"Not a bit of it. It brought me up right. These p'rarries are wonderful roomy. I thought one spell I would let myself out entirely, but me and mother held a corcus, and decided that as she was getting old, and blind like, it tuk too long, and cost too much to sew up the legs of my trousers, and so I put a stop to it, and concluded that six foot five would do for a feller that couldn't afford the expensive luxury of a wife to make his breeches. It was only my love for my mother that stopped my growth. If I'd a had an idea of a sewing machine, there's no telling what I might a done."

"You have so many gold pieces in your pocket, you can afford to get your trowsers made now. Why don't you and your mother hold another caucus, and see what you can do? If she would let you expand yourself, you might sell out to Barnum, and make a fortune travelling with Tom Thumb, and take the old woman along."

"Stranger," said the rough, great man, and his whole face loomed up with a mingled expression of pain and pride. "Stranger, I spoke a word here I didn't mean to; a slightly word, like, about my mother. I would give all the gold in my pocket to bring her back for one hour, to look upon this country as it is now. She had her cabin here when Chicager was nowhere; here she raised her boysshe couldn't give them larnin', but she taught us better things than books can give; to be honest, and useful, and industrious. She taught us to be faithful and true; to stand by a friend, and be generous to an enemy. It's thirty years, stranger, since we dug her grave by the lake side with our own hands; and with many a tear and sob, turned ourselves away from the cabin where we'd been raised-the Indians had killed our father long before, and we'd nothing to keep us-and so we went to seek our fortunes. My brother, he took down to St. Louis, and got married down there somers; and I just went where the wind blowed, and when I'd scraped money enoth together, I cum back and bought a few acres of land around my mother's old cabin, for the place where I'd lain her bones was sacred, like. Well, in the course of time, it turned up right in the middle of Chicager. I couldn't stand that I loved my old mother too well to let omnibuses rattle over her grave, so I cum back about fifteen years ago, and quietly moved her away to the buryn' ground; and then I went back to Texas, and wrote to an agent arterward to sell my land. What cost a few hundred to begin on, I sold for over forty thousand -if I'd a kept it till now, 'twould have been worth ten times that: that's so, but I got enough fort. I soon turned that forty thousand into eighty thousand, and that into twice as much, and so on, 'till I don't know nor don't care what I'm worth; that's so. I work hard, am the same rough customer, remember every day of life what my mother taught me; never drink, nor fight; wish I didn't swear and chaw; but them's got to be kind a second natur' like, and the only thing troubles me is my money -haven't got no wife nor children, and I'm going now to hunt up my brother and his folks. If his boys is clever and industrious, ain't ashamed of my big boots and old-fashioned ways, and his gals is young women and not ladies; if they help their mother, and don't put on more'n two frocks a day, I'll make 'em rich, every one on 'em.

"Now, gentlemen, 'taint often I'm led to tell on myself after this fashion. But these old places where I trapped when I was a boy, made me feel like a child agin-and I just felt like telling these youngsters here about the changes and chances a feller may meet in life, if he only tries to make the most of himself.

"But, boys," said he, turning to a party of young men, "there's something better than money. Get education. Why, boys, if I had as much larnin' as money, I could be President in 1857 just e-a-8-y. Why, I could buy up half the North, and not miss it out of my pile. But get larnin'; don't chaw tobacco; don't take to liquor; don't swear, and mind your mothers-that's the advice of a real live Sucker; and if you mind what I say you may be men (and it ain't every feller that wears a goatee and breeches that's a man, by a long ways.) Foller out her counsels; never do a thing that will make you ashamed to meet her in Heaven. Why, boys, I never done a bad thing but I heard my mother's voice reprovin' me; and I never done a good thing and made a good move, but I've seemed to hear her say, "That's right, Jack, and that has been the best of all. Nothin' like a mother, boys; nothin' like a mother-that's 80."

All this had passed while waiting to wood, just out of Chicago. The great man was swelling with emotions called up from the dark shadows of the past; his big rough frame heaved like a great billow upon the ocean. Tears sprang to his deep-set and earnest eyes-they welled up to the brim-and swam round asking to be let fall as tributes to his mother's memory-tributes to the love of the past. But he choked them down, and humming a snatch of an old ballad, he thrust his hands down into his pockets, walked back to the end of the car, pulled the gigantic collar of his shaggy coat up around his ears, buttoned it close, and leaned back against the window in silence.

The cars rattled on. What a mind was there; what a giant intellect, sleeping, buried away from light and usefulness by a rubbish of prejudice, habit and custom-doing but half work, for want of culture.

"A mute inglorious Milton," or rather Webster, going about the world, struggling with his own soul, yet bound by chains of ignorance, which precluded his doing but a moiety of the good it lay in -his power to do.

All the way through our long, tedious journey, he had been ever on the watch to do good. He gave up his seat by the fire to an Irish woman and her child, and took one further back; soon a young girl seated herself by his side; as the night hours wore on, and she nodded wearily, he rose, spread his beautiful sopard skin with its soft, rich lining, on the seat, made a pillow of his carpet-bag, and insisted that she should lie down and sleep.

"What will you do?" said she, naively.

"Never mind me-I can stand up and sleep like a Buffalo; I'm used to it.-THAT'S SO ! "

A little boy, pulled up from a sound nap to give place to incomers, was pacified and made happy by a handful of chestnuts and a glowing bit of candy out of the big man's pocket. When he left the cars for refreshment, he brought back his hands full of pies, and distributed them among a weary group. A mother and seven little children, the eldest not twelve years old, whose husband and father left the cars at every stopping place, and returned more stupid and beastly each time, scolding the little tired restless ones with thick tongue, and glaring his furious red eyes upon the poor grieved victim of a wife, like a tiger upon its prey, "because she did not keep her young ones still;" "they would disturb every body." No bite of refreshment, no exhilarating draught, no rest from that fat, cross baby, came to her all the long night, save when the big man stretched out his great hands and took her baby boy for an hour, and let him play with his splendid watch to keep him quiet.

"I'll give yer a thousand dollars for him," said he, as he handed him back to her arms. "You may have the whole lot for that," answered the drunken father with a swine-like grunt. "It's a bargain," said the big man, "providin' the mother's willing."

"Indade, sir, it's not the one of them can be had for money," was the quiet yet determined response of the mother's heart.

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How kindly he helped her off the cars, when, at the break of day, they came to their journey's

Thus all night he had been attracting the attention of the waking ones in the cars. But his kindness and rough politeness would soon have been forgotten by the mass of the passengers, had he not stamped it upon our memories with his gold.

"I wonder who he is," and "where did he get in."
"Education would spoil him." "What rich furs!"

carries?" "He's some great man incog."

"What an interesting character."

"Did you notice what a splendid watch he

Such were a few of the queries that passed from lip to lip. But there came no answer; for hè, who alone could have answered, sat crouched in his fur coat, seeming unconscious of all but his own deep thoughts,

"Chicago!" shouted the brakeman, and in an instant all was confusion, and our hero was lost in the crowd. The next we saw of him was at the baggage stand, looking up a band-box for a sweetlooking country girl, who was going to learn the milliner's trade in the city, As we passed to our carriage,

we discovered him again, holding an old man by the hand, while he grasped the shoulder of the conductor of another train with the other, getting for the deaf, gray-haired sire the right information as to the route he should take to get to "his darter, who lived near Muscatine, Iowa."

"God bless him for his good deeds!" was our earnest aspiration, as we whirled round the corner. May his shadow never grow less, or the gold in his pocket diminish, for in his unnumbered charities and mercies dropped so unostentatiously here and there, he is perhaps doing more good in his day and generation, than he who donates his thousands to build charitable institutions, to give honor to his

own name.

Oh how much the world needs great hearts that are able to comprehend little things-and yet how often it happens that the learned, the wise, and the rich, outgrow the every-day wants of humanity, and feeling within themselves the power to move mightily-pass by the humble duties that would make a thousand hearts leap for joy-and push on, looking for some wrong to right, some great sorrow to be soothed, some giant work to be accomplished; and failing to find the great work, live and die, incarcerated in their own selfishness, and do nothing at all.

This rough man's nature seemed the nature of the little child. His quick eye saw at a glance; his great heart warmed, and his great hand executed his littlo works of charity-so small that one would have expected to see them slip between his giant fingers unaccomplished-yet were they done. The "angel over the right shoulder" will have a longer column to set down to his account of deeds well done, than all the rest of the passengers of that crowded car, on that long, tedious, stormy night, in January, 1856,

JUDGE TANEY'S NEGRO CONVERT THE DRED SCOTT DECISION APPLIED.
(From the Boston Journal.)

Slamming the last door of the first car, and opening that of the second, the "gentlemanly conductor" of the New York train made his appearance with his bow and smile, and "Tickets, gentlemen, if you please."

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Seated in the front corner, surrounded by her personal conveniences, such as a carpet bag, umbrella, big bundle, little bundle, a few apples and pieces of cake, was a colored lady, whose face, the hue of an inverted saucepan, contrasting with her snow-white ivory and eyeballs, gave that pleasing African expression which is so often the type of humor and good nature.

"Ticket, ma'am," says our conluctor, with a civility regardless of complexion.

"I han't got 'em," she replied, "but I'se got money, any way," and she began to fumble in her bag, then in the bundles, searching these articles through in vain.

"Come, hurry up," exclaimed her now slightly impatient friend; "I can't wait all day.”

"Bless yer soul, yer don't think I find every thing in a minute, but I'se got money somewhar-must be in dis year cawpet bag," and she felt in her pocket accordingly for the key.

"Well, well, I'll pass through, and when I get back perhaps you will have it ready."

"Yes, sartin," said Dinah; but as he passed along she reached out her umbrella, and giving him a poke on the shoulder, asked, "What you goin to charge on freight?"

"Freight! what do you want to know that for?"

"Cause I does; I'se civil, ain't I?"

"Well, five cents a foot; there, don't bother me any more, but find your money;" and he went his way.

There seemed to be a peculiar drollery about the lady's eye and mouth, as the one rolled around in its black sea of flesh, and the other opened to give vent to an, involuntary "yah, ha!" It was not long now before she found her purse and withdrew some coin, which she kept jingling in her hands, as she kept up her occasional cachinations.

In due time the conductor returned for his money, and upon extending his itching palm, was somewhat astonished at receiving the precise sum of ten cents.

"What do you mean ?" he exclaimed. "The fare to New York is five dollars."

"Yas, yas, I knows dat, for white folks-folks what am folks-but I'se nobody;-I'se freight, I is. Yah, yah! Poor rule as don't work bof ways; five cents a foot, heah they is!" said she, extending a pair of enormous ambulators for the inspection of the conductor and us all.

The nonplussed functionary stood undetermined for a moment among the shouts of the passengers, until an idea of compromise occurred to him, as he exclaimed-" Well, if you are freight, take yourself off into the baggage car." But even there Dinah was too much for him, as she replied, "Jus' you pick up your freight if you want to carr um off!"

This settled the point. The conductor vanished, and Dinah offered a pious ejaculation: "Lord bress dat ar 'Preme Court, as gin 'em credit for five dollar bill, any way!"

YANKEES AT POMPEII.

Go where you will you meet Americans. We had no sooner set foot in Pompeii, and were busy exploring the Temple of Isis and the sacrificial altar, when in came three curious Yankees and joined our party. The other day, on reaching the top of Vesuvius, I descried a man sitting astride a block of lava. I don't know why, but I marked him at once for one of my countrymen. As I advanced toward him, I could not help noticing the cool manner in which he and Vesuvius were taking a morning smoke together. His long nine was run out like a bowsprit, and he took the whole affair as calmly as one would look upon a kitchen fire at home. As soon as I came up with him, he bawled out, "Hallo, stranger! pretty considerable lot of lavy raound here! Any news down below? You haint tuckered aout, be ye?" On my asking him if he had looked into the crater, he replied, "Yass! but I burnt the laigs of my trowsers, though, tell yew." He turned out to be a man from New England, who came up from Marseilles to see the volcano, and a more delightfully verdant gentleman is not common in these parts.

A CARPET IN THE BACKWOODS.

ABOUT this time an incident occurred which was somewhat amusing, and will serve to give a further illustration of the backwoods. Colonel Crockett's opponent was an honorable man, but proud and lofty in his bearing. This of course was laid aside, as much as practicable, while he was electioneering. Standing one day at his window, he observed several of his friends passing along the road, and familiarly hailed them to call in and take a drink. They called, and upon going into the house, there was a handsome tray, with choice liquors, set out on a table standing in the middle of the room, which was furnished with a new carpet, not large enough to cover the floor, but leaving on each side a vacant space around the room. On this vacant space walked B's friends, without ever daring to approach the table. After many and frequent solicitations, and seeing B- upon the carpet, they went up and drank; but left him manifestly with displeasure. Calling at the next house to which they came, where happened to live one of Crockett's friends, they asked what kind of a man was the great bear-hunter; and received for answer that he was a good fellow, but very poor, and lived in a small log cabin, with a dirt floor. They all cried out he was the man for them, and swore they would be licked sooner than support a man as proud as B—. Never having seen a carpet before, they swore that B―had invited them to his house to take a drink, and had spread down one of his best bed-quilts for them to walk upon, and that it was nothing but a piece of pride.