bwer the .summons. And thus he lay day after day in 11 scmi-comatosc condition, too weak to move either hand or foot, while tho lice, Hies nnd mus quitors could be seen crawling from his nostrils, Ins curs and his mouth. Each morning for many days his comrades would go to his burrow expect ing to find that death had closed tho scene; but on their near approach, his stcrtorious breathing would announce to them that life was still there. It was not till after thc vermin had actually eaten into his flesh, creating great sores whero innumera ble maggots found n burrow, did his spirit take its flight. The amount of human suffering endured in thnt prison-pen can be fully realized only by those who have hail a personal residence there dur ing the period of which I write. One of your corre spondents has referred to that squad of prisoners who were taken from Andcrsonville to Lake City, Florida, in the spring of 11, and turned loose the last of April to seek our lines by way of Jackson ville. I belonged to the squad of which Comrade Vawter speaks. How well I remember my gaunt nnd feeble nppcarance and the tottering steps with which I plodded on my way to the Union lines along thc railroad. Often I wn3 obliged to sit down and rest, and I was afraid my strength would not hold out. But under tho stimulus of freedom I succeeded at last in reaching the lines. On my arrival, a sympathizing soldier at once gave me a cup of black coffee nnd n loaf of white breadj I believe that moment was the happiest in my whole life. I soon obtained new clothing and shed my filthy nnd densely populated rags. With Comrade Vawter, I ca gay from that day to this I have never seen anything- that looked like a prisoner of war. Eexky Devilliz. Leopold, Ixd. o The Trice of Liberty at AndcrsonTille. To thc Editor National Tntntrsn: In a former letter I gave a faint outline of my ex perience in Andcrsonville prison. Looking back now, it seems miraculous that any human being could endure what I did for five months and survive it. Though starved to a suite of emaciation, my teeth on thc point of falling out, my feet so swollen 1 could scarcely stand, I never despaired. Twice liberty seemed a certainty, only to prove a mirage; but I remained hopeful nnd always on the alert, watching for an opportunity to get away. The long-looked for opportunity finally came in an un expected manner. Wandering around camp I met a cousin, Leonard Parish, of the Sixteenth or Seven teenth Iowa (I forget which), who had not been in long, and while conversing with him on the situa tion I noticed he still retained his watch; I asked him if he would give it for liberty. He answered: " Gladly." I told him that we could both get ofT for that watch. He handed it to me, saying: " Go and try." I hobbled away to find the sergennt. Find ing him easy to trade with, I demanded the liberty of three men for the watch. "All right," said he, " if enough d Yankees who are booked for to morrow's exchange die to-night, I'll pass you and your friends in their stead." Ah ! how certain tho vacancies; but alas, for the brave lioys whose ears would be deaf to to-morrow's call to the freedom they had longed and prayed for! At the appointed hour Parish, myself, and an Illinois boy (I forget his name) found ourselves, with hundreds of oth ers, on our way for Savannah, nnd tho next day the glorious old Stars-and Stripes floated above us, and wo felt that we had been through tho "valley and shadow of death." I have forgotten the exact date of our release, but It occurred sometime between the 10th and 20th of December, ISGL Though tho "frost3 and blooms" of eighteen years lio " between now and then." the horrors of Andersonviilo, Savannah, and Milen have never been nbsent from my mind a single day. In tho silent wood or crowded street, unconscious of sur roundings, I hear again the hollow groan of tho dying comrade; with dry eyes and a dull heart ache, I listen onee more to his babble of homo and mother till his voice is hushed in death. Again, I hear tho crack of the cruel imi3kct, which told us that some poor boy, crazed by the fever-fire in his cins, has sought and found rest across tho "dead line." I see gaunt shadows of men, eaten with ul cere, tormented by vermin, and enduring in an aggravated form every species of evil, that the Re public might live. Yes, these arc the sights and sounds that will haunt mo whilo memory lives. NOT ItOsS, Mo. JA3IE3 M. BtKK. 0v TT10 Soldier's Bainbow of Promise. To the Editor. ICatioal Tkibuxb: I recall a conversation I once had with a soldier who had been a prisoner for some montlis during the late war. He recounted many incidents of his prison Ufo which impressed me deeply and aroused my greatest sympathy. But there was one which made a vivid and lasthyr Impression on my mind. It was told with a mingling of pathos and joy, an idea of which even, I cannot hope to convey in cold written words. After telling of the deceptions practiced upon the prisoners by their guards say ing that they were about to be exchanged, when in fact, as it afterwards appeared, they were only being moved from one prison to nnother, he said they were finally taken aboard a steamer in a river the name of which I have forgotten. He then con tinued as nearly as I can remember, as follows : "We had been deceived so often that wo did not believe them when they told us we were going to be exchanged. Still there was a fuint hope that it might be true. As we turned n bend in the river there lay, to our great surprise, one of our gun boats with the Stnra and Stripes waving- and droop ing over the bow, almost, if not quite, touching tho water, and seemingly welcoming" or beckoning us onward. My own sensations and thoso of my fellow prisoners too, no doubt, were strange nnd indescribable. We did not give vent to our great joy in cheers or words, but stood silent, tremb ling and with streaming eyes, looking at the flng, and then nt one another, as if to say, is it real or only a dream ? Lips moved, but nobody spoko. I never knew till then how much I loved that sym bol. Oh, it was a beautiful eight, nnd how many memories and hopes and scenes clustered around it I" Ta: CiiAEBEnAY. Sasta Barbara, Cal. a Life nt Cnh.Tuoa Prison. To the Editor National Tribuxe: I was for six montlis an inmatb of the prison at Cahawba, Ala., and I remember that during a freshet in the Alabama River we were compelled to stand waist-deep in the water for four days and nights. Many of us did not get a morsel of food during the whole time, aud afterwards we were put on lialf rations for four days longer, because some of tho prisoners liad attempted to escape. The rebel authorities thought they could starve us into revealing thc names of the leaders of the plot, and they were partially successful, for somo ono did turn informer, and those who had token part in the conspiracy were at once removed to n dungeon. Our sufferings at Cahawba were much the sonic as those experienced by prisoners in other pens. Tho nights wero cold, and our feet were frequently frost-bitten. After our release misfortune seemed to follow us, for we were put aboard tho unlucky Sultana, which blew up above Memphis. Those of us who survived the explosion were picked up tho next morning by the steamboats nnd taken back to Memphis, where wo remained until the arrival of another boat. Ebkxezek, Texx. v . J. Byerbt. a Tho Flag In the Skies. To tho Editor National Tribuxe: I have read with great interest Free Lance's nnd Little Red Cap's accounts of prison life nt Ander sonviilo. They both refer to many events of which I was an eye-witness, but there arc several very interesting incidents they fail to speak of. I ask my comrades of that prison if they recollect seeing, ono day, the glorious old Stars and Stripes in the sky just a little to the south of the prison, and how our poor fellows did cheer I Wo told the rebs that they had been defeated, and the rainbow was the sign of a glorious victory for the Union arms. Another little incident also occurs to me, and that was find ing a spider-web fast to an old tent early one morn ing, before tho sun had begun to shine. It was of as pretty a red, white, nnd blue as I ever saw, and how our starving boys did shout when they once more beheld thc glorious emblems of liberty. Tyler Co., W. Va. Isaac N. Sottoh. Tough Times at Salisbury. To tho Editor National Tribune: I noticed in a late number of The Trtbune an inquiry as to how the prisoners fared at Salisbury, N. C I have two prison diaries in my possession one kept by J. "V . Steigclman and the other by J. W. King and I will quote some of their state ments : On October 6, lbfi-1, when they went into Salisbury prison it contained nine thousand eight hundred" prisoners, nd out of that number livo thousand three hundred tiled up to February 22, lsO-j. I also notice they had a very cold winter at tluit place. Sleet and snow were quite frequent. On December 9, 1S&1, nt ten a. m., it began to hail and snow, and the storm continued the next morn ing. Four inches of snow fell. Ou November 25, 1501, tho prisoners made an attempt to break out of prison. The rebs fired fivo rounite of grape nnd canister and killed twelve nnd wwimtai for ty-ft vo prisoners. The latter killed five and wottndt-d eleven rebels. The outbreak erented quite iwi ex citement at tho time nnd brought va from tha sur rounding country old iu"'n nnd young boys with all sorts'of guns to defend the plftee. SUIRE3IAN:TOWX, Pa. ISAIAH STEIGELMAN. A Reminiscence of Tyler Prlsoa. To the Editor National Tribune: I was for thirteen months a wounded prisoner of war in tho Southwest. Tyler. Tax. During that timo I once succeeded in waking my op", but was recaptured by bloodhounds. As puui-ih-incut, I was thrown into an underground cell. ith twenty-niue other recaptured prisoners. Thecfii was only sixteen feet sqimre, and our sufferings were indescribable, pent up hs we were in th -t horrible hole. When I whs taken out. on tbeirth of May, to be sent home, I w as so weak thatleoutd hardly stand. West Liberty, Ia. Ciias. D. Gibson. a How Wc Treated Itcbil Prisoners. "As there has been a call for tho 'other side' that is to say, experience of relel prisonors In Union prisons I venture to toll you what 1 know about it. I was on detached service nt Camp Doug lass, Chicago, for some fifteen mouths during tha war, and at one time seven thousand reln-ls, chiefly from Arkansas, were confined there. Dur ing the winter of 0U-'3 they camcln so rapidly that the camp was not in a condition to receive them, nnd for a few Iuys there whs somo ! of life by cold weather, but thf Government soon furnished thpin with proper clothing and blankets, stoves for tficir quarters, and plenty nt woou and coal, and they were made just as comfortable as their guards. Their rations wero fully as good 88 thote issued to our own soldiers. They received thrce-quartfers of a pound of pork or twenty ounces of leef. ono pound of hard bread or twenty-two ounces of soft bread, three and a half ounces of sugar, two and a half ounces of coffee, and were permitted in addi tion to draw corn-meal and moltuwes, luxuries which wero denied to our own soldiers. No re striction was placed upon their movements within the limits of the camp, and no punishment was in flicted, except for attempts to escape." R.T. Slack, Chelsea, Vt. "In your issue of January 4th, I noticed an In quiry as to the treatment of Confederate prisoners. I can speak for one prison at least, Fort Delaware. The quarters in which the prisoner wero confined were as good as the barracks of the Union soldiers, nnd they drew the same rations and received tho eatne treatment when sick. In fact, they bad Gov ernment hospital accommodations, and when they were in need of new clothing- could draw from tho Government stores." It. L. B. Hill, Baden, Pa. 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