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1869. VOL. XIII. —NO. 49. The Democratic Messenger, Published Evert Satprpat bt LITTLETON DENNIS, Proprietor AT SHOW HILL, WORCESTER CO.. MO. Subscription. $1 Year in Advance. Liberal arrangements made with clubs. Correspondence solicited from all parts of the county. \ ADVERTISING RATES. One dollar for one inch space will be charged for the first Insertion, and fifty cents for each subsequent insertion. A liberal discount will be made on quarterly six months, or yearly advertisements. Local notices will be iuserted at 20 cents per Une. Marriage and death notices inserted tree. Obituary uotices inserted at half advertising rates. All advertising bills are due after the first Insertion, unless otherwise agreed upon. LITTLETON DENNIS, Snow Hill, Md ' PROFESSIONAL CARDS. A DIAL P. BARNES, ATTORNEY-AT-lAW. Offlee opposite Court House, Bnow Hill. Md. Will visit Pocomoke City every Saturday. i Strict attention given to the collection ol claims. J. PURNELL, ATTORNEY-AT-LAW. Offlee opposite Court House, Snow Hil'.l, Md. Strict attention given to the collection ol claims. Will visit Berlin on the second Satur day of every month. TjTDWARD D. MARTIN, ATTORNEY-AT-LAW. Offlee opposite Town Hall. Berlir. Md. Special attention given to the collection ol c'afms. 17 DWARD B. BATES, (Late of Baltimore Bar,) ATTORNEY AND COUNSELOR-AT-I.AW, Snow Hill. Md. Offlee opposite Court House, adjoining the Post Office. C'T EORGE M. UPSHUR, * ATTOItNEY-AT-LAW. Office, Court House Square, Snow Hill, Md. Prompt attention given to the collection of claims. 4 1 EORGE W. PURNELL, ATTORNEY-AT-LAW. Offlee, opposite Court House. Snow Hill. Md. Claims promptly collected. Will visit Poeo tnoke City on the second Saturday of eaeb month. /GEORGE W. COVINGTON, A* ATTORNEY-AT-LAW. Office, Court House Square. Snow Hill, Md. Prompt attention given to the collection of naims. SAMUEL H. TOWNSEND, ATTORNEY-AT-LAW. Office, op|>osite Court House, Snow Hill, Md. Prompt attention given to the collection of claims. WM SIDNEY WILSON, ▼ ’ ATTORNEY-AT-LAW. Office on Washington Street three doors above Post Office. Snow Hill, Md. Immediate attention given to the collection of claims. Dr. e. e. dashiell, DENTIST. Office, opposite Franklin House, Snow Hill. Will visit Berlin on Thursday. Friday and Saturday of each week. All operations on the teeth performed in the most skillful man ner, HOTELS. NATIONAL HOTEL, (Late Col. Dtmoj k's. i Opposite Court Houko, Snow llill Md. Large Airy Rooms, Excellent Table. Home Comforts Permanent and transient guests kindly re ceived and hospitably entertained. Terms, f 1.50 jht day. Hacks at the R. R. Depot to meet all trains J. S. TRICE. Propri. tor. SALISBURY HOTEL, ULMAN 4 BRO., Proprietors. Division Stroot, opposite Court lloiinp, SALISBURY. MD. First-class Restanrant, Billiard Parlor. Bar. and Livery Btab!e attached. Free Hecks at Depot to meet all trains. Passengers conveyed to any part of th 4 Peninsula upon the most favorable terms. TERMS. *1.50 PER DAY. First-class accommodations and home com forts. CLARKE HOUSE, POCOMOKE CITY, MD, H. (’. POWELL, Proprietor. Accommodations Unsurpassed FIRST-CLASS BAR ATTACHED. Twllley A Bros.' Livery Stable connectc* wit, this House. ATLANTIC HOTEL (Latk English’*,) CHINTOTKAGIK INLAND. VA. W. 4. MATTHKWH k CO., Proprietor*. The undersigned beg leave to inform theit friends and the general public that they have leased and refurnished the above elegant and commodious house, and are now prepared to accommodate permanent and transient guests in first-clas style. Large airy rooms. Home comforts. Fine Sea and Ray Fishing. Gunning and Bathing, etc. The table is provided with Wild Fowl, Terrapin, Fish. Oysters. Crabs, and all the luxuries of the season. Pleasure boats of all kinds, guides, fishing iincs, decoys, ponies, etc., always ready for the use of guests. First-class Bar attached. Choice wines. Iquors. ales, beers and cigars. Passengers for Chincotesgne connect with steamer tor the island at Frankliu City, the terminus of the Worceetei Railroad, morning and evening. Connection may also be made daily at Nashville Ail who visit the Atlantic may rest assured that they will receive cour teous treatin'nt and excellent fare. Yur patronage is respectfully solicited w J. MATT*IWS * 00. SNOW 111 LL. WORCESTER COUNTY, MARYLAND, SATURDAY. DECEMBER 1(1. 1881. DO TJIE BEST YOU CAN. BY MAUDE MILLER. Said a little lad. the other day, to his mother, ■ ‘•Mother, when 1 grow to lie a man. I shall al ways just do the l st I can—thi n I know I shall succeed." Boys, take these words to heart. We often see a man who would Be honored, trusted, loved. Had he but put in use five words. That have been often proved. If trouble comes within his path. He'd say I'll be a man, And if I can't do as I icould. I'll do the best I can. And young man. starting out so bright, You wish to take a wife, Yet much yon fear you can't afford To take her to your life. Pray cast aside yonr scruples then, And try this simple plan, To have success in married life Jnst do the best yon can. And maiden, when the time shall come For you to love and wed, Just keep this simple precept plain Within your girlish head : Y'onr married life would happy prove, If you at first began To say with him in unison, Weil do the best we can. j The men and women of renown Throughout the whole world through. Have gained success by practicing These words I give to yon. Then if you'd gain l>oth wealth and fame. Fair woman, or brave man, •lust put your shoulder to the wheel. And do (he best you can. . j Little Blue Eyes: Or, How She Helped Me Ont of It. nr m. quad. “Cau I sit with you ?” “Certainly, sir.” “ Nice weather." “Splendid, indeed.” “ Crops growing finely ?” “Yes, couldn’t do better.” I wns sitting in a passenger coach, on a Wisconsin railroad, one day, years ago, when a good looking, pleasant | spoken man came along, stopped at my seat, and the above conversation took i place, the latter part of it after I had given him part of my seat. Now I am regarded as a social man. I like a joke, a good bit; and I think a sour, morose man, who uses his tongue only when obliged to, is bound to die of some terrible disease, and go to some place of red hot punishment. On entering a railroad car I always look about for a talkative man, and then get as close to him as possible, and drain him dry, if the journey is long enough. And I want to state one thing more. Left an orphan before I could realize the event which had made me one, I got kicked here and cuffed there, and “ grew up between folks,” as they say. I ought to have had, at the time of which I write, a pretty thorough knowl edge of human nature, and have been enabled to read in a man's face if he in tended me evil. I did not pride myself on being over keen or extra sharp, but ■ the knocking around among strangers ; ought to give one a good experience. Weil, the stranger and I fell into an easy train of conversation as we rode on together, and in ten minutes I began to j enjoy his company. He was a well made fellow, finely dressed, and he wore a fine watch and a simon pure diamond ring. I never saw a man who could talk so easily and so pleasantly. It seemed that he had but to open his mouth and the words fell right out. I had traveled in the South so had he; I had heard the loud roar of the Pacific, he knew all abont it. I had been up in a balloon, down in a mine; been blown up, smashed up, and repaired again; my new friend bad experienced all these | things; and was waiting for something I to turn up of a more startling nature. We agreed on politics, and I had never met snch a railroad companion. Did you ever meet a man who, though a stranger to you ten minutes before, could wrest from you Becrets which you’d sworn to yonrself not to reveal ? Well, be was just such a man. It was not long before he commenced asking me questions. He did not seem to be try ing to draw me ont, but he asked me queatfonß in snch a sly, round-about way, that before I knew it I was giving him my history. I was just at that time on the point of being admitted to the bar of Wisconsin as a student of Law ii Law, of Brierville. The firm were old lawyers, with a lucrative practice, and it had been talked over, that in abont a month I was to become the “Co.” of the firm. A year before, and an old farmer named Preston, down abont four miles from Grafton, bad died, aud his matters had been put, into the hands of Law k Law for settle ment. Preston died rich. He had money in the bank, raliroad stocks, mortgages, etc., and everything was settled up to the satisfaction of the relict and fatherless.^ Abont a year before bis deatb, being Bhort for money and not wishing to sell anything at a sacrifice, Preston bad given a mortgage on his farm for 83,000. While the papers read “one year from date,” there was a verbal agreement that it should be lifted off any day when Preston desired. A month after, when, having the money, he desired to clear off the paper, the old money-bags holding it refused to dis gorge, wishing to secure his interest for a year. I was on my way to ascertain the date of expiration. A fire among our office I papers had destroyed the memoranda, and I must go down and get the date from old Scrip, who lives Bouth of Graf ton about five miles. The Btranger had pumped all this out of me in ten min utes; and yet I never onee snspected that he was recieving information. “I am not positive,” I added, “but I am pretty sure the time is the 13th— which would be Tuesday." “And then yonr folks will seud down the money and discharge the mortgage, of course ?” he inquired. “Oh, yes. I should mos' I‘Lely bung it down," I replied, and it never oc curred to me how imprudent 1 wee. “ Tis Liberty Alone that Gives the Flower of Fleeting Life its Lustre and Perfume—and We are Weeds Without it.” He turned the conversation into other , channels, and did not once attempt to pump me further. We got to Grafton j at half-past ten, and to my surprise he ■ announced that he was to stop in the town ou business for a few days. I had not asked his name or vocation, while he knew everything about me. We went to the hotel, had dinner, and then I secured a lively team aud drove out, getting through with the business so that I was back to take the half-past two express East. My friend was on the porch of the hotel as I drove up, carry ing that same honest, dignified face. “Well, did yon fiudout?” he inquired in his pleasant way. “It’s on the 13th, as I expected,” I replied. We had lunch together and when we shook hands aud parted I had no more idea of seeing him again than I have of knowing yon. At parting he gave me his card. It was a modest piece of pasteboard, and bore the name of “Geo. Raleigh” in script, • Everything at the office went on as usual, and the 13th came at length. Law i Law had arranged for me to go down with the money, and I looked upon it as a business of no special im portance. “ We know yon are all right,” re marked the senior partner, as I wns about to go ; “ but I want to give you a word of warning, nevertheless. Don’t take any strangers into your con fidence until yon have passed out the money, and look ont who sits next to you.” It was something new for him to cau tion me, and 1 could not but wonder at it; but in tho bustle of getting ou board , the train I forgot wliat he said. Ordi nary prudence bad induced mo to place the money, which was all iu bank bills, and divided into three packages, where j the deft hand of a pick-pocket could I not reach it. Interested in a newspaper, time flew by ns the train flew West, and, at length, the hoarse voice of the brakeman warned me that 1 had reached Grafton. I had leaped down and was making my way to the livery stable when I beard a fa miliar voice, and looking up to see 1 Raleigh. He was seated iu buggy, aud had, seemingly, waited for me to j come up. “Don’t express your surprise,” he begau, as I stopped at the wheel. “ I 1 did intend to go away, but I changed I my mind, and I like this section so well that I am going ont to-day to look at a farm, with a view of purchasing. Come, ride up to the hotel.” We rode up, ordered a lunch, and while we were discussing it Mr. Raleigh discovered that the farm he was going to see was just beyond the Script’s. How fortunate! I could ride out with him to see the farm, and return iu his company, and he would be greatly pleased. I was also pleased. If anyone had told me, as we got into the buggy, that George Raleigh meant to return with my money in his pocket and my blood upon bis bands, I should have believed him a lunatic. And yet George Ra leigh bad planned to do that very same thing. It was a lovely day in June, and the cool breeze aud the sight of meadows and green groves made my heart grow i larger. My companion was very talkative, but he didn’t even hint at my errand. “O, excuse me," he exclaimed, after we had passed a mile or so beyond the ! village and were among the farm houses, “I should have offered you this before.” He drew from bis pocket a small flask of wine aud handed it to me. Now, I was temperate in regard to drinks. In fact, I detested the sight and smell of anything intoxicating; but I bad not the moral courage to tell him ■ so and hand back the flask undisturbed. I feared to offend him, and so I drank, perhaps, three good swallows. He called my attention to the woods on the | left, as he received back the flask, and when I looked around again he was just removing it from his mouth, as if he had drank heartily. In about five minutes I began to feel queer. The fences along the road seemed to grow higher, and the trees to grow larger; something got into my ears, to that the rattle of the buggy sounded a long way off. “How strange! why, I believe I am going to be sick!” I exclaimed, holding on to the seat with all my might. “You do look strange,” he replied, a sickly smile stealing over his face. “I shouldn’t wonder if it was apoplexy.” I did not suspect the game he had played. His w> ius were like an echo, and his face seemed twice as large as it usually was. My head began to snap and crack, and I was greatly frightened. “You are badly off,” he continued, looking into my face. “I will drive as fast as possible and get a doctor.” My tongue was so heavy I could not reply. I clutched the seat, shut my j eyes and he put his horse at his best pace. We met a farmer’s team, and I cau remember that one of tbe occupants of the wagon called out to know what ; ailed me. Raleigh did not reply, but urged the horse forward. About three miles from Grafton was a long stretch of forest, and this we ■ soon reached. The pain in my head was not so violent, and I was not so badly affected with opening my eyes. ' I had settled into a sort of dumb stupor, . with a brain so benumbed that I had to say to myself, “this is a tree, this is a stump,” etc., before I could make sure that I was not wrong. Half u mile down the road, after we struck the for est, and then Raleigh turned the horses i into a blind road leading back into the i woods. I could not understand what he intended. I tried to grapple with i the question, but I could not solve it, “Well, here we are,” exclaimed Ra- I leigb, when we had reached a point forty rods from the road. 1 He stopped the horse, got out and fastened him, and then came around to the wheel. “You den't feel just right, but I guess yon will lie l>etter soon," he remarked; “come, let me help you down.” He reached up his arms, aud I let go of the sent and fell into them It seemod to me as if I weighed a ton, but he car ried me along without an effort and laid me down within about a rod of the fence ' which ran along ou one side of an old * pasture. Just now the effect of the i drug was wearing off, and I began to ) feel a little better, and 1 got a faint * suspicion that something unusual had ' happened. But I was powerless to move a limb; the sensation was like that when your foot goes to sleep. I “Can you speak ?” inquired Raleigh, bending over me, “because if you can, it will save me some trouble. I want to know where you have stowed that 1 mouev ?” Now I began to realize my situation. His face looked natural again and the load was off my tongue. “George Raleigh! are you going to rob me ?” I asked, finding my voice at last. “Well, some folks might call it rob bing, but we dress up the term by call- I ing it the only correct financial way of equalizing the lloating currency, so that each one is provided for, and no one left out.” “You shan’t have the money ; I’ll die first!” I yelled, rising a little. “Ah, I see— you didn’t take quite enough,” he coolly remarked. “Well, I have provided for this.” He went to the buggy, procured ropes and a gag, and knelt down beside me. I had but little strength yet, and he conquered me in a moment. Laying me on my right side, looking toward the fence, he tied my hands, and then forced the gag into my mouth. “There, now, yon Fee yon are nicely fixed up, and all’because you acted like a fool, instead of a sensible young law yer soon to be admitted to the bar.” While he was speaking—indeed while he was tying me—l had caught the sight of the white face of a little girl looking at us lietween the rails of the fence. I could see her great blue eyes. There were red stains around her month and on the little hand resting on the rails, and I knew that she was some farmer’s daughter searching for straw berries. I could not warn her of her danger, and I feared she would be seen or heard. While Raleigh was tying the last knot, I winked at the girl as hard as I could, hoping she would sec mo and I move away. But she did not go. | “Well, now for the money,” said Raleigh, and he began searching my I pockets. He went from one to the other, removing all the articles, and ■ liually passed his hand over my bosom j and discovered the money. “Ha! there it is!” he exclaimed, j drawing out the packages, and he w’as ! cool enough to go at it and count out the money. As he commenced the girl waved her hand to me. My heart went | thumping, for I expected she would utter a word or a shout; but she sank down from sight, and I caught a glance of her frock as she passed through the grass. “You see, my young friend,” re marked Raleigh, as he drew off one of his boots and deposited some of the bills in it, “there’s nothing like trans acting business as it should be trans acted. Some men would have shot or stabbed you, but its only the appren tices who do such work. All the gen tlemen of our calling do business as gentlemen should.” He drew off the other boot and placed some fifties and twenties in it and then continued: “I have it all planned how to deal with yon as soon as I get this money disposed of around my person. I shall lay you on your back and pour the bal ance of this wine down your throat. There’s enough of it to make yon sleep j till to-morrow night, and by that time I ! shall be a hundred miles away. As soon j as I see that the drug has taken effect I | shall untie your hands and remove the gag. When you come out of your sleep —if yon ever do—you had better crawl out to the road, where you will bo most likely to meet with some traveler. I want to use the horse and buggy, other wise I would leave them for you.” How coolly he talked! He treated the itter as if it was a regular business transaction in which I fully acquiesced. He had me a fast prisoner, and I felt that he could do just as he pleased. While I was thinking I saw the little white face appear between the rails again, but in a moment it faded away and its place was taken by the sun burned phiz of a farmer. He looked from me to Raleigh and back again, and I winked to him in away which he readily understood. His face disap peared, and I felt that I should be Eaved. “No, old Script won’t get his tin to day,” mused Raleigh, storing away the bills in his pockets. “You will go back to Law & Law, feeling put out and cut up. But they shouldn’t blame you—it is not your way at all. True, had you minded your bufiness on the cars and had not been so free with a stranger, this would not have happened. I was on my way to Milwaukee, and had no thought of such rich pickings here.” “ Now, in just about a minute we’ll be through with this business,” he re marked, trying to put the mouth of the flask between my jaws. I rolled my head to one Eide and he did not succeed. He was jumming the flask against my teeth, when I caught sound of a soft step, the crash of a club, and Raleigh rolled off my body. He tried to leap up, but three or four far mers struck him down, and one of the blows rendered him senseless. Before he came to I was free of ropes and gag, and we had him nicely bound. 1 Over beyond the pasture a farmer and his hands were raking up hay. | “ Little blue eyes,” only 8 years old, ! had wandered off after strawberries, and had fortunately witnessed part of Ra i leigh’s proceeding. Hhe had hurried 1 back to her father and told him that “ a > “an was all tied up there,” and he had i returned to the fence. Understanding the situation, he and his men had moved around so as to secure an ad -1 vantage. Raleigh’s capture was the result. When the rascal found his senses he > was terribly taken back, and he cursed enough for a whole Flanders army. J We took him back to Grafton, and > when I last saw him he was on his way to the penitentiary to serve a sentence > of fifteen years. * , The mortgage was lifted, alter all, and I ir e -A Law A Law sent to little Aatie Gray kept her in dresses for many > • a year. J A VISION OF FOUR FIENDS. They Pay a Visit to Earth and Con vert the Vineyard, the Grain Field, the Dairy, and Music into Agencies for their Ruin. “The worst of the ten plagues of Egypt was the destroying angel that at midnight flapped his wing over the land, and one died iu each house, and lamentation and mourning and woe went through all Egypt,” said Dr. Talmage Sunday morning. “But a worse de stroying angel,” he continued, “has come. It sweeps over these cities. It ia the destroying angel of strong drink. The calamity of America is worse than the calamity of Egypt. These fruits of the earth that yet remain about the pulpit, the decorations of our Thanks giving, we used last Thursday as sym bols of the kindness of God. To-day we use them for a different purpose. Who would think that the ripe clusters of the vineyard or the sheaves of the harvest field could be used in the world’s death ! “ Four fiends met in the lowest world and resolved that the people of the earth were too happy, and they sent forth their four influences to the earth, ambi tious of mischief. One was the fiend of the vineyard. He came one morning into a grape field, and sat down on the root of a twisted vine in sheer discour agement. The grapes were ripe and luscious, aud there seemed life and health in every bunch. While the fiend sat there he clutched a cluster and squeezed it. Lo ! his hand was red. It was the blood of the vineyard, emblem atic of the blood of broken hearts. And he squeezed all the grapes of the vineyard and fermented the juice, aud the people came and drank and drank, and when the fiend went out of the vine yard ho stepped over carcass after car cass of dead men. “ And the second fiend went to the grain field. And the people came and dipped up the fiery liquid that he made, and drank, and blasphemed, and stag gered, and fought, and robbed, and murdered. And this arch fiend was so much pleased with his work that he changed his place of abode to a whisky barrel. “The third fiend went into the pas ture aud saw the full udder, and as ho milked he thonght of something that would lure people to destruction. He made milk punch. The children drank it, and the temperance people drank it. Aud the fiend of the dairy leaped upon the shelves and danced until the long, ' bright rows of shinning milk pails clat tered. “The fourth fiend entered the grog shop and found few customers. But he swooped and gathered up musical instru ments. The trombones played, the cymbals clashed, the drums beat, the bugles called, and the people crowded and joined in the dance, each one with a glass in his hand. The glasses cracked, the floor broke, and the crowd dropped into hell! “ These four fiends then went back down to hell’s high carnival because their work had been done. And the fiends tilled their glasses and clicked them aud cried, ‘Let us drink, drink, drink everlasting prosperity to the liquor trailio. Here is the way to dark ness, to murder, and to death. Drink!’ ” Dr. Talmage spoke of the various suf ferings of the inebriate. First came the loss of good name. Next wa3 the loss of the best society and of the approval of the good. He spoke of strong, well to-do-men who thought they could stop the use of strong drink whenever they chose, but who finally found themselves slaves of a debasing passion. “ As soon as it is whispered of a man ‘he drinks,’ he begins to go down. What clerk can get a position with such a reputation as, ‘He drinks ?’ When a man is three-fourths gone on the road he wants to impress you with the idea that he can stop at any time. He can’t stop. I had a dear friend who gave thousands of dollars to Bible societies and asylums, but he was a slave to strong drink. He had two attacks of delirium tremens. When the doctor told him if he had a third attack he wonld die, he said, ‘Oh 1 I can stop at any time.’ He is dead. Rum ! The last thing he said was, ‘Oh! I can stod at any time.’ He could not stop. Sometimes a man is more frank. Such a one said, ‘lt is impossible for me to stop. If you said I couldn’t have a drink till to-morrow night unless I had my fingers chopped off, I would say, Bring on your hatchet.’ It is awful for a man to wake np and feel himself a captive. Who will forget that scene in this church a few winters ago of a man who stood up in the church. The nshers led him to the door. Every body saw that he was drunk. His poor wife took his coat and hat and led him out. He was formerly a minister in a sister congregation and he preached in this city. Rum ! Don’t tell the inebri ate there is no hell. He knows there is. He is in hell now. God only knows what the drunkards suffer ! What rep tiles crouch around his shivering feet! What demons standby his pillow ! This is no fancy picture. It went on last night. It is a death some of you will die unless yon stop. “ When an inebriate wakes up in the other world he will be thirsty. No mat -1 ter how poor he was in this world he could get the five cents for a drink. But where will he get a drink in hell ? Dives called for water, the inebriate calls for rum. If a fiend came here, went into a rum-shop and went back into hell with a drop on the end of his wing, what a 1 fight there would be for the drop ! The inebriates in hell will not suffer for the l loss of God, but for the loss of liquor.” l Dr. Talmage believed the chief pnn- I i,dimen t of the drunkard in eternity ; would bo the want of the drop of liquor. 1 The wailing cry, he thought, would be • for rum. He described the possible de > light of the damned if the avenging angel could only carry on his wings obo s drop of rum to spill into hell. How the l unfortunate wretches would scramble aud fight for and cry, “That’s it! I More! Rum Rum !” r He was in favor of all agencies for rid ) ding the two cities of the evil, and said that one or two thousand women could 1 clean out the grog shops. Iu conclusion ) he asked: “What flower of comfort ever i grew on the blasted heath of a drunk ard’s sepulchre?” THE TRIAL OF (RITE AU. Incidents of the Case ami Testimony Given. Guitcau was again upon the witness stand Wednesday, and continued to testify in liis own defense. He repeated his now familiar claim that he was in spired of the Deity to murder the Pres ident, and vehemently asserted that per sonal considerations had no weight in leading him to the great crime of July 2. He said that he felt relieved of a harden and happy after he had fired upon the President. He also Btated that for twenty years he had entertained the expectation of being at some time elected to bo President of the United States, and had not given up that ex pectation yet. The spectators laughed at this declaration. The cross-examina tion of the assassin was begun. In the cross-examination, when Judge Porter asked him the question: “You determined to kill General Gar field, did you not?” Guitean replied excitedly: “I decline to answer that. That is a very strong way to put it.” (With some excitement.) “I consider myself the agent of the Deity in the matter; I had no personal volition in the matter.” Q. Did yon believe that it was the will of God that yon should murder the President ? A. I believed that it was His will that he should be removed and I was the appointed agent to do it. Q. Did He give you a commission in writing ? A. No. Q. Did He give it in an audible tone of voice ? A. He gave it to me by His pressure on me. Q. Did He give it audibly ? A. No. Q. He did not come to you as a “ vis ion of the night ”? A. Ido not get my inspirations in that way. Q. It occurred to yon as you were lying on your bed that if President Gar field were dead it would solve the whole difficulty ? A. Yes. Q. Did it occur to yon that you were the very man to kill him ? A. Not at that time. My mind was unsettled. Q. Who did yon think then was the mau to kill him? A. I had no thought on the subject. The mere impression came on my mind that if the President were removed everything would be well. Q. Did yon contemplate his removal otherwise than by murder ? A. Na (petulantly); I do not like the word “murder.” Mr. Porter —I know you do not like the word “murder;” it is a bard word; but it is there. Guitean—l do not recollect the actual facts in that matter (excitedly). If I had shot the President of the United States on my own personal account no punishment would be too severe or too quick for me; but acting as the agent of the Deity, that puts au entirely dif ferent construction on the act; and that is what I want to put to the Court and to the jury and to the opposing counsel. I say that the removal of the Pres ident was au act of necessity from the situation and for the good of the Amer ican people. That is the idea that I want you to entertain and not to settle down on the cold-blooded idea of mur der, because I never had the first con ception of murder iu the matter. Although excited, and at times vio lent, in his manner, the prisoner-wit ness, during his cross-examination, was too alert to be easily entangled iu the nets of the cross-examiner. He refused to be frightened when Mr. Porter point ed his finger at him ind asked questions in a dramatic style, and often he de clined to be led upon ground that had been gone over before. Through it all ho stuck to his text that it was the Deity who inspired his act. When asked if he thought Mason and Jones did wrong in shooting at him he replied yes, unless they could show they acted as agents of Deity. He became angry whenever it was suggested that he was guilty of murder, and declared that his shooting of Garfield was no more murder than the shooting of a man by a soldier in war. It was the doctors who were guilty of murder. He could not be driven from his posi tion that he had no malice, and that his failure to get the Paris Consulship had nothing to do with the assassination. In fact, he said, after the Ist of June, when he became fully possessed of his inspiration, he would not have accepted the office if it liad been tendered to him. He even appeared to be indignant at the way in which Mr. Porter spoke of his inspiration, which was a sacred subject, not to be lightly treated. When pressed closely on the question of malice, he replied that, of course, he had no malice, for if he had had, Blaine was the man for him to have shot. He confessed that he was physically a cow ard, but yet he was morally brave when he had the Deity at his back, and he ex pected there would bo au act of God, if necessary, to protect him from either shooting or hanging. The cross examination of Guitcau by Judge Porter was continued and brought to a conclusion Friday. The assassin spoke of himself ns a man of destiny. He described the “delightful and cosy fellowship” he witnessed between Presi dent Garfield and Secretary Blaine, and which, he said, intensified his conviction that the President must be “removed” in order to avert the evils of Mr. Blaine’s influence over him. He ad mitted having had some remorse for his crime, but quickly qualified the admis sion as he saw its bearing on his cose. He was involved iu some contradictions, but he adhered to his claim of inspira tion. He would not say that he was insane. Eight doctors who have made a study of mental diseases testified as witnesses for the defense in the Guitean trial Mon day. A hypothetical question, iu which the points relating to the prisoner’s mental condition os set forth by the de fense, including the insanity in his family, and his alleged belief that he acted upon inspiration, were assumed to be true, was read to them, and they were asked whether upon that state of things they thought Guitean was insane. Seven of them replied that if the propositions were true the man was insane. Dr. Worcester, of Salem, wonld not express an opinion, because he wanted a clearer explanation of the word inspiration than Mr. Scoville gave him. Everybody is happy when times are i prosperous but the pawnbroker. SI.OO PER ANNUM. WIT AND WISDOM. If Tor wish to appear agreeable iu eociety, yon must consent to be taught many things which you know already. Men are never so ridiculous from the qualities which really belong to them as from those which they pretend to have. Lacking confirmation The report that the remaining banks of Newark will import Egyptian mummies for directors. —Puck. An explanation: The pair of 810,000 diamonds displayed at the Exposition were taken from the petrified remains of a hotel clerk in Colorado. Atlanta Constitution. The actors who travel with two paper collars and a gripsack are all saying that they lost their wardrobe at the burning of the warehouse in New York.— New Orleans Picayune. Under a certain convenient statute a foreign ambassador cannot be compelled to pay his bills. From this time we de sire to lie regarded as a foreign ambassa dor.—Boston Olobc. Philosophers say that closing the eyes makes the sense of hearing more acute. A wag suggests that this ac counts for the many eyes that close in our churches on Sundays. Burdette is writing a life of William Penn. We shall wait to see if he can resist the temptation to begin the biog raphy in the good old way, “I take my Penn in hand.”— Oil City Derrick. This is not bad for a Cork shop keeper. His establishment was seized for debt, and it was closed previous to an execution sale. He put out a large poster: "Closed during stock-taking.” “Did you get that girl’s picture, Brown ? You remember you said you were bound to have it.” “ Well, not exactly,” replied Brown; “I asked her for it, and she gave me her negative.” An unsuccessful vocalist went to the work-house and delighted the in mates with his singing. He said it was a natural thing for him to do, as he had been singing to poor houses ever since he began his career. A little three-year-old, whose mother was mixing a simple cough medicine for him, watched the process and asked if it was good. He was permitted to taste, and exclaimed, “It is awful good, mamma; let’s keep it all for papa.” Inferential: “Yes,” exclaimed Brown, “you always find me with a pen in my hand. I’m a regular penholder, my boy.” “Let’s see,” said Fogg, musingly, “a penholder is usually a stick, isn’t it ?”— Boston Transcript. A hungry Cat— Ferocious Jaws — A foolish Rat. Remorseless Claws. A lively Run— A dying Squeal- Exciting Fun. A hearty Meal. Alas, poor Rat! O happy Cat! “There,” said Miss Dashie, as she sealed a letter addressed to her lover, “that isn’t very bright, but it will do for him. Lovers are all alike. If you only write to them, they don’t care a snap about what you say.”— Boston Post. Schoolmistress (just beginning a nice improving lesson upon minerals to the juniors)— “Now, what are the pnnoipal things we get out of the earth ?” Youth ful angler, aged four (confidently)— * ‘ Worms. ” — Ph iladclph ia Bulletin. The Ithaca Journal states that during a spelling lesson in one of the schools in that city the other day, the teacher asked the definition of the word “riot.” “It means,” said a twelve-year old lad, “a free fight in which any one can take part without paying a cent.” A Kansas ode : Tell ns not in mourn ful numbers, life is but an empty dream, oyster stews, our sweethearts tell ns, are next best to frozen cream. Let us all be up and doing, labor early, labor late, for the necessary money—oysters cost two bits a plate.— Winfield Courant. A young lady at Mills Seminary who recently sent us a poem entitled, “Mur murings from the Onter Utterness,” is informed that any pecuniary assistance she can send to the widow of the man to whom we gave it to read, will be gratefully received by that lady.— San Francisco Post. Christmas falls this year on Sunday and the day will probably be celebrated on Monday. S. Claus, Esq., being a good man and a Christian, will not, of course, start business before Sunday at midnight, although, to be sure, he can get through his job Saturday night. Andrew's' Queen. They sat together in the lamplight and read the advertising columns of their local paper, when he suddenly exclaimed : “ Look, only 815 for a suit of clothes !” “Is it a wedding suit?” she asked. “ Oh, no,” he replied; “it is a business suit.” “Well, I meant business,” she replied. That settled it. RrsniNG into the counting room he exclaimed : “ If yon publish any more such trash as that (pointing to some thing) I’ll stop the paper.” “ But yon can’t—our presses are run by a forty horse power engine.” “Oh! it is, is it ? I thonght it was run by forty-ass power.” And then he went out quicker than lie came in, and the paper ain't stopped.— Exchanye. An Ohio man strangely disappeared. The shrewdest detectives were put on his track, and at the end of nine weeks they seemed to be no nearer him than when they started. Then a dose ob server of human nature got the Mayor of Cincinnati to appoint the missing mau to a position in the city govern ment. Two hours later the appointee, all out of breath, dashed into the Mayor’s office to be sworn in. Who is this Ferocious looking Mau ? He is Foreman in a Printing Offioe. He gets Paid for Throwing Men Down Stairs when they Come to Liok the Editor, and for Putting wrong Dates at the Head of the Paper. He can Pi more type in fifteen Minutes that Seven Printers can Set up in Two weeks. He loves to ask the Editor for Copy. If it Were not for Him, the Paper wonld Look pretty Well every Morning. Every thing would be Fat and none of the Live Ads would be Left out. - Denver Tribune 1880.