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E O W BY 0 W. HOLMES. Clear the brown path to meet the coulter's gleam! Lot on he comes behind his smoking ten in, With toil's bright dew-drop on his sun burnt brow, The lord of earth—the hero of the plow First in the Held before the reddening 81111, Last in the shadows when the day is done, Line after Hue along the burning sod, MtD'ks the broad acres where his feet' have trod Still where he triads the stubborn clods divide, The smooth, fresh furrow opens deep and wide Matted and dense the tangled turf up heaves Mellow and dark the ridgy cornfield cleaves Up the steep liill-side whero the laboring train Stands on the long track that scores the level plain Through the moist valley clogged with oozinj clay, Th*» patient convoy break its ^destined way At every turn the loosening chains re* sound, Tin1 swinging plowshare circles glistening round, Till the wide lield one billowy waste ap penrs, And «rearit*d bands unbind the panting steers. A TERRIBLE NI6HT. BY B. WEBSTER. '•By Jove Dick, I am nearly done up." "So am I. Did any one ever see such a confounded forest, Charley?*' *'l am not alone weak, but hungry. Oh for a steak of moose, with a bottle of old red wine to wash it down Charley! beware. Take care how you conjure up such visions in my mind. 1 am already nearly starving, and if you increase my appetite much more it will go hard with me if I no not dine off of you. Yeu arc young, and Bertha says you are tender "Hearted, she meant. Well, so I am if loving Bertha be any proof of it. Do you know, Dick. I have often wondered that you, who loved your sister so pas sionately, were not jealous of her at tachment to me. "So I was, my dear fellow, at first— furiously jealous. But then I reflected that Bertha must, one day or the other, marry, and I must lose my sister so 1 thought it better that she shoud mar ry my old college chum and early friend, Charley Costarre, than any one else. So you see there was a little selfishness in my calculations, Charley. "Dick, we were friends at school and friends at college, and I thought at both those places that nothing could shorten the link that bound us together, but I was mistaken. Since my love for, and engagement to your sister, I feel as if you were fifty times more my friend that you were before. Dick, we three will never part." "So he married the king's daughter, and they all lived together as happy as the days are long," shouted Dick, with a laugh, quoting from nursery tale. The foregoing is a slice out of the conversation with which Dick Linton and myself endeavored to beguile the way, as we tramped through one of the forests of Northern New York. Dick was an artist, and I was a sportsman, so when one fine Autumn day he an nounced his intention of going into the oods for a week to study nature, it seemed to me an excellent opportunity for me to exercise my legs and my trig ger finger at the same time. Dick had some backwoods friend who lived in a log-hut on the shores of Eckford Lake, and there we determined to take up our quarters. Dick, who said he knew the forest thoroughly, was to be the guide, asd we accordingly, with our guns on our shoulders, started on foot from Root's, a tavern known to tourists, and situated on the boundaries of Essex and Warren counties. It was a desperate walk but as we started by daybreak, and had great faith in our pedestrian qualities, we ex pected to reach the nearest of the Eck ford lakes by nightfalj. The forest through which we traveled was of the densest description. Overhead the branches of spruce and pine shut out the day, while beneath our feet lay a frightful soil, composed principally of jagged shingle, cunningly concealed by an almost impenetrable brush. A the day wore on, our hopes of reaching our destination grew fainter and fainter, and I could almost fancy, from the anx ious glances that Dick cast around him, that in spite of his boasted knowledge of the woods he had lost his way. It was not, however, until night actually fell, and we were both sinking from hunger and exhaustion, that I could get him to acknowledge the fact. "We're in anice pickle, Master Dick," said I, rather crossly, for an empty stomach does much to destroy a man's natural amiability. "Confound your assurance that led you to set up as a guide. Of all men painters are the most conceited." "Come," Charley," answered Dick, goodhumoredly, "there is no use in growling so loudly. You'll bring the bears and panthers on us if you do. W must make the best of a bad job and feleep in a tree." "It's easy to talk, my goad fellow. I'm not a partridge, and don't know how to roost on a bough."' "Well, you'll have to learn, then for if you sleep on the ground, the chances are ten to one but you will have the wolves nibbling at your toes before day light." "I'm hanged if I'll do either!" said I, desperately. "I'm going to walk all night, and I'll drop before I'll lie down." "Come, come, Charley, don't be a fool! "I was only a fool when I consented to let you assume the role of a guide." "Well, Charley, if you are determined to go on let it be so. W go together. After all it is only an adventure." "I say, Dick, don't you see a light "By Joyc, so there is? Come, you see, Providence intervenes between us and the wolves and hunger. That must some squatters hut." The light to which I had so suddenly called Dick's attention was very faint, and seemed to be about half a mile dis tant. I glimmered through the dark branches of the hemlock and spruce trees, and weak as the light was, I hailed it as a mariner without a com pass hails the star by which he steers. W instantly set out in the direction of our beacon. In a moment it seemed as if all fatigue had vanished, and we walked as it our muscles were as tense as iron, and our joints oily as a piston- •haft. W soon arrived at what in the dusk seemed to be a clearing of about live acres, but it may have been larger, for the tall forest rising up around it must have diminished its apparent size, giving it the appearance of a square pit rather than a farm. Toward one corner of the clearing we discerned the dusky outline of a log hut, through whose signal end window a faint light was streaming. With a sigh of relief we hastened to the door and knocked. It was opened im mediately and a man appeared on the threshold. W explained our condi tion, and were instantly invited to walk in and make ourselves at home. All our host said he could offer us were some cold Indian corn cakes, and a slice of dried deer's-flesh, to all of which we were heartily welcome. These viands in our starving condition were luxuries to us, and we literally reveled in antici pation of a full meal. The hut into which we had so uncer emoniously entered was of the most poverty-stricken order. It consisted of but one room, with a rude brick fire place at one end. Some deerskins and old blankets stretched out by the way of a bed at either extremity of the apartment, and the only scats visible were two sections of a large pine trunk that stood close to the fire-place. There was no vestige of a table, and the rest of the furniture was embodied in a long Tennessee rifle hung close to the rough wall. If the hut was remarkable, its pro prietor was still more so. He was, I think, the most villainous looking man I ever beheld. „A bout six feet two inches in bight, proportionately broad across the shoulders, and with a hand large enough to pick up a fifty-six pound shot, he seemed to be a combi nation of extraordinary strength and agility. His head was narrow and ob long in shape. His straight, Indian like hair fell smoothly over his low forehead as if it had been plastered with soap. And his black, bead-like eyes were set obliquely, and slanted downward toward his nose, giving him a mingled expression of ferocity and cunning. A examined his features attentively, in which I thought I could trace almost every bad passion, 1 con fess I experienced a certain feeling of apprehension and disgust that I could not shake off*. While he was getting us the prom ised food we tried, by questioning him, to draw him into conversation. He seemed very taciturn and reserved. He said he lived entirely alone, and had cleared the spot he occupied with his own hands. He said his name was Joel, but when we hinted that he must have some other name, he pretended not to hear us, though I saw his brows knit and his small eyes flash angrily. My suspicions of this man were further aroused by seeing a pair of shoes lying in a corner of the hut. These shoes were at least three sizes smaller than those that our gigantic host wore, and yet he had distinctly replied that he lived entirely alone. If those shoes were not his, whose were they The more I reflected on this circumstance the more uneasy I felt, and apprehen sions were still further aroused when Joel, as he called himself, took both our fowling pieces, and, in order to have them out of the way, as he said, hung them on crooks from the wall, at a height which neither Dick nor I could reach without getting on a stool. I smiled inwardly, however, as I felt the smooth barrel of my revolver that was slung in the hollow of my back, by its leathern belt, and thought to myself, if this fellow has any bad designs, the more unprotected he thinks us the less cautious will he be, so I made no effort to retain our guns. Dick also had a revolver, and was one of those men who I knew would use it well when the time came. My suspicions of our host grew at last to such a pitch that I determined to communicate them to Dick. Nothing would be easier than for this villainous half breed—for I felt convinced he had Indian blood in him—nothing would be easier than, with the aid of an accom plice, to cut our throats or shoot us while we wore asleep, and so get our guns, watches and whatever money we carried. Who, in those lonely woods, would hear the shot, or hear our cries for help What emissary of the law, however sharp, could point out our graves in those wild woods, or bring the murder home to those who commit ted it Linton at first laughed then grew serious and gradually became a convert to my apprehensions. W hurriedly agreed that, while one slept, the other should watch, and so take it in turns through the night. Joel had surrendered to us his couch of deerskins and his blanket he him self said he could sleep quite as well on the floor, near the fire. A Dick and I were both very tired, we were .anxious to get our rest as soon as possible. So after a hearty meal of deer st'efok and tough cakes, washed down by a good draught from our brandy flask, I being the youngest, got the first hour's sleep, and flung myself on the couch of skins. As my eyes gradually closed, I saw a dim picture of Dick seated sternly watching by the fire, and the long shape of the half-breed stretching out like a huge shadow npon the fl«or. After what I could have sworn to be only a three-minute doze, Dick woke me, and informed me that my hour was out and turning me out" of my warm nest, laid down without any cer imony, and in a few seconds was heav ily snoring. I rubbed my eyes, felt for my revolver, and seating myself on one of the pine stumps, commenced my watch. The half-breed appeared to be buried in a profound slumber, and in the half weird light cast by the wood embers, his enormous figure seemed almost Ti tanic in its proportions. I confess I felt that in a struggle for life he was more than a match for Dick and myself. I then looked at the fire, and began a favorite amusement of mine—shaping forms in the e.nbers. All sorts of figures defined themselves above me. Battles, tempests at sea, familiar faces, and above all shone, ever returning, the dear features of Bertha Linton, my affianced bride. She seemed to me to smile at me through a burning haze, and I could almost fancy I heard her say, "While you are watching in the lonoly forest I am thinking of you, and praying for your safety." A slight movement on the part of the slumbering half-breed here recalled me from those sweet dreams. He turned on his side, lifted himself slowly on his elbow, and gazed attentively at me. I did not stir. Still retaining my stooping attitude, I half closed my eyes, and remained motionless. Doubtless he thought I was asleep, for in a moment or two he rose noise lessly, and creeping with a stealthy step across the floor, passed out of the hut. I listened—oh, how eagerly! I seemed to me that, through the imper- fectly joined crevices of the log walls, I could plainly hear voices whispering. I would have given worlds to haye crept' nearer to listen, but I was fearful of dis turbing the fancied security of our host, who I now felt certain had sinister de signs upon us. So I remained perfectly still. The whispering suddenly ceased. The half-breed re-entered the hut in the same stealthy way in which he had quitted it, and after giving a scru tinizing glance at me.once more stretched himself upon the floor And affected to sleep. In a few moments I pretended to awake—yawned, looked at my watch, and finding that my hour had more than expired, proceeded to wake Dick. As I turned him out of bed I whispered in his ear "Don't take your eyes off' that fellow, Dick. He has accomplices outside bo careful!" Dick gave a meaning glance, carelessly touched his revolver, as much as to say, "Here's something to interfere with his littl arrangements," and took his seat on the pine-stump, in such a position as to command a view7 of the sleeping half breed and the doorway at the same time. This time, though horribly tired, I could not sleep. A dreadful load seemed pressing on my chest, and every five minutes I would start up to see if Dick was keeping his watch faithfully. My nerves were strung to a pitch of tensity my heart beat at every sound, and my head seemed to throb until I thought my temples would burst. The more I reflected on tho conduct of the half-breed, the more as sured I was that he intended murder. Full of this idea, I took my revolver from its sling, and held it in my hand, ready to shoot him down at the first movement that appeared at all danger ous. A haze seemed now to cross my eyes. Fatigued with long watching and ex citement, I passed into that semi-con scious state, in which I seemed perfect ly aware of everything that passed, al though objects were dim and dull in outline, and did not appear so sharply defined as in one's waking moments. I was apparently roused from this state by a slight cracking sound. I started. and raised myseif on my elbow. My heart almost ceased to beat at what I saw. The half-breed had lit some spe cies of dried herb, which sent out a strong aromatic odor as it burned. This herb he was holding directly under Dick's nostrils, who 1 now perceived, to my horror, was wrapped in a profound slumber. The smoke of this mysteri ous herb appeared to deprive him of all consciousness, for he rolled gently off of the pine log, and lay stretched upon the fleor. The half-breed now stole to the door and opened it gently. Three sinister heads peered in out of the gloom. I saw the long barrels of rifles, and the huge brawny hands that clasped them. Th« half-breed pointed signifi cantly to where I lay with his long bony fingers, then drawing a large, thirsty-looking knife from his breast, moved toward me. The time was come. My blood stopped my heart ceased to I eat. The half-breed was within a foot of my bed the knife was raised another in stant and it would have been buried in my heart, when, with a hand as cold as ice, I lifted my revolver, took deadly aim, and fired! A stunning report, a dull groan, a huge cloud of smoke curling around me, and I found myself standing up right, with a dark mass lying at my feet. "Great God what have you done, sir? cried the half-breed, rushing to ward me. "You have killed him He was just about to wake you." I staggered against the wall. My senses, until then immersed in sleep, suddenly recovered their activity. The frightful truth burst upon me in a flash. I had shot Dink Linton while under the influence of a nightmate! Then everything seemed to fade away, and I remember no more. There was a trial, I believe. The lawyers were learned, and proved by physicians that it was a case of what is called Somnolentia* or sleep-drunk enness but of the proceedings I took no heed. One form haunted me, lying black and heavy on the hut floor and one pale face was ever present—a face I saw once after the terrible catastro phe and never saw again—the wild, de spairing face of Bertha Linton, my promised bride! W it fir Itches—A Curious Incident. W have received from an eminent American jurist the following interest ing narrative: Near the close of the seventeenth century that renowned Judge, Sir John Holt, Lord Chief Justice of Eng land, esteemed by his contemporaries, as well as by men of after-ages, as an embodiment both of the law and of justice, was presiding at the assizes held in and for his native county of Ox ford. A decrepit old woman was put on trial, charged with the crime of witchcraft. The history of the case, the offense of which the prisoner Avas alleged to be guilty, were laid before the jury by the Attorney General prosecuting for the Crown. The Chief Justice listened to the opening of the case with unusual earnestness, for there was recalled to his memory a cu rious incident connected with his own early life. When a student at the University of Oxford his habits were wild and irregular, and he gave no promise of his great future eminence. In company with-several other young students he had been for several dajrs on a carouse through some of the coun try places in the vicinity of Oxford. Young Holt had separated himself from his companions, and riding up to a way side inn, without anjT money in his pocket, he yet directed his horse to be fed and an ample dinner prepared for himself. Strolling into the kitchen, he noticed the daughter of the hostess was sick, and was told by her mother that she was a great sufferer from fever and ague, and that the doctors had been unable to cure her. The young colle gian at once declared his ability to ef fect a cure. Taking a piece of parch ment, he wrote upon it a cabalistic word in the Greek characters, bound it tightly upon the wrist of the girl, and then assured her that while she re tained it she would have no further re turn of her chills and fever. He re mained at the inn for several days, and the girl had no return of her sickness. When demanding his bill the grateful mother said she had no charge against him, and only regretted that her lim ited means would not permit her to make him more ample payment for the healing- of her daughter. He rode away in triumph. And now, as he sat on the bench as the Lord Chief -Justice of England, he knew that the decrepit old woman on trial for her life before him was the daughter of the woman who kept the way-side inn, and upon whose wrist he had bound the parchment charm forty years before. She had followed in his own footsteps and had been using the charm for the benefit of her neighbors and friends. The Chief Justice called her up, and as she unfolded some old greasy rags, she presented to him the well-worn parch ment with the cabalistic word in his own handwriting written upon it. It is needless to add that the woman was at once discharged. If the great Chief Justice had previously entertained any doubts on the subject of witchcraft, they were now removed. There is a curious sequel to the inci dent above related. Some twenty-five years ago the writer of this article was sitting in the private office in Wall street of the late Mr. S- then a Wealthy retired merchant, and acting president of one of the principal Wall Street banks. He was a quaint, curious man, fond of the marvelons, and dis posed to belief in spiritualism, then first coming into prom inent notice. Our conversation had been continued for some time, discus sing second sight, supernatural appear ances, and especially Kidd's buried treasures, when he suddenly changed the subject, saying, abruptly, "I can cure the fever and ague." On asking how, he produced a small piece of parchment with a cabalistic word writ ten on it in the Greek characters, say ing it must be bound on the wrist, and the disease will disappear or go away. He did not tell me how or when he had obtained the wonderful charm. Nor was I at that time aware of the trial be fore referred to, and sure I am that he could have had no knowledge of it. A hundred and fifty years had come and gone since the fallacy had been ex posed by Lord Chief Justice Holt. It is probable that at some time during the forty years preceding that trial tho woman possessing the pretended charm had communicated the secret, and given a copy to some friend emigrating to America, and that it may have been handed down through successive gener ations, and perhaps in some cases effect ing cures by and through the imagina tion. It has been said that sometimes violent excrciseand sometimes strong im pressions on the mind will ward oft* at tacks of what are called fits of ague.— Editor's J)rawer, in Harper's Maga zine for October. Singula ltobber a Assault ]Boston, Sept. 30, Special to Chicago Times.] Last evening as Mr. Otis Gray Ran dall, a wealthy merchant, aged 65, was entering the grounds of his residence on Day street, in the Highland district, he was attacked by two men, who beat him senseless with a slung shot, gagged him, and "went through him" for two pocket books, luckily containing little. A larger sum of money in an inner pocket was not discovered. His two sons, hearing the noise, rushed to his assistance, one firing a pistol. The assailants both fired on them, wound ing one of the sons in the wrist. The police was notified, and, upon inter viewing the family, found an apparent dislike to talk on the subject but final ly one of Mr. Randall's sons stated that he was going to tell what he believed in the matter, then and there. He then said that Charles O. Da was one of the assailants, and Mr. Randall, Sr., the party assaulted, also stated that he had no doubt such was the fact. Day is about 35 years old, a son of Moses Day, a prominent manufacturer, and the husband of one of Mr. Randall's daughters. While the police were in the house, they were shown a hat which was picked up on the ground where the fracas occurred, and which was worn by one of the assailants. This hat was identified by another daughter of Mr. Randall as Day's hat, from the fol lowing circumstances: A few days since this daughter was at Mrs. Day's house, and, while there, a little seven-year-old daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Da took up one of her father's hats, pasted into the crown of which was a picture which the child tore out. The hat left at the scene of the scrimmage was identified by this daughter as being the same from which the picture was taken, both from its general appearance and the traces, on the inside of the crown, of paper having been pasted thereon. Accordingly, this morning, Day was arrested, and in the mu nicipal court, Highland district, was arraigned on a charge of highway robbery. The government not being prepared for the examination, the case was continued. Meanwhile the police are actively employed' in the search for the second party concerned in the assault. Mr". Da has recently been released from the Taunton lunatic asylum, having been confined there for insanity caused by intemperance. With in a very few days he has declared to Capt. Chase, of the Tenth station, that he should either kill himself ®r some body, if something was not done to stop his drinking, and undoubtedly that ma nia had something to do with the attack on Mr. Randall. Only a short tin since, as Mr. Randall was entering his premises, he was startled by a sound behind him, and,fon entering his house, informed his family that Charles had followed him. Mr. Day, it is said, had frequently declared that Mr. Randall caused him to be sent to Taunton, and this might have had something to do with the murderous assault. On being arrested, to convince the officers that he was not the party, Day showed them his boots, which were neatly polished, and claimed that if he had been out of the house that evening, they would have been muddy. The boots, however, were wet. and the blacking so fresh as to rub off on touching it. The affair creates much excitement, owing to the high standing of the parties and the ap parent absence of motive for the crime. —Baggs got up too early one morn ing, and began to scold the servant girl. His little 6-ycar old, who had been lis tening attentively during the conversa tion, broke in with, "Father, stop scold ing you needn't think that Jane's your wife." W once heard of a traveler at a hotel, who rose from his bed at night to examine the weather but instead of looking out on the s-ky, he thrust his head through the glass window of a cupboard. "Bless me he muttered, "this is very singular weather. The night is as dark as pitch, and smells of cheese." —"What is this for?" asked a col ored porter at the Hotel, Long Branch, the other day, holding out a twenty-five cent note given him by a gentleman for carrying up his trunk. "That," said the gentle man, taking the note and putting it back io his pocket, "was for your trouble, and this is for your impu dence," and he kicked him eleven feet, nine inches and a half into the hall way. F0UNDUN6S. I a a Care of Waif*. Deserted In an inner court of this vast build ing—says Lady Amberlv in a contribu tion to MacmiUan's Magazine about the hospital of San Spirito in Rome— we find the largest foundling hospital of Rome now open to our inspection, and we do not remember having looked on aaything more unpleasant and saddening. Here we have nothing short of the good intentions of one age becoming the curse of another. Through a well-barred door we were admitted, after much par leying, by a brisk little nun, into a great quadrangle. From a sunny gallery that surrounds this inner court we entered a number of large, airy rooms, all too sadly alike in their mournful and forlorn aspect. The material appearance was good enough most perfect cleanliness visible every where. The many little cots so scru pulously clean, with their white sheets and white dimity curtains, each con tained three poor abandoned infants, who, swaddled so tightly that no limb could move, looked more like wooden dolls, with india rubber necks and faces, than like the stretching, crowing, soft little bunalcs English mothers are accustomed to fondle. A tidy, healthy looking woman is attached to each cot as wet nurse. Though the cleanliness was great to the outer eye, we could not say in what state the little limbs and bodies were kept cramped in this bundle, which is opened but three times a day. The on convenience of this unhealthy mode of clothing seemed to be that one woman could manage three of them at once, or rather, we should say, hold three, for we defy the strongest-armed and strongest-nerved woman to manage even two restless infants when crying with pain. The superintendancc of the whole is in the hands of Sisters of Mer cy, kind and conscientious, no doubt, but unknowing in the pangs and joys of a mother's heart. They are assist ed by a young doctor, who is here study ing infant mortality on a large scale, that he may gain experience whereby to keep in health precious infants of the more fortunate of the great city. These little ones pass the first year of their life here. A a year old, those who have had vitality enough to sui vive are put out to nurse among the peasants in the country. From two to nine a day is the number that seek ad mission. The first duty performed is to baptize these poor little outcasts and, as we entered, we met eight strong nurses, each returning Irom the church with her tiny burden of swaddled hu manity, now duly admitted as a mem ber of the great brotherhood of love and equality. And surely one must be lieve in their creed to be able to see the compensation in store for the sufferings these little ones have to endure. Under the existing system there seems nothing to prevent a mother de positing her infant, and then hiring her self as wet nurse, .trusting to a turn of fortune's wheel to give her her own to suckle, though she must follow it pretty quickly if she wish to find it a^-ain among the hundred or so of mewing and puking atoms. Let vis hope there may be sometimes some bright oasis of real love in this desert of suffering. We have no word of approval for this kind of attempt to remedy artificially the evil consequences of the heedlessness that brings children into this world of suffering, under circumstances that cruelly forbid a mother's love and care which can alone bear successfully with all the difficulties of dawning life, and detect rapidly every change and indica tion of approaching illness. It is no wonder, then, that, in the ab sence of this never tiring and quick sighted love, fifty per cent, die under three months old, as the doctor care lessly remarked as we gazed into a lit tle cot where an infant had already passed beyond crying, while another still uttered the cry of pain that tells a mother's heart it is yet struggling for life. Other cots exhibited every varie ty of sickly and starved babyhood. Poor little wizen faces, open mouths and moaning cries, made one intensely melancholy-for the suffering still to be endured before death kindly put an end to their agonies. And why should they not die? Why indeed No one needs them and their abandonment proves that those who should most have loved them will not miss them. Looking from the window, the streets teem with young life and why should any one wish an addition to that mass of pain and wretchedness Better, indeed, to die but for the thousands it would surely have been better still had they never been born. My Captain' Orders "How is it I don't seem to hear you speak bad words asked an "old salt" of a boy on board a man-of-war. 0, 'cause don't forget my Cap tain's orders!" answered the boy, brightly. "Captain's orders!" cried the old sailor, "I didn't know he gave any." "He did," said Jem, "and I keep safe here," putting breast. "Here they slowljr and distinctly you, Swear not at em his hand on his are," said Je 'I say unto all neither by heaven, for it is God's throne nor by earth, for it is his footstool neither by Jerusalem, for it is the city of the great King. Neither shalt thou swear by th head, because thou canst not make one hair white or black. But let your communication be, yea, yea nay, nay for whatsoever is more than these cometh of evil.' '*—Matthew, v. 34-37. "From the good old log-book, I see," said the sailor. "Ah, yes, you've got your orders." A a Life. In Nashua, N H., resides a young girl, whose pitiful lot excites the deep est sympathy, yet for whom sympathy can do but little in alleviation of the sad misfortune which has darkened her life. When a child she was terribly scalded about the head and face and, although she survived her injuries, she was henceforth disfigured for life, and the rosy face of childhood was changed to a mask—a travesty on the human countenance—absolutely frightful in its hideousness. In Lowell, Mass., where she once lived, so great was the horror excited by her appearance that she was forbidden by the authorities to show her self on the streets. A Nashua she ven tured out the other day, and several ladies fainted at sight of her, arid a call is now made upon the authorities- of that place to forbid her appearance on he streets. What a mournful fate is hers—to live through the terrible suf fering only to endure henceforth a keener mental anguish in the knowledge that she is a thing of horror, to be ab horred and shunned by human kind, with no hope in the future except the grave, which shall hide her deformities from the gaze of her fellow beings. A NOVEL BATTLE. A Fxcltingr Scene in S an Francisc —Fight a a a Horse The San Francisco Chronicle of the 1st inst. has the following "Yester day afternoon about 6 o'clock a fine bay horse, attached to a light wagon, was being driven along Kearney street by two men. When near Sutter street a small Engl sh bull-dog, weighing 18 or 20 pounds, made a spring from the sidewalk and tried to catch the horse by the nose. Missing him, the dog fell under the horse's feet, and in an instant caught him by the right fore leg, just above the knee, where he held on with the grip of death. The horse reared and plunged and stamped. The men in the wagon, having all they could do to control the animal in that crowded thoroughfare, dared not attempt to get out to fight the dog off. Finally, with a violent stamp and a sudden dropping to his knees, the horse shook the vicious brute off his leg, but in an in stant he was caught again in the chest. Fastening his teeth in the tough, thick hide, the dog hung on like a leech. The poor horse, unable to shake him off, bolted across a low pile of lumber at the corner of Sutter and Kearney streets, where he was caught by a dozen men out of the large crowd which had assembled. Some one at this point raised the cry that the dog was mad. That was enough to keep the crowd back and insure fair play. Not a sonl would go near, and the horse was several minutes left to fight it alone. Again and again did he shake off the tenacious little animal, kicking and striking at him with all his fierce strength, but in vain. He would not desist. Once in a while a hoof would hit the dog and send him reeling in the dust, but quicker than lightning he would gather himself up, and again fas ten his viselike fangs in the horse's flesh. "Get a club here shouted some one in the crowd. "Unfasten that horse'h check-rein, and he'll soon fix him with his teeth,'' shouted another man. "Keep away from don't you see he's mad was again yelled oiit. and the crowd stood back. Once the dog sprang, and, clasping the horse's left foreleg, just as the ydung bear would climb a pole, fastened his teeth in and held on. The horse snorted with pain, and plunged widely about he reared, kicked, fell on his knees, and stamped, but still those sharp, white teeth were buried in his flesh, and the cold, sharp eye gleamed with tenacity and vicious hate. Finally, some one got a long club and came to the horde's relief. A fierce whack fell on the dog's nose, and then the teeth loosened, and the fierce little brute fell under the horse's heels. Again he made a spring, but this time something struck him full in the face. It was an iron-bound hoop, and it came with the force of a trip hammer. Beaten senseless, with the wind knocked completel}1- out of and a leg broken, the dog went rolling into a pile of rubbish, where his owner pioked him up and carried him away in his arms. "The poor horse was completely un strung. Th sweat poured off him in streams, and he shook and trembled so that he could scarcely stand. His owner got some rum and bathed the animal' legs, win were badly cut and lacer ated, and after a few moments he got sufficiently quiet to be driven home. The horse is a valuable one, but, unless there is danger of hydrophobia, his in juries are not likely to prove serious. The novel spectacle lasted fully ten minutes, and was witnessed by as raanv as 500 people. The dog is owned by a man in the employ of the gas company. He is a regular English bull, and is said to be one of the j,best fighters on this coast. He is terribly vicious, and is usually kept closely muzzled, but on this occasion he did not have his muz zle on," Unio Ful meeting Under the Aus pices of he State Agricultura As sociation (of St. a a the State Agricultura Society of Minnesota to be at he St. a iv in a Minnesota, October 13th 14th and 15lh lSt-l—Purscs$2,300. PROGRAMME. First October 13th. I. Purse of $200. Class, green horses owned and bred in the State, $100, ?5u, $30, $20. II. Purse of $300 2.35 class $150, *75, $50, $25. III. Purse of $200 running race. 3 hi 5. mile heats $100, $60, $40. Second a IV. Purse of $200. 3 minute class, $ 100, $50, $30, $20. V. Purse of $300. Four year old class, $150, $75, $50, $25. VI. Purse of $300. 2:40 class, $150, $75, $50, $25. a VII. Purse of $250. 2:50 class, $155, £60, $40, $25. VIII Purse of $300. Class free to all, 5150, $75, $50, $25. IX. Purse of $200. Running race, two miles and repeat, $100, $60, $40. C. D. SHRRWOOD, Supt. Div. A. State Pair. J. C. BUBBANK, Entrance 10 per cent of the purse, and aH entries to close at 9 p.m., Oct. 10th, l«74,al Metropolitan Hotel, St. Paul, Minn. National rules to govern trotting, and American Jockey Club Rules to govern run ning. Horses distancing the field, or any part thereof, will be entitled to first money only. In every race the money must accompan the entry, in order to secure its acceptance. Trotting races to be mile heats, best three in five, to harness. Heats may be trotted each day alternate. The first race each day will be called at two o'clock sharp. Four to enter, three to start, in all cases, pedigree when known, should accompany the entry, as required by the national rules. Entries by mail may be addressed to Geo. Culver, Treasurer, St. Paul. If the weather should prove unfavor able the meeting will be continued from day to day until the races are com pleted. FROM CHICAGO.—Judge H. Bcck with of Chicago writes as follows: CHICAGO, June 22,1874. Morse Manufacturing Company, New York: GENTLEMEN I am willing to vouch for your statements as to the fine qual ity of your improved "Phalon Select Perfumes" and the "Paphian Boquet Toilet Soap." These goods I Have used* and carefully compared. Morse's late invention, "LTTXCRENE," will make the hair grow thick and long. THE Phalon Cereus, White Rose, Paphian Boquet Soap, &c are sold by all druggists. T. BOWER, corner of Seventh and Cedar, has $20,000 of Italian Marble and Scotch Granite Monuments and beautiful Mantles, which he is closing out at greatly reduced prices. Parties desiring to purchase should call soon. O E E I S E S NOTICE Hote Printer and ok in ST. PAUL, Sept. 1G, 1874. To Wlumi it May Concern-: I have this day leased to DAVID RAJIALEY the exclusive right of publishing Advertis ing Registers lor Hotels located in and throughout the State of Minnesota, for a term of years, under the rights and benefiu as granted by the Letters Patent Nos. G3,88S and 63,924, issued liy the United State.-,, April 16, 1807, and now owned by me in and for this and other States. All infringements of these patents, or in terference with the rights of the Lessee here in, by canvassing or advertising **Kents, printers, binders, or hotel or boarding hou.»e keepers, will be immediately prosecuted uv me the United States Court for the Di-," tiict of Minnesota. JAMES T. HAIU. Hotel keepers throughout the State ot Minnesota are respectfully invited to corres pond with the undersigned lor their supply of Hotel Registers, with, advertisements on blottine: pads or on part of the Register it self. They are hereby warned not to re ceive or use any Hotel" Register having any advertisements inserted upon the leaves of the Register itself, or upon blotting pads or other paper interleaved in the Register, ex cept the same is received from a duly au thorized agent holding an authenticated cer tificate, or uy direct permit from the under signed. DAVID RAMALEY, Lessee. Ramalev & Cunningham, Printers and Sta tioners, 19 Wabashaw-st, St. Paul. 182 NO I O S O N E N fraud Muska! Jubilee £iil Gift Concert A Sioux it I a Positively Thursday, Nov. 2Gth, 1874. $100*0OO in ca«.li and valuable real estate will oe distributed among the tick et holders. (July 65,000 will be issued— a large portion of these already sold. People's scheme. Net profits to go to Chamber ol Commerce, Fire and Militia Companies, and the Public Library oi Sioux City. Single Tickets, *3 two loi So. Reliable agents wanted. Lilieral commissions allowed Send lor tickets, terms or circulars to If. A E A I & CO NovI4 Sioux City. Iowa. a W a a a SEND Y0U& ORDESSfjFOri DRY GOODS DIRECT TO D. W. Ingersoll & Co. St. Paul. They will fill all orders at 'he very lowest pi ices, and sendgood^ C. O. 1). to any pail of the State. The trade built up by Messrs. Ingersoll & Co. through their order department is very large, f.ni their reputation foe fair dealing aud low prices is such to commend ihecn to all of our reader who wish good goods at low prices. They will send samples upon appli cation, and we heartily recomiceud them to all our leaders. junc23 Mjuufatlurrrs of Send for Circular. fVT*E 174-200 A O I S & C?-1. And Telegraphic Institute. All Depart ments oi rir.-1-class Hu&iness College itilly represented. For full particular?, sen 1 to Prof. A FA DIMS, St. Paul, O E I O I all kinds manufaaur W I I W & Co.,N«.SORobpitrt ,*t. Paul Cash paid lor bristles and horse'uur .HI. O E -Agent, Commission Merchant. Robert St., cor. 5th, St. Paul. Dairy butter and cheese a specialty. Refer to P. P. McQuillan & Co N. 13. Ilafwood. 13G-214 pat P.R.L HARDENBERGH Impoiter and Dealei Leaiher anil Findings. N o. 78 Eas Third Street. ST. PAUL, MINN. 147-226 SCHOOL Furnitute, Maps.Globes.ChaiL-. School Books, mottoes and rewaids, mail ed on receipt price. Send tor cin-ilar. Metcalf& Dixon, St. Paul. 2l i\y I7AR.11EKS—Our President. J. J. HILL, Sec'y Agricultural Ass'n. CONDITION'S. Cemeut pipe tor diams wells and chimneys, any size from 3 to 30 inches will lat a lilctmie host will not affect tlier.i all surface water can be kept out ot well* by u-ing them for chiiiu.eya they are cheaper than biick and more dur able. Burnham & Jones, cor. Miss, and Na?h sheet, St. Paul, Minn. 120-19b RRCOManuiaftuiers of Portable and Station ary Steam Engines and KENNEY Boiler*, Saint Paul, Minn. 1.0-198 I/Ijl 1 1 Cider, White Wine. I Double White Wine, all 1 1 S I S **'strictly pure, warranted Manufactured by FOSTER & DANA, 1-M Wasliington-st St. Paul. ibl °3 A E R11.1, A I N T—DuraWeT elastic flL economical, gupeiior to any other paint find always ready for BSU. W.Linck.St Tail. 17 fit p. c. A: Oct 5—10 W W A A S E & CO. is on a Wholesale den'era in Grain and Prodrce, No. 40 Sibley St., bet. Third and Fourth St*. Sain raal, Minn. B.-.y all kuida of country pro duce. References -FirM National Bank, hi. I'aul Mesurs Strouc, Ilackett & Chapin, &t. Paul: Messrs. P. F. JicQuillau & Co., St. PAD1 Messrs. Cainp& Smith, St. Paul Messw. Cher {'To,- A Krrwell. St. Paul. cp 5i FURNITURE! O O hae In stock and wii keep constantly on hand an elegant stock oi Furr.iiara. Call and examine befors you pr.r chns^. No. 75 Jackson St, Corner of Fifth, ST. PAUL, MINN. 1C7 12? KLI.S ItliljLs—Forcrrarchee,echools, farms made of steel, equal to nrass and for one-half he cost. Robinson & Cornrosr, St. Paul. Minn. 4th near Waconta st. ll?'l9ft S. 7 SHELDON, 69»and 70, Levee, St. Pmjl. Any farmer wanting J. I. Case & Co1* Thresher, Kattle Creek Vibralor Thrcpher, Whitewater Wago", Meadow King Mower, or Little Champion Beeper, correspond wita 8 L. SHELDON. 69 70 Levee, St. Paal, Minn.