Rensselaer Republican, Volume 14, Number 20, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 2 February 1882 — Page 7

GUILTY.

A Jury’s Just Judgment —The Guiteau Inspiration Business at an End. And the Villain Must Stretch . Hemp Lik any Other v Murderer. FIFTY-SECOND DAY. As soon as the court opened, Judge Porter was about to begin his speech, when the prisoner forestalled him, and called out from the dock: “I desire to say that some crank has signed my name to a letter that appeared in a paper this morning. It was without any authority, and I repudiate it. I also want to say in -regard to a couple of cranks, who, I understand, have been arrested for hanging around here, that : if they undertake to harm me, they ■will be shot down. I want every one to understand this.” Judge Porter, who had paused to permit this preliminary announcement, began by saying: ‘*Theprisoner, as usual, has made the opening speech.” After thanking the court and jury for their consideration yesterday, which had made it possible for him to appear before them to-day, Judge Porter said: ‘-This whole department has been a sham and imposture —an imposture which was supposed to have gained a strength of credence from reiteration. The truth asserted by this defense is that truth which is uttered with effrontery enforced by persistency and re-duplicated by reiteration. This is the truth which they assert in opposition to that truth Which you are to ascertain and declare. In my remarks yesterday I showed you how the prissoner has belied by his acts the character given him by his counsel. I showed you that he had been a liar, a murderer, and a swindler at heart, from the beginning. That this man has grown worse every year of his life, we have all seeu and known.” Guiteau That’s bosh, and you know it, Porter. Judge Porter cont inued to depict the character of the prisoner and the fallacies of his defense, when Guiteau again and again interruptedjhim.at one time calling out: “Attorney-General MacVeagh wouldn’t have anything to do with it.” Judge Porter, half replying to the prisoner, said, “And this v hristiaa gentleman would have you even believe that Attorney-General MacVeagh had dipped his hands in Garfield’s blood. Guiteau—Gh, that’s very flue A moment later, allusion having been made by Judge Porter to the present Attorney General, Guiteau bawled out: “He’s a high-toned gentleman, and you are a wine-bibber. I’ve got your record, Mr. Porter.” Judge Porter (with deliberation)— ■Well, perhaps I am. Guiteau (with a drawing accent)— Well, I guess you are, Mr. Judge Porter.

Continuing, Judge Porter said: “This Christian gentleman, who prays every night and every morning, would have you believe that lam a wine feibber,” With great effect and impressive manner, Judge Porter em pbasieed, by an anecdote which he related, the distinction between the spirit of love and the spirit of evil; the latter being expressed in the life and character of the prisoner. Referring to the decision of Judge Martin of New Jersey, which had been re-enforced by a decision in Ohio, he was again interrupted by Bcoville, •who desired to know if the arguments were te be heard again upon the law points.

A sharp colloquy between counsel ensued, when Judge Porter removed the ottectioH by handing his authority to the Judge, saying it will answer every purpose of mine, your Honor, if you should have occasion to rule upon 4hat point. , Returning again to the crime and its commission, Judge Porter said: •■“Who killed Garfield?” Guiteau— I The doctors. Porter—The doctors? Guiteau—Yes; the Lord let them do At to confirm, my act. Judge Porter—Secretary Blaine was responsible? Guiteau—l say morally responsible. Porter—Mr. Blaine saved his life on that night before the murder simply •by his presence with him as they walked together. He might have saved his life oh that fatal 2d of July, but from the tact that the murderer stole up Jrom behind. Then Blaine is morally responsible -for not preventing the crime. The prisoner confessed that Mrs. Garfield’s presence with her hustband on a former occasion had presented Mm from shooting. He was «sked if Mrs. Garfield had been leaning upon his arm instead of Blaine on thac fatal morning, would have shot him, and he answered “no.” Then Mrs. Garfield is responsible for her husband’s death, according to the fallacies of the wretchedly fa'laclous defense. Referring to the oratorical, flight of counsel for defense

when he painted the President’s widow at her daily prayers, praying for the acquittal of the prisoner in the name of justice, Judge Porter, in burning language, showed up the profanity and inconsistency of such assertions, and rebuked the assumption of the man who had never exchanged a word with Mrs. Garfield, in presuming to credit her *with such monstrous sentidien ts. Continuing, Judge Porter said: “Who else is responsible? John H. Noyes, he is responsible. He killed Garfield. John H. Noyes, from whom the prisoner stole his lectures.”

Guiteau—That is false. I rely on my own brains for my productions. ji“Who else?” said Porter. “His father is responsible. That father whom he struck when eighteen years old: He killed President Garfield—that father whom he says he can never forgive, and with whom he had not, for the last fifteen years of his honored life, exchanged a word. Who else is responsible? Why, the' mother—the mother whom he scarcely even remembers, who was guilty of the monstrosity of having an attack of erysipelas, so as to necessitate the cutting off of her hair some weeks before his birth, and who for this reason, it is asserted, transmitted congenital insanity to this murderer. Who else is responsible? Why, Uncle Francis killed Garfield. Uncle Francis, who, as we are heing disappointed in love, either killed the husband of the woman he loved or fought a sham duel, and long after became demented. Then Cousin Abby—she is responsible—who, unfortunately, was taken possession of by one of this Guiteau tribe—a traveling mesmerist—and her young mind so wrought upon that finally she, for better protection, was sent to the insane asylum. She killed Garfield, by making this murderer ineaue, and as if all this were not enough to kill President Garfield.”

Guiteau There’s enough to kill your case, according to your own showing. Judge Porter—Why the Chicago Convention killed him. If it hadn’t nominated him he would not have been killed. His nomination was the act of God. His election was the act of God, says the prisoner, and he would have us believe the Deity who had thus tjice confirmed his choice, found it necessary to correct his labors by appointing this wretched swindler, this hypocrite, syphilitic monstrosity, to murder the President, whose nomination and election he had confirmed. Tlie Press killed Garfield, and the press is arraigned by the prisoner, and, without an indictment, the press is found guilty by the murderer. But; fortunately, they are found guilty only by the blistered tongue of a murderous liar himself After recess Judge |Porter resumed his argument, and pointed out the cunning, the duplicity, the acting of the prisoner since the beginning of the trial. “You are, gentleman of the jury, no more kings in respect of the law than is the prisoner in the dock, who sits uncrowned save with his own conceit.” Referring to the oft-repeat-ed assertion that he had sent Garfield prepared to meet his God, and he (Guiteau), too, was ready to die, if God willed it, Judge Porter, with deliberate emphasis, said: “I do not believe, in all this assemblage there is one soul that contemplates with such abject terror the possibility of finding his Maker as does this brazen murderer.”

Guiteau whirled around with the ferocity of a wild beast, and fairly yelled : “That’s a miserable lie, and you know it, Porter, and you are an infernal scoundrel. I hope God Almighty will send for you soon—both you and Corkhill. Such a miserable sinking whine as that is.” ‘‘The law,” said Judge Porter, “as it hears upon this case, is supreme. The court and" you are but simply Godmade men, under the obligation of a solemn oath, to bring in your verdict under the law and facts.” Summing the questions presented by the case upon which they were soon to be called upon to pass, Judge Porter said: The first of the questions for you to consider is

1. Was the prisoner insane on the 2d of July? If he was not, the case is at an end and your sworu duty is ended. 2. (If you reach thatl, if he was insane on that day, was he insane to that degree that on the 2d of July he did not know that murder was morally and legally wrong? if he was not insane to that degree, you are bound,under your oaths to convict him. 3. If* in utter disregard of his confession under oath, you shall find that he actually and honestly believed that God had commanded him to kill President ’ Garfield, and that he was under that delusion, unlessyou find the further fact that such delusion disabled him from knowing that such an act was morally and legally wrong, you are bound, under your oaths, to convict him. 4. If you find that such delusion did exist, and that God commanded hin\to do the act, and that such delusion was the sole product of insanity, then, and then only, you acquit him. When you find he was Unable to control his own will, you must remember that under oath he has sworn he was able to control It, for he said: ‘‘Had Mrs. Garfield been with him at the depot on the 2d of July, I would not have shot him.” 5. If you find that even though he was partially insane, it resulted from Ins own malignity, his own depravity, yet still you are bound, under the in-

of the court, to convict him. .6. If, upon the whole case yog have no resonable doubt whether he was partially or wholly insane; if you believe that he knew his act was legally and morally wrong, you are, under your oaths, bound to convict him. i “Thelaw,” said Judge Porter, “is founded on reason, and it must not be said that an American jury shall override the law and establish a principle which will let murder aud rape and arson lun riot through the land.” fiftY-thibd day.

As usual, Guiteau opened the proceedings of the court/by announcing: “My sister las been doing some silly talking in Chicago. She means well, but she’s no lawyer.” Judge Porter immediately resumed his argument. Admonished by the failing snow aud the severity of the weather from which he had suffered, and from which, doubtless, the jury had suffered, he felt it necessary to vary somewhat from his original intentions and trust to the intelligence and honor of the jury to supply his defects. He would not, therefore, linger over the dry details of the evidence. Feeling it imparatively necessary that this case should be brought to a couclusion as soon as possible, he would simply touch upon a few salient points of the evidence. “John W. Guiteau,” said Judge Porter, “I believe to be an honorable man. He came here ready to contribute his means, bis evidence, and his services to save a brother’s life and an honored father’s name, and yet the truth comes from his lips that must impress upon every one of you the conviction that on the 2d of July this prisoner was as sane as you or I, or the Judge upon this bench.” Beading from the evidence of J. W. Guiteau, and commenting upon it, Judge Porter said of the prisoner: “He has two faces—” Guiteau—How many have you got?

Judge Porter —He has two faces—one showing the sanctity of the Pharisee. and the other the hideous grin of a fiend that possesses him. As he continued to read from J. W. Guiteau’s testimony relative to his last interview with the prisoner, Guiteau interrupted with such comments a 3 “What I say, is always true, Judge Porter; what you say is generally false.” “I never said so.” “That is absolutely false.” Proceeding, Judge Porter contrasted the life conduct and deceitful practices of the prisoner with the Apostle Paul, in the light of the prisoner’s assumption that he, like Paul, was honestly engaged doing the Lord’s work. Paul never palmed off brass watches for gold.

“Neither did I,” spoke up Guiteau. “Paul never swindled his creditors out of their just does,” continued Porter. “Oh, you’re a blood-man,” retaliated Guiteau. “You belong to Judas’ tribe.” The picture drawn by Judge Porter was anything but a lovely one, and provoke the prisoner to most abusive retorts. “You’re a liar, and you know it; and I tell you so to your face, Judge Porter,” he called out. Continuing to read from evidence, Judge Porter was again and again interrupted by the prisoner, who called out: “Read the record; that’s bigger than my brother. He’s no brother to me, and never has'been till he came to this trial. It’s contemptible in you to speak about my brother in the way you do.”

Judge Porter, in an apparently incidental way, spoke of the horror and detestation with which men of all parties and all shades of opinion looked upon the prisoner, and the unanimity with which they execiate this act. “You’re a liar, and you know it,” shouted the prisoner with the energy of desperation: “the American people are on my side, and so is the press.” As Judge Porter continued his arraignment of the prisoner, Guiteau winced and nervously twisted in his seat, and finally drowned the voice of Judge Porter, who gave way to bis clamor. In savage tones he snouted : “A saint from heaven couldn’t stand the abuse of that man Porter, and I won’t stand it. I wilf relieve my mind. The idea of this man trying to make me out a fighting man, a man of bad character, and all that. It’s a lie, and he knows it. He’s a liar, and I’ll call him so.”

Judge Porter—l am sjmply giving the sworn statement of his own brother. Guiteau—He’s no brother of mine. I wouldn’t have spoken to him at the Fifth Avenue Hotel last Summer. I have nothing against him, but I don’t like his style. I did not like my fathers style, either. My sister sympa-. thizes with me, and my brother sympathizes with my father. I want that understood. It’s contemptible in that man Porter to undertake to convince the jury that I’m an unprincipled, bau mau. The interruptions of the prisoner became more violent and frequent, till reinforced by an objoction of Scovllle, the clamor and pin, for the moment resembled a small Babel. Scoville finally made himself heard, and desired au exception to be noticed to the statement of the construction put on the evidence by Judge Porter a sharp discussion ensued, during which' the prisoner made himself heard from the dock,

shouting, “It’s an outrage for that man to be allowed to speak. He ought to be under arrest for his insolence. It has been nothing but one strain of abuse from him all the morning. It’s enough to provoke a saint from heaven. It’s a disgrace upon a court of justice.” The bailiffs undertook to quiet the prisoner, and succeeded in drawing his attention from the dispute of the counsel, and attracting his abuse to themselves. It seemed for a moment more than possible that his vicious demonstration might provoke some of the officers beyond the point of endurance, and perhaps to the point of assuming the functions of the court in administering wholesome and muchneeded discipline. Judge Cox called for the reading from the stenographer’s notes of the passage which had caused the dispute, andpromptly decided againßt Scoville’s demand “that counsel be stopped.” Passing to the testimony of Dr. Spitzka, Judge Porter said: “I wonder, if Lucifer were on trial, would Dr. Spitzka pronounce him a moral imbecile a moral monstrosity. Satan fell from his high estate.” Pausing a moment. Judge Porter said: “Contrast the conduct of this vindictive, cowardly wretch, with Charlotte Corday, who walked peacefully to the soaffold, with her hands folded over the cross upon her breast, and a serene smile that denoted her willingness to suffer death for her country and the patriotism that instigated her act.” “I ain’t afraid to die either,” shouted the prisoner. “You may put my body in the ground if you can, but I tell you this nation will go down in blood if you harm a hair of my head.” Next Judge Porter compared the prisoner to Wilkes Booth, and showed the latter to be almost a patriot compared with the cowardly assassin now on trial. “For Booth was actuated by a mistaken motive of patriotism, and was a man of manhood and manliness. But this sneaking, oowardly wretch could plan for his victim’s death and his own safety at the same time, and murdered his man for revenge andfnotoriety.” Guiteau—“l shot my man in broadday light, and don’t you forget it, Porter.”

Pressing the assertion that Guiteau was actuated by revenge and a desire for notoriety, Judge Porter compared him to a noted criminal ; in Europe. “I don’t recall his name,” said Judge Porter, “but he said, ‘I am the ugliest man in Europe.’ ” “Well, you wasn’t there,” interrupted Guiteau. “You’ll be the ugliest man i 1 history, though ’’ Continued Judge Porter (quoting)— “I would rather be the ugliest man in Europe and have notoriety, than remain in the ranks of mediocrity.” After recess, Judge Porter resumed: “There is one man between you and the grave of the slaughtered President, who knows whether bis defense is a sham one or not.” Judge Porter then read from the*ietter of the prisoner to his father in which he said: “For years I was haunted with the idea that I was cutout for some great mission, but uow I am convinced that it was a devilish delusion, and denounce my vanity aui egotism.” “His whole life,” said Judge Porter, “was in accord, and all the evidence substantiated the assumption that revenge and a morbid desire for notoriety actuated the prisoner.” Porter concluded his argument and Judge Cox read his charge to the jury. Guilty. A special to the Journai, Indianapolis last night, states that the jury in the Guiteau case returned a verdict of guilty, after having been out only a few minutes. The penalty which is fixed by law, is death.

Historical Items.

Henery 111. was the first English King who wore spurs with rowels. Six hundred lions were killed at one show given by the Roman Pompey. -Archimedes invented a screw for facilitating irrigation in Egypt, B. C. 2-50. i The first alter mentioned in Scripture was erected by Noah after the flood. Gibbon beg&n to write his “Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire” in Lon don in 1772. In Moscow the plague introduced by the Turkish army carried off 20.000 victims in a month. During the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries in France, guilty animals suffered death on the gallows. Grasshoppers were venerated in Greece both as sacred and musical. The Athenians wore gold ones in their hair to denote the antiquity of their race. The body of Julius Ciesar was borne to the grave on the shoulders of the magistrates; Augustus by the Senators and Germanicus by the tribuue and centurions.

Colorado Rattlesnakes.

Ban Francisco Bulletin. The ratlleshake found on the Colorado plains are mottled and of a grayish tint—so nearly the color of the cactus and the <, which never fakes on a vivid green, that a person might paKS vi-ry near and not see it, did it not svund its warning rattle. The reptile crtcps iuto cellars, under board and a general watchfulness is illv ay) i"! o dar. The harvesters must keep a sharp lookout for this deadly enemy. When the stacks of hay are removed, it is no uncommon thing to find snakes under them, or to hear the sharp; defiant rattle as a bunch of grass is tossed on the load.

What the Funny Fellows Bay.

An honest man is the noblest pursuit of woman.—San Francisco Wasp. Did it ever oocur to to you that a swan’s up side Is never down?—Boston Times. “What a lovely vase! Antique?” “No, modern.” “What a pity; it is so pretty.”—Quiz. The best description we have ever heard of a slow man was That he was too slow to get out of his own way.— Lowell Courier. Upon what grounds would ypu feel disposed to eat up one of your most intimate friends if ne sat down the break fast with you? Upon the grounds of Ids being a pal at table morsel.— Judy. “Put him iu the calendar.”—lnspector—“Who is the Patron Saint of Eng-. land?” Boy—“ St. George.” Inspector. “The Patron Saint of Scotland ?” Boy—“ St. Andrew.” Inspector—“Or Ireland?” Boy—“ Mr. Gladstone.” [Good-boy! So he is.]— Judy. Epitaph said to be copied from a tombstone in the cemetery of Montmartre: “Here lies Joseph X., who for twenty years after the death of his wife lived iu the society of his mother-in-law, and died in the certain hope of a better world beyond.”—From the French. *«. Atopper—Small yet energetic snip—■ “Cheviot suit, sir.” (Measures him Besult—6 feet 2 inches, 40 inches round the chest.) “Nothing quite your size, sir, ’moug the readies; but will you please to step up to our designing department, aud see our head architect?” —Judy. What miserably-useless, unnecessary questions folks ask ’ Said a south end ladM: “My husband aocidently stepped his bare foot on a hot poker this morning.” And a neigbor propounded the query: “Did he swear?”—Boston Post. “Yes,” he said to his confidential friend, “I am engaged to her, and I suppose I ought to bs very happy: but, somehow I am worried about a former attachment of hers. There’s that infer nal blackguard, Jones, who—” “Why, bless my soul: you stupid fellow, she bates him like poison.” “Yes, yes, I know—that’s what troubles me She hates him too bitterly not to have loved him once.”—San Francisco Wasp.

Men and dogs.

Colorado Letter of Dio Lewis •. The best of these shepherd dogs are worth S2OO, or even more. One herder whom we met at Cold Springs Ranch, showed us a very pretty one that he said he would not sell for SSOO. She had at that time four youug puppies. The night we arrived “we visited his camp and were greatly interested in the little mother and her nursiug babies. Amid those wild mountains, this little nest of motherly devotion and baby trust was verp beautiiul. While we we were exclaiming, the assistant herder came to say that there were more than twenty sheep missing. Two male dogs, both larger than the little mother, were standing about, with their hands in their breeches, doing nothing. But the herdei said neither Tom nor Dick would flud them. Flora must go. It was urged by the assistants that her foot was sor •, she had been hard at work all day. was nearly worn out, and must sucklfrher puppies. The boss insisted that she must go. The sun was setting. There was no time to lose. Flora was called, and told to hunt for lost sheep, while her master pointed to a great forest, through the edge of which they had Eassed on their way up. She raised er head, but seemed very loath to leave her babies. The bosH called sharp ly to her. She rose, looking very tired and low-spirited, with head and tail down, and trotted off toward the forest. I said. “That is to bad.” “Oh, she’ll be right back. She’s light ning on stray sheep. The next morning I went over to learn wheather Flora found the strays. While we were speaking the sheep were returning, driven by the little dog who did not raise her hea l or wag her tail even when spoken to, but craw led to her puppies and lay down oy them, ottering the little empty breasts. She had been out all night, and, while her hungry babies were tugging away fell adeep. I have never seen anything so toucidng. So far as I was concerned, “there was not a dry eye in the house ” How often that scene comes back to me—the vast, gloomy forest, and that little creature, with the sore foot and her heart crying for her babies, limping and creeping about in the wild canyons all through the long dark hours, finding and gathering in the lost sheep. I wonder if any nreacher of the gospel ever searched for lost sheep under circumstances so hard’ and* with such painful sacrifices? Bu.t, then, we must not expect too much of men. It is the dog tnat stands for fidelity and sacrifice. The best part of man is the dog that is in him.

What Ewell Wished to Do at Gettysburg.

A letter has been published, written by General George G. Meade In 1876, in regard to the battle of Gettysburg, in which he relates the following, wUlcu he claims as a “historical fact:” “Lieutenant General Ewell, in a conversation held with me shortly alter the war, asked what would have been the effect if at 4 p. m. on the Ist he had occupied Culp's Hill aud established batteries on it. I told him that in the theu-cocdition ot the Eleventh and First Corps, with their morale affected by their withdrawal to Cemetery Ridge with the loss of over half their numbers in killed, wounded and missing (of the 6 000 prisoners we lost on the field nearly all came from these corps on the first <’ .>), his occupation of Culp’s Hill, with batteries commanding the whole of Cemetery Ridge, would have produced the evacuation of that ridge and the withdrawal of the troops by the Baltimore pike and Tarrytown and Emmittsburg roads. He then informed me that at 4. p. m. on the Ist, he had his corps, 20,000 strong, in column of attack aud on the point of moving on Culp’s Hill, which he saw was unoccupied aud commanded Cemetery Ridge, when be received an order from General Lee directing him to assume the defensive and not advanoe; that be sent to General Lee urging to be permitted to advance with his ireserves, but the reply was a reiteration of the previous order. To my inquiry why Lee had restrained him he said our troops coming up (Slocum's) were

.□ visible, and Lee was under the impression the greater part of my army was on the ground, and deemed it prudent to await the rest of hie, as you quote from his report.”

The Kentucky Tragedy.

Indianapolis Times Jan 20th, The quadruple murder and suicide near Lancaster, Ky,, reported by telegraph in the Times of yesterday, was one of the most horrible affairs ever recorded. The murderer, James B. Wilmot, was a much-respected farmer, in good circumstances, aud abont sixtyfive yean old. He had indorsed for a neighbor to the amount ofs4so.and had been obliged to pay the debt. This loss seems to nave affected him to such an extent that continual brooding upon the aubjoet drove him insane. On Wednesday he arose at an early hour and lighted a fire, then went to the room of his mother, and with an ax, nearly served her head from her body. ‘Next he visited the room occupied by his two daughters, aged, respectively, about twenty aud fifteen, and killed them. By the time this was done his wife entered the room, and a struggle ensued between her aud thecrazy man, ending in her being fearfully cut causing her death almost iustautly. The hired girl, Alice Colvin, being aroused by the noise, came down stairs, and meeting Wilmot, was told that -he had killed his family and meant to kill himself. She ran out of the room, seized the youngest son, aged ten, and escaped to a neighbor’s. Abeut this time tbe oldest son appeared on the sceue, aud the father attempted ta shoot him. He struggled with him for a while, and suooeeded in turning aeide the gun so that it was discharged into the ceiliug, aud then hroke away ami tied for help. On returning, Wilmot was found hanging by the neck in his barn, and quite dead.

Cheerfulness.

The Fortnightly Kovtew. Of ail the surface qualities—l use the word “surface” not as excluding “substance,” but rather implying it—none is more noteworthy among the Japanese than their cheerfuluess at work. It is a quality shared by all classes aud common to all employments. The Japanese statesman dictates a dispatch or discusses a cabinet question with a smile on his face; the financier, more astonishing yet, smiles over the intricacies of a deficient budget; the K teacher smiles during every pause in is sermon; the writer at tils desk; the shop-keeper smiles while chaffering with his customer, the servant on receiving his master’s orders, the smith while forging, the , metal, the potter manlpiilatlug the 61ay, the husbandman as he wades knee keep in mud across tbe rice fields, tbe bargeman propelliug bis clumsy boat against wind aud tide, the coolie straining to lift tbe heaviest loud, nay, even the convict at hiH forced labor at the roadside. And what is more, a very slight occasion will broaden the smile into a hearty laugh. All this is true and genuine good humor, based firstly, no doubt, on a good digestion, but also on a remarkably elastic temperment,great courage, ami tbe sound, good sense that everywhere aud every bow make tbe best of things. Had Mark Tapley been somewhat more of a gentleman in manners, be might have passed for aa average Japanese.

Sad Story of Culture.

Boston Saturday Gazette. A somewhat absent-minded Boston lady, who occupies a highly favored position in the literary world, gives an amusing account of her latest “brown study” and its effect ou the London public. She was dressing to go out with a blind friend one day last summer, and having completed her toilet, joined him at the door, when they proceeded leisurely through some or the most fashionably-frequented streets to their destination. She at last observed the people looking curiously at her.and uot being given to vanity, wondered why, but still walked on, chatting contentedly wlthjher friend. Suddenly a peculiar glance from a passer-by caused her to put her hand to her bead, when, lo! her bonnet wasnotthpre! Of course it had dropped off, and rushing into a shop site wrote out a minute description,with reward offered,of the missing article, and had it placed in the windows of the shops along the route they had come, then seeking the seclusion of a cab hastened borne as Boon as might be. On entering her room the first object that greeted her now fully awakened vision was the bonnet, that had never been taken out walking at ail, reposing quietly on the bed.

The Season for Fairs.

New York Suu. The season of fairs is again at hand. Churili fairs, charitable fairs, children’s lairs, fairs for discharging mortgages and paying debts, all find their best opportunity in the monih of December, since they can fill booths with gifts for the holidays, and buyers can combine benevolence with business. The various excitements of the lottery, whether in the form of the liish pond and the grab bag, where every body gets a prize, or in the regular rattling for prizes, continue to be a prominent attraction iu these fairs. Of course, the flower arbors, the fortune teller’s cave, the post office, and Rebecca’s well maintain their popularity, and there are generally side shows of plans of Jerusalem “Punch and Judy, tableaux, or what not. But ■ the greatest rage is that of voting canes, swords, badges, or other emblems to the most popular policeman, preacher, soldier, statesman, or sexton, This is usually the most exciting feature of a fair: aud as it is the one which earns by far the largest amount of money in proportion to the intrinsic vklue of the goods awarded, it Is likely te continue In favor with the managers of these entertainments.

The Largest Cow.

Marshalltown KepitblTcuu. Probably the largest cow in the world is owned by Martin S. Stakep, of Grayville, White County, Illinois. Bhe is seven years tld, and weighs 3,000 pounds, 174 hands high, 10i feet long from the end of nose to the buttock,l74 feet from the no-e to the end of tail, 8 feet 9 Inches around the girt, 20 Inches arpund tie forearm, and 31 inches acrosa the hips. She haw been exnibited in four States— lllinois, Indiana, Missouri, abd Tennessee. She is white aud red, mostly the latter, well formed, and a perfect heautvAfternoon private theatricals are very fashionable In London and couiw try houses in England.