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THE SKELETON HAND. Yielding to a miserable habit had mints me. It hug blasted ray pros pccts, destroyed tuy business, alienated my friends, and brought me down to the lowest point id' existence. The habit had altogether overcome nte. In vain 1 struggled against it. One evening I was sitting iu nip - mis erable home emving for the stimulus that now was necessary to my life. Rising, T walked to the cupboard where it was kept. My wife knew well my intention. She followed me with her eyes. I went there desper.it*' and careless— only eager for the gratification of my nppAite. I reached forth my hands, trembling ly seized the bottle, and was about rais ing it to mv lijs*. But at that very moment, just as the bottle touched my lips, I felt a terrible sensation. JU was as though someone bad graspea my throat. “Wife!” I cried in a deep, fierce voice. “ llag! do you dare?" aud turn ing, with clenched fist, 1 struck at what I suppose! was my wifi. For I thought she was trying in this violent way in des peration to keep me from drink. But to my surprise 1 saw my wife sit ting by the fire-place with her work in her hand. It could not have been her evidently. A terrible feeling passed through me. iShudderinglv I raised my hand to feel wlmt it was that was at mv throat, or if there was auythiug there at all, which seemed to lie grasping me so tightly. Horrors of horrors! As I raised mv hand I felt the un mistakable outlines of a bony thumb and bony fingers pressed against my flesh. It was a skeleton hand that clutched me by the throat. My band fell down powerless by my side, the Ixdtle crashed on the floor. My children awoke at the noise, and wife and children stared at me with white faces. There I. trembling in every limb, stood transfixed with terror, the awful feeling of the supernatural now fully possessing me. Unable to speak, 1 gasped with fear. 1 drew away my body but my head was still held by the same dread and invisible power. I could not move that. But at last T felt the grasp relax. I staggered back, the grasp ceased altogether, and I drew off to another corner of the room, endeavoring to go as far as possible from the place where this mysterious tiling had seized me. .Soon my wife and children turned away, the former to work, the latter to sleep. And, now, gradually my craving re turned. Yet how could I satisfy it? My bottle was broken. J took my bat, fumbled in my pock; filii'Uiiitfe'ibat lay in a corner, I went forth into the darkness. It was not without some feeling of trepidation that I entered the dark pas sage-way. Fear lest the same thing of horror might return again agitated mo. But 1 |>assed on unharmed and reached my old resort, where 1 laid by bottle on the counter. The clerk soon filled it. With an irresistible impulse I clutched the bottle and rushed forth to drink the liijuor. I hurried off for a little distance and came to the head of a wharf. Here, unable any longer to resist my craving, I pulled out the cork so as to drink. Scarce had the bottle touched my lips when I again experienced that ter rible feeling. My throat was seized, this time more violently, more fiercely, as if by some one who had already warned me, and was enraged at having to repeat the warning. A thrill of horror again shot through me. Again the bottle fell from my trembling bands and was crushed to fragments upon the stone pavement. Again I raised my hands to mv throat, though in deadly fear; but the motion was mechanical—a natural and invol untary effort to tearaway the thing that bad seized my throat —to free myself from the pain and horror of that myste rious grasp. Again I felt there under my touch, plainly and unmistakable, the long, hard, bony hand which I had felt before. One touch was enough. My hands fell down. I tried to shriek, but in vain. I gasped for breath, and thought that I would be suffocated. But at length the grasp slowly and unwillingly relaxed. 1 breathed more freely. At length the touch was no longer felt. I paced the streets for a long time. At first every vestige of my appetite bad been driven away by the horror of that moment. As time passed it began to return. Once more 1 felt the craving. True, the fear of another attack was strong, and for a long time deterred me; but at last the craving grew too strong for the fear. Nerving myself up to a desperate pitch of resolution, I rushed back to the shop where 1 had last purchased the liquor. “See here!" I cried; “I’m crazy for a drink ; I broke that bottle! Give me a glass, for God's sake—only one glass!" Something in my face seemed to ex cite the man’s commiseration. He poured out a glass for me in silence. With trembling eagerness I reached out my hand to seize it. With tremb ling hand I raised it toward my lips. The grateful fumes already entered mv nostrils. My lips already touched the edge of the glass. Suddenly my throat was seized with a tremendous grasp. It was as though the power which was tormenting me had become enraged by my repeated acts of Opposition, and VOL. II—NO. ia. w ished now by this final act to reduce me to subjection forever. This time the grasp was terrible, it was fiercer than ever, quick, impetuous. In that dread grasp my breath ceased. 1 struggled. Mv senses reeled. 1 raised my hands in despair. I felt again the bony fingers. I moved my hands along bouy arms. In my madness I struggled. I struck out my fists wildly. They struck against what seemed like bony rilis. At last all sense left me. When I revived I found myself lying on a rude benth in the bar. 1 rose to my feet and tried to get out. The noise that 1 made awoke someone inside. He called out to me. “ Hallo there ! are you off?" “ Yes,” I said. “ Wait, I’ll let you out.” 11c appeared in a short time. “ You lmd a bad turn,” said lie, not unkindly. “ You’d better take care of yourself, and not be out at night.” I thanked him and left. When 1 reached the house mv wife waked up and looked fearfully at me. Amazement came over her face as she saw that 1 was sober. 1 kissed her aud sat down iu silence. She looked at me in wonder. Tears fell from her eves. She said nothing, but I saw that she was praying. As soon as the shops were opened I went out and managed to procure some t*kxl which I brought to the room. 1 then left to go to my employment. Through tire day 1 felt an incessant cra ving, but my horror was so great that I would far rather have cut my throat than ri-ked having that hand there again. My wife said nothing. I saw, how ever, by her soft eyes, the gentle joy of her face, and the sweet, loving smile w ith which she welcomed me home, how deeply this change iu me had affected her. Thus forced to be sober, my circum stances improved. There was no longer any danger of want. Comfort came, and peace, and pure domestic joy. Remorse for the sufferings which I Had caused to mv sweet wife made me more eager to make amends for the past, that so i might efface hitter memories from her mind. The revulsion of fool had ever been unkind. I made no pa rade of reform. I made no promises and no vow. Nor did she ever allude to the change. She showed her joy in her face and manner. She accepted the change when it came and rejoiced in it. 1 still felt an anxious desire to get at the bottom of this mystery, and once 1 told the whole story to my medical man. He was not at all surprised. Doctors never are. Nor are doctors ever at a loss to account for anything. “ Pooh,” said lie indifferently. “That is common enough. It’s man in a potn. The brain, you know, becomes eonjest e*l, and you see and feel devils and skel etons. Cases like yours are common enough.” To me however, my ease seemed very uncommon, hut, whether it he or not, my case lias resulted in my salvation. And never will I cease, even amidst my horror, to lx* grateful to that Power which came down clothed in terror to snatch me from ruin with that Skeleton Hand. Aunt Ha gar’s Linger Cake Recipe. So rn /i nuh AVtci. A lady asked : 4 Aunt Ilagar, tell me how you make those nice ginger cakes.’ “Oli, Missus! Them's the easiest tilings in the world to make ! Just take some flour and sift it in a trav. and beat up a few eggs, and git some syrup' — ‘ But how much flour do you take ?’ ‘ Well, you sec, honey, that's ’cording to the size of your family. If you has a large family, you takes a g*xxl deal; if you lias a small family it don’t take so much.’ ‘ Well, how much syrup do you take?’ ‘ Ob, honey, that's ’cording to de quantity of flour you takes out. Then you take some ginger and spices'— ‘ Well, but how much?’ ‘Oh. that's just 'eordin to your taste. Some likes ’em hot and some don't. Then you makes 'em up and rolls 'em out and cuts ’em and puts ’em into de ovin and bakes ’em, and they’s ready for the table.’ ‘ Well, but don't you put any butter on them?’ ‘Oh, j*cs, ma'am, I puts butter on ’em!’ ‘ llow much?’ * Well, you see, Missus, yon can use your judgment about that. Some folks likes a good deal and some folks don't like ’em rich much. W. A despairing gambler hurried from the jtortals of the Kursaal, tearing his hair and crying angrily : “So help me Heaven, I will never touch another card till I have discover ed some system that loses infallibly all the time.” “ A losing system?” queried a friend, “ What would you want to discover that for ?” “ To bet against it.” HARTWELL, (I V., WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER YM,*tt77. Scrcuniliiig the Wrong Part). ('. Claude Culpepper came down from Dayton. Wednesday evening with an intention. During tiie bright Lexington of youth he had met a Hay miller street belie, who smote him heart and sold. Mr. Culpep|>er’s intention in coining to Cincinnati was to serenade his love. So, gathering a quartette of his tuneful friends, he started for the house of his heart's idol. It was twelve o'clock when the bovs anchored under the window of what C. Claude believed was the shelter ing fold of his dear hnnb. lie made a mistake of 100 in numbering the houses, and it was John Sanscripts humble abode that was at win t to be honored with a serenade. John, however, is one of those misanthropic men who never seems to recognize a favor when they meet one ami when he was awakened from liis slumber by ‘Don’t you re member sweet Alice. Ben Bolt?’ sung in one treble, one tenor, two basses and four keys, he was, to draw it mild, rutiled in his temper. Mrs. Snnscript heard the melody, too. and whispered. • Them’s serenaders.’ ‘ I’ll serenade them,' snarled John, getting up, opening the Minds shyly and looking down upon the choristers below. • W hat in the name of the Numidian lion are \ on going to do?' asked Mr. >S.’ rather uneasily. “Just wait and see,' said lie, gather ing up an armful of boots and laying them down handy near the window. Just then the boys tuned up— Thou art so near, and yet so far! ‘ Not so far as you imagine,' growled Nanseript, as he dm": .; the scuttle conveniently~near'tlie win dow. Then lie tugged the brimming slop-bucket across the room and added it to liis armory just ns tiie gay gain boliers switched off into— What has a poor girl Hut her name to defend her? * She sometimes finds her father does that pleasant duty.' muttered the des perate man. The. boys were singing a medley, and while Snnscript was gath ering in the tongs and shovels, they be gan to warble: My heart is broke. God knows it is ! panted the avenger. Then lie added the Bible ami Webster’s unabridged dictionary to the pile of missiles by the window at the very moment there floated up from below— I shall ne’er forget, the dny ! ‘ Nor will you ever forget tiie night when yon came to serenade my house,* smiled the old man, reaching for the oil can. Oh ! my heart is gone ! sang tiie Ixiys under the window. • Yes. and if you saw me piling np these bricks from the fire-place you'd follow your heart mighty quick.’ Thou art sleeping, my love, Thou art sleeping! chimed the quartette."' ‘ I’ll be if I am,’ declared San script, as ho scooped up tlie hair brushes and tHe toilet set from the dressing case. While lie was toting the ottoman across the room, the lxiys pitched into— Don't forget your little darling ! Oh, I'll never forget you, never fear and you won’t forget me either, after 1 through with you.’ Open the window, my sweet one, ‘ Damme if I don't,’ grinned San script, as he added a pailful of ashes to the pile of destruction by the window. Come, birdie, come— ‘ I’m coming, you yelping hounds,’ yelled the old man, thrusting itis head out of the window. It t*x>k him only ten seconds of standard time to pitch boots, shoes, coal, hair brushes, hooks, toilet sets, ottoman, slops, ashes and all upon the heads of the horror-strick en serenaders below. Before the quar tette realized the situation, the storm was ove \ They still survived, but were unmercifully demoralized. And when n voice came from above, articulated in tiie key of J tiie one word ‘ git,’ they got. Dangerous Sport. A lady was recently out walking, ac companied by her nurse and two little children, near St. I-ouis. when one of the latter was missed for a few rno- i ments. On being called, he answered from a little distance : “Here I mn mamma, behind the sturnp. I'm playing with a big, beauti ful worm. I’ve got a chip, and it opens its mouth ever so wide when 1 touch its teeth with a chip.” Anxious to see the character of the child’s playmate, the two women went to the spot, when, behold ! they saw a rattlesnake, two feet long, coiled against the butt of the stump, and the child thrusting the chip against its head. The snake appeared perfectly passive, not even giving the usual warning with its rattles. It is needless, perhaps, to say that the mother was frightened beyond the power of motion. The nurse quick ly moved the child, and one of the hands dispatched the dangerous play -1 mate. A Wester* Lawyer's Plea. (Icntleincn of tiie Jury: The scrip ture sail it, ' Thou shalt not kill;' now if yon hong mv client, yon transgress tlr command os slick ns goose grease, and as plump as a goose egg in a loaf er’s face, Gentlemen, murder is mur der. whether committed by twelve jury men, or an humble individual like my client. Gentlemen, ldo not deny the fact of my client having killed a man. bat is that any reason why von should do so? No such thing, gentlemen ; yon mnv bring the prisoner in " guilty." the hangman may do his duty, but. will that exonerate you? No such thing; in that ease you will all lie murderers. Who among you is prepared for the brand of Cain to lx* stamped u|xm the brow to day? Who, freemen - who in this laud of liberty and light? Gentlemen, I will pledge my word, not one of yon have a ixiwie knife or a pistol in liis jxx'ket. No, gentlemen, your pockets an* ordnriferou* with the perfumes of ckar cases and tobacco. You can smoke the tobacco of rectitude in the pipe of |oaceful conscience ; but hang my un fortunate client and the scaly alligators of remorse will gallop through the in ternal principles of animal viscera, un til the spinal vertcbne of your anatomi- cal construction is turned into a railroad for the grim and gory goblins of des pair. Gentlemen, beware, 1 say of meddling with tiie eternal prerogative 1 Gentlemen, I adjure you by the manu mitted ghost of temporal sanctity, to do no murder. 1 adjure you by the name of woman, the mainspring of the t irk ing, time-piece of time's theoretical transmigration, to do no murder! I adjure, you. L* "tlve wve you have for the esculent and condimentnl gusto of our native pumpkin to do no murder ! I adjure you. by the stars set in the hy ing ensign of your emancipated country, to do no murder! I adjure you, by the American Eagle t hat whipped the game cock of creation, and now sits roosting on the magnetic telegraph of times il lustrious transmigration, to do no mur der! And lastly, gentlemen, if you ever expect to wear store made coats— if you ever expect free dogs not to bark at you—if you ever expect to wear boots made of tiie free hide of the all, if you ever expect, fb ffflljj but a set of sneaking, loafing, rascally, cut-throated, braided small ends of Im munity, whittled down into indistincti bilitv, acquit my client, and save yotir country. The prisoner was acquitted. Karra gut at Ten Years of Age. Srh ttla r'tt ( 'o# fa n ion . Admiral Fnrragut and liis family were spending tiie summer at the Branch, and while sitting on the porti co of the hotel, he said, “ Would you like to know how I was enabled to serve my country? It was all owing to n res olution i had formed when I was ten years of age. My father was sent to •New Orleans, with tiie little navy we then had. to lx>k after the treason < f Burr. I accompanied him ns a cabin l*>y. I laid some qualities that I thought made a man of me. I could swear like an old salt; could drink a stiff glass of grog os if 1 had doubled Cape Horn, and could smoke like a lo comotive. I was great at cards, and was fond of gambling in eve tv shape. At the close of dinner one day, my I’ather turned everybody out of the cab in, looked the d*xir and said to me, •David, what do you mean to he? ‘I mean to follow the sea.’ ‘ Follow the sea ! Yes, be a poor, miserable, drunk en sailor before the mast, kicked and ended about the world, and die in some fever hospital in a foreign clime.’ ‘No,’ 1 said, ‘ I'll tread tiie quarter deck and command, as you do.’ ‘No, David ;no boy ever trod the quarter deck with sue!) principles as you have, and such habits as you exhibit. You’ll have to change your whole course of life if you ever become a man.’ My father left me and went on deck. I was stunned by the rebuke and overwhelmed with mortification, ‘A p*x>r, miserable drunk en sailor before the mast, kicked and cuffed about, the world and die in some fever hospital! That's my fate is it? I I'll change my life and change it at once. I will never utter another oath, J never drink another drop of intoxicat ing liquors, never gamble.’ And as God is my witness I have kept those tliree vows to this hour. Shortly after I became a Christian. That act settled my temporal as it settled my moral destiny.’ Pain’s Death Bed. To the Editor of the N. Y. Worhl: Sir—During a stay of a few months in Southeast Missouri I became ac quainted with a Mr. Spaulding, a nephew of the late Archbishop Spauld ing. of Baltimore. He said he had of ten heard his uncle speak of the death of Paine. According to him the Arch bishop's uncle or father lmd been called upon to visit Paine on his death bed. Some of Paine’s friends asked him if he would not like to see a minister. Paine said that he had no objection. A Catholic priest—Spaulding's ancestor — sm! a Protestant minister was called in. They asked Paine if be had any objec tion to religious consolation in Itis liv ing hours, lie jxdltely told them, • Not any.’ And in conversing with them he drew them into an argument with each other. While they were arguing as to hoiv he should be ministered on, Paine turned his face to the wall and ml inly died. .Mr. Spaulding said his uncle re lated this ns a lesson in charity. He was no friend of Paine, hut an ardent Roman Catholic. St. P.vt'L. Wheeling. W. Va., Oct. 2.1. ■ Mrs. limit!)'*a Dream. Bundy has been married two weeks, and lias let! his wife. Bundy is a little man. and his wife weighs two hundred and forty |x>unds, nml was the relict, of Peter l’otts. Aliout ten days after marriage Bundy was surprised, awaken ing in the morning, to find his better half sitting up in the lied, crying as if Her heart would break. Astonished, He asked the cause of her sorrow, but re ceiving no reply lie l>egaii to surmise that there must lx* some secret on her mind that she withheld from him the | cause of her anguish, so he remarked I to Mrs. H. that ns they were married, she should tell him the cause of her grief, so if possible lie could avert it; and, after considerable coaxing, lie elicited the following from her: • Last night I dreamed I was single, and as I walked through a well lighted street i came to a store where a sign in front advertised husbands for sale. Thinking it curious, l entered, and ranged along the wall on either side were men with prices Hlllxed to them. Such benut.ifhl men ; some for SIOO, some for S3OO, and so on to SIOOO. And, as I had not that amount I could not purchase.’ Thinking to console her. B. placed his arm lovingly around her. and asked? • And did you sec any men like me there?’ “t)h, yes,' she replied, drawing away from him, “ lota like you ; they were tied up in hunches like asparagus, and sold for ten cents per hunch.’ Bundy got up and went to ask his lawyer if lie had sufficient ground for a divorce. ,1 IIT I'l i)ir Ifife'.Mi. „■ H , Tli*' man who has been ty the Black Hills, say* the Bismarck (Dakota) Tribune, and returned, is a big gun at the village drug store, and feels called upon to toll the truth when narrating his adventures. Such a man. named Curt, was (idling, the other night, how many Indian* lie had kill ed during liis three months' residence in the Bills. After he had talked half an hour, one of the listeners, who had kept track of the number killed, exhibited the figures. “I find,” he cxclained, “that you kill ed 1,300 savages in three months!” “• Is that nil ?” exclaimed the unabashed Black Hiller. “ Why, I believe you liuve left out a week's work there somewhere.” “ If you had such good luck killing In dians, why didn't you stay there?” de manded another suspicious listener. “ Well, the truth is gentlemen I was afraid of ruining my left eye. I squinted along my gun-barrel so much that my fucc was being drawn out of shape, ami the sight was so far gone that I had to he led about by a dog.” " And diil you kill Indians while in that condition ?” •• L did; though I’ve always felt a little mean about it. I couldn't see to shoot, and so I run ’em down and kicked 'em to death. It wasn't manly in me. and I waul to ask the forgiveness of you, gentlemen, right here and now.” There was a long spell of appalling si lence. and tin ii someone said that Eph Francis had bought a now coon dog. lion Hie Apostles Died. 1. Peter was crucified in Koine, and at liis own request head downward, 2. Andrew was crucified by being hound to a cross by cords, on which he hung two days, exhorting the people till he expired. 3. St. James the Less was thrown from u high piimoele, and then stoned, and finally killed witii a fuller's club. 4. St. James the Great was beheaded I))' order of Ilerod of Jerusalem. 5. St. Phillip was bound and hanged against a pillar. fi. Bartholomew was flayed to death by command of a barbarous king. 7. St. Mathew was killed by a hal bert. 8. St. Thomas while at prayer, was shot, with a shower of arrows, and after ward run through the liodywitha lance. 9. St. Thomas was crucified. 10. Mathias—the manner of his death is somewhat doubtful; one says he was crucified. 11. Judas Iscariot fell and his lwiwels gushed out. 12. John died a natural death. 18. St. Paul was beheaded by order of Nero. Johnnie lost his knife. After search ing in one pocket and in another un til he had l>een through all without suc cess, he exclaimed: "Oh, dear! I wish I had another pocket, it might be in that!” WHOLE NO. Go. Juliana Cox, the Witch. from It\t llttrlfurd Tim**. A friend in Glastonbury sends ns the following account which lmd Iwcn cut out of the Time* away back iu 1821. and pasted in an old scrap Imok. Juliana Cox. we rejoice to believe, was the only witch that was ever hanged in Cornice tic—and It is a matter of regret that even one such case of superstition and shame can Iks brought up against the gn*xi old State. Tiie place of the exe cution, cm • Gallows Hill,’ in this city, is now known as the commanding trap nx’k ridge by - the * stone-pits.’ Here is the account: In the beautiful town of Glnntonbury, in Connecticut, the following remarka ble event occurred in 1753. In March of that vear one Julius Perry went out with Ilia <logs to hunt. In tiie depth of the forest lie discovered (as lie alleged) ail old gray fox, and Ilia dogs gave chase. After chasing the fox upwards of two miles, tiie animal was holed. When Mr. Perry came up lie heard a i I,.noiao over ths other side of the hole, and, going to the spot, lie tnere found Juliana Cox lying and panting for breath. Her left shoulder was was bleeding, aud had on it the marks of the dogs’ teeth. This was just the spot on the gray fox’s shoulder where the dogs had seized hold. Upon this testimony Miss Cox, a maiden lady of fori v-four. was brought to trial for the capital otrense of Iming a witch. On her arraignment site pleiuly not. guilty, and it was determined that a committee of the Selectmen sliould examine her person for witch marks, in order to in troduce confirmatory proof* against her. She was therefore remanded to prison. The following persons were appointed mi the committee : Kben Brewer, Alex is Jones and Samuel Cut worth. These men proceeded at. once to the prison, and stripping Miss Cox. tliey began their examination. For a time exceed ing an Hour tliey could find no marks, and Miss ('ox submitted to their examin ation witii tears and sobs. Finally, when they had pricked many places on her laxly without success, she confessed to two marks—one a little lielow the right liip and one on tiie left arm. The com mittee now became satisfied that these were true marks, as tliefiesli was there on discolored in a slight degree. They thereupon made their rejiort to tiie court appointed to hear the trial. This evidence, confirming that of Mr. Perry, was thought to be conclusive, and on the'3rd of April the trial took place. It was thought unnecessary to resort to further tests, and Miss Cox was found guilty of withers ft on the evidence al- I ready quoted and sentenced to l>e I hanged. Strange noises and demons Imunted tiie jail at Hartford up to tiie ! time that her execution took place, which was on the 7th of April, at 5 . •..i,.,.i l * u- ***..-• “ large concourse ol men ami women at tending her execution, and, alt lx High she was unjustly accused, and that she con fessed to the witch marks to stop the | pain of being pridked so cruelly by tiie committee men, yet every person pres ent believed tier to be a true witch and in league with tiie devil. She further declared tiiat Julius Perry accuse*l Her wrongfully. She said she was in the forest gathering ferns, and that Julius Perry came along aud would have h s will of her; that, she constantly refu sing, lie sat liis dog iq on her. a id tiie animal I tit her shoulder, and that le fearing to lie detected in this imd act. had laid t he charge of witch* ra t against her. This she said under the gallows. VVhereii|xm a shout was made among the people to ‘ burn the witch,’ as hang ing was t*x> easy a death for so foul a strumpet, of the devil. While the peo ple were to fetch w*xxl to bum her, the Sheriff hung her i p so that she died on the gallows before the wo*si could lie brought. • Tills account of Juliana Cox’s witch craft. and death is abridged from the statement, of Dinah Jones before a com mittee of delegates to revise the laws of Connecticut. Mr. A. 11. Stephens lives at the Na tional Hotel, Washington, and despite his desperate physical condition is a cheery invalid. He wears gloves on hands as small as those of a ten-year obi child, relishes rich food, though butter and eggs are forbidden him; takes an occasional whitf of tobacco, and when in health has two ounces of whiskey or brandy after dinner, lie would rather be hanged in the United States than live in any other country; supports Mr. llaves because his admin istration has brought peace to the coun try, and likes (.rant personally as a man without guile, who made a tre mendous blunder in abandoning the Generalship of the army for the Presi dency. People talk almut Christian fortitude, luit Mohammedan fortitude seems to be quite as equal. Nothing can exceed the endurance displayed by the Turkish soldiery. There is what seems a pre posterous rule, according to which a Turkish soldier's limbs cannot lie re moved by a surgeon without the sanc tion of the authorities at Constantino ple, whose decisions are oftentimes de layed for weeks, and the poor fellows will lie day after day in agony, await ing their fate without, a murmur. The Worcester Preen certifies that ‘ at the recent baby show in Boston the nearest approach to the line babyhood and nothingness was exemplified in an infant which weighed only a pound and a half. This infantile prodigy was ex hibited by a South Acton mother, and when it squalls she has to spank it with a tack hammer.'