Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 14, Number 10, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 1 September 1883 — Page 1

Vol. 14.---N0. io.

THE MAIL

LA PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

Town Talk.

All are men of integrity, and no one for a moment supposes that they would ask for a dollar which is not absolutely necessary. It has been insisted that tbe cotiM"il could not legally appropriate money for Park purposes from other tban fuu.ls set apart for that purpose, but the city attorney holds otherwise and tbe appropriation has been made. The tax for Park purposes is two per cent. If it is all paid it will realize ab,ut $3,000, but it will not be available before May next, a time when the Park should bo ready for use. Tbe truth of the matter is that tbe people are all in favor of tbe Park, and do not care where the money comes from so they get it. The councilman who would vote against an a( propriation of this kind upon a mere technicality will not receive much sympathy from bis constituents in tbe future. It may be law to vote against an appropriation wbeu there is a surplus fund in the treasury, and then turn around and vote for an appropriation for another purpose, to meet which will re quire a loan from the banks at the regular rate, but it does not seem very good policy.

CITY POMT1CS.

When the time comes arodnd for each city election it is amusing to read tbe attacks which each party makes upon its opponent. All kinds of extravagance is charged against the party in power, and figures are twisted «o as to be almost beypnd recognition they are transposed at will and made to answer questions and state facta to suit party convenience This statement applies to all parties alike. The statement that "figures won't lie" is one of the greatest fabrications of modern times. Last spring, for instance, It was urged that the party in power should be retired because it expended too much money on street improvements. It was urged against It that seven or eight thousand dollars a year spread on the streets was gross extravagance and should retire any party from power. This and other things brought tbe Democrats tbe control of the city. Well, what have they done The police forests tbe same In numbers and expense as formerly. DtUo tbe fire department. The salaries of none of the oficers have been decreased, and things do not move along more smoothly than they did previously. But in the matter of streets and street repairs the new ad ministration has had a revelation. It sees things a little differently now than it did during the last campaign. It commenced handling the streets tenderly, and seemed to think that any improvemeats made on them wonld be lasting as the rock of ages. Bat It has discovered its mistake. Streets wear oat and are constantly requiring repairs. In theory a few hundred dollars go along way in street Improvements, bat in practice it is altogether different. The last monthly appropriation asked for was$2,500, which would be at the rate of $15,000 a year, and this is not a hard season on the streets, either Economy la wealth, b\»t niggardliness In city improvements will not pot much, if any, money la the dty treasury. Tbe party that endeavors to keep the city In good condition by an honest application of its funds will oat weather all attacks and oome oat victorious in the end.

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?"*THJ? PARK.

Bat little has been beard of the new Park since the last council meeting. •This 1B

probably caused by the near ap­

proach of cool weather, when people will not want to use it. But the matter should not be allowed to rest in its preirtnt shape. No work can be done towards its completion during the winter moatbs, and if th* matter is allowed ttflieoter"until next spring tbe warm V#ft|ber will.be h-re and still find the dty without Ihe luxury of a park, which wbuld be an act of injustice tp the citizens. Certainly Terre Haute can afford to expend money liberally in tbis matter. A generous citizen has presented the citizens with twenty acres of land, valued at about $10,000. Its location is desirable, yet tbe council hesitates about what to do with it. To a disinterested party it scarcely 8eeri^» CREi)iTABLR that tk|e council should require the^casting YOte of tbe mayor for an appropriation of $500 to be used in clearing the grounds and trimming the trees. The amount asked lor was considered reasonable by the Park commissioners, and will doubtless receive the endorsement of nine-tenths of the citizens. The commissioners were not selected to favor any party or location. Two of these are Democrats and two Republicans. Two were taken from among the citizens north of Main street, and the other two from the southern portion of the city. All serve during life, and in the event of a death the survivors elect his successor.

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When Terre Haute had two base ball tfuua and a park, each being under a

separate management, there was no end of dissatisfaction and jealousy. Each club was on tbe worst of terms with the otbei, and neither believed that the park management showed them fair play. While this contention and strife was going on neither club amounted to very much. Their victories were few and very far between. The Awkwards were the first to recognize the fact that they could not hope to succeed with simon pure home talent, so they went down in their pockets and imported some. The Blues considered Terre Haute material good enough for them, and stuck to it for a time with disastrous results. The park association conceived the idea that it should control a club of its own, and with this end in view the old organizations were disbanded, and from both ,s selected the Terre Haute Club. Great things were expected of the new deal, and of the games played at home the boys won a liberal share of the honors. But when they left home for a more extensive field their luck evaporated like thin air. The reports from their trip this week and last are far from gratifying to those at home who take a pride in Terre Haute institutions. Two games were the sum total of their success, and defeat-in all the others. Now that it is over excuses are in order. Some say the players were in no condition to be sent away from home that a number of them were in a crippled condition, and that few of them were able to play with any credit to themselves. Some say that when they reached Cincinnati they tarried there too long instead of crossing tbe river and sojourning iu Covington, which had a damaging effect on their game at tbe latter place. There are a few others who Bay there is too much laziness in tbe club that all but three or four should be released, end that tbe managers should at once proceed to reorganize the nine with abetter selection of men. There is certainly no reason why Terre Haute should not have as good a club as any other city in the west. Tbe park is a paying institution, and its owners can afford to employ good talent if it will only do so. Every body nowadays i* crazy on base ball.

It is a poor game that will uot draw a crowd, and a gopd game is a severe test of the capacity of the park. This being tbe case it behooves the park association to famish go^d music. There is a demand for good games. If tbe present' nine cannot give them tbey should give place to one which can. Other clubs play every day with very few changes, and this club is no more tender footed or tender hauded than any other to require such weak excuses for defeat. There is something weak somewhere, and the weak point should be strengthened.

THK TRAMP.

For a time tbe tramp became scarce, to tbe satisfaction of all, but of late he is on the increase again, and is more annoying than ever. A few years ago he was content to call at tbe kitchen door end be thankful for some cold victuals. Later he demanded hot coffee with bis food, and went away cursing if it were not given him. Since then he has improved still further. Now he wants his meals served hot in the dining room. If he makes a call and finds no host at home, he selects the best valise in the house, packs it with the best clothing he can find and leisurely takes his departure from tbe house and city without the formality of leaving his card or stating his destination. On the railroad he is as independent as a Yanderbilt or Gould. The time was when he was content with a walk on the ties and a ride when he could steal one. But that day has passed. Now he takes possession of a car and holds the train bands st bay with a revolver. Truly the tramp is improving his opportunities. He is organized thoroughly and is increasing in numbers daily. If he improves his methods io the future as be has done in the past he will soon be a power in the land, and will be a terror wbever he goes. It is about time to sit down on tbe tramp. He is enjoying too much elegant leisure, and is becoming too independent for the remainder of mankind. He should be taught that the world owes him nothing but that for which he works. If he will not work he should be placed where the devil will find no work for his idle hands. Too much ease spoiled Adam and Eve, and tramps are no better than they, so they should be taken oare of before it is forever toe late.

W. H. STEWART'S cooper shop, on Water street, aouth of the Vandalia road, was burned Sunday morning, between five and six o'clock. The front part of brick, was an old landmark, being the smoke bouse connected with the Humastou pork house. While tbe fire was in progress a frame addition in the rear fell, burying under the debris Fireman Martin Laffey. A beam struck him on tbe head, crushing tbe skall and breaking the jaw bone. He was taken oat Immediately and died of the injuries in about an hour. Tbe body was taken to JeOereonviUe for burial, the polios force, fire department and oity officers, with Ringgold band, accompanying it to the depot. He was a cooper by trade, and an industrious workman.

tTos G.lbert 1750 7 11|S

A Woman's Opinions.

We are coming back into the World again. The breath of every other man we meet smells of whisay.

By the way, have the gentleman's chocolate colored, stove pipe hats, with black brims, reach Terre Haute Let us pray there will be nothing half so ugly in fall bonnets.

ASHTABULA

is an old fashioned, pleasant town of five thousand inhabitants, three miles south of lake Erie, on the Lake Sbore and Nickle Plate railroads. The grass grows in the streets, many of the houses have porches with

huge

Looking up

account of being a newspaper correspondent, but, amid blushes and confusion,

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TERRE HAUTE, IND., SATURDAY EVENING. SEPTEMBER 1,1883.

white pillars and

everywhere are such luxuriant masses of vines. Tbey charge ten cents here for street car fare. Onjy small towns are capable ol doing this I boarded a car with a lady friend, and dropped two ni^kles in the box for the two fares. While we were waiting on a switch the driver counted tbe fares, then counted the passengers and then exclaimed in a loud voice, "I

am one fare short."

I

saw for tbe first time, a

placard, "Fare 10 cts."

I

tbe anecdote runs,

didn't say, as

"I

am a member of

the Legislature and everybody will suspect me.'' I

didn't claim half rates on

just banded over another dime,

to the evident enjoyment of the passengers. Monday morning we went down to the scene of- the great Ashtabula bridge disaster, Dec. 29, 1876. The horrors of that accident are still fresh in memory. Tbe agent, who was also agent at sbat time, walked down with us, and, on the bridge we happened to meet a gentleman who was in the wreck and one of the few who escaped.

The

bridge was 70 feet

above the water, which was only about two feet deep. There were two tracks and a train had passed oaly eight minutes before.

They

were in the midst

of a terrific snow storm, and so dark tbe engineer could not tell when thoj' got upon the bridge. Two engines were ploughing through the snow, when suddenly the whole bridge fell to the north and one engine and the entire train of thirteen cars fell to the south, seventy feet into the water. In two or three minutes tbe flames were shooting up to height of forty feet. They fastened the remaining engine to tbe one in tbe water and drew it up the steep bank, and just as it reached the top, everything gave way and tbe engine fetl back upon tbe burning mass. The town is a mileaway and the fire engines were utterly unable to get through the snow which lay two feetdeep upon the ground. Ninety dead bodies were taken out of the ruins. Twenty-one unrecognized dead rest in the cemetery upon the hillside. How many were entirely burned, with not a vestige left, will never be known Among tbe latter were P. P. Bliss and wife. The bridge was built by Amasa Stone. Tbe civil engineer and bridge inspector exclaimed when he heard of tbe disaster, "I have been thirty years building up a reputation and now it is gone forever." It was the common opiuion that Mr. Stone should have thoroughly exonorated him on tbe investigation, but be did not do so. Two weeks after, he was found shot dead, but whether a murder or a suicide will never be known. Six years later Amasa Stone took bis own life. Another bridge has risen above the rains of the old tbe little brook flows peacefully on and tbe quiet earth holds forever in ber boeom the secrets of this dreadful tragedy.

We spent Sunday in one of the loveliest homes in Ashtabula. Tbe library contains $20,000 worth of books, including an $800 set of Audobon on Birds. Hundreds of volumes of science, poetry, everything that one would love to study. Imagine suoh a feast and not time to read on6 single volume. Tantalus is not the only one whoever thirsted with the water just touching his lips.

A WORD OP EXPLANATION.

I received a letter a few days ago asking, "Are you a pagan at Terre Haute and a saint at Chautauqua,or what is tbe matter?" And learning that tbe Demo crat, in tbe department of "Remember, Son, what he says may be true, but it is always tough," had been making similar remarks, I sent for that paper and received it to-day. Tbe article referred to contains a great deal of what, in Chautauqua, la called "gush." For instance, "Philosophy is what gushes out of the heart of every man and woman." "The philosophy of Sunday grows from tbe merry prattle of children," the quickened pulses of motherhood. "Every birds that cuts the air and warbles a love song to its mate proclaims it otherwise." "Every bug that crawls, and every humble toad that blinks under the hollyhock bushes keeps the Sunday and venerates it just as we all should do." How? I am confused. Most we "sit under the hollyhock bushes and "blink" on Sunday Or, is man supposed to have no higher capabilities for enjoyment than a hog or a toad "What a Sunday to a man or woman with a touch of sentiment for the stillness and grandeur of everything good." Give it up. Send the key or some kind

of a translation. This talk about the fYi-!-*- R"TPQ VfciQt TO K] A freedom of the birds and fish is very V/U.1' UICilA.laol laLUU pretty, but, since the editor believes in .1.

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both hunting aud fishing on Sunday, is

there not danger that a fatal shot or a

cruel hook may forever destroy that liberty At Chautauqua the trees were fall ol birds that bad never beard the sound of a gun, and it was not an uncommon thing to have a bright eyed squirrel run across your path.

But tbe editor says, "I have spent many ideal Sundays in the country. I have gone to the woods and straddled an old log and played seven up all day, and I think when I laid down at night my credit on the everlasting book was in better shape tban many of Chautauqua's learned gentlemen," etc. If such is a man's ideal Sunday I am in favor of giving him the l,pg and tbe cards but I shouldj fervently hope that my brother or son was not on/the other end of the log, for a succession of Sundays spent in this way would surely have no tendency to improve a man's character. I cannot see Anything about it to put a man's "credit on the everlasting book, in good shape." He has learned notbiiig, he has accomplished nothing, he han given nobody pleasure, he has not rested. I should consider it a day lost.

The Democrat says: "If you want to go fishing, go, by all means, and if you don't feel more grateful toward your fellow men, and have your heart running over with more humanity toward your neighbor," fcc. I have seen men who bad been fishing all day on Sunday.,. They had neglected their families all d^y. They v.ere rough, dirty, hungry and worn out. They bad spent the day in unprofitable society and had none nothing whatever to "fill their hearts with gratitude or cause them to run ovet with humanity," and they tumbled Into bed tired, exhausted and utterly unfitted to commence the duties of the new week.

I have spent nearly seven weeks at Chautauqua. During that time I have beard only one sermon. There has been no attempt to convert anybody. Ministers formed a very small part of the population. Doctrines and creeds were not mentioned. There was a population of ten thousand, and I never saw people enjoy themselves so well. I have never beard brighter conversation, never wentj on jollier excursions, never knew grater good fellowship. In these weeks I have not seen one man under tbe influence of liquor, have not known of one fight or heard a single oath. Only wise laws, strictly enforced, could produce such a result. The Sundays were fall of purity, quiet and rest. You might read or sleep, visit, attend a lecture or sermon, or stroll through the parks and listen to tbe music. Men spent the day with their families in a happy and respectable manner.

But Chautauqua is a law unto itself. Such Sundays are not possible in cities. It is possible, however, to stop the sale of Intoxicating liquor, which transforms men into beasts and homes into Hades. Of course it would be wrong to compel people to attend divine service, but it is equally wrong to distort beautiful liberty into wicked license. Men have no right to seek only pleasure in this world. Life is given to us for a noble purpose. Sunday is, by law, a day of leisure. It is, perhaps, no worse to gamble and drink ana carouse on that day than any any other only that many are thus losing their only opportunity for rest and mental and social improvement. The men who make of Sunday a day for base ball, picnics, excursions, card playing and drinking are committing three offenses: 1st, against themselves beoause they are seeking only transient pleasures, gradually getting a little lower in the mental and social scale and preparing an old age which shall be barren of health, respect or happiness 2d, to their families whom they grieve and disgrace and eventually drag down by tbe force of tbeir example Sd, to society* for tbey not only interfere with those who wish to enjoy peace and quiet, but they make it very bard for the better class of people to keep the community respectable enough for good women and helpless children.

With all due respect to this edittfr of the Democrat, who is abetter man tban be leads his readers to suppose, I have felt compelled to say this much in reply to tbe charge that "Mrs. Harper does not believe in the kind of a Sunday of which she writes."

IDA A. HARPXB.

An Egg Race will be a novel feature at tbe fair next week. The scheme is as following: "Ton take 100 eggs and place them three feet apart making the disUnce300 feet in all place a basket at the end tbe contestant* in the race commence at the furthest end of tbe row and place one egg in tbe basket at a time. The whole to be dose within thirty-five minutes and noeggs to be broken. Tbe one doikg this in the quickset time will win fimt prize, and so on. A purse of $60 with three prises will lis given on this ss follows: Fin*, $25 second, $16 third, $10.

i_ 'There is luck in odd numbers,'said

1 or O or an in is he

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ports from "Our Breakfast Table," the luck falls to those who escape the odd 101. It was last Sunday morning that the coterie at Mrs. Comforts were enjoying tbe prospect of along day and nothing to do, Jack having remarked "Really tbis thing of going to church interferes greatly with one's day of rest. Now next Sunday tbe bells will all be ringing ringing a chorus to Wesley's hymns, since the Wesieyans will hold the city, at least so much of it as lies »est of tbe B. B. Park."

The talk idly drifted from the suggested topic—like much of the drifting talk and thought it was better tban practice— as tbey were wating, Jack said, "oontagious to the diuing-room." They talked of theSbapira sheep-3kins and the daily news, xangiug from Job to Joab. McEwan saying "I don't know which was tbe happier, a Job with three friends, scraping himself with a broken potsherd, or a Joab, with six friends, riked by a daily paper. I am reminded of the little boys and the frogs," and be idly turned tbe leaves of a vellum-bound book. "What is that curious book, so short and thick, as if plump with interest?"

It was handed over. Its aucient date, Edinburg, 1826„ and tbe spirited frontispieces, The Triumph of Mordecai and St. Micbaeljpursuing Lucifer, told its character. "I have beard an old grandsire read from this in his old Scottis thus:"—taking the book—"O, Lord, Laird o' us a', how lordie's thy name abowre a' tbe yirtb wha setten haist thy uamelibeid abune the hevins. Frae balrnies' nlouthes an' weanies fine, ye has ettled might again a' yer faes |that the wrangdoer baitb an' wha rights himsel', ye wbushthem ane wi' anitber. Gin I leuk till tby lift, tbat tiugirwark o' thine till thy mune an' the stum, ye bae set aae sikker. What's man, quo I and so on. Or this, 'A wean I bae beeu, an' an auld man am e'en but tbe righteous for-li€d, or his bairns seekin' bread, I ne'er saw.'"

McEwan's softened voice added to the rythm of the homely words, and he added 'As the hiyrt for the wimplin' watirs sighs, sae sighs for you rsel?, my saul, O God. Ae dreid howe till anither sighs, at the rowte o' yer water-spates yer brangers a'an' yer rowin fludes hae gaen owre me bremen. What for are ye dowie, my saul So the old man would read, and be knew it all from end to end. 1 feel persuaded tbat if be who read it so coustantly aud weighed oue part with another so fully, could rever ence it so, could be what he was, thit needn't bother my head with tbe quick critics who tear out a page, skim it, and blast tbe whole book from tbat text— but enough of preachments."

Laura hummed from Rob. Morris "And when I read tbe thrilling lore Of him who walked upon the sea,

Then, O, how I long once more 1 To follow Him in Galilee. O, Galilee, blue Galilee!"

As if tbe whole family were on exhition to day, and Jack said 'with more harmony to a hungry soul'—a weird tune arose from tbe kitchen hard by in Clorinda's best notes, somewhat broken by a lively clatter "Bake dem batter-cakes brown *en brown.

Honor de iam\ Ob, honor de lam'! Turn dem Johnny- cakes roun', and roan', Honor de dyin' lum'l I'm Kwineter put on my golden shoes,

Honor de lam'!" "Clorinda beats yon all," said tbe Professor, "sbe is putting her religion into ber batter.cakes. She never read Whittier, but sbe seems to know •Where our duty's task is wrought,

The near and future blend in one.' Let us go and jndge her works by those same cakes." ». "Wait for the bell,^ said the Major, "to disturb our meditations and this quiet, do'nothing spell. Next to tbis, the most pleasant Sunday scene was down on the old Kentocky farm when I sat under the fine old trees and watcbed tbe little darkies play, or else it waa when I floated down tbe old Mississippi on a fiat-boat—talk of 'Nile-notes'—tbat beatthem all for a dreamy, float—onforever sensation." "Why, did you ever run abroad-horn down tbe river?" "Of course I've tried everything. It was when I was a yonng fellow up in Parke. 1 believe I shipped as supercargo of about 200 smoke—dried hams and came home with a small handful of Spanish dollars and picayunes and a tame horned frog. We, tbe crew, built our own boat on tbe shorea of tbe Racoon. Picking out a big poplar, with axe, whip, saw and adze we did most of the ship building. In the little cabin, with ita little banks like shelves, we bricked a fire-place. The cabin wasn't big enough to awing a cat but we had no cat. I always think of the Ark as a three storied flat-boat. Then we rolled aboard my Art bams, more bams, chicken-ooops, flour from toe old water mill, etcetera, With poles and aweeps we wound into tbe Wabash to join the Terre Haute flop* wad take aboard oar pilot, Worl Gregg, and his fiddle. What would the

GIVK the County Fsir all possible en- trip have been without the fiunoas "Wabash fiddler V*.

Fourteenth Yeaf

"He was a character." interrupted Derby. "There have never been sueh dances here since Worl Gregg played, the violin, Glazier, the bass-viol and Hudson the claronet. Worl was a sleek fellow, with carefully-trimmed and oiled locks aud beard, rolled at the ends, a-la-mode. For years he and old George Habermeyer adorned tbe front of "old George's" saloon. Capital sign, George_ was, good-natu»edly and perpetually' boozy, be was a living witness that bis liquor didn't kill. Great resort his place was for many of our now sedate citizens, no boys however admitted.. We boya used to wonder what Woil did-jj there, what went on up stairs, and why?I| we could find so many clean card^'s thrown ont.jp the alley behind. It is** said that Gregg gave up cards entirely-^ in bis last years!" m: "Long before that time, I can remem-,/ ber going into a little shop, south of the*]1 Square, to celebrate the Fourth. It was in 1840 by the same tokon I remember the Fourth oration that year was made by the eloquent W. D. Gris^, wold. Lange and Habermyer kept the shop. They had both walked into town a few years earlier over the Natlonal Road, to seek their fortunes,,.

Atbert Lange, vho had been, a pollticai prisoner in Olitiuta, Lafaj ette'a Austrian prison, was to begin his honorable, successful career, and poor George, was to be universally liked, but always tipsy aud famous for good liquor and big oysters. Bnt, Worl Gregg, on tbe deck oi a flat-boat, was all right. How often, with several boats lashed together against all ru^es, the men frolicked as Worl, seated off barrel, rattled off the 'Devils' Dream,' 'Arkausaw Traveler' and the like. To the Essence of Old Virginia we floated down the great liver, past the wide bottoms, in which the water shone like great lakes, and tbe monotonous stretches of clayey, crumb-( ling banks, fields full of negroes, chutes down which cotton bales shot Into barges. Steamem puffed past us so rapidly that w^'fceemed motionless, their trailing banners of smoke enwreathing us even while they shot areund distant bends. Strong eddlea drew our boats bumping against the shore, swift crrrents carried us towards fearful snags, and again we would slowly float for hours and days under soft skies no matter what the distant shores, there was always beauty in tbe great swelling tide of turbid water. I forgot I had ever worked, or would ever work again—was even indifferent as to the price of bams and chickens on the

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"I feel much tha^wfty now," said the Professor. "Wonder if I am only driftwood—if mopt of us are—one day is like another—the water around is too turbid to see if deefcor shallow. We work to cat and M«»ep. A few swift boats leave tbeir curling smoke to choke us. I think it is because we feel as you did drifting— there was no to-morrow nor yesterday. You remember the gladitors' salute,'

Oaesar morituri te salutant.' One sees in the fatal arena, tbe procession of athletes. The shrill trumpets blare they pass tbe throne of the imperial Caesar, some fierce, trifling Neroon Commodus. Tbey pass in pairs, horsemen and footmen, steel clad or stripped these the boxers, tbeir fists covered with lead to batter and crush these the swordsmen these, one with net and three-tined spear, the other with keen sword here the archers and there tbe lancers tbis to fight the lion and tbat a tiger. One of every pair, if not both, dies to day so smilingly or doggedly, each cries to his gay lord, 'Caesar, the dying salute thee.' It was because tbey were numbered with tbe dead, tbey fought so. Why not so with us. After all tbis is life. Death is certain—no greater pain nor less can come. With it iu our to-morrow, why not say, 'Morituri, we welcome duty 'Morituri, we defy fate,' with a smile, or with teeth a little clinched, what odds Y*

Jack, gazing pensively at tbe speaker, softly whistled what might read: 'A crotchetty. queer young mani

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Ob do let's take something to eat V* HI Tbe meal ended with many a regret the mutual admiration society stood adjourned.

Derby ruse to go—"Ladies I leave myself to your amiable criticicisms—yours like mine, are softer tban they sound and I know you while you laugh at acts you can like tbe actor, or censoring faults, respect tbeir authors. Good bye!"

Jack—"Ladies,

I kisa your hands—

figuratively. Aa Mr. Weller once said, •No vun ever saw a dead post-boy nor a dead donkey'—for each worn-out postboy drove a pair of tbe donkeys off to tbe Sweet Bye-and-Bye and they disappeared. So I go, but Derby and Professor, yon go first. Ill drive 1"

Laura laughed, a little forced—"They are all gone, and now Cousin Mine., wbrt next?"

Said Mrs. Comfort, "If I ever—but no I will never A week later, tbe house is empty, tbe garden is occupied nigbtly by that wild rover, the city's pet, endowed with 'the freedom of tbe dty'-tbe predatory oow, cobweb in the window and a placard aay "This House to Let."