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ItlHlSTEK BEARS A LOUDER CALL

fBcIowl flock tbe p&rsoa said, tnen paused anrf wiped his eyes ; As pad tor and aa people we must sever tender ties; I've a call to go to Blanktown to be their chosen pastor ; A ctdl so loud to disobey, I fear would grieve the Master." Beplied the spokesman of the flock: "Though toud the call may be. We'll call you louder to rK&oin ; an X for eviary V Those Blanktown people offer you, we'll give to Iseep you hero ; We trust you'll hear a voice divine, our call's so loud and clear." Wit 1 sobbing voice the parson said : "My duty's clearer now ; 111 f tay Tith you, beloved ones ; to Heaven's will I bow.

Boletus sing, 'Blest be the Tie and sing it clear and strong, To leave you when you call so loud, would be exceeding wrong." The, in his study he sat down a letter to indite Untc the church at Blanktown. Thus did the X arson write: "I've wrestled o'er your call with prayer; the lord bids me to stay. And consecrated to his work. I dare not disobey." Rickmond Telegram

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COURTING AJCHOOL MA'M. BY OLIVER KIMBAIX. Seth Squires was in love with the District SchooMVIa'm, and desired to esrort her to the Fourth of July celebration at the corners; but he hated to face LJhe battery of those roguish brown eyes, somehow, as he told his especial friend and confidant, they took all the grit" out of him. Ber& advised him to write. Seth was not wholly pleased with the idea, for although he was the owner of a rich and beautiful farm, and other property besides, that amounted to $20,0)0, which had been left him by his father, and as much more in prospect at his mother's death he was deplorably ignomnt His intellectual attainments were confined to a little reading and writing, and a knowledge of arithmetic which barely enabled hfo to do his busin3ss. In lace and form he was anything but beautiful, being of a tall, ungainly.

shambling form, and possessing a face adorned with whitish, watery blue eyes; nnooutfi features; a dark red complexion and numerous freckles,combined with firey rqjl hair and mustache; and on which was written, in imperishable charac ters, the sordidness and miserliness of his mean little soul. m Seth had never been hardly out of sight of his own chimney, and, of course, knew nothing of the ways of the world, for what was the use of spending money for traveling when it was so much better to keep it to spend to astonish the neighborhood, as for instance, for a carriage and a span of horses which would mae all the boys wild with envy, and the girls crazy to go with him. Seth enjoyed bis reputation for being the richest young man for miles around and nothing delighted his dear little soul more than to go first with one country lass and then another, and then tell, to anyone and everyone that would listen to him, of their great anxiety to "gobble him up," as he expressed it. .Said he to Bert: fBein' she's a school-marm she's up to U the dura stuff yon git out o' books, grammar and such. It does well nqiff fn: poor feller to study and learn 3rbut t ain't no benefit to a rich man I on't have to! Bert promised to help him, said he: "Ii: we can't git up betwixt us a letter chuck fall of polite grammar ond su oh then you can eat me fur a skunk, durned if you can't." "Wall, yon should oughter git up a letter lettern I, fur you ben four weeks to the ,cademy.n The more Seth thought of tbe idea of writing the letter he liked it; therefore the consequence was, that that afternoon found them closeted in Seth's room with the door locked, and with the swsat pouring down their heated faces, its in an agony .of inspiration, they sought disparingly to clothe their letter in proper garb, with the aid of "Fox's Book of Martyrs," and Herrick's "Albenic," all the books that the house contained. They wasted ink and paper with a reckless abandon, which showed at once that Seth a meant business," as Bert said, regardless of expense. Seth did the writing, as he could write the better hand, and Bert did the composing. Seth commenced: "Miss Nora TVitherspoon," by Bert's direction, then he wrote "Dear Hissl ''No, I won't; it sounds too durn fresh !w "Wall, then, dear friend." "I don't like that there neither; it don't sound jest right," declared Seth. Wall, let her go as she is then," replied the sorely puzzeled helper. "No, that sounds as if I felt so durn big; I won't do that,9 still complained the rich man. "Wall, put what you mind to, I'm tired o' tellin' you what to write; you're so durn 3d particular. I guess I'll go bum." "Now, now, Bert clon't git mad and leave, fur then I should go crazy sure, an' I ain't fur from it this minute! I should Uhiak you'd lave some pity fur me; here I am covered with sweat an' my head hoppin' like blazes ! an' the durned letter has got to be writ somehow. I tell you what I'll do, you help me git this here up in good style an' I'll give you a dollar, clean cash; come, that's fair. You can't say it hain't!" Being thus adjured, combined with 4xe potency of the dollar, caused Bert to melt. Once more be tried hia tactics at composition, "Why don't you put it 'Dear Miss Nira Witherspoou?'" he said. "You've hit the nail on the head at last!" cried Seth, joyfully. "That sounds something like, so highfalutin' an' grand." And he very laborously -put that down. 44 Wall, now, I've got so fur; Miss Nora Wirherspoon, dear Miss Nora WithersDOon. Now, what next?" "Wall, less see, hum, wall, 'I take my pen in hand fur to fur to', less see, yes, 'fur to ask you fur the honor an pleasure of your honorable company to the Fourth o' July celebration to the turners'. There, howVt that?" he asked, with cunsci a 1 p ido in hi voice. "That "und ail proper. Quick, tell

it off slow'fore you forgit it, an let me put it down." After much patient labor, both as to writing and to spelliug, and after spoiling two sheets more of paper, he finally penned it down on a third, and then was ready for the next.

"Wall," said Bert, "I s'pose you want an answer right away, don't you?" "Yes, yes."

"Wall, then, 'please, answer by re

turn mail. You see there won't be auy return mail as both will be drop letters,

but i$ sounds big. Less see, what did I

have? Oh, yes, please answer by return mail, and oblige yours forevermore, anxiously, Seth Squires'. There ! how's that suit you?"

44 That's good, but I want a P. S. ; in

all highfalutin letters they allers have

'em." "Wall, writedown what I've got, an' then I'll go fur your P. S.," said the perplexed composer, striving to earr the dollar. After destroying another sheet of

paper and commencing and going all

over again, seta was reaay xor tine Jr. es. "Why not put in a piece of poetry, something like this, for instance? 'The rose is red, the violet's blue; Honey is sweet, an' so are you " "The very thing!" exclaimed Seth, nnthusiastically. "Bert your a trump! and I shan't furgit this right away," he said, fervently. After writing down this dainty little stanza, Seth, very complacently, read over his letter, and said he: "That

sounds as if purty school-marms had writ it; she can't find any fault with that air." But in searching for an envelope to enclose his precious missive in, he inadvertently overturned half the contents of the ink bottle over it. "By gee ! what cussed luck I'm havin' ! Now, 111 have to go all over her agin, an' I'd rather give five dollars then do it," he gi-oaned. "Wall, do you suppose she'll bite?" asked Bert, after the letter had been completed again, and was at last ready to mail. "Yes, I s'pose she will, Bert Jones,

she'll go fast enough. I've got to see the girl that 'ud refuse to ride in my carriage, behind my blacks." "Wall, I guess there hain't no danger btit she'll go quick enough, but gin us that dollar. I've earnt it fair enough by the looks of the paper around. Durned if it don't look as if you'd been writin' up a sermon !" "Wall, here's your dollar, and I don't begrudge it a mite. I say, Bert, don't you wish you was a goiu' to marry such a darn little handsome high-flier as I

be?" smirked Setb. "Why, hello, I didn't know as you was goin' to git married; it generally takes two to make a bargiu." "Oh, wall, she won't refuse. Money is king. She'd be a darn fool to; there hain't everybody as rich as I be that 'ud take up with a poor school-marm, not wuth a cent, an' don't know a livin' thing about dairy work. But I don't care, she jest suits me, an' the ole lady can learn her." "Why, I used to think you an' Mol Jackson would step off." "He, he, Mol 'ud be only too glad to git me, but I never meant to marry her. I shouldn't if Nora hadn't never come here. I was only havin' a little fun, you understand, nothin' more on my part. It used to tickle me nigh to death to bear the ole lady tell what a rusher Mol was at makin' butter, an' how she'd play on the wash-board. I jest said to myself, 'not, you don't all boss,' I haint eatched so easy. How mad Mol '11 be when she see's me round with the little daisy; an' all you fellers '11 be lookin' glum enough, he, he." A few days after Seth encountered Bert in the road, and drawing a letter from his pocket, he showed it to Bert with the following remark : ''Read that there, an' see if you can maje head or tail of it, an' tell me what it means, anyhow." Bert took it and read : Mr. Squires : Your kind invitation is received, for which please accept my thanks, and also my regrets, for. owing to a formor engagement, I am constrained to decline, "Bespectfully. "Nora Wither spoon." "Wall, don't be so 'tarnel slow, what the ole Harry does she mean, anyhow?" "M:an? Why, she's engaged to go with some other feller?" "Sure? she says 'accept her thanks,'" said Seth, anxiously. "Yes, ye3," replied Bert, impatiently, "but that's only a polite way of tellin' you, you've got the mitten!" Seth looked like unto a boiled lobster, and i'ooiish enough to sink into the earth, and could find nothing to say to Bert's rude peals of laughter, finally, however, he recovered enough to say, very sheepishly: "Wall, you give me your word you wouldn't tell a livin' soul, so I reckon no one'll be the wiser. Bert, here's another dollar for you, jest as a present, you know, an' mark my words," rushing into a violent rage, "it won't be healthy fur the feller that takes her. Ill fight him as true as I'm alive, an' cut nim out, an' bring her hum, I swar it!" he cried, emphasizing his remarks with many an oath. And as Seth was a powerful fellow, and "had the monev," as he said, Bert

didn't doubt that he would do all he said. "Wall. Seth, T'll be darned if I should wanter stand' in nis boots, if you git him once." "I'll bet you wouldn't," returned Seth, smelling around like an enranged turkey gobbler which has sighted a red rag, Seth drove to the corners early on the Fourth and lf&pt an eye out far Nora and her "feller but in vain. He saw her not and to all his anxious inquiries when he met Bert he received the same answer: "Ain't seeu hide ner hair of her." What could it mean, anyhow? He couldn't toil, and so concluded to

take Mol Jackson, who, by the way, was very willing to be taken, and drive around by old Calkins, where she boarded, and .just let her see that he didn't ask any "darn odds" of her anyway. So he did, Mol lie, resplendent in a pink gown, and a brass necklace, looking like a full-blown peony. He drove by and saw Nora, as he told Bert "not dressed up a durned bit, but with some common light thing on with a lot of weeds an' stun0 in her belt, but lookin' darn handsome .

jade ! out under the tres with an awfnl dandified lookin' feller with a black mustache. We come on 'em so all-fired quick that I seed him take his arm away from round her waist durn him! an 1 guess he'd been a kissin' of her, fur he was a bendin' over her, but drawed his mug back as we come 'long, an' Nora she was red as fire, but her eyes shone jest as devilish as ever an' don't you believe she'd the inipardence to bow and grin at me!" Something less than a week 'afterwards, as Seih was very busy mowing, Bert came along and, as Seth checked his horses, he asked with a mysterious look whether he "had heard the news?' "Naw, what news?" "About Nora?" "No, what is it?" said Seth. with visible uneasiness; for he had not entirolv relinquished his hopes yet. , "Why, she wa'n't Nora Witherspoon none the time!" "She wa'n't?" echoed Seth, openmouthed. "No," returned Bert, picking a timothy and proceeding leisurely to chew it. "Wall, what was she, then, for the Lord's sake?" "I don't jest know her right name, fur she was married when she come here ; and that there feller you seen with her was her man. She got married a week er so 'fore she come here to teach, an' she 'lowed it would be better to keep it secret while she was teachin'; butcher schools out next week an' so she up an' tole when ho come up the Fourth from the city. So you writ an wanted to go with a married woman! A purty good thing on you, I take it! hal ha!" For once the man of wealth (?) had nothing to say, and, in spite of Bert's protestation of eternal secrecy, and sundry bribes, which he accepted, it got out, and many was the treats which poor Seth had to stand, as well as the rude jibes and jokes from the .envious bovs whom he had heretofore most cruelly "cut out." Seth was fain to let people understand that he didn't care a "durn." So in order to do so, he amarried the bonne ing Mollie off-hand, much to her elation, contenting himself with swearing eternal enmity to all school-ma-ms forever more.

The Bad Old Times. For a change, how does the foregoing caption look? We have long been accustomed to the other phrase, "the good

old times;" let us change it. There were the bad old times of the French

revolution, when blood flowed like water

and tbe greatest murderer was the best

fellow. There were worse old times

before the French revolution; time of

tyranny and royal caprice and unutterable debauchery iu high places; time3 that could only be purified as by fire. There were the bad old times of the

middle ages in Europe, when children j were allowed to have their feelings j wrought up so that they would enlist

by the 10,000 in a hopeless crusade .against the Moslems, only to did by the 10,000. There were the bad old times in England when it was a perfectly respectable thing for a gentleman to get drunk once in a while, and when no one was read out of good society because he was a gambler, and when women labored hail-naked in the coal mines, worse treated than the onkeys themselves, There were the times when only the few could obtain an education, and the masses could scarcely hope to get above the condition of their fathers. There were the bad old times in our own land when there was only one professing Christian to every fourteen of the population, instead of one in five as at present ; when our rulers were pronounced atheists and our scholars were pronounced skeptics. There wore the bad old times of slavery and disunion and Civil War andcarpetbagism. There were the bad old times when no one voice, even of one crying in the wilderness, was raised against the curse of rum-selling; when some miuisters of the Gospel themselves tippled at each house on their round of pastoral calls, and the members of the flock were not slow to follow their example. Let us thank God that the bad old times have gone never to return, as we hope. The new times are not as good as those that are coming, but they are better than the past, and the eastern sky is brightening. Golden Rale. Discouraging to Story Writers.

I caught a glimpse in one of the big

iron safes belonging to a weekly story j

paper the other day, and found its roomy compartments filled to over-flowing with manuscripts of all shades, colors, and sizes. The most of them were yellow with age, and I was assured by my friend, the proprietor, that not a few of the stories had lain within the walls of the fireproof receptacle for over thirty years. Everything represented so much cash invested, from the three verse poem of unreeoted love to the thirty column serial of blood and thunder. It is not likely that many of the old manuscripts will ever be used, as they are very much out of date as regards style and plot. There were hundreds of stories which tell "how they lived happily ever- afterward," and as far as Indian romances are concerned, there was a quarter Section of the safe devoted to the subject. I'll wager there is many a good little gem stored away there, and it will be many years perhaps another generation before the poems and romances are put in type. I find that the majority of the weekly story papers that have been established any very great length of time always carry more or less stock of manuscript on baud, and there are at least half a dozen of these papers in New York could publish week in and week out for years to come, without even so much as thinking of looking for now material. New York Graphic. Confessions of an Autograph Fiend First Autograph Fiend I don't see how you got autographs from all those great poets. Second Autograph Fiend Easy enough. I would write some "Sweet Singer of Michigan" sort of verses, and print them in our local paper under tlu name of the poet I wanted to strike Then I'd write to him, asking if it wu true that they were written by him. I'. get a red-hot letter in reply every timv New York Weekly. ,

The Resident's Folicy. It was in the border States that the Jivil War was felt most severely. Ken:ueky, Tennessee, Virginia, and Missouri, were the debatable ground, occupied first by one army and then by the other. Missouri, in particular, suffered greatly from guerilla warfare. The headquarters of the army of the Houthwest were at St. Louis, with Gen. liosecrans commanding. He had been bo annoyed by the depredations of bushwhackers that he finally declared Lis determination to ictaliate in kind. When, therefore, tidings were received that a Major and two soldiers had

been attacked and murdered by the 'Bald Knobbers," the General gave infitant orders that a Confederate major and two private soldiers should be taken out and fchot. The order avrs at once executed as far aa the privates were concerned, but, strange to say, among all the prisoners, of whom the city was full, not a major was to be found. Through the underground railway, with which way one was so familiar in those davs, the prisoners had got wind of the affair, and although there were many Captains und Lieutenant Colonels, no one confessed to the rank of Major. But Gen. liosecrans was not to be thwarted. Not long after, a Major Lyons was captured coining into the city in disguise, and an ordsr for his execution was issued forthwith The officer had influents I friends, however, who bestirred themselves in his behalf. They appealed to the President; and before the day appointed for the execution a telegram was ieceived from AVashington ordering a reprieve until there should bo time for the examination of the papers in the case. The General was very angry. He threw the telegram on tiie table with indignation. "Officials a thousand miles away," he stormed, "interfere with orders they know nothing whatever about P He had better resign at once, he declared, if he was to be allowed no liberty of action. If his orders were to be set aside in the face of the enemy, and he was to be thwarted at every turn, how much authority did they suppose he would be able to enforce? He would not submit to being incessantly interfered with in this way. But the orders were peremptory ; there was no help for it; let the General storm as he would, the execution must be delayed; and command was given accordingly. In about ten days came a letter, not from the War Department, but from the President himself. 'I have examined personally all the papers in the Lyons ease," wrote President Lincoln, "and I cannot see that it is a mutter for executive interference. So I turn it over to you. with full conlhtenee th.it you will do what is just and right ; only begging you. my dear g eneral, to do nothing in reprisal tor the a5C. only what is necessary to ensure security for the future; and reminding you that we are not fighting against a foreign foe, but our brothers, and that our aim is not to break their spirits, but only to bring them back to their old allegiance. Conquer by kindness let that bo our policy. Very truly yours, "A. Lincoln." When Gen. Rosecrans took up the letter, it was with a aneer. "I suppose this is to set aside my authority altogether," he said. But as he read the lines his face softened, until at the end his eyes were moist. "Grand old man!" ho exclaimed; "if the South onlv knew him as he is, there would be no war." Then, putting the letter into the inner compartment of his private drawer, he turned to his desk and wrote a Hue or two. " See that it is carried out, he said, handing the slip of paper to the Adjutant, and he went back into his own private room. "There, boysT said the Adjutant, throwing it on the table. Every one crowded around, expecting to see the order for an immodiate execution, which, now that the heat of the moment was over, seemed almost a relapse into barbarism. Great was their astonishment when thev read the words, "Let Major Lyons be released on pai'ole. "Koskcraxs, Commanding" The old building echoed and reechoed with cheers. "Hurrah for Rose-

crans !

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"Hurrah for the President.

Indians Gathering Rice. The work of gathering wild rice at Rice Lake, Ont., is a picturesque business, as it is performed only by a tribe of Indians who have a reservation running down to the north shore of the lake. They ai'e a pretty well civilized lot and make a good living by selling baskets, fish, etc., to the thrifty farmers round about, and derive no little revenue from the wild rice, which belongs to the government They alone are allowed to gather aud sell it, and it is used by them and by others as food. Of late years, however, the demand for it as seed for stocking lakes for wild fowl has grown rapidly. Its dark-green spikes rise-iu dense masses out of the water to a height of four or live feet. A buck and a squaw generally work together at the harvest. The buck, seated in the stern of his caaoe, decked out in his grandest finery, for the annual harvest is made the occasion of much pomp, paddles his bout among the rice. The squaw, of cour-je, does tbe hard work. She pulls down the heads of rice over the canoe, and with a stick beats out the grain into the bottom of the boat. When a load is secured it islanded, scooped out of the canoe and dried for sale to the merchants without shelling or other preparation. The best way to plant it is to sow it broadcast late in the fall just be lore the water freezes over. New York Tribune. Disease iu Lower Animals. The theory is held that some of the lower animals suffer from disease induced by the same family of germs that cause typhoid fever iu the human species, and that they may, bv means of their secretions aud excretions and slaughtered carcasses, convey the disease back to man. Many instances are recorded where outbreaks of what appeared to be typhoid have been traced to the eating of meat of animals knownto have been diseased whon killed. One authority relates the following; A oucoher refused to buy a calf, because it was manifestly ill ; die familv, therefore, to whom it belonged killed and ate it themselves, and six of their number were attacked with typhoid fever. tr. Crawford tells of another msUuof

ofthisRort At Kloten, a plvj sc?en miles north of Zurich, on the iJOth of June, 1878, a festal board was spread, and 690 persons partook of the viands, of whom 290 fell ill with typhoid fever, and 378 others who had eaten at the inn whose landlord had furnished th collation, making in all 608 persons affected with tho disease from the effects of the same feast. There we re 49 others affected t econdarily, making 717 cases directly and indirectly from the feast. The cause of the outbreak was traced directly to a sick calf furnished the innkeeper by a butcher, as it wa? clearly shown i;hat only those who partook of the veal thus furnished were attacked. This veal had been procured of a dealer at freebaoh, who had sold the liver of the satne animal to a fellowtownsman, who was in like manner attacked with typhoid fever. The brain of the same animal was sent to the parsonage at Seebach, and all the family were attacked with the i3ame disease. The calf was ascertained to have been almost dead when receiving the dispatching blow from the butcher. Notwithstanding the large number of instances which appear to .support the theory that typhoid fever is communicated by animals to man, it is by no means settled that isuch is possible. In fact, there are grave doubts if the disease caused by eating meat believed to be infected was actually typhoid fever.

The Flag Protected'. Some three or four weeks ago C. G. Coutait, of Lamar, arrived at the Hotel Ramona, at Cascade, says the Denver News, Col. Derby, the manager, shook him by the hand, scanned his features earnestly lor a moment, and inquired: 44 Mr, Coutant, were you ever in London, Ontario?" "I was there once," replied Coutant, about 1867, I think," "Was pretty certain it was you," said Col. Derby, aYou were at the Tecumseh Houso tho night it ws,s attacked by the mob. The two me a shook hands and the recognition brought out the following story : Col. Derby was a native of Montgomery, Ala., and was an ardenfe and enthusiastic Confederate. After the close-of the war he drifted into Canada and became manager of a prominent hotel :in London. During the excitement of the Fenian invasion a very bitter ieeling, as will be remembered, existed all over Canada against the United States, and one evening a mob assembled about Col. Derby's hotel, in London, and demanded that he pull down the stars aud stripes which he had floating over the house. The Colonel very politely but very firmly declined to comply with the deina d. Then the excited Canadians proposed to take them down; and Col. Derby began vigorous measures for defense. The stireet wan packed with an angry crowd, and its leaders were evidently bent on raiding the hotel. One flag hung outside just above the door, and this the mob succeeded in pulling down by driving nails into a large pole and forming a hook with which they tore down the stars and stripes. But when they attempted to enter the hotel to reach the flag on the dome of the building they were met by Col. Derby and the few Americans who happened to be stopping at the hotel, w ho swore they would kill the first man who offered a further insult to the national flag. There was a dangerous glitter in the eve of the ex-Confederate Colonel as with his revolvers ho faced the Canadian mob and warned them back. The American spirit conquered; the mob hesitated, fell back and dispersed, aud the old flag continued to float over the hotel bo long f.s Col. Derby remained its manager. The incident has its lesson and illustrates not only the personal bravery of the man. but also the love of the American for the flag, no matter what uniform he may have worn during the civil war.

A Serious Fact. "Gentlemen," said an old printer as he took a seat at a bar table among a party of convivialists, "I'm not acquainted with you and I cannot understand this courtesy. I say courtesy, for when an old printer wants a drink, he wants it. I have seen a good many men in life and I don't know that I ever saw any one who when he wants a drink, wants it keener than a printar does. I don't know why this mark straight, if you please is placed upon the trade, but it is. Drummers, I suppose V9 "Yes," answered a round face young man fror$ 'Cincinnati. "We belong to the strolling profession. You say you do not understand this courtesy. I'll explain. See:.ng you wink at the bartender, and noticing tbe white-apron gentleman frown at you, we concluded that you wanted a drink; and besides, no flattery intended, we saw that you possess an interesting air. We'd like to know something of vour history. -Well," said the old fellow, "I haven't much of a history, but such as I have, as Peter remarked, I will give it thee, Before the war I was a rich man. I owned a flue plantation in Arkansaw. 1 owned about fifty negroes, and wa highly respected in th3 community. Among my slaves was a negro named Ike, a sharp rascal who gave me a great deal of trouble. Well, the war came on, and of course I lost everything. Ike was the first man to leave me and entoi upon his life of freedom. Well, I sold my farm and soon squandered the money,, and then, with nothing else in sight, I entered a Kentucky printing office. I finally learned enough of the trade to insure my success us a. tramp, and about two weeks ago I came back to Arkansaw. When 1 arrived in Little Rock, I found work rather scarce, but finally I secured work on a weekly paper published here. The foreman of tlui office was very polite, and the next morning after I went to work he approached me and said: Come in and let me introduce you to our editor, one of tho most trenchant writers in the south." "I went in, and, by George, sir, I was presented to Ike, my former slave Give me another straight." Arkansaw Traveler. Visitor Thai engine acts verj quoerly, it seem; to me. EngineerQuite likely, sir. It has an eccentric rocL

A GHASTLY NEWGATE CUFBOltUfc Full of C&jts anl HuHtn oi' Uasds o Jfv (terors and CrimlniU. It w&8 the practice of tue authoritiu up to the time of the murder of Mr. Biggs to take a cast of the heads rxd fv?es of -criminals after execution. Oui guide commenced his tour of the priactfi with an exhibition of a cupboard full i these memorials. It was a ghastly show of fearful countenances, low' foreheads, large brutal mouths, full nocks, Btrong jaws, and weak, broad chins and narrow, and beneath them all tbe marka of the rope which had strangled them. See in this fashion the criminal countenances were no doubt considerably discounted, but not so seriously as a caricaturist of some of oar public mn would have us believe. How certain of the shining lights of the day might look, shorn of their hair, atod in prison dress, offers a temptation to auy artht wha is opposed in politics to the maa he is drawing, but he would have to give rein to his bitterest imagination to match the countenances in the Warder's cupboard at Newgate, I could not help thinking that Franz Muller wiui something like but let us not be per Bonal. "This is the head of Martha Browning, who murdered her mistress, yov will remember, in Park lane; killed he for the sake of some bank notes, whicb, when she got them, turned out to be on the Bank of Elegance. This (tapping the grim bust with a curious familiarity) U Franz Muller who murdered Mr. Briggs, and, after denying his guilt almost to the last, confessed it in a conversation with his Lutheran pries t. This is Greenacre, who cut the body of his victim tip in pieces and hid them in various parts of the town. Greenacre's was a tell-tale mask a low forehead of the worst form, and a thin, wide mouth; that had the "down ward drag," stiff and cruel. A. good thing for some of us that we do not shave ! Do you remember the mustache movement? It was probably started by some interested person who did not care to go about with his wicked mouth exposed to the general gaze. Leech did some of his. most characteristic sketches in Punch during that curious period. I was visiting at a little provincial town in those days, where the leading draper of the place had been hooted and called "Frenchy," and pelted for coming bck after a holiday with a beard and mustache And I remember as a boy that the records of the Burke murderers were still used as Bogey by nurse maids whose charges would not keep close to their apron strings. The fear of being "Burked was a lively one for may a long year alter Burke W;is hanged at Edinburg and Bishop and Williams at Newgate. "These are the heads of Bishop and "Williams." said our guide, pointing te a particularly ugly couple; "they murdered a little Italian boy and offered the corspe at King's College for twelve guin eas ; they were body snatohers. And this is Mrs. Brownrigg, who used to take little girls as apprentices and then murder them; that was in 1783." "Do you notice that some cf the masks have open eyes?" asked the bar rister. " Yes, and they remind me of the line in Poe 'His eyes have all the ceemittg of a demon's that is dreaming Lwir don Sunday Times. An Old War-Horse. There is living at Hamburg, J.t near the New York State line, a horse foaled in 1856 and having a remarkable history. The horse is of blue blood, his sire being Rysdyk's Hanabletonian and his dam a Harry Clay mare When the late Col. Samuel Fowler, who was tho founder of Port Jarvii, entered the field in the war of the rebel lion, in 1862 at the head of the Fifteenth New Jersey volunteers some o his friends presented him with the horse, which, under the name of Restless, was already celebrated for style and speed as a war charger. Col. Fowler rode the charger through the battle of two bard -fought campaigns' and until he was stricken with the disease which withdrew him from the tiervice and shortly after ended his lif3. When Col. Fowler left the field Restless passed into the hands of the chalain of the regiment, the Rev. A A. Haines, who rode the horse in the discharge of the duties pertaining to his office until the close of the war. Altogether Restless participated in over thirty battles and skirmishes, including the eng;agements at Petersburg, Fredericksburg, Winchester, the

Wilderness, and Gettysburg, and he carries the scar o a wound received in the last-named battle: Since the war ended Chaplain Haines has kept the veteran charger on his farm at Hamburg and five years ago he retired the old horse honorably from all work. At 33 years old Restless is in comparatively good condition aud promises to live some time yet. He is Turning White. Rev. Thomas Cole, pastor of tie East Dallas Street M. E. Church at Houston, is in the city attending the colored Sunday school convection, saya the Galveston News Rev. Mr. Cole is the victim of a very jeculiar freak of nature, and from being a black man is rapidly turning white. He says the change began to first manifest itself in 1883, wheu he was working for the late Dr. McClanahan of this city. It firt appeared in a little white spot on hia wrist. Since then the white surface has begun to enlarge and spread all over his body in spots of various dimensions, from seven inches iu length to three or four inohes m width down t spots not larger than the civcuiafereno$ of a large size bird shot. He says his " body is striped lik a zebra. His hands are nearer whito than black, and his face is beginning to turn, making him a very conspicuoun object. He being naturally very black ia color, the contrast is all the more striking. As he is attracting a good deal of public attention, atni being avoided as a leper, he called at the Sews office last night to ask that the statement be mads that his physical pec iliarity is the result of a freak of nature, and not caused by any disiao. He has always beeii perfectly healthy a 'd ha never suffered tho least puvHuv vm mve lio'tee f thil peculiar Irexk thw a i hi playing upon him.

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