1878-06-14; Clare County Press

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But a mansion fair and pleasant.
Know h allEo of peer and peasant
,-. For its Sindly cheer.
j .'"iVtlthfta glacWBandleufy covers,
Ferny haunts pf loitering lovers,
And the shy-wild deer.
Crimson blossoms redly glowing,
Flickering shadows o'er It throwing,
Veil tho lichen's stain;
Sunset gleama Of ^os« and anibor,
Whero the ivy tendrils clamber,
Flush each casement uuuo.
Lurks no ghost-behind tho arras,
Happy midnight dreamy to harass,
Wakes no Banshee's wall;
Tapestry, ner antique lumber,
Doth its sunny hall incumber,
Bhtold nor suit of mail.
Morning wakes its household nolsee,
Busy footsteps, laughing voiceB,
Ar in days of yore:
Bin nB Us warm hearth, too, brightly,
AUiere the gay groups gather nightly,
Though it knows no more.
Hearts, by other loves supplanted j
Steps, that once ila precincts haunted,
Hushed by mount and sea;
Onlj. my sad heart remembers
FIom ery Junes and dark Decembers,
Spent, old home, iu thee 1
Shadows pace tho garden alleys.
Wander with me through the valleys,
Join my voodlahd walk;
And by the streamlets willow-shaded
Whero iho song-birds serenaded,
Parted lovera talk-
Idly walking.idly dreaming,
With Ihe sunlit waters gleaming
Golden at their feet,
Whilo the fair-haired chlldcn plunder,
Ilosj -mouthed, with blue-eyed, wonder,
Fruitage wild and sjveet.
When I stretch my hands in greeting,
Each familiar name repeating,
Straightway from my sight,
Back to angel bowers they vanish,
Even aa beams of morning banish
Visions of the night.
MX -WIFIS,
My little wife is out beyond the burn,
I see her parasol behind tho flr,
And here am I Inditing verse to her
Ere she return.
That pretty bird is happy there concealed,
This fragrant chamber smiles a peaceful s rule—
What Joy to slDg tho joys of home—the while
My Joy's afield.
My spouse Ib mild—she's meek as any nun,
And yet her spiritual calm is such—
Somehow one's always feeling sho Is much
Too good for one.
Bhe thinks I'm wise and handsome—'tis hor creed
I wonder am I either I   On my word
Sometimes I've wondered "an'my bonnie bird"
ThinkB so indeed.
^Perhaps l for Rhe my homage ne'er rope's-
Perhaps I might have loved herhalfaiife:
Perhaps—had sho but been tho little Wo
Of some one else.
J3llt why should I complain of cross or cares ?
While entertaining her (who won't complain)
It may ba I an angel entertain—
And unawares.
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CHASED   Bit   AN   KNUINE.
A Conductor's Story.
I was riding on a night irain of the
Pennsylvania Central from New York to
Wasliington on a mission as newspaper
Oprrespondent. We had passed Baltimore, and within an hour's time would
be at our place of destination. The
conductor had finished collecting tho
fares, and, seeing a vacant seat by my
side, had dropped into it, as if for a little rest at the end of a tiresome dav's
work. He made an entry in his notebook, closed it, placed it in his breastpocket, buttoned his coat, folded his
arms, and then turned to me with a
friendly remark, as if now he felt at
|iberty to lay aside all official dignity and
W sociable. I was glad to while away
tWtitoa,as th^^ train was rasliing -"
srest without, and so I encouraged
Ihe ob^versafion.
" Yon have met with some interesting
experiences, and, perhaps, with some
great dangers, in the course of your
life," said I, the conductor's grizzly
beard showing that he might have seen
a long service.
" Well, perhaps tho most exciting
time in my experience was the night I
was chased by an engine—a night which
this ono reminds mo of," said he, looking out into the darkness.
" Chased by an engine 1" said I, getting interested. . "How did that happen?"
"Well," said the condnctor, settling
down in the cushion and bracing his
knees against the back of the seat in
front, "many years ogo I was running
the night express on Long island from
Brooklyn to Greenport, a distance of
ninety miles, the entire length of the
road. The Long Island rood was then
a one-horse affair, having only a single
track, with switches at the different sta-
tions to allow trains to meet and pass.
On the evening to which I now refer I
started from Brooklyn with the old Constitution, long since broken up, but then
the crack engine of tho road, with a baggage or freight car and three passenger
cars. The night was just as dark as a
pocket, or, if anything, perhaps a littlf
darker," he added, as if he had accurately tested the internal obscurity of
that useful portion of the dress.
" It must have been very dark," said I.
"Wo were the onlyregular train upon
tho road that night, with the exception
of the Greenport express to Brooklyn,
which was to start at 10 o'clock and meet
us at Lakeland station, in the middle of
the island, switching off there to allow
us to pass,
" Well, wo wero perhaps six or eight
miles on our way when I stepped out on
the back platform of the rear car to see
if it was growing any lighter. Wc were
then going over a part of the road
trieh was as straight as an arrow for a
distance of four or five miles. As I was
looking back over this stretch I saw behind us, at the distance of three miles
or so, what I knew was the head-light
of an engine, as it was too bright for
anything else ; for of course I did not
Buppose the Government had been putting up any lighthouses along the road."
" Probably not," said I.
" "You may be sure I was a little surprised," said the conductor, "for there
wasn't an extra train once a week upon
that road, and I knew that there was
none going out from Brooklyn that
night, anyhow. I waited for a few minutes, until I saw that it was really an
engine coming, and, what was more,
was gaining rapidly on us, although we
were going at our usual rate of speed.
When I was satisfied of this fact I hurried forward, and said to the engineer,
■Jake, tbere is a train close behind us.'
"Jake dropped his oil-can and his
lower jaw at about the same moment,
and looked to see whether I was crazy
or joking.
"'Well, let the fireman attend to
matters here, and come back and see,'
said I.
" We hurried to the rear, and in a
moment Jake saw as well as myself that,
if there was any joke in the matter, we
were the victims of one ; and of rather a
serious one, too, for the train in the rear
had gained on us a full mile while I
had been forward. The red cinders
were pouring out of the smoke-stack as
ff from a blast-furnace; the headlight
threw a glare along the road, burnishing tie iron rails to our very wheels.
Close as he was upon us, the engineer of
tlie advancing train had not given the
proach, and made no response to our repeated whistles of alarm. Ho was violating all railroad rules, and, if ho had
determined to secretly run us down, ho
would act just as ho was thou doing.
Jako at first seemed to be struck dumb
—not so much because he then thought
of danger as the cool impudence of the
ongireer behind. Ho looked as if he
would like to throttle him. His tongue
after a while got in working order, and
ho broke out, 'What does toiu" crazy
fool mean?'
" 'The engineer must be either crazv
or drunk,' said I. 'If he keeps on in
that way ten minutes longer he will
surely bo into us;' and T signaled the
fireman to put on more steam. ' What
businoss the train has upon the road at
all to-night is what puzzles me.'
" ' I wonder if it isn't an engine the
old man is sending down to Jamaioa to
the shops for repairs?' said Jako. 'I
saw the Bon Franklin standing on tho
side track with steam up as we started.
From the way she overhauls us, there
can't be much of a train behind her.'
"I did not know but that Juke might
be right, for I had seen the Franklin
standing in the depot when we left.
The engine was just as fast as our own,
aud if it was without a train attached, as
Jake supposed, might easily gain on us,
as it seemed to be doing. 'At any rate,
we shall seo when we pass Jamaica station whether Jake's theory is correot,' I
thought, and said to him.
"By this time the fireman, acting as
engineer, had ghvu our engine all the
sfoarn she  would  tako, and we  were
slashing along at a  lively rate, I tell
you," said the conductor.   "The good
people alo.'jg tho road who were out of
their beds must have thought that a
railroad Gilpin was riding another race
according to the new style.   I was angry
enough to have sent a bullet at   the
■crazy engineer following us, and I determined that my first business the next <
day wbould be to complain to the Superintendent of his foolhardiness. I thought
that possibly, being for the moment his
own master and no longer under the
immediate orders of a conductor, he was
indulging in a kind of a railroad spree,
aud, for a lark, was driving us to tho top
of our speed, expecting to end the race
and his day's work at the same time at
Jamaica,
After waiting a reasonable length of
time for him to resume his story, I said,
"When the collision occurred, was it
with the train in front or in the rear, or
with both?" '
"0, tho collision |" said tho conductor. "Well, now you come to tho ro-
diculous part of the story. Tho collision did not tako place at all," ho said,
in an apologetic tone, as if there? Plight
to havo been a serious accident after so
much preparation. "While I was standing on the platform, thinking whether I
had better warn tho passengers to hole!
themselves roady for a shook, Jake
came forward dragging after him two
large petroleum cans, each of whiph
would hold a quarter of, a barrel of oil.
"'Now, then,' said Jake to me, *if
you will oil one sido of the track, I will
the ptlier.' '
V THE VIK-jUKSi
- «T-S
An Iiilcroatlng Trttpi
[Paris (,'or, SMfr!
Gen. Grant ..„,...
Italy on the-7th;/
spoil don t took. occft
General's attontio*'
tho North Amerlpk,,
Biolmrd Taylor,. ""'
Gon. Grant Jiad 1
Virginia against hi"
in doing so liad
of  100,000  men.
also called tho aty
to the article ii^tl
from the pen of/tbj
in which Mr,
Grant, uponllie
lor, aTor having "ir v
ory1*y] attempting
coin his own faulfe
other campaigns.'•'
was   an   interostini
. Gen. Grant, some 1
I will rescue front
torieul value.
"So far as Mr; 'W^? i« concerned,'
said tho Gongnjj
resentment, 6iick
:?**
"Well, we toro through that sleeping
village without stopping long for refreshment, I can assure yon, and then
Jake and I looked to see our comieAl
friend in the rear pull up at the- station
and take lodgings for .tho night. But
wo were mistaken in our guess.- Uot a
whistle was givenby ourpursuer as a Big-
we were doing our very best. Sometimes
a curve in the road would shut him a
moment from our view, but he would
round it in an instant,  and every new
turn brought him more closely upon us.
Jamaica had been left far behind, and
we were out on tho wide Hempstead
plain.   The old Constitution was on her
muscle.    Our train was actually swaying
and rocking with speed like a yacht on j
the waves.   The telegraph-poles, upon
which the light from our windows would !
glint in the dense darkness, wore flying j
behind  us   at    every    second.     The
sound  of  our  wheels  as they struck '
the ends  of   the rails was a continu- j
ous hum.   But,  do  the   best  that  it I
| might, our engine with its heavy train J
! was no match for the light-weighted one j
1 behind.    That was gaining upon us, and
j was not the eighth of a mile off.   The
[ glare from its lantern shone brightly in |
j our faces; I thought Joke's face looked a ]
little pale, and perhaps mine did, too. j
I Now that our pursuer did not halt at j
i Jamaica, wo were entirely off our reck-
! onings, and we could make no guess as j
j to the cause of our ekiwe, nor whop it
woi.ld cud.    The prospect seemed that
we might be driven to the end of the
road, if  wo  wero  not  overtaken   and
smashed before it could bo reached.
"'That's the Franklin, sure,' broke
out Jake once more,
on the road could overhaul us as wo are
going now. What can that fool of a
Simpson mean by driving her at such a
rate ? He must be drunk. If the boss
don't break him to-morrow he won't get
his deserts. He will be into us ill two
minutes.'
" ' You are right, Jake,' said I. ' Go
forward and see if you cannot get up a
little more headway. Empty a few of
those petroleum cans on the wood, and
pitch it in: and boc what can bo done.'
" While Joke was forward on his errand I thought over the situation. Here
I was with a hundred or two passengers
under my care, all ignorant of the dim-
gf r which I know they wero in. Tf we
should bo overtaken and crushed in the
rear, the disaster would be a strions one,
and would probably cause the death or
injury at least of some of the passengers. If we were not smashed in this
way, there was another and, perhaps, a
greater danger before us. The train of
which I have spoken, which left Greenport when we left Brooklyn, was on its
way to meet us on the same track. It
should switch off at Lakeland, in the
middle of the island, and allow ub to
pass an hour after we skirted, or at 11
o'clock. It was now half-past 10, and
we were close to Lakeland already, and
would pass there long before tho arrival
of the Greenport irain, whicn ordinarily
got there first. The result would be
that we should meet the tr.iin beyond
Lakeland without warning of our approach, and a collision in front as well
the rear would be the consequence.
" We reached and flow through Lakeland depot nearly half an hour ahead of
time. Of course the Greenport train
was not there yet, but was coming down
the road. Our speed was now a little
ahead of any ever before made upon the
Long Island road. The telegaaph-poles
fairly danced behind us, and the brishes
on either side of the track seemed a continuous wall of fire as they were lighted
up by the flame which was pouring out
of our smoke-stack. But, dangerous as
it was for us to keep on, it was just as
dangerous to slacken speed, and so on
we went."
The conductor rolled his quid from
one cheek to the other, raised the window by his side and expectorated into
the outer darkness, and became silent
for  several moments,  as if burdened
"X saw at onco what his plan was.
Wo each brought the mouth of an oil
can asnear to the polished surface of tho
rail as possible and commenceds pouring
on it .kerosene.   In less a minute a half-
mile o* ihe iron rails on both sides was
nicely oiled,  and   as   slippery   as tho
tongue of a Hebrew dealer in secondhand clothes."    _ traordinary missl
Ion have raised my expectations of- out of placo.   It
a catastrophe so high that you have been' Welles' fame "that'-
obliged to grease tho track so as to let  his last yeara in al
thorn down again easily,'";said T, for I very administratio*"
felt a little   nettled at tho unexpected   prominent tola*' '
turn the story had   taken, and was in-       "As to GeiT
rimed to believe that tho conductor wbh "Lincoln Ism
drawing largely upon his imagination for  lor fouirht ott
the facts.                                                      onthWotlier
"Why, don't you know that ah engine  Bide    So far
can rio more make lieadway on a greased"   oerned we are ^
(rack than a tomcat can climb a steep   tained the" beef
roof covered with  ice?" said the con-   sure he would
ductor, with a pitying glance, at one so ness.as I would
profoundly ignorant of railroad mutters   one of thdmoal
rifySe1/- •iI.A11aP/S1, Jnkd on the talks Ul arid
back, and said, ' Old follow, your 'cute-, dike men -of' ^
ness  has  brought us, all ont of A bad- facta blondei! with
SC1SPr°"    r ,   «     , * tbatthatifTaykft.
..   'In bifow seconds the lantern of the   tive nntruULaah*'
tram behind us was getting dim in the   itwoaltlboo*"^
distance.     We  slackened   speed  and  not any willfnfci '
backed down to B"e"e. "what; tjift matter  in all seriowrta*
was with Simpson,' as Jake said.  There   better "■" v^^
stood tlie old Ben Franklin puffing an'?      'K'BmJ'/
snorting and pawing like a" mad bull, tho   " this H^oliti'
dnvmg-wheels buzzing around on, the       "lhaw *'
greased trao«-lik| piltppsficsfed, butadui"«tlie"ro a*r;
gaining an inch.   We'sanded the track  tide-b"*Wt»
and bore down upon the old machino,   wholly'ita     '
, Jako was the first aboard, ipoffing for a  shado***
good chance at the engineer Simpson,   that in   """
But np sign.of an engineer, fireman, or   Lincoltf
any other living Wmg, was^fobe-found. -M 186* IS
The engine hadohlya tende* attache'" In 1 ■ -v-i *m
and, although^hero^wfwsij^sto: *,',,„  ti<(.     -r-lI»:
  .     '3mm)Tzmn{"«_
ie5ch"«rffi"d-Bl£Fi6r^ goffia1rTy"up^&yjnincB nver
the switch when the Greenport train,
which we should meet there, came in,
and were waiting as if nothing had happened, and as if we had not been fifteen
miles out on the road to meet it a few
minutes before,
" The telegraph operator at Lakeland
handed me a dispatch which read as follows:
" To CoxmrcTim C :  Tho Ben Franklin
has broken loosu and is coming up tho road.
Turn switch at Lakeland and run her off tho
track. Bautox, Sup't.
"Bbooklvs, 10:05 p. ra.
" You see we did not have much time
for turning switches at Lakeland," he
continued, "so we did still better, and
saved tho old Ben—which was not responsible, after all—from a smash-up."
MFAI»N.
fill Gon. Grunt.
Horalfl,]
this city from
ij". Yourcorre-
"to bring to the
L publication in
faviedt) from Gen.
" iu' effect that
his campaign in
^judgment, and
in/ay the lives
correspondent
Of the Geneial
lantie Monthly
Gideon Welles,
y»i»igned Gen.
tyof Gon. Tay-
jliincoln's mem-
owupon Lin-
Wilderness and
fSi result of this
Onversalion with
^•points of which
~on for their his-
story of tho conference between Mr. Lincoln, Mr. Stanton, and myself whon I
took command of tho army. The question of my plans aud their wisdom or unwisdom was never afterward a subject of
conversation or correspondence. If
there wero blunders in that campaign
they wero blunders of mine, mid not
those of Lincoln or Stanton. Thoy did
everything in tho world to assure my
success. Upon mo and upon mo alone
must tho wholo responsibility fall."
is ,dead, and any
"' feel at his exits would now be
irtunate for Mr.
honld have spent
gto belittlo the
Iwhiek he held a
m.
kfal
assault on Mr.
d. Gen. Tay-
side, drew pay
ites on the other
and I aro con-
and havo niiun-
s. I am quite
ri6 any unkind-
•liim.    Taylor is
o of men, who
great deal, and,
often gets his
<a. I mean by
ibout mo a posi-
in this article,
inadvertence—
o would speak
knowing any
. correspondent,
getlier true ?" "
did the General,
things in the ar-
refers to me is
l*o,, without a
*" i TayttAsayB.
,ween President
• and myself,
campaign in
llosuck con-
>'*ncfa ojan*
. Baylor
lOetf.
Uncle Pete Objects to the "Possum Hunt,
"Now, look-a-hero, Mahsr Tern, and
you all; you all wouldn't a-ketched me
out on this yere hunt ef I a-knowed yo
was a-gwino to hunt 'possums.    'Taint
no luck to hunt 'possums; eborybody
knows dot.   De debbil gits after a man
as will go a-chasin' 'possums wid dogs
when he kin cotch 'em a heap man com-
fortabler in a trap.    'Tain't   so much
dilTrenco 'bout 'coons, but de debbil ho
takes care o' 'possums.    An' I 'spect de
debbil know'd 'bout dis yero hunt, fur
de oder ebenin' I was a-goiu' down to de
rook-spring, wid a gourd to git a drink,
and dar ou do rock, wid his legs a-dang-
lin' down to do   water,  sat de debbil
hieself   a-chawiug'   green   tcrbacker!"
"Green  tcrbacker?" says I.    "Why,
Undo Pete, ain't the deb'bil got no better sense  than  that?"    "Now. look-a-
hero, Mahsr Martin," says he, " do debbil knows what he's about, an' ef green
terbacker was good fur anybody to chaw
he wouldn't chaw it, and' he soys to me,
'Uncle Pete, been a huntin' any'possums ?'   And says I, ' No, Mahsr, I neb-
ber do dat.'   An' den ho look at me awful, for I seed he didn't furgit nothin',
an' ho was a sottiu' dar, a-shinen as ef
' o was all polished all over wid shoe-
blackin', an' he says, ' Now, look-a-here,
Unclo  Puto, don't you eber do it; an'
w'at's dat bout dis 'yero Baptis' church
at tie cross-roads, dat was   sot afire?'
An' I tole Mm dat I didn't know nuflin'
'bout dat—not ono single word in dis
whole world.   Den he wink, an' he says,
'Dqmbruders in dat church hunt too
many 'possums.   Dey is alius a huntin*
'possums, and dat's de way dey lose der
church.   I sot dat church afire mesef.
D'y' hear dat, Uuole Pete?'   An' I was
glad enough to hear it, too, for der was
bruders in dat church dat said Yeller
Joe an' me sot it afire,  cos wo wasn't
'lected trustees,  but dey oan'i say dat
now, far it's all plain as daylight, an' ef
dey don't bleab it, I kin show 'em de
berry gourd I tuk  down to de rock-
spring when 1 seed de debbil.   An' it
don't do to hunt no more 'possum:!, fur
de debbil'd jistas leab soratch do end
ofe-Tiis tail agin a white man's church, as"
|£ War, or any
how I would
orts Mr. Lin-
lovernment re-
of an army be-
Igton.   Mr. Lin-
giightest signal to warn us of hisap-   by the recolleoMon of his former perils,
.Murdered by Harsh Words.
The Providence Journal says: "A
curious and painful ease occurred at New
Bedford, Mass., Thursday, which might
raise the question whether manslaughter
may not be caused by threat and demonstration of violence, and the consequent
effect of fear on a feeble constitution, as
well as by actual bodily harm. As to
tho moral guilt of tho criminal there can
be no doubt. One Frederick Jennoy, a
middle-aged man, addicted to liqnor,
had been maltreating and abusing his
' No other engine I wife until she had been compelled to i
i—i I ag]c the interference of tho police.    She
was in feeble health, and her mother, a
woman of nervous temperament and 70
years of age, was in attendance upon
her. Thursday evening Jenney came
into the house and addressed the old
lady in such abusive and threatening
language that she left the house and fled
to a neighbor's for protection. She re
turned at a later hour, in the hope of
attending upon her daughter unmolested,
but the man attacked her again so wickedly with threats that, although a neighbor was with her as a protector, she was
seized with a tremor of terror, and, iu a
short time, fell to tho floor dead, her
thread of life having been undoubtedly
snapped by fear and excitement. The
violent brute was arrested, and, although
I such an extraordinary case is probably
j not included within the provisions of the
law of manslaughter, he is undoubtedly
I as guilty as if he had struck the feeble
| woman with his fist and sho had died
from its effects."
Luxuries or Lire.
Compilers of statistics sometimes
come into possession of singular facts,
which not infrequently indicate the peculiar tastes or habits of the people.
For instance, it is ascertained that the
amount of teas, coffees and sugars consumed by the people affords a fair criterion to judge of tlie financial condition of tlie country. These articles are
not necessaries of life, but luxuries, and
it is fair to presume that people wean
th ernsolves from such luxuries, in soma
degree at least, when the times are so
pressing that necessaries are difficult to
obtain. Statistics show that during the
year 187i the importation of teas and
coffees fell off and continued to decrease
up to a few months since. A comparative statement for the eight months ending with February last exhibits the fact
that the purchase of teas was increased
12,000,000 pounds over theimport during
an equal period of time in 1877. The
value of this increased purchase is $12,-
002,120, ngainBt §111,175,590 in tho former year, The item of coffees shows
835,554,678, against $29,311,772 in 1877.
Sugars are reported at 738,000,000
pounds of imports, valued at $37,84.1,-
373—an increase of 25,4.00,'000 pounds.
These figures manifest a return to the
free use of tho simpler luxuries—a good
sign; —Syracuse Standard.
President or Secret*
one else in authority,
advance.    Gen. Tayloi
coin as saying that thtl
quired the intorpositiJ
twecn Leo and Wa'shi _
coin never said a W9rd|lresembling this,
or anything at all, on tlie subject.   Gen.
Taylor reports me as saying that any
change of route from my own by the
James to another would   cost 100,000
men.   This is pure fiction, as, indeed,
the whole story is a pure fiction.    Gen.
Taylor says that the whole story comes
to him well authenticated, and he has no
doubt of  his   correctness.   There   are
only three persons who could authenticate   Bitch   a story—Mr. Lincoln,_Mr.
Stanton and mysolf.   Lincoln and Stanton are dead, and I say the whole story
is a fabrication, and whoever vouched j
for it to Gen. Taylor vouched for a fiction.   I feel it due to the memory of i
these great men, apart from any senti- j
mc-nt of self-vindication, to make this denial as emphatic and clear as possible."
This denial of Gen. Grant led to an
interesting resume on his part.    " I remember," he said, "very tiell my first
interview with Stanton.   You know I
d'd not come to Washington until I came
in relation to an order to assume command of the armies.   I had once been
there as a young man, but otherwise it
was my first trip.   I found Stanton cordial ano williug to do anything, so we
suppressed the robellion. Nothing could
Henry Clay.
No   American,  probably,   ever  pos
scssed the secret of personal influence
ovor men, and know so well how to use
it, as aid Henry Clay.
His secret lay in his warm lioart and
romarkable memory. Ho never forgot a
favor or a face. His journeys to Washington wero performed slowly on horseback, or in tho leather-lmng stages which
crossed tho mountains. Every shopkeeper or negro hostler on tho way
claimed "old Henry Clay" as his
personal friend. An old gentleman
gives us tho following reminiscence of
him :
"I lived  in   a  littlo village on the
National road.     One   evening, when I
was a boy of 14,1 was closing father's
store for tho night, when a tall, ungainly, keen-eyed m-m entered hurriedly.    I
had seen his picture.   The blood fairly
stopped in my veins.
" 'Is Mr. Noel in?'
" ' No, sir, he is out of town.'
"Ho turned away with great annoyance.
"'I am his son, Mr. Clay,'I said.
' What can I do for you ? Anything in
tho world.'
"Ho laughed.    'I am   on   my way
home, and find myself out of money.'
" I flung open my desk.
"'I would like to borrow $100,'ho
said,   making   out  a   due   bill to my
father.
"In a day or two the money came
back. Four years afterwards I was in a
town whioh was preparing to receive
Clay as the candidate for President.
There was to be a barbecue, au illumination, etc. A procession of citizens and
soldiers went out to meet him. I was
an awkward country lad and I followed
in the crowd. Tho leading politicians,
all the great men of the town, were in
front.
" On reaching the little roadside inn,
a muddy hack outside showed that Mr.
Clay had arrived. The next moment he
came out on tho porch. Thero was a
deafening cheer. His eye swept over
the crowd, and he singled me out. He
held out his hand.
" 'Ha ! my friend Neol!' he said.
"That was the proudest moment of
my life ! Clay had his faults, but the.
man who could romember to give pleasure to a poor lout of a boy, at aUch a
time, had a noble humanity."
In a little wlilto house on n hillside gte6n
Lives a boaullful wpuwuns ever wbh teen:    "
In the Blxly-flVe years that sho's lived, tni»7 nay,    ~
She's been grow ing more beautiful every day.    •
You do not beliove it 1   Ask Stifle, my sister,
She's the yory first person thnt ever had kissed hor.
And If she'd not nursed her by night and by day
Poor Sue would havo been in a very Bad way.
I cau bring other witnesses whom you may face,
They will iell you the same—they were in Ihe sain
cape.
"Has sho lovers?"    Yes, surely!   No* less  than
eleven!
Sho has seven on earth, and four  niorq up   ny
heaven. --'
Her hair is so beautiful—faded and thin. *
Thero aro  beautiful wrinkles, from  forehead io.
ehln,
Her eyes aro as charming as charming can be,
When she looks o'er her glnssee so fondly at me,
And I know by her life, which has beautiful been,
Sho is liko " the Kiug's daughter"—" all glorious '
within."
Ah, you'vo guessed who it Is!    It could bo no
other,
I'm sure, than my beautiful, darling old mother.
PITH ANDJPOINT.
A status-oasis—A telescope.
Tho Kail in the Heftrt.
There is a story told in English greenrooms, to tho effect that a certain carpenter, a long, long time ago, murdered
his wife by driving a nail into her skull.
He fled, and, the better to conceal his
identity, became an actor. He rose to
eminence, aud the whirligig of time and
the wheel of chance brought him to the
very village in which, years before, he
had killed his wife, whose murder, however—so the Btory rnns—had not been
suspected, her long, thick, black hair
concealing the cruel wound from which
no blood had flowed.
The part  was   Hamlot.     Whatevor
memories the place evoked he had sufficient mastery over his feelings to keep
them hidden.    Tho first scene of the
fifth act came nn.   The theut.r stood on
what had formerly been a burial-ground,
j and the property man had not to go far
for skulls,   but just dug a littlo and
! bought up a dozen or more, and at night
j tossed them into the trap for the grave-
digger to shovel on the stage. He handed
a skull to the Hamlet, saying :
I     "-Here's a skull now hath lain yon in
. tho earth for three-aud-twenty years."
Hamlet—" Whose was it ?"
I    Grave-digger—" This same skull, sir,
was Yoriek's skull, the King's jester."
Hamlet took the skull, saving :
"Thiw—"
Ho tinned pale and staggered, for the
skull had ibf t on it one long lock of black
------ -    - tiie
A Ilomn title Career,
Mr. Isaao Johnson, of Port Penn, has
fallen heir to a fortune  of  §150,000,
§100,000 being invested in United States
bonds, and $50,000 in property in the
City of Mexico.   jUjr.sJoh-nson'B life has
te^ an eventful one, ..At.ttie tender age
.oQ*«FyeanKh"aii*«aiHe*SiSWilffl]toBin-
1k£imWfma1^Ee^)o^a^^»
Delaware.   He drifted  down  the bay
and was picked up by the bark Henry
Young, commanded by Capt. John Hall,
since deceased, and taken to the City of
Mexico,  where he  was  adopted by a
wealthy Spaniard, named Don Hidalgo
Hernandez, who gave him a liberal education and established him in his business,  but   being a strong advocate of
Maximilian I. he had to escape to Texas.
At the beginning of the civil war he espoused the cause of the rebellion, aud
entered tho service as   aid-de-camp to
Gen. Sidney Johnston.   At the close of
the war he engaged in an extensive shoe
manufactory in Philadelphia, but owing
to the perfidy of his partners he was reduced to poverty, and was compelled to
return to his native town of Port Penn.
—Dover Sentinel.
Akobbin' red-breast—The Indian.
A   gouge-us   affair—An  Aldermanio
dinner.
The best policy—Iu tho insurance
office that don't fail.
Unwelcome settlers—Those that offer
10 cents on tho dollar.
It is tho brake of day that prevonta
night from going too far.
Now is tho time for spring cleaning.
If you havo not got a spring, clean out
your well.
Bussian sailors remind ono of the dipper constellation, because they are tlie
great benr's-turs.
Musk is recommended for mo&fi-^bft^-^***^
wo suppose it must be kept out of the
way of the musk-eaters
Why is an elephant with tho toothache
liko an American Indian? Because ho
is a real Tusk-a-roarer.
"What, children ! playing soldiers on
Sunday?" "Yes, mamma; but we are
singing: ' Onward, Christian soldier.' "
" U'Hfc birds aro now unon the wing,"
The teacher read : tbe pupil heard.
" Oh no," Haid he, "it seeniB tome
Iho wings are now upon the bird."
When wo wore a boy wo were inclined
to the creed that a muskrat excursion
was the musk-ratifying in the world.—
Ytmkcrs Gazette.
"When William Tell came, Gessler
found him a-rival."—Worcester Press.
Yes; and he likewise, also, found him I
deep-archer.—Graphic.
A toast at an Irish society at Green-.
wieh—" Here's to the President of our
society: May ho live to ate tho hen that
scratches over his grave."
What is the difference between Congress and a highly educated poodle?
Answer: The poodle can do anything
but talk.— New York World.
"Jennie, what makes you such a bad
girl?" " Well, mamma, God sent you
just the best children He could find,
and if they don't suit you I can't help it."
In the Chicago elevators they keep
men to mend the rips in grain bag3, and,
notwithstanding tho revival wave, these
miscreants go on sewing tears among tho
wheat.—Lowell Courier. " ,   *
" Dabi/tno, kiss my eyelids down;";
is the latest moonshine song; and he
kisses them down, and up, and crpss?!
wise, and all around, and then settles^n
her month as a steady thing. " ' r
Washtnqton was n,,na tijpe/„ of- Tirgiriia
and could not tell 'aT'tfo.'r The Moffctt
L"~tftis
have been more earnest and hearty than   J"^'. **?** l?^^8f°J^ tho
his treatment of mo.    'Now,' Bays he, L^V^Ki" 8"
' General, I do not want to know your
plans. Tell me what you need to carry
them out. That is all I care to know.
And, when you'go to see Mr. Lincoln,
you ',cill do well to observe the samo discretion. Mr. Lincoln may not want to
know any more of your plans than I do,
but I can understand how you might
naturally seek tho confidence of the
President. Now, Mr. Lincoln is of a
gentle and tender nature, apt to confide
in many people, and wtTat you tell him
about military movements he may tell to
tlie next Senator with whom he has an
intimate conversation.' I saw Lincoln.
He was as cordial and hearty as Stanton,
if possible more so, because he was a
man of more affable aud gracious manners. When Lincoln and I were alono
the President'began the conversation
by repeating a story from an article by
Orpheus 0. Kerr—a comic article satirizing the conduct of the war. It was, as
I remember, a story -about Capt Boh
Shorty arid the Mackerel Brigade, and
tlie anaconda policy, something about
Generals in tho field being hampered by
a flood of orders. When he hail
finished, Lincoln said very much
what Stanton hud said—that he did not
care to know what I was to do, only to
know what I wanted; that I should have
all I required. Ho wished me to beat
■Lee; how I did it was my own duty. He
said he did not wish to know my plans,
or to exorcise any scrutiny Over my plans;
so long as I beat the rebel army ho was
satisfied. He spoke of a plan he had
long thought over, aud took down amap.
He drew an imaginary line between two
of the Virginia creeks or rivers, tlie
names of which have escaped me, and
said that I might move on that line and
have the streams fox supplies. I looked
at the plan and saw in a moment that, if
I piuVhry army on such a lino, I would
be. in much the samo position as the
Army of tho James. I would be powerless; I could do no good to otir side and
no harm to the other, I would be looked
up. I told Mr. Lincoln I would consider
the plan, and that waB the last of it. Tho
route was an impossible route, and was
never mentioned again by Mr. Lincoln,
That is, as far as I remember, the exact
skull. Tho actor recognized it as that
of the woman whom he had murdered
twenty-three years before. At this mute
evidence of his guilt, coming from the
grave to coufrout him, the actor lost
presence of mind and his senses.
In his insauo utterances he revealed
his terrible secret, aud was only saved
from punishment by his fellow-actors
hushing him up and hurrying him away.
Ho never recovered his reason, and died
lii a mad-house, raving of the nail in
the skull.
A Polish Robinson Crusoe,
Fifty-odd years ago a schooner, out on
a fishing expedition, and driven from
her course by an adverse gale, made for
St. Paul's, an island in the South Indian
ocean. Tho Captain, a Frenchman, from
Bourbon, effected a landing, and was
surprised to find there a Pole, a brother
of the illustrious Kosciusko, in quiet
possession of the island, which he had
occupied since the year 1819. How he
came there, whether placed in exile,
forced or voluntary, is unknown. The
Frenchman, a busy, energetic man of
the world, turned his discovery to some
account, and, seeing the capabilities of
the island, ho made for Port Louis,
Mauritius, freighted his schooner with
tools, seeds, stores and poultry, and returned to St. Paul's, determined to establish there a permanent fishing station.
He found the Pole still the sole occupier
of the island. Setting vigorously to
work with two blacks and a white man,
whom bo had brought with him, they
commenced the procCBSof civilization by
digging up the ground and sowing their
seeds. They built alsotwo smallwooden
houses and a shed for their stores, constructed a landing-place, and made every
preparation within their power for establishing a quiet, snug fishing harbor.
Seeing things thus in progress, the.
Frenchman, loading his craft with fish,
returned to Port Louis to sell his cargo.
In 1830 the Pole left tho island, on receiving from the .frenchman §2,000 by
way of compensation.
Geobgia Wheat crop promises to be
large.
Death from Alcohol.
It would seem that murder is allowable in England, if the deed bo done by
means of alcohol. An idiot mendicant
named Allan, or " Willie the Bunuer,"
of Daytown, Cumberland, a few days
since, as was his wont, solicited drink
or money of a'bridal paity ; whereupon
a man named Gibson called for six half
pints of raw whisky for tho doomed
simpleton, who swallowed several of the
draughts with all the avidity and haste
his brutal entertainer could desire ; but,
during the latter part of the disgusting
performance, the poor man appeared to
fuel satiated. Gibson urged him on by
threatening to knock his head through
the bar if he did not drink up the c intents of the glass. There wero sevejal
other persons iu the same room, who,
from time to time, remonstrated with
Gibson. The result was that the idiot
fell down senseless and died the same
night." An inquest was held upon the
body, aud tho verdict returned was
"that deceased died from excessive
drinking," but without implicating anyone.        	
Elopement and Miinler.
Col. John Budd, aged 70, was not too
old to fall in lovo with Ida Bruliuioll;
and she, although only 20, returned his
passion with ardor. Budd was formerly
a leading politician in Alabama, but has
of late lived inWalhnlla, S. O, which is
the home of theBruhniells. The girl's
father forbade her to receive the attentions of her aged lover, but she was disobedient and readily assented to a proposal to elope. At night the pair
mounted horses and fled. Ida's maid
proved unfaithful, however, and informed the father of the flight. He
armed himself with a gun and started in
hot pursuit, overtaking the lovers at a
creek whioh they were about to ford,
aud commending them to surrender.
The Colonel refused, aud was mortally
shot by Bruhniell, who at last accounts
was a fugitive.
How Whisky Pays.
Some yeors ago we had in our employ
a man, who, several times in the day,
ran out of the office to buy a drink of
whisky. Every time ho went out, the
cashier was instructed to drop 10 cents
into a drawer tj our credit. At the end
of seventeen months, the man who had
gone out so of ten had drunk himself out
Of a good situation; and the drawer,
when opened, was found to contain §409,
which wo loaned to a young mechanic at
7 per cent, interest. Ho used it to purchase a se.t of tinner's tools. On the
15th of February, 187G, he returned it
to us with interest, saying in his letter
that he has now a wife, two children, and
property worth $5,000. The other follow is a bummer, hunting for food,--
Pomeroy's Democrat.
Itfbffctt
bell-punch is also a native .of ytfgMMji
and'Sannot tell a lie.    There is a, 6imP"i
larit^'liero, if you. can hatchet out.        ~*.
nfs^^mfm^n oww^adTaiiS
ho lsb got to do vas to holdblat-up nnd*-
der storm basses over, he *iu noae dor
vorse. ~*V     '
A Chinaman never swears wli«a,i»<j'
getd mad because thero aro no "cuss
words" in his dictionary. He simply
upsets his washtub, butts the bottom
out, kicks a dog and feels better.—
Breakfast Table.
Now bavaciklv from roof to roof
Tho pussy cat jH driven;
For her there fa no sweet repose,
No peace nor quiet given ;
Sho hatli not where to lay her head,
A vagrant's pangs do All 'er,
But soon tho sumraor-timo wlil come
And bring the caterpillar.
"Biltj, how did you and Tom end
that dispute Sunday !" " Why, I called
him a liar and dropped the snbject."
I " Called him a liar ?   Did he take it ?"
"Take it?   Of course ho took itl   But
II dropped simultaneously with tho sub-
i ject."—Breakfast Table.
The clever wits of Gascony vie with
I ono another in tho freedom of their religious opinions. Said one, "I havo
been a Free-Thinker for twelve years."
"And I for ton," said another. "And
I," cried a third, "was already a Free-
Thinker—before I thought."—Figaro.
The Baltimore Telegram makes a
specialty of poems for children, Hero
is a sample of its work:
In the nursery one day,
Young Christopher, at play,
Found a stick of lunar caustic on tho door.
Lihe a little lnnar-tic,
He chewed up that funny slick,
And he said he "didn't want to play no inoro.'
Bird*, Plies and Apples.
A French paper, earnestly deprecating
birdsnesting, says: "A bi'.d's nest contains, on an average, five eggs, whioh
would, iu the natural course, become
five little birds. Each little one eats
daily fifty flieB or other im-eots, and this
consumption extends over four or five
weeks. Taking it at on average of thirty
days, we shall find the number of flics
destroyed by each nest of birds to bo
7,500. Now, every fly eats daily a quantity of flowers, leaves, etc., equivalent to
its weight, until it attains its rdnximutn
of growth; in thirty days it will havo
oaten a flower a day—a flower which
would have become fruit. Each fly—
tho term is used, we presume, for insects
generally—having, we will say, eaten
thirty fruits in thirty days, the 7,500
flies which a nest of birds would havo
consumed cause a loss to us of 225,000
apples, pears, apricots and peaches. We
commend this view of the matter to the
parents of marauding children."
In a Perilous Position.
A few days since an Auburn (Me.)
builder ascended to the top of High.
Street Church spire to do some work,
and suddenly felt nausea and dizziness.
He wus alone, 150 feet from the ground,
on a narrow scaffolding, but had presence of mind enough to fall flat on. his
back ou tho narrow board upon which
he stood, Ho lay thero half an hour
with his head swimming, but gradually
tho nausea and dizziness disappeared,
and he ventured again to rise, finished
the work he had begun and descended.
It was an experience, however, which he
does not care to have repeated.
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It was an uncommonly brutal mob
that killed Christopher Mutehler, a
horse-thief, in Germantown, Oal. He
was taken from tho jail, and forced to
kneel on the head of a barrel, while the
lynchers tried their marksmanship on him
witb revolvers. One after another shot
at him, until a bullet hit him in the
shoulder, and he fell from the barrel.
Then he was tied to a tree, and fhi Bport
was continued until be died,
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