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I i gr mh 1 S)"V NOT AS I WILL. ElinJTolded and alone I stand, Witfa unknown thresholds on each hand lSie darkness deepens as I grope Afraid to tear, afraid to hope, "tfefc this oue thing I Uarn to know rfj Each day more siuely as I so, W%, That doors open, ways are made, & Burdens are lifted or are laid n*jr some great law unseen and still $?afatheHied purpose to lulnll, "Not as I will." f7 i^y/, vth" Blindfolded and alone I wait IiOss seems too bitter, gain too late Too heavy burdens in the load, And toofewhelpers on the road And joy in weak and grief is strong, i And years and days so long so long "Yet this one thing 1 learn to know fiach day more surely as I go. That I am glad the good and ill, By changeless laws are ordered still, -v "Not as I will." -f "Net as I Willi" the sound grows sweet Sack time my lips the words repeat ""Not as I will," the darkness feels More safe than light when this thought seems *ke v. hispered voice to calm and bless JMI unrest and all loneliness. ^'Not as I will," becanse the One Who loved us first and last has gone Before us on the road, nd still J?r us must all his love fulfill "Not as we will." HELEN HUNT JACKSON. If A Short Story of a Flirting Girl and a Serious Young Man. There could be no doubt about it that Joe was a flirtan arrant little flirt. Her gray eyes, her curling lashes, laer pretty little piquant nose, bore token to this indisputable fact. Her young lady friends spoke of it with a contemptuous air, and thanked heav en they were not as some girls are her mother thought ol i' and sighed, when, with a brighter color than usual in her cheeks and a sauueier light iu her -eyes, her daughter made "herself agree able" to a newly found congenial apirit belonging to the male sex. Somebody else meditated upon it, and told himself with a half-unconscious eigh that Joey Lyttelton was nothing wore or less, than a heatless flirt. She was pretty, of course, small and *weet, with a face that was all butfore ^perfect, oval in shape and delicately tinted like a newly-ripened peach. There was a saucy little cleft in her sroooded chin, and the smile on her lips brought two stray dimples into Iter cheeks. Her hair was of that in describable color that was called by Jer friends "artistic," and by her enemies red. She was merry, be witching, tantalizing, all in one, with th at delicious air of chic abost her which modern young ladies inform me SB so utterly irresistible. Besides being the belle of Diraple tfcrope, the admired of all admirers, Miss Lyttelton was an heiress ot no fitinAU importance in the county of Steepieshire. She was currently known to possess a rouud two thou1 saud a year in her own right, with -a prospect of a thousand more upon the death of her mother. The old Manor-house of Geilston, which she a*d her mother called "home" would one day belong to Joe by hereditary ght, and already she held despotic *ole over it as a tyrannical little a ueen whose word was law. It is therefore not tp be wondered at that Joe had feeen beset with suitors from every corner ot her own world. The squires lor many miles round came to Geils ton to pay their addresses to theprec ty Miss Lyttelton, who received them ^kindly enough, but would only laugh (-unmercifully whenever the subject of "the t-ender passion was introduced. She knew why they had come.and was iin the habit of curling Up her pretty *d lips, into something not unlike a fnteer when each new proposal was laid temptingly before her. She was never going to be married, neverher mind was quite made up. And so it was for nearly three years ttntfl at length a change set in, for Joe Xnad fallen in love. Girls of her calibre do not find jbheir true love one day and lose him the vnext. To use her own expres sion she fell in love once and toad done with it, as soon as she met the man who was capable of winning bee heart. ''He came, he saw, he con quered!" and Joe felt that it was so with a thrill of delight that was as *weet as it was novel. Moreover, as months went on, she was uot slow in finding out that he 'loved her too. Not that he ever, by -r much as a look, led her to suppose that she was anything more to him -than a casual acquaintance, pleasant to talk to in the evenings when her mother invited him to come and "dine quietly" at Geilston but for all that, Joe knew he loved herhow, it is im possible for me to tell. Let me say a word or two about this young man before 1 go any far* her. 'To begin with, he was only a curate a hard working, indetatigable vicar's help, upon 14') pounds a year. He Bad come to Dimplethorpe about 12 months before this story begins, and bad not been many weeks in the place before he was considered by every nody to be quite an acquisition. He lf was tall, manly, broad-shouldered, Pr!$* in shor everything a woman most admirest in a specimen of the noble CdJS .sex and, before she had known him Hf long. Miss Lyttelton had fallen in love. There are, however, two important items, iin connection with Dicmust Dering, which common honesty I not forget to record against himbe was rond, and he was poor. One hun red and forty pounds a year, looked If*! at in whichever way you will, is not what one usually considers a princely fortune, but until he met Joe Lyttel ton, Mr. Dering had never desired to lie any He wasr proud, because iAliboucricher* he loved he honestly and truly, he had made up his mind"never to let her know it, and to heave Dim plpthrope upon the very first oppor tunity that presented itself. She did not care at al him, told him self sternlyl,for wherievee he medi tated5 upon the subject. She was only a heartless flirt, and it was to his own interest to have nothing to do with her. In the ordinary course of events she would marry and settle down happily as soon as the right man came to claim her, and before very long it seemed to Dick Deling as if that favored individual had ar rived at last. gttgmg It happened that about six months after Mr. Dering's arrival at Dimple thorpe, a young lord of no small im portance made his appearance upon the scene. He was the younger son of a peer, and had a seat in parliament, possessed a fair amount of brains, and was in Joe's opinion, "rather jol- ly." His ancestral halls were in the far north, but he had purchased Hol lingsworth lodge, a place not five mil^s distant from the park-gates of Geils ton, and there at the commencement of the hunting season his lordship took up his abode. Needless to relate he had not long been acquainted with Joey Lyttelton before he had fallen very deeply love with her. As for Joe, she liked him tolerably well, altho' she told her mother he was "horribly conceited, and required taking down a peg orleft two.'* so in turn for all his kind at tentions and pretty little attempts at love-making, naughty Joe chaffed and teased him, until he gnawed at hiswith tawny mustache, and avowed that it was totally impossible to under stand her. Mrs. Lyttelton had made up herover mind to give a cosy little dinnerparty at the manor house. She was a languid woman, and objected to much in the way of exertion, but late ly it had become evident to her that Lord Herbert Mandeville's attentions to her daughter were even more mark ed than hitherto, and she felt that something must be done by her to bring affairs to a crisis. The dear girl could not be persuaded to look at the matter seriously, but her mother was quite conscious of the faet that it would be a rery good thing for them both if Joe could be brought to accept his lordship's heart and fortune, as soon as they were laid at her feet. And this tribute to Joe's many charms was not long in being paid. It happened that the very day be the dinner-party, when "Mrs. Lyt telton was alone in her Doudoir about the time of afternoon tea, Lord Her ber Mandeville was announced. Joe was out riding, but for once his lord ship seemed rather relieved than oth erwise to hear it, and before he took his leave he had imparted his heart's secret to Mrs. LyUeUon. He told her frankly that he was too much afraid of a refusal to risk speaking himself to Miss Lyttelton, but he hoped that her mother would be his friend in this matter and plead his cause for him. When he had gone Mrs. Lytcelton sank back in her low wicker-work chair and reviewed the position, whi-h she felt was by no means an easv one. She hated the responsi bility of having to make up her mind for herself, and was almost disposed to quarrel with his lordship for thurstmg the necessity upon her, for well she knew that as soon as the subject was introduced to Joe th'j whole affair would be treated as an excellent joke. What was she to do? There wag no one to whom she could turn in her dilemma, unless why, yes, to be sure! Why had nottimes this idea presented itself to her soon er? She could, of course, appeal to Mr.taking Dering and ask his assistance in bring ing Joe to her senses. This dear girl always seemed disposed to approve of Mr. Dering's opinion, and had been known on more than one occasion to sit corrected when he had quietly con tradicted some assertion of hers. Mrs. Lyttelton had already sent him acard for her select dinner party, and he had accepted the invitation but now she dispatched a note to him, bagging him to come to her on the following even ing an hour earlier than the other guests, as she was 111 great anxiety and wished to avail herself of h*is kind ad vice and assistance. She felt she could rely upon his com ing, and she was not disappointed in him. The clock in her boudoir had just chimed 7 when Mr. Dering was announced. Mrs. Lyttelton rose languidly to meet him, feeling what an untold ad vantage it was to have a man like this young clergyman to whom she could turn in her perplexity. She told him all her story, with an earnest ness that was almost childish in its simplicityhow dear Joe was always sweet and good in every thing except the matter of her own love affairs. She felt, she said that it would be best to tell her as soon as possible of Loid Mandeville's proposal, but had put it off until the following day in the hope that Mr. Dering would kindly consent to be present at the ordeal, and say a word in season for his lordship. Dick Dering listened gravely, hardly speaking a word, until all the partic ulars of the case had been fully ex plained to him. He knew Mrs. Lyt telton well, and understood her bet ter than most people, pitying her in ertness and really feelinglor her anxiety on behalf of her daughter. What the performance of this duty would be to him, he did not for a moment pause to consider, and after a few minutes of silent deliberation he had made up his mind. When he expressed himself willing to help her to the best of his ability thro' her difficulty, the poor lady's overwrought feeling gave way, and she burst into tears. Their interview had lasted nearly three-quarters of an hour, and Mr.went Dering rose at oncefeeling that his host ess wish to bealone for a few minutesbe fore it would be necessary for her to re ceive herguests. She thanked him with a languid smile, and he left her with a few words of sympathy and encour agement to the effect that everything was sure to come right in time. But for him things had gone so far wrong that there seemed not the re motest chance of their'coming right again. In the hall he found that the first guest had already arrived. Lord Her- flerberts _, bert Mandeville had divested himself of his fur-liued coat, and was warming his aristocratic hands at the great pme-log fire. The two men had just saluted each other, and were speculat ing on the prospect of a good" run on the morrow, when clown the stairs came a lovely apparition in a trailing robe of ivory satin, edged with Mech lin lace. It was Joe. of course. $A She was intent upon settling" "to her satisfaction the last button-hole of her long gloves, and her straight brows were drawn into a little pucker of anxiety over the operation. Lord Herbert gazed at her in openmouthed admiration, and try as he would Dick Dering could not bring himself to turn away his eyes from that vision ot love liness with the crown of ruddy golden hair. v^r^'V^V^i* li $& After a minute or two she deigned to notice them, giving her hand and a raciou bow to each, but for Lord Mandeville was reserved a smile for which, in his heart, Dick Der ing knew he would have given a whole year's income. Those of the guests who amused themselves by watching Joe that even ing aver that they never saw her so brilliantor so beautiful. She was tak en in to dinner by Lord Herbert, and thro'out the entire evening he never her side. She sang his favorite songs at his request, with a sweetness that it did one's heart good to hear, and although she declined to stroll him through the conservatory, whose doors at the end otthedi awing room were standing invitingly open, it became evident before the evening was that some of theflowersshe wore had found their way to Lord Herbert's buttonhole. There was much shaking of heads amongst the guests that night as th*y drove home in' the dark across Geil ston nark. Everybody prophesied of the grand wedding that was sure to take place in Dimplethorpe before long, in which Lord Herbert Mande ville and Joe Lyttelton would play the most important parts. And perhaps it was not surprising that they should have expected this, seeing that they were not permitted, as we are, to see the last move in the programme of that eventful evening. Dick Dering was the last of thequence guests to take his leave his hostess had kept him chattering to her until the great drawing room was empty and the last carriage had rolled away. He bade her good night at las t, and made his way along the cor rid or to the hall, which was dimly lighted at this late hour of the night. He had not seen Miss Lyttelton since Lord Herbert's departure but just as he had struggled into his greac-coat, and was about to open the hall door, there came a rustling of skirts along the corridor, and in a moment Joe was at his side. "You haven't gone Mr. Dering? lam thankful!" she began, panting a little as if she had been running hard. I looked into the drawing-room just now, and when I saw mother alone I was afraid you had gone away with out saying good night to me. Mr. Der- ing," pausing a little and drooping her pretty head, "you aren't angry with me, are you?" "Angry with you? What nonsense!" cried Dick almost impatiently. "Why should I be? Have you been doing anything naughty?" "Well, you look as if you were angry with me. You have not spoken to me once all the evening, and some you have looked as black as thunder. I think it is horribly un kind of you," she said with a pout, no notice of his unnatural ques tions, "I don't think you required any at tention from me," Dick answered slow ly, without looking at her. "Now that's nonsense!" ahe cried impatiently, tapping her pretty foot upon the tiles. "I like attention, as you call it, from everybody, and you never take any notiee of me. You are angry with me, I can see it in your face, and I am not at all happy about it. Won't you forgive me, please?" laying a white hand upon hia arm. Dick turned and looked at her. Hebut felt that he was rapidly losing his head, and this was his last act ot fol ly. There sh9 was, her lovely plead ing eyes looking up at him pathetical ly. There were no rings upon her pretty left hand as it lay on his arm, and almost before he knew what he was doing he had taken it tenderly in his and kissed it twice. Then in another moment he washis striding down the avenue, angrily tell ing himself that he was a fool and a coward. The girl did not even care for him she was only a heartless lit tle flirt, and to-morrow he was going to plead with her the cause of anoth er! But at the manor house somebody was creeping upstairs to bed, her own left hand pressed closely now against her smiling lips. "Oh, Dick, Dick, how can you be so proud?" she was saying to hermade glad heart. "Can't you see it written in my face that I love you?" And I have every reason to believe she gave not another thought to Lord Herbert Mandeville that night. In the afternoon of the following day Joe came stepping down the broad staircase in her pretty prim rose-colored tea-gown, a thoughtful smile curling her lips. Her old nurse, Margaret, had told her that Mr. Der ing was in the boudoir with her moth er, and she was going there now to afternoon-tea. She wondered wjhy he had come, and what he would say to her whether he would speak kindly, or devote his attentions solely to her mother. JM She opened the doornsoftly "Ind in, lovelier than ever, Dick Der ing thought, with that soft bright light in her eyes. The rodm was almost in darkness except for the flickeringfire-lightandJefferson, the glow of the rose colered lamp which hung in an alcove between the long windows. /Joe stood still by the door irseso lute she felt somehow as if she had been doing cornetning unusually repre hensible, and these two were going to scold her about it. i "Joey, darling, come here," said her mother, nervously, as her daughter *%$ ssfey ^ft1: wt, Ti?T appeared in the doorway/If*r have Funny Country Law-Suits been wishing to speak to you serious- East Aurora, N. Y. Letter W ly upon a certain matter for the last few days, and I feel that it must not be put ojgf any longer. Mr. Dering has kindly promised to help me, so I hope you will be* a good girl and listen to reason." h? ^3 "Well, go on'" said Joe advancing slowly into the room. I thought there was some sort of a scolding in store for me, but what it can be about I can not 'imagine. Break it to me gently, whatever it is." "My dear child, do not begin to joke about it," cried her mother al most in despair, "it is a most serious matter and one which involves your whole future life." She then began, and with much earnestness endeavored to impress upon her daughter the desirability of her accepting Lord Herbert's offer as quickly as possible. When aer oration had come to an end, she turned beseechingly to Mr. Dering, who said a few kind words for his lordship. I don't suppose they were particularly eloquent words, but hepay spoke them simply and earnestly, with the honest endeavor to put hise own heart's desire entirely out ot the question and bring about only what seemed to him the best thing in life for the girl whom he truly loved. When he had finished there was a silence of about three minutes, in the room, at the end of which, "Well, I never'" exclaimed Joe with an aston ished gasp. There is no need to enter into further details of this interview of how Mrs. Lyttelton begged and prayed, until she had worked herself into a state ot mild excitement impossible to describe, or of how Joe stood, before her reso lutely, with a look of determination about her pretty red lips, which I ver ily believe must have secretly rejoiced Dick Dering's heart. At last the long-suffering parent could stand it no longer. She wasblacksmith "weeping a little weep"as Joe expressed it, and declared herself entirely upset by her daughter's willfulness so,press ing her handkerchief to her eyes and sighing pathetically, she beat a hasty retreat, perhaps in the hopes that as soon as she had withdrawn the light of her countenance, Mr. Dering's elo would burst forth afresh. But in this the poor lady was woefully mistaken. As soon as the door had closed upon her retreating form, there fell a profond silence upon the twoehe had left behind. Joe was standing on the hearthrug gazing thoughtfully into thefire be hind her in the shadow sat Dick Der ing, his elbow leaning on a gypsy-ta ble.his hands carefully covering his eyes to hide from hisgaze that lovely.brlght haired vision in the primrose-colored gown. "Mr. Dering," she said at last, with a coaxing note in her voice but he maintained a solemn silence and took no notice of her. "Mr. Dering, are you deaf?" much more impatiently. "Why don't you answer when I speak to you?" She turned'her pretty face to him. but he only altered his position a little, and said not a word in reply. She looked at him for a moment, and her mind was quite made up. "Dick, do you want me to marry this man?" she said very wistfully. "No, Joe I do not," was all he could reply. "Then what are you going on aoout?" she cried, with a laugh that was half a sob. He rose suddenly and came a step nearer her, out of the shadow into the uncertain firelight. She looked up at him and their eyes meff. "Dick, how can you be so proud9 Just as if I could not see thro' you! You will not help me to tell you what is in my heart, but whatever vou may think of me,l must be true to myself." The clock on the mantelpiece chimed out the hour, and the great pine log on the fire fell in two with a mighty crash. "I love you. Dick," she said then simply, holding out her trembling hands. I nevei heard what happened next, I think it must have been some thing rather unusual. When Joe was telling me her story, at this point she observed, after a bhort pause, "I nev er Was so happy in my life." Later on, I believe Dick said to her something to this effect: "Dear little true love of mine, do you know what you are doing? Will you not marry Lord Mandeville with ancestral halls and a handle to his name?" Not for Joe!" she replied with all her saucy petulance and so it came to pass that these two were wed. curiouslP Two White House Paintings. From the Milwaukee Sentinel. The Martha Washington was paint ed in 1878, and Mr. Andrews received $3,000 for it. I is a wonderfully good piece of work. Mr. Andrews a most diligent search for some of Martha Washington's costumes, but without success. The dress used is an authentic copy of the costume at the time. I twas made by Worth in Paris tor Mrs. Darling, the wife of the proprietor ot the Fifth Avenue ho tel in New York, who had it made es pecially for her to wear at Martha loaned the costume to Mr Andrews, Jlr^l ^LEm.fi!Le a&5 actin^g in that capacity whos form was stout and plump like Mrs. Wash ington's, but whose face was anything but as comely. The face of the por trait was copied from miniatures found in the Washington relics. Tom Clark, a clerk in the supervis ing architect's office in the treasury department, was the model for theriedd also painted by Mr. An drews. Mr. Andrews made a careful study of all descriptions of Jefferson's dress, and there being none of his cos tumes left, he had one made in New York, which Mr. Clark wore. No bet ter model could have been iound than Tom Clark. He is a tall, graceful, cav alier specimen of manhood, and the selection re-inforced Mr. Andrew's special talent remarkably., "T *l ustices A 'Wu$**3 I Ten years ago the town of Wa1e3, Eri county, enjoyeel a reputation as the center of country law-suits in that section of New! York The local wbo therState. werefourinth township, were kept constantly busy listening to arguments involving the most trivial cases imaginable. An old fellow named John Rowe wa3continu ally in hot water with his neighbors, and when he was not the defendant in a law-suit he generally had one onfield, hand against some one else. John conducted a small saw-mill on theage banks of Buffalo creek, and lived in a little house all by himself. He bad a number of hens about him, and these hens were one of the principal sources of his troubles. On one occasion he was sued for damages because his fowls scratched Up the corn of one of his neighbors, and the Judge decided that he must something like 25 cents for theB's destruction wrought by the scratch In this case, the lawyers' fees and court expenses, before the case was finally decided, amounted to upward of $100, but the plaintiff did not care a snap about this, although he had to mortgage his farm to pay his share. He had downed John Rowe, and that sufficed. By far the mosb celebrated case that ever occurred in the town, how ever, was that which a blacksmith in Wales Center sued the tax collector for one cent, and secuied a verdict. The blacksmith and the tax-collector had be^n good friends for years, but something came between them, and they were transformed into bitter enemies. The blacksmith had paid his taxes with the ncception ot four cents. The collector came around to get his balance one day, when the handed him a nickel. "I'll keep that, odd cent for interest," said the col lector. "If you don't pay it over I'll be if I don't sue you," renhed the blacksmith. The collector'paid no attention to this, and walked away with the odd cent. Two or three days afterward he was summoned to appear before Justice Gail to answer the suit of the black smith. Each side secured the services of the best legal talent in the town, Joe Sheaver representing one, and Si Emery the other. The collector de cided that he would rather risk his chances before a jury than with the Judge alone, consequently the Con stable was notified to find twelve good men and true who knew nothing of the merits of the case and who were unprejudiced. This proved to be a very difficult matter. Three times the jury was hung, and the case ex tended over several weeks. The court was held in one corner of a room in a country inn. Boniface made almost as much out of the witnesses as the lawyers secured from the litigants. At last, after each side had paid its atent torneys several hundred dollars, the jury decided that the collector must pay over to the blacksmith the sum of one cent with costs, and an execu tion was forthwith issued. Cologne. Cologne is chiefly interesting to visit ors on account of its Cathedral and its Cologne water. To s* the one and to buy some of the other are the two great objects of travelers here. But, apart from*these principal attractions, we shall find the city very interesting. Most of the streets are queer and old, some of the houses dating from-the thirteenth century and the Rhine, which is here crossed by along bridge of boats, present a verv busy and live ly scene with its craft of many kinds. The real Cologne water is made by Johann Maria Farina, but when we go out to buy some, we may be a lit tle perplexed by finding that there are some thirty or forty people of this name, all of whom keep shops for the sale of Cologne water. There are a great many descendants of the orignal in ventor of this perfume, and the law does not permit any one to assume the name who does not belong to the family but the boy babies of the Far inas are generally baptized Johann Maria, so that they can go in the Cologne water business when they grow up. There are two or three shops where the best and "original" water is Bold, and at one of these we buy some of the celebrated perfume, generally sold to travelers fn small wooden boxes containing four or eix bottles, which we get at a very reasonable price compared with what we have to pay for it in America. We cannot take much more than this, because Cologne water is classed as spirits by the Custom-house authorities in Eng land, and each traveler is allowed to bring only a small quantity of it into that country. 'f The Archbishop's Romance, Mme. Mohl Komi niscences. One day at breakfast Archbishop Whately told ucso a remarkable storey of a womannt married when very a of India. A th hwho Washington's centennial tea party in younhgi a soldier, an was wrecked kJined thT^tnm^ M^'A^1^ I ~t.%xcepd th wit cr ea an passenger I W frill 4 for Frank R. Stockton, in St.Nicholas October. woman W6r hv suppose and an officer who saved her. She was very beautiful, and he educated and married her. In time she became a widow and returned to England. He had left her all his money, and she was well received by his relations, be ing still very charming. One day her mai told her she was ^oing to be mar to a discharged soldier. The mistress approved and asked to see him. When he was introduced, after looking steadily at him for some min utes, she went up and fetched a shawl. "Do you know that shawl?" sheiask ed. "Yes." he replied. MI gave to my wife when we married." "I am your wife!" she exclaimed. She took him back, and hedrank away all his senses and her fortune, and finally died, after making her life miserable. A Country Lawyer. From the Newark Journal. Some twenty-five or thirty yea ago there lived in Iowa a young ma by the name of Samuel Randolph, a, that time engaged in teaching a COU& try school, and during leisure hour! reading Blackstone in orderto qualifj himself for' admission to the bar Near the schoolhouse lived two farm ers, who will be designated as A an| B. A owned a large number of hogs, which he allowed to run at large t^ feed on the mast. owned a corn fenced with a badiy dilapidated brush fence. He also owned a sa dog. When the corn began ripen, A's hogs madeofrequent raid* into the field and helped themselves to the corn. B, being greatly annoy ei by them, finally set his dog on "thi hogs and worried them considerably When A discovered his lascer ated hogs .he was full of wrath The next day A started, with ai. ax on his shoulder, to go to his tira ber to chop wood, which led him house, and seeing B's wife insidi of B's lot, about thirty or forty fee) from the fence, milking a cow, stopped at the gate and inquired fo B. Being informed tnatB was not. a home, he threatened to smash the earth if he ever dogged his ho: again, and to demonstrate how b' Avoulddoit he brought his ax dowi on the fence wth a fe .rful blow. then left. When returned his wif inforned him oi A's threat, whic) made him madder than a March hare and off he goes to the schoolhou&e consult Sam Randolph whether hi would sue A "with the law." Ran dolph, after consulting his Blackstom and the statutes, informed him tha. the act constituted the offense of "as sault with intent to inflict great bodi ly injury," and advised to com mence a criminal prosecution againaa A. fc Randolph drew up an informatior_ and took it to the nearest justice and had a warrant issued for A's ar rest. A being duly arVested, and a day set for the trial, Randolph appeared for the prosecution anc a man named Jones as attorney for the defendant. The witnesses being sworn, the facts as above stated were duly proven. Randolph then proceed- ed with a lengthy argument, not tc convince the court of the defendant's guilt, but to convince the court and bystanders that he had read Black stone, and concluded his argument with the following peroration: "May it please your honor, the summum bonum of the whole business is that the defendant is guilty."* Then Jones.for the defense, address ed the court as follows: "Your honor, it may be that under that old law of summum bonumwhich was that if any man was charged with a crime,he was guilty, whether he had ever donef anything wrong or notthat my cli is guilty but that law was an un just law enacted by despots and ty rants to oppress theweak and the poor. That was the law of this country down to the time of the revolutionary war when our forefathers rebelled against it, and after seven long years of bioody war, finally repealed it with their swords and enacted in its stead_ the great law of E Fluribus Unum, which is that a man is never guilty of any crime until he does something wrong. Now, since prosecutor waK not within a mile of the fence when the blow was struck, he could not have been injured and as the blow did the fence no harm, my client did no wrong. Therefore, under the great law of E Plunbus Unum, which is now the law of this country, he i3 not guilty, and should be discharged." The justice then summed up the case as follows: "Well, it appears by the argument that under the old law of summon bonus the defendant is guilty but my father was a revolutionary soldier, and I've heard him tell all about the revolutionary war, and SQ I know that the old law of summun bonus has been abolished, and the great law of E Plunbus Unum now waves all over thi* country. So I lets0 the defendant go." II Two Brave Girls. $ From the London Times. The examination of the many cases of saving life from drowning during the summer bathing and boating sea son submitted to the Royal Humane Society having been completed, the committee has bestowed its awards in accordance with risk incurred. The silver medal, of which only two have been recently bestowed, has been giv en to Miss Fanny Isabel Rowe, a young girl of 15 and daughter of the Rev. G. Rowe of Topcroft, near Bungay, for saving the life of a little boy named Francks, who had fallen into the lake at Neuchatel, Switzer land, while playing on the jetty last July. His brother, though not able to swim, jumped in aft er him and both were in great danger in sight of spec- 1 tators, none of whom it appears could swim, and certainly did not ren der any assistance. Miss Rowe dived after the younger boy, whom she brought to the surlace, but lost her hold of his hair through its being very short. She dived again, and getting him this time bv the ear brought him to the jetty, where be was lifted out% of the water. Miss Rowe is stated to have al* aaved rhe elder boy. The bronze medal has been award ed to Miss M. Strachey, aged 17, daughter of the British Charge TAf fairs at Dresden, for saving Miss M. Taylor, who, while trying to swim at Sandy Inland, Hollgoland, got out of her depth, sank, and was being carried by the tide. Miss Stracky swam to the drowning lady's assistance, and brought her to shore in a fainting con* dition. *&, UP i.^ii N. A brother in prayer meeting in a neighboring town the other night prayed for the absent who were pros- jnaw trated on'beds of sickness and sofas| of wellness.-Rutland Herald. inn.