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BY TUB LATE EDWARD F. MOKKHEAD.
While in listless manner pouring
Over pages light and gay,
All the busy world ignoring,
All the cares of every day;
On my gaze" a name has started
Which I seek in vain to fly, *
Bringing memories long departed,
From my youth’s unclouded sky.
And a fond and cherished feeling
Comes through every throbbing vein,
In the beating heart revealing
Hopes that rise and fall again,
Like the swelling of the ocean
On the sloping, sandy beach,
In obedience to the motion
Which the laws of nature teach.
On the wave that upwarcWtses
From the dark and depthless past,
Well my spirit recognizes
Her whose image fled me last,
As with eyes of tender pity
Silently she floats along
Toward the bright celestial city
Where immortals speak in song.
And my spirit longs to follow'
In her bright and glowing train;
Longs to quit his life so hollow—
Longs to free itself from pain;
But between me and the vision
Comes a stern, uptying cloud,
And the hopes that seemed Elysian
Sink again in sorrow’s shroud.
And before me strangely shining
Burns that sweetly thrilling name,
Like the star that; day declining,
Set’s aloft in heaven’s main;
And the struggling sigh comes heaving
From the sorrow-tested heart,
And with eye and bosom grieving,
From my book I sadly start.
U. S. Prison, New Orleans, May 11, 1884.
Good-Night! ’tis but a little while
Os doubt and fear and pain,
Ere, under day’s sweet, sunny light,
We two shall meet again.
Good-night! soft shadows downward creep,
The Day is doomed to die:
She bids her sweetest flowers farewell—
Why should not you and I ?
They sleep, dear love: and night’s still dews
Brighten their tender bloom,
Ah ! would not we, for such bright life,
Endqre a little gloom ?
Good-night! good-night! and if it be
That mo more, hand in hand,
We tread the pleasant boundaries
Yet in a world of cloudless skies,
Where flowers immortal bloom,
We’ll meet the morning light that breaks
. The darkness of the tomb.
Anecdote of a Bear.
Leopold, Duke of Lorraine had a bear
named Marco which was kept in a small
den or liut placed in a barn. During
the winter of 1709 some very poor peo
ple, who had liked to have perished
with the cold, went into the barn for
shelter. Among these poor people there
was a little boy, who, being very cold,
and seeing that Marco’s den was a snug
and warm place, went into it, without
thinking of the danger of doing so.—
Marco, however, instead of tearing the
poor little fellow all in pieces, as might
have been expected, took him between
hi,s paws, and hugged him up to his
breast, and kept him warm and com
fortable until morning; he then let him
go to ramble about the streets of the
city. At evening the boy returned to
the bear, who was glad to see him, and
took him between his paws to keep him
warm, as before. For several nights
the little boy h id no other place to sleep
except.with the hear, and what is still
more singular, the animal kept part of
his food to give him for his supper
when he came. The keeper of the bear
knew nothing of this for a number of
days. At length, going one evening
later than usual, to give the bear his
supper, he was surprised to see the
animal roll his eyes in a furious manner
at him. The cause of this strange c in
duct. the keeper did not at first under
stand, hut on looking more closely, he
astonishment, that - the bear
clasped in his arms, fast
sleep, and that his fierce looks were in
warn him not to awake the
child by making a noise. The keeper
found, when he placed the food before
him, that he did not seize upon it as
usual, but lay still without touching it.
for fear, as he supposed, of awakening
A report of this strange story was
soon carried to the duke, who, with
some of his nobles, wished to see so
curious and interesting a sight with
their own eyes. They, therefore, one
night, went and stayed near the bear’s
hut. where they could now and then
look in, and see what was troing on.—
They saw, with astonishment, that the
animal never stirred, so long as the boy
lay still and continued to sleep. The
child awoke very early in the morning,
and was much ashamed to find that the
duke and his gentlemen were looking at
him; he was also afraid of being pun
ished for being found there. The bear
all this time was trying to make the
boy eat what had been brought to him
the night before, and which lie finally
did at the request of the gentleman.-
The duke was so much pleased at this
singular friendship that he had the little
boy taken care of and fed.
Cubans are confident, of early peace
CALHOUN, GcN., THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 15, 1870.
“Don't Tell Betsey Jane."
BY MARY W. STANLEY GIBSON.
“And for your life, don’t tell Betsey
Mr. Nicodemus Harding having ut
tered this caution in a low, earnest voice,
alighted from a Concord wagon in front
of his own farmhouse door, and stood
there for a few moments in a brown
study, -watching the figure of his broth
er-in-law and lawyer, as he drove back
toward the village of W—, whence the
two men had just come.
“Don’t tell Betsey Jane!”
Now Betsey Jane was Mr. Nicodemus
Harding’s wife—a stiring, notable soul,
who made more butter and cheese, and
took more eggs and fowls to the village
market, in qf-a season, than
any other woman for miles around
Strung, healthy and' "hearty, she “made
the housework fly,” to use hen.own en
ergetic expression; and if Nicodemus
Harding owned his farm that day and
was “well-to-do,” in fact a rich
boot, it was owing; in no small measure
to the skill and energy and economy and
general go-aheaditiveness of his Betsey
Jane. What was it, then, that
grateful man was not about to tell "her ? *
“It would never do, never!” thought
Nicodemus to himself, shaking his head.
“She’d be wanting anew carpet or anew
silk gown, or the house all painted over,
or some such nonsense. No, the woman
is the weaker vessel, and it won’t do to
trust one too far. Their heads won’t
So Mr. Nicodemus passed through the
house and out toward the barn, with the
preoccupied air of a hen who has an egg
to lay, and don’t know where she can
hide it from the eyes of mankind to the
best advantage. The kitchen‘was emp
ty and silent as he passed through it.—
But, on ! if he could but have seen the
buxom, good-looking female,, who stole
silently out of the pantry, and as silently
followed him on his way toward the
Mrs. Harding came back in about 20
minutes or so, with a face red with sup
“Don’t tell Betsey Jane,” she said,
giggling into her gingham apron. “You
are a very smart man, Nicodemus, and
my brother, Tim Noyes, is another, and
a lawyer into the bargain. Don’t tell
Betsey Jane, indeed ! Two wretches !
you deserve all you’ll get pretty soon.”
Betsey Jane said no more, but hided
her time. A week passed away, aud
then brother Tim’s wagon drove up again
to the door, and Nicodemus stepped into
it and,was off to the village agnjn, ‘Beta
SCV Jane Had nsLcd in vain to goT INio
odemus was bound on business—“busi
ness which a woman could not under
stand,” he loftily explained to her. So,
after watching her lord and master well
out of sight. Betsey Jane went about
business that a woman could understand,
with a merry twinkle in her bright black
At 4 p. m. Nicodemus returned home
again, looking quite as important as be
fore. He tiptoed through the kitchen,
Betsey Jane watching him from the
corner of her eye the while. He passed
out into the shed A fragrant smell of
smoke came forward to meet him—an
odor of burning corn-cobs and gradually
Nicodemus turned deadly pale, and
ran frantically forward, to find 'a fire
smouldering in the ash .house, and a large
ham or two, covered over by blankets,
hanging placidly there! The yell he
gave brought Betsey Jane from the house
instanter, to find Nicodemus grovelling
before the ash-house door, weeping and
wailing and tearing his hair, and utter
ing yell after yell of anguish and des
“Why, bless me! what’s the matter?
Are you in a fit ? Let me run for the
camphor!” shrieked Betsey Jane.
“Camphor! Bring arsenic! Bring
prussic acid ! Bring poison of some kind
—pison—pison—pison!” yelled Nico
“Woman, you’ve ruined me ! Twelve
thousand dollars in government bonds
did 1 put in that ash-hole for safety, just
a week ago, and you've gone and burnt
them up to cook that cussed bacon!
Pison ! pison ! pison ! And let me get
out of this weary world!”
“Oh !—so that was what you were not
going to tell Betsey Jane! Ain’t you a
little ashamed of yourself, Nicodemus
Harding?” Nicodemus could not an
swer. He laid prostrate in the ashes
and howled !
“Get up—and don’t be a fool!” said
Betsey Jane, amiably. “I heard you and
brother Tim conspiring at the door that
day, and I watched you to the ash-hole,
and soon found out what you had hid
away there. V onufti is the weaker ves
sel. no doubt, but she don’t generally
put twelve thousand dollars where the
first match that comes handy can burn
it all up 1 Here are your bonds, Nicode
mus —for ten thousand dollars—l have
kept two for my honesty!”
Poor Nicodemus ! He gathered him
self up "lit of the ashes aud took his
bond^—what was left of them! He rath
er thinks it pays best, on the whole, now.
to tell Betsey Jane !
Oh Dear! —It is that on a certain
time, a Chinese widow being found fan
ning the grave of her husband, was ask
ed why she performed so singular an op
eration. She said she had promised not
to marry again while the grave remained
damp, and that as it dried very slowly,
she saw no harm in assisting the pro
Stuffing improves the fair, as well
as the fowl
[Special to the New York Tribune,]
Battle of Gravelott.
A VERY FANCY DESCRIPTION.
At midnight or a little after, on the
17th* and 18th, all the trumpets, for
miles around, began to sound. This
was the first time we had been startled
by such music. Trumpet to
trumpet through all the bivoucs around
the little city.
For several days previously there had
been troops almost perpetually marching
through every street and byway, making,
between midnight and dawn, a perpetual
Hastily dressing, I ivent out into the
darkness and managed to get a seat on a
wagon that was going in the direction
of the front, which was now understood
to be a mile or two beyond A hy village
a-Mousson. On our way we met a con
siderable batch of French prisoners, who
was looked upon with considerable cu
riosity by the continuous line of German
soldiers with whom we advanced. But.
one or offensive cries toward the
The way was so blocked with wagons
that I finally concluded I could do the
six or seven miles remaining, on foot
better, I got out of my. carriage and
began to walk and run swiftly ahead.
At Montvient, on the Moselle, about
half way to Metz, I found vast bodies
of cavalry, uhlans and hussars crossing
the river by a pontoon bridge and hur
rying at the top of their speed toward
Hurrying my own steps, I soon heard
the first thunder of the cannonade,
seemingly coming from the heart of a
range of hills on the right. Passing
through the village and ascending the
high plain beyond, I found myself sud
denly in a battle field, strewn, literally,
as far as my eye could reach, with dead
In one or two parts of the field, com
panies were still burying the dead, chiefly
Prussians. The French, being neces
sarily buried last, were still lying in
vast numbers, on the ground..
A few of these 1 saw were not dead.
As I followed 011, a splendid regiment
of cavalry came on behind, and when
they reached the brow of the hill they
all broke out with a wild hurrah and
A few more steps and I gained the
summit, and saw the scene which had
evoked their cry and seemed to thrill
even their horses. It would be difficult
to imagine a grander battle field.
THE SCENE OF BATTLE.
From the hill to which I had been
diafucced by irhocl uut riority' to fVfIXU tile
entire sweep of the Prussians and French
centres could be seen, and »consider
able part of their wings. f
The spot where I stood was fearful;
it was amid ghostly corpses and burden
ed with the stench of dead horses, of
which there were great numbers.
I was standing on the battle field of
the 10th instant, and on the Prussian
side thereof. On the leftside stretched,
like a silver thread, the road to Verdun,
and to Paris also, for the possession of
which this series of battle had begun.
It ran between a line of poplars, which
stood against the horizon on my left,
and as far as the eye could reach to
W ith military regularity, strung on
its road, like beads, were the pretty
villages, each with its church tower,
which, although they have seperate
names, arc only a few hundred vards
On my right were the thickly wooded
hills, behind which lies the most im
portant village of the neighborhood, the
one I had just left, Gorge. So environ
ed was the foreground of the battle,
which should, one would say, be called
the battle of Gravelotte, for it was main
ly over and beyond that devoted town
that it raged.
Ihe area I have indicated is, perhaps,
four miles square. Owing to having
come on foot rather than along the
blocked road, I arrived just as the bat-
warm, that is, about noon of
the 18th. At that time the headquar
ters of the King of Prussia were at the
spot I have described.
WATCHING THE BATTLE.
The great representative men and
soldiers of Prussia war were standing on
the ground watching the conflict just
begun. Among them I recognized the
King, Count Bismarck, General Von
Moltke, Prince Frederick Charles.
Prince Carl, Prince Adelbert and Adju
tant Krouski. Lieut. Gen. Sheridan,
of the United States army, was also
present. At this moment the French
were making a most desperate effort to
hold on to the last bit of the Verdun
road, that between Ilezonville and Grave
lotte, or that part of Gravelotte, which
in so ne maps is called St. Marial.
FIGHTING TWO TO ONE.
Desperate, but unavailing, for every
one man in the French ranks had two
to cope wish, and their line was already
beginning to waver. Soon it was plain
that this wing of the French, right was
withdrawing to anew position. This
was swiftly taken up under cover of a
continuous fire of their artillery from
the heights beyond the village.
The movement was made in good or
der aud the position reached at 1.30.
I believe nine military men out of ten
would have pronounced it impregnable.
When once this movement had been
effected, the French retreated from the
pressure of the Prussians artillery fire
and the Prussians rapidly advanced.
THE SCENE SHIFTING.
The battle field was no longer about
TUzonvilU. but had transferred and
pushed forward to Gravelotte, the junc
tion of the two branching roads to Ver
dun. The fields in front of that village
were completely covered with Prussian
reserves, and over it interminable lines
of soldiers were perpetually marching
into the village and emerging on the
other side of it with flamiug volley.
This sccon?l battle field was less ex
tensive than the first, and brought the
opposing forces into fearfully close quar
ters. The peculiarity of it is that it
consists of two heights intersected by a
deep ravine. This woody ravine is over
100 feet deep, aud is at the top some
300 yards wide. The side of the ravine
next to Gravelotte, where the Prussians
stood, is such lower than the other side,
which gradually ascended to a great
From their commanding eminence
held their armies - beifeatH
them, and poured upon them a search
ing fire. The French guue wero in
positigp far up the Metz road, hidden
and among the trees. There
was nu&s'S’n instant’s cessation of the
roar. J^pUj^Tljstmgtriable among all
wffs the eurif>%a grunting roll of the
The Prussian artillery was posted to
the north and South of the village, the
guns on the latter side being necessarily
raised for an awkward vertical fire.—
The French stood their ground and died
by hundreds; I almost said by thous
ands. This, for an hour or two, .that
seemed ages, so constant was the slaugh
ter. The hill where I stood command
ed chiefly the conflict behind the village
and to the south of it.
PRUSSIANS POURING IN.
The Prussian reinforcement coming
up on their right filed out on the Bois
des Ognous, and it was at that point, as
they marched on to the field, that one
could perhaps, get the best idea of the
magnitude of this invading army now
iu the heart of France. There was no
break whatever for hours in the march
of men out of that woods.
It seemed almost as if all the killed
and wounded revived, and came back
and marched forth again. Birnamwood,
advancing to Dunsinane Hill, was not a
more ominous sight to Macbeth than
these men of Gen. Goeberg’s army,
shielded as they were by the woods
until they were fairly within range and
reach of their enemies.
So the French must have felt, for
between four and five o’clock they con
centrated upon that spot their heaviest
fire, massing all available guns, and
shelling the woods which covered the
Prussians unremittingly. Their shot
reached the Barvarian lines and tore
through them and tilUgh the men were
steady, it was a test to which no gen
eral cared long to subject his troops.
They presently swerved a little from
that line of advance, and there was no
longer a continuous column of infantry
pouring out of the woods.
INTO THE JAWS OF DEATH.
The attack of the Prussians in the
centre was clearly checked at five o’clock;
however another brigade of fresh in
fantry was again formed in the woods
and merged from its cover.
Once out from under the trees, they
advanced at double-quick. I watched
their movement, or the French guns
had not lost the range of the wood nor
of the ground in front. Seen at a dis
tance through a powerful glass, the
brigade was a liugh serpent bending
with the undulations of the fields, but
it left a dark track behind it. and the
glass resolved the dark track into falling
and dying and dead men. As the hor
rid significance of that path, so traced
came upon me, I gazed 011 more intently.
Many of those who had fallen leaped
up and ran forward a little way, striving
still to go with their comrades. Os
these who went backward instead of
forward, there were a few, though many
fell as they painfuHy endeavored to fol
low the advance. Ido not know wheth
er, after the vain effort of that brigade,
another movement was attempted.
From within the road, half an hour
afterwards great numbers of troops be
gan to march over the hill where I was
standing, and moved forward to the
field, where as hard a struggle had been
so long protracted. There also were a
portion of Gen. Gobein’s troops, who
had been directed upon a less dangerous
route. The conflict from this point, on
the Prussian left, became so fierce that
it was soon lost to us, or almost lost, by
reason of the smoke.
Now and then the thick cloud would
open a little and drift away on the wind
and then we could see the French. I
tried to get a better view of this part of
the field. I went forward about half a
mile from my new standpoint and found
myself not far from Malmaison. The
French line on the hills was still un
broken, and to all appearances thev were
having the best of the battle.
But this appearance was due perhaps
to the fact that the French were more
clearly visible in their broad height and
fighting with such singular obstinacy.
STEIN METZ IN THE FIELD.
These were the men and these were
the guns of General Steinmetz, who
there and then effected his junction
with the army of Prince Frederick
Charles, and completed the investment
of Metz to northwest. With reinforce
ments thus continually arriving on both
sides, the battle grew more and more
obstinate. There could be no doubt the
French understood the meaning of the
new movement in the Prussians and of
the general development of their line to
the north. N
Steinmetz was able to extend his line
gradually further and further, until the
I Tench were outflanked and began to
be threatened as it appeared, with an
attack on the rear of the right wing.
So long as the smoke of the Prussian
guns hovered only over their front.—
The distance from headquarters to where
the Prussians flank attack stretched for
ward was great, and to add to the diffi
culty of clearly seeing the progress of
the battle, darkness was coming on.
I know not how long the French held
out, nor at what precise moment the
Prussians onset became irresistible.—
What I saw was this. The puffs of
smoke from the French guns mingled
with the flashes, brightening as the
darkness increased and receded gradu
The very serious pillars of cloud and
flame from the West as gradually and
steadily approached, and with that ad
vance the French fire became every
moment more slack.
EFFECT UPON KING WILLIAM.
The King as he stood gazing upon
the battle field, had something almost
plaintive iu it. He hardly said a word,
but I observed that his attention was
divided between the exciting scenes in
the distance and the dismal scene near
er his feet, when they were just begin
ning what must yet be a long task—to
bury the French who fell on the Tues
day before. On them lie gazed silently
and I thought sadly.
Count Bismark could'not conceal his
excitement and anxiety. If it had not
been for the King the Count would
clearly have gone forward where the
fighting was. His towering form was
always a little in advance of the rest.
TIIE END. .
When the French completely gave
up their hold upon the road to Grave
lotte, the horses of the headquarters
were hastily called and mounted. They
all with the King at their head, dashed
down at a point not very far from the
village. Then shouts and cheers arose
and followed them whenever they passed.
THE PRUSSIAN LOSSES.
London, August 23.—(Special to
the New Y ork World: Creditable
authorities assure me that Steinmetz
and Frederick Charles lost over 100,000
men, leaving them no more than 150,-
000 to hold their line from the frontier
to Metz. The feeling in Berlin is of
undeniable horror and depression.
The Green Spot.
The late Noah Winslow was fond of
telling the * following incident of his
mercantile life, and he never closed the
narration but with swimming eyes :
“ During the financial crisis and crash
of ’57, when heavy men were sinking
all around us, and banks tottering, our
house became alarmed in view of the
condition of its own affairs.
“ The piartners—three of us, of whom
I was the senior—met in our private
office for consultation. Our junior had
made a careful inventory of everything
—of bills payable, and bills receivable,
and bis report was that twenty thousand
dollars of ready money, to be held
through the pressure, would save us.
Without that we must go by the board
—the result was inevitable.—l went
out upon the street, and among my
friends, but in vaiu.
“Two whole days I strove, and beg
ged, and then returned to the counting
house in despair. I sat at my drsk, ex
pecting every moment to hear our junior
sounding the terrible words, “ Our pa
per is protested! ” when a gentleman
entered my department unannounced.
I could not locate him nor call him to
my mind any way.
“ Mr. Winslow,” he said, taking a
seat at the end of my desk, “ I hear you
are in need of money.”
“ The very face of the man inspired
me with confidence, and I told him how
I was situated.
“ Make your individual note for one
year without interest, for twenty thous
and dollars, and I will give you a check,
payable in gold, for that amount.”
“ While I sat gazaing upon him in
speechless astohishment, he continued :
“ You don’t remember me; but I re
member when you were a member of
the Superintending School Committee
of Bradford. I was a boy in the village
school. My father was dead; my mother
was poor; and I was but a shabby-dres
sed child, though clean. When our
class came out on examination day, you
asked the questions. I fancied that you
would praise and pet the children of
rich and fortunate parents, and pass me
“ But it was not as I thought. In
the end you passed by all the others,
and came to me. You laid your hand
on my head, and told me I could do
better still if I would try. You told
me the way to honor and renown were
open to all alike, no one had a free pass.
All I had to do was to be resolved and
push on. That, sir was the turning
point of my life. From that hour my
soul has aspired, and I have never reach
ed a great good without blessing you in
my heart. I have prospered, and am
wealthy and now I offer you but a poor
return for the soul-wealth you gave me
in that by-gone time.”
“ I took the check.” said Winslow,
-> and drew the gold; and our house was
saved. And where, at the end of the
year, he added; “do you suppose I
found my note? In possession,” he
said, with streaming eyes, “of my little
orphaned granddaughter! Oh, hearts
like that man’s are what bring earth
and heaven nearer together ! ”
An observer says that “children are
not so well-behaved since the mothers
have taken to wearing high buttoned
boots.” This is supposed to be a jest on
the disuse of slippers for spanking pur
The cup that neither dicers nor in
Can a curl over the forehead be call
ed ‘ Locke on th-t; Vnflerstanding
When young ladies wager grieves, in
what color do they usually pay r Smoke 1
A MAN at Atlanta, Gu. s * recently why
sleeps with his mouth open, had his false
teeth an adroit thief.
‘ Patrick, fill you take your stake
rare or well done . “Well done, if ye
photo, for it was rare enough I got in the
ould country !”
Two young ladies, in llaudal county,
Indiana, reeenfly, waplaid and sotinly
thrashed a young man who—as they ac
cidently discovered— was engaged tube
married to both of them. *
N m .
“Silence in the court-room there,”
thundered a police magistrate the other
morning; “the court has already commit
ted four prisoners without being able to
hear a word of the testimony.”
A St. Louis man wants a divorce be
cause his wife mauls hi in* with a hatchet.
Another because his wife “lit out” after
they had been married a week, and a
third because he likes beer better than
his wife, and can’t carry on both.
Forney managed to dine at the same
table with Ollivier when he was in Paris,
and now he makes his two papers howl
with lamentations over the retirement of
Tiie Cleveland Leader says there are
so far only forty-seven names mentioned
in connection with the republican nomi
nation for the supreme Judgeship of
At Morrissiana, New York, a man
tried to kill another, and was let off the
trial because ho was laboring under “over
wrought eccentricity.” That is anew
term for what old fashioned people used
to call drunk. This is a progressive age.
“This is a funny cheese, Uncle Joe:
but where §hall I cut it ?” “Oh,” said
the grinning friend, “cut it where you
like.” “Very well,” said the Yankeevool
lßpputting it under his arm, “I’ll cut it
A woman’s rights advocate insists that
divorced women hataj a right to vote un
der the Fifteenth amendment, which
provides that the right of suffrage shall
not be denied or abridged on account of
race, color, or “previous condition of ser
• telhLofa .“shretVd
Jersey farmer” who bows
that steal his melon, hut lets them edft ill
they want and takcS his revenge wheft
reading their obituary notices in the pa
per the next day.” ,<5
The elephant got loose at a circus in
Kentucky, the other night, and a quick
witted darkey, in the panic, cut his way
out through the canvas. He unfortu
nately stepped from the tent into a deep
creek and appeared no more.
The old picture of “ Border Ruffians
iu Kansrs,” published in harper’s years
ago, is now being used to represent "Set
tlers attacked by Indians,” by the same
paper. Soon it will illustrate some in
cident in the Europeou war. There is
nothing like enterprise.
A baboon escaped from a menagerie
in Alleghany, Pa., the other day and
took lefuge in a bank. The attaches
left in a body, in a high state of alarm,
leaving the baboon, who displayed symp
toms of irate mischief, master of the sit
uation. The finances were displayed in
piles on a shelf resting against the wall,
and among these he took his station.—
Gold went up and down without affect
ing the market, and greasy bank notes
were flung upon the floor with terrible
recklessness. Finally the menagerie
man arrived and brought Jocko to terms.
The damage was trifling, but the scare
was as great as the Fenian Canadian
The Little Corporal is responsible
for the following:
At one of our neighbor’s houses was
a very bright little girl. It chanced
once that they had as a guest a minis
ter, an esteemed friend. Little Anna
watched him close, and finally sat down
behind him and began to draw on her
“What are you drawing, Anna'?”
asked the clergyman.
“Ise making your picture,” answered
So the gentleman sat very still, and
she worked away earnestly for awhile ;
then stopped, compared her work with
the original, and shook her little head.
“I don’t like it much.” she said.-
“’Tain’ta great deal like you. I
dess I'll put a tail to it and tall it a dog.”
A Yankee having once told an En
glishman on one particular occasion he
shot nine hundred and ninety-nine snipe,
the Englishman asked why he did not
make it a thousand at once. “No,” said
he, “not likely I'm going to tell a lie for
a single snipe.” Thereupon the English
man rather “riled,” and determined not
to be outdone, he began to tell a story of
a man having swam fronv Liverpool to
“Did you see him?” asked the Yan
“ Why, of course, I did. I was com
ing across, and our vessel passed him a
mi le out of Boston Harbor.”
“Well,” says the Yankee, “I’m glad
ye saw him, stranger, rottyer a witness
that 1 did it. That was me.”
The Englishman began to feel uneasy,
and was heard inquiring the way to his