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Sumter, all we can do is to suppose the Major | judges sat in banco to hear appeals, etc., for the to be surveying the ruins from James Island counsel opening the cause to hand up to the Chief before going on board the steamer for New Justice the whole package of briefs for distribuYork. Our exhibition is particularly well suited tion among his associates. One morning Brothfor schools. Moral, instructive, and cheap-er L, having spent the whole night convivthat's what schools want. In making my ar- ially at cards, came into court with his bundle rangements ahead I call upon the schools and of briefs, and the cause being called which he contract with them. Five cents each in New was to argue, and forgetting that the venue was England. No getting any more there; ten or changed, laid his package on the desk before the fifteen cents any where else." Chief Justice, and, after a moment's pause, solemnly and emphatically said, "Cut !”

THE following "Song of Shoulder-Straps," composed by a high private during the late unpleasantness, shows how the fire of poetic genius will burst out when the great occasion demands it:

I volenteered a year ago
Perhaps a little better

To give sesesh a fatal blow
If not to clear upset her

Says nancy jane "my darling go
Your courage I do Admire"
For all the while she hoped that I
Would rise a little higher

I took the stump and sung my songs
And made my union speeches

And got a host of volunteers

And lots of good cream peaches

I had the promise of a strop
To lift me up some higher

But learned the man who promised it
Was nothin but a liar

He struted round and drank his beer
His whisky and his brandy
With shoulder-straps uppon his coat
A brainless fop and dandy
But when election day arived
To tell the truthfull story
A Novis got the Shoulder-straps
As well as all the Glory

I knew the world was full of rogues
Before I left my mamy

But never saw them half so thick

As they are in the army

We have had the Gold and Silver age
The dark and the enlightened
But with the age of shoulder-straps
Old nick himself is frightened
Like lords they live on uncle sam
But it beats my wifes relations
To see how nice they fool the boys
In stealing surplus rations
And then it would astonish hoyle
The gamester and the joker

To learn how well they all are drilled
In 7 up and Pokur

I am sory that so many girls
Are in for show and fancy

The falt that did at first belong
To my own darling nancy
But now she says that she dislikes
The strops uppon the sholeder
Since she has bin unto the skool
And grown a littel older

She sent a littel billetdaux
To me one blessed friday

Said she I love my darling so
He looks so neat and tidy

I think that he would neither be
The better or the boulder
With that Infernal brassy thing
They weare uppon the shoulder
So now good-by to shoulder-straps
They rapedly are rusting
And out of date the while

Are getting most disgusting

It is the mind that makes the man
Oh hear it every nation

For this will prove to each of you
Your only true salvation.

Air-Blue tail fly.

IT used to be the habit, before the fashion of printing briefs was introduced, and when all the

We will not undertake to say that it was in the Recorder's Court, the other day, when the crier (having just taken a quid), being called on to present the Book to a person to be sworn, quite innocently held out his tobacco-box to the witness, who thereupon took his solemn "davy." Must have been one of those "quid nuncs" that the newspapers tell of.

THE manner in which the old Egyptians lived and died has been recently made the subject of magazine discussion in England. Every man of any account, in the very olden time, hoped to become some sort or other of mummy-an Egyptian being always considered worth his salt-yet it depended upon his means in what style he would be packed for eternity. Herodotus gives three principal methods, but it is probable that these admitted of modifications according to price. One can hardly realize the satisfaction of going into an embalmer's establishment, and cruising about to choose after what pattern one would be a body," as Mr. Mantalini put it. But the quest must have had its fascinations. "Genteel, well-cured mummy-very sound-only 7 mina" ($100), would meet the eye on one side, and seem very elegible; but then the price! Well, then, look at this: "22 mine" ($300), "and a perfect gem at the money-warranted to last 10,000 years-equal to first-class in duration -difference in external materials only." Or, if that does not satisfy, then: "In this style, finest that can be made, with latest improvements, one talent" ($1250). This is the style that may be supposed to have been used by respectable mummifiers, the regular mums, extra dry. quacks, probably, were more on the "S.-T. 95,060-X." heading their advertisements with "Why give more ?" "To persons about to perish!" "When you die send your body to us." "A perfect cure; you last forty centuries, or your money returned," etc., etc.

But

PERHAPS there is no class of professional gentlemen more given to telling anecdotes "on themselves" than the clergy. Who, for example, but a minister could be so thoughtful of the public hilarity as to preserve for "the general joy of the whole company," as Macbeth saith, the following:

The long drought of this summer recalls some of the quaint, and, as we should think in these days, overfamiliar expressions of our fathers when praying for rain. In 1821 a genial company were traveling in a stage-coach from Albany to Niagara Falls. Rev. Jedediah Morse, Hon. Edward Everett, Colonel T. H. Perkins, and Chandler Starr, Esq., with Mrs. Starr, made up the party. The dry weather of that season called from Mr. Morse the following anecdote:

A Cape Cod clergyman one Sabbath had prayed
most earnestly for rain. He entreated the Lord
to "uncork the bottles of heaven, and send down
the refreshing showers." The drought had last-
ed through August and a part of September.
Tuesday morning the line storm began, and con-
tinued with great violence till Friday, flooding
the country, and sweeping off bridges in all di-
rections. Saturday night it set in to rain again,
and Sabbath morning it was still pouring down.
This time the prayer was as follows: "O Lord,
we recently took occasion to entreat Thee to un-
cork the bottles of heaven, and send down the
refreshing showers, but we did not mean that the
Corks should be thrown away!" Mr. Starr fol-
lowed with a story of "Parson Howe," of Milton,
Connecticut. On a similar occasion, if not dur-
ing the same drought, he petitioned for relief in
these words: "O Lord, we want rain very much.
The rye is suffering prodigiously. Of corn we
shall not have half a crop.
As for the potatoes,
it is all up with them; and there's that grass of
Deacon Comstock's, it is as red as a fox's tail."

THERE were very many people, in the late political campaign in this State, who placed themselves on the independent ground concisely described in the following paragraph:

During the canvass in Pennsylvania for county and borough officers, as well as for members of Congress, a certain Democrat was asked by a friend how he stood on the free-school question. Not being well posted, and fearing some "catch," he replied:

“Well, I stand a nuisance in this champaigne.” There were a good many neutrals of the same sort, on both sides, in our last "champaigne."

to her father, taking the child; that the plaintiff, thinking his paternal rights violated, applied to a lawyer to get redress; whereupon suit in replevin was instituted. The sheriff took the child without difficulty, when it occurred to him that the next step was to have an appraisement of the property. This appearing to be somewhat difficult, he persuaded all the parties to come with him to town, bringing the property with him, where the matter was amicably settled, "as per agreement on file."

We note the precedent for the guidance of the bar of New York.

In the way of poetical paraphrase could any thing be more beautiful than the following, on this sentence in Deuteronomy, xxxiv. 5: "So Moses the servant of the Lord died there in the land of Moab, according to the word of the Lord;" the literal rendering of the last words being, "by the mouth of the Lord."

It is thus rendered by an old English poet:
"Softly his fainting head he lay

Upon his Maker's breast;
His Maker kissed his soul away,
And laid his flesh to rest."

JUST at this particular season, when innocent festivity abounds, or ought to abound, in every household, the Drawer writes down for the general edification the following, which, many years ago, was written on the wall of an old way-side inn not ten thousand miles from Connecticut:

"Here's to Pands pen

Dasoci! al Hou ?-Rinhar
M, Les, Smirt: Ha! (N. D. F.)
Unle, Tfri; end, shi! Pre,
I, Gnbe, J, U, Stand, K. Indan
Devils!!! Peako, Fn (one)."

We estimate that an accurate description of Which may be "sugared off" as follows:

what really good pork is may be found in the following notice, the original of which is before us:

PORK-I hav Still to Spare a few pounds of Old pork, some Salted and some Smoked, Each as good as Ever greased any man's Cheek or Chin! JSENNETT, N. Y., November 20th, 1869.

AN Ohio correspondent who recently had occasion to look over the old records of one of the legal document, which shows what can be done counties of that State, came across the following under a writ of replevin : COURT OF COMMON PLEAS, JOHN WILKINS

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WM. BARNARD

County, 1837.

In Replevin, Damages $1000.

and REBECCA WILKINS. The Clerk of the above Court will issue a writ of to wit: one male child about fourteen months old, named James Hamilton Wilkins, son of said plaintiff, and indorse, "Suit brought for wrongfully detaining said child, or property, to the plaintiff's dam- | MJ, Att'y for Pl'ff.

age $1000,"

The above-named John Wilkins makes oath and says that he has good right to the possession of the child, goods, and chattels described above, and that they are wrongfully detained by said defendants; and that said child, goods, and chattels were not taken in execution in any judgment against the said plaintiff, nor by virany writ of replevin or any other mesne or final process whatever issued against him.

tue of

JOHN WILKINS.

Sworn to, etc., etc. The curiosity of our correspondent being excited, he ascertained that the plaintiff and his wife had had a "breeze;" she thereupon "sloped"

"Here stop and spend a social hour

In harmless mirth and fun;
Let friendship reign, be just and kind,
And evil speak of none."

As a matter of duty, and at the same time with a feeling of pleasure, we welcome to the Drawer a merchant of Boston, who, visiting this the standing of a person who had applied to him city, took occasion to make inquiry in regard to

for credit, and he was assured that the party was doing a good business, was a member of the Common Council, etc.

"But," said the persevering Bostonian, "is he honest ?"

"Honest!" exclaimed the interrogated. "Why, his honesty has been proved better than that of any man in New York, for he has been twice tried for stealing, and escaped both times!"

A CORRESPONDENT at Christiana, Pennsylvania, sends us the following of an aged negress, very pious, an inveterate smoker, who dropped in to pay a passing visit to a neighbor, who was equally well known as a temperance man and a hater of tobacco. On sitting down the old aunty pulled from her pocket a long pipe and commenced smoking, to the infinite disgust of her host. The man maintained his composure several minutes; but the fumes became too powerful for him, and, rising, he said:

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Aunt Chloe, do you think you are a Chris

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FROM Over sea we have two small jokes anent the river which flows into the harbor of Liverpool: A wag, crossing to Woodside Ferry, and observing the muddiness of the water, remarked that Shakspeare was quite correct in stating that "the quality of Mersey is not strained." A Liverpool pilot, adrift in the Irish Sea during a dense fog, is said to have fervently uttered two lines from Pope's well-known hymn :

"That Mersey I to others showed,
That Mersey show to me."

A CORRESPONDENT at Pumphrey's Landing, Washington Territory, sends us the following extract from a report of the proceedings of the Legislature of Oregon, in reference to the "new element" that is coming among us:

A BILL TO DISCOURAGE CASTE.

Be it enacted by the Legislative Assembly of the State

of Oregon:

SECTION 1. That it shall not be lawful for any male inhabitant of this State over the age of fifteen years to wear his hair in a queue plaited of greater length than six inches, or shave a portion of the scalp, without first obtaining a license therefor, to be issued by the clerks of the several counties and delivered to the sheriff of the same, signed with his name and seal of office. Such licenses shall be filed and delivered to every person applying therefor upon the payment of ten dollars ($10) gold coin, which license shall be good for thirty days from the date thereof, and be renewed by an indorsement on the back thereof made by the sheriff, and the payment of an additional ten dollars for each succeeding month such person may desire a license.

How is that for a flank movement on "John Chinaman?"

THE following is contributed by a clerical friend in Boston. He has never seen it in print. It was told to him nearly fifty years ago by a gentleman who spoke of it as having occurred within his own knowledge:

On returning home the old lady called the chairman into the hall, and while hunting up the exact change to pay him for his services, asked him how he liked the sermon.

"Sorra a bit did I like it, ma'am," replied Pat. "Why so?" asked the lady. "I thought it an excellent discourse."

"Faix, thin, ma'am, if it was, what else did he do but blaggaard me native town all through it? Didn't he till ivery body that the Fermoy people was foolish and sottish, and hadn't the laste taste of good in 'em? And sure, isn't Fermoy as dacent a little town as there is in Ireland, and has a bank in it?"

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THERE is some drollery always going on around the markets. The following is the first instance, in the annals of the Drawer, where a lobster has been successfully introduced: A man who was fond of good lobster, was looking wistfully at a basket of them, with his dog by his side, while another by-stander was sticking the end of his cane into one of the disengaged claws of a big fellow at the top.

"How he does hold on!" said the man with the cane.

"Yes," responded the man with the dog; "but it's because he dents the cane, and his claws won't stick on the wood. But he couldn't hold on to a critter in that way. When a lobster feels any thing givin' he stops pinchin'."

"Guess not," said the owner of the basket. "You put your dog's tail in that ere claw, and you'll see whether he'll hold on or not."

No sooner said than done. The man lifted up his dog, dropped his tail into the open claw, which closed instanter, and the dog ran off, howling, at the top of his speed.

"Hello!" exclaimed the owner; "whistle back your dog. Blast him! he's running off with the lobster!"

"Whistle back your lobster!" rejoined the other. "That dog ain't comin' back; that dog's in pain; I can't git him to come near me when he's in pain."

Poor dog! he had to go home!

Apropos of Sedan. When sedan chairs were in common use, about half a century ago, a pious old Methodist lady, residing in Dublin, engaged a sturdy chairman and his assistant to bear her to her favorite chapel. The evening being stormy, the chair was deposited in the vestibule, and the chairmen took seats just inside the door of the chapel to await the close of the services. IN "The Genial Showman," published by the The preacher took for his text, Jeremiah, iv. 22: Harpers, wherein Mr. E. P. Hingston very amus"For my people is foolish, they have not known ingly sketches the various odd characters he enme; they are sottish children, and they have countered during his "management" of Artenone understanding: they are wise to do evil, mus Ward, he mentions a "party" whom he but to do good they have no knowledge." Be- met in a stage between Marysville and Sacraing from the north of Ireland, there was a slight mento, who, from certain remarks which he touch of Doric in his speech, and he pronounced made, seemed to have a prejudice against lawthe first clause of the text thus: "For moi peo-yers. ple is foolish."

"Lawyers are mean cusses!" he exclaimed,

with bitterness. "I'd drown the whole bilin' of
them in the Yuba, if I had my way. Do you
know what happened to them in Georgia, whar I
come from? Well, some one introduced a bill
into the Legislature to tax all jackasses ten dol-
lars a year.
One of our legislators moved an
amendment. He wished lawyers and doctors to
be put in the same act. Our Legislature was in
high spirits that day, and wanted a little mischief.
So, when the amendment was put, they carried
it, and passed the bill. They've tried to rub it
out since, but they can't do it. We've got it on
our statute books. Just as sure as I'm driving
you down to the Yuba, the act stands good in old
Georgia-all jackasses, doctors, and lawyers have
to pay up ten dollars a year. It's hefty on the
lawyers, but it's so !"

It used to be thought dangerous for a subject "to witness the undress moments of a king;" and when dignitaries do relax it is desirable that their companions should be discreet. There is an English nobleman of jovial turn, Lord Fitzhardinge, who lately made a speech at an agricultural dinner, and in the course of it became quite racy.

printer named North, who would occasionally drink too much. One evening, after having struggled with too many drinks, a friend advised him to go over to the prayer-meeting in the Y. M. C. A. building, and ask some of the members to pray for him. The suggestion struck him favorably, and he proceeded to act upon it, but accidentally wandered into the gymnasium, instead of the prayer-meeting. Steadying himself, and looking around, he said, "They told me to come over here to a prayer-meeting, but I've got into a circus!"

As a "war anecdote" how is this? During the “troubles" a young Confederate miss was passing through one of the hospitals, when it was remarked that a prisoner, a lieutenant, had died that morning.

"Oh, where is he? Let me see him! Let me kiss him for his mother!" exclaimed the maiden.

The attendant led her into an adjoining ward, when, discovering Lieutenant H- of the Fifth Kansas, lying fast asleep on his hospital couch, and thinking to have a little fun, he pointed him out to the girl. She sprang forward, and bending over him, said:

"Oh, you dear lieutenant, let me kiss you for your mother!"

"The Bishop of Gloucester and Bristol," said his lordship, "is fond of billiards. [Laughter.] He was staying with me last autumn, and he was playing a game of billiards on Saturday night. What was her surprise when the awakened He had the best of the game. [Laughter.] I "corpse" ardently clasped her in his arms, rethink it was 47 to 45; and he was 47 when the turned the salute, and exclaimed: clock struck twelve. He said to me, 'Could you "Never mind the old lady, miss; go it on not put the billiard-room clock back five min-your own account. I haven't the slightest obutes?' [Loud laughter.] I said I would put it back ten minutes if he liked, and give him a glass of gin-and-water afterward." [Roars of laughter.]

jection."

QUITE useless to attempt to get the weathergauge of a Second-Advent brother. In Michigan, for instance, dwells a worthy minister of that persuasion, who is the fortunate possessor of eighty acres of land. While conversing recently concerning the nearness of the Final Day, and the necessity of forgetting the temporal in the infinite, a good Presbyterian brother sug

Bless us! what a putting in of the foot was there! It ought in justice to be added that, although the bishop is also a good horseman and great rower, he is at the same time known to be one of the most learned and hard-working prelates, and best biblical critics, in England, being in manliness a true type of the "muscular Chris-gested, since the end was so near, that Btian."

FROM a letter written in mid-ocean comes the following reminiscence of Lyman Beecher: In the early part of the present century, when Dr. Beecher wrote and preached his famed discourse on "Dueling," at the time the heart of the country was stirred with the death of Hamilton by the bullet of Burr, one of the learned divines of New York said to another:

"Who is this Lyman Beecher that can write and preach after this fashion? I never heard of him before."

"He has been down at East Hampton, on Long Island, for eight years, steeping in Edwards," was the reply.

AMONG the many resources for moral and physical culture, none is more deservedly popular than our Young Men's Christian Associations. In this city and in Washington there are attached to these institutions gymnasiums furnished with every appliance for developing physical power; and at hours when young men are usually at leisure they may be seen making use of the bars, ropes, ladders, dumb - bells, etc. Not long since there worked in Washington a

should give him forty acres of his land, for which not only should his earnest thanks be given, but the Lord would impute his generous deed unto him for righteousness. "Besides," added he, "what is the use of declining, when the change would only benefit me a little while?"

"No, Sir," replied the good man of the Second Adv.-"no, Sir! the Lord has said to me, occupy till I come,' and I intend to do it!" He's doing it yet.

No man has greater popularity in the lectureroom than Gough, and no one has more faithfully obeyed the famous maxim, "The three great rules ever to be observed in oratory are, 1st, Action! 2d, Action!! 3d, Action!!!" He is always acting and in action. Of himself he writes:

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"I have been criticised severely for the ungracefulness and violence of my gestures. do not wish to deprecate criticism. I know I am ungraceful and awkward. I once heard a boy say to his companion, as they came out from the lecture-room where I had been speaking,

"Jimmy, did you see him go it with his feet?' "I never studied the graces of action or gesture; probably I should be more graceful if I

had. We often acquire unfortunate habits that are hard to break. A German in Philadelphia told his employer that he was 'going to hear dat Mr. Gough, vat dey say dalks mit his goat dails.' "How I acquired the habit I do not know, but I condemn the motion as much as any one can, and would be grateful to any person who would strike me on my knuckles with a stick whenever I ' dalk mit my goat dails.' I think I could not make a speech with my hands tied. I have never tried it. But I will not make excuses for my gestures.

"I am often amused by the committee, after erecting a platform perhaps twenty feet by fifteen, asking me if I should have room enough, or whether the president would be in my way if he remained in the chair. I find people do not generally prefer to sit on the stand while I am speaking; perhaps desiring to see him go it with his feet,' or fearful of being kicked off; and it is dangerous to get too close to me when I am 'going it.'

"Dr. Beman once, when I was speaking in his church, stepped very softly behind me to arrange a refractory gas-burner, just as I threw back my fist, and he received a 'stinger' in his face. When I felt his hard teeth and soft lips against my knuckles, as my hand came in contact with them so violently, a chill ran through me; but when I apologized afterward, the good doctor said, with a smile,

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Thursday night some villains broke into the farmyard of Mr. Page, Hendon, near Gosport, and stole thereout 6 geese, and left a letter tied round the gander's neck, wherein was enclosed 6d., and the following lines:

"Pray, Mr. Page, don't be in a rage; If you are we should not wonder; We have bought 6 geese at a penny a piece, And left the money with the gander." That is the equitable way in which the surreptitious appropriation of poultry was adjusted in the eighteenth century.

A MISSIONARY of the American Sunday-School Union in South Carolina reports:

Not long since, in the county of Buncombe, the freedmen organized a Sunday-school, and elected for superintendent an old man who does not know a letter in the alphabet. According to his peculiar notions of government he carried a long rod into the school, and took his position in the centre to see that "all things be done decently and in order." A boy soon came under his notice by loud spelling, and thinking it about time to show his authority, he attracted the attention of the whole school by calling out, "Dat letter is not spelt right, Sah!"

This brought the youngster forward, book in hand, saying, "You is a good scholar; you show me how."

This was more than the old man bargained for, and would have silenced some superintendents; but he turned the tables on the chap by replying, "Oh, you go away from here! I knows nothin' about your spellin', 'cept I knows when it's done right.'

THEY make this sort of thing in Richmond, Indiana:

"Twas on a calm, midsummer morn,

The birds were singing in the trees,
The dew-drops glittered on the corn
That trembled in the passing breeze.
Then like an orb of liquid fire

The sun rose o'er the eastern hill;
His rays illumed Saint Andrew's spire,
Old Shafer's barn, and Larsh's mill.
The perfumed zephyrs fanned my hair,
While from the meadow far away,
Borne by the soft and balmy air,

Came odors of the new-mown hay.
Bright insects there in myriads rose,
Displaying brilliant rainbow dyes;
One fellow nipped me on the nose-
Severeal got into my eyes.

And basking in the morning light,
Gay flowers were blooming all around;
"Twas there I saw a funny sight,

And there I heard a novel sound.

I heard a jay-bird on a bough

Say with a sneering, jeering laugh:
The old ring-streaked, speckled cow
Has got a spotted calf."

"DOESTICKS" makes his first contribution to the Drawer as follows:

Coming down from a town that is situated " a small few of distance" up the Harlem Railroad the other day, I was at first annoyed, then amused, by the writhing antics of a green-looking chap who occupied the seat just in front of me. He observed closely every person that came in, scrutinized their dress, manners, style, and conversation, and seemed to solve all social problems to his satisfaction, until at last he began to take a strange and peculiar interest in those posts that are set up at the approach of every station. These are painted white, and bear, some of them the letter "W," others "R," that the engineer may "whistle" or "ring," as the case may be, for the warning of the station-master.

My verdant genius looked with ever-increasing curiosity at these mysterious posts. Town after town was passed, station after station slipped by; at every one he beheld the posts with the cabalistic inscriptions; he could make nothing of them. At last curiosity overcame his bashfulness, and he turned to me and asked for an explanation of the puzzling hieroglyphics. I informed him, with all my customary politeness, that the letters were directions to the driver of the engine: when he reached the "W" post he was to whistle, while, as he passed the "R," he was to ring.

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The anxious inquirer turned away with a muttered word of thanks, but presently he turned to me and said:

"Stranger, I s'pose you're right; but blamed if I can understand it. I know that 'W-r-i-n-g spells 'Ring,' but how you can spell 'Whistle' with an 'R' beats all my district schooling." Fact.

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