LET IT PASS1
' "Let the former grudges pass. "
SlIAKESPEABE.
, Bc not swift to take offence ;
Let it pass I
Anger Is a foe to sense :
Let it pass I
Brood not darkly o'er a vrong
Which will disappear ere long ;
Rather sing this cheery song
Let it pass 1
Let it pass 1
Strife corrodes the purest mind ;
Let it pass 1
As the unregarded wind ,
. , Let it passJ
Any vulgar souls that lire
Jfay condemn without reprieve ;
'Tls the noUe who forgive.
Let it pass !
Let it pass !
. Echo not an angry word ;
Let it pass 1
Think how often you have erred :
Let it pass 1
Since o\ir joys must pass away.
Like " the dewdrops on the spray ,
' "Wherefore should our sorrows stay !
Let it pass !
Let it pass 1
If for good you've taken ill ;
Let it pass !
Oh ! be kind and gentle still ;
Let it pass !
Time at last makes all things straight :
Let us not resent , ljut wait ,
And our triumph shall be great :
Letitpassl '
Let it pass 1
' Bid your anger to depart ,
Let it pass !
Lay these homely words to heart ,
"Letitpassl"
Follow not the giddy throng ;
Better to be wronged than wrong ;
Therefore sing the cheery sonp
Let it pass I
Let it pass I
THE FORESTER'S ' DAU&HTER.
BY ALGERNON.
Darkness was creeping over the for
est. A patch of blue sky showed pale
between the tali trunks of the pines.
In the west a bar of dead gold , low
down , marked the sunset. The out
skirts of the wood , where the daylight
lingered , seemed , with the wild flowers
undcr-foot and the great straight trees
rising on every side , like the entrance
to some mysterious fairy palace , where
a mortal should penetrate with bated
breath.
Ove'r the parched fields the evening
dews already lay thick and refreshing ,
but where the brown pine needles form
ed a soft carpet , odorous and spicy , the
earth still retained the warmth impart
ed by the sun , now sunk to its rest.
Birds and insects alike were asleep , and
not even the flutter of wings broke the
majestic silence of the woods.
A youth came out from the heavy
shadows , hastening his steps sis he
reached the stronger light of the clear
ing. He had a gun on his shoulder and
a game ponch slung to his side.
"Where are you coming from so
late ? " said abruptly a musical voice ,
thatseemed to rise out of the very
ground.
He stopped with a thrill and looked
down. -
t
Lying "prone upon the grass , with
her chin in the palm of her hand , was
a young girl , who glanced up half
laughing. The outlines of her slim
slight body , in a dark woolen gown ,
were scarcely distinguishable on the
dark ground. She continued to laugh
at his surprise , and repeated :
"Where were you coming from ? "
"I have been limiting. And you
who are you ? "
The girl rose to a sitting position ,
and , her hand still resting on the grass ,
said :
"Sylvia. "
"Sylvia ! Are you the dryad of the
forest ? Is your mother a nymph ?
And do your feet grow , in roots , from
the ground ? " And he laughed.
* [ The girl stood up. Her shoulder
touched his.
"Yes , I am Sylvia , the forester's
daughter. Audi live in there , " point
ing toward the shadowy depths 01 the
sleeping forest. "And you who are
you ? "
"My name is Royal , and my father
lives at the manor-house. " *
4 'Ah , you are , the son of the master ,
then ? "
The lord of the manor was still and
always the "master" in this secluded
corner of the earth.
"And what were you doing here ? "
said Royal , and he looked at the girl
fixedly by the last rays of the dying
day.She
She did not evade his glance. Her
shadowy eyes , bf a changing color , re
turned his gaze without dropping. She
smiled , showing her white teeth , and
pushed away the heavy dark hair from
her low forehead.
"I was waiting for you , " she said
simply ; "I knew that you often pass
this way at evening , and I wanted to
startle you. "
He laughed.
* "Men should not be so easily startled.
That is what my father says that a
man should have no fear nor shed no
tear. "
"But I have seen my father shed
tears , " said the girl gravely.
"When ? "
"When they carried away my dead
mother. "
There was no reply to this. Royal
also had lost his mother , but he had
not seen his father weep , for all that.
"You are older than J , " said Sylvia
after a minute ; "youmustknowagre'at
deal. Can you read ? "
. "I should hope so , " laughed Royal.
"I can't I know nothing at all , "
said Sylvia , sighing. "My father is
away all day. I am always alone. "
"Always alone ? That is hard for
you ! "
"Oh no ! there are so many wonder
ful things in our forest the flowers
"and the oirds. But you only care for
the birds that you my kill them. "
Royal touched his empty pouch sig
nificantly. .
"Not always. "
. Sylvia laughed.
Tin glad you missed them , " she
faid.
faid."Why did you wait for me ? " replied
. - ' :
Royal. - .
She , hesitating , seemed to be pursu
ing some thought that evaded her.
"I speak-to no one , ever , " she finally
said. "My father comes in late and
goes out early. Sometimes ho is out
on watch all night long. The poachers
come after your game , you know ; one
must protect it. Well , I wanted to
speak to someone. "
"And why to me more than to anoth
er ? " said he , moved a little.
"I don't know. You are nearly of
the same ago as I am ; you are hand
some , and you look kind. I thought
you would not laugh atme. "
She had begun to walk on. Royal
followed her and they took the road to
the manor.
The bar of dead gold had faded away ;
night was coming on ; the stars were
shining , like gleaming points , one by
one against the blue. At the edge of a
field tlie clearing stopped.
"Goool night , " said Sylvia.
Royal lingered. This encounter to
him was like a dream and had a dream
like charm. It was the poetry , dimly
apprehended in hours of silent study ,
that had taken sudden and tangible
shape. But the lights from the house
yonder showed through the gloom , and
he could tarry no longer.
"Good night , " he said , regretfully.
"You will come back ? " asked Sylvia ,
the softness of a woman's intonation in
her child's voice.
"Yes. "
She made a parting gesture with her
liand , stepped back and abruptly seem
ed to vanish , an impalpable form , in the
shadows. It was as though her recent
presence had. only been a vision of his
overwrought imagination.
"Sylvia ! " he called aloud.
"Yes. " said her voice' , and dimly
through the dusk he saw her white face
turned toward him.
"Good-night , " he said again , reas
sured.
"Good-night , " came the answer soft
ly from the depths of the transparent
darkness , and the last syllable seemed
to die away in tremulous vibrations into
the echoing distance.
Every night the twilight and the still
ness fell over the forest a little earlier ,
for the summer days were shortening
into autumn. And every night , a little
earlier than the last appointed hour.
Royal met Sylvia on the border of the
woods.
Great friends had they grown. The
pedantic superiority , on his side , of one
on the verge of early ma'nhood , the
half-savage elusiveness of the girl , only
served to keep life between them a tan
talizing dissension that drew them , by
the very force of opposites , irresistibly
one toward the other.
All day Royal was about the fields
and the woods , but when evening came
a pathway traced through the under
growth by his feet brought him always
to the same spot.
As he approached a curious emotion
would seize him , a mixture of joy and
of foreboding. If she sheuld not be
there !
But he always found her half con-
ealed by the tall grass , waiting for
him , silently turning her smiling face
toward the forest , and a sort of shame
wbuld take possession of him for the
weakness of his fear. And then he
"would sit down beside her , and he
would talk while she listened.
For this curious girl found few words
with which to clothe the'thoughts in
her soul. Her eyes alone could speak
for her. And the dark velvet-like soft
ness of her gaze that somehow made
him think of the dusky depth of the
forest itself , as though she had been an
incarnation of it lingering 'on. his one
night made him exclaim :
"Do you know that I lovo your
eyes ? "
It seemed to him that the sun was
setting later this particular evening. In
reality , he had coma earlier than ever
before.
She smiled , though still without
speaking.
"Your eyes , and all your whole per
son , " Royal went on , his eyes gliding
over the delicate oval of her face , her
round neck , her slim waist. "You
are beautiful. "
Sylvia continued to smile and to look
at him.
A sudden ardent desire rose , irresist
ible from Royal's heart to 'his mouth.
He bent toward the girl , but she , start
ed by the new look in his eyes , sprang
to her feet.
"You are not going yet ? " he said ,
stretched idly upon the dry warm
ground.
"Come. I have something to show
you. "
He took up his gun and followed her.
He would have followed her anywhere
and everywhere.
After a minute's walk the girl stop
ped at a rock which , abruptly , sank in
to a limpid stream.
"See how beautiful it is , " she said.
It was the first time Royal had ever
been there. The cool freshness of the
running water and the silvery verdure
of the overhanging willows seemed to
calm his sudden inexplicable emotion.
Sylvia had thrown herself down upon
the rock , and he went and sat beside
her.
her.A
A little stream of Vater sprang from
the stone and fell into a small basin
which Nature had hollowed for it be
tween the tree trunks. In the bottom
of this hollow were two or three open
springs which , bubbling up joyfully ,
went to feed a dancing brook.
The basin was not deep ; a man
would have stood in it no higher than
his knees. But the ivy and other cling
ing vines which covered the stones as
with a carpet transformed the spot in
to a remote and sylvan seclusion.
"Is it not beautiful ? " repeated Syl
via.
Snatching some of the ivy , in long
tendrils , from the rock > she wound it
into two wreaths , one of which she laid
upon her hair.
"Look at me , " she said , leaning
over the water.
Royal , leaning over likewise , saw
in the limpid mirror beneath them
the girl's smiling image.
"How pretty you are ! " he said ,
looking up that he might compare
the original with the reflection.
"No , no , " she cried , pouting. "It
is only in the water that you must
look at me. "
And Royal would lean afresh over
the crystal basin where her face
smiled back at Taim.
As soon as he raised his head the
smile-vanished , giving place to 'a lit
tle air of severity , so that he was fain
to turn again to the reflected vision
of her beauty. .
Fascinated by his fixed gaze , a sud
den new emotion springing up in her
own heart , the girl , as though yield
ing to the imploring eyes down there ,
lifted her hand slowly to her lips
and threw a kiss to his mirrored
image.
The face she had been looking at
abrubtly disappeared and Royal
seized her in his arms.
"I love you ! I love yon ! " he whis
pered ; and his hot lips pressed a kiss
upon her soft cheek.
Feebly , and trembling in every
limb , Sylvia disengaged herself. The
Iwo ivy wreaths fell into the spring.
"Ah , they are floating away ! " she
cried.
The circlets of intertwined ivy had
already drifted out of the hollow , and
now touching , now separating , were
floating off with the stream.
A sudden sense of sadness seized the
girl's heart when , at a turn ol the
brook , they were lost to sight.
"Already ! " she murmured.
Royal was not looking at the brook.
He had passed his arm around her.
waist.
"Come back into the wood , " he said ,
softly.
"No , no ; leave'me ! "
Instead of his replying , he pressed a
second kiss upon her cheek.
Violently she tore herself away , and
escaping from his arms , slid into the
water at their feet
"There is no harm done , " she cried.
She was laughing and trembling at
once , half from emotion , half from the
sudden shock of cold.
She stepped out of the water , and her
eyes fell on a willow not far off.
"There are our wreaths , " she said ,
as Royal stood beside her.
Her dress , dripping with water , clung
to her round young form. Careless of
the fact , she was stepping innocently
away , even raising it and throwing it
over her arm that it might not impede
the freedom of her movements.
But Royal seemed no longer to see
the charm and alluring grace of this
young creature. The brusque ending
which his love-dream had met had put
a vague disgust in his heart , and a sor
of haunting anxiety.
"Where arc you going ? " he said , as
she turne'd in a direction he had never
before seen her take.
"Home , to dry my clothes , " she re
plied.
"Let me go with you ? "
'No , no , " she said hastily. "My
father must not see you. Go , now ! "
"Do you want me to go ? " he said
sadly.
"Yes : "
They had both grown very grave.
"To-morrow , then , " he said looking
at her and daring to ask nothing.
He was waiting. She held out the
ivy wreaths.
"Take them. "
And , mechanically , he obeyed her.
"May I say good-night ? " he asked , a
flush rising to his cheek.
She turned her head toward him , and
the kiss he laid upon her cheek wa
that of a brother.
"Forgive me , " he murmured. "It
was my fault. "
The girl's eyes drooped , and they
stood silent , facing each other.
"You arc not angrv ? " he asked.
"No. "
MQuite surely ? "
Instead of replying she leaned to
ward him and gave him back a kiss as
sisterly and chaste as his had been
brotherly and pure.
"To-morrow , then. " he repeated.
"Good night , " came the answer ,
long drawn and musical.
Slowly Royal turned homeward. The
sun set just as he entered.
The next day he waited long for Syl
via , but in vain. The day after that 'he
sought her at the spring ; then again at
the old trysting place ; but she was not
to be found at either spot.
Then he turned into the path that
led to the forester's. He came to a little
house after a time. A man whose surly
aspect did not invite advances sat on
a bench before the door. It was Svlvia's
father.
"Which way to the manor ? " asked
Royal.
"In directly the opposite direction to
the one you're going , " said the man ;
then dropped his arm with a sigh.
Royal hesitated and their eyes met.
"What else do you want ? " the man
said brusquely.
"Nothing , " and Royal retraced his
steps.
The following day it rained. Toward
evening , however- yellow humid ray
pierced the clouds. Royal once more
sought the clearing on the border of the
woods and the pathway he had seen
but twice , but which haunted his mem
ory.As
As he was passing near the spring
two men came out of the wood carrying
a bier. Behind them walked the for
ester alone. Seized with a sudden ter
ror Royal looked at the man. Two
great tears were rolling down his
cheeks.
The gravedigger , his shovel on his
shoulder , came slowlv after the group.
"Who is that ? " said Royal hoarsely
ly to him.
"Sylvia , the forester's daughter. She
took her death of pneumonia running
about the woods. It was short work ,
carrying her off. A good girl she was ,
but always half a savage ! Those peo
ple , they speak to none , " he concluded
shrugging his shoulders and looking at
the silent man who followed his daugh
ter's bier.
Royal dared not follow , too. He sat
down upon the rock , but there so des
perate a despair seized him that he
started up again.
On going back to the village he pass
ed the cemetery.
It does not take long to' conduct the
lest ntes of the poor dead , especially of
those who have not been seen , when
alive , mixing with the living.
As Royal reached the enclosure the
last trace of gold was fading from the
sky , and the gravedigger was smooth
ing his last shovelful of earth. The
forester , also still in silence , turned
back slowly to his lonely home , and
Royal also pursued his way.
Not seeing him appear , his father ,
ordinarily so calm , became anxious and
sought him in his room.
"What is the matter ? " he asked , as
his eyes rested on his son's ffi.
'
"I'have suffered. " was the reply , and
Royal turned away.
"Tears ? Then , do not weep , ! ' said
the older man.
And yet on that day Royal had wept
the first tears of his manhood.
tittle Mrs. Dodo's.
Soon after the close of the civil war ,
and when the West was a great deal
wilder than it is now , several of us took
the stage one day from Austin to Eureka ,
Nevada. As a matter of fact , there
were five men and one woman , a dum
py little body with rosy face and blue
eyes , whose name was Mrs. Dodds.
She lived in Eureka , and was returning
home after a visit.
The stage route had1 been cloar of
road agents for a long time , but as a
matter of ceremony each man carried a
revolver in a holster belted around him ,
and there may have been two or three
bowie-knives in the crowd. We got
away from Austin in good shape , and
in an hour we were all pretty well ac
quainted. Nothing of particular inter
est happened during the day or earl } '
evening , but about 9 o'clock at night ,
while most of us were half asleep , the
stage came to a sudden halt , and a clear ,
sharp voice rang out :
"If you move a foot I'll send a bul
let through your head ! Inside the stage ,
there ! v No nonsense , now ! Hand
those pistols out butt foremost ! "
He threw the door open and covered
everybody with the muzzle of his re
volver. Stage passengers have been
called cowards for permitting them
selves to be "held up" by one man.
The time between the stoppage of the
stage and the opening of the door was
so brief that none of us could have pull
ed a pistol. After that , to have made
a motion would have been to invite a
shot. Any one of us would have been
a fool to resist.
"Step down here ! " commanded the
agent , and one by one "we stepped. "
As each man descended he pulled his
pistol and laid it on the ground , and
then took his place in the line.
"Ah ! a woman here ! " said the agent
as Mrs. Dodds started to come down.
"You may remain in the coach. I don't
rob women. "
She settled back , and he turned to us ,
a pistol in each hand , and briskly re
marked :
"Now , then , time is money. Each of
you gents shell out , and place the boo
dle on the ground. The man who at
tempts to swindle me will get a dose of
lead.-
lead.We
We began to shell. I stood nearest
the coach , at the head of the line , and I
placed watch and wallet on the ground.
As I straightened up I saw little Mrs.
Dotlds hitching about in the coach. In
a .few seconds the barrel of a revolver
rested against the side of the open door.
The agent had his left side to the coach ,
and was about twelve feet awav. if
the
tai
cro ]
V
but
_
her husband a pocket a purse o
and we slipped in another hundred to
buy the little woman the nicest silk
dress in the Silver State. Detroit - Free
Press.
Not Likely.
At the Detroit & Milwaukee Depot
the other day a woman about 45 years
of age had considerable trouble with a
crying child a year or so old. It evi
dently wanted paregoric , peppermint
or something of that sort , and she fin
ally turned to an old gent with a satchel
between his feet and said :
"I want to get to a drug store. Can't
you take care of the baby while I'm
gone ? "
"Good land , " he gasped as he leaped
up , "but I know what you're sifter !
You want to leave the yoiing'un on my
hands ! "
"You old idiot ! " she yelled at him.
"This here is my eleventh , and as I
never ran away from any of the rest
am I likely to leave this one ? "
"But , ma'am "
"Shut up ! Leave a child on your
hands ! Why , you oldwilted-up turnip ,
a cow would be afraid to trust you with
her calf ! "
He grabbed his satchel and skipped
out doors , shaking in every limb , and
the baby was left to bawl it out until
the mother returned. Detroit Free
Press.
Kiss 3Ie.
Then kiss me , sweet , just as you please ;
I will not pout , nor scold , nor tease ;
Kiss me , dear love , in thy sweet way ,
But kiss me oft , sweetheart , I pray I
Oh , sweet , I would be understood ,
Give me a little kiss , and good ;
Kiss me , and in thy own sweet way
Kiss me by night , kiss me by day ;
Kiss me at morn , at noon , at night
Kiss me or when you think it right ;
Kiss me in pleasure , or in pain ,
Oh , kiss me love once and again' !
Kiss me , whate'cr you mood may be ,
With thrilling , soulful ecstacv.
'
GoodaWs'Daily Suit.
Economizing.
M. D'Harpe has been treating him
self to a new hat. Proud of his con-
juest ho showed his purchase to every
body next day. "What did you give
for it ? " askt-d a friend. "It cost me
fifteen francs. " "But it is marked
sixteen francs on the lining. " "True , "
softlv replied M. D'Harp , "that is what
[ pafd niv better ; but ' I went without
my dinner yesterday. " Paris Journal
AmusanU
A STORY OF DANIEL DREW.
How Ho Got Even with , a Lot of His
Tormentors.
The blunder of a messenger boy in
the stock-exchange a day or two ago ,
by which an order intended for one
broker wasgiven to another and the
oparations of a prominent speculator
exposed , recalls to a New York Times
writer a story that Wall street men love
to tell of dead and gone Uncle Daniel
Drew. Mr. Drew was squeezed one
famous day by operators in Northwest
stock , and he laid down a big pile of
money in losses. Not unnaturally , Mr.
Drew felt grieved , while other people
were correspondingly high spirited and
happy. It was a great thing to catch the
wily deacon nappinsr , and a hundred
jokes went the rounds in celebration of
his upsetting. Some of these bits of
humor fell on Uncle Daniel's own ears ,
but he didn't seem to pay much heed to
comments that made all the rest of
Wall street laugh hilariously Some
young men old enough to know better
even went so far as to accost him per
sonally and laugh in his face. Behind
the smile that lighted his face it is bare
ly possible that the recording angel
heard a gritting of teeth , but the festive
brokers did not hear any such thing ,
and they went on their way rejoicing
for many days. One evening a big con
gregation of them were in an up-town
club when all unexpected in marched
Uncle Daniel Drew. He had called
only for a moment , he was hunting for
a man whom he did not find. It was
not an excessively "warm night , but
Uncle Daniel seemed to be much over
heated , and two or three times he drew
out his big white handkerchief and
bathed his face in it ; and finally out of
his pocket with the handkerchief came
a slip of white paper to float and circle
around until it settled at his feet on the
floor. Mr. Drew didn't notice that he
had lost anything ; the speculative gen
tlemen before him did' and the foot of
one enterprising broker was big enough
to cover the slip of paper as it lay there
on the floor. Mr. Drew went out. The
eager crowd gathered up the white
scrap , and this in the Wall street king's
own tinmistakuble handwriting was
what it said : "Buy me all the Oshkosh
stock you can , at any price you can get
it below par. " Oshkosh was already
pretty high. Everybody was agreeing
that it was too high , and that a tumble
was inevitable , but the handwriting of
the millionaire operator plainly ex
posed on that slip of paper was suf
ficient to convince that eager crowd in
that club-room that night that some new
scheme must be afloat to send it fur
ther sky ward. Right through the mill
stone they sawit all , and then and there
they made up a pool to buy twenty or
thirty thousand shares the next day' .
They did , and the man who sold it to
them was Daniel Drew. He blandly
told them all about it as they saw their
money all going to pot , Oshkosh dc-
11"ng ! a dozen points a day. Mr.
w's handkerchief exercise had been
fully planned.
An Account of Contucius.
jnfucius was the Latinized name of
tend of Chinese humorist whose
icVas really Keing-fti-tse. This
ic translated means Reverend Mas-
King. He was a great man , and
| iy of his sayings have been em-
ned in history and handed down to
present time. His style of humor
of the profound variety , but his
e of penmanship was like that of
] . Spinner , who did some paragraph
k at one time for the treasury de
ment. Confucius is said to have
i a kind of Chinese Moses , and pco-
who knew both of these gentlemen
that they had many strong personal
acteristics in common.
was born in Loo on June 19 , 551 ,
, and when he went back there
once to lecture , after he had become a
great man , lie had only § 7.50 in the
house. His old neighbors- that he
had been very much overestimated , and
that they knew him when he was a boy.
They also said that there were dozens
of other boys in Loo who were just as
good humorists as Confucius ever dast
be. One reporter on the Loo Vindica
tor asked him if he had ever written
any thing for publication , and after the
lecture was over announced in his pa
that the lecture business "
per was "over
done. "
Confucious lost his father at the age
3 years , and so had to rustle for him
self , as he says. He was essensially a
self-made man , and
never wore sus
penders , even in the beat socetHe :
wore a style of dress which has since
become very popular in China , consist
ing of wide pantaloons and oolong cut
away coat. His complexion was a lit
tle on the yellow order , and his eyes
were similar to each other , though a
little inclined to sag at one corner.
He became a school teacher in the
graded school at Loo and carried cold
fried pork and rat sandwiches for his
dinner.
When asked what one sentence would
best express the conduct most fitting
for one's whole life , he said : "Do not
unto others what you would not have
them do to you. " This sentence , in
substance , afterward appeared in book
form and is now widely quoted. ' It is a
very popular piece of advice , and many
people give it to other people.
Confucius was a great man and the
leading humorist of his day. lie pub
lished a small paper at one time , doing
all the typographical work himself with
a marking brush. His signature was a
marvel of individuality and looked like
the footprints of a kangaroo that had
been scared out of a mudhole and li.
on a pillow-sham.
But death has claimed him. Like the 1
man who has done his chores and ejected
the cat and blown out the gas , he lay down ]
to enter into the dreamless sleep"which \
comes alone to those who have done j
their work well. Not in the midst of j
slashing arms , beneath the clouds of j
ivar , amid the shouts of victory and i
frantic yells of defeat ; not on the rough
frontier with his boots on , nor in the
liospital chased by the phantoms of de-
lirum tremens , but in a culm and dis
passionate manner , Confucius accepted j
iiis doom. The Chinese papers very
: ruthfully say : "His death has cast a
over our land and filled a long
felt want. " Bill Xyc , in Chicago News
HORACE GREELEY.
Peculiarities as Detailed
Some of His
by His Son-ln-I a\v.
"The peculiarities of Horace Greeloy
have all been greatly overdrawn said
his son-in-law , Col. Nicholas Smith , of
New York , to a reporter. "It is gen
erally thought that Mr. Greeley was
very much given to profanity when ex
cited , but all the time that I knew him
I never heard a single profane word fall
from his lips , and my wife has often
said the same. His temperate habits
are well known ; he never touched any
thing in the way of liquor , except cid
er , and , singularly enough , was very
fond of cider. I have a boy 8 years
old , who is named Horace Greeley , and
he has inherited this love for cider and
dislike for other liquors from his grand
father , illustrating the great law of
heredity. Mr. Greeley was very posi
tive in his convictions. To illustrate :
Dr. White , the late president of Cornell
university , tells this story of him. In
company with the professor of Latin
and Greek at Cornell university , Dr.
White called upon Mr. Greeley. Tho
professor rallied MiGreeley upon his
known objection to the dead languages
in the practical education of young
men , and a hot discussion was com
menced. Mr. Greeley piled argument
upon argument until tho professor was
cornered.
" 'You must admit , Mr. Greeley , ho
finally cried , 'that the Latin and Greek
are the great conduits through which .
the learning of the ancients have come y\ "
down to us ? " .
" 'Yes , ' said Mr. Greeley , 'I admit
that , but , ' pointing to the water faucet ,
< you see that faucet ; I drink three or
four glasses of water daily from that ,
and the water comes there through the
Croton aqueduct. But , my dear sir , is
that any reason why I should chew so
much lead pipe ? '
"Mr. Greeley was not very particular
in regard to his dress. Parton , in his
Life of Greeley' tells n good story of
him. Webb , of The Enquirer , was
very neat in his dress , and was always
firing editorial shots at Mr. Greeley for
his peculiarity in this respect. Webb
some time before had been engaged in
a duel , and had been sentenced to tho
penitentiary , but was pardoned by Mr.
Seward. Mr. Greeley stood his re
marks for some time without taking
any notice of them , but he finally be
came tired , and answered through The
Tribune : 'It is true that I am not as
particular in my dress as are some peo
ple , but I can say for myself that 1 do
not wear my costume through the
clemency of the executive when I " l
should be wearing the stripes of the '
penitentiary garb. '
"This caustic reply stopped the re
marks from The Enquirer. Work was
Mr. Grceley's nepenthe. My wife has {
often told that he would go out to his ,
country house , Chapauqua , on Friday I
evening to remain until Mondayand rest.
"
But Saturday , after working "all morn- :
ing in his grove at his favorite pastime
of sawing limbs oft" the trees , at noon [
he would board a train for the city.
There are fifteen or twenty of his old j
saws lying in the barn at Chapauqua
now , some of them with handles forty
feet long , to reach tho top limbs of the
trees. I believe he gave away more
money during his life than any man
that ever lived. I have now at home
about a ton of worthless paper , and at
least a bushel of old watches , which
fellows from the country had borrowed
money on.
"The old Quakers around Chapauqua
used to be very much amused over his
supposed gullibility. At one time an .
old friend wanted to sell him a pair of
oxen for which he asked an exorbitant
price , but Mr. Greeley , without saying
a word , gave him a check for the
amount. The Quaker , some time later ,
was heard expressing a wish that he
had asked twice as much for the oxen.
"When Mr. Greeley was nominated
for president if the election had taken
place a week later he would have swept
the country. But the capitalists of
Wall street knew he would not servo
their interests and opposed him. His
history of the civil war was being pub- .
lished by the Chase Brothers , of Hart- *
ford. It was being sold by subscrip
tion , and they said they never had a
book which sold so rapidly. Just at
this time Mr. Greeley went on Jeff ,
Davis' bond and he was set at liberty. ! (
The book dropped dead in the hands of
the publishers just from this action.
Ten years later the country saw that
that was the , only civilized way of dis
posing of Mr. Davis. The work of Mr.
Greeley was all for his contemporaries ,
he did nothing to perpetuate his name
in the minds of posterity , and his name
vill live only in the memories of tho
people as a great and good man. " St.
Louis Republican.
A Client Demands Protection.
A few days ago , in the District Court ,
a prisoner , who had been defended by
one of our young lawyers ( who had
been appointed by the court ) received
the highest penalty the law allows for
tiorse stealing , fifteen years.
After the verdict was announced this
lawyer was observed to speak excitedly
to his client whereupon the client stood
up and told the judge that he looked to
him for protection.
His Honor , Judge Noonan , replied
that the sheriff would sec that his rights
tvere not interfered with. .
"But that is not what I mean ? "
urged the prisoner.
"What do you mean ? " inquired the
judge , kindlv.
"I want you to protect me. This
foung man "you 'pinted to defend J ? j
; avs * he is gwm < j to ask you to give me a
iew trial , and I want you to protect
no , judge. "
And now that j'oung lawyer leks pco-
) le that he won't defend pauper crim-
nals without being paid for it , not even
f Judge Noonan sends him to jail for
efusing. Texas Siftir.ys.
He Declined.
"Madam , " said a shivering tramp.
* w-will y-you give a p-poor fellow a
h-chnnce to get w-wann ? " "Ccrtain-
v , " replied the woman , kindly ; "you -I
aay carry in that ton of coal , but don't
mrn yourself. " Fort Wortli Gazette.