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A. Family Companion, Devoted to Literature, Miscellany, News, Agriculture, Markets, &c. Vol. XI. WEDNESDAY MORNING, AUGUST 18, 1875. No. 33. THE HERALD IS PUBLISHED EVERY WEDNESDAY MORNING, At Newberry. 8. C. BY THO9, 7, GREKER, Editor and Proprietor. Terms, $2.50 per innum, Invariably in Advance. 7 The aris stopped at the expiration of time for whi- itis pid. 07 The X mark denotes expiration of sub scription. FARMER JOHN'S RETURN. Home from his journey Farmer John Arrived this morning safe and sound; His black coat off and his old clothes on, "Now I'm myself," says Farmer John; And he thinks "I'll look around." Up-leaps the dog-" Get down, you pup! Are you so glad you would eat me up?" The old cow lows at the gate to meet him; "Well, well, old Bay! Ha, ha, old Gray! Do you get good feed when I am away? "You have not a rib!" says Farmer John, "The cattle are looking round and sleek; The colt is going to be a roan, And a beauty, too; how he has grown! We'll wean the calf next week." SaysFarmtrJobn, "When I've been off, To call you again about the trough, And watch you, and pet you while you drink, Is -a greater comfort than you think!" And he pats old Bay, And he slaps old Gray; "Ah; this is the comfort of going away!' "For, after all," says Farmer John, "The best of the journey is getting home. I've seen great sights; but would I give This spot, and the peaceful life I live, For all their Paris and Rome? These hills for the city's stifled air, And big hotel, and bustle and glare, Land al houses, and roads all stones, That deafenyour ears, and batter your bones. - Wopld you, old Bay? Would you, old Gray ? That's what one gets by going away!" "There money, is king," says Farmer John, "And fashion is queen; and its mighty -queer To see how sometimes, while the man, Raking and scraping all he can, The wife spends every year, Enoughyou would think for a score of wives, To keep them in luxury all their lives ! The town is a perfect babylon To a quiet-chap," says Farmer John. "You see, old Bay, ~ Yg,aee, old Gray, I'm wiser than when I went away." "I've found ont this," says Farmer John, "Tha&bappiness is not bought~ and sold, Andl clatchedin a life of waste and hurry, In nights of pleasure and days of worry; And wealth isn't all in gold, Mortgages and stocks and ten per cent., - .ut in simple ways and sweet content, Few wants, pure hopes, and noble ends, Some land.to till and a few good friends, ILike you, old Bay, and you, old Gray, That'sjrhat rve learnied by going away." And's happy man is Farmer John, - , arich and happy man is he; He sees the peas and pumpkins growlng, The corn in tassels, the buckwheat blowing, And fruit on vine and tree; The large, kind oxen look their thanks As he rubs their foreheads and strokes their flanks; The doves light around a, and strut and .coo, Says Farmer John, "FIll take you too, And you, old Bay,. And you, old Gray, Next time I travel so far away." THE BOX OF BOOES. -0 You of seven or eight years old, who have begun to study Latin think you are brighter than some of the other boys. Not that you say so, but it is very evident you think the other boys ought to re cognize the fact. Well! perhaps you are right ; butlI am going to tell you of one who wrote very re spectable Latin verses when he was at youi-'age. He was not, however, one of those who are prodigies at eight years old and are never heard of after, for he wrote many books which are highly valued to this day. When at the age of eleven years he entered the great University of Ley den he was addressed as Maynepu er magni dignissime cura parentis. What does that mean? You .our young Latin scholars, must trans late! IflIwere to tell you what wise and learned books my hero wrote as he grew older, I am afraid you would skip that portion of this sto ry, for boys are not found who are as fond of reading as was this great scholar. You denyit? Well. then go to Mr. Motley's last history and there you will find a lengthy account of some twenty-five pages or more of this story which I am about to tell you. I shall feel happy if I have induced you to study the works of that great historian. For the rest of you, who perhaps do not pos sess a copy of the book, or if they do would tire of reading so many pages, I have condensed the follow ing incident in the life of the great un Grotiun. offence which in our time would be trifling, this great Dutch scholar was condemned to perpetual imprison ment in the fortress of Loevestein. This prison was situated on the River Waal, the largest of the three branches into which the Rhine di vides itself on entering the Nether lands; and so strongly was the castle fortified that there seemed to be no hope of escape from it. While in prison he spent nearly all his time in study, and for exercise he procured a huge top which he em ployed himself in whipping for sev eral hours each day. The great scholars in Holland did not forget him in his captivity and they obtained permission to send him from time to time a chest full of books which were a great solace to him in his confinement. Thus in spinning his top, studying his books, and writing his great works, which were to be read and quoted for ages after, Grotius managed to spend comfortably the first two years of his prison life. But one cannot be contented in captivity, even with plenty of books, and Hugo Grotius and his noble wife who shared his home in the castle had long been brooding over some means of escape. Madame De Groot, as she was called, often looked at that chest of books as it came and went to and fro. Alas! it was only four feet in length, and her husband was a very tall and stately gentleman; but they talked the matter over, and she did not easily yield to despair. One day they tried an experiment; Grotius got inside the chest and his wife sat beside it with an hour glass in her hand; for two hours at least he could lie there with the lid fastened down. The risk was great, but lib erty is very sweet, and they resolv ed to try the dangerous experiment of gaining liberty for the captive by means of the book chest. MadameDe Groot was not a close prisoner as was her husband; while she and. her children shared his captivity, she coud ge- when she liked across the river to the .town of G3rocum to purchase provisions for the family. One day she stood in the doorway of the house to which the chest of books was coil signed before it was sent across the river to the fortress, and jokingly sounded the mistress of the .house as to the reception her husband would meet if he instead of the chest, were to appear. "He shall have a warm welcome," replied the good woman. This an swer gave great confidence to Mad ame De Groot. The day of escape fixed upon was that of the great fair at Grocum at which time the commandant of the fortress of Loevestein was to attend the fair and remain all night absent. As husband and wife made their plans it was thought advisable for the wife to remain in the fortress, so as to prolong ignorance of his flight and thus give greater opportunity for escape. There was in the family a coura geous young maid servant by the name of Elsie van Houwening, who was strongly attached to the fami ly, as they were to her; and she it was who undertook the care of the chest ; this time not filled with books, but with the great scholar himself. Early in the morning, Grotius crled himself up in the chest. A. large Testament was placed under his head for a pillow, with some bunches of thread to render it less hard, and some papers were stuffed around him to soften the fall should the chest be thrown roughly down. I do not think that trunks were handled as roughly as they are now adays, or this poor gentleman could scarcely have survived the jour ney in his cramped condition! Madame De Groot took a solemn farewell of her husband, and kissed the key as she placed it in the brave Elsie's hand, after locking the chest. She threw his clothing on the chair and placed his slip pers near it, so as to make it ap pear as if Grotius was in bed when the soldiers came up for the trunk. It happened to be a very stormy day, and she made that her excuse for sending Elsie with the books instead of going herself. As the soldiers raised the chest weighty than usual, but some joke about the dull and heavy books diverted their attention, and they unbarred in turn all the thirteen doors that led along the passage way and down stairs out of the cas tle, dragging. tie ponderous box af ter them. When they reached the ,xb&.gne began to tell a story of sowmalefactor who had been car lied out of the castle in a chest. But Elsie's quick and ready wit was equal to the emergency, and af ter examining the trunk to see- if there were holes for air bored in it, and scarcely thinking that enough to suppoit life could. enter through the key-hole, they placed it on the shore. When the trunk was first sent, its contents had been examined, but finding after several examinations that it contained nothing but books, there had been no subsequent in vestigation made, so that there was no danger from that direction to be apprehended. Elsie was not willing to trust the chest on the thin board upon which the boatman proposed to slide it from the wharf to the vessel; she was much afraid that the valuable books might be damaged if it broke and after much grumbling, the skipper procured a plank. The troublesome passenger was even then not satisfied, for she would not give the boatman rest until they had lashed the precious chest fast, for as the weather ~was very tempestuous, it seemed in eminent danger of sliding into the sea at the first lurch of the vessel. Elsie now composed herself and sat down, throwing a white handkerchief over her head which fluttered in the wind. This had been the signal arranged by her to let her mistress, who was anxiously watching tiei& from the baired window of the fortress, know that thus far all had gone well. One of the crew observed her, and she was obliged to explain that one of the servants at the castle had taunted her with being too cow. ardly to sail on such a stormy sea and she was signaling him that she was on board. Now an officer of :the garrison who happened to be on board, seat ed himself on the box of books, and began drumming with his heels against it, and it again required all Elsie's wit to relieve her master from this unnecessary annoyance. In due 'time the ship reached Gorcum, and Elsie paid the skipper and his son to place the chest on a hand-barrow and carry it to the house from which the books had on each previous occasion been ship ped. In the anguish of his con finement, the prisoner had been un able to refrain from a change in po sition, and the boy remarked to his father that there was "something alive in the box." Theecheerful little maid readily suggested the proba bility of the books sliding about,and no inore notice was taken of it. Finally the chest was placed in the back room of the house from which it had so often been sent to the fortress, this time returning not with its usual load, but convey ing to his liberty the great scholar himself. All danger was not yet past. El sie at first feared that she should see the dead body of her beloved master as she unlocked the trunk,for there was no answer as she tapped upon the lid,.but as she opened it, he rose from the coffin-like confinement as one coming from the dead. At first he was faint from his sufferings, but he rapidly revived as he felt the necessity of speedy flight, for in the book-shop next door there were even then preachers and professors, any one of whom might recognize him. "You are the man of whom the whole country is talking. We must help you a~way at once," said his friends. A mason, brother-in-law of his hostess, procured for him the doub let, trunk hose, and shoes of a brick-layer, together with a trow el and measuring rod. Ulnfortu nately they belonged to a smaller man, and the doublet did not reach to the waisteband of the trunk horse, while those nether garments stopped short of his knees. His smooth, white hands were very un like those of a brick-layer, and they wer oblig n to mear his hands and face with chalk and plaster before this newly-made journeyman dared to follow his employer into the street. When they reached the ferry across which lay their way to the Netherlands, the boatman refused to cross in such tempestuous wea ther for two insignificant people, as the mason and his scarecrow jour neyman, but money will effect much, and in course of time Hugo Gro tius reached the great city of Ant werp, the end of his journey in safe ty. The commandant of the fortressl when he returned home from the fair, discovered the escape of his prisoner, and in great wrath he hastened back to Gorcum to exam ine the chest. He found in it the big Testament and some skeins of; thread, together with a volume or two of theology and of Greek trag edies, but his prisoner was lost to him forever. His curses against Madame De Groot and brave Elsie were useless, Hugo Grotius was safe. After a short captivity, Madame De Groot was released and joined her husband and the -brave Elsie married a faithful- servant of Gro tius, whom his master had instruct ed in the rudiments of law. He rose to be a thriving and respect able lawyer, and we must believe that in the brave Elsie he had a faitlhful aud intelligent wife. THOSE CIRCUS BILLS. An old lady who had been out shopping procured a few circus bills and, on her return home she had one in her hand as she came up the steps, and she didn't say a word until after she had wiped off her spectacles, placed them on her nose, unfolded the bill and* read a a few of the head-lines. . She was. old-fashioned in look. There were strings to her bonnet, she wore no.bustle, her grey hair was combed down smoothly, and there were only seven yards in her black alpaca dress. Young man, don't you know that circuses are awful liars and hum bugs i she fmnally inquired. The man at the table leaned on the back of his chair and refused to express his opinion. Well, I know it, she continued in a positive tone and I believe they get wuss every day. Now, see here-listen to this: Ageorgeous panorama of amazing wonders-a gigantic combination of astonishing acrobatic talent. That's all right on the poster, but have they got them? I'd like to see one of them animals.. You're laboring under a mistake, madam, it means a grand display of natural curiosities, and inform the public that the proprietor has se cured many first-class acrobats the chaps who stand on their heads, turn heels over head,,and cut up so many monkey shines. It does, eh? she mused. Well, do you suppose it takes a smart person to keel over?i Well, one has to have a good deal of training. They do, eh ? she remarked, as she put her umbrella in the corner and spit in her hands ; fli show you that you are deceived ! rm an old woman, but if I cannot-! Madam, hold on don't do it ! ex claimed the man behind the table fearing that the old woman would turn over. I can flop right over there and never shake my bonnet ! she said as she rose up. I know you can, madam, but don't. I am here alone, and I-I don't want you to. I'd rather you wouldn't. If you are determined on it, I. shall leave the room. Well, you knowlIcan do it, and that's enough. You may be right about what that means, but see here-hear this: The highways ablaze with re splendid chariots-the grandest pa geant on earth. I've been to lots of circuses in my time, young man, and never saw a pageant yet. If they had one, the door of his cage wasn't open. bill refers to the fact that the great number of wagons, chariots, etc., make a sight worth seeing as they pass along the streets. Oh me, she muttered as she fold ed the bill over; I don't see why they could not say so then. And now see here-read that: Sig. Govinoff, in his mrial flights. Now, then, is that a boa constric tor or a cundurango? It is a man, madam-one of the performers. His real name is pro bablf Jones, but that isn't grand enough, and so they put him down Sig. Govinoff. He is the man who jumps off a rope, turns over twice and comes down all right. He is eh? Well, if he's got an idea that he's the smartest man alive I want to disappoint hiin. I ever did try to turn over twice, but Ill do it right here and now, Dr break my neck ! Take those bhings ofn that table! Stay, madam-don't. I wouldn't have you to try it for fifty dollars. Just once! For heaven's sake, madam, get own ofn this table-here-here's a dollar if you won't try it! I don't wan't your money and I won'ttry it if you're so scared ; but I don't want no circus going around talking about aryal flights and deceiving the people! She sat down, the young man wiped the sweat off his brow, and presently she remarked: - And here's another thing right here: A sparkling asterisk flashing across the fieldl of the cloth of gold. Mons. Gomerique in his great de lineations of human character. Id like to know who he is. Madam, that is a man-a man *ho delineates character. How? Why, he makes up faces--express es mirth, sorrow, joy, &c. He does, eh! Well, what's that to blow about? Make up faces see here. And she shut her eyes, run out her tongue, and looked like the bottom of a brass kettle which had been kicked in by a mule. They are humbugs, sir, she said, as she drew her tongue in, and d'ye s'pose rd pay fifty cents to go to one of them. They are quite entertaining as a general thing. They are, eh! Entertaining, eh! Well, if I can't domore entertaining infve minutes than acircus in-all dayThl leave my bonnet up here ! Here hold on to this chair ! Madam I earnestly hope that you are not going to perform any tricks. I ain't, eh! You just hold on to the legs of this chair. I can't, madam-I wouldn't do it for all the diamond rings in Sy racuse! Go away, madam, do go home! rm in an awful hurry ! Well, I won't then, but when I say circuses are humbugs, I can proveit. I don't keer two cents for bheir big words, their panoylies, pa eants, asterisks, giraffes, aryals, georgeouses and ourang-outangs, [ can beat 'em all holler myself. She took off her spectacles, pick ad up her umbrella, and left. WEu. Ur nm Gmoen.&rn.-While a aswsboy was'hanging around one )f the depots yesterday, a gentle nan engaged him in conversation, mud inquired: "Do you go to school, bub ?" '"Yes, sir, and ]Tm in geography," was the answer. "Ah, ha. Where does the sun "In the East." "Correct. Where does it set.?" "In the West." "That's right. What is the earth's mrface composed of ?" "Land and water, sir." "Right again. Is the world round or flat ?" "Less see," mused the boy, sit ting down on a bench. Well, I mow dad and mam had a fight iout that very thing, but I forgot which licked!" "What's your business ?" asked she judge of a prisoner at the bar. Well, I 'spose you might put me own as a locksmith." "When did rou last work at your trade ?" "Last iight, when I heard a call for the police T made a bolt for the door." MATRIMONY IN A YAWL BOAT. A CALIFoRA COUPLE MARPTIn AT SEA. On Tuesday last, says the San Francisco Call, the officers station ed at Fort Point were attracted by a small crowd of people who had collected at the wharf near the. Pre sidio. When theyeameto the wharf they discovered that the immoral passion was the cause of the assem blage, and that two young- and ar dent beings, who believed that "love is life's end," were determined to be knotted together with the matrimonial rope, in spite of cruel 1 a w s and unfeeling officials. The young maiden, fair beyond compare, was under age, with au burn hair. Her lover made appli cation at the City Hall for a marri age license. "How old is the lady ?" asked the polite clerk. "Its none of your-" the appli cant was about to remark, but he changed his mind and answered, "Just sixteen years old." "Ah !" returned the clerk, "a most deliciously charming age. And do her parents yet proudly gaze upon this their beauteous off spring?" "Which ?" grimly growled the young man. "Are her father and mother yet living I mean ?" said the clerk. "Oli, you bet! Healthy !" answer ed the lover. "Then," replied the clerk, sinking his fascinating smile and resuming the more serious look of an official, "then you cannot have a license; the girl is not of age and cannot be married except with the consent of her parents." "Can't have a license?" slowly re marked the young lover. "No, sir, it's against the law - to grant one under such circumstan ces," said the clerk. The young man turned and walked from the office; but as he reached the door he wheeled about and, shaking a handful of gold at the clerk, cried, "Say, L . bet you a hundred dollars that we get mar ried before to-morrow night." "Never gamble," responded the clerk with dignity, and then, "Good morning, sir.". True to his purpose, the would be Benedict formed his plan. He secured a surf-boat and four brawny armed oarsmen, and the point of meeting was designated as the Pre sidio wharf. There it was that the defenders of our soil and flag discov ered the girl of sixteen,and the deter mined youth who had run away with her, the surf-boat, four brawny-arm ed oarsmen and a parson. The wed ding party tumbled aboard, the oars were shipped and the boat bore away the blushing bride and her promised husband amid the cheers of the army. Half an hour, those on the shore saw the boat under Angel Tsland, the men resting on their oars. Two figures rose from the stern sheets, one tall and man ly the other slight. Then in a rath er uncertain way another figure elevated itself from the aft thwart and faced the couple. After some moments of some ceremonial the two bowed their heads asif in af firmative response. The crew cheer ed, the parson with his uncertain legs toppled over into the bottom of the boat and the ceremony was over. The boat did not return to the Presidio, but went off in the di rection of the Alamenda shore. The bachelor officers on the wharf watched the retreating barge until it was nearly out of sight, and then with sighs turned back to their quarters. A Northern female philanthro pist, speaking to a Vicksburg ne gro the other day inquired: "Isn't it pleasant to be your own master ?" "1 reckon it is," he replied. "And ho~w do the colored people generally feel about it ?" she con tinued. . L:Well, I don't 'zactly know, but I guess mos' ob 'em feels put ty hungry," was the answer. Give me the centralism of lib erty ; give me the imperialism of equal rights. ostly umber-summer board. A DINNER IN TURKEY. A traveler in Turkey thus de scribes a dinner he attended in Con stantinople: They placed before the divan a large disk of brass, carefully polished and shining like a shield of gold, upon which they arranged different meats, in porce lain dishes. These disks, support ed by one low foot, serve for ta bles, and three or four persons can easily be accommodated around one of them. Table linen is a luxury unknown in the East. They eat without tablecloth or napkin, but give you to dry your fingurs, lit tle squares of embroidered muslin, fringed with gold, and closely re sembling what the English call "d'oyleys;" a precaution by no means unnecessary, because you use, at these repasts, no knives or forks except those known to Fa ther Adam. Doubtless, in the estimation of the masters of the art of Euro pean cookery, the Turkish condi tion and style of culinary art would appear utterly barbarous and patriarchal; but these dtshes are not devoid of skill in prepars tion, nor by any means made at random. They are very numerous and succeed each other rapidly; and the custom is to take, with the fingers two mouthfuls from each dish. They consist of morsels of mutton; dismembered fowls; fish dressed in oil; cucumbers,in various fashions; balls of rice, wrapped in vine-leaves, and pancakes with honey; the whole sprinkled with rose water slightly dashed with mint and aromatic herbs. For drink we had water, sherbet, and syrup of cherries, which last we dipped from a dish, with a tor toise-shell spoon furnished with an exquisitely carved handle of ivory. The meal ended, the brazen ta ble .was removed, and water brought for washing (an indispen sable ceremony, when one has dined with no other "plate" than his ten fingers); then coffee was served, and the chibouckdji present ed to each guest a superb pipe, with an exquisite mouthpiece of amber and a stem of cherry wood as glossy as satin, each pipe being supplied with a tuft of Macedo nian tobacco and, placed upon a little plate of metal, laid on the floor, to preserve the mat from the sparks of ashes which might; fall from the lighted bowl. LOOKING UP.-During Dr. Pay son's last illness, a 'friend, coming in to his room remarked familarly, "Well Iam sorry to see you lying here on your back." "Do you not know what God puts us our backs for ?" said Dr. Payson, smiling. "No," was the answer. "In order that we may look up ward." His friend said to him, "I am not co:ne to condole,but to rejoice with you; for it seems to methat this is no time for mourning." "Well, I am glad to hear that," was the reply ; "for it is not often thatlIam addressed in such a way. The fact is I never had less need of condolence, and yet everybody persists in offering it ; whereas, when I was prosperous and well, and a successful preacher, and really needed condolence, they flattered and congratulated me." A story is told of an accident on the New London Railroad: An in toxicated Irishman was sitting on the.track when the engine tossed hima down an embankment. The conductor backed his train to pick up his dead body. The victim was found alive, however, only somewhat brdised, and taken to Norwich. Here the conductor kindly offered to send the man home, a few miles away, in a hack, but he insist ed on his ability to walk, and re fused to be sent home. The con ductor pressed the matter when the Milesian who had stood the bat tling of the cow-catcher so well, bristled up with, "Go away with your kirridge, I'll go home by my self, and if I've done any damage to your old engine, bedad, I'll pay it on the spot." He who leaves early gets the best L ADVEUTfSIN'C~RATES. Advertisements inserted at the rate of $1.00 per square-one inch-for irst insertion, and 75c. for each subsequent inserlion. Douljle column advertisements tenper centonaboi e. Notices of meetings, obituaries and tributes of respect, same rates per square as ordinary advertisements. Special notices in local. column 15 cents perline, Advertisements not marked with the num ber of insertions will be kept In till forbid and charged accordingly. Special contracts made with large adver tisers, with liberal deductions on above rates. Jo PawraAr Done with Neatness and Dispatch. Terms Cash. CHAMGE IN TE COLOR or THE HAIE. -It is stated thAt the transactions of the British Royal Society, exten ding over two hundred years, con tain no instance of any sudden change incolor of the human hair-a circumstance regarded as conclusive that no such change has ever oc curred, for, had it ever been un doobtedly witnessed, it is not likely that it would hPve remained unde scribed. The most eminent medi cal writers confess themselves una ware that irrespectively of recorded evidence, anything in support of the popular notion on this -subject can be adduced on physiological grounds. It is well known -that human hair cannot be injected. Using coloring fluid, such as a solu tion of nitrate of silver and a solu tion of iodine, does not produce any change of color except in the por tions actually immersed. Wheth er it owes its color to a fixed oil, to a peculiar arrangement of its con stitutional molecules, or to both, it resists decay in a remarkable man ner; it resists the action of acids and alkalies, except the strongest, which dissolves it; it resists macera tion, and even boiling water unless for-a long time applied and 'under pressure, when it suffers disintegra tion and decomposition. Exposure to the sun will bleach hair, but this will not account for any very sudden change of color. The popular no tion, however, is in favor of the af firmative of this question, and some naturalists and physiologists ad duce what they regard as credible instances of hair changing to white or gray in case of persons under strong emotions of grief or terror. THE Fa OF THE PEBIOD.-In1 fans there is a return to a happy medium in size. The latest freak of fashion is for the Japanese feather fans of -endless variety. Some of these are made from the quill feathers of a white goose set on slender sticks of the finest ivory; others of brown turkey feathers set on dark mottled pearl. Superb curled ostrich feath ersin brown andin black are mount ed in tortoise shell, with which the colors of the feathers correspond in mottled brown and amber; others are mounted with peacock feathers. The exquisite Trianon fan is indis pensabie for full dress, of decora ted white kid and white satin and point applique lace mounted in opa lescent pearl, nacre, and engraved ivory. - Opera bounfe fans have paintings on silk of opera bouffe scenes. There are fans of yak lace andIndian fans of softdownyostrich . feathers, black Spanish fans with finely painted designs after G3reuze, and a great variety of Japanese furling fans, altogether ranging in prices from $2 to $150. Beautiful little velvet pockets are newly im ported, with ornamentation of silver, and chatelaine chains for a tiny mir ror, vinaigretta, fan penciland dain ty'little memorandum cards. This is $50. French chatelaine real watches are set in carved tortoise shell, and in inlaid ebony and oxi dized silver, guaranteed to keep ex cellent time, costs from $25 to $50. There are full sets of tortoise shell so pale as to bemistaken for amber; high floriated Spanish combs carved bracelets, chatelaines, sleeve studs and fan. Others are in rich amber and red brown, mottled. "When I was traveling in Massa chusetts, some twenty years ago," said a traveler,"Ihad a seat with the driver, who on stopping at the post office, salutes an ill-looking fellow on the steps with, "Good morning, Judge Sander: I hope you're well, sir ?" After leaving the office, I asked the driver if the man he spoke to was really a judge. "Cer tainly, sir," he replied. "We had a cock fight last week, and he was made a judge on that occasion." "Did you like the sermon, love?" asked a pious wife of a heathen hus band on their way home from church. "Well, my dear,to tell the truth," he said, "I didn't pay much attention to the sermon, but from the sweet expression of the parson's L'..... T .L....tJ L..