ple were asleep on the clean sand on the riv. er's bed; these were quickly awakened by the Arabs, who rushed down the steep bank to save the skulls of my two hippopotami that were exposed to dry. Hardly had they descended, when the sound of the river in the darkness beneath told us that the water had arrived, and the men, dripping with wet, had just sufficient time to drag their heavy burdens up the bank. All was darkness and confusion; everybody was talking and no one listening, but the great event had occcurred, the river had arrived like a thief in the night.'

On the morning of the 24th June I stood on the banks of the noble Atbara river, at the break of day. The wonder of the desert! Yesterday there was a barren sheet of glaring sand, with a fringe of withered bush and trees upon its borders that cut the yellow expanse of desert. For days we had journeyed the exhausted bed; all nature, even in nature's poverty, was most poor; no bush could boast a leaf; no tree could throw a shade; crisp gums crackled upon the stems upon the mimosas, the sap dried upon the burnt bark, sprung with the withering heat of the simoon. In one night there was a mysterious change-wonders of the mighty Nile! an army of waters was hastening to the wasted river; there was no drop of rain, no thunder cloud on the horizon to give hope, all had been dry and sultry; dust and desolation yesterday, to-day a magnificent stream some five hundred yards in width and from fifteen to twenty feet in depth, flowed through the dreary desert! Bamboos and reeds, with trash of all kinds, were hurried along the muddy waters. Where were all the crowded inhabitants of the pool? The prison doors were broden, the prisoners were released, and rejoiced in the mighty stream of the Atbara.

The 24th June, 1861, was a memorable day. Although this was actually the beginning of my work, I felt that, by the experience of this night, I had obtained a clew to one portion of the Nile mystery, and that, as "coming events cast their shadows before them," this sudden creation of a river was but the shadow of the great cause. The rains were pouring in Abys sinia! these were the sources of the Nile!

MARVELOUS DISCOVERY IN MONTANA.

ANCIENT INDIAN RELICS.

A most wonderful story reaches us from Montana: Indeed, a tale which we should hardly credit, were it not related to us by one whom we consider worthy of credence. The gentlemen who related the circumstance to us came down by the steamer yesterday and had himself conversed with Mr. Edward Parsons, one of the luck adventurers, who gave him the following particulars:

In July last a company of five prospecters was made up in Helena, who, having heard of the unexplored country around the head of the Yellowstone, determined to visit that district in search of lcdes. The country was found to be almost entirely free from Indians, and there was abundance of game, until they arrived within two days' journey of Yellowstone Lake, when the scene changed, the country being entirely barren und permeated in every direction with bot springs and fissures in the rock, from which issued smoke and noxious gases.

Continuing their journey through a scorching atmosphere, and encountering some pearl among the rough and irregular ridges of bare rock, which everywhere distinguished the landscape, the travelers, on the third day, came to the margin of a small lake, from which issued a river, which they judged would lead to the Yellowstone.

After following the stream for some time, they came to a long, irregular mound, crowned on the summit by ancient stone "Carn," similar to those seen in some parts of New Mexico, which was half concealed in grass and a

growth of low bushes. As the work of removing the stones did not appear to be a difficult one, they being uncemented and of medi um size, it was proposed to open the "Caru,” which was done after a halt a day's labor, and below was found a solid cemented floor, which sounded hollow to the tread. Being, however, determined to complete their work, the travelers, after some labor dug down some twelve inches, when they came to an immense stone. seven feet long, which it took the united strength of the party to move.

Beneath, there was a long, low chamber, and when the eyes of the intruders became accustomed to the darkness, it was seen that an Indian catacomb had been unearthed. Seated in a single row around the quadrangle, were the remains of upward of thirty warriors, from whose forms the flesh had long since mouldered away, and whose very bones crumbled into dust at the touch of the spectator. On the floor around lay numerous instruments of war or chase, some of iron and some of stone, and the entire apartment was covered with a fine and almost impalpable dust, which was all that remained of the furs and robes with which this abode of death had doubtless at one time been carpeted.

Lying beside the bones were numerous ornaments, indicating the rank of the dead, and among them were many of those twisted circlets of gold known to antiquarians as "torques," which had one time entwined the necks and arms of their savage owners. Some of these were of unusual size, weighing one and a half to two pounds, and many minor ornaments of the same precious metal were also secured by the happy finders.

What chiefly attracted attention was, however, a massive basin or kettle that occupied the center of the apartment, and was doubtless used as a sacrificial censer for burning incense, it being two feet high and two and a half feet in circumference. This massive article, wonderful to tell, proved on inspection to be pure gold, and was so heavy that the party had great difficulty in removing it from its resting place and bringing it into the open air.

"Endeavors were then made to break the vessel, but the pure quality of the gold caused it only to bend beneath the weight of the blows inflicted upon it. After great exertion the adventurers were enabled, by means of their axes, to sever the mass into portable pieces, laden with which the party turned their steps homeward, having themselves to walk the greater part of the way to give relief to their burdened animals. The whole amount of gold was brought to Helena, and Mr. Edward Parsons calculated that his share of the treasure amounted to about $21.000, the whole bulk being as least $100,000 in value. Mr. Parsons is a native of Montana, and resides at Green Vale, near Helena, where he is well known. Notwithstanding his extraordinary luck, he intends to return to the river where these discoveries were made, and whlch he calls Grave River, feeling convinced that there are more catacombs in that vicinity.

[We fear that the original name of Parsons was Cantel A. Bigly.-ED. PRESS.]-From the Leavenworth Kansas Commercial

Gov. HANCOCK AND GEN. WASHINGTON.Mrs. Hancock often related the circumstances of her husband's severe attack of gout at the time when Gen. Washington was expected to make his first appearance in Boston. The General had accepted an invitation to dine that day with the Governor. It had been represented to Washington that etiquette deman ded that the Governor should be at the entrance of the town to welcome him, This was expected; and when the General had been delayed two hours-waiting, in a cold wind, with poor health-Hancock not appearing, he asked if there were no other entrance to the town by which he could speedily reach his lodgings.

Being answered in the negative, he ordered the cavalcade to move on at a quick pace, proceeding directly to his place of abode. Meanwhile, Gov. Hancock was patiently keeping back his dinner, in continual expectation of the arrival of the distinguished guest. Soon the report reached the house, and was whispered about, explaining why he had not come.

The next day the Governor ordered his carriage, and, with limbs wrapped in red baize, he was placed in it, in order to call on the General. When he arrived at Washington's lodgings he was carried in the arms of his servants to the head of the stairs, and thence he crawled on his hands and knees into the presence of the Commander-in-Chief. The General, seeing him in this position, was moved to tears. All difficulties being soon removed, kindness and cordiality were reciprocated.Queens of American Society.

LIGHT BEYOND.

Beyond the stars that shine in golden glory.
Beyond the calm, sweet moon,

Up the bright ladder saints have trod before thee,
Soul! thou shalt venture soon.

Secure with Him who sees thy heart-sick yearing,
Safe in His arms of love,

Thou shalt exchange the midnight for the morning.
And thy fair home above.

Oh! it is sweet to watch the world's night wearing..
Ths Sabbath morn come on

And sweet it were the vineyard labor sharing-
Sweeter the labor done

All finished! all the conflict and the sorrow,
Earth's dream of anguish o'er
Deathless there dawns for thee a nightless morrow
On Eden's blissful shere.

Patience! then, patience! soon the pang of dying
Shall all forgotten be,

And thou, through rolling spheres rejoicing, frying
Beyond the waveless sea,

Shalt know here after where thy Lord doth lead thee,
His darkest dealings trace;

And by those fountains where His love will feed thee, Behold Him face to face!

THE OCEAN BOTTOM.-Mr. Green, the famous diver, tells singular stories of his adventures, when making search in the deep waters of the ocean. He gives some new sketches of what he saw at the "Silver Bank." near Hayti; The banks of coral of which my divings were made are about forty miles in length, and from ten to twenty in breadth. On this bank of coral is presented to the diver one of the most beautiful and sublime scenes the eye ever beheld. The water varies from ten to one hundred feet in depth, and so clear that the diver can see two or three hundred feet when submerged, with but little obstruction to the sight.

The bottom of the ocean in many places, is as smooth as a marble floor, in others it is studded with coral columns, from ten to one hundred in height and from one to eighty feet in diameter. The tops of those more lofty support a myriad of pyramidal pendants, each forming a myriad more, giving reality to the imaginary abode of some water-nymph. In other places the pendants from arch after arch, and, as the diver stands on the bottom of the ocean, and gazes through in the deep winding avenues, he finds that they fill him with as scared an awe as if he were in some old cathedral which had long been buried beneath old ocean's wave. Here and there the coral extends even to the surface of the water, as if the loftier columns were towers belonging to those stately temples that are now in ruins.

There were countless varieties of diminutive trees, shrubs, and plants in every crevice of the corals where water had deposited tie earth. They were all of a faint hue, owing t the pale light they received, although of ever shade, and entirely different from plants tha I am familiar with that vegetate upon dry land. One in particular attracted my atten tion; it resembled a sea-fan of immense size, of a variegated colors, and the most brillian hue. The fish which inhabit these "Silver Banks" I found as different in kind as the

scenery was varied. They were of all forms, colors, and sizes-from the symmetrical goby to the globe-like sunfish; from the dullest hue to the changeable dolphin; from the spots of the leopard to the hues of the sunbeam; from the harmless minnow to the voracious shark. Some had heads like squirrels, others like cats and dogs, some of small size resembled the bull terrier. Some darted through the water like meteors, while others could scarcely be seen to move.

To enumerate and explain all the various kinds of fish I beheld while driving on these banks would, were I enough of a naturalist so to do, required more than my limits allow, for I am convinced that most of the kinds of fish which inhabit the tropical seas can be found there. The sun fish, star fish, white shark and blue or shovel-nose shark were often seen.

They were also fish which resembled plants, and remained as fixed in their position as a shrub; the only power they possessed was to open and shut when in danger. Some of them resembled the rose when in full bloom, and were of all hues. There were the ribbon fish, from four or five inches to three feet in length; their eyes are very large, and protrude like those of a frog.

Another fish is spotted like a leopard, trom three to ten feet in length. They build their houses like beavers, in which they spawn, and the male or female watches the egg until it hatches. I saw many speciments of the green turtle, some five feet long, which I should think would weigh from 400 to 500 pounds.

CLOPPET'S TRIBUTE.-The following ingenuous lines are the tribute of Madame Swetchine's valet, who was in her service for thirty years:

I should have liked, monsieur, if my health had not been so bad, to furnish you with some notes on the last years of her whom I had the honor to serve. The more I think of it, the more I am convinced the dear lady shortened her days by ber desire to serve her kind in all ranks of like, and by making herself the slave of all. Here is a proof of it:

One morning, when I was serving her breakfast after her return from mass, she said to me, "I am in a great hurry. I have a great deal of writing to do, and am very much behindhand. I shall close my door to everybody without exception. I beg," she repreated, "that you will admit no one.' But, when she rose from the table, she added, with a smile, "However, if anybody comes who absolutely needs to speak to me, and especially if there are any poor people who have come from a distance and have no time to call again, you must announce them." A moment after she entered the drawing room,she came back to say, "I had quite forgotten that Mme. such a one wanted to see me alone." Half an hour later came two or three private letters soliciting private interviews; then a person from the country, who stopped as she passed, and begged to see her just one minute; but the minute lasted till some one else came. Then, at three or four o'clock, her doors were opened to everybody, and they came in crowds to stay till seven. I saw her seat herself at table, worn out with the fatigues of the day; and people were even then comming to speak with her before her soiree commenced. She used often to rise from the table before she had finished her dinner. This would last from six o'clock in the morning till an hour, and sometimes two hours, after midnight. To be sure, she lived in the midst of friends who loved and admired her; but they they never could see that her strength was wearing out. especiall in the last fivefor six years.. Ah,monsieur everybody was delighted to see and hear; but I do not think any one can deny that her conversation was charming. She had a talent which very few people possess a different language for every class she met. She knew so well how to console the poor in their misery-the sick in their domestic trials; to raise the

spirits of the sorrowing; and to sustain mothers who came to ask advice about their children. Those who went to her for comfort used to see come out from her presence with peace in their faces.

If these few lines, monsieur, can be of any service to you, I shall be most happy to have given proof of all my gratitude to my benefactress, so deeply regretted to me and mine. CLOPPET.

-Life of Madame Swetchine.

A PLEA FOR MEAN MEN.-The Missouri Republican has a correspondent who undertakes the He enthankless task of defending mean men. deavors to prove in an elaborate essay, the superiority of the "mean man" to the "good fellow" of our period. And he comes nearer to success in his task than it is politic to acknowledge. One thing that a mean man is remarkable for, is his reliability. You always know where to find him. Ask him to contribute to a testimonial to Podjers, or to subscribe for the relief of Smuggs. He says No. But he also acts No. He don't give a cent. Put the same appeal to "good fellow," and he says, "Certainly, my dear boy. Put me down for a V." And you do put him down for a V, subsequently enjoying the privilege of making the subscription good out of your own pocket. For "good fellow" always says yes, but never acts yes. But let the correspondent speak for himself:

Who makes the better husband? At the risk of bringing down a torrent of maledictions on my unprotected head, I shall still adhere to the man who is supposed to have no heart or genuine human sentiment. The good fellow for a lover, the mean man for a husband. The latter will rob all creation to supply his household; the former will rob his family to accommodate his friends. Form all the married women in St. Louis in a solid column up and down Fourth street, and if I don't get ninety-nine votes out of one hundred in favor of my propositionI will treat the drinking community to a barrel of gin and water on the occasion of the first election for a female President. Good fellow, all love; mean man, all business. One takes his wife to the opera in a four-horse carriage, the other rides triumphantly in a street omuibus. The good fellow never can be cross to anybody but his wife, for fear of making himself unpopular; the mean man is so sour with all the rest of the world that he has not one particle of ill-temper to spare at home.

"Love rules the camp, the court, the grove, For love is heaven, and heaven is love,"

but it won't buy beef. Mean man seldom gets "salubrious;" he is too mean. His wife is never jealous. She knows all women hate him, because he is mean, and she rather likes it. She laughs and grows fat. Good fellow drinks; too kind-hearted to refuse; and he loves everybody. Good fellow's wife pale and emaciated, decrepit with eare and full of sorrow; mean euss's wife hale and hearty; fat, red-faced, and weighs a ton. Am I right?

AN UNDERGROUND RIVER.-The Fremont (Ohio) Journal says, "it is not generally known that there exists, about a mile west of Fremont, a remarkable underground stream, with a swift current, and no outlet above the surface of the ground this side of Lake Erie. It was discovered several years ago on a farm north of Four Mile House, now owned by Widow Sheffer, by a man who was returning from a day's chopping in the woods. In walking over a slightly sunken place he noticed a hollow sound, and turning, struck the ground with his axe. The axe broke through and disappeared, and never has been heard from since. Further investigation showed a rock about six feet below the surface, with a crevice a foot or more wide, in which water could be seen several feet below. By tracing its course further down and breaking through the crust, the same phenomenon appeared again, and by dropping a piece of wood or other floating substance in the upper aperture, it was soon seen to pass to the lower one, showing a strong current. A lead and line let down to the depth of seventy feet found no bottom. The supply of water is only slightly affected by drouth, and a pump set up in

one of the places above mentioned, has furnished the purest water to the whole neighborhood during the late dry season. It is certainly quite a remarkable stream.'

The drouth has been accompanied by the remarkable appearance of springs where none had been known before. A case of this kind was lately described in the St. Charles (Mo.) Cosmos as occurring in that county, and we now find in the Memphis Conservative, Scotland County, Mo., the following:

During the drouth a very strange occurrence to us has transpired, which we have not heard satisfactorily accounted for, and which is a subject worthy of the attention of scientific men, Water oozes from the parched and cracked earth, springs gush out from places where they were never before known to exist, and the North Fabius which usually dried up only in deep holes in extreme dry weather, now continues to run, and affords more water than it usually does in dry times. Who will furnish us a good reason for these occurrences for publication?

A THEATRICAL REFORM.-In the St. Louis theaters the "pit" has hitherto been entirely given up to the "roughs." About a fortnight ago forty gentlemen determined to invade this region and hold it for the use of decent people. They met at the office of one of their number, went in a body to the theater which they had selected for their experiment, and when the doors were opened secured seats in the front and center of the pit. The result is thus told by a St. Louis paper:

'When the audience had assembled a novel sight was presented. Instead of the heterogeneous mass usually filling the lower regions" of a theatre, the amazed auditors in the dress circle looked down on gentlemen, each of whom was most scrupulously attired in full evening dress, with white vests, white kid gloves, opera glasses, plug hats and jaunty canes. In fact, the bold innovators created a sensation not down on the 'bills.' They were the observed of all observers. Fair ladies in the parquette recognized in the company gentlemen whom they had met at the most elegant parties of the elite, but the gentlemen bore the scrutiny of a hundred opera glasses most bravely, and returned the recognition with interest."

BRIDGER, THE TRAPPER.-The Kansas City Advertiser gives an account of James Bridger, the trapper, who has a farm near Westport, and real estate in that place. He lately returned from Fort Laramie and Virginia City, whither he had acted as a guide in locating a military road and post. In a like capacity, he has served the government for about forty-five years. Born in Richmond, a relative of John Randolph, he came, at but seven years of age, with his father to St. Louis, and on his parents' death joined some trappers for the Yellow Stone. This life he has since pursued in Oregon, Washington Territory, the Rocky Mountains, California, and Arizona, becoming singularly familiar with those regions. Several times he has been desperately wounded by Indians, and during his career has killed, or been with parties which killed, between fifteen hundred and two thousand Indians. He never found an Indian who could beat him running.

Mr. Bridger kept a journal up to 1854. In that year, he was driven off by the Mormons from Fort Bridger, and much of his property destroyed, iucluding this journal. He proposes, nevertheless, to write out, at an early day, a history of his adventurous life.

THE STEERAGE OF AN EMIGRANT SHIP.-The last resource was to promenade to the fore, and look down upon "Steerage" in his own proper quarters. The picture he presented, though exhibiting a vast quantity of dirt color, was by no means devoid of interest or variety. The Germans proper were notable for heavy figures, neutral-tint clothes, and faces which wore no expression whatever, but indicated a capacity for sleeping at will that would enable its owners to get through any number of tedious days without feeling the weight of them. They also had a great talent for doing nothing while awake, and the number of male figures that stood for hours together staring before them, sometimes smoking, sometimes not, but obviously without any mental action whatever, was truly wonderful. Occasionally a few of them reclined in classic

attitudes, lazily playing at cards, and feeling as If sleep would overtake them long before the termination of the game. I doubt whether they played for any stakes; but whether or not, I am sure that nothing short of the most princely winnings or the most ruinous losses could have imprinted a trace of emotion on their heavy fea tures. Otherwise was it with the sprinkling of Bohemians who varied the mass. The women might be at once picked out by the gay handkerchief which they wore round their necks, and skull cap fashion on their heads; and men and women were alike distinguished by sharp,_vivacious features, and keen, intelligent eyes. Therǝ was indeed a sort of squalid finery about these Bohemians that rendered them fitting subjects for the imitation of supernumeraries in dramas of the "Flowers of the Forest" kind, and a very small addition of tinsel would have at once fully qualified them for the stage.

Taken altogether, "Steerage," asleep or awake, dull or vivacious, got very pleasantly through his long days, though he was without the relief of a regular meal, his food being apportioned to him in his own pen, which he took to the cook-house when his appetite prompted him so to do. As to his evenings, they were joyous. He had his reg ular soiree dansante, in which all the constituent particles that made up his aggregate badly, distinguished themselves greatly, not without the admiration of the oligeeths; for "Steerage" danced much more deftly than his betters.-All the Year Round.

WISE AND OTHERWISE.

The national game for the winter-snow-ball.! Every man desireth to live long, but no man would be old.

Censure is the tax a man payeth to the public for being eminent.

If a man maketh me keep my distance, the comfort is, he keepeth his own at the same time. Is there no way to bring home a wandering sheep, but by worrying him to death?

"Representations of Minorities'-photographs of children.

The "Sugar Wedding," thirty days after mar. riage, is the latest fashion.

The Christmas number of Chamber's Journal will be entitled "Under the Roof."

Mr. James Hannay has become the editor of Temple Bar.

Mayor Hoffman, of New York, thinks he may now run for governor again, and perhaps for vice president.

"Who gives of his superfluity does good to others; who gives of his neccessity does good to himself."

The New Bedford Mercury thinks the present style of bonnets are better calculated for a kiss than a blow.

Jubal Early has gone to live in Canada. He didn't feel easy while Sheridan was moving about the country so freely.

A young man whose sister's name was published among the "old maids" in the Troy Herald, gave the publisher a severe thrashing.

If a man would register all his opinions upon love, politics, religion, learning, etc., beginning from his youth, and so go on to old age, what a bundle of inconsistencies would appear at last.

"Why do you always buy a second-class ticket ?" asked a gentleman of a miser. "Because there's no third-class ticket," was the unexpect ed but satisfactory answer.

The Divan piano, exposed at the Paris exhibition, is one of the marvels of the age. It can be used as a bed, bureau, bookstand, and toilet table, the stool also being fitted with drawers, looking glass, work box, and writing desk.

The publishers of the Round Table will begin January 1st a journal called The Week, to consist, like the Public Opinion of London, of extracts from journals of this and other countries, giving the very spirit and body of the times.

Another hero of romantic history has been extinguished. Mr. Brautz Mayer has written a book to prove that Logan, "the noble red man," was a drunken aud vicious savage, and that his famous "speech," when delivered, was a mere piece of maudlin raving which somebody wrote nto a speech afterwards.

Among the curiosities soon to be scattered in Europe, is the collection of rare books made during the eighteenth century by John Enschede, printer, at Haarlem. In addition to its printed

books, many of which are rare, it contains a number of manuscripts, among others an unedited Geographia in the handwriting of Sir Isaac Newton.

"The day that we first suspect ourselves of being worth very little we immediately conclude that other people are worth nothing at all, and the relative proportious of esteem are always preserved."

A gentleman seeing an Irishman fencing in a very barren and desolate piece of land, said, "What are you fencing in that lot for, Pat? a flock of sheep would starve to death on that land." "And sure, your honor, wasn't I fencing it to keep the poor bastes out of it?" replied Pat.

A pile bridge is to be erected across the Missouri river, at Omaha, as soon as the river freezes over. This bridge will secure unbroken communication during winter between Chicago and the plains, and it will save the railroad companies, in two months, more than it will cost. Of course, when the ice breaks up in spring, the bridge will be carried down the river.

The Boston Traveller has this story: Captain Stone, who commands the Cuba, is remarkable for his silence, so much so that some of his passengers have thought him dumb. A lady who knew his peculiarity in this respect addressed him during a dense fog on the banks of Newfoundland, as follows: "Captain Stone, is it always foggy here?" "Madame," replied the captain, "how should I know? I don't live here."

In England, a new loan of $5,000,000 has been proposed to open a new route for transit across Central America. The proposed route is through Honduras, and measures 230 miles. It is much longer than the Panama transit, but is so much further north that it lessens the distance from New York or London to San Francisco over 1,000 miles. It is said that the new route can be constructed for $40,000 a mile.

There is a deacon in a town of New Jersey named Day. One Sabbath morning he heard a number of boys playing in front of the house, and he went out to stop their Sabbath breaking. Assuming a grave countenance he said to them: "Boys, do you know what day this is ?" "Yes," replied an urchin, "it's Deacon Day!"

A Paris letter says: "In conclusion, I will give you the last raving lunacy in female dress. Listea! Around the waist is fastened a broad girdle, from which behind depends some great gold ornament. I have seen a quiver, a dagger, an anchor-which might Lot really be so much out of place with restless people-and to-day we have seen a great French horn.?

The Niagara Falls Gazette says: "Last Friday the water above the Falls was quite low, owing to the direction of the wind. Taking advantage of this fact, Mr. E. C. Woolson drove his carriage from Goat Island to one of the Three Sisters with a party consisting of Mr. Harvey Wood and family, of Albany, and Mrs. 8 Wheaton, of Rochester. The party was very much pleased with the novel adventure. Usually there is a very swift current running between the islands, but on this occasion there was only a moderate depth of water."

It has been noticed that poultry this season will not fatten, and the suggestion has been made that the fact is indicatvie of a mild winter, the birds not requiring the amount of carbon needful in severe winters. Observers of nature would do well to make public the general condition of deer, bear, partridges and cther species of animals and birds in this respect, that the theory may be tested. Muskrats by building their cells near the surface indicate when we are to have a mild winter, and reports from the interior upon the manner in which they have constructed their homes this season, may be instructive.

A deputy sheriff in Keene, N. H., some years ago, had a habit when anything occurred to him which he had forgotten to state, of quickly rais ing his right hand with fore finger extended, and prefacing his remarks with the exclamation, "by the way!" It being once his duty as crier to give notice of the opening of the court, he began, "O, yes, all persons having anything to do before the court of common pleas will draw nigh and harken to the evidence." Here he sat down, but remembering that he had forgotten the finishing touches instantly rose and exclaimed, "by the way, God save the state."

In the rush and crowd of travelers which surrounded the window of one of the ticket offices in the Springfield depot, on the day before Thanksgiving, a weakly-looking individual, who appeared, evidently, to "enjoy very poor health,"

elbowed his way to the front, and, hesitating somewhat, drawled out, "What's the fare to Michigan" The efficient gentleman who distributes passports, and never gives other than a courteous answer, replied, "Sixteen dollars and a half." The seeker for knowledge was also a seeker for health, and renewed his inquiries. "Do you know whether that's a good place for a feller that's all used up with the liver complaint?" to which the railroad man replied that he didn't. "Wal, do you know Miss Pettis, out there?" said the idiot and invalid; and the answer again was a negative. "Wal," explained the inquirer, "I'd hearn that she was a clairvoyant, or something o' that sort, and I thought I'd see if she couldn't help me;" and he retired. Twenty tickets had been sold during the conversation, and another study of human nature revealed.

OLD PERSONALS.

Judge Billington was the first man executed for murder in the Plymouth colony.

The first child born of English parents in New England was Peregrine White.

Thomas Jefferson and John Adams died July 4, 1826.

Peter Randolph, first President of the American Congress, died in 1775.

Elihu Yale, the benefactor of Yale College, died in England in 1721.

George Whitfield, the celebrated preacher, arrived in this country in 1740.

In 1741 four white persons were executed, thirteen negroes burned and eighteen hanged for conspiracy to burn the City of New York.

Pochahontas married Rolf, an Englishman, in 1610. She was a poor Poke; a very common sort of a squaw, and didn't do the heroic things told of her.

The first literary production of the English colonists in America was the translation of Ovid's Metamorphosis, by George Sandys, of Virginia.

Miles Standish, the hero of New England, died in 1656. A principal branch of his family went to Wethersfield, where the family name still flourishes.

Goffe and Whalley, the regicides, arrived in Boston in 1660. The "cave" at West Rock, is only less celebrated in Connecticut than Putnam's wolf deu.

The first Christian marriage in New England took place between Edward Winslow and Susannah White.

In 1789, Dr. Carroll of Maryland, was consecrated the first Catholic Bishop in America.

Aaron Burr's arrest on a charge of treason was in 1807. He killed Hamilton in a duel in 1804. He died in 1836.

In 1637 John Hayes was elected Governor-the first general election in Hartford.

Samuel Green was the first printer in America, and he first printed the Freeman's vath in Cambridge, Mass.

Benjamin Franklin made his electrical experiments in 1752. Franklin died in 1760.

IDOLATRY IN OREGON.-The Chinese have set up a Josh House, for the worship of the god Josh, in Portland, Oregon. The Oregonian gives this description of the new temple:

The Chinese Josh house on Alder street has just been completed, and the business of furnishing it is in active progress. The vestibule is furnished with two large oil globes, inside of which burn lights, which show to great advantage the cabalistic and heathenish figures painted on the outside. In the inside of the house the furniture is painted and bronzed and gilded in the most gorgeous Chinese style. The Josh-in-chief has not yet come from the hand of the manufacturer; but the little throne is decidedly such a brilliant affair that Josh will prove himself a very great scalawag if he don't speak well of it. One of the transparencies exhibits the shadows of a procession of Chinamen, some on foot and some on horseback, representing Celestial warriors or Celestial saints, we could not learn which. Whatever they are, they go round and round, propelled in some manner by a current of heated air, much to the delectation of the living Johns. There will be worship in the house this morning at ten o'clock, on which occasion Josh will be finished and duly inaugurated.

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