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OK FBOMA TWO-TEARS SKNTENCK

BT JAKES WHTTCOMB BXUXt from a two-years' sentence 1

Ana tnowtb it had been ten. FSsa think, I wore scarred no deeper In the eyes of my feUow-jnen. 1It fo low -men sound like a fcvtlwt Ton think and I so allow. Cere, in ray home since childhood Yet move than a stranger now I (Pardon. Not wholly a stranger, y For I hare a wife and child ; XbaX woman has wept for two long years, And yet last night she smiled t 6m i led, as I leapt from the platform Of tbe midniqht train, and then All that 1 know was that smile of hen, And oar babe in my arms again 1 Beck from a two-years sentence lnt I have thought the who e thing through i A hint of it cam when the bars swung back And I looked straight np in the bine 4 Of the blessed skies with my hat off I O-no t I've a wife and child ; That woman has wr pt for two long years, And yet last night she smiled t

MOSE'S ANGEL. BT OPIE P. BEAD. CHAPTER I. Any one at all acquainted with Mose Spencer would hare known, by merely glancing at him, as he walked along .the road one morning, that he was ex ceedingly angry; and, one who prides liimself upon being , a shrewd pryer into an individual's mind, taking up each thread of motive and tracing it to the end, would have declared that Mose was beset by that consuming and hopeless anger which finds no relief in

prospective revenge, I am not in

clined to think that Mose was directly descended from that Spencer whose ''May Queen" Hume declares is never

read except by people who look upon such a performance as a duty, for there was not about Mose even the most remote suggestion of that refinement which contemplates poetry. In appearance he was a typical backwoodsman, but his extreme harshness of face could not rest upon this fact for its origin, for many of the mildest countenances and facs of gentlest expression are found in places where the pedagogue lias made but few tracks. Nobody liked Mose. He took such delight in cruelty that lie would climb a fence end go through a patch of briars to throw a stone at a harmless dog. As Mose neared a blacksmith's shop, where several men were lounging, he hesitated upon beholding certain "devilish fellows" as if he dreaded something, but when one of thetn yelled at turn, he shrugged his shoulders and approached them. "We've hearn all about it, 19 said Sam Stoveall. "Hearn it this mornin'. "Yes," Andrew Horn joined in, "an V. re all mighty sorry fur you. "I want you fellers to shet up," Mose replied, lifting up -the tail of his long jeans coat and seating himself on a etump. "The infernal luck is enough Without sich talk." "W'y what's the matter, Mose?" the blacksmith asked. "I ain't heard siothm'? "Gal borned at my house last night," Jffose answered. "Wall, now, that ain't nothin to -cripple a man, is it? Thar's been a gal borned at my house ever1 year from -about as fur back as I keen racolleck, it 'peers to me, an' I ain't seed nobody limpin' round on that account. "W'y, confound yore 'onery picture, man, you oughter be glad that it is a gal. Boys don't do nothin' but cause trouble, no how." "That's all right," Mose rejoined, "but I wanted a boy, an this gal tras'ness makes me as mad as a hornet. I bad jest sot my heart on a boy had prayed fur one, an' dreamed that it would be a boy, an' now, confound it, miserable little ole gal a common ever' day gal comes to take his place. Fellers, it makes me mad, that ain't no gettin' round that fack It makes me ao mad that I have dun tuck a oath that I'll never have nothin' to do with the young one. I wouldn't kere ef he'd die befo' I git home." "Mose, fur the Lawd's sake, don't talk thater way," said the blacksmith. "It's a sin an a shame fur a man to 'press hiftse'f thater way agin his own flesh an' blood.19 "I've dun said it an' Til stick to it," Mose replied. "I bTeve that the Lawd eent that gal jest because He's got a epite ain me," "Pve got a little gal at my house an' I wouldn't take a heap o' no man's money fur her," Sam Stoveall remarked. "She's jest nachully the puttiest thing I ever seed, an' 111 be dinged if I'd give her lor ever boy on the place." "You fellers might talk thisar way till till whut's his name blows his trumpet, an' it wouldn't change my snind none," Mose replied. "An' ef he lives I'm goin' to show her that ehe found her way inter the wrong house." "A man that'll talk thater way is a blamed fool!" exclaimed Andrew Horn. "Be kinder keerfui, Andy," Mose replied. "Bicolleck that I ain't took no oath to put up with everything that a feller is a mind to say to me." "I don't kere whut you'v done nor -whut you hain't done, Mose Spencer, but Fll jest 1'arn you you kain't talk thater way whar I am without findin' cot whut I think of you." "It ain't none o' yore bus'ness whut I ay about my own affairs.' "It mout not be in the sight o' the law," Horn rejoined, "but it is in the ight o the Lawd, an' as I rid a circuit two seasons, you must know that I've Et more respeck fur the Lawd than I ve fur any law our legislature ken make." It don't make no difference if you have rid a dozen circuits, you ain't got AO right to meddle with me." "Don't git ashy, boys; don't git sbvv" said the blacksmith. "Wall, let him tend to his own biztiess," rejoined Mose, He's got no tight to come around givin' me p'inters, even if he did ride a circuit I could V rid a circuit, too, ef I'd a iwanted to." "It's a mighty fine circuit you could rio," rejoined Horn. "W'y, you mout try for ten years to get religion an evm then the first thing you'd know Cld Satan would nab you -jest the same it you hadn't prayed a pr'ar." "I don t low no man to talk to me that way, exclaimed Mose, springing him feet. "I've got enough trouble

an disapp'intment on my mind without being insulted." "Ketch you jest the same as if yon hadn't prayed a single pra'r," Horn repeated. Moses sprang forward, but the powerful blacksmith seized him and shoved him back. "Don't let us have no skylarking Mose," said he. "Some fellers got to skylarkin' in this neighborhood onct, an' one o em trod on a cob, fell' an' hurt hiss'ef an" ever sense then I have thought it was dangers far fellers to skylark. Andy," addressing Horn, "yo're horse is done shod an' I reckon you mout as well go on homo." Andy grinned, and, whistling a camp-meeting tune, mounted his horse and rode away; and Mose, remaining but a few minutes longer, sullenly strode toward home. When he reached that place a desolate log-cabin with two tumble-down rooms, he opened the door with a violent shove and passed into the room which he used as a sort of cobblershop. He sat down on a bench, took up an old boot and had begun to examine it, when an old woman entered. "Mr. Spencer, don't you want to see the baby?" she asked. "Get outen here." "Miz Spencer lowed that you" "Get outen here I tell you." "My conscience alive, man, won't you

let a person talk? You want to understand that you areorderin' yore betters around when you order mo. Ef you wuz a little blacker than you air, w'y I've seed the time I could buy an' sell vou three times a day. You ought to

be ashamed o yourse'f, you great big lubberly, good-fur-nuthin thing, to get mad at that po' little baby, jest like she could he'p bein' a girl ; an' ef I wuz in your place I'd be afeerd the Lawd would strike me down, an' it wouldn't be no mo' than right, nuther. Yore wife wants to see you a minit" "I don't want to see her nur you nuther. Git out. "Now, Mr. Spencer, if you will be a fool, let me advise you not to be sieh a hard-headed one. Go on in thar a minit, please. Ef you don't, I'll vow an' declar that I'll trudge right off home an' let you get somebody else to stay here." "Wail, then, " exclaimed Spencer, throwing the boot aside and getting up, "ef nuthin' else will do I will go in, but

I want it understood right now that I won't have nuthin' to do with that disapp'intin' critter. " When he entered the room he found his wife weeping bitterly. "Mose," she said, "fur the Lawd's sake don't stay mad this 'ere way. I know you wanted a boy but it couldn't be he'ped. Look at the po' little " He turned away, and slammed the door as he went out. CHAPTER II. With stubborn cruelty Mose had insisted upon naming the child "Diser-

p intment, " which was in time short

ened to Diser. She was a remarkably beautiful child, with long yellow hair and with eyes which looked up with charming inquisitiveness. Until she

was two years of age her father took

not the slightest notice of her; and, once when he had froWningly turned away from her outstretched arms, Mrs. Spencer said: "Mose how ken you do that ?" "Don't talk to me thater way, Sue. You know well enough that I don't want nothin' to do with her." Diser grew more beautiful as the

years came, une aay, wnen tne cnua was about four years old, Mrs. Spencer,

upon returning home from a visit to a

neighbor, saw her husband, with Diser

on his back, trotting around the house.

" What on earth has happened ! the

delighted woman exclaimed. Mose, easing the child to the ground and then taking her into his arms, replied : "I hil out like a fool, Sue, but I jest nachully had to come to taw. She 's the sweetest human I ever seed." "An I ain't afeerd o' him, mamma," the little girl cried. "See, " putting her arms around his neck. "He ain't mad at me any more, air you, papa?" "Mad at you! W'y, ef a man wuz to say I wuz mad at you I'd hit him then an' thar." " 'Cause I couldn't he'p bein' a gal, could I?" "No, honey, an' I am glad you air a gaL I didn' think it wuz possible fur me to love anybody as much as I do you. "An' mamma too?" "Yes, an her too." The poor, overworked woman seemed younger after this, and the songs which she sang at evening were of more cheerful tune. Every one noticed the change in Mose's chaiacter, and neighbors who had, during many years, avoided his society, now often called upon him at evening and discussed the scripture while the whippoorwills, among the branches of the hickory trees, tuned their weird pipes. The river being so low that the boats could not run, Mose was commissioned to haul a wagon load of flour from a small town in an adjoining State to the neighborhood in which he lived. It would require several days to make the trip, and the idea of such a journey gave great anxiety to little Diser. "1 will bring you a great big doll,19 said Mose. "Will you?" clapping her hands. "Yes, a great big one." "An not made outen rags, either?" "No; made outen outen blast me, honey, but 1 know they ain't made outen rags. I won't be gone but fo' days, an' then, my gracious, what a doll I whoopee, what a doll !" The buying of a whole wagon load of flour was a mammoth transaction in which Mose felt a keen pride, and he stood about the door of the ware-house giving himself the airs of a great speculator; but his greatest pleasure was experienced when he purchased Diser 's doll. "Jest wrap that up keerfui as you ken an' put it in some sorto' box, he said to the storekeeper. "For your little girl, I reckon, n the tradesman remarked. "You hit it squar, sir; you hit it perfectly squar. You've hearn o' angels, I reckon?" "Oh, yes. "Wall, she's one, whether thar ever wuz any other ur not She found me one o' the meanest an' sininest men in the world, but ef she hain't come

mighty nigh makin' a sort o' sainl outen mo I'll be slathered and slammed." "You love her a good deal, no doubt," said the tradesman, putting the doll into a box. "Look here," said Mose, "ef you didn't peer to be a putty good sort o' feller I'd pull out your nose .long enough to tie in a knot for sayin' that; I love her a good deal. W'y, sir, it's all I can do to keep from drappin' down on my knees an' worshipin' her." "Got any bojaf" "No, an' don't want none. All I want is little Diser." "That her name?" "Yes." "Sort of a curious name, ain't it?" "Wall, yes, I rekon it is to anybody that ain't used to it To tell you tho

truth, I wanted a boy so bad that when she wuz born I named her Diserp'intment Arter I fell in love with fier and that wa'n't until she was a good big gal I wanted to change it, but she tuck on so that I lowed that I'd better let it stay jest as it wuz. Wall, it's about time I was startin' out, for unless the river had riz since I left, some folks! is hankorin' powerful fur flour by this time." When within about ten miles of home Mose stopped at the cross-roads store to get a drink of water. The sun had just gone down behind the distant bluff on the river. When he stepped into the store a loud shout greeted him, and Andy Horn, Sam Stoveall, and the blacksmith pressed forward and congratulated him upon the success of his great journey. "Tell us all about it, Mose, said the blacksmith." "I would, boys ; I'd tell you everything, but the fack is I'm putty nigh dead to git home. W'y, it 'peers like I ain't seed Diser an' my wife sence the drouth. You jest oughter see a doll that I've fotched that chile." "Wall, fetch it in an' let us see it," said Andy Horn. "No, not now. I wouldn't unwrap it

fur pay. I want Diser to see whut good keer I've tuck o' it. Any o' you boon out my way lately?" "No, I "bleeve not," Sam Stoveall replied. "Everybody is been busy makin' cross-ties fur the railroad that they say is comin' through here summers. M "Wall, then, fellers, I must shove on. Good evenin'." He did not deliver the flour, but hurried home, musing that he would gc over to the store after he had witnessed. Diser's joy upon beholding the doll. "Helloa, what's this hoes doin tied here ?" he said when he drove up to the gate. Without waiting to unhitch hie horses he seized the box containing the doll find hurried to the house. His wife met him with a sob, and before he could recover from his astonishment, the neighborhood physician stopped forward and said ; "Mr. Spencer, there is no hope for vour beautiful little girl. She is dying' "My God! Dock, you don't mean " He caught sight of the child lying on a bed in a corner of the room, and rushing forward he dropjed on his knees at the bedside.

"Little angel! little angel! papa has brought your doll. Little angel my God, she don't know me ! Diser little angel speak to me, won't you? You mustn't leave papa, little precious. He can't live without you. Get away, all of you! Let me take her." He took her in his arms. She looked up and said; "You ain't mad at me, air you?" "Oh, my God, sweet angel, don't cay that ! Diser, Diser merciful Lawd, doctor, she is chokin'!" He put her upon the bed, and in frenzy fell upon the floor and tore his hair. "It is all over," said the doctor. The whippoorwills among the branches of the hickory trees tuned their weird pipes. Arkansaw Traveler. In Self-Defence. Returning from a drive in the suburbs of Atlanta I asked the colored driver if a mounted man whom we saw in the distance were a policeman. "Yea, sah," he answered, and then, as if the question had suggested the thought, he said proudly: "I'll be thirty years old next August, boss, and I ain't never been arrested yit." I was about to murmur my congratulations when he startled me by adding : "And I ain't never had but one warrant out agin me, and then they didn't ketch me." "How was that?" I asked. "Well, I kep' out of the way until the trial, and then I gave myself up in court " "What were you tried for?" "For shootin' a nigger." I began to think that my driver was not the innocent lamb his first declaration might have led me to consider him, ho I asked him about the circumstances of the shooting. "Well, boss," he said, "it was Like this : I was livin' on a plantation, and one day I got into a row with another young feller about a gaL It was in a store, and the first thing I knew he hit me with a churn handle and then I shot hi in. They got a warrant out for me, but I wouldn't a had any trouble only the other feller had a good many white friends and they pushed the case agin' me. It cost my father a hundred dollars to get me clear." "Then you were acquitted?" "Oh, yes, sah." "How was that, when you say you Eihot the man?" "Oh, yes, I shot him, and hit him pretty bad, too, but I got off on selfdefence," and then he added, apparently without the Jeast thought of the absurdity of the idea, "I wouldn't ha shot him only he started to run." Boston Home Journal

A Barrel Churn on Wheels. A Pittsfield, H1M man is said to have

made a big barrel churn on wheels, j

He goes through the country gathering , the cream, and when he has secured I

the proper quantity returns home. On the way home he connects the churning gear, and as he drives along the churning goes on as the wagon goes along, and when he arrives there is nothing to do but take out the butter and draw off the buttermilk JVeu York Swu

The Ignorant Contractor. Col. McCracken, IT. S. A., wan the chief quartermaster, stationed at San Antonio, Texas. H-3 had advertised for bids to supply the post with corn, and the contract was to be awarded on a certain day. Col. McCracken was believed to be an honorable and conscientious officer, who would not take a bribe under any circumstances. Tom Howell, of tho firm of Kowell & Smith, was a sharp, shrewd business man, who was very anxious to get the contract to supply the post of San Antonio with corn, but he did not think it was quite safe to offer the quartermaster a bribe, as he had done on previous occasions with other quartermasters. After thinking over the matter for some time ho adopted the following plan to carry out his purpose : He called at Quartermaster McCrauken's office, and asked that officer in an insinuating manner to see that he got fair play when tho bids were opened. Col. McCracken replied in a very dignified manner : "The contract, sir, will be awarded to the lowest and best bidder," Tom Howell took up his hat and bowed himself out In doing so he dropped on tho floor an envelope containing five one thousand dollar bills, the name of the firm of Howell & Smith being on the envelope. Howell immediately went to the office of the chief cf police, and informed him that he had lost an addressed envelope containing five one thousand dollar bills. Howell argued in this way : "If CoL McCracken keeps the mo:iey, I'll get the contract, and I can well afford to let him keep the $o,U00. If

he, cn the other hand, thinks I am trying to bribe hinj and gets mad about it, I will simply say I dropped the envelope on the floor accidentally, and had no intention of bribing him, and that I didn't know where I had lost the money." Kowell had scarcely returned to his office from notifying the police of his loss, when in rushed Col. McCracken,

his face flushed, very much ezcited and holding the envelope in his hand. "What do you mean, sir," he exclaimed, "by trying to bribe a United States officer? This is an insult, sir," and he slammed the envelope down on tho table. Howell made out that he was very angry at the insinuation. He pounded on tbe desk with his fist and roared out; "And what do yen mean, sir, by charging me with attempting to bribe anybody? I merely asked you to see that my bid was properly considered. I dropped that envelope without knowing it, and I have been hunting all over town for it. I want you to understand, sir, that I am a gentleman, even if I am only a civilian." "Now, that is just a little thin," retorted Col. McCracken." "VVell, sir, I'll prove to you that you are mistaken, and then I shall expect an apology," replied Howell. And going uo the telephone he requested the chief of police to come immediately to the office of Kowell & Smith. That official was there in a few minutes and fully confirmed Howell's statement that he had notified the police of the loss of the money as soon a3 he had missed it CoL McCracken was overwhelmed with mortification at having unjustly accused an innocent man of having attempted to bribe bim. He was profuse in his apologies, which Howell at length accepted. The bids were opened next day, and it was found that Howell's bid was not the lowest, but CoL McCracken, feeling that he owed Howell some reparation, decided that the bondsmen of the lower bidder were not good, and gave the contract to Howell, who cleared upwards of $25,000 out of it, without having to spend a cent to lubricate anybody, Alex. Stewart, in Ntw York Mercury. A C hain of Cousins The number of "cousins" any Virginia, South Carolina, or Kentucky family "that was ever anybody" has and claims kin with, has always been a mutter of great astonishment in the North, where this charming "cult" is not cherished. And these cousins "down to the fortieth degree" may be found everywhere. A charming lady, whom the writer has the happiness of knowing, said to me the other day: You would scarcely believe that Virginia and South Carolina families could be related by blood ties to so many people as they really are in England and France. Now, here, holding up a late Parisian journal, is the announcement of the marriage to Princess Eugene Murat, the great grand-daughter of Marshal Murat, better known as the commander of the cavalry in the grande armee than as King of Naples, which he nevertheless was, to Prince de Torrella, an Italian magnate. This bride, Princess Murat, has not less than 100 Virginia and South Carolina cousins. Her grandmother was Miss Fraser, of Charleston, whose brother was the founder of the great commercial house, that during the war was so famous as Fraser, Trenholm & Co. Both the sons of Marshal Murat married Southern women. This eldest, Achille, came to America. His wife was Miss Bettie Willis, of Virginia, whose mother whs the distant cousin of the Dandrhlges, tho Harrisons, the Pages, the Carev,

and many others whose names are historic. His brother, the second son Murat's wife, you know, was Caroline, sis tor of the great Napoleon married Miss Fraser, as I just now told you. So her grand-daughter, who, though a Princess, looks like any well-bred and well-nurtured Virginia girl, is the great grtindniece of the first Napoleon. When John Y. Mason of Virginia, wt.s our Minister to France, the Indies of the Murat household were his particular friends, I know he used to astonish some of the old French gentlemen about tho court of the second Empire by gravely explaining that these ladies were his cousins. The Empress Eugenie heard of it, and was much interested in the fact that the grand-daughters of the ex-King of Naples, Napoleon's brother-in-law and greatest cavalry commander, were akin to a representative from the great republic. I think both the Carrington and Stona

families of this city were connected with tht3 Willis' either by direct line or collaterally, and if I am xiht, they, too, are akin to this young scion of knightly and imperial lineage on the

one aide, and good old Virginia blood on the other. I thought this might be interesting to you, and so I mentioned i. Last of the Ale-Tasters Tho late Bichard Taylor, of Bacup (the ale-taster of Bossi-ndale), may with propriety be desciibed as "tho last of the ale-tasters," says a writer in Note and Queries, ilia proper calling was that of a spindle-maker, hence his nickname "Spindle Dick;" and the curious will find allusions to him in the 'History of liossendale." He was a fellow of infinite humor, and performed las duties to his lord and halmot jnry as if to the manner born, as the following extract from one of his annual reports will testify: "The appointment which I hold is a very ancient one, dating, as you are aware, from the time of the good King Alfred, when tho jury at the court leet appointed their head-boroughs, tithing men, bursholder, and ale-taster, which appointments were again regulated at the time of King Edward III, and through neglect this important office to a beer-imbibing population ought not to be suffered to fall into disrepute or oblivion. To some Hossendale men, indeed, beer, is meat, drink, and washing; do away with the odice of aletaster, an inferior quality of the beverage may be sold, and the consequent waste of tissue would be awful to contemplate. In my district there are fifty-five licensed public houses and sixty-five beer houses. The quality of beer retailed at these houses is generally good and calculated to prevent the deterioration of tissue, and I do not detect any signs of adulteration." When discharging his high functions Dick carried in his coat-pocket a pewter gill measure of peculiar old-world shape, with a turned ebony-wood handle in the form of a cross that projected straight from the middle of tho side. This symbol of his office was secured by a leather thong about half a ycrd in length, one end being round the handle, the other through a button-hole in his coat As might be expected, he was occasionally summoned before the

bench on the charge of being drunk and incapable; to this he alluded in his report : "1 have even been dragged before a subordinate court and fined 5 shillings and costs while fulfilling the duties of my office. " In a wide and populous district the duties, when conscientiously performed, were more than mortal stomach could bear unharmed ; in tho words of the good ale eonner, "deterioration of tissue" was certain to ensue. The last of the aletasters died a martyr to duty on October 10, 1876. Demons Everywhere. From the Tyrol, from Switzerland, from Germany or from Brittany, come well-aicertained accounts of the popular belief in certain wild spirits of the wood, who are painted in all tho most frightful shapes the imagination can suggest and are characterized by their delight in every possible form of malev

olence. They kidnap and devour children, bewitch the cattle, and lead men to lose their way in the forest. They can assume any shse, from the most diminutive to the most gigantic; nor is any form of bird or beast an impossible impersonation of them. The fSkongman, the forest spirit of Sweden, is like a man, but tall as the highest tree ; he decoys men into the wood, arid, when they have hopelessly lost their way and begin to weep for fear, leaves them with mocking laughter. The conception is well-nigh identical with that found among the natives of the forest of Brazil, showing with what uniformity similar conditions produce similar effects on the human miiiih But the Russian spirits Ljeschi (from a Polish word for wood) are even more significant; for not only are the usual diabolical attributes assigned to them, sv.ch as the leading of men astray, or the sending to them of sickness, but also the conventional diabolical features. Their bodies are after tho human pattern, but they have the ears and horns of goats, their feet are cloven and their fingers end in claws, The Bussian wood spirit is in fact the devil oi medieval imagination and nothing else a feat which strongly supports the inference that it is from th wood and from the wind rustling over the tree tops that the idea of the supernatural agency of devils first took possession of the imagination of mankind. It is in no way inconsistent withlthe,.

theory that besides devils of the forest there are those of the air and water. The conception is one which would have met with no barrier to the extension of its dominions, and the devil of the tree or forest would from the first bo closely associated with,, if at all distinguished from, the spirit that moved in the trees, and was powerful enough to overturn them. In this way the wild spirits of the woods would pass insensibly into those spirits of the air which our ancestors identified with the Wild Huntsman, and which English peasants still often hear when they listen to the passage of the Seven Whistlers. Gentleman's Magazine. Ko More Rhyme Than Keaso i. God bless the kickers ! the dear old kickers God bless them, every one For they'll kick when you're sober and in for work and kick when you're in for fun ! They'll buck at improvements in real estate they'll buck at booming tho town and at everything that'll work for good, some kickers will frown a frown! If this thing or that is thought to be good some other, they'll say, will be better; and if one should write them up as a "mass" they'd knock off that superfluous letter! When these self-same kickers arrive at the gates the pearly gates of Heaven they'll kick if offered a nice small crown and pick out a big number leven. On earth, in Heaven, at home, on the street, there are men who are bound to kick; until, we declare, there's no peace anywhere 'tis enough to make a man sick! So out on those kickertt, those chronic old kickers that blight that is thrust on ft town and when they kick with their mulish ways for heaven's sake, frown them down! .Brule (Dak.) Index

YOUTH NO BAR TO FAilH. Gratnes Attained by Some of ttm World' I'rominvMtt Men in Early Age. fBoston Gazette. Charles James Pox was m Parliament at 19. The great Cromwell left the University of Cambridge at 18. J ohn Bright was never at any sci-iool a day after he was 15 years old. Gladstone was in Parliament at 22, and at 24 was Lord of the Treasury. Lork Bacon graduated at Cambridge when 16, and was called to the ba;- af 2L Pool was in Parliament at 21, and Palmerston was Lord of the Admiralty at 123. Henry Clay was in the Senate of the United States at contrary to the Constitution. John Hamptan, after graduating atOxford, was a student at law in the Inner Temple at 19. Gustavus Adolphus ascended the throne at 16. Beiore he was ;U ho was one of the great rulers of Europe. Judge Story was at Harvard at 15, in Congress at 29, and Judge of the Supremo Court of tho United States at 32. Martin Luther had become largely distinguished at 24, and at 55 had reached the top-most round of his worldwide fame. Conde conducted a memorable campaign at 17, and at 22 he, and Turenne also, were of the most illustr ous men of their time. Webster was in college at 15, gave earnest of his great future before ha was 25, and at 30 was the peer of the ablest man in Congress. William H. Seward commenced the practice of law at 21, at 31 was President of a State convention and at 37 Governor of New York. Washington was a distinguished colonel in the army at 21, early in public affairs; commander of the forces at 42 and President at 57. Maurice, of Saxony, died at 32, con ceded to have been one of the pro foundest statesman and one the ablest generals which Christendom had seen. Napoleon at 25 commanded the firmy of Italy. At 30 he was not only one of the most illustrious generals of all dma, but one of the great law-givers of the world. At iG he saw Waterloo. The great Leo X. was Popo at 38; having finished his academic training he took the office of Cardinal at 18 only twelve months younger than was Charles James Fox when he entered Parliament. Only one civilian out of the Presidents of this country geine:1 his first election after he was 60, and that one was James Buchanan. The chance for the Presidency after 60 is small and growing less. William Pitt entered the university at 14, was Chancellor of the Exchequer at 22, Prime Minister at 24, and so con tinned for twenty years, and when 35 was the most powerful uncrowned head in Europe. From the earliest years of Queen Elizabeth to the latest of Queen Victoria England has had scarce an able statesman who did not leave the university by the time he was 20, and many of them left at an earlier age. The late Lord Beaconrield left: the cloister and entered the reat world early, as did John Bright, and com menced his political career by writing a book at 17, in which he predicted that he would be Prime Minister

Hamilton was in King's College at 16; when 17 he made a notable address on public affairs to the citizens oi New York; at 20 he was entrusted with most important mission to Gen. Gates; was in Congress at 25, and Seoretary of the Treasury at 32. John Quincy Adams, at the age of 14 was secretary to Mr. Dana, then Minister at the Kussian Court; at 30 he was himself Minister to Prussia; at 35 he was Minister to Russia ; at 48 ho was Minister to England, at 56 lie was Secretary of the State, and President at 57. There have been twenty-two Presi dents of the United States. Five ef them were elected at 57, and six attained that great office before the age of 50. Three military men past 0 have beexi elected. Two died vory soon, and the other was Gen Jackson, and he was 61 when elected, Liu-hia. A Chinese Emporer once sent an ex pedition to regain control of Liu-Kin, but the affair was a fail am Then came a period of civil war, which split the island into thre kingdoms, after which China stepped in once more and exacted a tribute, which was regularly paid for live centuries. The three kings of Liu-Kiu formally declared themselves the vassals of tho Chinese Emperor Hong-ou, who advised them to give up fighting end cultivate trade A colony of thirty-six Chinese families was sent over from Fokein, and Chines books, Chinese writing, and Confucian ism wero introduced In the fifteen century the three king doms were once more reunited under one king, to whom the Emporer of China gave the name of Chan?, name retained by the royal family of Jan-Kin even unto this day. By this time there was a tolerably high state of civilize tion in the islands, with numerous temples of considerable wealth. A large trade was being conducted reifularly from Napha with Satsuma and other provinces of Japan as well as with China and Cores. In time the island s became a sort ef entrepot in the commerce between Chir.a and Japan, and the Kicg ef LiuKiu was a sort of permanent mediator in the quarrels between the two great nations. By and by, however,, when Japon began to cherish the Mubitions designs of "annexing" both Coin a and Corea, she sought, first of all, to induce the King of Liu-Kiu to acknowledge her supremacy. This the King refused to do, whereupon the Japan aso invaded his kingdom, plundered and bin ned his citre, and took him away captive. In the seventh century tho Chinese again gained the ascendency, ond so, tossed as a shuttlecock between the battledores of the two rival empires poor Liu-Kiu fared badly until 1850 when payment of tribute to China finally ceased. In 1879 th Japanese deposed the King and forcibly annexed the islands, and in 1S85, duriag the Franco-Chinese war, the formal recognition of theiir sover eignty was granted by China. All the tear EoumL