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PUBLISHED EVERY WEDNESDAY IIY THEO. . FISIII3JF,. -jf.Ol) A YEAH IN ADVANCE COIMF.S 1'IVH LKV'I'H, j.c.aooDntcii. w. w. biiikhead GOODRICH A III ItK IIUAI; DENTISTS, Troy, - - MiMsouri DIl. nlUKHEAD will he in the nHlee nil tho time. Dr. UOODIIIOII Jilll only bo here from lime to time, due notice of which will be given. Qua Far the PAINLESS cxtrictlnn of teeth admlmstcred At alt times by Dt. Illrkboad. August SI, 1871 vCnlCj l G. T. DUNN, ATTORNEY AT LAW, New Hope, - - Missouri.' VIII practice In tho Court nf the Nineteenth Judical Circuit, (special attontlon given to col lectlng. , v7nldti0p Ri C. MAGRVDER, ATTORNEY AT LAW, Cap-au-Sris, - itiisHOuri Will practlco in tho Courts of tho Nlnotccnih Judicial District. v7nS W. C. McPARLAND, ATTORNEY AT LAW, Troy, IVlissoiiri. Will practice In the Courts of the nineteenth Judloial Circuit, aud will give special attention to coilectlnns. OBI )e Front room over J. H. Knox's Bank. v7nl6 CH AS. MARTIN, Jr., ATTORNEY AT LAW, Troy, - - Missouri. Will practice In all the Courts of the Nine teenth Judicial Circuit. Special attention given to tho collection of debts. v6n3'J A. V. McKEE. E. N. BONFILS. McKKE A: BORFllaS, ATTORNEYS AT LAW, Troy, - - Missouri. Will practice in tho various Courts of this nnd adjoining counties. Special attention given to collections nnd matter relating to real estate. ps)' OHici', northeast corner Main and Cherry streets, j us t below I.aclcdo Hotel. n30v7 J. B. ALLEN". W. T. BAKER. ALL. EN & BAKER, Atltirnc.is al-l.aw, Agrnts Slate and riiocnix Insurance Companies. ami Real Estate Agents, TRO V, MISSOURI. JOSEPH B. ALLEN, Notary Public. apt25--72nl7 B. W. WHEELER Attorney at Law ami Notary Public, i:u HOPE, MO. Will attend to any prnfo'sinnal business In the Courts of Lincoln, Warren, Pike nnd Montgom ery counties. sep"'7ln;il)yl 1VM FRAZIEIl. a- W. COLBERT FllAZIKR & COLIIUKT. Attorneys at Law k Real Estate Ag'ts, TItOV, MISSOURI. Will practice in nil the courts of the Nineteenth .JuiliciHlOlrcu.lt. Special nttontion given i col lections and to the sale and purchaso and leasing of real esta'o. Abstracts of titles, warranty deeds, deeds of trust and mortgages made out on short notice. Large number of valuable farms for sale at low prices. 'C4r Offico on Main street in Itansdell'a building, up stairs. v"nl4 WALTON &, CREECH, Attorneys at Law & Real Estate Ag'ts, TROV, MO. Will practice In all the Unurts of tho Nineteenth Judicial Circuit, and the Supreme Court of tho State. All business entrusted to their care will be promptly attended to. Office over Dr. S. T. East's Drag stoie, Offico hours from 9 a m. to 4 p. in. volSn2 LACLEDE HOTEL, THOY, MO. TnOBNMLL & Bl'SWELL, Propr's. THIS is t first-clais hotel, furnished in good tyle and its table supplied with the best the market atTords. Strangers stopping in Troy will And here all the comforts of homo. The BAR I. stocked wl'h strictly prime Li quors, tuoh as Brandies, Whiskies. Wines, Ale, uin, etc.) alio the finest brands of Cigars, arr2Jnl7 LUMBER. LARGE SUPPLY OP LUMBER AT Chain of Mocks, Lincoln Co. Weatherbcardlng, Sheeting, Door nnd Window Frames, Hash, and liuiMIng Material generally, Address W. E. BROWN, Junlvm"n25 Chaiii of Rock, Mo. JEHU SVLVESTER, MIOIESAIE AND JIETAIl DEALER is Watches, Diamonds FRENCH CLOCK, Watch Materials and Tools. Watchtt and Jewelry Repaired. N. 11 RORTII roiIflTH STREET 'Between Olive and Pint, Streets) ST. laOXJlS. JvlO, Uyt. 187?. " LINCOLN COUNTY HERALD. VOL, 7. UKR TWO HANDS. ,, Old Caspar earns homo about sunset. His pick was on hit shoulder; so was his old wool hut, for ho thrust it far buck from his wrinkled front. Caspar hud a bend, as if he had been half persuaded these many years to go on hinds and knees again. So heavily time Pat on his buck, and so close to thu earth did his daily labor draw him. Ho was a good naturcd, trolling old fellow, working his mouth eagerly and straining his bleared eyes, us he ap prouched tho town's draggled s'lirts, lor very thinking of his folks his old wo man and his little gal. There were rows uf dismal frame huts all around, built by railroad companies for tho jjurposo of penning as many of their employes' I a mil iuf at a time as pos siblo. Thoy reposed, grimy and burn like, equalled on that sandy foundation which Scripture condemns, swarming with legions of tallow-headed children. Women, sharp at the elbows and sharper at the face, were raiding clouds of pork sraoko from their respective kitchen altars. In fact, the whole neighborhood reekelwitb the smell of greaso, and the evening was so warm a Laplander might have" resented it. But Caspar's nose was not delieute. He trotted over the cinder sidewalk, nodding this way and that, glad there was such a Gne atr, aud that hts old hones ware so near homo. 'Thar's the little gal, as usual." he chuckled, as he turned a corner and found Madgie on the lookout ut I he cute She was a comforting sight to see in that neighborhood, to tidy and fair in calico and braids, and the pink flash-color of youth. You winder why she hadn't boen set farther up town, and draped in ometbing costly ; why her duft lingers havo never learned there were ten koys to unlock a soul which slumbers iu rose wood, and which rises at a touch, like some. blessed genii, to comfort nil ills aud fill all thoughts; you wondered wuv some high bred father was not coming norae to her now. Hut tlu'u this o'.d man would havo found it so hard to do without her. Then, to, Madge might neer in all her life have struck the royal heart which was now in her hands, which she held her bank against all the future, and tho interest of which was the only tncomo sue wanted. "Thero you arc, grandpa I" cried Madge. "Yes, and thcro you aro, Madgie I And hero wo both ere, Madgib!" enter iug tho opeu gate and casting down his pick. lie put bis bands on each side of her head and gavo her a sounding smack on the cheek. "Supper's ready." "Yes, yes. Jist wait till I git a little of the smut off my hands and neck. It's ben a powerful lict, dusty day. Caspar trotted thiouL'h the little barn allotted to him, hailed his old wife, who sat ready to pour his tea, and after blow ing and piunging through a deal of water, returned to his family with biugiur countenance and a handful of onions. "I jist pulled these up fur a relish. Thcy'ro cooling, ingens is. You 'tended that ingen bed, didn''. you, Madgie?" 'Jranduia and I." "And wo wutiiod some of them indent for market," said the old wife, eyeing the sacrifice soverely. "We ain't got uo gruund to throw away raisin' luxurius fur ourselves." "Well, well, mother," plcadod Caspar, dipping his fragrant sphere in salt, "1 don't calk'ialo to pull 'em all, I jist wanted sometbin refreshin after a hurd day. Tuste 'em, Mudgie," insinuating the emerald tops toward her. "Oh I no, grandpa, keep 'em yourself," shaking her bead and smiling. "I feel," rambled Caspar, filling his senses and his jaw wi'b perfumed roots until a b'md man would havo pronounced bim a Mexican, if his nose had set judg ment over Casper, "I r'ally feo I as if I needed something refreshin', workin' hard day after day fornothin', you might say. Sort of seein' your work go to pieces under your eyes, and knowiu' the danger to them on tho road " "What do you mean, grandpa 7 cried Madge, turning white as bar bread and butler. 1 Why, honey, you see we've pieked and picked in that nut, and the silt's as uualiddy as water. Tho stones and earth jist roll on the track contineral. The company erto do sometbin to that cut Stonss big as you jarred down every train. But theu the road's new, the road's nnw yet." "Men ain't got no sense," broke out the old wife. "Don't you see you're skeerin' the child to death for fear Char ley'll git smashed up. Ho runs on that road." Two blades of keen remorse leaped from Caspar's bleared eyes. 'Now, don't you be steered, honey Take an ingen, honoy." He reached over to pet her fingers. "Charley didn't pass to day whon the dirt was raltlin'down so. He don't pass till half after eight this ovenin' and we left the track as elsan as this table. Yes, sir, them rails is as free nnd bright as new tin pans. So don't you be skeered, honey, "I'm oot scared about anything grandpa," saii Madge tremulously, but smiling like a rainbow. "Tberej now, mnthor," oried Caspar triumphantly, returning to his onions, 'you've corns down nn me for nothiu' She ain't skeered a bit " No, not a bit. She flew about the now like hire), washed the earliien afe. fcrouglit tier gtanAfalhes his pipe, and dionMil at fci (eat to iill Turn fnmo TROY, MO., WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 16, 1872- wrapped himself in such a cloud that she could hardly seo the clock. .Madge slipped out to the gato. Sho was olten thero looking up the road. I Tim -i.i k.i. ... :n.:.t.. .I.!..!.:.. I . ..s. .,w U IV. pcupiV ..V MI3IUU tlllUhlUg uf the days when they wore young oho was restless, and flitted over the cinder sidewalk, following a tiiiiutict wh eh would havo drawn her from tho center of tho earth. To tho road of course. How often had she watched tho ruilr. converging horiznotally until they sharpened themselves to a needle pnintl I lie railroad hud a fascination for Madgu When a baby, olio used to follow her grandfather to his work, and hide among bushos to sec the big freights lumbering by, and fcco tho express trains h hn ling into town liko screaming land demons .She had heard uf (he sou, and the spell it li ail upon sailors, but she saw the rail road and felt the spell, which nobody seemed to remark, that.it cast over inland laborers, oho saw her boy playmates sucked up tho "tho road ;" heard her grandfather tell of liairbradth escapes from collisions, of cool courage iy the men whu placed thcmelves between the people lliev carried nnd most horrible deaih. She had learned the power and mission ol "the road. In short, she was as loyal a daughter uf the rail as any .Maine skippers child is of tho sea Madge had affinity for an engine, To this day, her throat swelled, and hor eye kindled, when the groat iron animal swept past ber Cbarluy drove an cngino, and his engine was, inherHycs, fitting exponent of the strength nnd beauty of Ins manhood, such was the romance of her dry little life. Everybody must have his enthusiasm. She had been in the town's groat depot at night, arrived from a holiday trip, aud had laughed aloud to sco some busy engine hurrying up and down, picking up freights like n hen gathering her chickens; nnw breath ing loud enough to deafen a multitude. now concentrating his strength and pant ing slowly aw iy at thu head of its chargo Shu had waked from bleep to hoar them calling each other through the darkness, and translated to herself what they said It was a proper thing for Madge to be an cngtnect's wife. She thuught it a Gltitig thing to be Churlcy's wile under any circumstances, I assure you. There wis now only a littlo strip of time between Madgo and Lhuney. Mio looked over that little strip and saw just how it would le. Ibey were tu have a cottage on a clean sliest; her graud parents, if llicy became inhrm, were to have a home with her; "and these two little hands," said Charley, "will muko mo thu dcatsst net ; I'll be so glad to run into it ut night I" Madge's pink face tool: on roo as the thought of all these things, looking up aud down the cut to xcc if the truck wan clear, as her graudfuihe- had said It wa clear. Sho felt relieved and foolish ulout coming out I lie i u through tin twilight tofpy for Chatloy's wellare.at.d much inclined to hide from the smoke rising far off. liut llieto unstable randy walls towering over the way? Midgu watched them joalou-ly. Just as the thunder of the ttain could be heard, her heart stood still to too them dissolve, liko pillars ground down by tome mali cious Sampson, and piled upon the track till nothing could be recti lor yards but one long hill of earth and stones! Now. little Madgo, if thero is heroism in you, it must meet and lasso that iron beast whirling a hundred people ui.on death I A hundred I The whole world was in the engine-bouse, driving down first upon that fate! He wouldn't try to aiva himself when be came, upon the life trap, one saw bow be would set his lips, bend nervn and brain to the emer gency ; sho saw how car would rush inlu oar, the wreck lie over a burbing engine, Charity be ground and charred under thorn all I O sublimely selfish woman I She flew over the truck liko u thing of wings. Ii was life and Charley, er death with Charley I Tha headlight flashed up through dusk. There were matches in her pocket ; she scraped thorn on a rail and tore off her apron. Uh I they wouldn't ignite, and the colton would but smolder. It is rolling down on Inr as swift as air. Bless tho loom which made that outtun apron I She tossod it blinding and blazing above her head, walking slowly backward. The red eyed fury roared dowm at ber. but you can't terrify woman when her mind is made up, It should run over her before it should reach (he sand heap. Sho was seen. The engino rent tho evtning with its yells ; the brakes were on her lasso had caught it it could now be stopped it time. She darted aside hut the curreut was too strong for her Sbs was dizzy ; fell, and clutched in the wrong direction, l'oor; poor little fingers I Now the ponpla pour out; they run luro there. Women are cry ing perhaps bt cause they weren't hurt. The engineer durts along like a madman look ng under tho train. There, a dozen feet before the engine rises the sand bill. Kvory body wunts to know bow they were stopped lie'ore they lounded the curve. 'Hero sho is I" shouted Charley, strid ing up with a limp bundle like a king who bud eacraficod to tho good of tho state. "She showed the signal I and stood up to it until I saw her until we almost run her down I There's half the Gngers cut ofF her loft huud I There what do you think of that, now, for the woman that saved you all I" holding up the mutilated stump. "God bless it I" prayod au old gentle man, tuking off his hat "Aen I" roared the ornwd Willi ono breath they raised three shouts, which shook the sand hill until thuy ,Me'slo tftadsMsMlc He4 . Charley standing above their enthusiasm wiih the 'ainting child in his aim', like a regent holding some royal infant.. "Let mo see her 1" sobbed Grst one woman, then another. So Charley sat down and let them crowd round with ice water cologne, and linen for bandages He oven gavo the men a glimpse uf her waxy luce, just unfolding to conscious ness Like all western people, they wauled to pour out their hearts in "u pusri ," Madge hid her faeo on Charlc)'. blouso, and "would none of it." lie carried her homo at the head uf procession, which stopped befote her grandfather's hut, and clieoied her")ast appearance." So do people froth up in gratitude An hour aficr, when tho neighbors were dispersed, and Caspar stood cmi vinced that "an ingen" might not bo the best braes for Madge's nerves, when her hand was dressed, and her grandmother was quavering a palm in the vurner. Madge turned such a li'ok on Chat ley us even that stout hearted I'cIIoa could not stuml Ho leuned close to her. nnd not having yet washed the smoke off his face, was as vulcan like a lover as you could desire. But Madgo always taw the god nut tho mechanic. U Chailey 1 how can I make a litlli nest lor you now? Alter the feeling of tu night is over, you will with you bad married anvbody rather than u maimed gi.l I" Unwise Madge I Sho drew ber fute upon herself. I do aver, that lo this day her nose is much flattened by the vise-like putiithment Charley made her suffer for that tpceoh. When he came iu next evening, ho laid a paper in her lap, and watehel the pale facts cxpind and blossom while it read a deed of gift to her of I he prettiest cottage on the prettiest street in that city. The eompmy which Charley served, und which eould do handsome things us well as thoughtless ones, begged ber to accept the gift us only a small acknowledgment of their obligations lo her. "How could she make a little nest foi him?' uskrd Charley, looking at her through brimming eyes "Why. with her hand", after all," an swered Madge, crying. "And this will always lie the prettier hind of tho two," said that foolish fel low, touching the bandaged oue. Tho Bridge of Sighs. In American I.aily Leaps Prnm Waterloo Urldgc Message tram the Dead. Correspondence Boston Olobo. London, September 10, 1872. I recollect t i have hceu particularly struck wit i a passage in a niagaziua urti cle 1 once iced, which drew a vivid pic turn ol tho tulluiing uf u man who with a sick vtifo and tin ee children found himself destilulo, or almost so, in the big world of London The writer, who I am under the impression was James I'arlon, made this remark and this is the passage, lo which 1 re Inr " To be a poor sttaiiger in America is to be iu u purgat iry that is provided with a praeti eible door into (arudisc; tu be such a pei ton in London is lobe in a hell will -out visible outlet." The lruh uf this statement has coma the mure vividly home lo me since reading the account uf the iurticst. held Upon the body of Miss Alico Blanche Oswald, who committed suicide latt Thursday by throwing hersell oil Waterloo Bridge) into tho 'lhames Thetc is nothing particularly out of the ordinary run of London things in a woman pitching hersell' into the Thames, or, for the mailer of (liut, in a man du ing so, either. There are no end to bridj-cs handy, come with low, Itiviling puraputs, others offering more or less facilities, and nothing is easier than to get on the top of one and let youuelf drop flop into tho boiling, bubliug, rush ing, muddy 'lhames. 'i'l.o death, they say, on I ho whole, is an easy oue, und ou a but night in summer the change from tho .re.'kiu'.'. fetid atmosphere of heat and dirt, poverty and tribulations, must he for a moment pleasant und especially if a boat is handy to i trord the cbunce uf being rescued just in the nick of lime, to bo hauled up before tho magistrate, to be committed to the oare tf the chap lain of a penitentiary, aud finally to be released with a handsome donation in the- shape of subscriptions from the charita ble public who have meanwhile read the acci uut of "atlciupied suicido" in the newspapers. " litre is nothing, I repeat, ulioguther out of tho ordinary run ul things in such an event happening iu London, I have read whole books fuil of uccuunts of suicides, nnd of attempted suicides from Waterloo Bridge alutio, and it seems to me that shake the "cases" up in a bag, yould would not be ubl to tell "t'other from which." The old, old stories, 1'irst u Human, then a man. Unfortunalo, poverty, wretchedness, hun ger, death. But here wo have a tragedy that evidently does not belong to Hood's class; noTiher does it seem to come within the category of suioides com mitted through absolute siurvation ; nor through crime least alone; nur drink, nor yet through disappointed love. No, it is only the case of a "poor stranger" in London, in the "hell wiihuut a visible outlet," who throws herself into thu arms of hell's associate, Death, to help her nut from her difficulty. "Mrs, K iza Cusile, 178 High street. Shudwcll," callu in and examined. I desire, by I be way, lo beg that those who read this will pa) particular attention in the foregoing address. Well, Mrs Kliza Castle culled in and was examined by the worthy cor oner; let's see what tho has to say She. good woman, hasn't a groat deal to say. lias. isjj)lf sditifio b fe&x 4s b1 ti NO. '42. A lodger who came to hor bouse a fort, night ago, and gave the name of Lockie. During Miss Lockio's stay sho had been visited by a lady, und, on another occa siou, by a gentleman. "Deceased lidd her that sho came from America with a lady whu had four srvants, but after arriving in Britain, two ware discharged, and in conseqtienco her work became very hard." iMiss Lockie was discharged and came to Loudon to sec tho American Consul, If possible to obtain a pass back to America. "She rccivcd a letter on Thursday lust," said Mrs. Castle, which seemed to upot her. Later in the after nonti -lie went out in a black dress, violet Wirt and Dolly Vurden bat, but never returned." That, in substance, ia Mrs 1'ihzi Pintle's evidence. Thntnss Kngetmn, a compositor, can throw tnoro light nn the ubject. He lnppened to be walking lo his work over the bridge on Thursday nt six in tho livening Just as he rame about the middle, as it were, ho saw tho deceased throw her silk parasol on the pavement, ii-rend the pnrupet, ttid roll over. He raised an alarm and the body was fished up by a Thames I'ulico flalloy. After she got into llio water shn screamed for help, (This request appears to have been the only unreasonable thing poor Miss Os wald was guilty of) Thomas Lngoham wished he could have done more, but be couldn't swim, and the bridge was fear fully high. After some further evidence, the following letter was put in and read, which threw a blazo of light upon the subject, and which at once gives, in few short pithy sentences, Miss Oswald's whole history : London, September 3, 1872, 178 High street, Sludwoll. Tho crimo that I am about to commit, and what I must hereafter suffer, is nothing compared to my present misery Alone in Lnn ion, not a penny or a friend to advise or lend a helping hand, tired and nc.iry with looking for something to do, failing in every way, footsore and hearlweary, I prefer death to tho dawn ing of another wretched morning. I have only been in Urituin nine weeks. I name as nursery governess with a lady from America to Wick, in Scotland, whore she discharged mo, refusing to pay my passage back, and giving me only my wuges, 3 10s, After my expenses to London, I found myself in this great city with only 5s. What was I to do? I sold my watch. 'I he paltry sum I obtained for that soon went in paying for my boawl. and in looking fur a situation Now I um destitute. Every day is a misery to me. "No friend, no hnpe, no money whut is left? Ob, God of Henvcn, havo mercy on a poor, helpless s'nner. Thou knowest how I have striven !iiaint this, but fale is against me. I cannot tre-id the pith of sin, for my dead mother will bo watching me "rather less, nioiberles.s, homo I have no e " Oh, for the rarity ol Christian charity." I am not mad Fordjys I have foreseen (liut that this would bn the end. May nil who hoar of my death forgive me. am) may Gnd Almighty do so, before wbfl'O bar I must soon appear! Fare null to nil tn this beautiful, and yet to nn- mnl wretched world. Signed Alice IW.anchk O-woi.d I a in twenty years old the 14th uf this month. Tho jury, without leaving their places, nam e to the conclusion that Miss Oswald committed suicide whi.o in a state of temporary insanity Some time uio there lived a gentleman of indolent hubi's it Sussex, who mads a business, in winter season, of visiting his fiieuds extensively. Afier wearing out hia welcome in his own immediate vicinity lut winter, he thought be would visit an old Quaker friend, some twenty miles dislunt, who bad been a school fel low of his. On his arrival he was cordially received by the Quaker, ho thinking his visitor had taken much pains lo come so fir and seo him. Ho treated his triend with great attention and politeness for several days, and, as he did net seo any signs nf his leaving, ho became uneasy, but ho bore it with patience till tie morning of the cigh h day, when he said to him : "My friend, I am afraid tbee will never visit m again." " "Oh, yes, I stall," taid the visitor; "I have enjoyed my visit very muh ; I shall certuinly corns again " "N iy," said tho Quaker, ' I think thee will not visit mo again?" "What makes you think I will nat come again?" asked the visitor. "If tbee dors never leave," said the Quaker, how canst thee cotno again." His visitor left. . A Thirteen. Yeah-Olp Wife Beath. Nathan Simon, a lank, ovorgrowu youth of thirteen, was arraigned ut Essex Murkat yesterday, says the New York Sun of the 21sl, on a charge of beating bis wile r.mtly, aged tbnty nve. Jus tice Sltandlcy questioned bim as follows : Justice How old aro yuu, my buy? Nathan I'm thirteen years, sir. Justice How long have you beca tnariii'd? Nathan (blubberin') One year. I want tn be divorced now, so I do (cryisg). Justice Why do you best your wife? riatlun (plucking up a liille) lie cause she wnnt get my supper ready She says she's jealous of uie ; that's what makes me mad. Justice I don't believe It, Mr Simon, and I'd tell you this, if vou are brought befure ma again fur 'Waking your wife's neud, l II send you to the Juvenile Asy lum Justice (to Mrs. SimoO Msdsro tiko this koy hoiao and- lava bis face mix, TENUIS OK ADVERriSINR. One Square (10 lines) or lest, one Insertion. .,$1 It Ihieh additional insertion 71 Administrators' Notices 3 (III Final Settlement Notices S 00 Stray Notices (single stray) 3 OS Hach additional stray tn some notice 1 00 pSJ A Liberal Deduction it 111 be made to j-osrly ndvertlsers. 'Illran and his Hatchet." Never, perhaps did a parent take more pains to inspire a sou with a love of the truth than did tho father of our renowned hsro and Statesman, II. H. Orant; and to this cause, perhaps, moro than any other, ho ii indebted for a fame that will endure when menutusutt of marble and granite shall have crumbled into dust. As an example of the manner tn which this venerably father moulded tho mind aud character of his son, wo "beg leave to adduce (be .following little idcident in tho life of our hero, which exhibits the character of the affectionate father aud dutilul son in their true light. ben Ulysses was about six years old, he was made the master of a hatchet, of which ho was excessively fond, and went about chopping every thing that came in bis way( After lucking his mother pea-sticks and pounding the caudal ap pendages ui his bull-pupi, which, attach stroke, gave canine yell for his amuse ment, ho concluded he would Iry the edge of his hatchet on a fine Knglish cherry trie in his father's garden, which he barked so terribly that tt surrendered unconditionally. The following morn ing, Jesse, the King s father, discovered the iujured treo, and with great warmth inquired for the author of the mischief. Fiesently little Hiram made hia appear ance with his hatchet "Hiram,' said the father, "do you know who killed that beautilul littlo cherry tree in the gar den?" This was a tough question; but tltrsm staggered ovr it but for a mo ment; then, with a fuce raidsnt with tha golden charms of truth, he cried out, 1 l'a, I can't tell a lie you know I can't. 1 never touched your treo. I have never been in the garden." Hsre Hiram's mother interposed, and reminded her son of the fact that she saw him enter iho garden with hit hatchet. "How is this, my son?" said the father. The young hero now exhibited that reticence which has sinco becomo the principal element of bis greatness. He looked at the tround and said "nary a tiling." At length ho exclaimed, "Oh, pa I 1 forgot 1 If you will givo me tho big black pup and a cigar, and take me lo tho hurse races on next Saturday, I will tell you all ubout it." "Come into my arms, you dearest boy," cried the' father, you have paid tne for my tree a thousand fold. Such an act of heroism in my sou is worth more than a thousand such trees, though covered with blossoms of silver and laden with fruits of purest gold." It was such lessons aa this, received b ncalh the paternal roof, that prepared our hero for his brilliant career. Had his father been passionate and capricious in his family, nnd neglected the proper training of his children, nur immortal her.- might have turned out to boa stupid Washington, and called down upon him- self the contempt of those who now do him reverence Life of (irant by l.is father. IJoBF.nT CoLLYEU ItEI.ATEB AN ANEC DOTE. Kev, Mr. Cullycr contributes this lo i lie Chicago Journal: A paragraph in yuur journal this morning, about a visit an English editor made to a clergy man who feeds and clothes a family of ten on an iucuine of one hundred and filty puunds a year, reminds me of a talk I had with tho Itev, Charles Vuysey, in the summer of '71. He was then a cler gyman in the Church of England, and was rector of a church which gave him a very lair living; but belore this be bad bean a curaie in London, with a vory large family (us ministers gonerally have) and an income less than a hundred pounds a yeur not mure than eighty, if my mem ory serves me. It was desperate work, he said to make ends meet so desperate that there came a time when there was not a penny or a crust left in the house. ora pint ol milk fur the bairns. "Then," said he, "I sut down tn think what I should do; and when I bad made up my mind about tbo course I must take, I went up to u y wile as noblo and true a woman as this world ever heard of and said, 'My der, we have dono our very best, and this is tho end. Now, 1 will tell you what we must do. We are citi zens vf London, have paid our ratea and tuxes right along, and are entitled to all tho help theie is. We will go to tha poor house to morrow morning and ask them to take us in. . We have a perfect right to go there, and we will go.1 Sho said, 'that is right,' and began at one to get ready to go to the poorhouse ; but mat day i got a letter Irom some one, inclosing five pcunds. There wsa no signature ; I don't knew to this day who sent it, but that nve pounds saved us from taking thut step, aud tided us over to quarter day," Counsel f"to witness1! "Vnnr atr what is tho character of the plaintiff in this suit?" Witness "Her ebarsctsr is slightly matrimonial." Counsel "What do ynu mean by slightly matrimonial character?'' Witness "She has been married seten times." A Rochester girl made use of 820 given her by a lover, lo got married to another fellow ; moreover hiding the former's dollies while he was in bed so that ho could nut come dowu stairs and forbid the banns. A bride of fourteen is on exhibiton at Niagara ibis season She looks younger, and child like wipes ber eyes with her iipruu when she cries. She bed her first row with her husband last Wednesday called bim a nasty man, and said she wsnted to seo her ma. A Boston girl rejoices in th pretty name nf Elizabeth Martha taliua Osor gisna Augusta Cuhsm Burrows. They eall her Lizzie Maitie Line GeorfO Gus ie "for short'! and she writ fe '"iiiasmjr j,pesv' ft oa.