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Poetry.
The following lines, by William Winter
re copied from the Boa ton Tramcrtft:
, Then hangs iter in tha western kr
V Merrily blows tbe wind b night!
" It twinkles and glows like an angel era,
And the sky Is Woe and the anew is whits
And merrily blWi the wind by night!
Tis the star of Lore that I gaze on there
Merrily Wows the wind by night!
V And it speaks to my heart the good and fair
' That forever aad ever have left my sight:
- - Ah! drearily cobs the wind by night !
. i Soaae in the grave yards lie asleep .
Merrily "blows the wind bynigbt!
.' Over them enowe are drilled deep,
Coid aa their boaee, aDd pore and white
j ' ' Bm merrily blows the wind by night !
And eotae there are whose haaghry hearts
.,- ' Are frexea hard with shams and sin :
. Ho tone ot music e'er departs,
..- Refer aeansbineenterain :
, . Calf like the snow, but not so white
' j. While merrily blows the wind by njgiit !
And one there M whose gentle eye
.- . Seem yet aa thrill me from s far ;
'; 'Whose memory in my bosom lies
-20 As the pore light of bat cold star.
She loved me once bat woman is light,
Changetnl and false as the snow so white
, And merrily blows tha wind by night !
' TUsEfeof onrsis wild nnrest,
' And light and shadow and joy and woe;
And then the sod is over us prest,
. And merrily on the winds do.blow.
And the self-same stars thst shine to night .
-.- -WjU thin on ear graves when wo are gone
-1 afcaaaqss willcover SB.tranqnB and white.
While the mosieal winds blow merrily oa.
tor the ky is blae and the snow is white
; And merrily blows tbe wind by night!
' Shims on, thoo beautiful star, shine on,
; in the hrilliaot beauty, bold and bright!
-:. For tbe world in darkness waits the dawn
" And merrily blows tbe wind by night!
Let hearts grew cold that once ware glad,
:, And eyes, once bright, grow dim and aad,
- And cheeks mm pale, and slow decay
, Anil ferr waste our Jbrmf away ;
' Yet, in the radiant borne above.
Shine on id hear us talk of love !
' Shioe on o W ill the glmtly sight.
And hark to the wind that aicga by night
To the jolly old wind that sings by night!
' for tbe sky is blue and tbe snow is white
And merrily blows the wind by night!
Fashionable Wedding.
. Font and twenty bride-grooms, all iia a row.
f ear and twenty dandies, dressed from top to toe;
Foot and twenty grimaces four and twenty Bmiies
And the carriages extending (our and twenty
miles;
Four and twenty bride's -nn ids, dressed in hoops
and feather,
Eight and forty Nimabies, standing all together.
. Tbe bride rinsed and jeweled.
. Tbe groom gloved and glum,
"," And bath of them louk foolish.
And both of them are dumb.
; . . A thousand spectators,
To see this pretty match;
A thousand touguee k whisper-
.. "Lie's made quite a catch.11
Eighty and forty niniues.
Marching out oi church,
. Like o mauy :uool boy
- ttuuuliig liuui lue birch.
Oh! ibe tuuuitst uiit to iok upou , that tvj 1
uia see.
Th world mukes a great toss tor nothing, seeiu?
loiue.
Duty.
'Bui never, in her sphere.
Is woman to toe soul more dear,
Than wben the homely task she plica,
r Willi cheerful duty in ter eyes,
And every lowly path well trod,' -
'Looks uaceMy upwariTtoher God."
Duty. Choice Miscellany.
THE APPLE-TREE TABLE;
OR ORIGINAL SPIRITUAL MANIFESTATIONS.
[CONCLUDED.]
- Du'ing the meal, in vain was conversa
tion started again and again; in vain my
wife said som thing brisk to infuse into
others ah animation akin to her own.
Julia and Anna, with heads bowed over
their tea-cups, were still listening for tbe
tick. : I confess, too, that their example
was catching. But, for the time, nothing
was .heard. Either the ticking 'had died
quite away, or else, slight as it was, the
increasing uproar of the street, with the
general hum of day, so contrasted with the
repose of night and early morning, smoth
ered the sound. At the lurking inquietude
of her companions, my wife was indignant;
the more so, as she seemed to glory in her
- c i i
Own exemption iroui panic, in nen ureuit
fast was cleared away sh took my watch,
and, placing it on the table, addressed the
supposed spirits in it, with a jocosely defi
ant air: 'There, tick away, let us see whs
can tick loudest!"
All that day, while abroad, I thought of
the mysterious table. Could Cotton Mather
peak true? Were there spirits? And
would spirits haunt a tea-table? Would
the Evil One dare show his cloven foot in
the bosom of an innocent family. I shud
dered wben I thought that I myself, against
the solemn warnings of my daughters, had
wilfullr introduced tbe cloven foot there.
Yea, three cloven feet. But, towards noon,
- this 'sort of feeling began to wear off. The
: continual rubbing against so many practi
cal people in tbe street, brushed such chime
ras away irotn mc. I remeiliueieu iua, j
had not acquitted myself very intrepidly
itKtt nn tiiA nrpvinu rairrht or in the morn-
ing.-- Treaolved to regain tbe good opinion
of my lfe.
To evince my hardihood the more sig
nally, when tea . was dismissed, and tb
.1 L- I f n. !.:.,( L.,1 k..n ii ! . .. n .nil
: no ticking bad been beard which the more
- encouraged me 1 took my pipe, and, say
in; that bed-tiiae had arrived for tbe rest,
' drew iLy chair towards the fire, and, remov
ing my sappers, placed my teet on the len
der, looking as calm and composed as old
Demoeritus in the tombs of Abdera, when
one midnight the mi-xhieviiua little boys of
the town tried to frighten that sturdy philos
opher with spurious ghosts.
And I thought to mysel f, that the worthy
'-old gentleman had set a good example to
II times in his conduct on that occasion.
For, wben at the dead hour, intent on bis
studies, be heard the strange sounds, he did
not so much as move his eyes from his page,
only simply said: "Boys, little boys, go
home. THis is no place for you. You will
catch cold here." Tbe philosophy of which
wotds lies here: that they imply the fore
gone conclusion, that any possible invest i
' gation of any .possible spiritual phenomena
was absurd; that upon the first face of such
things, the mind of a ane man instinctively
affirmed them a humbug, unworthy the least
attention; more especially if phenomena
nnear in tombs, since tombs are peculiarly
the- place of silence, lifelessness, and soli
tude; for which cause, by the way, the old
man, as upon the occasion in question, made
the tombs of Abdera bis place ot siuay.
Presently I was alone, and all was hushed
V !:.! Jnoin mw nino nnt fpplintT PTRT.tlv
. J JMU JVa. J f i ' m
, tranquil enough now. thoroughly to enjoy
, it. Taking up one of the newspapers, I
began in a nervous, hurried sort of way, te
' read by the light of a candle placed on
D. THOBURN EDITOR & PROPRIETOR.
NEW EIUES, VOL, I,
NO 9.
ST.
'HE WHO LOVES HOT HIS ' Q)UMJCAH LOVE NOTHING
CLAIRSVILLE, OHIO,
-
Lru
THURSDAY, FEBUARY
TERMS
26, 1857.
$1,50 A YEAR, IN ADVANCE
LWHOLE NO 966
3S
small stand drawn close to the fire. As for
the spple-tree table, having lately concluded
that it was rather too low tor a reading
table, I thought best not to use it a such
that night. But it stood not very distant
in the middle of the room.
Try as I wi-uld, I couln not succeed much
at reading. Somehow I seemed all ear and
oo eye; a condition of intense auricular eus-
pei.ee. But ere long it was oroaen.
Tick! tick! tick!
Though it was not tbe 5r6t time I had
beard that sound; nay, though I bad made
it my particular business oa this occasion
to wail for that sojnd, nevertheless, when
it came, it seemed unexpected, as if a can
non had boomel through tbe window.
Tick! tick! tick!
I eat stock stiil a time, thoroughly to
master, if possible, my first discomposure.
Then rising, I looked pretty steadily at the
table, went up to it pretty steadily; . took
held of it pretty atetdily; but let it go pretty
quickly: then paced np and down, stopping
every moment or two, with ear pricked to
listen. Meantime, within me, the contest
between panic and philosophy remained not
wholly decided.
Tick! tick! tick!
With appalling distinctness the ticking
now rose on tbe night.
My pulse fluttered my heart beat. I
hardly know what might not have followed,
bad not Demoeritus just then come to the
rescue. For shame, said I to myself, what
is the use of so fine an example of philoso
phy, if it cannot be followed? Straightway
I resolved to imitate it, even to the old
sage's occupation and attitude.
Resuming my chair and paper, with back
presented to the table, I remained thus for
a time, as if buried in study; when, the
ticking still continuing, I drawled out, in
as indifferent and dryly jocose a way as I
could: "Come, come, Tick, my boy, fun
enough for to-night." j
Tick! tick! tick!
There seemed a sort of jeering defiance
in the ticking now. It seemed to exuit over
the poor affected pari I was playing. But
much as the taunt stung me, it only slung
me into persistence. I resolved not to abate
one whit in my mode of address.
"Come, come, you make more and more
noise, Tick, my boy; too much of a joke
time to have doue."
No sooner said than the ticking ceased.
Never was responsive obedience more exact.
For the life of me, I could not help turning
round upon the table, as one would upon
some reasonable being, when could I
believe my senses! I saw something moving.
or wriggling, or squirming upon the slab of j
the table, it shone like a glow-worm. j
Uiiconsiioesly. I grasppd the poker that ;
stood at band. But bethinking n;e how ab-
surd, to a'tar.k a glow-worm with a poker, j
I put it down. How long I sat spell-bound
and staring there, with my body preen'ed
one way aud my face another, I cannntsay;
but at length 1 rose, and, buttoning my coat
up and down, made a sudden intrepid forced
march full upon the tabled And there, near
the centre ef the wlab, as I Jive, I saw en
irregular liule hole, or, rather, short nibbed
sort of crack, from w hich (lili a butterfly
escaping its cbryrraHs) the sparkling object,
whatever it might be, was struggling. Its
motion was the motion of life. I stood be
charmed. Are there, indeed, spirits, thought
I; aud isthisoiie? No; I must be drenming.
I turned my glance off to tbe red fire on the
hearth, then back to tbe pale lustre on the
table. What I saw was no optical illusion,
but a real marvel. The tremor was in
creasing, when, once again, Democritua be
friended me. Supernatural corruscation as
it appeared, I strove to look at the strange
object in a purely scientific way. Thus
viewed, it appeared some new sort of small
shining beetle or bug. and, I thought, not
without something of a hum to it, too.
1 still watched it, and with still increas
ing self-pessesaion. Sparkling end wrig
gling, it still continued its threes. In an
other moment it was just n the point of
escaping its prison. A thought struck me.
Running for a tumbler, I clapped 'it over
tbe insect just in time to secure it.
After watching it a while longer under
the tumbler, I left ail as it was, and, toler
ably composed, retired.
Now, for the soul of me, I could not, at
that time, comprehend tbe phenomenon. A
live bug come out of a dead table? A fire
fly bug come out of a piece of ancient lum
ber, for one knows not how many years
stored away in an old ganet? Was ever
such a thing heard of, or even dreamed of?
How got the bug there? Never mind. 1
bethought me of Demoeritus, and resolved
to keep cool. At all events, the mystery of
the ticking was explained. It was simply
the sound of the gnawing and filing, and
tapping ef the bug, iB eating its way out
It was satisfactory to think, that there was
an end forever to the ticking. I resolved
Dot to let the occasion pass without reaping
some credit from it.
"Wife," said I, next morning, "you will
not be troubled with any more ticking in
our table. I have put a slop to all that."
"Indeed, husband,'' said she, with some
incredulity.
"Yes, wife," returned I, perhaps a little
vain-gloriously. "I have put a quietus upon
that ticking. Depend upon it, the ticking
wi 1 trouble you no more."
In vain she besought me to explain my
self. I would not gratify her; being willing
to balance any previous trepidation I migbt
have betrared, by leaving room now for the
imputation of some heroic feat whereby I
hul silenced the ticking. It was a sort ot
innocent deceit by implication, quite harm
less, and I thought , of utility.
But when I went to breakfast, I sa my
wife kneeling at the table again, and my
girls looking ten times more frightened than
ever.
Why did you tell me that boastful tale,"
said my wife indignantly. "You might
have known how easily it would be found
out. See this crack, too; and here is the
ticking again, plainer than ever."
"Impossible!" I exclaimed; but upon ap
plying my ear, 'sure enough, tick! tick!
tick! The ticking was there.
Recovering myself the best way I might,
1 demanded the bug.
"Bue?" screamed Julia. "Good heavens,
papa!"
"I hope, sir, you have been bringing no
bugs into this house?" said my wife, se
verely. -The bog, the bug!" I cried; "the bug
under tbe tumbler."
"Burrs in tumblers!'' cried the girls; "not
our tumblers, papa? You have not been
putting bugs into our tumblers? Oh, what
does what doet it all mean?
"Do you see this hole, this crack here?
said I, putting my finger on the spot.
"That I do," said my wife, with high dia-
j pleasure. " And how did it come there?
. What have you been doing to the table!"
Do you see this crack?" repeated t, in
tensely.
Yes, yes," said Julia; "(hit was what
frightened me so; it looks so like witch
work .'
"Spirits! spirits!" cried Annn.
"Siienct!" suid my wife "Go on, sir,
and tell us what you know of the crack."
Wife and daughters," said I, solemnly,
"out of that crack, or bole, while I was sit
ting ail alone here last night a wonder
ful "
Here, involuntarily, I paused, fascinated
by the expectant attitudes and bursting eyes
of Julia and Anna.
"What, wbat!" cried Julia.
"A bug, Julia."
"A bug!" cried my wKe. "A bng come
out of this table? And what did you do wjth
it'" " ,.
"Clapped it under a tumbler."
"Biddy! Biddy!" cried my wife, going to
the door. "Did you see a tumbler here on
this table when you swept the room?"
"Sure I did, marm, and a 'bomnable bug
under it."
"And what did you do with it?" demanded
I.
"Put the bug in the fire, sir, and rinsed
out the tumbler ever so many times, marm
"Where is that tumbler?" cried Anna.
"I hope you scratched it marked it some
way. I'll never drink out ef that tumbler;
never put it before me, Biddy. A bug a
bug! Oh, Julia! oh, mamma! I feel it
crawling all ever me, even now. Haunted
table!"
Spirits! spirits!" cried Julia.
My daughters," said their mother, with
authority in her eyes, "go to your chamber
till yon can behave more like resonable
creatures. Is it a bug a bug that can
frighten you out of what little wits you
erer had. Leave the room- I am astonish
ed. I am pained by such childish conduct."
'No tell me," she said addressing me,
as 60011 as they bad withdrawn, ''now tell
my trnly, d.d a bug really come out ol this
crack in the table?"
"Wife, it is even so."
"Did j ou 6ce it come out!"
"I did." -
She looked earnestly at the crack, leaning
over it.
"Are you sure?" said she, looking up, but
still bent over.
"Sure, sure."
She was s.leiii. 1 began to think that
the mystery of the tLing began to tell even
upon her. Yes, thought 1, 1 shall presently
see my ui!e shaking and shuddering, and,
who krows. calling in some old dominie to
exercise tbe table, and drive out the spirits,
"I'll tell you what we'll do," said she
suddenly, and uol without excitement.
"What, wife?" said I, all eagerness, ex
pecting some mvetical proposition; "what,
wife!"
"We will rub this table all over with thst
celebrated 'roach powder I've heard of."
"Good gracious! Then you don't think
k's epirii4'' -... .
"Spirits!"
The emphasis of scornful incredulity was
worthy of Demoeritus himself.
"But this ticking this ticking?" said I.
"I'll whip that out of it."
"Come, come, wife," said I, you are going
too lar tbe other way, now. Neither roach
powder nor whipping will cure this table.
It's a queer table, wife; there's no blinking
it."
"I'll have it rubbed, though," she rep'icd,
"well rubbed;" and calling Biddy, she bade
her get wax and brush, and give the tabic
a vigorous manipulation. That done, the
cloth was again laid, and we sat down to
our morning meal; but my daughters did
not make their appearance. Julia and Ajna
took no breakfast that day.
When the cloth was removed, in a business-like
way, my wiie went to work with
dark colored cement, and hermetically
closed the litt'e hole in the table.
My daughters looking pale, I insisted
upon taking them out for a walk that morn
ing, when the following conversation en
sued: "My worst presentiments about that table
are being verified, papa," said Julia; "not
for nothing was that intimation of the cjo
ven foot on my shoulder."
"Nonsense," said I. "Let us go into
Mrs. Brown's, and have an ice-cream."
The spirit of Demoeritus was stronger
on me now. By a curious coincidence, it
strengthened with tbe strength of the sun
light. "But is it not miraculous," said Anna,
"how a bug shou'd come out of a table?"
"Not at all, my daughter. It is a very
common thing for bugs to come out of wood.
You yourself must have seen them coming
out of the ends of the billets on the hearth."
"Ah, but that wood is almost fresh from
tbe woodland. But the table is at least a
hundred years old."
"What of that?" said I, gayly. "Have
not live toads been found in the hearts of
dead rocks, as old as creation!"
"Say what yon will, papa, I feel it is
spirits," said Julia. "Do, do now, my dear
papa, have that haunted table removed from
tbe house."
"Nonsense," said I.
By another curious coincidence, the more
they felt frightened, the more 1 felt brave.
Evening came.
"This ticking," said my wife; "do you
think that another bug will come of thi6
continued ticking?"
Curiously enough, that had not occurred
to me before. I had not thought of tb,ere
being twins o. bugs. But now, who kievv;
t'lere mignt be even triplets.
1 resolved to take precautions, and, if
there was to be a second bug, infallibly se
cure it. Dunne the evening, the ticking
was again heard. About ten o'clock I clap
ped a tumbler over the spot, as near as I
could judge of it by my ear. Then we all
retired, and locking the door of the cedar-
parlor, 1 put the key in my pocket.
In ibe morning, nothing was to be seen,
but the ticking was heard. The trepidation
of my daughters returned. They wanted
to call in the neighbors. But to this my
wife was vigorously opposed. We should
be the laughing-stock of the whole town.
So it was agreed that noth:ng should be
disclosed. Biddy received strict charges;
and, to make sure, was not allowed that
week to go to confession, lest she 6honld
tell the priest.
I stayed home all that day, every hour or
two bending ever the table, both eye and
ear. Towards night, 1 thought tbe ticking
grew more distinct, and seemed divided from
my ear by a thinner and thinner partition
ol the wood. 1 thought, too, that I per
ceived a faint heaving up, or bulging of the
wood, In tho ploco where I had placed the
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tumbler. To put an end to the suspense
my wile prouo.ed taking a kniie and cut tin
into tbe wood there; but I had a less imps'
tient plan; namely , tiat she and I should
sit up with the table that night, as, from
present symptoms, the bug would probably
make its appearance before morning. For
myselC, I was curious to see the first advent
of the thins the first dazzle of the chick
as it chipped the shell.
The idea struck my wile not unfavorably,
She insisted that both Julia and Anna should
be oi the party, in order that the evidence
of their senses should disabuse their minds
of all nursery nonsense. For that spirits
should tick, aad that spirts should take ucto
themselves the form of bugs, was, to my
wife, the most foolish of all, foolish imagi
nations. True, she could not account for
tbe thing; but she had all confidence that K
could belaud would yet -be, someow ex
plained, an that to her entire 'satiafacUfto,
Without knowing it herself, my wife was
female Demoeritus. For my own part, my
present feelings were of a mixed sort. In
a strange and not unoleasing way, I gently
oscillated between Demoeritus and Cotton
Mather. But to my wife and daughters I as
sumed to be pure Demoeritus a jeerer at
all tea-table spirits whatever.
So, laying in a good supply of candles
and crackers, all four of us sat up with tbe
table, and at tbe same time sat round it.
For a while my wife and I carried on an
animated conversation. But my daughters
were silent. Then my wife and 1 wonld
have had a rubber of whist, but my daugh
ten cculd not be prevailed upon to join.
So we played whist with two dominies;
literally, my wife won the rubber, and.
fatigued with victory, put away tbe cards.
Half past eleven o'clock. No sign of the
bug. The candles began to burn dim. My
wife was just in the act of snuffing them,
when a sudden, violent, hollow, resounding;
rumbling, thumping was beard. ,
Julia and Anna sprang to their feet.
"All well!" cried a voice from the street.
It was the watchman, first ringing down
bis club on the pavement, and then follow
ing it up with this highly satisfactory ver
bal announcement.
"Ail well! Do you hear that, my girls!
said I, gayly.
Indeed it was astonishing how brave as
Bruce I felt in company with three women,
and two of them half frightened out of their
wits.
I rcse for my pipe and took a philosophic
smoke.
Demoeritus forever, thought I.
In profound silence, I sat smoking, when
o! pop! pop! P'.p! right under the table,
terrible popping.
This time we ail four sprang up, and my
pipe was broken.
'Goo'd heavens! what's that!"
"Spirits! spirits!" cried Julia.
"Oh, oh, oh!" cried Anna.
"Shame," suid my wife, "it's that new
bottled cider, in the celler, going off. I told
Biddy to wire the bottles to-day."
I shall here transcribe from memoranda
kept during part cf the night. -
One o'clock. No s7g"h of theTFug. Tick
ing continues. Wife getting sleepy.
"Two o'clock. No sign of the bug. Tick
ing intermittent. Wife fast asleep.
"Three o clock. No sign ot the Dug.
Ticking pretty steady. Julia and Anna
getting sleepy.
Four o'clock. No sign of the bug.
Ticking regular, but not spirited. Wife,
Julia, and Anna, all fast asleep in their
chairs.
Five o'clock. No s:gn of the bug.
Ticking faint. Myself feeling drowsy. The
rest stiil asleep."
So far the journal.
Rap! rap! rap!
A terrific, portentous rapping against the
door.
Startled from our dreams, we started to
our teet.
Rap! rap! rap!
Juiia and Anna shrieked.
I cowered in the corner.
"You fools!" cried my wife, "it's the
baker with tbe bread."
Six o'clock.
She went to throw back the shutters, but
it was done, a cry came from Julia.
There, half in aad half out of its crack,
there wriggled the bug, flashing in the
room's general dimness, like a fiery opal.
Had this bug had a tinv sword by its side
a Damascus aword and a tiny - necklace
round its neck a diamond necklace and
tiny gun in its claw a brass gun and a
tiny manuscript in his mouth a Chaldee
manuscript Julia and Anna could not have
stood more charmed
In truth, it was a beautiful bug a Jew
jeweler's bug a bug like a sparkle of a
glorious sunset. -
Julia and Anna had never dreamed of
such a bug. To them, bug had been a word
svnonomous with hideousness. nai tnis
was a seraphical bug; or, rather, all it had
the bog was the B, for it was beautiful
a butterfly.
Julia and Anna gazed and gazed. They
were no more alarmed. They were delight
"But how got this strange, pretty crea
ture into the table!" cried Julia.
"Spirits can get anywhere," replied
Anna.
"Pshaw?" said my wife.
"Do you hear any more ticking?" said I.
They all applied their ears, but beard
nothing.
"Well, then, wife and daughters, now
that it is all over, this very morning I will
and make inquiries about it."
"Uh, do, papa," cried Julia, "do go and
consult Madame Pazzi.the conjuress."
"Better go and consult Prolessor John
son, the naturalist," said my wife.
"Bravo, Mrs. Demoeritus!" said I, "Pro
fesBor is the man."
By good fortune I found the Professor ic.
Informing him briefly of the incident, he
manifested a cool, collected sort of interest,
and gravely accompanied me home. The
table was produced, the two openings point
ed out, the bug displayed, and the details of
the affair set forth; my wife and daughters
being present.
"And now. Professor," said I, "what do
you think of it!"
Putting on hia spectacles, the learned
Professor iooked hard at the table, and
gently scraped with his pen-knife into the
holes, but said nothing.
"Is it notan unusual thing, this?" anxious
ly asked Anna.
"Very unusual, Miss."
At which Julia and Anna exchanged sig
nificant glances.
"But is it not wonderful, very wonderful?"
demanded Julia.
"Very wonderful, Miss."
My daughters exchanged still more sig-
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nificeaf glances, and Julia, emboldened,
again-spoke.
"And must you not admit, sir, that it is
the work of of f sp ?"
"Spirits? No," was the crusty rejoinder.
"Mj; daughters," said I, mildly, "you
should remember that this is not Madame
Pazzr the conjuress, you put your questions
to, but the eminent naturalist, Professor
Johnson. And now, Professor," I added,
be pleased to explain. Enlighten our ig
norance.
Without repeating that the learned gen
tleman eaid for, indeed, though lucid, he
was ajlittle prosy let the following sum
mary ef his explanation suffice.
The incident was not wholly without ex-
emp le. Tbe wood of tbe 'table was apple-
tree j spit of tree much fancied by various
wr,. , r
irrsecls. ' The bugs had come from
laid UMide the bark of tbe living tree in
tbooij&Pl. By careful examination of the
position of the bole from which the last bug
had emerged, in relation to the cortical
layers of the slab, and then allowing for the
inch and a half along the grain, ere tbe bug
had eaten its way entirely out, and then
computing the whole number ef cortical
layers in the slab, with a reasonable con
jecture for the number cut off from the out
side, it appeared that the- egg must have
been laid in the tree some ninety years,
more or-less, before the tree could have
been felled. But between the felling of
the tree and the present time, how long
might that be? It was a very old-fashioned
table. Allow eighty years for the age of
the table, which would make one hundred
and fifty years that the bug had laid in tbe
egg.. Such, at least, was Professor John
son's computation.
"Now, Julia," said I, "after that scientific
statement of the case (though, I confess, I
don't exactly understand it), where are your
pints? It is very wonderful as it is, but
where are your spirits?"
"Where, indeed," said my wife.
"Whynow, she did not really associate
this purejy natural phenonenon with any
crudo spiritual hypothesis, did she?" ob
served the learned Professor, with a slight
sneer. ,
"Say what you will," said Julia, holding
up, in the covered tumbler, the glorious,
lustrous, flashing, live opal, "say what you
will; if this beauteous creature be not a
spirit, it yet teaches a spiritual lesson.
For if, after one hundred and fifty years'
ntombment, a mere insect comes forth at
ast into light, itself en effulgence, shall
there be no glorified resurrection for the
spirit of man! Spirits! spirits!" she ex-
laimed, with rapture, "I still believe in
spirits, onlv now I believe in them with I
delight, when before I but thought of them
with terror.
The mysterious insect did not long enjoy
ts radiant life; it expired the next day.
But my girls have preserved it. Embalmed
a silver vinaigrette, it lies on the little
apple-tree table in tbe pier of the cedar
parlor. And whatever lady doubts this story, my
H'iii..U, hipy ,ni .bm, her hull)
the bug and the table, and point out to her,
the repaired slab of the latter, the two
sealing-wax drops designating the exact
lace of the two holes mode by the two
bugs, something in the same way in which
are marked the spots where the cannon
balls struck Brattle street church.
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From the Home Journal.
Old Grave-Yards.
BY CHARLES QUAINT.
There is something about these old, full-
tenanted resting-places of the dead, that is
me irresistiMy attractive. It is, perhaps,
because so few others visit them, that I love
wander through their thickly settled
solitudes, making paths for myself fro.j
grave to grave, thraugb the rank weeds and
malted swad-grass; or, pausing at t sunken
mound, to Bit down before its head-stone,
hich itself is bowed and infirm with age,
and decipher the moss-filled inscription.
We love, indeed ani th.3 pleasure is,
perhapsriess sombre and more refined lo
walk thrpugh the smooth-bordered paths of
reenwood, where our los: friends are cared
for; and the thought of death is pleasanier,
when we think ot the shady plot that we
have hedged in and planted with rose-trees,
the abiding place of our deserted body
thereafter. We would not have the weeds
grow upon our mother's grave, nor lei a
father's moss-in crusted tombstone be a
monument of filial forgetfulness. Yet there
are grave yarde, full of such: every vilrage
as one. Even in those in wuicli rehued
and modern taste has laid out and adorned
new cemetery, the old grave-yard on the
hill is only the mure deserted aud given
over to decay.
It is when we are weary with wandering
through these stately cities of the dead, and
are sated with marble magnificence lor it
nly shows how unavailing are all our tf-
fors to fill the vacant iniche in our hearts
ith a representative of stone, or carve our
tonguelesj anguish upon tbe quarried block
-it is then that we find a relief in roving
rougfa these weedy .neglected pluces, where
the dead of long-ago repose. We look ai
the quaint carving, and wonder at the taste
those whose idea of au angel's face was
stony. We put our finger into the time
worn figures to trace the half-obliterated
late. The simple lines mat gnei lias
chiselled beneath for the natural expres
sion of sorrow is poetical in their un
familiar garb of capitals and antique ab-
reviations, toucH u as they would not elsu-
here.
We can all readily recall to mind such a
place as this. There is one not tar from
here, which has many interesting niemon-
ls, and has, 1 imagine, become wonted to
the sound of my foot-steps. It crowns an
eminence that overlooks tho beauiitul ex-
pans of the i appBn Sea.' Let us visit it,
you please. We migni easily overleap
he wall, for it cannot be higher than was
that of Romulus; but, mindful of the la
mentable result of Remus' want of rever
ence, we will remove the wooden stapls by
Inch the gate swings opea, and will go in
more.sedately. We may walk where jwe
ill; there are no nnger-posts to uireci us
long pebbled avenues, or warn us off the
. i t- . i. - t.
grass. Jjong anu rana. is me grosi, iur Uu
cvtbe baa known it; no impious raxe nas
ventured to disturb the fallen leaves.
We walk up to a curious pile of brick
and stone, which we find to be the ruins of
family vault of the last century. It is
roofless, and bricks lallen from tho edges of
the walls lie scattered about. The mortar
as seamed and (rumbled; moBs and lichens
to
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have crept up and found a home in the
crevices. In front, four inscription-stones
are embedded. They contain the names of
an ancient Dutch family one of the 'first
probably, whoss axe trenched for a home
upon the forest that once thickly skirted the
shores of tbe Hudson. One began his
youth at the same time with 'he last century,
and passed to his rest about the time that
tried men's souls. The next stoue is a
child's memorial. We gaze at it tenderly
it was a little child of five and think
how old it won Id have been had it lived till
now. end wonder if it ha? been growing old
in heaven. But 'what is most remarkable
about it, is a circular scar that defaces the
verses Leneath, and renders tht in illegible.
A friend, who is familiar with the history
f the place, assures us that it was
cinnJ hn . h.ll RrA . I!.,t,-.l.
sioned by a ball fired from a British sJo ip-
of-war, passing up the river in those troubl
ous days of old. XhU .extraordinary cir
cumstance sets us upon a new train of re
verie. Death battling against death! We
look down upon the river, calmly sleeping
in the setting sun, while the shadow fiom
the opposite headland slowly creeps towards
us over the waters. White-winged shits
go gently gliding up and down; and now a
swift-paced steamer rounds the point, and
her engine -strokes reverberate upon the air.
With the present scene in our view, we
think of the former days, when an enemy's
armed vessels were prowling around these
peaceful shores: or, farther still casting
back our imagination, we see the high
prowed ships of Heddrik Hudson lying at
anchor on the 'Tippaan Zee,' while the
wondering natives peer from the thickets,
and think tha Great Manitto has come to
visit them in his ocean-dwelling.
Dropping our reverie, and turning to the
third tablet, we find the name spelled differ
ently, by two letters, from the others. The
suspicion strikes us, that, in its piesent form
it dose not look so Dutch, after all. No-
matter: their ancestry now concerns them
little. An ocean may here have divided
them from their 4parent-land, but now they
nave reached the common bourne of all gen
eaations, where there shall be 'no more sea'
to separate at least let us hope that there
no 'great .gulf' fixed between any of the
members of this litt e family band.
As we turn ana trace our way onward
among the furrows for it is a furrowed field,
and that which is sown is but the seed of
future life some names of ancient fame
the settlement of 'New Amsterdam' and
its precincts greet our view. Here sleeps
the dust of the Van Tassels. Irving's his
toric pen has made the name familiar. We
think a moment, and pa.-s.on, reflecting h iw
the pride of birth is ever quenched in the
lowliness of death.
Here is a plain, time-worn slab,' with no
name upon it. Wh .sa may it be! Was it
bud that shrunk and dropped ere blossom
ing! or a full-blown flower that gave forth
its measure of perfume, and foldod its leaves
past maturity? We would question tbe
hoary memorial, but our answer would be at
least as indefinite as was that which Hamiel,
wnen engaged in the seme occupation as
uurseives.iccuiieu Hum rnedclvins; uexton:
"Hamlet What man dost thoa dig that grave for?
Clouu. tor no man. sir.
Huiiurt. What woman, then?
Vloun For none, iieiiher.
llaiuUt. Who is to buried in't?
Cloun. One that was a woman, sir, but, rest
her soul, she's dead."
The twilight shadows are falling and the
solemn stones the visible 'black spirits
white' of this chumel-fieU begin to
look dim and .ghostlike. We push a side
bushes that entangle our fiotsteps, and
make our way back to tbe entrance. When
have shut behind us the creaking gate,
seem to have shut in a strange, sacred
spot, upon itself, and have brought forth
with us a quiet pensivenoss of mind tthat
loves silence better than expression, while
the thoughts commune with one another.
We have brought, too, a little sprig of ever
green that grew over the grave ot one we
kuew. It is arbor vilce and how appro
priate and suggestive the enibleui! It re
minds us of an aphorism of one whose lu"rge
heart is in full sympathy with human kind
'Death! translated into the heavenly tongue,
that word means life.'
How little do we like to think of the
time, so inevitably to come upon us all,
when tee shall rest our limbs beneath a
coverlet of turf, and have 'a tombstone
growing above our head! It seems strange
us, when we are told that the mable as
tronomer in Greenwood, who, quardranl in
hand, is forever determining the altitude of
sun, is not the representative of one
whose days upon eaith are past and gone,
but that the living original, whose unusal
forethought so unostal that it would be
generally considered a whim or eccentric
fruak has caused it to be erected, is yet
hate and hearty. But why should we uo.
think of the future abiding-place of uur
body when we have done with :l? As we
plant maples and elms about our d veilings,
why not plant roses ar.d hawthorn and mi
guouneUe about our prospective narrow
home, and associate with it pleasant thoughts
spreading vines and budding flowers!
Then the gearing of the appointed hour
would bring with it less of diead; the pen
umbra of approaching dissolution would less
darken our souls. Then, methinks,
"If were not sad lo let I the he&rt
t .row passion less and ootd,
.Ana feel those loiiins lo depart,
Yhal clietjred the &nmtg ol old:,
'I n clasp the I. u ili winch looks on hi"-!i
Which tires the Ciinstii's dyin eye.
And makes the curtam loid
Tbat lulls UMn his wasting breast.
The duur that leads to emlK sn at.1"
Evening Stars. The larger Planets
now visible in the evening alter, tumset
Venus, Mars, Jupiter, and Saturn, Of
these, the three first mentioned are t'j oe
seen in the western sky, and the last in the
eastern. Vouus, the brightest of all, is now
little te the west of Jupiter, but appears
be approaching nearer and nearer to that
body on each succeeding evening. Her an
gular distance fioin Jupiter will be a mini
mum on the lllh instant, when she will go
the eastward, passing about .two degrees
the north of J-ipiter ; her motion will con
tinue to be direct until the 27th instant,
wben it will become retrograde ; her bril
liancy will increase and be at its maximum
degree only on tbe 4lh of April, at which
time it will begin to diminish until the 10th
May, when the planet, being then in her
inferior conjunction, will cease for a time
be the evening star, and passing through
tbat part of her orbit which is nearest to the
earth, will reappear in the east before sun
rise as the morning star. .Vafionaf Intel
ligtrtear. Scotch Cautiom. Hunch says that even
the Salmon in Scotland are imbued with
tho characteristic caution of the Scotch race
and always "look before they lean."
Gossip about Burr, Jefferson, Matthew
L. Davis, and Charles Dickens.
AARON BURR—H. W HE PRESIDED IN THE
SENATE.
In 1303 I witnessed the dignity, impar
tiality and winning grace w ith which Aaron
Burr presided in the Senate of the United
States during the trial of Judge Chaso, im
peached fir partiality and injustice towards
John Fries, indicted under the Alien and
Sedition Law.
HIS TRIAL AT RICHMOND.
I attended his trial at Richmond, when
he himself was indicted for treason. His
prominent counseller was Luther Marliu, of
Baltimore my father's lawyer, neighbor
and friend.
His daughter, Maria, afterwards celebrat
ed as Mrs. Richard Reyna.1 Keene; invited
my sister and lnyselt to dine with Col.
Burr. He was then living in a house stand
ing alone, around which was a patrol of
guards.
The dinner was superb, abounding in all
the luxuries which Virginia' generous soil
yields ia lavish abundance. Twenty ladies
and gentlemen, of rack, fortune and fashico,
graced the festive boarJ.
lie was deemed persecuted martyr.
Distress, in every form and shape, makes
an irresistable appeal to woman's sympathy;
her tears often woo for the suffering of the
criminal who expiates his crimes on the
gilbet.
HIS TENDERNESS FOR THE SEX.
On this occasion Burr's fascinating flat
teries were lavished indiscriminately on the
sex in gfnerii. Man be bad ever found
treacherous woman always true to sustain
him in adversity solacing in affliction, and
giving a charm to life, without which liie
itself was not worth possessing.
HIS REMOVAL TO PRISON.
The Grand Jury finding true bill, he
was forthwith removed to the Stale Prison.
There we folia wed him, he received us in
his nsual bland courteous manner, apologiz
ing for our being introduced into his bed
chamber, his drawing-room being then de
ranged by the fitting up of his ice house,
which was in fact in his chimney corner.
Iron grating prevented his egress, admitting
a free circulation of light and air. I felt
pride and took pleasure in being permitted
tj become his emanuensis. Bach day as I
rode a ong the streets my curricle was
freighted with cake, confectionery, flowers
redolent with per.ume, wreathed into fancy
bouquets of endless variety.
HIS TRIAL.
The trial was tedious and prolonged. I
traveled en to the borders of North Caro
lina, lingered for a white at the noble man
sion of Lidy Sk pwith. Oa my return, I
found the persevering Attorney General,
George Hay, fatigued worried.
"Would that I could only hang upon a
gate and have a littie negro to swing me to
and fro all day. The Law's delay the
.special jleodings of the Barits Jrjtiru'in
ab.'e contruversiee-have worn out and ex
hausted me. I shan't be able to bang Burr,
but will be content to hang myself on a
gate." Thus spoko George Hay, than whom
never lived a purer patriot or a more upright
conscientious man. His wife was a daught
er of James Monroe, the modest, retiring
President, and a worthy compeer of Jeffer
son and Madison. Praise is thus exhausted.
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HIS ACQUITTAL.
Burr was acquitted. He came to Balti
more, and was feasted by Luther Martin.
He rote irotn the dinner-table, threw open
the window, gratefully and gracefully bowed
to a volunteer company, in full feather,
commanded by CapL. Leonard Frail v, a band
of music cheered him with a lively air, and
he accepted gracefully the distinguished
honor conferred upon him. When my
friend Hughes touched h:s arm 'Colonel,'
said he, 'they are playiug the Rogue's
March, with charged bayonets. The win
dows were closed, the wine circulated, and
we calmly arrived at the conclusion tbat
Captain Fraily was a very otlicious volun
teer. of
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THE THREAT TO MOB HIM.
The 'next day, strolling down Market
street, arm in arm with my persecuted friend
Mr. Hughes overtook us. 'Colonel.' said
he, 'pass Light street without looking down
Fountain inn is surrounded by groups of
your admiring friends. Captain Fraily is
out of uniform to day, hot there is a gener
al desire manifested to give you a warm re
ception ia citizen'a clothes. You must
take your departure without further civil or
military honors being conferred upon you.'
With his accustomed celerity of action and
excellent judgment, the Colonel called a
hack and jumped into it.
'Colonel, my friend Harney will accom
pany you. You will have a pleasant drive
out to Herrjn's Rua. 1 will secure a seat
in the stage-coach, take charge of your
baggage, swop you for my friend Barney
bring him Lome, and send you on your way
to rejoice escaping being hustled by a Bal
timore mob.' '1 fear no mob,' the Colonel
ste.-nly replied, '1 have seen the cannon's
hostile flish have counted tbe b. is t ling
bayonets of the enemy and liold in con
tempt a lawless mob.'
This is all fine bravado,' said Hughes,
Barney and I have n desire to shoot down,
or be shot down bv our ie!lmv-ci:izens.
You may throwyuurowu liie auar, Colonel,
but this bright world has too many attrac
tions for us to throw away ours, in deletiJ
ing you, when a pleasant ride of half an
hour will save you from danger and restore
us to our affectionate parents.'
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HIS TREACHERY, ETC.
This was the last of Col. Burr. His vil
lainy, his treachery, his inlamous exposure
of confidential letters addressed to him by
the confiding sex, on wlv m he was lavish
ing praise, out induced by a n.ere gr atifica
tion of a puppy vanity to desire to throw
broadcast to '.he world their letters of civility
answer to his bewitching llut'e. ies lavish
ed upon them without stiut or measure.
The noble, honest, but povr Bla'.thew L.
Davis, his executor, received liain him while
living, trunks full of female correspondence,
by which Burr thought to make his (Davis)
fortune, but wbich were generously returned,
without fee or reward, to the grateful re
cipient.
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LOBBYING—AND MATTHEW L. DAVIS.
Lobbying (now an anoinly) was in full force
in those days. Several important bills had
passed the New York Legislature, and some
were so uncharitable aa to insinuate that
improper means had been restored to, aud
my ftiend Davis was. accused of being en
gaged iu bringing about this succctsiul is-iue.
A lady of rank and fashion condescended"
(and ladies rarely condescend to mingle !
anything out of their appropriate sphere
the limits of the domestic circle) to say
many hard things of my friend Davis. Ia
one instance, she went so far as to inilnoat
she could calmly see bim hung.
Davia went lo her door, rang the hell,
sent up bis name, and was promptly inawer
ed she was not and never would be at home
to Mr. Davis.
'Pray ask her,' raid he. :f she has hear4
from her husband at Niagara.' He was
forthwith invittd up stairs. Tha lady en
tered in trepidation and alarm. 'Has any
calamity happened to my beloved husband!
'This will explain all.' saya Davia, at tha
same time handing her a letter io her ewn
chirograpliy, addressed to Colonel Aaron
Burr. 'Goad heavens, sir,' said she, 'U
what purpose is this Jitter eeatined?' 'To
remain in your possession, madam, to ba
disposed ot by you at your own p'easure.
My kind friend,' exclaimed she, 'bow ran I
ever repay sich an act ot onparaiieiea
magnanimity!' 'Ever afterwards, said
Davis, 'she almost broke her neck ia extend .
ing her head out of the carriage window t
greet me as I passed.'
BURR IN DESTITUTION.
Subsequently comes poor Burr to destitu
tion, m Paris, where he supports himselr for
months by the sale of bts watch, his trink
ets, his clothing, and was finally induced to
make minute calculation of the minium feed
indispensible to sustain life ascertaining by
chemical experiment, that the saccharin
of euar yielded more nutriment at lea
price than ah? other substance. Coffee)
browned, but only half burnt, lasted longer
and was the cheapest stimulent that co14
animate an exhausted frame.
WAS BURR A TRAITOR?
I shall give a full chapter of 'the rise, prs-
gress and decline of thia eminently bad maa '
a soldier patriot traitor. Perhaps, tha
latter is a harsh 'word. 'Annexation was
not as much the order of the day as near
it was premature then to take possess!
of Texas.
Tbe pesr was nat ripe his treason aoa
sisted in plotting the annexation of Louei-
ana to Texas, where he might rule as Pre
sident of tbe iit'.Ie cenfaJf racy.
His horizon, hereafter, will include with-
n its radius Mexico, and wejara new leisar-
ly carrying out his mad desires.
Anecdote of Napoleon.
As Napoleon was riding oat, attended by
several officers, (I was one of the party.) w
rode past a forest where some woodmen
were cutting timber. Observing one of
them singing, the Emperor, with a smile.
turned to us, and said: "Observe tbat man,
who, though toiling Ltrd for h's daily bread.
eents to be quite happy." The woodman.
observing so many persons looking at him
made a respectful bow, and approached na to
nquire if we had lost our way! "No," said
the emperor ; "but tell me, my hoaeet man.
what makes you so cheerful! What may
you earn a day!" "inree tranrs, your
honor." "Three franca!" said tha Em-
peror ; "does that support you anJ yonr
family? Tell me bow you manage to do so."
"With pleasuri-, your honor, if you will
step a little Ibis way. With three, franca I
not only kjep my wife and family, but I
Iso rut inonev nut at interest, and pay off
my old debts." Explain yourself." Will
ingly, your honor. I keep my wife and
children I place money out at interest
by educating -be latter at school, and pay
my old debts by maintaining my aged father
and mother. S i you see vair honor, I mar
well be happy." ."Excellent man," said
Napo'ejn, "there is a Nipoleoa for you,
tossing him the money. "iL'.-ep what yoa
have now told me a secret. I am your Em
peror, and, cn pain of my displasure, I es
jpin you to XcU na one tilyow aava.anea .
my face at leasl a hundred times " "Sire,
shall be so. "Napoleon turned his horse's
head, and rejoined us. The same . evening, "
be appeared very thoughtful. General
isp asked him if anything unpleanant had
occurred that day? 'Na, said tha Empe
ror, '-but 1 met a man this morning who,
with three francs per day, told rh? he kept,
his family, placed aioney out at interest,,
paid off Lis old deb's. Gentlemen,
continued the Emperor, "you will plea.s m
much if any of you can tell me the zaeinin;
whit he said." All of us were anxious
please our monarch, and, knowing tbat
bad spoken to a woodmnn ia tha fore
noon, we rode off on the follow in morning.
and, having found the woodman, a-ked hist
he knew l whom lie had spoken on tha
previous day. The man said, "Yea I had
the honor of talking with the Emperor.
V hat did you bay to hiui?" 'Excuse me.
gentlemen, but 1 must not tail you." On
the party said, "I will e:ve vau 6:t
Napoleons to tell me." The man said, ''No,
dare not." "Yuu shall hive one hundred
you will oblige us," rejoined our cumpaa-
1 he woodman alter pa:.smz a minute;
two said. "Place the uuuey in my
bands, and I will tell yoa." We placed it
his bands, and after he h id carefully ex
amined every piece, he told us all that bad
transpired. We rode off, and, on our arri
val at tbe place, asked to be admitted to ike
Emperor, when we expounded his riddle.
Napoleon, pale with, anger, said: "Bring
woodman before me, dead or alive!
was scon ;'ound, Si usher ;d into to pre
seuce of bis angry monarch. "Sirrah, ho-tr
have you dared lo brea't your promise with
me!" "Sire," said the wo duian, wit!
great composure. -I hive n-1 disobeyed your
commands." "How, slave!" said Napoleon,
"dare yuu tell me a lie! "Sire," said tla
woodman, " ou told me I should tell no oca
until 1 had seen your face une hundred
times." Then, ptKting Ms hands eiiberate
into his pocket, he laid the pieces ot mon
ey, ore by one, belore the Emperor. wilH
leads upward "There, s:r, continue1
"hate 1 i ot seen vur !ace vr.e hundred
limes!" . a poleon burst into a 1oj4 hi of
laughter, gave him a slip in the face, cl el
a clever feiio.v, anJ miJe tinn a captaia
artillery, where Iia proved hui..-e!i deserv
ing of his good lor:une.
From Liberia.
An arrival at New Yoik bria. n da:
from Uoiiruvia, Liberia, to the I t o De
cember. Presideu'. laa.aso.1 had e:il in hi
rvessaj;e o the Legislature, .and it
genarally regirded as sa ialac!ory. Tb
revenue of l Ik- iai fiscal tear i xceciied that
the priced. u jear about tf nty-Sve per
cent., but nevei'Loless fell s-ho.t of the re
quiremen'.s vf Uoverumeut, the total re
ceipts batiag been $tj,644.ag.nnsl disburse
ments to the exteut of ti9 JVJ. As laes
disbursements, however, in. lode for
purchase of a Pre-iidenl's iiarion, to b
for by annunl i lUi'm 'n of 81,000 tbs
execs uf ixpetiditure is sc uaiiy only
about 3.000. Alluaiou is inide in tb ntes
ssge to the arrival ia June lt of Dr. J. Z.
FoRlttr with a roiuwision aa Unite J
Stales Commeici il Agent ! .Monrovia.
The Rev. Jons Sits, the S.io-ci.l Agent of
Coloii.xaiiou Society. a prosecuting
his'labors, bmin start. d a scjoI lime M
Grand Basin. His reports were favorable
the Si. Paul' ngion, and h thought h
should succeed iu finding a good site lor tha
proposed interior settlement-
02rMrs. Quigg, isjourhushanda Knw
Nothing''
' I lu-.'si s . for l e lU m ? this morning
thai somebody had breu nuking a faol f
him.'"

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