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Frostburg Mining Journal.
J. B. ODER, Editor and proprietor. ELEVENTH YEAR.-NUMBER 46. A Meeting. Quite carelessly I turned the newsy sheet; A song I full wrote many a year ago Smil ;d up at me, as In a crowded street One runs across a friend he used to know. So full it was—that simple little song— Of all the hope, the transport, and the truth Which to the impetuous morn of life be long. That once again 1 seemed to grasp my youth. So full it was of that sweet fancied pain We woo and cherish ere we meet with woe, I felt as one who hears a plaintive strain Ills mother sang Idm in the long ago. Up ‘Tam their graves, the years that lay between That song’s birthday and my stern pres ent, came Like phantom forms, and swept across the scene, Bearing my broken .dreams of love and fame. Fair hopes and bright ambitions that 1 knew In that old time, with their ideal grace, Shone for one moment, then were lost to view Behind the dull clouds of the common place. With trembling hands I put the sheet away. Ah, little song I the sad and hopeless truth Struck like an arrow when we met that day— My life has missed the promise of its youth. THE LOVERS’ QUARREL. I 'Never, while I live," said Miss Rashleigh; "Never while I live, will I see your face again !" She meant it when she said it, and as she spoke, she threw her bethroth al ring towards her lover, who had offended her. It missed him, and rolled down upon the floor, and over the sill of an open china-closet —one of those old fashioned closets that used to stand on either side of the mantlepiece. She did not notice where it rolled ; he did though; and after she had left the room, he turned to pick it up. The ring she had worn would always be precious to him. Mias Rashleigh went straight to her own room, as miserable a girl as ever lived ; and a moment later Grand mother Rashleigh bustled into the drawing room, pushed the open closet door to, picked up the fallen maga zine, set the annuals and books of po etry straight on the table, pulled down the shades, arranged the chairs mathematically against the wall, and bustled out again. "I've had these things fifty years,” she said to herself; "and there's Cor- , neliu and her beau with no more re- , spect for them than if they were that j much lumber.” Then she closed the door behind her, and went away to her own room up-staira, where a fine silk patchwork quilt was in the frame, a surprise for said Cornelia. Grandma Rashleigh gave every young person of the family something of her own manufacture on his or her wedding day, "Now,” the old lady had said a | dozen times, to Thipenuy King, who was helping her; "I rather think Cor- ! nelia will have the best thing I’vo j done; and there’s a bit in it of every handsome silk there's ever been m the I famiiy, and of her father's and grand- | father's vests." “Yes’m; it's a real memorial quilt," said Thipeny. "It takes you, mnm, to plan such things." The quilt was finished and bound that afternoon ; and Thipeny's job of quilting being over, she went home; but she carried about the village the news that she "was sure all was over between Miss Rashleigh and Mr. Spear. She’d heard Cornelia saying some thing to her grandma, and the old Ia dy was furious." "He would never have done that if ho had cared for me, you know, grandma," Cornelia was saying at that moment. "Stuff and nonsense 1 He loves the ground you walk on !" raid the old lady. "You’Jl never get such an other, Cornelia." "I shall never marry at all; I hate men 1" Cornelia answered. And then her grandmother made the house too hot to hold hsi, and she went over to her mother's, her usual ■ course when she fell out with giand ma. Three days passed. At the end of the third, Piety Pratt stepped in at Mrs. Rashleigh’s—young Mrs. Rash leigh, as they called her, though she was nearly fifty, for grandma was old Mrs. Rashleigh. “I expect you’ll fee! upset when I tell you the news, Cornelia," said she. "You've been too cruel this time he, he, he 1 Orville Spear hasn’t been heard of since he was at your house. His mother said he went over to ex plain and make up, and he never came back—he, ho ! She thought maybe he’d stepped over to his brother’s, but he hadn't—he, he I I reckon he's drownded himself 1" "I don’t know why the whole town should talk over my sflairs, and ov- i ery meddling old maid giggle about them I" cried Cornelia. Piety jumped to her feet, seized her parasol, and turned towards the door. “Good afternoon, Miss Cornelia and Mrs. Rashleigh I" she said with a contemptuous courtesy. “I'll remem ber my manners, if other folks forget theirs. Only there’s other folks as likely to be old maids as me, and I fancy it’s Mrs. Spear’s affair if any thing has happened to her hoy !” Away flounced Mias Pratt. ‘‘You’ve put Piety into a rage, Cor nelia,” said Mrs. Rashleigh. "That’s a pity ; she has a long tongue," But Cornelia was crying. “Oh, mother, dear,” she sobbed, “it isn’t true, is it ? Orville did feel dread fully. Won't you see, mother?" But at this moment Sally, the little servant girl from Grandma Rash leigh's, came flying into the room, without any more warning than if she had been shot from a gun. "The old missus says you are to I come over at once, both you ladies!" I she cried, standing before Mrs. Rash- j leigh, and repeating her lesson like a | parrot. "There's something of import ance, and you're needed at wonst." “Get your bonnet, Cornelia,” said her mother. “I'll just put on this i sun-hat. What is it, Sally, do you j know?" "I know it's something dreadful. 1 Missus is almost wild, and there's j lots of folks there. Something about J Mr. Spear.” The two ladies said no more. They : hurried away together, and, entering i grandma's parloi, found there assera- ■ hied more of the members of the Spear family, and a friend or two be sides. Orvilie had indeed disappeared. He had never been home since his visit to Coruelig ; and now the alarm ed relatives were anxious to get ail \ the information they could regarding I the interview between Orville and \ Cornelia. "I had reason to be angry, Mrs. j I Spear," said Cornelia proudly ; “good : I reason; and I took off my ring, uu d 1 ] gave it hack, and went out of the j room. That is all I know. 1 don’t | know when ho went or where. I—l thought he wouldn't mind so much. I believed he had stopped caring for ' mo.” "He ought to now at all events,” said grandma. "My boy is dead, I’m sure I I shall have the pond dragged I" said Mrs. Spear, amidst her tears. “He left all his money at home. Ha wouldn’t have gone traveling without a change of clothes. Oh, you wicked girl I” “I hope," cried (he eldest Miss I Spear, “that he’ll haunt you 1” [ “I could kill you, you hateful j thing 1” cried the youngest Mias Spear. Cornelia had kept up bravely un til now ; but when her two friends turned upon her thus, she gave a lit tle scream, and fell over on the sofa. She was in a dead swoon, and the water they sprinkled in her face did not bring her to. Grandma grew frightened. “I hope it isn’t an attack of heart disease," she said. “Poor child ! she looks as if she were dead.” "Oh, don’t say that I” cried the mother. They gathered around Cornelia, and did all they could for hjr; and soon she recovered, and sat up, hut all her pride was gone. “Oh, dear ! —oa, dear !"she sobbed. “I wish I had died ! I wish I had" nover come to I Oh, Orville 1 Orville ! what has become of you ?” "Ohl oh 1" moaned the mother. "Oh ! oh I" moaned the sisters. And Cornelia's head fell back j again. AN XNIDEPENDENT PAPER. KROSTBURG, MD.. SATURDAY' MORNING. .11 I.Y 29. ISH2. "Emma, get the lavender out of the china-closet, ’’ said grandma to, her daughter. "Quick ! It’s on the corner shelf!” Mrs. Rashleigh rushed to the closet. “It won’t open," she cried wildly. “It's a patent lock,” said grandma "looks as it shuts. Here’s the key." And Mrs. Rashleigh flow back to I the door, opened it, and uttered a shriek. There on the floor, huddled up un- j der the shelf, lay poor Orville Spear, lie was white and limp. Cornelia sat and stared at him, in the moat awful way. She thought, him dead but the more experienced matron saw that he was yet living. Sully was sent post-haste for the j doctor; and there, in Mrs. Rashleigh's I drawing-room ho found Cornelia and 1 Orville lying quite unconscious, like I Romeo and Juliet in the scene at tho tomb, and the rest of (be party in a state of bewilderment and terror past description. At last, however, both were con scions, and, seated in arm chairs, re- : garded each other, while the observ ers kept silence, and Mr. Orville Spear uttered the first words. "Of all confounded fools— ’’ “Who, dear?” syjked bin mother. "Me,” said Oivillc, regardless of grammar. "Who shut me in ?" "What were you in tho closet for?” asked grandma, with a guilty con science. ‘ To pick something up that rolled there," said Orville. "The ring?" asked Cornelia, fran tically. "Yea, the ring,” said Mr. Spear. "More fool I! Someone hanged tho door to. I shouted, and howled, and kicked, and no one heard me.” “Oh! ohl oh! oh I"shrieked Corne- I Ha,. "I believe you hid there just to kill me, for no other purpose than out j of revenge.” | "You banged tho door on me," said Mr. Spear. “A jealous woman will do anything.” "I banged (he door, Orville! said | old Mrs. Rashleigh ;"I I You'd left i everything flying. I just pushed it as I passed ; and you ought to bless 1 your stars that you are alive ; for peo ! pie don’t go into the drawing room, J sometimes for a fortnight, in this fain j ily. We use the parlor much more; ; and I'm deaf, and so is old Hepsiba, and you might have died there. Yes, ! and you’d have killed him, Cornelia,” added the old lady, "throwing his pretty diamond ring on the floor I" "Oh I" moaned Cornelia. "Oh I" "It wasn't her fault. I was a con founded fool all through !" cried Or- ■ ville. “I knew that closet had a spring lock. No, don't blame Corne lia." "I shall always blame myself I" sighed Cornelia. "Oh, how pale yon are 1” "And how pale you are, Cornelia 1" sighed Orville. "Did you really care when you thought I was dead ?" j "Ladies," said Grandma Rashleigh, I "now that Orville has had his wine j and biscuit, and is getting on, lot us go into the other room, and leave these two young folks to talk things over together.” She led the way ; the others follow ed. When the tea-bell rang soon af ter, Orville and Cornelia came out of the drawing room, arm in arm, and the wedding day was fixed. The Tables Tnrnetl, It was just sneh an American vil lage as you see’ in pictures. A back ground of superb old mountains clothed in hluo-green codare, with a torrent thundering down a deep gorge and falling in foamy billows ; a river reflecting the azure of the sky, and a knot of houses with a church spire at one end and a factory at the other, whose black smoko wrote ever-chang’- ing hieroglyphics against the brilliancy of the sky. This was Dapplevale, and in tho rosy sin ’hino of a June day the girls were all issuing forth, while General May, the foreman, sat at his desk, a pen behind his car, and his small, beady eyes drawn back as it were in the shelter of a. precipice of shaggy eyebrows. One by one the girls stopped and received their pay for one week’s work, for this was Saturday. One by one they filed out with discontented faces until the last one paused in front of tho desk. She was slight and tall, with large velvety blue eyes and a complexion as delicately grained and transparent j as rose-colored wax, and aa abundance j of glossy hair of no dark a brown that , the casual observer would have pro nounced it black, and there wassome ■ thing in the way the blue ribbcn at her neck was lied and the manner in which the simple details of herdiess were arranged that bespoke her for eign birth. “Well, Mademoiselle Marie, how do you like factory life?” asked the I foreman. ‘‘lt is not disagreeable,” she an swered, a slight accent clinging to her tones like fragrance to a flower, as she extended her hand for the money counted out to her. I "You have given me but four dol lars, and.it was eight by the contract,” she said. The foreman shrugged his shoul ders with an insolent air. "Humph I you ain't much accus tomed to our way of doing things, are yon, mademoiselle ? Eight, of course, but we deduct two for a fee.” "A fee! For what?" demanded ; Marie with flashing eyes. "For getting you the situation, to be sure, Such places don’t grow on every hush, and you naturally expect, to pay for the privilege.” "I did not.” “Oh, well, all right. You ain't obliged to stay unless you choose." "Do you mean that if I do not pay this monoy"—hesitated Marie. “Yon can’t expect to stay in the works," said May, hitching up his collar. “But the other two dollars?” "Oh, that is a percentage the girls all pay,” said the foreman. “But what is it for ?" Mr. May laughed. "It helps out my salary. Of course you know tho girls expect to pay something each week for keeping their situations in a place where there are so many anxious to gel in." "And Mr. Elder?” “Oil, he hasn't much to do with it. I am master, if you please." “Mr. Elder owns tho works? 1 "Well, yes, he owns it, but I man age everything. Mr. Elder reposes the utmost confidence in my ability, and he is a good business man. He understands his own interest. And now if you have any more questions to ask—" “I have none; but I need this money myself. I work bard for it; I earn it righteously. I cannot afford any more than the others among those poor laboring girls to pay it to your greed." “Eh?” ejaculated Mr. May, jump ing from his seat as if stung. “And 1 will not pay it," calmly continued Mademoiselle Mario. “Very well; just as you like, mademoiselle, only if you won’t con form to the rules of tho Dapplevale Works—” “Are these the rules?” scornfully ! demanded the girl, j “Pray consider your name crossed j off tho books; you are no longer in ]my employ. Good evening, made moiselle." Mr. May slammed down the cover of his desk ae if it were a patent guil lotine, and poor Marie’s nock were under it. Two or three of the factory girls who had hovered around the place to hear the discussion, looked with awe stricken faces at Marie as she camo out with four dollars in her hand. “You have lost your place, ma’am solle,” whispered Jennie Bass, a pale, dark-eyed girl who supported a crippled mother and two little sisters out of her factory earnings. "And bo’ll never tako you ou again; he is as vicdicitivc as possi ble,” said Mary Rice. "It matters not. He is a rogue, and rogues sometimes out-general themselves." “But you can’t starve,” said Jennie. “Gome with me, ma'amselle. My Lome is a poor place, but you are wo.’ccma to stay there till you can write to your friends.” Marie turned and impulsively kissed Jennie on her lips. "I thank ycu, but I do not need your kimlness. I havo friends near er than you think." Marie Du veils went backloihe red brick house, all thatched with the woodbine, where she lodged with the wife of the aunt who tended the en gines in the D applevale Works. "Does he cheat you out of your money, too?” she inquired, when Simon Petteng ill came home, smoke stained and gri my, to his supper. “One-sixth I havo to pay him,” said Simon, with a groan, as he glanced at the five little ones around his board. "Yes, miss, be’aa villain ; but this world i? full of nuoh, and I find it a preir/ hard world to get on in. Mr. Elder never comes here, or may be things would be different. Mr. Elder lives abroad, in Paiis, they say.” I “He is in this country now, anal intend to write to him.” “It won't do no good, miss.” "Yes, it will," said Marie quietly * * * * * * * The petals of tho June roses had fallen like a pink carpet along the edge of the woods, and the Dapple vale Works wore their holiday guise, even down to Simon Pettengill's newly brightened steam-engine, for Mr. Elder and his bride were to visit the factory on their wadding tour. "It is a pity Ma'amselle Marie went away so soon, for they say the master is kind-hearted in the main and she might have spoke up for herself, said Simon to his assistant. Mr. May in his beat broadcloth suit and mustache newly dyed, stood in the entrance smiling as the car riage drove up and Mr. Elder, a hand some blonde man, sprang out and as sisted a young lady in a dove-0010 red traveling suit to alight. “May, how are you?” ho said, with tho carelessness of conscious superior ity. “Marie, my love, this is my fore man.” “Mademoiselle Mario I” Mr. May found himself cringing be fore the slight French girl whom he had turned from tho factory a month before. “May," said Elder authorativoly, “ray wife tells me some very strange stories about the way things are man aged Lore. It became so notorious that tho rumors reached her even at Blythosdale Springs and she chose to come and boo for heiself. Mario, my darling, tho best wedding gift we can make these poor girls is a new fore man. May, you are dismissed.” “But, sir—” "Not a word," cried Mr. Elder, with lowering brow, and Mr. May crept out with an uncomfortable con sciousness of Marie’s scornful blue eyes following him. Elder turned to his wife. “You Were right my lovo. The man's countenance is sufficient ovi ) dence against him,” ho said. And a new reign began for poor Jennie Bass and the others, as well as I for Simon Poitingill. And Marie | never regretted her week’s appren- I ticeship a* the Dapplevale Caiicu j Works. MISCELLANEOUS. Entirely Satisfactory. —Ladies wishing a perfume combining novelty, and excellence find Floreslon Cologne entirely satisfactory. Food for Young and Old.— Food and medicine for young and old, pre pared without fermentation, from Canadian Barley, Malt, Hops, Qui nine, Bark, etc. Malt Bitters are warranted more nourishing, strength ening, vitalizing and purifying, by reason of thoir richness in bone and muscle producing material than all other forms of malt or medicine, ' while free from the objections urged against malt liquors. Suspicious Symptoms. A minister who was, perhaps, not ■ too careful ia his habits was induced by bis friends to take the teetotal pledge. His health appeared to suf ) fer and his doctor ordered him to take one glass of punch daily, i "Oh !” said he, "I dare not. Peggy, • ray old housekeeper, would tell tho whole parish.” “When do you shave?” the doctor 1 asked. “In the morning.” "Then,” said the doctor, “shave at ■ night, and when Peggy brings you , up your hot water you can take your , glass of punch just before going to bed.” The minister afterward appeared to improve in health and spirits. The 1 doctor met Peggy soon after and . said: “I am glad to hear, Peggy, that [ your master ia bottei.” , “Indeed, sir. he’s batter, lut hie i brain’s affected; there’s something . wrung wi' nia mind 1" "How ?” ■ "Why, doctor, ho used to shavo at t night before going to bed, but now ho . shaves in the morn, ho shaves before dinner, he shaves at night—he’s aye ’ shavin’.” —Harper’s Magazine, Highly Esteemed.—The youth ful color and a rion lustre are res torod to faded cr grav bir by tlm ire o! Parker’b Hair Balsam, a dress- ‘ irg highly esteemed for its perfume and purity. Brantley's Narrow Escape, The people of a little town in War wick county have been h mgitg right over the brink of a church scandal, but are not aware of the fact. Just before the close of the services last Sunday a good brother walked fot ward to the pulpit, handed the minis ter an announcement, an ho thought, and asked him to read it to the con gregation before he dismissed them. Just before time was called on- the Doxology the minister said : ‘‘Broth er Bromley has handed in the follow ing,” and in a clear voice he read the note, which was as follows: My Own Pet Gram—Are you never coining to sec me again ? lam Hying to sec my darling once more and gaze Into his beloved eyes. The old mummy that calls herself your wife will never find it out. How can you endure her ? Come, darling, to one who truly loves you. Your own and only Mary. The good brother had handed in the wrong announcement. At the close of the reading the minister looked horror-struck, the congrega tion stared at Bramley with cold, hard stares, and his wife rose up in her seat and glared at him like a ti gress. He was equal to the occasion, however, and rising calmly and with a look of resignation on his face he said : “Brothers and sisters, it may appear strange to you that I should ask our beloved pastor to read such a terrible thing as that from the pulpit, but the best way to fight the devil is to fight him boldly face to face. The writer of that vile note is unknown to rae, but is evidently some depraved child of sin who is endeavoring to besmirch my Christian reputation. I shall use every endeavor to ferret out the writ er, and, if discovered, will fearlessly proclaim her name and hold her up to the contempt of all good Christian people." Ho eat down amid munnnis of ap probation and sympathy. A Family Strike. My wife has struck ! She has hi: out for three weeks against alt hei relations, but to-day, at 9 a. m., she struck. The first intimation I had oi anything wrong was this morning. Upon going into my room I lound mv pipes broken, and a box of v.ry fine Killakinick tobacco entirely demo!- imed and its nontents scattered on tbs floor. Oilier lawless ads so. .1 followed. A Ireight train, loaded with hottied lager, was stopped v transitu, and the engineer, a young errand boy, was ordered off, and f bidden to run any mote such fc-.-.igl. under pain of death. My room is upset, ray books scattered on Il f floor and the door of the veranda where Tim Jenkins and I used 10 tak<- a quiet smoke is looked. lam driven from home and am at present pulling up with the aiotesaid Jenkins, n 1 lucky old bachelor living next door. I received the following telegram from my wife to-day, at 1 p. m.: lo James Penucklc l demand a return of the 10 per cunt, taken from my phi-* money on Jau. 1. I also require that you abstain from the use of tobacco in the fuiure. 1 have knocked off work on your shiits, and have ordered the cook to serve you with no more meals until my terms are acceeded to. Jemima Pknuckle. To which I sent the following reply : To Jemima PenuckU I have received your telegram. If the household nffaiis 1 cannot go on I shall hr obliged to luck up the house aud go into bankruptcy. James Penucklk. 3 p. m.—The situation is still more alarming. My wife, aided by her consanguine tramps, has broken open a private drawer and found the pho tograph of Araminta Boggs, an ante nuptial flame of mine. This settles it. The whole premises are in pos , session of the strikers. G p. m.—Made un appeal for help* through the light infantry in my wife’s arms, with good effect. 7 p.m.—The strike is weakening My mother-in law has give i . T old lady misses i.o a->r 1 Uisd io se. d her, 01 which sin; v. - , ion. . Hm e receive 1 the iclio; mg t-: James Pi mi k! o; —i would like 11 1 uu > ence; think mnlteis can lie arranged; shall resume work on your shirts tomor row morning. Jemima. 3p. m.—The et 1 ike is ended. I ; am in full possession ot the piemiste. ! Tobacco and beer trains running us 1 usual. All is wall that ends well. * 1 James Penockle. j —New York Sun. $1.50 per annum—in advance. tVltulE M’MdFE, 566 A Cadaver Wanted, “Now when you reach Macon you gi. md sio Colonel Blank,” they said lo me id tho Ctr> dilution office in At lanta. “Tho Colonel knows every body for miles around, and ho’ll post vou on • verythiug.” “Tl.-tnltS." “80. in’s a peculiar man," contin ued G ly. "You’vo got to strike bin jo-1 right or he won’t talk for shucks He's strictly temperate, and yet you must take a flask along and ask bins to drink. It’s an old South ern custom, you know, and while he rou't touch a drop, he’ll expect to be invited too. You cau fill the flask wih w ter, and ho’il never know the ditr.-reuce. When I reached Macon I arranged for a call on the Colonel. I bought a pint flask at a drug store, and told the clerk to fill it with something good to cure a sore heel. I didn't ask him hat it was, but a sniff or two con vinced me that sweet oil and tar formed the greater portion. With this bottle in my pocket I entered the Colonel's office aud told him who I was and what I wanted. “Yes, sir; glad to see you—sit down,” he replied, and as soon as he had sealed his letters, he turned and began: "So you want to know what wo can raise here, do you ? Well, my boy, you can say everything—every thing. We raise wheat, corn, oats, po tatoes, yams and—" Just then he looked over to tho water cooler and I put in with— “ Say Colonel, have a drop of some thing goad put up by the best house here." "Thanks —that’s just what I was hankering after I” he replied, as he h, d out his hand for the flask. How 1 got out of there alive I can’t ren,etnhi.r, nor can I recollect what became of the bottle, hut there is a whole newspaper staff iii Atlanta who tuny look upon themselves as doomed men. The Colonel took his quart daily, ml it was a put-up job to get 1 ! my . eau louv for a new mod* i ii liege at S-iVannall. I at Flirtation.—The 1 1; est craze is. the I. flirtation. The following is u.e code; Wearing tho hat squarely on the head, I love you madly ; tip ping over tho right ear, my little brother has tho measles; pulling it over the eyes, you must not recognize mo; wearing it on the hack of the head, ,;•! la! taking it off and brush i g if tho wrong way, my heart it ■ usted ; holding it out in the right band, lend me a quarter; leaving it with your uncle, I have beon to a elinrhfair; throwing it at a policc •t ’-ve your sister; using it as a ■ .is and see my aunt; carrying n it, your cruelly is killing ; kicking it up stairs, is the old w in icotiud? kicking it down stairs, where ;s your mother? kicking it across the street, I am engigad; hang ing it on tho right elbow, will call to night ; hanging on the left elbow, am badly loft; putting it on the ground and sitting on it, farewell forever. The Rioht Kind of a V,—When the late Horace Maynard entered Amherst College he put ovor his doer a large letter V. It puzzled his class mates as to what it meant, but it was noticed that he always kept ahead of his class. When asked about the mysterious V he evaded answering and said be would explain when he graduated. When he was called upon to make bis commencement oration ho pointed to the catalogue, at the head of which was the entry, Vale d.ctory, Horace Maynard. He set i. mark high, and he had won.— From Lemoresl'a Monthly for Aug ust. The peculiar action 011 the kidneys and urinary organs by asparagus is frequently noticed during the season. Prof. Benson recently proved in (ho caso of Emperor William and othors that in combination with malt and quinine it is an absolute specific for ■ - i’ ot the liver, kidneys and uri ■ - is. His method Las been T ■ ; ho Malt Bitter-Company, . I German loci is now .: ;,o . 1 . m ;lt, hops, quinine bark au -: ; .tragus. — Afen'ica Times. ' When! publicly testified that I had been cured of a tumble skin humor by the Culicura Ram. dies, I id so that others might bo cured, and do not regret the time given lo an swering inquiries."—Hon. William Taylor, Boston.