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1 " : IptEWELL TO SUFLOUIB. BT OKOEO"* JBSfOUD, fading: the broad leaves that gw# So ireehly green when June was young,| [are failing; And, all the whinper-bauDted forest through, The restless l>ir<ip iu saddened tone# are calling, • IfeNn rustling ha^-l-coppe r.rd tangled dell: " Farewell' f w>et Summer, Fragrant. fruity Summer, Sweet farewell!" the windv hills, In many'a Held," ' " " above _Jia honey-bees hum slo** above the dOIW, . Gleacing thV latest aweetn its blooms may yield. And, knowing tliat their harvest-time la over, Sing, half a lullaby and half a knell: '• Farowell, sweet Summer, Honey-laden Mummer, Sweet farewell Th* little brook that bubbles mid the ferns. O'.r twisted roxts and sandy shallows playing, gee its fain to linger in Its edd'ed turns, And •with a plaintive, turfing voice is saying, Sadder and sweeter than my song can tell: " Farewell, sweet Summer, Warm avd dreamy Summer, Sweet farewell!" ThV fitful breeze sweeps down the winding lane, With gold and crimson leaves before it flying; Its gu*ty laughter has no sound of pain, But in the lulls it sinks to gentle sighing; And mourns the Summer's early-broken apelT: " Farewell, sweet Summer, Rosy, blooming Summer, Sweet farewell!" Bo bird, and bee, and brook, and breeze make moan With melancholy eorg their loss complaining; . ,1, too, must join them, as I lAalk alone Among the sights and sounds of SummerV waning; 1, too, have loved the reason passing well: Bo farewell, Summer, Fair, but faded Summer, Sweet farewall! A JiOSE AND A MAI J1. Pre cicely a month after our marriage, I--M rs. Algernon Sidney Westmoreland --was informed by my lord and master that snch nnd such business--imperative enough, I owned--called him immedi­ ately to the continent; and, although both Mr. and Mrs. A. S. Westmoreland murmured somewhat at fate and £600 per annum, Algy was compelled to leave me " my lane," and go on his way the wifeless husband of a month's standing. He was to be back certainly in three weeks, if not sooner, and I was charged to write hourly, to telegraph if I had the headache, and to keep up a good heart besides ? Instead of fulfilling which commands, I wrote--well, it is true, almost hourly--in scraps; forebode from telegraphing either my head or my heartaches; and, alas for cheerful­ ness ! I moped about my bit of a house in Bayswater, as though I was a widow instead of a bride; stared at Algy's big photo over my bed; rem'mbered, almost with tears, tlnu i x ad watched him com­ plete \v •.a. ct sight--a most unlucky I r^cfooing; tried the piano, but found it out a sad reminder of our courting days; poked my fingers in all the pock­ ets of the coats Algy had left at home, but found nothing save a few old envel­ opes; gazed at all my new gowns, and felt no inclination to put them on; and last, but by no means least, feasted my eyes on my sole dot--a superb set of diamonds that had been in my family for ever so many years, and that my father, even in his darkest days, would in no wise part with. There was a neck­ lace and cross, a brooch, and a pair of earrings with exquisite pendents that one could detach at pleasure; a bracelet and,ring, that put Algy's solitaire, spark­ ling on my small third finger, to the most unquestionable blush; but I loved the solitaire with most unreasonable pits sion, and, in contrast, looked coldly on the nine-stoned gem lying among its fellows in the big morocco case; nothing would induce me to wear it. One week, two, three ; Algy was not at home, and was not coming. I was to join him at L i Manche. He could not be spared to come and fetch me, so I was to go to him, and alone, without even the meager " protection " of a maid, and with raught save the sense of being Mrs. Algernon Sidney Westmoreland as a shield and buckler for my timidity, my nineteen years and babyish face, and a journey of five days' duration. Still, I did not dread it. The idea of travel in itself alone was enchanting to my un- traveled soul; the idea that I was to see Algy in something short of a week, and feel his big broVn muf-tache on my mouth, redoubled the enchantment in a .most singular manner ; and, moreover, in the fact of performing this voyage unattended there was to me a sweet flavor of unaccustomedness, so to speak, that quite bewitched me, as I rehearsed the deportment I should display to ad­ miring tourists over the packing of.mv brand-new truni. I crossed the Channel, sufficient to Bay, not less a sufferer from mal-de-mer than any woman on board the pitching, lurching vessel; and, after three hours at the Hotel Nationale for refreshment and rest, I took my seat in the rail way- cars bound for P , where I was, ac­ cording to Algy's • express injunctions, " to stay at the Hotel du lion-Dieu over night,"--armed with a small traveling- bag, containing sundry necessaries, in the one hand, and my shawl-straps in the other, girded around my thick blanket plaid, which, in its turn, was folded se­ curely arfiund my dot--the precious diamonds, which I was too much afraid of losing to trust in my trunks, knowing full well that the company would not be responsible for even a tithe of their value. I settled myself and my possessions quite comfortably, when, just as the cars were about to start, some one tapped me on the shoulder, and a pleasant voice, with just the faintest flavor of foreign accent, spoke : Are you expecting a companion ? Is 1 KMf 19" pointing to the one this seat engaged ? beside me. " No--oh, no t „m,, I answered. With your permission, then ?" "Certainly, madame." I looked up then at the person whose two small canvas bags and one wicker basket were deposited on top of my own portable luggage in the side rack--a tal) old--well, perhaps I should use the1 wilder form--elderly lady, with bunches of soft gray curls on either side of her face, a coffee-colored complexion, two bright gray eyes, a small mouth--and a nose! The foregoing exclamation point is not intended to imply that I was in the habit of associating with persons whose faces lacked that important fea­ ture, the nose ; but simply to indicate the extreme astonishment I felt on be­ holding this particular ncse. To say that it was long gives but a faint idea of the actual state of the case, but it was of a great length, and very thin, and very pink, and a vast deal more than very unpleasant; it seemed, as it were, to be peering and investigate ing everything, to be inquiring and fer­ reting out all visible and invisible* ob­ jects, and to have quite an independent character and time of its own. It ex­ tended well over the old lady's long up­ per lip ; and, in brief, it was not only a nose that my companion was mistress of, bat a nose and a Half. " I hope I do not incommode you ?" The pleasant, courteous voice recalls me to my senses. " Not in the least, I assure you," i reply, casting one more furtive glance at the nose. " 'Tis a little chilly--is it not? I think I need more wrappings." With which the elderly lady arose and took down one of her small canvas bags, drawing therefrom a blue cloak, with which she enveloped herself, and, map­ ping the catch, reinstated the bag in it»- •place. " Can I not hand you your plaid f" the elderly lady asked me, courteously, before seating herself. I glanced up as I answered her, snd read the small card that was neatly on the bottom of her satchel, "Mme. la Comtesse de Girondelle, Paris." "No, thanks. Ah, I beg pardon, it is chilly. I am sorry to trouble you, but C will take it, please." And she hands it to me, resuming her seat with a nice, cheerful smile. I un­ buckle the straps, unroll my plaid, and leave my precious morocco case quite bare with its brass mounting and pad- ock, and the new plate papa nad put on it for my wedding-day. " .Let me assist you," Mme. la Com tease says politely, helping me on with my big shawl. •4 Fellow-travelers should be on excellent terms, especially when they chance to be two ladies voyaging alone. You have been on the Continent before, I presume ? The English ladies are such ladies for sight-seeing." /-' "No," I replied, bashfully, and--why I know not--feeling mortified to think that I had not been abroad before. "No! Is it possible? You are so self-possessed that I imagined you famil­ iar with all these scenes." Worthy Comtesse! Her eyes were beginning to fail her, I feared. " I--ah, alas ! I have been many times over Europe, and alone also, since the death of my husband." Here it occurred to me to wonder, with another furtive glance, how any man could have married such a nose. "You are going to Baden to join your mother and father--to F--- ? I will so gladly chaperone you *so far as in my poor power. I know what it is to be so young, though never so pretty"--with a sigh--"and voyaging alone." "You are very kind," I reply, with a feeling of , great satisfaction as I take in the idea of once more being dependent upon some one--which is to tell the truth, my normal state--and that some one a worthy elderly lady, although with more than the usual share of nose. " But I am not going to F- , only to Baden " " So ?" interrupts the Comtesse, with a smile of genuine delight. "I go to Baden myself. The waters have been prescribed for me by my physician." "Yes?" I say, interestedly. "I am sorry that I do not stay there. I go right on by coach to P , and thence to La Manche, where"--I blush pain­ fully at this point--" my husband awaits me." " Your husband!"--The Comtesse ut­ ters a little scream of astonishment. " My child--une enfant! veritablement! Ah, what is this age arriving at ?" I laugh a small, liappy, foolish laugh, and proceed to give the Comtesse a brief resume of the principal events in my history--chiefly consisting, I can assure you, in my courtship, marriage, wed­ ding (including my dot, which reposes in the rack), Algy's imperative tour, and my now going on to be with him.once more after nearly four weeks of cruel separation ; to all of which the Comtesse listened attentively and courteously, witb interest, and little, sympathetic, womanly smiles and nods. Before I have finished, I think her the most de­ lightful, motherly, charming lady that I have ever encountered--were it not for her nose; i>ut I endeavored "to avoid looking at that, and strive to rivet my attention solely on her bright eyes and pleasant smile. Mme. la Comtesse in return confides to me her card--a facsimile of that so neatly tacked to her satchel--and tells me that la Comte is long since deceased leaving her the mistress of a small inde­ pendence ; that' she resides in London, *' so she loves the dear English and just now is en route for Baden to drink the famous waters. We get on famously, the Comtesse and I, and I think joyously of how glad Algy would be to know of my being un­ der the wing of so charming and educa­ ted a person. In fact, at the end of our fourth day together, I feel as if I had known the Comtesse all my life, and I feel sure also that she likes me. The nose oppresses me frequently, but I contract a habit of talking and listening to her without looking, and this somewhat ameliorates the situation. On Friday evening at 4 o'clock we ar­ rive at Baden, and, as the Southern train does not start for two hours yet, I accept my new friend's offer of spending the time with her at her hotel quite gratefully. I am installed in the little parlor of the Comtesse's pretty apartment--en troisieme, it is true, but affording a de­ lightful view of everything and every­ body that shall pass. I am seated alone, for my friend has gone down to see to the arrangement of her bag­ gage. She returns, her face full of alarm, and a coarse, reddish envelope in her hand. " Be not alarmed, my child; 'tis a telegram for you, I think. 4 Mme. A. S. Westmoreland,'" reads the elderly lady from the wretched thing in her hand. " Monsieur Von Linden ju^t gave it to me now as I passed by the office." I take it, and with trembling fingers tear open the envelope and unfold the bit of paper. A smile breaks over my face and the blood resumes its place in cheeks--nothing more terrible t.Vm.n ' Wait over a day at Baden. I will join you on Saturday evening. Alar. I read it aloud to the Colntesse, who snares my ]oy in charming fashion, and instantly offers to ring the bell, summon hostess, and secure me a room at once for MY stay, T accede gracefully, and ere long am comfortably--nay, lux­ uriantly--ensconced. in a bright, ele­ gantly-furnished room adjoining the suite of the Comtesse--in fact, communi­ cating with it by a door, which I beg may stand open, as I am considerably more than timid. After a sumptuous supper, served in my new friend's apartment, with great neatness, by a pretty, blue-eyed Ger­ man girl, I make my excuses and retire. I am, in truth, worn out with sleepless Bights in railway-coaches, and am \ery thankful when I tind myself once more m a veritable bed. I dream--a queer, ooufused mass of nonsense---and, amid the vagaries of my night in the hotel of Monsieur von Linden, I dream that I am suffocating, smothering with some strauge-smelling stuff held tightly over my mouth ; then that it is removed, and that I can see distinctly, although I can move no more than if I were a stone. I Bee that the communicating little door between my room ^iiu ihe Comtesse's httle parlor stands open, letting in a flood of bright, warm candle-light; I see a woman in a rose-colored wrapper gliding stealthly about nay apartment. She is young, and a pretty woman with short, very blonde hair curling all over her head, and she keeps walking care­ fully about my room, peering into this corner and that, under my clothes, un­ der the lounge-cushioiij ana into the chest of drawers ; and finally she creeps up t© the bed. I feel her hands crawl­ ing ovei' the blankets, and at last search­ ing under the piled-up pillows beside me--for what? My dot, my precious diamonds, which I placed there for safety. I try to scream, but cannot; I am as silent as the dead, and I watch her, helplessly, recross the room, glide through the door, close it, and then no more. When I awake in the morning, the bright Baden sunshine is streaming in my windows, and I feel strangely un­ tested; my eyes ache, and my temples throb. I rise and close the creaking shutters. As I do so I hear a low wail from the apartment of the Comtesse, and like a flash of lightning my dream oc­ curs to me. I make one plunge to the bed ^ again, pull aside the pillows--my dot is gone ? A knock comes at the com­ municating door, accompanied by an­ other wail. "Come in I" I cry, as I sit staring distractedly about me. "Ah, Mme. Westmoreland! What have I here? Ah ! ah 1 my few jewels gone! The thieves, the burglars! Ah! I will have satisfaction from Mons. von Linden! Ah! what will become of me ?" The Comtesse had then been robbed also, poor lady ! Slie was well nigh bo- side herself as she recounted to me almost my own experience; the sensa­ tion of suffocation, and of hearing some one walking stealthily about her room. As my new friend said nothing about haying seen the robber, I held my peace, being rather ashamed of telling what I now know must have been a dream, mixed up, oddly enough, with truth. When I told her my misfortune, she condoled with me in the most tender and heartfelt manner, and between her tears over her own petit bijoux, tried, in her pretty French fashion, to suggest ways to me of recovering my splendid gems. _ But, while the Comtesse made her toilet with all possible haste, and flew down to worthy Monsieur von Lin­ den, I sat like a small statue staring at the tumbled pillows, and then began to cry like a baby, which performance I kept up a full hour at least, and at last determined to do nothing. In reality there was nothing for me to do, for my husband was traveling toward me just as fust as steam could bring him, and, as I assured the Comtesse, I felt that, "when Algy came, all would be dis­ covered." So I whiled away the long day gazing at the passers-by out of the Comtesse's windows, and listening to her alternate moans over her own gems, and descrip­ tions of the gaveties of Baden in the gone gaming days, when she was young. She was a true daughter of La Belle France, volatility itself, and indeed I envied her quick spirits that mournful day in Baden. At 6 o'clock Algy would be with me, and it was 6* o'clock now. A knock at the door. Another of those detestable, terrifying pinkish envelopes the Comtesse hands me, and I read it while she, with adjusted glasses, peruses her own documents. "This is too much," I say, fairly bursting into tears, as my eyes fell on the scrawled message: " Impossible to come on; start at once. "Ah, mon enfant! what is it! Let me assist you. Ah, mon ange! dry those tears, for your husband must not see your beautiful eyes spoiled when he comes." " He's not coming!" I exclaim, with a fresh sob. 44 Head that, Madame." " Ah, 'tis too much ? Well, he says to go to him, my darling, and so you see him just now, immediately. iTss--though I grieve to part with you, still--the train leaves in an hour, and 'tis best il faut obeir un maris, n'est-ce-pas ?" With the assistance of the Comtesse, I hastilly pack my things in my bag, and strap up the, alas ! empty shawl, array myself in my traveling hat and veil, and, cheered by her kind, motherly words, I start in the little hackney-carriage for the depot. I arrive there, buy my ticket of the surly Austrian official, with quiv­ ering fingers, and am just about to step into the coach, when I met my husband face to face ! I fall into his open arms without regard to the 300 waiting travel­ ers, and he, with equal indifference, exclaims: "My God ! mylittle Dorothea, what is the matter ? Where have you been ? Where are 3rou going ?" He puts me into the hack, and bids the man drive back to the hotel of Monsieur von Linden. During that twenty-minute drive through the streets 01 Baden, I managed •"ita ^rief, direct little woman--to tell Algy my every word and movement, from the moment I left Dover until the moment I fell into his big, protecting arms. He utters at the conclusion a pro­ longed and manly whistle, and then, in a most ferocious voice, asks, in one breath, " If any man has spoken to or looked at me on the journey ?" and to "show him the two telegrams." I answered "No," emphatically, te the question, and produced the two bits of coarse paper for my husband's inspec­ tion. " These are not genuine telegrams. I sent you no telegrams," says Algy, in a very curious voice. "I waited and waited last night and to-day till I almost went mad ; and then I came after you." We reached the hotel. My husband is a gentleman of few words, but be has given me some very minute instructions. I go up-stairs and knock, much after the manner of a maid, on the door of Mme. la Comtesse de Girondelle. No answer. Again I knock, this time even louder, with a like result. A waiter comes by, and informs me that the Comtesse has gone out to spend the evening with a sick friend in the Heidelberg strasse. I return to Algy, who bids me array my­ self becomingly; that he is going to take me to the Kursaal to see a little gayety and hear a good deal of good music. Mr. Westmoreland has a dark, not a sinister, expression on his comely face as he issues his mandates, and at the same time puts himielf into the dress suit I have brought in my trunks from London for him. We are soon driven to the Kursaal, soon hear the band playing one of the loveliest things under the sun -- the " Dichter unt Bauer " overture. I march around on Algy's arm, too happy to speak, with only the vision of my lost dot to trouble me, about which Mr. Westmoreland is singularly reticent and singularly hopeful; and occasionally the face--especially the no3e--of the Com­ tesse comes across me, and I innocently wonder what she will say to-morrow at breakfast when she sees Algy and me back again ? We are meandering around, when I suddenly give a little scream. "What is it? * Algy says, frowning. "There she is! don't you see? with all my diamonds on !" That's the wo­ man, Algy--that's the woman!" Algy looks; so do I. She is leaning her arm on one of the tables, and sipping wine from a goblet--the same woman that I watched in my^dream, only I see her clearly now. Tall, with a fair complex­ ion, a small mouth, a perfect little straight nose, two bright gray eyes, en­ hanced by the artful black pencil, and lovely blonde hair, dressed with superb artificial braids; she is attired in a rose- colored satin gown, covered with black late flounces, and she wears all my dot sparkling and shimmering in her ears, on her neck and bosom, and arm and finger. Algy tells me to keep very still, and presently puts me in the cab and leaves me, with strict injunctions to the driver to take me back to the hotel of Monsieur von Linden. As may be imagined, I sleep but little that night, my husband comes home late, very; says there is a certainty, almost, of recovering my jew­ els*; calls me "a nervous, foolish little wife !" and bids me "go to sleep." Again the Baden sunlight shi&es in the windows, and again I hear the Com­ tesse moving about her apartment,' with­ out wailing, however, this morning. At 10 o'clock, just as Mme. la Comtesse's breakfast was being set before h£r on the pretty, polished table, a burly gen­ tleman, accompanied by two police offi­ cers, came clattering up to the door-- nay, into her parlor itself--and Algy and I at the same moment also appeared to pay our respects to my kind friend. She greeted us with charming polite­ ness, but uttered a little scream on be­ holding the burly gentleman who enter­ ed simultaneously with ourselves. "Nein, nein!" said the burly gentle­ man pleasantly; " no screaming, Com­ tesse. Permit me!" I looked on with indignation wnile the burly gentleman literally proceeded to scalp the Comtesse de Girondelle; with fingers defter than an Indian's he removed the entire chevelure of gray, soft curls, leaving ex­ posed a beautiful head of blonde, wav­ ing hair. " Nein, nein, no screaming !" repeatea the burly gentleman, suavely; and then--I blush to record it--he seized the long, pointed, investigating nose of the Comtesse delicately, between his thumb and forefinger, and--lifted it gracefully into the air. The Comtesse did not follow; she remained seated on her chair, displaying another nose!--a small, straight, pretty, white nose! I was terrified. 44 Yah, yah" exclaimed the burly gen­ tleman. Thereupon he took up a wet napkin and proceeded to rub the face of the Comtesse with vigor. In <a few moments the coffee-colored complexion had disappeared, and the titled lady re­ joiced in £ skin matching the hue of her new nose. "Veraredis ladee's diamonds?" in­ quired the official, courteously. The Comtesse at once fainted, revived, screamed, called on all the saipts and demons in the calendar to protect her and annihilate the burly gentleman respectively; finally she glanced in the direction of the wardrobe. Thence the official drew my morocco case--my dot. Algy took me away wholly in hysterics. Algy swore that no earthly power should lu/e him into leaving me alone for five minutes again, so long as we both lived. And I--I cannot help it--I look with distrust--nay, aversion of the most positive hind--upon any one who has a nese that is pink and pointed, and even one nail's breadth longer than it ought to be.--English Magazine. (Guileless Savages. The £eneca nation of Indians, who occupy a reservation in Warren county, Penn., about forty miles in length, held a special election for local officers last Week. This was rendered necessary by the " crookedness" displayed at the'reg­ ular election for the same purpose held last May, when two tickets were placed in the field, both of which claimed to be successful. The matter was investigated by the proper authorities of the United States, who found the tentim^n"' so con­ tradictory and much of the voting so ir­ regular that it was impossible to arrive at aiiy decision in regard to the correct result. Under these ciroumstances a new election was ordered, which passed off harmoniously. The Slave Trade in Africa. The slave trade still prospers in Africa. Lieut. Cameron says that the whole of Africa is now one vast slave field. The slave trade is increasing, aid whole dis­ tricts are desolated by it. He thinks that by opening up the country to com­ mercial enterprise, and placing steamers on the Congo river, much can be done toward destroying the inhuman traffic; and Mr. Young, who recently explored Lake Nyassa, says there are at least 20,000 slaves a year carried off from the shores of the lake. The population on the south and west were employed by the Arabs to make war with the tribes inland to the west, and those that were captured were taken as slaves. THE MOUHTAIff MEADOW JUS- SURE. •« The Horrors of That Twenty-Tear-Old Tragedy Coming to Light--Trial ot Lee,. the Mormon Ringleader--A Horribl* Account of the Aete of Thli Bloodthirsty Monster. The trial of Lee, the monster who planned and executed the terrible butch­ ery of emigrants at Mountain Meadow, in 1857, has revealed to the world the long-hidden horrors of that awful trag­ edy, and some of the circumstances tlmt led to its perpetration. The Associated Press agent at Beaver, Utah, where the trial took place, has tele­ graphed east an abstract of the testimony taken, which is full of thrilling interest. The first witness in the case was D. H. Well*, who testified that Lee, in 1857, occupied the position of a farmer to the Indians in Southern Utah, and perhaps some place in the militia. Laban Merrill tes­ tified as to the council held at Cedar City, which had under advisement the destruction of the train. It was under­ stood that before it should be done Brigham Young should be con­ sulted. A messenger was sent to Salt Lake for that purpose, and another to Pinto creek to draw off the Indians and allow the train to pass on, till word came from Brigham Young to the contrary. Forty-eight hours before the messenger returned from Salt Lake, he heard that the massacre had taken place. Haight, Higbee andKling- en Smith were in the council, and Lee was not there. James Haslam testified that he was the messenger sent to Brigham Young by Haight, to whom he explained the object of his message. Lee could hold the emigrants corralled, waiting his re­ turn. He rode night and day, stayed two hours in Salt Lake, and returned. Brigham's message was: "Go; don't spare horse-flesh. Those men must be spared. Let them go in peace." Got back to Cedar on the Sunday following, and learned that the deed was done. Samuel Knight's testimony went to show that he was driving one of the wagons which contained arms for the train ; he heard the first gun fired after the emigrants had been decoyed out. Saw Lee blow a woman's brains out, beat a man to death with a gun, and murder several others, and at the same time saw the Indians make a rush on the women and children, whom they slew. Daniel McMurdy testified that he drove the other wagon. After the emi­ grants had been decoyed out by a flag of truce, and the whole column com­ menced moving up the Meadows, he heard the command to "halt," and looking around saw Lee put his gun to a woman's head and fire. She fell. He heard him beating a man's brains out with a gun. Lee then came to the witness' wagon and shot all the wound­ ed men with his pistol, and dragged the bodies to the ground. Only the chil­ dren in the wagons were saved. The witness refused to tell whether he took a part in the killing, but on the former trial it came out that he was the man who, while in the act of firing on one of the wounded emigrants, said : " O Lord, receive their spirits, for it is for their sake we do these things." Neshi Johnson, who went to the Meadows as an Indian interpreter, testi­ fied that he saw Lee shoot the woman referred to, and cut a man's throat as he dragged him from a wagon. This witness was extremely careful to tell nothing implicating any one except Lee, the witness being most constant in the forgetfulness of names and incidents not relating wholly to the defendant. His cross-examination, which was scorch­ ing, showed that he could tell sufficient to hang every man who took a part in the massacre. Jacob Hamblin testified as to a conversation between him­ self and Lee, a few days after the butchery, in which the defendant justified himself by claiming thai it was necessary as a military measure. Ham­ blin stated that Lee further told him that* an Indian chief who lived at Cedar brought two girls who had been hiding in the brush to him (Lee), and asked what he should do with them ; that they were too pretty to kill. Lee replied that he must shoot them, that they were too big. The Indian then shot one, and Lee threw the other down and cut her throat; that when Hamblin returned to his ranclie he went over the ground and found the bodies of two girls about the age described, from 13 to 15, lying near together with their throats cut as de­ scribed ; that one of the children who was about 8 years old Was at his house, who claimed the two bodies as her sis­ ters, and that their name was Dunlap. Hamblin, on being asked by the de­ fense if he had ever told this to any one, replied that he had, and more, too; that soon after the occurrence, which he remembered better than, he did now, had told it to President Yorkig and George A. Smith; that President Young told him that when the right time came amd we could get a court of justice, to go and tell it. Being further pressed, witness said lie had not seen the effects of any court of justice from that time to this, but. thought now was just the right time to tell it. London Statistics* The Metropolitan District of London, which contains an area of 688 miles, was guarded during the year 1875 by 10,227 policemen. Of these, however, 1,236 were employed at dockyards, public de­ partments, railway stations, etc., on spe­ cial duty; the remaining 8,991 did the usual polioe work- London still con­ tinues to grow. During 1875 there were 10,023 new houses built; 169 new streets and four new squares were opened, cov­ ering a length of nearly thirty iniles, and 3,775 new houses were in course of erection. No less than eighty-seven persons were killed in the streets, and 2,704 were maimed or injured. There was a great increase in the number of arrests for drunkenness, but the increase in the number of other offenses and crimes was but small.. Defaulter Arrested. flam Lap pin, the State Treasurer of Kansas, who escaped jail in July, while awaiting trial for embezzlement, has been heard from. Assisted by Walter Stanley, one of Walker's old filibusters, he sawed the bars off his cell window ; they then drove through Dakota and Nebraska to Duluth, took steamer there for Sarnia, proceeded by rail to Portland and New York,J|and sailed from there for Aspinwall 011 the 16th of August. THE WIMD-HAK*. •T FXKDXBICK X. WBATKKBLT. ' I tat my wind-harp in the wind, "' • And a wind came out of the torn, Soft, eoft, it blew with gentle coo, ^ lake words from a maiden's mmntfcT Then like the stir of angels' wing# It gently touched the trembling ntlingi; And oh, iny harp gave back to me * wondrous heavenly melody. I Ijt my wlni-lurp In the wind, ' J' _ And a storm from the nrtrth MP From the icy north it hurried forth, And <lark grew sea and cloud. it wtustled down the mountain's heUrht, «amote the quivering chords with might, Bat still my harp gave back to me Its tender, heavenly melody. Ah me, that such a heart were mliMw ' Responsive tuned and true, when all was glad, when all was shine. when storms of sorrow blew That RO,'mid all the fret and STRIIJL4 nR undertones of life, My liti mi*in rise to Ood, and ba One long harmonious symphony f --Temple Bar. ' * Pith ana Point. A BORN chiropodist--The boy wKo is always at the foot of his cfasa. • A GOOD place to send refractory chil­ dren--Whip-pany, N.J. CAMPAIGN FRUITS--Candi-dafc^s, <MR? rent rumors, and banner raisin's. A OOUFLX who had made arrangements to elope quietly to California, said they were going to try the Pacific slope. " Is THE moon made of green cheese, youngster?" "No, sir, certainly not" " How do you prove that ?" ««Oh, easy --the moon was made before the cowa. WITH what faculty ought a common street_thief to be eminently endowed? (It being too hot for guessing, we give the answer at once): Purse-pick-acity. A BOY of 12, dining at his uncle's,! made such a good dinner that his aunt ,, observed, " Johnny, you appear to eat well." "Yes, aunty," replied the urchin: "I've been practising eating all my life. A MESSENGER in the Treasury Depart­ ment sent a dollar to a Chicago firm who advertised a method of writing without pen and ink. in a few days the answer oame : " Write with a pencil." A NORWICH man calls himself, on card, a " temperance boot maker." The need of temperance boots is apparent, for though they're not generally drunk, it's a notorious fact that they're often very tight. SOME one wrote to the San Francisco News Letter for the editor to decide a bet as to Shakspeare's first name. He replied : " By reference to our encyclo­ pedia we find his name was George, or, as he always signed himself, Q. Dobson Shakspeare." < A MONTREAL paper advertises for a " live boy who can write legibly and rapidly." It was a happy thought to in­ sert the word " live " in the advertise­ ment. A dead boy might have applied, and we never heard of a dead boy writing very rapidly and legibly. A SOLDIER on trial for habitual drunk­ enness was addrdssed by the President of the court-martial: "Prisoner, you have heard the prosecution for habitual drunkenness ; what have you to say in your defense:" " Nothing, please your honor, but habitual thirst!" THE season is about four weeks earlier than usual in one thing. A down-east editor has already commenced to throw out hints that a Thanksgiving turkey from one of his subscribers would not be refused. There seems to be no " de­ cline" in journalism after all. SHE waltzed like a Juno at the hop; I vowed the question I would pop; and as her partner tendered her a seat, my throbbing heart with anxious pang did beat. I tripped beside my lovely charm. I bowed and gently touched her arm. "Engaged for next?" I said, " My dar­ ling Kate?" "Go 'way," she said, "You hit my vaccinate." THE PRESENT MONTH. My household gods are all abroad, Their names I pcarce remember, And naught is on my hearthstone now 'Cept ember; And even thus next month shall come, With humor grim and Bober, And then what'u standing now will be Hnockt ober. " CONSIDERING that the mesquitos are making their fall raids and are par­ ticularly lively just now, my dear," said Jones to his wife, " don't yon think it would be a good idea to bring the baby crib into our room ? We might divert the attention of the voracious in- seCts a little from ourselves. I hate to be broken of my rest, and baby can sleep all day, you know."' Mrs. Jones went in search of the fire-tongs at once. ABOUT half a century ago an old man was hanged jin County Antrim fer com­ plicity in murder. The rope broke and he fell violemtiy to the ground. His first words, when he recovered his breath, were, "Ah! Sheriff, Sheriff, gie us fair hangin'." His sons leaped forward to claim their father's life on the ground that the law had no right to exact a second hanging. But the old man cried out, " Na, boys, I'll ne gang hame to hae people pointin' me 001, and say­ ing, ' There's John C., the half-hangit ma*."' IOWA talks of having a harvest-home festival. .It's wheat to be remembered. Illinois will have a regular Indian carni­ val.--Graphic. He that hath ears to hear let him ear. It will be delightful to see the Hoosiers treading the giddy maize. Orators will grow husky as they buzz about harvest bees with floury elo­ quence, and the reaper-torial corps will ' pause in takin' oats for their cereals to commune with the spirit of rye. Peo­ ple will crowd the railroad roots and furrowners will come from all lands. Keep the ball a rollin' on.--Philadel­ phia Bulletin. If the cultivators of such items will harrow us with their atrocious puns they richly deserve to be thrashed. Speed the plow.--Detroit Post. Rescued from a Boa Constrictor. At a fair, in the neighborhood of Lyons, a few days since, loud cries were heard issuing from the booth of Mlla. Laurent, a serpent-charmer. On some people hastening to the spot, they found that the alarm arose from the brother of the proprietress, a young man of 28, having been seized by an enormous boa constrictor. The reptile had got his right hand in his jaw, and was envelop­ ing him in its folds in a way to crush him. The sister, seeing what was going on, seized a bucket of cold water and threw it over the engaged arm. As the liquid entered the snake's throat, it re- linquished its victim, who was then free from its folds, and the serpent was after­ ward easily returned to its box.