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LiUle Miss Featherweight, Mincing along, Haughty aud arrogant.

Train a yard loo* Too prouu to notice 8/ho'p windows or wares, Rude and unlady like, rutting on airs!

Young Mr. Nobody, Living quite fast. Boattiue of peItgr«M»,

Kaakln the past! Nursing with fondness A few silken hairs. Leaning on relative*, letting on aln.'

Little Mr. featherweight Mecu Mr. "Angeiin petticoats"— "Sweetest of men"— GlgS'.e and baliuage,

Love unawares Each to the other «ne Putting on airs!

Young Mr. Nobody Marries the maid: She blushing tenderly,

He ball afraid. Wow we've two Nobodies— Doves go in pair*— Spenvlingthe honeymoon,

Putting on airs!

One year has passed away. Masks are thrown down She a virago proves,

He but a clown Strangers, the Nobodies Pass on the stairs Void Is the petflgree,

Gone are tne airs!

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THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

SECOND EDITION.

MATRIMONIAL,

Town-Talk.

ON TKMPKBANOB.

Tbe subject of temperance is one which has attracted public attention spasmodically for generations, and will continue to do ao to the end of time. It is, an old and hackneyed one. The subject has been exhausted long ago, and all tbe arguments which can be brought to bear, either in ita favor or against it, are but repetitloins of what has been said before. On this particular subject, as upon many others, an exoltement occasionally springs up which spreads like wildfire throughout the entire length and breadth of the land, and then an suddenly disappears, leaving few, if any, marks of the good work •which It was intended to accomplish. At the present time just such an excitemeat is dying oat. This city was infected with it to a very great extent the excitement was most intense for a considerable length of time thousands signed the pledge, thereby tak!ng upon themselves tbe responsibility of leadlug abetter life In the fixture than they had done in tbe past, A number or leading citizens took a deep interest in the movement, and summoned to their aid some of the most distinguished workers In the cause which tho country could produoe, yet with all tbe zeal diaplajod the interest is rapidly disappearing. Wbere are all those thousands who joined the rauks and gave such promise of reform? Have they deserted the cause, and returned their old haunts and habit*, and if so what is the cause T. T. is no believer in stable results arisiug froui great excitement, either religious, political, or any other sort. He does not question the honesty of the leaders of such movements, but is of the opinion that great many of thorn are men of very poor judgment. Now this movement has beeu carried on with great vigor and poor judgment. The people became very much excited over it, and promised much without oonsldetiDg anything about performing their promises. Asa rule, a drunkard loves exeltoment, and cannot lire without It, Everything he does is for ex cltemont, in fact in most cases the cup Is resorted to to counteract one excitement by creating another, and If yon can give him anythiug new to distract his attention, it will work very well while it lasts, but let it die and the old passion immediately returns with greater foroe than ever before. Those who advocate temperance, never having had adeeire for strong drink, cannot possibly appreciate tbe vise Uke grip with which it holds to Its victim, making it almost an impossibility for him to tear himself from its grasp. Although be may have drank none for years, and may consider himself perfectly safe, the longing may return to him without a moment's notice, and, to a fit of weakness, the patient work of years may be undone in a day. Medical men unite in saying that drunkenness is a disease, and should be treated as such. Yea it la a disease, and one which too often wrecks not only its victim, bat all bis family Ues. Yet with all these facts staring them in tbe face, temperance advocates go to work and, creating an excitement, set men npon their feet only to see bow bard they can fall again. It is something Uke pumping oat a sinking ship and then leaving ber without stopping tbe leak, hoping she will ride aafeiy into port. Tbe "bloody ahirt" in tbe temperance movement is tbe saloon keeper. He Is continually thrown in tbe feoeof tbe public, wbo are told that he is more to be dreaded than Satan himself. He is a bugbear

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which must be disposed of ataU hazards, and with this end in view the tbe temperance movement generally resolves itself into a political party, to which very few stick, so It Is broken up. Now, would It not be Just as well to dispense with the saloons by breaking up t'ae demand for them? The closing of such would not lessen tbe desire for drink in those who feel inclined to Indulge in it, and as long as men demand drink they will have it, whether saloons exist or not. Under excitement men join temperance organizations with the honest intention of living up to all Its require*, juente, but in a short time the meetings are discontinued, and he is left to do as he pleases. Thos9 who spoke loudest will pass him on the street without recognition. The excitement is over and no one takes any interest in his case. He is not invited to their churches, because, par haps, he is beneath their society. If temperauoe societies have been formed, their promoters, who alone have made tbe meetings interesting, lose interest iu them and they soon cease to exist.

Is it any wonder, then, that under such circumstances, men fall back upon their old habits At one of the temperance meetings a short time ago T. T. listened with much interest to an address delivered by a young man whom, a few years ago, he thought to be a hopeless case. He said that during his career as a drinking man he had always plenty of work, and never was without money, but since he had become a member of the church and a temperance worker, be could find no work to do, being at that time over three hundred dollars In debt. He followed this statement with the assertion that the temperance people did not stick togetber as they should do —did not lend each other a helping hand when it is necessary, but that he bad joinei tbe caase and intended to stay with it. T. T. hopes he will. It is a noble sight to see a man struggle successfully against a passion which has well nigh ruined him. He deserves encouragement from all with whom he may come in contact, for a little word of encouragement is very cneerlng to one wbo is traveling over a road where he is liable to stumble at every step. Let temperance people make tbe subject more attractive and they will have more lasting monuments of their work than heretofore. As tbe saloons cannot be closed let them get up countsr attractions which, although harmless, will draw ttelr frequenters away from them to to places which will be of some bene fit to them. ___________

A Woman's Opinions,

THE WSATHBR.

When all other topics fail, one can always fall back npon tbe state of the weather, but if a premium were offered for an original remark upon this subject It would never be awarded. The biasing sun, tbe beautiful moon, the sparkling stars, the changing seasons, have been the same for centuries, and will still roll on when we have passed away. These natural phenomena must have seemed very mysterious in those days when they were not understood, and it is not strange that they were regarded with awe and reverence, but in these practical times, when everything is reduced to a bare reality, when we can take up tbe morning paper and read what tbe weather will be for the day, we are apt to grow too matter-of-fact, and forget altogether that supreme Power which originated and coutrois tbe mighty forces of nature.

Perhaps the hardest to bear of all seasons is midsummer, which is now upon us. It unfits us for all the active duties of Hie, not only physical but mental. Que realizes bow much the state of tbe mind depends upon a comfortable condition of the body. When one is perspiring at every pore, the bead throbblog, and tbe stomach continually calling for ioe water, iced tea, ioed drinks of all kinds, it is almost impossible to write articles either weighty or brilliaut, and tbe hsated, languid, exhausted public would not read them if you did. One can readily understand why tbe torrid sone produces no talent. A few years of such weather as we are accustomed to bave in July and Augutf oause a very marked deterioratii the ambition and genius of oar nst&n

Editors, especially, should take a vacation, to gain tone aad vigor for tbe ensuing year. Ministers migbt as well go, for a large majority of their congregations will not attend church during tbe hot weather. Those whose Christianity is strong eoongh to take tbem oat through tbe broiling son to hear the gospel, it will be perfectly safe for tbe minister to leave for a Una. It does all nlansnt of people a world of good to get away from the retfilar routine of tbsir dally business. They are generally sat* isfied to come back and go to work. But, after all, there Is a great deal of humbug about this leaving town, especially for ladies and ohildren. Very often they do not find any place half so cool and quiet as their own bone tbe

quently return more tired than they went away, I visited a friend, last summer, who waa going to the springs for recreation and was taking with ber eighteen handsome dresses and everything else in proportion.

There is no slavery more exacting than that of dress, and yet women are such willing aubjeote, nor is this passion confined to tbe wealthier olassea. Usually, on public days, one finds those who are styled the "aristocracy" dressed much more plainly than their poorer sisters. There is no disgrace in having to wear a calico dresa, but when it is made up to Imitate a silk, covered with flimsy ruffles and cheap ribbon bows, and finished with a tawdry necklace and shoddy hat, then it becomes ridiculous. Because a woman happens to be poor is no reason why she should wear a blue calico drees, a yellow apron, and a green sunbonnet.

Such sights as these are seen on every publioday. On last Fourth of July it was hard to tell whether the "Hugaga" were in the street or on the sidewalks.

The same may be said of workingmen. It Is true they may not be able to wear broadcloth and laundried linen, but it is not necessary that they make such an appearance as many of them do. One driving about the city on pleasant summer evenings can see numbers of them lounging about in dirty olotbes, bare arms, breast and feet, uncombed hair, and a general appearance that can not help but. create a prejudice against them.

If, at tbe close of the day's work, they would give themselves a good scrubbing with soap and water, put on a clean shirt and pair of pants, no matter how coarse, comb their hair, and give themselves an air of cleanliness, it would increase their own self-respect and make a favorable impression upon others. Dirt and slovenliness naturally excite disgust, while neatness and thrift cannot but command our admiration.

Speaking of processions, haven't we had enough of them for the present? First was that of Decoration Day which very properly was paid for by the city. Following this was the grand Ssengerfest, toward which our citizens subscribed thousands of dollars. Before tbe clashing of the music aud tha waving of the banners had scarcely passed away, the subscriptions were circulated for a Fourth of July celebration. Again our citizens put their hands in their pockets, and paid out about twelve hundred dollars for an entertainment that was neither very pleasant nor very profitable. And now they are beginning to discuss the feasibility of a Mardi Gras parade, for which, of course, the citizens will have to pay. A business man feels as if he could not afford to refuse such demands, aud yet very often the income on such days does not justify theoutlay With many thanks to the individuals wbo are so energetic in conducting these affairs, can we not, without being charged with lack of public spirit, ask for a little rest, before we are called upon to bear the expense and excitement of another procession

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TERRIFYING INCIDENT IN THE PALA.CJS J10TEL BJLR ROOM. *JU 7 '***5 1} 11 t. tf" i.

Virginia Ulirenlcle,

A Virginia gentleman, just up from San Francisco, COL tided some of his experience to a Chronicle reporter yesterday. While at tho bay he stopped at the Palace Hotel, and made a practice of dropping into tbe bar room of an evening, it being a retired and rather high bred place. On Wednesday evening last tbe Comstocker lounged into the bar room and was pleased to behold there Senator Sharon, Setb Cook, Tom Sunderland, aud a few other historic capitalist*, sitting at a large round table, in the centre of which stood sundry bottles bearing tbe mystical word ••Roederer." Presently a middle aged man, soberly dressed iu black broadcloth aud wearing a plug bat, staggered in from the hallway, aud, lurching up to the bar, yelled for everybody to come np and bave something to drink. The Sharon Cook party paid no attention to tbe boisterous new arrival, but quietly went on with their gossip and Roederer. Giving a furious whoop and smashing his tile down on his bead tbe stranger performed a war dance to tbe middle of the room and declared himself. He wae a bad man, be said, and always made It a practice to strew upon tbe floor tbe bowels of any person who declined to drink upon bis Invitation. To point hia remarks the stranger wound np by drawing an eighteen inch tootbpiott (mo tbe back or hia oollar and advanced upon tbe table. There was a stampede. up from tlon he had quietly and calmly at tbe beginning of tbe trouble, be perceived that Sharon and bis friends bad crane oat and that a policeman was laggingtbe warlike stranger oat of tbe

eating is not ao nioe and, with the extra belongs to that Sunday school examount of dressing and going, tbey fire- carslon party."

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*"Who is be?" asked tbe Virginian of tbo barkeeper. «Ob, he's a good enough man when he isn't in liquor," replied the man of drinks, nervously polishing tbe rosewood bar with a towel.

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TERKE HAUTE, IND., SATURDAY EVENINGT,"JULY 12, 1879.

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Bodie? Hell, no. He's from Boston,

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AIM! I missed the traln'j^?«' Kissing her g«od-by. The reasou's rwther plain Alas I I missed tho train, The same Id do agal

Ah who woald not, as I Have, missed a single train Kissing hor good by »-*I y*

Shyly he bent o'er the dainty head And "Won't you, won'tyou?" •«*—*y He softly said. Begging from tl saucy miss Just for the loan of one sweet kiss. The maiden tossed her pretty Lead

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And, "No, I won't you," u,«She saucily said. "How foolish lie is,* thought the little miss. "He boil Id not ask for, but steal the kl»s."

Lady dancers now sport bal-morals. Jones calls his wife Misery because she likes company so well.

The second sale of Queen Christina's jewels has produced f1,300,(00. Old maids are like the crowds at the postofflce—they are waiting for males.

An inmate of the Widows' Home, Allegheny, Pa., is known to be 112 years old.

The ladies in their shade hats are among those that go down to the sea in chips. "Oh," she said, "I think soda water is soda liclous." He took the bint and soda dime on the harvest field of love.

An axiom in the philosophy of the young ladies whose dresses area little too thin: '/There's no effect without gauze."

Young housewife: "What miserable little eggs again! You really must tell Jane to let the hens sit on them a little longer!" "Yes," said Mrs. Goodington, "the place is so secluded that we are never annoyed by stray predestinations and people of that sort." hf#h

A lady writes to a western newspaper that "the girl who keeps her temper and good looks up to twenty-five, is apt to retain them to old age." "Yea," he cried passionately, "I love you so true, so true—" "Never mind, darling," said she, artlessly, "I'll have my trousseau ordered at once."

Ladies are like watches pretty enough to look at sweet face and delicate hands, but somewhat difiicult to "regulate" after they are set a going.

Miss Taylor, daughter of Bayard Taylor, has made a translation of "Masks aud Faces" which has been produced with success upon the German stage in Berlin.

A brute beast of a man says when you want to get the best of an argument with a woman of thirty, you should lead off with, "Now, then, a woman of your age," etc. ..

A young lady graduate may,In after years, forget the title of her essay, but she will always remember how her white "pekay" dress was made and trimmed.

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Ice cream, being of a low temperature, impairs the teeth and predisposes them to decay. Young man, cut this out and show it to your girl if you want to save money. "I'm not in mourning," said a young lady frankly to a queerlst, "but as the widows are getting all the offers nowadays, we poor girls must do something to protect ourselves."

A young man with a flamboyant necktie went in to dinner at a hotel in Deleware, Ohio, and winked at the daughter of tbe landlord. The young man is still winking. Tbe daughter of the landlord seized a handful of red pepper and rubbed it into his eyes.

Three girls of the Methodist persuasion having met together, concluded to pray for the welfare of their lovers but the first one had not got very far along in ber petition when it was discovered that they were all engaged to the same man. The religious exercises wei at once terminated. tS.

It was after the opera, aud they were in a rendezvous for material refreshments. The usual talk about the singing and tbe artists subsiding, he, as a souvenir of the evening, offered ber bis button bole bouquet. She accepting, said "How lovely!" He added: "What fragrance, too!" And then she, sniffing tbe savory odor of the incoming oysters, echoed: Yes, what fragrant stew!" Then be became involved in thought.

Alexander Sample brought a suit for divorce in Jeffersonvllle, Ind and dur ing ita progress an order was issued by tbe Court restraining him from disturbing Mis. Sample's possession of the family resident. Seeing thst be would lose if tbe case went to trial, his counsel moved for a discontinuance, aad tbe proceeding were ended, including tbe order aboat tbe property. A race for home ensued between tbe husband aad wife, each dssiring to get there first sod shut oat tbe other. She was on horse book and be was in alight wagon drawn by two botaea. Tbe distance waa eight miles. Mia. Sample gained the lead of over two miles, bat was then thrown by ber horse, wblob «he waa unable to mount unaided. Mr. Sample passed ber and bad taken possession of the boose when she arrived. She tried to enter

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Fat cook (with unconscious blushes to the lady who wants to engage her): "As to there beln' no followers allowed, mum, you might recGllect as how you've been single yourself and a girl as is rather showy in figure can't well help 'em comin' about."

A lady recently appeared at "a fahfey dress ball at Richmond as a mushroom. But she looked just as much like a toadstool—and not resembling either to any appreciable extent, there was mushroom for speculation as to the character she did assume.—Norristown Herald.

When Benjamin Franklin was an editor he was in the habit of writing to the young ladies who sent in poetry, snjlng in honeyed language that owing to the crowded state of his oolumns, etc., but ho would endeavor to circulate their productions in manuscript. And then he tied the his kite for "bobs," Jvy "Young man," said a stern old professor to -a student who had been charged with kissing one of his daughters—"young man don't get into that habit. You'll find that kissing is like eating soup with a fork." "How so, sir?" asked the student. "Because," said the stern old professor, "you can't get enough of it."

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Talk of the bravery of the sfcerner sex. Do you remember the firBt time you asked her, "Will you take my arm While you trembled all over like the narrative of a stump-tail dog, and experienced the sensation of having swallowed your Adam's apple,1what did she do Why, she took your arm as cooly as she would eat

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tonTranscript. •, -J A lady just returned from a protracted stay in Paris, says: I was thoroughly astonished, in visiting Worth's, to find all tbe newest costumes made short. In fact no fabric was too costly to be cut np into dresses of walking length. Only dinner costumes and ball dresses were, made long. House dresses, carriage dresses, promenade dresses, are all made of one length. A Parisian lady does not pretend to be seen on the streets holding up her skirts.

Tennyson's early poem, "The Lover's Tale," just published, contains about 1,100 lines. A pretty long tale to pour into her ear, and he must have gone to see her at least three nights a week for a year. When he left at 2 a, m. Monday, he would tie a string around her finger so she would remember where he left off, and whisper in her ear, as he kissed ber good-night, "to be continued on Tuesdays evening."—Norristown Herald.

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THTOI LA no longer any doaht bat tbat tbe sloppy and salacious story papers which carry week after week their cargoes of blood-curdling and sentimental traah all over tbe land, are responsible for much of the crime that Is committed by young men and women. Tbe New York San baa collected several Insianr— of tbe kind, and the list could be enlarged ad i^butum. It la impossible to calculate tbe amount of mischief produced by this clasa of publications In tbe minds of the young, and while these seetna at present to be no success ml method of prohibiting ita publication, tbe daty of parents to keep a strict waioh

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Hood's touching lyric, '"The S6r!g of* the Shirt," was the work of an evening. Its author was prompted to write it by tbe condition of thousands of workingwomen in the city of London. The effect of its production was foreseen bv two persons, tbe poet's wife and Mark Lemon, tbe editor of Punch. "Now, mind, Tom—mind my words," said bis devoted wife, "this will teir wonderfully. It i«* one of the best things you ever did."

Mr. Lemon, looking over his letters" one morning, opened an envelope inclosing a poem which the writer said had been rejected by three London

Returning to bis printing-office, he seated himself at his desk and began to Irrite. In half an hour '"The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound backet, The rat88-covered bucket which hung in the well" was embalmed in an inpirlng song that has become as familiar as a household word."

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The young woman4" Who desires to have herself published in the newspapers as "fascinating, beautiful and accomplished," will please pack up ber clothes in a dirty towel, crawl out of the back upstairs window some dark, rainy night, and elope with the man who curries and feeds her dad's horses. It's a big price to pay for compliments, but it will bring them just as certain as a dirty rain-water barrel will beget mosquitoes in July. gyj. -SKi. -SV*

A Mrs. Wheeler, a pious woman Connecticut, gives ber experience of the efficacy of prayer, and relates how a miracle was performed upon ber physical system through faith in tbe healing power of the Saviour. She says that she had been an invalid and in bed sixteen years, and was given up as a case beyond tbe power of medical science to treat. She prayed fervently for restoration to health on earth, instead of a release from mortal bonds and transport* tlon to a happier state. She claims to bave had three supernatural visitations, during which something spoke through ber in a voice not ber own, exclaiming, "Hallelujah" and other words of relig Ions ecstacy. She was healed oi her ailing, and ber body strengthened psrt at a time. Her back was left for tbe third and final stroke of tbe healing miracle. After this she got completely restored to health and strength, dressed herself, sang and played on the organ and ate aud drank and went about ber hou*e-ooid dntiea a% of old. She says she feels just like a long-caged bird suddenly set free and la full of the song of her deliverance.

A HIGH-PRICED MISTAKE.

HOW A PITTSBURG MAN BLUNDERED IN A MATTER OF BULLION.

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Two miners sat down in the wilderness of Southern Utah a few months since to munch their bread and then pursue their wanderings and their search for wealth. They were prospectors" who, having left the beaten track of treasure seekers, wandered off, to the amusement of their fellows, into the comparatively level country, where months of searching had revealed notb-

&We had better get back inle the mountain country, Jim," said his pard. As be spoke his tool struck soma* thing a few inches under tbe sand and tbe prospector found a fracture of tbe rocks and picked up a small, yellgw pieoe of stone. "Egad! I think it's horn silver."

They were out of provisions and" clothes tbey bad not means with whlcht

they offered it to Mr. Ben Morgan, oft Pittsburg, who is operating smelting works a lew miles below Salt Like City, :v for 118,000. Mr. Morgan sought tbefr advloed tbe of the Superintendent of the Ontario Miue. Together tbey carefully, examined the new "find," aud unfortunately for the genial Ben thoy de-r elded it was not worth risking the monev on. The miners continued to open their vein, but soon again were stranded, wben one of tbem wrote to two Irish friends, who had already lost money on supposed "finds" and besought tbem to try their luck once more. After much importuning they invested enough money to give tbe miners a good start, wben tbe development of the mine proceeded rapidly. Four shafts were sunk and a number of intermediate galleries run which connected tbe abafts. The work was pushed solely with a view to show tbe maguitudeot tbe deposit. It was tbe marvel of the whole oountry.

Conservative old engineers measured* tbe ore bodies aotually in sight, taking nothing for granted, and made numerous analyaee in all parts of tbe mine to determine its richness, and the most oautious calculated the silver in sight as worth 127,000,000. Jay Cooke, hearing of this prize, secured an option of a onehalf intereet for 12,500,000 for a abort time, and hastening eastward, be induced a number of Engliabmen In New York to invest, and tbey took it at this price, tbe four original owners declining to sell the remaining half at any

Mine" or "New Bonanza," around which a town has in a few months clustered called "Friaco," and to which one mine tbe Utah Southern railroad will this aummer be extended nearly three hundred miles.

THB New York Sun, being apprehensive apparently, that a general stampede into joarnaiiam la threatened by tbe recent graduates, is at some pains to Inform tbem that while they will all be welcome in tbla field they must not peet too much at the oataet. Tbey are given to understand tbat tbey are atill school-boys, apt to be raw and somewhat stiff-jointed, and will have a good deal both to learn and to unlearn, before they rise very higb in the newspaper world..

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journals. He begged the editor to con-,w sign it to the waste-paper basket if it was not thought suitable for Punch, as the author was "sick of tbe sight of it." The poem was signed Tom Hood, and was entitled "The Song of the Shirt."

It was submitted to the weekly meeting of tbe editors and principal contributors, several of whom opposed its publication as unsuitable to the pages of a comic journal. Mr. Lemon, however, was so firmly impressed with its beauty that he published it on December 16, 1843. "The Song of the Shirt" trebled the" sale of the p*r*r, and created a profound' sensation throughout Great Britain. People of every class were moved by it. It was chanted by ballad singers in the streets of London, and drew tears from the eyes of princes. Some years after the author's death the English people erected a monument over his grave. Tbe rich gave guineas, the laborers and sewing women gave shillings and pence. Sculptured on it is the inscription devised by himself: "He sang'The Song of tbe Shirt.'"

The Old Oaken Bucket" was written fifty or more years ago by a printer named Samuel Woodworth. He was in the habit of dropping into a noted drinking saloon kept by one Mallorv. One day, after drinking a alass of brandy and water, ire smacked his lips and deolared that Mallorv'a brandy was superior to any drink he had ever tasted. "No," said Mallory, "you are mistaken. There was a drink whtoh in both our estimations far surpassed this." "What was that incredulously ask-^* ed Wotniworth. "The fresh spring water we used to*.^ drink from the old oaken bucket that*« hung in the well, after returning from the fields on a sultry dav." "Very true," replied Woodworth, teardrops glistening in bis eyes.

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