Rensselaer Republican, Volume 17, Number 30, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 2 April 1885 — Page 6

UNDER A SEA SPELL . Ohl de*r Clark Hvsse.i come sail with me. And wo‘ll cliqjb the “ooinb" ot the “yeasty the “:ee scuppers" “taut” and And “fly" ths gay "helm” from the “locker” must 4 < We'll ait on the “spanker” in “boom”-lng weather, And smoke t’>e “bo's-un’s" “pipe” together; We'll sup on "pannikins" rich and brown. And witt ‘coppers” of “spuds" Will wash them down;' White you "clew up” the “sextant” with “binnacle” “stars," ril fill the “studding sa'ls" with “haze." When the “scuttle butts” are “yawp ng” wide, We'll sit on the “port” “lox" side by side; We’ll pace the * halyards” wih happy feet. While the “futtock shrouds” and the “ratlines” meet: We’ll “sight” the “grampus" “athwart” the And “gig" him “astern” the “bows" “N. E.;” We’il "royar-ly d ne on the “cable” at ease. And pluck the fruit from the full “cross trees.” .and in the “vang" of th»pale moonlight. We’ll lounge on the * dog vane” and “box” his “bight." The “mate” will “batten" the “deck” to the “tiller," And “let fix ” the *cuddy" so the breeze will “All her ” As the “f tar flakes” pulse in the “gray-green" a’r, We'U kindle the “compass" and get up a “flare;" While you “keep watch” in the “skipper's “keel ** I'll “go below” and “brace" the “wheel."; Oh I never fear to “sh p" with me, , p Tour yarns have made me “jam up”—on the sea! ' —Harper's Magazine,

MATER DOLOROSA. Because of one dear infant head i With go’den hair. To me all little heads < A halo wear: And for one saintly face I know Ail babes are fair. Because of two wide, earnest eyes Of heavenly blue. Which looked with yearning gaze My sad soul through, All eves now fill mine own with tears Whate’er their hue. Because of I'ttle death-marked lips, Which once did call My name in plaintive tones, No voices tall Upon my ear in va n appeal worn children amall. ■ - Two Itttle hands held in my own Long, long ago, Ndw causes me as I wander through This world of woe, To clasp each baby hand stretched out In fear or foe. The lowest cannot plead in vain, I loved him so. —Ol 0- Hahn, in the Current.

JOHN BROWN AND CAPT. COOK.

Interesting Reminiscences of the Harper’s Ferry Trials. I had long desired, for a literary purpose, to obtain from Senator Daniel W. Voorhees his reminiscences of the trial of John Brown, where he was counsel for Capt John E. Cook, and made in Cook’s behalf one of the most remarkable speeches in causes celebres of history. Mr. Voorhees is so much employed in his public avocations that it ■was with as much difficulty as reluctance that he obliged me with this most interesting story. I have undertaken to jot it down for myself, but perhaps waen X nave finished it, it mny be better preserved in print. I think there con be no impropriety in the publication if I so conclnde. Beginning slowly and with reflection, Mr. Voorhees spoke to mesomewhat as follows, though I cannot exactly give his words: “I have refrained from talking on the subject of my employment in the Harper’s Ferry trials of twenty-five years ago. Some things connected with me there I probably cannot speak of now. , I think, however, that you have had some, bias established in your mind to the prejudice of my client, Capt Cook, as one of John Brown’s band, and it is due to the memory of that poor boy that I should tell you that my defense of him was not his defense; that he had no part in it; that I, in the effort to save his life, chose my own course, consulting nobody but his brother-in-law, Governor Ashbel Willard, of Indiana, who was a Democrat, like myself. Cook was as determined a follower of John Brown as anyone in that band. I believe that he was as brave a man as any of those invaders. His nerve was as good as his courage. He had a gentle, affectionate nature, and in our attempt to save his life the inference might properly be drawn that he put us upon that line of defense. Such was not the case. We were Democrats and he was an Abolitionist We made the only effort to save his life in our power, and that was by representing him as having been .under the influence of a powerful mind like John Brown.

“Had Governor Willard ever met this brother-in-law, Cook ?” “Yes, I think he had; but not for some years. He told me that when the information came that the young man had been born in Haddam, Connecticut, Mrs. Willard and her sister Kate had concluded that he must be their missing brother. ‘Voorhees,’ said he, ‘we thought you would go. Bad as the boy’s act has been, I am going to stand by him? " The Senator then continued: “We traveled by railroad direct for Harper’s Ferry, and we went so fast that we arrived there during the day, while Cook himself had only been taken through Harper’s Ferry to Charlestown the same morning. He had to be brought by conveyance, while we came by steam. He had therefore been in Charlestown jail only a few hours. When we got out of the cars at Harper’s Ferry, so soon after this memorable raid, the people of the village, still suspicious of strangers, looked at ps, and asked somequestionsindicative of ‘ their feelings. . “Joseph McDonald had come with us from Indianapolis. He Was a Democrat and Attorney General of Indiana. While we were in this unsettled State, with the villagers pressing around ns, none of whom probably had ever heard even of Governor Willard, notwithstanding he had made the memorable contest against Oliver P. Morton and beat him for Governor, some one said that Governor Floyd, a member of the cabinet at Washington from the State of Virginia, was in the armory grounds at that time. Governor Willard knew Floyd, and asked to be taken to him. Floyd wA# the Secretary of War. He was a fine-looking, typical Virginian, with curling dark hair, rather eaglelike nose, and warm temperament. His misfortune, I think, generally came from his personal fealty to his friends. He received Willard with kindness, heard the statement that Cook was probably his brother-in-law, and said

he would send us off to Charlestown without further embarrassment “Now," remarked Mr. Voorhees, “I had not gone to Harper’s Ferry under any great belief that my services would be really required. I thought that Willard had labored under some paisapprehension; that this young Outlaw could not be the brother of his wife, whom I knew very well, apd who was « beautiful woman and a highly intelligent one. This opinion I continued to have until we reached Charlestown and entered the jail. It is a popular mistake to say that the people of Charlestown were turbulent or offensive. There were a good many peojfie there, and they wore a determined, significant look, but they were quiet. Governor Willard led all the proceedings we took at that moment, and when it was said that Senator Mason, of Virginia, was in town he asked at once to be taken to him. Mason was a very fine-looking man of considerable hauteur. As a Virginian, he was sensitive to the attack made on his neighbors. I had never seen him be f owe. Willard, however, was quite his match in address. Gov. Willard was one of the noblestlooking men I ever saw. and perhaps the greatest natural leader Indiana ever had. He was a very young man when he died,'soon after these occurrences, but he had swept our State like a tornado against a man as able as Morton, and was the idol of the Democracy out there. He stood tall, with his head well thrown back, and when he introduced himself to Mr. Mason, Mason seemed to feel the equality. Mr. Mason went with us to the jail. We entered that building and passed into a hall or corridor and were taken into quite a large room. Nobody was in that room but a rather small young man, who was sitting near the window with his cheek in the hollow of his hand. He was looking out of the window in an abstracted way, as at something far off. I was the last one to enter. Mr. Mason, I think, went in first But I looked in that room as we came to it, and there 1 saw stamped on that young man’s face, though he was of a mere flaxen complexion than his sister, the unmistakable likeness of Carrie Willard. My heartjbegan to droop. I had tjie evidence before me that Willard had not been mistaken in the identity of the young man. I was so much overcome for a moment that I did not enter the room, but paced the hall outside. I knew that I had to defend this youth upon the terrible charges against him. “When I went to the room Gov. Willard was sitting near this young man and Senator Mason was looking at them both from a chair. I do not think much, if anything, had been said. The young man had now turned his face around, still keeping his hand as he sat against his cheek, and he looked, at •Willard with a distant recognition as if. he was not decided about welcoming him. He had a broad* forehead, fine long locks of brown hair, a nearly transparent skin, in which you could see the blue veins, a smooth face, and the chin firm though slight. He had a fine mouth apd beautiful white teeth in it, as I saw afterward. He was looking at Willard as at a friend who might now be an enemy and without very great concern, but like one wearied. I will not attempt,” said Mr. Voorhees,'“to repeat the conversation, though it was not long. It was something like this: ‘John,’said Gov. Willard, ‘how camo you to be in such company? These men are of a different sort from you. You have been better bred, better educated.’ The young man replied without any excitement, that he was there. Gov. Willard then said: ‘John, why have you not written to your sister? They loved you, and you have been lost to them for two or three years.’ Cook replied in the same wearied, dreamy way, turning his face back from the window out of which he had looked with the same air of dreaminess: ‘I have been in Kansas and out where I had a good many things to think of. Sometimes I have not had the facilities to write. At other times I have been too much engaged.’ ‘But, John,’ said the governor, looking at him with all his might, ‘what were you doing in Kansas or anywhere with these outrageous criminals and disturbers of your country’s peace ? I want you to tell me how you came in such company.’

“Cook then dropped his hand and looked firmly in Gov. Willard’s face, and his blue eyes distended and flashed, and as he raised his upper lip I could see those fine white teeth shine. Said he: ‘Ashbel, I went to Kansas three years ago to get my living and disturb no man. I had no intention of disturbing the peace anywhere, but the border ruffians had come into Kansas to do as they pleased. I was going from Leavenworth to Lawrence with a cherished friend, Alexander Stuart, when a band of these border ruffians rode up to us and fired "upon us, and they killed my friend by. my side. His blood was spilled upon my garments. He died in my arms. I raised my rifle and emptied two of their saddles. For this act a price was put upon my head, and I was hunted like a wolf.’ As Cook spoke these words he"turned his face from his brother-in-law and looked right at James M. Mason, as if he instinctively guessed that man to be in sympathy with those border ruffians. Mason was a proud man, but as he heard these words his mind seemed to be disturbed, and the young fellow looked him through. “Gov. Willard then spoke up and said: ‘John, if that was the case it will account for your being in Kansas, but what are you doing here in this peaceful community among a band of assassins?’ Cook, who had been aroused before, as if resenting the reflections upon his companions and their motives, hesitated a moment and said: ‘Yes, I am here.’ He gave that dreamy * look out of the window again, and then returning the gaze of his brother-in-law, though in a more softened way, he said: ‘Ashbel, when I was in Kansas I learned to hate slavery. I felt that it was not right to keep men enslaved, and I did for these men what I wou d expect them to do for me if I was in their place. I came to set them free if I could. Gov. Willard remarked that" it had been a poor business, or something to that effect Cook said: ‘Well, lam disappointed in the slave. I put arms in his hands, and he would

not fight. I thought he wduld fight for his freedom. He has not done so, but I cannot feel that I tried to do wrong when I came to help him.’ ‘John,’ said Gov. Willard, ‘your sister is my wife. And I have made np my mind to stand by you. You are in peril of your life. I shall not desert you.’ ‘Ashbel,’ replied Cook, ‘my life has been in peril for two years, day and flight. I have been in peril all the time. This is” nothing new to me.’ ‘But, John,’ said Gov. Willard, ‘you have never’ been in such peril as you are in now. Every probability of a criminal death is before you. What will your old father and mother think when they come to see you?’ Cook now showed emotion, and something of a shudder went through him. For a moment he broke down.” Said I: “How was he dressed, Mr. Voorhees?”

“He wore a corduroy suit of drab color. His hair was rather wild and uncoinbed. He had been brought across the country from Pennsylvania and had been but a few hours in the jail when he got there. He looked like a boy. Indeed he was only 23 years old. Yet underneath that gentleness was a rather serious nature. I should think he wee five feet nine inches high. He was litfnt and wiry. His countenance was generally mild, but would be highly expressive. His voice was soft and low as a woman’s. As I looked at him with my anti-abolition feelings, a conviction of the tremendous significance of this sentimental,crusading hostility to slavery depressed me. It had entered into the house of my friend, and here it was no longer in distant Kansas, but right among us, Democrats’ as we were. We left Cook at the first interview with our minds still disturbed, and sought our quarters’ From that time onward I saw him daily.” I inquired pf Mr. Voorhees about the secial connections of Cook and of Governor Willard. “Cook,” said Mr. Voorhees, “was the enly son of very respectable, upright parents in Connecticut. He had four sisters, one of whom married a Mr. Crowley, a prosperous merchant in New York; another married Mr, Stanton, of New York, also a man of consideration; a third married Governor Willard; the fourth sister, Katie, was unmarried, and, I think, never was married. John Cook, studied law at Williamsburgh, New York, with Mr. Stearns. Mr. Stearns’ daughter is the wife of Homer A. Nelson, former member of Congress and Secretary of State in New York. She remembers Cook well when he was in her father’s office in Williamsburgh and how much children took to him. He had a very pleasant way with young children. He did not complete his studies, I think, but went to Kansas when he was about 20. Governor Willard was born in Utica, New York, of old Massachusetts stock, and it is said that his great-great uncle was executed at Salem, Massachusetts, for hostility to the authorities there who were hanging witches. The Cook girls were bright and vivacious, and had fine characters. Governor Willard’s wife had been a schoolteacher in southern Indiana when he came there to settle: They were very fond of each other Willard had , the consumption. Governor Willard died while Governor, and his widow survived him but a little while. Their son is the leader of the Indiana Legislature, is a Democrat, and has twice supported me for Senator. They had a daughter, who is married to a gentleman at Liverpool, England.” Said I: “Did Captain Cook; of Harper’s Ferry, leave posterity ?” “Yes; he had a child which was only about 4 months old when he was executed. That child lives at Bloomington, Hlinois, and is now a fine boy or young man. The mother, -a bom Cook married at Harper’s Ferry, and whom he dearly is a respectable lady, and has long been married to her second husband.”’ Said I: “Mr. Voorhees, you were saying that Captain Cook had not been responsible line of argument ‘leaving him out of the usual motives or status of Brown’s men?”

“Why," said the Senator, “we who had come there to save pook’s life had no other purpose than that. All that we were looking to was his sister and parents. To that single end I bent my whole argument. I was a Democrat, and an anti-Abolition Democrat. John Brown and his raid were at the moment the subject of universal execration. I made up my mind if possible to save Cook’s life by putting him in the position of a young man under the magnetism of Brown. So I denounced the Abolitionists as not only responsible for this raid, but for misleading this young man. I used every point within my reach to that end. There was not the least chance any other way to get him off, and not much in that perhaps. But I took the desperate chance. Now,” said Mr. Voorhees, “it is a singular fact that Cook neither before nor during nor after my defense ever alluded to it When I was making my speech, with Governor Willard sitting near me and Cook not far off, and while I was denouncing the who would so pervert tins fair-haired wanderer, I saw Cook's face at one time looking at me with a most extraordinary expression of countenance. It was that of astonishment, as if he was surprised that I should take that way of defending him. I have no doubt myself but that old John Brown inferred from my speech that Cook had deserted his" cause. The anti-slavery papers may have fallen into that inference. But there is nothing whatever to sustain it in real fact. Cook never repudiated his companions. He always spoke of John Brown to me in terms of the highest admiration. He spoke of his associates with equal respect. He simply allowed his brother-in-law for the sake of his sisters to use what legal line he choose, but he never made a suggestion nor did anything to alter my firm conviction that he was a sincere fanatac in that extraordinary performance.” Mr. Voorhees remarked: “Since time has elapsed, and I am speaking of things in their actualities, let me say this: There never was, probably, in this world such a remarkable band of men as thSl of John Brown. Think of it I All of the band were mere youths, almost boys, except Brown himself, an t he was perhaps 60 years of age. They fought with him in the most unflinch-

ing way, lost their lives with a courage unsurpassed, and those who remained to be executed were cool, consistent and firm in the end. None of then went to the gallows with more braver; than John Cook. In some respects he surpasses all the rest in force pf char acter. I heard him order his own colfin. After he was sentenced to death instead of giving way to despair, he sat down and wrote that most wonderful letter to his wife and mother, telling them to bring up his boy to understand in what cause he had died. John JJrown probably thought from the nature ol my defense that Cook was not firm, but that was an error. When Cook went to the scaffold with young Coppick, his cell-mate, and the death cap had been pulled over their faces, he said: ‘Ned, where is-your hand? Let me take your hand.’ They grasped each other’s pinioned bands, and died in perfect composure.” As another instance of Cook’s coolness, Mr. Voorhees said that he was a superb handler ofarms, and that Leyris Washington had remarked to him (Voorhees) that Cook could take a revolver in, each hand, and alternately lifting his hands could drive a bujlet through a spot as big as one’s eye. I was led to inquire about Gov. Wise’s refusal to pardon Cook. Mr. V oorhees said: I can not talk to ypu about that matter, "'i felt indignant toward Wise on account of my friend Gov. Willard, but I shall not speak on that subject except to tell you that I went to Richmond with Willard when he asked Wise to pardon his brother-in-law. Wise could not brave the public opinion. Willard went into another room with him, and when he came out I heard him say: ‘Gov. Wise, all 1 shall ask of you now is to let me have the body of my wife’s brother.’ Wise sat down and wrote the order. As we walked down the hill, Willard being ahead of me, I stepped to his side and ho said: Tam Governor of Indiana and Mr. Wise is Governor of Virginia. If his wifos brother were condemned to death in Indiana, and the public opinion of that State were howling at my doors, he should not have one minute to wait for his pardon.’ It was a bitter hour,” said Mr. Voorhees, “and as both parties are dead I will not say more about it.” Said I: “Senator, did you see anything of John Brown and the other men ?”

“Yes; they were trying John Brown when I reached Harper’s Ferry. He looked to me like a substantial old farmer. There wts nothing'Vicious or very particular abdnt his face except his firmness. He had some intellectual ability, too, and would conduct parts of the cross-examination or concede statements by witnesses before they were made. When he got tired he would say to the court that he could not stand it any more that day, and the court was generally adjourned for him. He was a remarkable instance of how a popular impression of a wrong will lift a man out of his ordinary level when he rises against the wrong. Any ideal cause which a man espouses and gives his life and courage to will him intellectually and even morally. Brown put into action what other people were talking about, and so he rose to be the perfect hero to those young men. Young Coppick, who was hanged with Cook, was a bright, plain, candid young fellow. Stevens, another of Brown’s men, seemed to us Democrats who went there, to be somewhat more of the ruffian than Cook or Coppick.” “Did the Willard family feel that their brother’s death was a disgrace ?” “No. Gov. Willard did not live long, but there was a hardening in his mind on the slavery question. Cook’s sisters became anti-slavery in their feelings. I think they set their faces against that condition of things which brought that boy to hiS end. But there we are,” said Voorhees, “like the first little vessel caught on the lee-shore, with the great ocean of the war coming on behind us.”— “Gath” in Cincinnati Enquirer.

The Dumb Made to Speak.

“Nearly every hospital and house of correction in the country has its regular attendance of malingerers,” says a physician at the Episcopalian Hospital, Philadelphia. “Some are most cunning in their schemes to become patients. The comfortable bed, the good food, and the kind attention they receive are the temptations to try these deceptions. “Why, I once saw a case of feigned muteness. A youth of 17 was brought to us. His parents said he had spoken •well enough until he was 11 years old but since that he had never spoken a word. He had his hearing perfectly. We tried a good many things—galvanism, tonics, and even, because we thought it was stubbornness, we had a clergyman to talk to him, but all was of no avail At last we came to the conclusion that the young rascal was hoodwinking us, and we determined to try a trick upon him that has been tried with success before. Two of the physicians stood at his bedside, as if consulting about his case. One of them said in a loud whisper to the other; “ ‘Well, I’ll tell you what we’ll do. First of all we’ll cauterize the whole of the under surface of his tongue, and,’ if that does not succeed, we will cut opt his tongue and examine it under a microscope.’ Then, turning 'to an assistant, he continued? ‘Mr." Wilson, please get the iron red hot. We will use it at once upon this boy.’ “The fellow didn’t say anything, but he tr;ed by signs to beg the doctor not to perform the operation. The iron was brought and the surgeon began arranging the patient. The sight of the instrument on its spirit dame, almost at a white heat, brought forth a terrible cry from the boy, the first sound in six years. Then one assistant held his legs, another his arms, a third his head, and a wedge was thrust into his mouth. Still not a word,. The hot iron was lifted and brought near to his face, so that he could feel the heat. Whether the operation would have been performed or not I am unable to say, but there was no necessity, for the instant he felt the heat he shouted: “‘Oh, don’t doctor dear, please don’t; I’m not dumb. I will speak—l will, indeed.' “And he left the hospital that very afternoon."— Philadelphia Times. ,

In the Land of the Lotos.

The city of Bangkok—the capital of the kingdom of Siam -has often been called “Oriental Venice,” because it was what' might be termed a floating city, but it is wholly unlike Venice in almost ever-aspect, except that it is located upon and surrounded by water. It is situated on either side of the magnificent Chow Phya river, and is traversed or divided by a multiplicity of canals called klaungs. Many of these canals are artificial, and are simply uncovered sewers. Some of them weare intended for navigation by small boats, and others as merely lateral conduits or trenches, through which the daily accummulations of the city are carried to the river ,whence they are swept seaward by the clensing tide. From the palace of the King to the extreme lower ehd of the city there are about thirty of these natural and artificial canals, but many of them have been partially closed, or obstructed in such a manner as to prevent the free ingress of the tidal waters of the river. Some of them have been covered by small bamboo buildings thatched with atap, or encroached upon, to such an extent as to wholly impair their usefulness, instead of serving the purposes for which they were originally constructed or designed by nature, they are now the reservoirs of decomposed vegetable and animal substances that emit poisonous vapors which are borne by the wind at certain seasons over the entire city. A little more than a century ago Bangkok was a comparatively insignificant village. Now it is one of the wealthiest as well as one of the most important commercial ports in the far East, and contains nearly 1,000,000 of inhabitants.

The royal city which contains the palaces of the King, treasury buildings, mint, museum, royal gardens, elephant houses, private temple of the King, barracks of royal guard, and the establishment es the princes of the realm, is on the east side of the river, and enclosed by a circular wall about twentyfive feet in height. This wall is composed of earth, brick, and rough stones, but is constructed in a substantial manner. It has ten massive gate?, all of which are closed at midnight and opened usually at 5 o’clock in the morning. Near each of the gates are stone towers overlooking the city. Bangkok has been called “the Asiatic Hades,” in consequence of the excessive heat which prevails there throughout the entireyearr The population of the city is composed of Chinese, Siamese, Malays; Burmese, Camboflians, Javanese, Parsees, and the natives of Madras and Laos. There are also to be found there the representatives of almost every other nationality. Bangkok is a city of strange, natural,, and artificial extremes. On either side there are delightful odors and intolerable stenches, regal splendor aud abject squalor. It is a “garden city,” us its name implies, as it is filled with fruit trees of every variety known in the tropics, and its temples, palaces, and minarets are embowered in perennial verdure. Its sacred edifices are unsurpassed in exterior brilliancy and interior adornment, and its pagodas and prachadees inlaid with porcelain and crystal, under the blaze of a tropical sun, are dazzling and magnificent. Although seldom visited by the ordinary tourist, it is one of the most attractive places in the Far East, and the strange scenes that one beholds on every hand more than repay the visitor who turns aside from the usual route on the journey around the world.— David Sickles, in the Current.

The History of Chewing and Smoking.

Cigars were not known until about 1815. Previous to that time pipes were used exclusively. Chewing had been in vogue to a limited extent for sometime, while snuffing dates back almost as far as smoking. The first package sent to Cathrine de Medici was in fine powder. She found that smelling it in the box affected her similarly to smoking, which led her to fill one of her smelling-bottles with the dust. Her courtiers adopted the tyabit of snuffing small portions of it up the nostrils, and as the precious stuff became more plentiful the snuffing habit became more general, until at last a man or a woman was not considered as in proper form unless they snuffed. The custom became so common in England that a snuff-box was no longer a sign of rank. Then it was the law prohibiting the culture of the plant, except for medicine, was passed, About the same time a heavy tariff was placed on the imported article, thereby practically placing it beyond the reach of the common herd and giving royalty a complete monopoly. Since it first began to be used as a luxury there have been conflicting opinions in regard to its effects., The Romish church once forbade its use, and the church of England declaimed against it The Wesleys opposed it hotly, and at one time it was considered; so unclean as to unfit men foY membership in the Methodist church. Baptist and Presbyterian ministers preached against it, and societies were organized to oppose the spread of the habit, but all to no purpose. Parents disowned and disinherited their children because they used it, and husbands divorced their wives on account of their having contracted the habit of smoking. It is singular that when women get into the habit of smoking a pipe they prefer a strong one. There are few men who have nerve enough to smoke a pipe such as a woman likes when she has become a confirmed smoker. When they first begin puffing cigars they prefer them very mild, but it is not long until they want them black and strong and lots of them. — Pittsburgh. Dispatch. The ladies of Marie Antoinette’s time made the sacrifice to their beauty of sleeping in a sitting posture, with their back propped up with pillows. The dresses of Marie Antoinette were often freshened up and turned, her ribbons dyed and her kerchief and gloves cleaned. A woman who wants a charitable heart wants a pure mind.— Haleburton.

Sunday in Hudson Bay.

The houses, not more than twentyfile or thirty in number, are so scattered as to extend along the river bank for nearly a mile; and being all painted white, form conspicuous objects against their dark background of pine woods. On stepping ashore at the landingstage we find ourselves at the foot of a flag-staff indicating the headquarters of the Hudson’s Bay Company, to whom, indeed, the whole settlement owes its existence, the entire resident population, except the mission staff, being composed of their officers and employes. Round this center are grouped the residences of the officer in charge and his subordinates, and also one or two large warehouses. Beyond these stretch away to the right the cottages of the company’s laborers. Every building on the island is of wood. In shape and size, however, the dwelling houses are not unlike those of an English country village, except that only the larger houses have any upper story. Taking now a path to the left, and following the bank, we make our way towards the mission station—easily recognized even at a distance by the flag whjch floats over it, bearing the letters C. M. S., this-being a station of the Church Missionary Society. On our way thither we pass the mission church, a modest little structure of wood surmounted with a steeple, and capable of accommodating about three hundred persons. Leaving this, we soon reach the mission buildings, which, besides the school, include the residences of the Bishop of Moosonee (this station being the headquarters of the diocese), one European clergyman, and a native catechist. Between- the Bishop’s house and the water is a grassy slope on which the Indians erect their tents during their stay. The resident population, the bulk of whom are half-castes, number, together with the few Europeans and Indians, about one hundred and fifty souls; while the Indians who visit the place only during summer are estimated at between four and five hundred.

We will now see how Sunday is spent in this little community. As both English speaking people and natives have to be provided for, the services are begun early enough in the day to allow of four being held in all—two in each language. At G:3O a. m , therefore, the church bell sounds, and soon a stream of Indians (mostly men at this early hour) winds its way to the church door. Let us take up our stand here and observe them as they enter. At the outlying settlements the Indians dress almost entirely in one Style; but here at headquarters, where they come a good deal in contact with Europeans, they adopted something of the variety of European dress. Some of the well-to-do Indians (i. e., the most skillful hunters) appear in blacjk cloth suits colored neckties, and a few even wear English boots, though the majority seem to prefer the soft deerskin shoes usually worn in the country. The women naturally allow themselves still greater freedom, and not unfrequently adorn themselves in a dress of glaring hue, with a striped shawl or beaded jacket equally conspicuous, and the whole surmounted (but this not often) with a straw hat and colored feathers.— The Quiver.

Montgomery’s Death.

It was at i o’clock in the morning of December 31, 1775, during a violent snow-storm, that the attack on Quebec was made. The little American army had undergone inexpressible hardships during the campaign, and the soldiers were half starved and half naked. It took all the magnetic power of Montgomery to stir them into renewed action; “Men of New York,” he exclaimed, “you will not fear to follow where your General leads; march on!” Then placing himself in the front, he almost immediately received the mortal wound which suddenly closed his career. 1 Thus fell Richard Montgomery, at the early age of 37. Three weeks before his death he was promoted to the rank of Major General. Young, gifted, and brave, he was mourned throughout the country, at whose altar he had offered up his life—apparently in vain ; for his fate decided the battle in favor of the British. The story that he was borne from the field of battle by Aaron Burr, under the continued fire of the enemy, has always been received with doubt. It may now, upon the highest authority, be pronounced to be without foundation. It was rumored, but not ascertained by the British for some hours, that the American General had been killed. Anxious to ascertain, General Carleton sent an aid-de-camp to the seminary, where the American prisoners were, to inquire if any of them would identify the body. A field officer, of Arnold’s division, who had been made prisoner near Sault an Matelot barrier, accompanied the aid-de-camp to the Pres de Ville guard, and pointed it out among the other bodies, at the same time pronouncing in accents of grief a glowing eulogium on Montgomery’s bravery and worth. Besides that of the General, the bodies of his two aides-de-camp were recognized among the slain. All were frozen stiff. General Montgomery was shot through the thigh and through the head. “When his body was taken up his features were not in the least distorted, his countenance appeared serene and placid, like the soul that had animated it. His sword, the symbol of his martial honor, lay close beside him on the snow. It was picked up by a drummer-boy, but immediately afterward was given up to James Thompson, Overseer of public works and assistant engineer during the siege, who had been intrusted by General Carleton with the interment of\ the body. Through the courtesy of the British General, Montgomery was buried within the walls of Quebec with the honors of war.— Louise Livingston Hunt, in Harper’s Magazine. In the lead production of different countries Spain'hold the first place, the amount reaching some 120,060 tonsjn one year, or one-sixth more than America, which comes next on the list, while Germany follows with 90,000. Of Spain’s total production, some G 7.000 tons are derived from one district, that of Linares, in which more that 800 mines are registered. '