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Ttt s ft blttsr winter, vt'ba Jenny wu tour years old -Ai 1 lived In louely farm-house ;nt-r, ftod long, and cold I Tb" frof hmd ben ft failure Ja tf bars there wu room to ipere, AuJ .Tenny'a hard-worked lather wi ml of amlous cars. Neither his wife nor children Bnew lack of fir or bread : f They bl whatever waa needtul. Were abeltered and clothed ftod fed. But the mother, alaa ! was ailing Tu a atrugtfle Just to live; And they scare had even hopeful word! Or ofcrful ainiles to give. A rood, kUitl man wm the father, lie lowd bin girls and boy a, Btit be tute hands are hU nchet IJu little far gift and toy. 80 v fcen it drew DMr the season Tbat tuakea the world ao glas WT-i-u J-iny knew twaa time for gifts ii chUdwh he ai t was aad, Tor tie thought, " I shall gi t no present U'lim Ciirmtnia coince, I am sure ;" Ai ! the poor man's cb.ld learn early Jut what it means to be poor, Yrt etlf 1 00 tlie Loir even, Af Khe sat by the hoartluttotie bright, Aiul her siHter told Roixl stone, Her heart grew almost light For the hopefnt skies of childhood Art never quit o'ercaet, Ai;rt she said, "Who knows but somehow Keinertilng will come at last 1" 80 before t4ie went to her pillow Her pretty etockiiiK were tied Sately twther and tUly hung Clope to the chimney-side. Tht-r was litUe room for hoping, One would say who had lived more years ; Y(rt the faitii of the child is wiser boiaeiiiues titan our doubts and fears. Jenny tud a good little sister, Very big to her childish eyes. Who wu womanly, sweet and patient, Ard kiud as she win wise. And she had thoufilit of this Christmas Afcd Ota btUe it uonld brlnff, F.v: sitjre ttio crops were half destroyed, ty the freshet in the spring. Ho the sweetest nuts of the autumn Shi' had safely hidden away, And rhe ripest and reddest apples Hoartlwl for many a day. And at Wist stie miul some seed-cakes (Jmny wus sleeping then). And nulled them grutexquely, Lfte birds, and iteasts, and men. l.eo sis? lippel them into the stockings, And taniifvd to think about Tr.e jovrftil wonder of her pet W"fc u stM3 found and poured tticm out! And you eouldn't have seen next morning A K'atkler child In the land Than OUat humila farmer's daughter, Vlit her simple gilts in her hand. And tbr loving ulster? Ah, you know How blessed tis to give ; Avd tbey that think ot others most Are tbe happiest foils that live 1 Si:e Lad done what she could, my children, To bntfitea the Christmas day, Arl wtMfiher her heart or J cony's Was tightest, 'tis hard to say. Ami tics, if yuu have but little, is v tt I would say to you Mske at you can of that littl, to H ttie good you can do. Ard thot:qb your gifts may be lmmbl?, L no little child, I pray, Find only an empty htocking On the morn of Una Cdhstmas day ! T; j!sri and years sluce that sister Went to dwell with the just ; A,.!1 over her body the roses Blossom and tarn to dust. Aad .Vnny's a happy woraao, Witti wealth enough and to spire, AlA every year her lap la tilled Wild presents rich and rare. lint vfieoevcr she thanks the givers IX favnrs great and small. She thinks of ttie dear UttI sister Vrt.o gav her more than thev all. FIUWEK OF THE DAISY. I. It iv.is just a week before Christmas, an J, perched oa his three-legged stool, 1a Uig counting-room of the great house 01 wurthuigton urothers, old Joe Dar ling, rne Kaicient bookkeeper of the firm, wan JacisbJQg Lis Saturday night a en tries. While th-us engaged, a hand was laid oa hv hhoiJder, and, turning his head. ho hrw his old gray-haired employer, the : , l ii. a 1 1 1 . nun? rxij iritwjr vi vue arm, oesiue mm the Lwt time, my old friend.' mill- fhe merclmnt, pointincr to the ledger; " the news this evening decides i:..' TT-l IL.' 1 vtryiuin. uoiem someinmg Happens before the first of Jouuary, Worthington ftrothers tcuat close doors and wind up Old Joe started as he listened to those uielanehoty words, aud a tremor ran thrown him. 4 Don't say that 1 don't say that Mr. Worthington I M ho exclaimed. And he dabbed his bald forehead with his old bandanna handkerchief aa he spoke. Don't My that Worthington Brothers will Nrapecd payment, sir. ' Worse than that, Joe," returned the 'old merchant, with a heavy sigh. "I see no hope of resuming. The great failures in Europe have hopelessly in volved us so that " he stopped with a gloomy expression in his eyes " po that, on or before the first of January," lie auaeu ; tne nouse will close its doorp. I could bear that; but, when I think that the name of Worthington Hrothers will be dishonored " There the old merchant broke down. Joe Darliag seized hLi hand, and cried, in a trembling voice: "Don't, don't I" dou't say that, eir I Don't use that word 'dishonored!' It is not so bad I" 'Iiiiin! ruin I utter niin I" groaned the merchant. "No, lo; not ruia! See here, sir. I I yoi se?, I liave savetl a little " Ati'c oVi Joe drew from his pocket bik, with unsteady handa, certificates of ti:rfk'..3-t in various hanks. " Tul. it, sir ! It wns made iii your servic' ! i-onestly made there'a not a dirfy Kfcilt.cg in it, sir. It is yoms aod-" IU- il r::;ttho papers into the mer chant'; iir.d. But Mr. Worthington pufli:d 'ui-iu back. "No, old friend," said the mer chaut, suhing deeply, but speaking iu i voice of resignation "no, that is not the way Worthiugton Broth ers do business. If we fail, it shall be honestly alone after hon-orabk- ( xertion. We will not drag down our fnendR, and you, Joe, our oldest and hest No, the house has kept faith and honor for fifty years. If ruin comes wo will go down Moue. It is not our fault. 1 will do my duty and trust in God, Joe, to the end." As he epoke the old merchant went to Ins cafe and took out a roll of bank notes. Then ho direotM employes to bo sent for, and paid them il up io tbo eud of the then present week. He had a kind word for each, and aa inquiry about every man's family or concerns ; and then he turned to his desk. But the men did not go. "What are you waiting for, my friends t Can I assist you in any man ner V asked the old merchant. "If you please, air," aaid the fore most of the party, "we would like to leave our money in your hands. Eh T And the speaker turnod toward hia companions, who uttered a hoarse mur mur of assent. "Leave your money in my hands? said the merchant. .Tnt v sir." was the reply. " We hear tell how times are hard with Worth ington Brothers, and the house in diffi culties. Now we don't want our money u wf. Mr. Worthincrton. Eh! Do vnu ?" And he looked toward those in the rear. Another growl of assent replied. "All which.' the spokesman added, " coes to show, eir, that we are not in want. Keep tne money, lur, oruung ton." The merchant gazed, with deep emo tion, at the rough, honest faces. Thanks, thanks, my kind friends!' h said. "This croof of vour friend ship touches me deeply "but I cannot accept your otler. oucn a small sum, besides, would be of little service. No, no ! keep it, and may God bless you and yours ! The employes retired on this, not dar ing, it seemed, to intrude further on the head of tho nouse. "Father in Heaven, I thank Thee ! murmured the merchant, and, turning away, he picked up the evening paper to hide his emotion. As his eyes fell upon it, a paragraph attracted his atten tion. It announced the failure of the bank in which the savings of his old bookkeeper had been deposited. With a sigh he handed it to Joe Dar ling and said : "I deeply regret this, my old friend. My ruin was enough. Old Joe read the announcement with a sinking heart, and echoed the sigh of his old friend. "The Lord's will be done, sir!" he said, "you ought to have all but I am now penniless. Tour trouble is greater than mine. Any letters, sir, by to-night's mail ? Any resources or important in telligence? "No resources, Joe, and bad news almost worse than all. "Worse, sir?" "Yes, yes. You remember my son CJharlev : of course vou remember him. l'ou know he went about two years since to live with an Xandt & Co., at Ant werp?" " Yes, sir. What of him ? Don't tell me ho is not dead, sir V " No that pong is spared mo, but I havo had very bad news of Charley, my old friend. I wrote recently, announc ing our situation, and recommending his return, and Messrs. Van Zandt ic Co. replied that he left them nearly a year ago. "Left them?" "Yes, yes. He had fallen into evil courses and they reprimanded him when he went off, no one knew whither. Letters were written to me by the house, 1... It L 1 i 2- J .L uut mev must uuve nucurneu. Hom ing has since been hoard of Charley. I fear he has taken to more evil ways still. He may be dead, indeed! Unhappy that I am ! All connected with me seem to turn out badly!" The merchaut uttered a groan. Old Joe looked at him with deep commisera tion. " I am more unfortunate than you are, Mr. Worthington," hs said, in a low tone, "I had a son a noble bov he is dead, sir ! You knew my Edmund ! He was so handsome, so spirited, so bold; and he was lost at sea ! ne was on a whaler tho ship foundered, and the crew were lost. My poor Edmund! We are truly unfortunate fathers, sir!" There the conversation ended, and the merchant and book-keeper separated. Through the following week untiring efforts were made to collect the re sources of Worthington Brothers. But slirrht success crowned the merchant's efforts to rescue the house. Friends of past years seemed to have gjown cold, and regretted their inability to render asHistaiice; and it was only by great sac rifices that the house sucoeeded in mak ing all its payments up to Christmas day. In this, however, the firm suc ceeded, and as Mr. Worthinsrton locked his safe, and nut on his hat. he drew a long breath of relief. Then, taking his oiu DooK-keepers arm, ne went home with a thankful heart, and. as thev sep arated at the corner, he murmured : " Let us keep a cood heart vet old friond." II. Christmas morninor. and the snow was falling and the wind whirling it around like mad. A thousand cnblins seemed laughing and turning somersaults and hailing each other as they sported round the gables and whistled throuo1 the kev- holes and chimneys, wUd with mirth at tne ccoing 01 Christmas, and old Joe Darling's small house, in a remote street of the great city, seemed especially hon ored by tho hobcroblius. who shook tho windows until they rattled again. A great fire was burning and tu? breakfast-table was set, and old Joe was rubbing his hands in front of the blaz9 and looking out of the window, when a voico behind him, with a rush of laugh ter in it and sounding like a silver boll, exclaimed: " Christmas gift, father, dear. I have caught you." Old Joe turned around. As he did so a pair of rosy lips presced his cheek and two arms clung about his neck, belong ing to a little fairy of 17. "hy, you look like a sunbeam. Daisy," ho said. And indeed the face resembled one so brilliant was ths light of her eyes. Daisy wiu small, with a neat, cosy fig ure, in a nlain. but pretty dress: and you saw at a glance that this was one of those little-fingered fairies, who aro the blessings of the homes in which they rule. The father smilod, and fondly passed his hand over her hair. As he looked at her he thought of his well-nigh penni less condition and heaved a sigh. " Poor little lady-bird ! I have noth ing for you !" ho said, sighing again. Bat Daisy did not seem to regard the circumstances as at all depressing. On the contrary her face glowed, and, turn ing her bright face toward one aide, sho w'.iispered : "I've got a Christmas gift for you, father dear." . "Have you! Now, you ?e gone and worked your little fingers to the bone. It's a cravat, or" "No, indeed, I've done nothing of the sort that is not your present." Tho rush of joyous laughter iu the girl's voice nearly drowned her words. She seemed overflowing with some se cret. Their talk was interrupted, how ever, by the appearance of Mother Dar liig and her flock, with old Uncle John, looking wise and secretive. Daisy had procured, somewhere, tho handsomest Christmas tree imaginable a bushy cedar, full of light blue berries, and, having returned from church, whither she went dutifully with the rest, she proceeded with tho aid of Undo John, her prime friend and favor ite, to deck the wondrous tree with its brilliant ornaments. As evening drew on it was finished, and erected on the sideboard its paper baskets, and pres ents, and tapers making it a magical spectacle to the young Darlings, who gazed at it with open-eyed wonder. Then the Christmas dinner appealed and riveted all eyes. The great roast turkey, and rouDd of beef, and flank ing side-dishes aroused wild enthusiasm in the young ones. Old Joe devoutly naid grace, and the youthful members of the Darling family, chirping like a flock of birds, called each other's attention to the splendid banquet. All sat down. Old Joe looked around. "There's one seat too many," he said. " I set it there, brother." said Uncle John, tranquilly. " For whom, brother ? " Have you in vited some friend ? " "No, brother, I thought of our Ed mund." The old book-keeper looked wistfully at his brother, and then went and held out his hand to him. " Thank you, brother," he said in a low voice, returning to his seat. When the first pang had passed, it seemed a satisfaction to old Joe to gaze at the vacant chair, mid to think of his son being present and enjoying thoir happiness. And when, at last, their dessert came and tho wine was poured out, tho old maa looked toward the va cant chair as he raised the glass to his lips. Suddenly the voice of Daisy rang out, half choked with laughter : " Why, we are forgetting our tree I " she cried ; " we are really losing sight of our tree, uncle, dear. Did anybody ever ' And, not waiting for " anybody" to reply, .Daisy started up, and, assisted by Uncle John, bore the magical cedar in its neat box covered with evorgreens to tho'center of the table. Night had now come, and the tapers on the tree were lit. As the fairy spec tacle of maDy-colored baskets, candy cornucopias, and the presents of needle work and books and garlands flashed forth in the mellow light of the tapers, the young Darlings uttered a suppressed cheer, and " ret," in curls and pmarore, made a desperate attempt to climb upon the board and carry the prize at the point of his baby spoon. "No, Pet," cried Daisy, "wait till sister gives you yours ! But first, Uncle John is going to tell a beautiful etory I Will you listen, father dear, and mother ? It is lovely." The laughter in the voice made all look at Daisy. Why did the child's cheeks flush so, and why that dazzling light in her eyes ? But now Uncle John riveted every body's attention. For the moment he was the center of excited interest for the whole Darling family. He seemed to leei tne responsibility resting upon mm. He reflected for a moment smiled dreamily; thrummed on tho table then began : "The tale I am going to relate, ray dear young friends," said Uncle John, " I must inform you, is strictly true in every particular. It was written down by the lung of tho Genii, and then caught up in the beak of a great bird called a roc and the Pnnco Camaralza man, having been shipwrecked on a desert island where the bird came to feed, killed the roc, and the story has been in tho palace of Bagdad, where the prince lived, ever since. At his commencement, tho young Dar lings exhibited an astounding interest. As to Pet, his excitement was beyond the power of words. His eyes resem bled two saucers his mouth opened to its utmost width and, in the excess of his attention, he very nearly swallowed t I - 1 1 . . .! uis Daoy-spoon. i o one looaeu at uaisy. With one hand shading her eyes from the light, and the other placed upon her breast, she looked at Uncle John, or furtively toward her father. Uncle John continued: "Having told you, my dear children. how the story came to be known, I will next proceed to relate it for your enter tainment " There once lived in the city of Bag dad an old merchant whose name was Barilzao. which, being interpreted is Worthy Man. Abou-ben-darling not ud like the name of our own family served the good merchant Barilzac, whose car avans brought to Bagdad all the treas ures of the East. But misfortune came. The caravans were overwhelmed in the sands of the desert. The moment was near when Barilzac would probably be compelled to strew dust upou his head and wander through the streets of Bag dad, crying, 4 Barilzac, tho merchant, is ruined !' "This happened," continued Uncle John, "just before the great fostivity which comes en the twenty-fifth day of the month of Snows. Abou-ben darling came home that clay, thinking of the misfortunes of his patron, and also of tho great suffering of hia own for all of us must suffer, my children. His only son had been lost at sea, and the heart of Abou-ben-dar ling was sad. He returned to hold the festivity of tho cedar-tree, but his heart felt heavy. 'Abou-bon-darling is miserable I' ho said; 'there is no man more miser able t " As he thus spoke, his daughter Par ibanou approivched him. The name of Paribanou, my children, signifies the Flawer of the Daisy. She came now to Abou-ben-darling,! and, kissing him in the Eastern fashion, said: 0, fathejr dear I O Abou-ben-darling I do not despair 1 Behold the foast is set, and the holy cedar-tree biases; tho tapers therein shine like stars, and many gifts hang down from the branches of the wondrous tree!"' Here Pet suddenly burst forth. "Why, it' like our tree !" he cried; only he left out the r in " tree." "Silence, Pet I do not interrupt!" said Uncle John. "I continue: Abou-ben-darling sighed when his darling thus spoke. " Truly, Flower of the Daisy he said, thy cedar tree shines ; but ray heart is dark, and there is no gift there for me " There is a gift for our father, said Paribanou, or Flower of the Daisy; and, as she spoke, there was a curious hidden laughter in her voice. ' There is a gift that our father will value more than all else a package with his name on it from a distant land !' " They did not look at Daisy, who was trembling, and whose hand scarce pos sessed strength to draw a letter from her bosom. Undo John continued. " And Abou-ben-darling said: 'Where is this package, my cluld!' to which the Flower of the Daisy replied : " Father dear, it is here ! See, I tako it frcm the boughs of the holy cedar tree, and give it to you 1' " As Uncle John uttered the words, Daisy sprang forward with tho letter in her hand. "Here it is, father dear !" she cried, bursting into tears and laughter. "It nearly killed me not to tell you I Oh, take it, tako it! Our Edmund is not dead!" And throwing her arms around old Joe's neck sho sobbed upon his bosom, while, with eyes full of wonder, he read the letter from his son. Ao he read on, he seemed to doubt whether he was reading a real letter. His eyes closed ; he uttered a sigh and would have fainted had not Uncle John caught him in his arms. The letter was written to Daisy by her brother Edmund. He had been picked up in the Pacific and carried to tho Mouth Seas by a trading vessel; thence he had worked his way to California, en countered Charles Worthington roaming about in tho gold regions they had speculated there and made great for tunes, and were coming home on the next steamer. That was the letter. As Joe grew faint, Pet suddenly ran behind his mother's apron, uttering an appalling scream. At tke door stood a tall young man with a ferocious beard. " How are yoju, father and mother, and Daisy?" They ran into his arms, uttering cries and sobs. The sailor was home again, never to leave them more; and, as Daisy rested in her dear brother's arms with her rosy cheek upon his breast, she said, laughing and crying: "Father, dear, how do you like your Christmas gift?" The windows shook as she spoke. It was, doubtless, the merry goblins, highly pleased with themselvos and evorybody else ; and the hely night tho happy, blessed night went on its way full of joy and gratitude. A year afterward, strange to say, Christmas came again, and saw tho house of Worthington Brothers pros perous, and old Joe happy, and Charles the husband of tho Flower of the Daisy. And again the cedar tree was lit and spread around its cheerful light, and the loud wind laughed, and the merry gob lins seemed to shout : " A merry, merry Christmas !' A Hunter Killed by Panthers. A most remarkable circumstance is chronicled in Hamilton, Madison coun ty, the truth of which has been vouched for by reliable parties. In the wilder ness of this county there lived a sturdy countryman named John Dunning, with his family, in a rude hut of his own con struction. One day early last week Dunning saw a bear passing near his home, whereupon he immediately pre pared himself with a rifle and hunting knife, and, with his dog, started in pur suit of Brum. Night came on and he did not return. His wife, becoming alarmed at his absence, sent to a neigh boring settlement and enlisted the aid of a couple of men, who plunged into the wilderness to discover the missing man. After a mast fatiguing search, lasting several hours, thoy came upon the mangled remains of Dunning and his dog, while near them lay three dead E anthers. Two of them, young ones, ore marks of having been shot by Dun ning, while the mother met her death while fighting Dunning, who had plunged his hunting-knife into her vital partfl, where it was found by the search ers. Dunning, while following the bear, had probably been intercepted by these more voracious animals, and met his death while protecting his pet son from tho gnashing jaws of the mother, whoso young ones he had slain. Elmira (N. Y.) Advertiser. The Potato Bug. The London Spectator warns the British farmer that the potato bug is coming, and must be killed in the fields, and not on shipboard. In the field the eggs and the grubs are to be found, and it is these which must be destroyed if the potato is to be saved. "If he comes in any force," it says, " that will proba bly treble, or more than treble the ordi nary labor spent on tho potato crop, and we should soon have potatoes at a very high price. However, we may be thank ful that he is visible at all. What is to prevent the invasion of an equally de structive animalcule, which, without a microscope, would be invisible in which case, since we cannot nut our potato fields under the microscope, we should be simply helpless?" L. W. NKATnxntdif was noinc In bi ranch on the Cibolo. in AtsmwviA mnntr. and W. H. Slaughter and soveral others hovo in sight and began to play Indian, just for fun. He took them for Indians ana naitea and tied his team, and tak ing ambuscade waited ths approach to within Spencer rifle range. The bravest warrior dashed ahead of his fellows, and Neatherlin drew a bead on him and shot him through. Galveston Kcws. SiNoa Like a Bird. Tho delightful affecta of thia now principle. Dr. J. IL Mc Lean a ixmgu and Lung Heading Globule. As the aaliYfc in the mouUt acta on the Globule a gM la generated which eoothee and heals irri tation of the throat aad langs, makes the Toioe clear m a bird, euree lioaraeneea. Coughs, Colds, and Commmptiou. Trial Doxee. by maU, 25 cts. Dt. J. U. McLtaa. 311 Chestnut, Ob IMUl. Christmas Festi Titles. tnm of decking the AUD WU-tUWM v houses and churches at Christmas with evergreen is derived from ancient iruia practices. It was an old belief that sylvan spirits might flock to the ever greens, and remain unnipped by frost till a milder season. The holly, iry, rosemary, bay, laurel and mistletoe f ur nished the favorite trimming3, which were not removed till Candlemas. In old church calendars Christmas eve is marked Templa exornantur (the temples are adorned). Holly and ivy still re main in England and most esteemed Christmas evergreens, though at the two universities tho windows of the college chapels are decked with laurel. . It was an old English superstition that on Christmas eve the oxen were always found on their knees, aa in an attitnde of devotion, and that after the change from old to new style, they con tinued to do this only on the eve of old Christmas day. This was derived from a prevalent mediieval notion that an ox and an ass, which were prosent at the nativity, fell on their knees In a suppli ant posture, as appears from the Latin poem of "Sannazaro," in the sixteenth century. It was an ancient tradition, alluded to by Shakspeare, that midnight spirits forsake tho earth and go to their own confines at the crowing of the cook. The Christmas celebrations in England luive lost their primitive boisterous character, the gambols and carols are nearly gone by, and family reunions and evergreen trimmings are nearly all that remain of the. various rough merriments which used to mark the festival. The last memorable appointment of a lord of misrule was in 1627, when ho hid to be denominated " a grand captaine of mis chiefe." Applcton's American Cyclo paedia. The Law ef the Case. For the convenience of those who may desire to refer to them, we republish the provisions of the constitution and the United States statute upon the counting of the electoral vote: Tho Electors shall meet in their re spective States, and vote by ballot for President and Vice President, . . and they shall make distinct lists of all persons voted for as President, and of all persons voted for as Vice President, and of the number of votes for each; which lists they shall sign and certify, and transfer sealed to the seat of the Government of the United States, di rected to the President of the Senate; the President of the Senate shall, in the presence of the Senate and House of Representatives, open all the certificates and the vote shall then be counted; tho person having the greatest number of votes xor I'resiaeni snail oe tne presi dent, if such number shall be a majority ofj the whole number of electors ap pointed, etc. Constitution, Amend ment. Art. Xir. Congress shall be in session on the second Wednesday in February succeeding every meeting of the Electors, and the certificates, or so many of them as have been received, shall then be opened, the votes counted, and the persons to fill the offices of Pres ident and Vice President ascertained and declared, agreeable to the constitu tion. Laws of the United States, Act of March 1, 171)2. The Mroftihopper Pest. The people of Colorado are studying the habits of the grasshopper with great interest, since the more they learn of the troublesome insect tho better able they are to proviue iieienBes against its uepre dations. It is found that when it is known precisely what regions aro occu pied in the summer with the egg-laying insects, larmers in other regions can calculate with terrible accuracy whether or no they are likely to be visited by the pesis in tne ioiiowing season, ana n so, at about what time in the year ; and thus iorewarneu, tney can so time ineir plant ing as to forestall damage to their crops-' For instance, there were grasshoppers in Colorado last summer, and doubtless there will be plenty of young ones there in tho spring, which some other country will got in the fall, when thev take wing. Therefore, the Denver News advises the farmers of Southern Kansas, the Indian Territory, South western Missouri and Texas to plant early in tho spring, and mainly crops that will be harvested by the 20th of July, as any or all of these localities are likely to roceive attention from Col orado s product of grasshoppers next season. A Lively Corpse. The Pine Bluff (Ark.) Pre says: " A prominent lawyer and politician of Pine Bluff, Uol. M Uehee, after a short illness last week, died, and his sorrow ing family and friends in anguish and grief saw his eye-lids closed, as they supposed, forever. He was to be in terred in a metallic case after the usual time. His funeral was about to take place, when, on the second night of his supposed death, after near thirty hours, the watchers over his supposed remains were surprised and horrified by seeing the glass casing of tho coffin broken open, and the appearance of tho corpse's head thrust through the aper ture. The Colonel spoke to know 4 what the'devil they were trying to do?' It is unnecessary to state that ho was soon relievod from his uncomfortable situa tion, and at last accounts he was in a fair way of recovery, and is no doubt worth many dead men yet." Death Did Sot Tart Them. Says tho Fort Worth (Texas) Demo crat : "Mr. Wm. Walker, a farmer re sidinor in Tarrant county, fifteen miles northwest of here, on the Trinity river, discovered two large buca deer witnin half a mile of his farm, on the open prairie, with their antlers securely locked together. He walked up to them, and with the aid of his dogs sucoeeded soon in exhausting the infuriated animals. who, front appearances, had probably ueen ngnung xor nours. j.aujg pocket-knife, he cautiou. approached them, and was successful in cutting a deep gash in the neck of one, from which he soon bled to death, lhe other was easi'y dispatched. The antlers of both vera taken off. and so completely were they wedged together that it is impossi ble to separate them, trae was o ana tho other 6 years old. Tux race for ostrich feathers is said to be just as great among the savages of Africa and Australia as it is among women of dvilized countries. A MODEL MAIDEN. . f ' TU sot alone that aba J fair, ' And hath a wealth of golden hair; 'lia not that aba can play and elac. To chana a ertUo or a king ; TU no tbat ahe U ftentle, kiod. And weare no chorion nue behind. Nor blb-heeUd boot, nor coree laced To ahow her alenderneaa of waiat ; Tia not thai aha can talk with eaae. On wU-ulh any tbema you pleaae ; Tla not that iha nan row, and ride. And do a doren thing beaida ; Tba reaaona why 1 love Mia Brown f ihat aba never weara a frown. Ne'er eulk. or pouta. or mo pea, or freti, Or f uaaea about tylea " or " eeta," Ne'er nuraea lapdoKe by the fire, Nor Wda her t rienda ber charms admire, Na'er beta upon the Derby day. And when aha'a loat omita to par t Uy bonnets doea not bound her talk. And la not indlapoaed to walk ; Ne'er bullies her mall brotbera. nor Katee ma their ehildih games a bore ; With pigments ne'er bor cheek d6Jes, Nor practice eoqnettlah wiles i Needs not a maid to pack her Doings, Nor plaguea papa for diamoud rings ; On bucuit la content to lunch ; Loves Sbakupeare, Milton, Pope, asvd Punch, Never deaoeuds to vulprir alsng. And ne'er was known the door to bang I launch. mmmmmmm Wit and Humor. The third river in Scotland is the Forth. Capital wanted: Constantinople for the Hussions. Adam Smith said: " Man is an animal that makes bar-gains. " So does whisky. The Polish hiptorian, Bielowski, is dead above-sky at last, we may believe. Worcester Press. Shakspeare in horticulture "That which we cauliflower by any other name would smell as sweet." A paper says that Sergeant Bates has written his name immortally. Yes, he is a sort of indelible incubus. "Matilda, I am young and rich. I can make you supremely happy." "You can, George, by leaving me forever." He went his way. If you are going to educate your son for the life insurance business, you must instill in his mind that modesty is not the best policy. Yonkers Gazette. " Do men," asks an exchange, "at tempt to gather grapes of thorns ?" We should say not, unless the night hap pens to be unusually dark. Worcester Press. " I'd have you to recollect that I am Mr. Falls, of Dungannon." The answer was ready: "I don't care if you are Mr. Falls of Niagara, you shan't ride over my hounds." "George, dear, don't you think it rather extravagant of you to eat butter with that delicious jam ? " " No, love economical ! Same piece of bread does for both ! " By the way, that's a good charade " My first (syllable) is company; my sec ond shuns company; my third calls com pany; and my whole entertains compa ny." Give it up? Why, co-nun-urum, of course. New York Graphic. " Look, love," he exclaimed, " only $15 for a suit of clothes!" "Is it a wedding suit?" she asked, looking naively at her lover. "Oh no," he replied; "it's only a business suit." " Well, I meant business," she replied. ' M. Colomuies, a merchant of Paris, recently deceased, has left $0,000 to a lady of Rouen for having, twenty years ago, refused to marry him, "through which," says the will, "I was enabled to live independently and happily as a bachelor." "You look bored," said Mrs. Ma goffin to her domestic husband, as he stamped into tho house and flung him self wearily into chair. "And so I am," he replied, "bulletin board." (Terrific applause and cries of " more.") Hawk-Eye. They have arrested a bigamist for lit erally hacking his second wife into mince-meat. He admits everything. "Miserable and sanguinary offender 1" says the Judge, sternly, "of what were you thinking when you butchered your unfortunate wife?" "I was thinking that if the other one had bon there I'd have made myself a complete widower while I was about it." Conversation near the marriage li cense clerk's desk, between a clergyman who had come to make a marriage re turn and a iLiddlo-aged man waiting to see one of the clerks. Clergyman : "Good morning, my friend ; where is that pair of boots you promised to make me instead of the fee which you had not the money to pay when I married you?" " Oh, I'll make them the th;st ' chance I get ; but I'll make two pairs u you n unmarry me again." The Graphic's poet thus records the death of a family oi newspaper borrow ers, who contracted small-pox and other diseases from their neighbor's journal : A doting wifs and fond papa, Seven brave and Intellectual soon. Thirteen fair daughters, pure as ntios, And two delightful motbere-lo-law, r our beauteous aunts, one cousin (male), HU nieces and three nephews (flats), One poll and nine meloAlom cjUs Not one remained to tell the tale ! The Citizen Soldier relates the fol lowing: Notwithstanding the reports to the contrary, many of our militia do attend divine service, and some are de vout worshipers, as many know ; but last Sunday ex-Major L attended church in this city, and having been up pretty iato the night be fore at the annual reunion of his old regiment, ho fell asleep, and when tho passer round of the contribution box nudged him, he partially awoke, smiled and murmured, "1 don t smoke, thank you. and drop ped off again. The Greenback Vote, The returns of the vote for the Cooper and Cary electoral ticket in the late election aro incomplete. Our record is thus far as follows : Arkaueaft 211iNebrVa 2.HOO Connecticut 774!Xew Hampehtre.... 31 Illinois 17,1091 New Jornoy 712 Indiana...., 8.ft;J3l New York 1.9H7 Iowa ,0lOhJo 3,oa7 Maine W.TPenonvlrania 7,704 Michigan 9,0Co' Weat Virginia 1,373 Minnesota 2,38!: Wisconsin 2,045 Miseotiri 8,4WJ Total 71,430 Fan Ended by a Fatal Ballet. L. W. Neatherlin was coiner to his rancho on tho Cibolo. in Atascosa county, and W. n. Slaughter and. sev eral others hove in sight and began to play Indian, just for fun. He took them tor Indians, and halted and tied his team, and taking ambuscade awaited the approach to within Spenoor rifle range. The bravest warrior dashed ahead of his fellows, and Neatherlin drow a bead on him and shot him through. Galveston lex as) news. i