Vermont Phoenix from Brattleboro, Vermont • 1

VOL. L. BRATTLEBORO, FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 23, 1883. NO. 47.

The Vermont Phoenix ASD VERMONT EECOED FARMER, (United May 1,1880) PUBLISHED EVKHI FBU1AY BX FRENCH fc HTEDJ1AN, Rag-er dc Ttaonipaon'ss Blvcb. JHain BKATTLEBORO, VT. The fort is oval in 6hape, and consists of an earthwork about 5 feet average thickness, 824 feet in circumference, and 186 feet at the greatest breadth, with a length of 32b' feet. Two entrances about 3 feet wide one at the northeast and the other at the northwest-lead to the supposition that the work was erected as a defense against an attack from the south. A cursory examination of the interior of tbe fort resulted in the discovery of a quanti the midst of the thunder-storm.

The clerks stuck their pens behind tbeir ears, and stared after him from tbe windows. Away went Tom Walker, dashiog down tbe streets his white cap bobbing up and down bis morning gown fluttering in the wind, and his 6tetd striking fire out of the pavement at every bound. When the clerks turned to look for the black man, he had disappeared. Tom Walker never returned to foreclose the mortgage. A countryman, who lived on the border of the swamp, reported that in the height of the thunder-guat he had heard a great clattering of hoofs and a howling along the road, and running to the window caught sight of a figure, such as I have described, on a horsti that galloped like mad across the fields, over the hills, and down into the black hemlock swamp toward the old Indian fort; and that, shortly after, a thunderbolt falling in that direction seemed to aet the whole forest in a blaze.

The good people of Boston shook their beads and shrugged their shoulders, but had been so much accustomed to witches and goblins, and tricks of the devil, in all kinds of shapes, from tbe first settlement of the colony, that they were not so much horror-struck as miht have been expected. TruB-tees were appointed to take charge of Tom's effects. There was nothing, however, to ad A'EWS PARAGRAPHS. What was Focsd is a Nameless Gsave at St. Albans.

A recent despatch to the Boston Journal says The body of a Vermont soldier, who died in ihe Union service and has occupied an unknown grave for twenty years, has just been accidentally discovered in the St. Albans cemetery. The sexton came upon the body, some six inches below the surface of the ground, and, on opening tbe box, a human skeleton was found in a good state of preservation. At the head of the skeleton was a rubber blanket and a pair of heavy boots at the foot was a silk handkerchief tied in knots, in which was a watch and chain, and another silk handkerchief inclosing an empty pocket-book. Fragments of a woolen blanket, pieces of woolen clothing, a fancy silk necktie, a comb and a well preserved ara-brotype of a young lady, droBsed in the style of twenty years ago, were among the personal effects of the deceased found in the box.

The name of E. I. Ordway was found printed on the inside of the rubber blanket. The facts connected with the finding of the body, tbe shallow grave, its peculiar location in the roadway, the absence of the outside coffin, the burial of the personal effects, all served to mystify the public. The authorities have been investigating the mystery, but with no satisfactory result.

An examination of the Adjutant and Inspector General's report for "What are you doing on my grounds said the black man, with a hoarse, growliug voice. "Your grounds said Tom, with a sneer, "no more your grounds than mine they belong to Deacon Peabody." "Doacon Peabody be said the Btrauger, "as I flatter myself he will be, if be does not look more to his own BinB aud lees to those of his neighbors. Look yonder, and see how Deacon Peabody is faring." Tom looked in the direction that the Btrauger pointed, aud beheld one of the great trees, fair and flourishing without, but rotten at the core, and saw that it had been nearly hewn through, so that the first high wind was likely to blow it down. On the bark of the tree was scored tbe name of Deacon Peabody, an eminent man, who bad waxed wealthy by driving sbrowd bargains with tbe Indians. He now looked around, and found most of the tall trees marked with the name of some great man of the colony, and all more or less scored by tho axe.

The one on which be had heeu seated, and which had evidently just been hewn down, bore the name of Crownin-Bbield and he recollected a mighty rich man of that name, who made a vulgar display of wealth, which it was whispered he had acquired by buccaneering. "He's just ready for burning!" said the black man, with a growl of triumph. "You see I am likely to have a good stock of firewood for winter." "But what right have you," said Tom, "to cut down Deacon Peabody 'b timber "Tbe right of a prior claim," Baid the other. "This woodland belonged to me loug before one of your white-faced race put foot upon the soil." "And pray, who are you, if I may be so bold said Tom. plucked from the coarse black shock of the woodman.

Tom knew his wife's prowess by experience. He shrugged bis shoulders, as he looked at the signs of a fierce clapper clawing. "Egad," said he to himself. "Old Scratch must have had a tough time of it Tom consoled himself for tbe loss of his property, with the loss of his wife, for be was a man of fortitude. He even felt something like gmlitude toward tbe black woodman, who, he considered, had done him a kindness.

He sought, therefore, to cultivate a further acquaintance with him, but for some time without success the old blacklegs played shy, for whatever people may think, he is not always to be had for calling for he knows how to play bis cards when when pretty sure of his game. At length, it is said, when delay bad whetted Tom's eageruess to the quick, and prepared him to agree to anything rather than not gain the promised treasure, he met the black man one evt ning in his usual woodman's dress, with bis ax on bis shoulder, sauntering along the swamp and humming a tune. He affected to receive Tom's advances with great indifference, made brief replies, and went on bumming his tune. By greet, however, Tom brought him to business, and tbey began to haggle about the terrain on which Tom was to have the pirate's treasure, There was one condition which need not be mentioned, being generally understood in all cases where the devil grants favors but there were others about which, though of less importance, he was inflexibly obstinate. He insisted that the money found through his means should be employed in hie service.

He proposed, therefore, that Tom should employ it in the black traffic that is to Bay, that he should fit out a slave-ship. This, however, Tom flatly refused to do; he was bad enough, in ail conscience, but the The Supper of St. Greg-ory. A tale for Roman guides to tell To careless, siRht-worn travelers still, Who pause beside the narrow aell Of Gregory, on the Calian MIL One day before the monk's door came A begt'ar. stretching empty palms, Fainting and fast-sick, in the name Of the Most Holy, asking alms.

And tbe monk answered: "AH I have In this poor cell of mine I give; The silver cup my mother gave, In Christ's name take thou it, and live." Years passed; and, called at last to bear The pastoral crook and keys of Rome, The poor mouk, in St. Peter's chair, Sat tbe crowned lord of Christendom. "Prepare a feast," St. Grepory cried, "And let twelve beggars sit thereat." The beggars came, and one beside. An unknown Btrauger, with them sat.

"I asked thee not," the Pontiff spake, Btrauger but if need be thine I bid thee welcome for the sake Of Him who is thy Lord and mine." A grave, calm face the et ranger raised, Like His who on tieuueaaret trod, Or His on whom the Chaldeans gazed, Whose form was as the Son of Uod. "Know'at thou," he said, "thy gift of old 7" Aud iu the hand he lifted up The Pontiff marvelled to behold Once more his mother's silver cup. "Thy prayers and alms have risen, and bloom Sweetly among tbe tiowere of heaven. I am The Wonderful, through wLoui Whate'er thou askest shall be given." He spake and vanished. Gregory fell With his twelve guents In mute accord Prone on their faces, knowing well Their eyes of flesh had Been the Lord.

Tbe old-time legend iB not vain Nor vain thy art, Verona's Paul, Telliug it o'er and o'er again On gray Vkenza'a frescoed wall. Still wbereBoever pity shares Its bread with sorrow, want and Bin, And love the beggar's feast prepares, The uninvited Guest comes in. Unheard, because our ears are dull, Unseen, becaun our eyes are dim, He walks our earth, The Wonderful, And all good deeds are done to Him. ti. Whiltier in Ifrermber Harr's.

THE DEVIL AND TOM WALKER. One of Wualilnirtou Irving''! Bbetchea. I. A few miles from Boston, in Massachusetts, there iB a deep inlet, winding several miles into the interior of the country from Charles bay, and terminating in a thickly-wooded swamp or moraBS. On one side of this inlet is a beautiful dark grove on the opposite side tbe laud rises abruptly from the water's edge into a high ridge, on which grow a few scattered oaks of great age and immense size.

Under one of these gigantic trees, according to old Btories. there was a great amount of treasure bid by Kidd the pirate. The inlet allowed a facility to bring the money in a boat secretly aod at night to the very foot of the hill the elevation of the place permitted a good lookout to be kept that no one was at hand; while the remarkable trees formed good landmarks by which tbe place might be found again. The old stories add, moreover, that tho devil presided at the hiding of the money and took it under his guardianship but that, it is well known, he always does with buried treasure, particularly when it has been ill-gotten. Be that as it may, Kidd never returned to recover his wealth, being not long after seized in Boston, sent to Eugland, and there banged for a pirate.

About the year 1727, just at the time that earthquakes were prevalent in New England and shook many tall sinners down upon their knees, there lived near this place a meagre, miserly fellow by the name of Tom Walker. He had a wife as miserly as himself, and they were so miserly that they even conspired to cheat each other. Whatever tbe woman could lay hands on, she hid away; a hen could not cackle but she was on the alert to secure the new-laid egg. Her husband was continually prying about to discover her secret hoards, aud many and fierce were the conflicts that took place about what ought to have been common property. Tbey lived in a forlorn-looking house that Btood alone aud had an air of starvation.

A few straggling savin-trees, emblems of Bier-ility, grew near it no smoke ever curled from its chimney no traveller stopped at its door. A miserable hone, whose ribs were as articulate as the bars of a gridiron, stalked about a field where a thin carpet of moss, scarcely covering tbe ragged beds of pudding-Btone, tantalized and balked bis hunger; and sometimes he would lean his bead over the fence and look piteously at the passer-by, seeming to petition deliverance from this laud of famine. The house and its inmates had altogether a bad name. Tom's wife was a tall termagant, fierce of temper, loud of tongue and strong of arm. Her voice was often heard in wordy warfare with her husbaud, and bis face sometimes showed signs that their conflicts were not confined to words.

No one ventured to interfere between them, however. The lonely wayfarer shrank within himself at the horrid clamor and clapper clawing, eyed the den of discord askance, and hurried on his way rejoicing, if a bachelor, in his celibacy. Oue day Tom Walker had been to a distant part of the neighborhood, aud took what he consider a short way home, through the swamp. Like most short cuts it was an ill-choseu route. The swamp was thickly grown with great gloomy pines and hemlocks, some of them ninety feet high, which made it dark at noonday aud a retreat for all tbe owls in the vicinity.

It was full of pits and quag-mirf partly covered with weeds and mosses, where the green Burface often betrayed the traveller into a gulf of black, smothering mud there were also dark and stagnant pools, the abodes of tbe tadpole, the bull-frog aud tbe water snake, where the trunks of pines and hemlocks lay half-drowned, half-rotting, looking like alligators sleeping in tbe mire. Tom had long been picking his way through this treacherous forest, stepping from tuft to tuft of rushes sud roots, which afforded precarious footholds amoug deep pacing carefully, like a cat, along the prostrate trunks of trees, Btartled now and then by the sudden screaming of tbe bittern or the quacking of a wild duck rising on the wing from some solitary pool. At length be arrived at a firm piece of ground which ran out like a peninsula into the deep bosom of the swamp. It had been one of the strongholds of the Indians during their wars with the first colonists. Here they had thrown up a kind of fort, which they had looked upon as almost impregnable and had used as a place of refuge for their squaws and children.

Nothing remained of the old Indian fort but a few embankments, gradually sinking to the level of the surrounding earth, and already overgrown in part by oaks and other forest trees, the foliage of which formed a contrast to tbe dark pines and hemlocks of the swamp. It was late in the dusk of evening as Tom Walker reached the old fort, and he paused there awhile to rest himself. Any one but he would have felt unwilling to linger in such a lonely, melancholy place, for the common people had a bad opinion of it, owing to the stories handed down from the time of tbe Indian ware, when it was asserted that the sav. ages held incantations here and made sacrifices to the Evil One. Tom Walker, however, was not a man to be troubled with any fears of the kind.

He reposed himself for some time on the trunk of a fallen hemlock, listening to tho boding cry of the tree-toad, and delving with bis walk-ing-Btaff into a mound of black mould at his feet. Unconsciously turning up the soil, his staff struck against something hard. He raked it out of the vegetable mould, and lo I a cloven skull, with an Indian tomahawk buried deep in it, lay before him. The rust on the weapon showed the time that had elapsed since his death-blow bad been given. It was a dreary memento of the fierce struggle that had taken place in this last foothold of the Indian warriors.

"Humpb Baid Tom Walker, as he gave it a kick to shake the dirt from it. ''Let that skull alone said a gruff voice, Tom lifted up his eyeB, and beheld a great black man seated directly opposite him, on the Btump of a tree. He was exceedingly surprised, having neither heard nor seen any one approach and he was still more perplexed on observing, as well as the gathering gloom would permit, that the Bt ranger was neither negro nor Indian. It is true he waB dressed in a rude half Indian garb, and had a red belt or Bash swathed round bis body but his face was neither black nor copper-color, but swatby Bnd dingy, and begrimmed with soot, aa if he had been accustomed to toil among fires and forges. He had a shock of coarse black hair, that stood out from his bead in all directions, and bore an ax on hie shoulder.

He scowled for a moment at Tom with a pair of great red eyes. ty of broken pottery and burned stones which Mr. Hirschfelder thinks were nsed as missiles. An occasional flint head was aUo dug up. Upon the banks and in the fort stand a number of magnificent oaks 30 inches iu diameter and at least 300 years old testifying to the antiquity of the work.

Arcfoeolo- The Chautauqua Literary and Scientific Circle, concerning which many young people in this vicinity are becoming interested, is a new organization aiming to promote habits of study and reading, in connection with the routine of daily life, (especially among those whose educational advantages have been limited), bo as to secure to tbem the college student's general outlook upon the world and life, and to develop the habit of close, connected end persistent thinking. It iB a people's college, with a four years' couree of Btu-dy, embracing a broad view of History, Literature, Art, Science, Man and Life. It pro poses to encourage individual study in lines and by text-books which shall be indicated by local circles for mutual help and encouragement in such studies; by summer courses of lectures and "students' sessions," and by written reports concerning the work accomplished. The course of study prescribed by the L. 8.

covers a period of four years. A new class is formed every fall, into wbich students can enter as late as the first of January. Forty minutes a day utilized in this work will in most cases serve to accomplish the labor of the reading required. Many students give a larger amount of time to the service. In the class of '86 the class which joined the L.

S. in the fall of 18S2-there were enrolled over 14,000 members a much larger class will doubtless be formed in the present season, 183-'84. A pamphlet describing the "course of study," the diploma, the seals for farther study, tbe round tables, the publications of the L. S. will be forwarded on application to Miss K.

F. Kimball, at the central office of the organization 'it Plainfield, N. J. IX GENERAL A human skull recently unearthed at King-wood, West measured 40 inches around the forehead. MisB Elaine Goodale, the elder of the Sky Farm child-poets, is now teaching the Indians at the Hampton school in Virginia.

The late Gov. Washburn of Wisconsin left his children $1,000,000 apiece, and in his mother's name endowed a hospital in Milwaukee with $300,000. One of our German consuls reports that all the marriages between American girls and German noblemen which he has known of, 31 in number, have resulted in divorce, abandonment or separation. A Mississippi paper says while some persons were boring an artesian well in Lee county, that state, they found a log 325 feet under the earth, which was in a fair state of preservation and resembled poplar. The London Times mourns the decline of tbe watch trade in England, and attributes it to the use of new ideas aud inventions by American nnd Swiss workmen, while English artisaus stick to tbe methods of their forefathers.

The largest and richest nickel mines known to exist in the world are now being opened up in Nevada. Although these minea have been lying for years iu plain sight of a stage road, where people constantly travel, it is only very recently that their value has become known. A Manchester, N. paper, saya that a young woman, a weaver in one of the mills of that city, has started for Minneapolis, to look over a widower who wants to marry her. He pays her expenses out, and if Bhe doesn't like tbe looks of things he ia to pay her expenses back.

A Lafayette, lady a model wife and mother broke ber husband of the saloon habit by walking up to the bar beside him and calling for beer. She broke the awful silence as they walked home with the remark: "I love yon, my husband, and if you're going to hell I'm going right along with you." It takes fully a year and a half to convert tobacco into snuff, and it goes through very elaborate preparations. Like beer, it is allowed to ferment so as to become completely pickled, and is kept in this condition for at least six months. It is thsn subjected to a steam temperature of 240D, after which it is ground. All of the 13 New Yorkers who sat down to dinner on November 13, 1882, to defy superstition, again dined together on TueBday evening of last week.

On the left of each guest's plate was a gravestone bearing the wine-list, upon its right a coffin with the dinner list on it, and the ghastly spectacle was illuminated by 13 black candles. Boniface B. Dervo, an eccentric old bachelor who died a short time ago at Akron, left $24,000 for tbe erection of a hoapital, admission to which shall be without charge and withuut distinction of race, nationality, color or sex. If the amount is insufficient, it is to be kept until enough accumulates. The money was amassed by day wages.

James Eckler of Albany, the Nestor of locomotive engineers, baa just left tbe track because of failing eyesight. He began work on the Camden Amboy railroad in 1836, has been in continual service ever Bincethen, has the longest record of the kind of any man living, and never received a scratch and never had an accident of consequence on bis train. He ran trains in southern states for the federal army during the war, and had all sorts of escapes, but good luck everywhere followed his engine. A Hartford boy, who has served his employer faithfully and whose only conspicuous fault was excessive tobacco chewing, was offered last Saturday by a gentleman who feels an interest in him if he would drop tbe habit for a year. Two other men made simt-laroffers, and the boy resolved to earn thesis.

The next day he felt sick, on Monday he was worBe, on Tuesday he Bhook like a delirium tremens victim, and on Wednesday he took to his bed, from which at last accounts he had not been able to get up. Two newly-made graves in Alleghany cemetery at Pittsburg, are separated by but a narrow strip of green turf. One is the last resting-place of a wife who waa hidden from mortal sight not a year ago the other holds the mortal remains of a husband who walked this earth leas than 18 months since. About three months ago the widow was weeping over the husband's grave and the widower was weeping over the wife'a grave. Quite by chance they raised tbeir eyes, and the sorrow that levels all earthly forms, the touch of nature that produces a universal kinship, were there.

They spoke. He told his woes, and she related her trials. Then they wept in unison. Tbe next week they chanced to meet there again. Tbe third week they met there by appointment, and now they are married.

So records a local paper. Jim Baker, the oldest and most famous of all living frontier scouts, has just made a visit to Denver. He left civilization 47 years ago, and ever since has lived a wild life, and bis dislike of civilization is such that it is said he once declared that "the country was getting too crowded" and moved because an adventurous Irishman settled within 40 miles of him. He was with Fremont in hia explorations, with Gen. Harney in his Indian campaign, and with Albert Sidney Johnson in Utah.

In fact, he has been a great deal In government employ. Of course he has beon in a multitude of fights, but never received scratch in any of them, although the bursting of his own gun once maimed hia hands. In Donver he spent most of his time riding on the horse-cars. He is nearly 70 years old, straight and active, and lives quietly with an Indian wife well back in the mountaina. Malapropos.

A gentleman not long sinus was dining with a friend, and was asked to take down a certain lady. Now, among the guests waa a widow, whose huBband had not died in the odor of sanctity, and a married woman whoae husband had just gone to Oey-lon. The unfortunate thought ho had the married lady on his arm, but it was the widow. Turning to her with hia most fascinating amile, be eaid "Nice day this has been." "Do you think so It baa been so awfully hot 1" replied she. "Do you call lids hot?" said he, archly.

"Why, it is nothing compared to the place your husband has gone to. Editor's Drawer in December Uarper's. Teems Iu advance, per year, 31.50; if not paid within tiie year, J2.1K). Kates of Advukiisiko furnished on application Births, Deaths and Marriages published gratis Obituary Notices, Cards of Thanks, lie per inch of VI Hues or less. Entered at the Brattleboro Pott Ojfice as Mcond-clast mail matter.

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I). Start. (Continued from last week.) How Watch Cases are Made. jtrf'tsistfmauufiu'ture was invented by lloss, who started in business in 1S-1, and tbc methods and tools used in nmldng these watch cases are covered by p.iMits. IVits Ihe only watch case made uiuhr this process.

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In place of gold and silver, his iron chest was filled with chips and shavings two skeletons lay in his stable instead of his half-starved horses, and tbe very next day his great house took fire and was burnt to the ground. Such was the end of Tom Walker and his ill gotten wealth. Let all griping money-brokers lay this story to heart. The truth of it iB not to be doubted. Tbe very bole under tbe oak trees whence be dug Kidd's money is to be seen to this day and the neighboring swamp and old Indian fort are often hauntt in stormy nights by a figure on horseback, in morning-gown and white cap, which is doubtless the troubled spirit of the usurer.

In fact, tbe story has resolved itself into a proverb, and is the origin of that popular saying, so prevalent throughout New England, of "The Devil and Tom Walker." ftince Jllckr Wot Hill iu ibe War. "A plosion-claim agent Well, thin, Bor, You're the man that I'm wanting to see; I've a claim for a piuuon that's due me, Aud I waut yez to git it for me. Uell, no, bor, I niver was wounded, For the fact is I didn't inlisht, Though I would have been off in the army Hid I not had a boil uu me fishU "But me b'y, me poor Micky, was kilt, sor; Aud wbm poets the btory shall till, Sure ihe. country will thin be erectin' A mottumint there where he nil! He wasn't cut down wid a nabre, Nor shtrucb wid a big cannon-ball, But he Itaped from a four-story windy, An' bedtid be got kilt iu the fall "i'is, it was a rash leap to be ma kin1, Hut in faith, thin, he had to, i'ju Biire, for he heard ttum a-gblammiug and banging, And a-thryin' to break iu his dure. Tbey were going to capture poor Micky, An' to kape from their clutches, poor b'y.

He had to leap out o' tbe windy, And indade it was four stories high "N'S it wasn't the fall, sor, that killed him; It was the stopping so seddmt, you Bee, Whin he got to the bottom it jarred turn, And tht kilt him as dead as could he. Ocb, he the old flag, did brave Micky, And he died for his country, although He was not kilt in battle exactiy- He was leapiu' the bounties, you kuox. Twas tbe marshal was after him yis, sor; And in tact be was right at tbe door Whin he made de leap out o' de windy And he niver leaped bounties no more! So of cooree I'm intitled to pinsion, And tbe owld woman, too, ia, because We were both, sor, depiodint on Micky, The dariiiT, brave boy that be was. "Av coorse you'll not have auy tbrouble, So go on wid yez, now, sor, and till Out a lot o' thim blank affidavits, And I'll swear to thim ail, so I will. It is swate, yis, to die for one's couuthry, But, bedad, I can't help but abhor Thim bait lei where people get hurted, Since Micky got kilt in the war." J.

LflU in Army atui -Vary Juurml, Lutuer'a Lt luvi. When Luther reached his last birthday be was tired and sick at heart, and sick in body. In the summer of 145 be had wished to retire to his farm, but Wittenburg could not spare him, and be continued regularly to preach. His sight began to fail. In January, Viiii, he begun a letter to a friend, calling himself ''old, spent, wt-ary, cold, and with but one eye to tee On tbe 26th of that month be undertook a journey to Eisle-ben, where he had been born, to compose a difference between tbe Counts Mansfeldt.

He caught a chill on the road, but he seemed to shake it off, and was able to attend to business. He had fallen into the hands of lawyers, and tho affair went on but slowly. On the Hth of February he preached, aud as it turned out, for the last time, in Eisleben church. An issue in the leg, artificially kept open to relieve his system, had been allowed to heal for want of proper attendance. He was weak aud exhausted after tbe sermon.

He felt the end near and wished to be with his family again. "I will get home," he said, "and get into my coffin, and give the wormB a fat doctor." But wife and home he was never to see again, and be was to pass off the earth at the same spot where his eyes were first opened to the light. On the 17th be had a sharp pain in his chest. It went off, however. He was at supper in tbe public room, and talked with his usual energy.

He retired, went to bed, Blept, woke, prayed, slept again then at midnight called his servant "I feel strangely," be said, "I shall stay here I shall never see Eisleben." He grew restless, rose, moved into an adjoining room, and lay upon a sofa. His two boos were with him, with his friend Jonas. "It iB death," he said; "I am going; 'Father, into Thy hands I commend my Jonas asked him if he would still stand by Christ and the doctrine wbich he bad preached. He said, "Yes." He slept once more, breathing quietly, but bis feet grew cold. Between two and three in the morning he died.

The body lay in state for a day a likeness was taken of him before the features changed. A cast from the face was taken afterwards; tbe athlete expression gone, the essential nature of him grave, tender, majestic taking tbe place of it, ae his own disturbed life appears now when it is calmed down into a memory. The Elector, John Frederick, hurried to see him the Counts Mansfeldt ended beside his body the controversies which he had come to compose. On the 20th he was Bet on a oar to be carried back to Wittenberg, with an armed escort of cavalry. The people of Eisleben attended him to tbe gates.

Tbe cburch bells tolled in the villages along the road. Two days later he reached his last resting-place at Wittenberg. Melancthon cried after him as tbey laid him in the grave "My Father, my Father! The chariot of Israel and the horseman thereof." "How to obtain the life beyond" is the title of a 50-cent book. We will tell yon for a cent. Eat a cucumber.

Massachusetts girls are looking longingly toward California, where a woman only 2" years old has already had five husbands. Small boy "Pa did you know ma long before you married her Pa "No; I didn't know her until long after I had married ber." A German, writing in a Berlin paper of his campaigns, gives this interesting information "In this battle we lost the brave Oapt. Schule. A cannon-ball took off his bead. His last words were 'Bury me where I fell.1 What is that is it a oircus acrobat Oh, no, my son that is a man who is kicking himself.

What makes the man kick himself He has been to a masquerade party and flirted with his wife all tbe evening." Two little girls were Baying their prayers prior to being tucked in for tbe night. When both bad fiuished, the younger one climbed on her mother's knee and Baid in a confidential but triumphant whisper "Mamma, Clara only asked for ber 'daily I asked for 'bread and "Will you have cafe' noir or oafe au lait asked the hostess of Mre. Parvenu the other evening, the latter "having just returned from Europe." "I guess," answered Mrs. Parvenu wearily "I gueBS Iwon't take neither; them French puddin's is bo awful fillin', you know, and I've eat now more'n I'd oughter," "I believe I'll have to reduce your wages, John," said a miserly Bostonian to one of his employes the other day. "What for?" was Ihe query.

"Because things are coming down. The necessaries of life are cheaper, and you can afford to got along on smaller "I'd like to know what necessaries of life are cheaper," said John; "beef is as high as ever, flour hasn't dropped a cent, and coal is as dear as ever." "Well," aaid the employer, as he turned away, "at any rate tho price of postage stamps has been reduced inbi, however, partially Bolved the mystery. This showed the following record Fifteenth Regiment, Company Edward I. Ordway, 24 years of age, enlisted Sept. 18, lHi', credited to the town of Troy, died April 13, 1863.

The probabilites are that through some misdirection or mistake of the train men the body was taken off at St. Albans Btation, and as no one identified or claimed the remains they were interred by tbe authorities in tbe cemetery here to await the call of the friends of tbe dead soldier. W. D. Wilson, of this place says that be recognized the ambrotype found in the coffin as that of a servant girl by the name of Col-lins, who worked for him during the war.

He recollects that tbe girl kept company with a man by the name of Ordway, and that be enlisted in the service and subsequently died. He also recalls tbe fact that tbe father of young Ordway sent on to Washington for the remains of his dead bod, but that he never received the body nor heard of the where abouts of tbe dead soldier. The Ordway family moved from Troy to Northfield after the war, and if still residing there the remains will doubtless be forwarded to that place for reinterment A later paragraph from the Messenger says that the father of E. Ordway appeared Tuesday to claim the body of his son after liO years of waiting. Mr.

Ordway says that his son enlisted in September, 1862, having been married only a few weeks previous to that time. In tbe following April he was taken sick with black measles and died at Washington. There are three men now living at South Troy who saw the body of the dead soldier made ready for removal and his effects put into the box. The father was notified that the body had been forwarded to South Troy and the express on it paid. For three weeks he waited, expecting every day that the body would arrive, but it never came to his knowledge, and finally funeral services were held.

The Messenger says it was incidentally learned some time afterward that a box of some kind bad stood on the St. Albans depot platform for some eight or nine days aDd was then ordered to be buried, but Mr. Ordway never had any idea that the body of his son was buried here until he saw a notice of its disinterment. Gexebal Sheridan at Washington. I found him this morning in the seat bo lately occupied by bluff Tecumseh Sherman.

It is one of the best roomB in the war department building. It looks out upon Pennsylvania avenue just across from Corcoran's art gallery, and from its east windows you have a good view of the White House grounds. The room is large, and it is hong with oil paintings of western views, the taste of Sherman, who liked nothing better than life on the plains. The general sits at a desk in the east end of the room, and Sheridan was sitting there as I entered to-day. He rose to meet me and I paid my respects and those of tbe Leader in due form.

Sheridan looks much more like a soldier than Sherman. He is very erect, though short and fat, and his air ib martial and commanding. He dresses better than Sherman and looks as though he took more care of his personal appearance. He has a large face, a broad full forehead and fat cheeks of a dark red. He wears no beard, but his moustache, gray and well-trimmed, is decidedly handsome.

He is by no means a bad-looking man, this new bead of the army. He has a brave look, and, though his face bears many a wrinkle, as though much care had devolved upon him, it is a very pleasant one. His eyes form its chief characteristic. They are gray, small and as sharp as a nee dle. They seem to look right through you, and they always look right at you when he is tali in g.

'ihey bqow you that tbey nave a soul behind tbem, and if their owner is an gry they can, as the blood and thunder novel sajs, glare with a look of baleful hate. Gen. Sheridan has short, stiff gray hair, smoothly combed, broad shoulders, and short, heavy legs. He would, I think, look bigger on Horseback than on toot, and i doubt not as a cavalry commander be presented a very striking appearance. Cor.

Cleveland Herald, A Governoe's Fioht with a Deer. Edi tor Dern of the Altoona, Tribune, who accompanied Gov. Pattison in a recent hunting expedition in Sullivan county, gives the following Munchausen description of how the governor nsed his gun: "Everybody appeared to be anxious that the governor should get the first shot. Just on the other Bide of the bridge where the 'Fishing Greek Confederacy' bad its headquarters, and right on the rock where its fort is said to have been built, the governor was stationed. He did not have long to wait ere he saw the monster of the forest, a ten-pronged buck, with antlers like an elk's, coming directly for him.

They looked at one another for a moment, and then lost their tempers. The governor, with his trusty breech-loader, began to pour buckshot into the noble animal. This only served to en rage the buck the more. The space between the two rapidly diminished, the governor all the time pouring shot into his antagonist's face. As the glaring eyes of tbe buck came level with his enemy's, and his hot breath fanned his opponent's cheek, the governor, recollecting his strength for he iB a powerful and well-built man, standing 6 feet 2i inches in his stockings threw down his gun and grappled with his fierce foe.

Then began the tug of war. Down the Bteep mountain tbey rolled, first one on top and then tbe other, bounding from one steep cliff to another, until at last, when near the foot of the mountain, tbe governor succeeded in getting the buck's fore foot over his antlers, thus completely disabling bim. After getting himself free from the animal and taking a long breath, be drew from his belt a large hunter's knife and stabbed the buck to the heart During this great struggle his clothing wbs torn to sbredg and be looked more like a beggar than a governor. A sweet Bmile played over his countenance when told that he was 'the champion Vermont Woman's Suffraue Association. The woman's suffrage convention recently held at St.

JohnBbury resulted in the formation of a state association with the following officers: President, Mrs. M. L. P. Hidden of Lyndonville Vice Presidents, Mrs.

G. E. Davidson of Newfano, Kjv. I. J.

Freeman of Newport, Kev. Mr. Marion Peacham.John Burke of Albany secretary, MisB Laura Moore of Barnet treasurer, Mrs. S. A.

Nelson of West Burke committee on constitution. Mrs. T. Cutler, Mrs. H.

C. Ide, Mrs. B. F. Tillottson.

Mra. Flint, Mrs. Nelson. Addresses were made by H. B.

Blackwellof Bob-ton and H. C. Ide of St. Johnsbury. Mr, Ide was a state senator last year and secured the passage of the property right-bill for married women.

Mrs. Lucy Stone and Mrs. Howe also spoke. The report of tbe committee on constitution was adopted. The attendance was quite large and much interest manifested.

gistB are much interested in the discovery, and a more vigorous Bearch for relics and evidence of the manners and oustoms of an unknown past will be prosecuted with greater vigor. Hitherto Mr. Hirschfelder has prosecuted these explorations entirely at his own expense, but an organized effort to obtain government aid for this purpose will probably be made. An Interesting Archaeological Discovery in Canada. Mr.

C. A. Hirschfelder, Assistant United States Consul at Toronto, who bftB of late years devoted much attention to archaeological discoveries in the city, haB made another disoovery of great importance in Lamb ton county, near St. Clair river. Through Mr.

Hirschfelder 'a energy the existence of an ancient fort which has long been known to the residents in tho immediate vicinity has been brought before the public "Oh, go by various names. I am the wild Huntsman in some countries the black miner in others. In this neighborhood I am known by the name of black woodsman. I am he to whom the red men consecrated this spot, and in honor of whom they now and then roasted a white man, by way of sweet-smelling sacrifice. the red men have been exterminated by you white savages, I amuse myself by presiding at the persecutions of Quakers and Anabaptists; I am the great patron aud prompter of slave-dealers, and the grand-master of the Salem witches." "The upshot of all which is, that, if I mistake not," said Tom, sturdily, "you are he commonly called Old Scratch." "The same, at your service!" replied the black man, with a half-civil nod.

ii. Such feas the opening of this interview according to the old story although it has almost too familiar an air to be credited. One would think tliat to meet with such a singular persouage, in this wild, lonely place, would have shaken any man's nerves but Tom was a bard-minded fellow, not easily daunted.and he had lived so long with a termagant wife, that he did not fear the Devil. It is said that after this commencement tbey had a long and earnest conversation together, as Tom returned homeward. The black man told him of great sums of money buried by Kidd the pirate, under the oak trees on the high ridge, not far from the morass.

All these were under his command, and protected by his power, so that none could find them but such as propitiated his favor. These he offered to place within Tom Walker's reach, having conceived an especial kindness for him but they were to be had only on certain conditions. What these conditions were may be easily surmised, though Tom never disclosed them publicly. They must have been very hard, for be required time to think of them, and he was not a man to stick at trifles when money was in view. When tbey had reached the edge of the swamp, the stranger paused.

"What proof have I that all you have been telling me is true Baid Tom. "There's my signature," said the black man, pressing bis finger on Tom's forehead. So saying, be turned off among the thickets of the swamp, and seemed, as Tom said, to go down, down, down, into the earth, until nothing but his bead and shoulders could be seen, and soon, until be totally disappeared. When Tom reached home, he found tbe black print of a finger burnt, as it were, into his forehead, which nothing could obliterate. The first news his wife had to tell him was the sudden death of Absalom Crowinshield, the rich buccaneer.

It was announced in the papers with the usual flourish, that "A great man had fallen in Israel." Tom recollected the tree which his black friend had just hewn down, and which was ready for burning. "Let the freebooter roast," said Tom, "who cares He now felt convinced that all he had beard and seen was no illusion. He was not prone to let his wife into his confidence but as this was an uneasy secret, he willingly shared it with her. All her avarice was awakened at tbe mention of hidden gold, and she urgtd her husband to comply with the black man's terms, and secure what would make them wealthy for life. However Tom might have felt disposed to sell himself to the Devil, he was determined not to do bo to oblige his wife so be flatly refused, out of the mere spirit of contradiction.

Many and bitter were the quarrels they had on the subject but the more she talked, the more resolute was Tom not to be damned to please her. At length she determined to drive tbe bargain on hr own accouut, and if she succeeded, to keep all the gain to herself. Being of the same fearless temper as her husband, she set off for tbe old Indian fort toward tbe close of a summer's day. She was many hours absent. When she came back, she was reserved and sullen in her replies.

She spoke something of a black man whom she had met about twilight hewing at the root of a tall tree. He was Bulky, however, and would not come to terms she was to go again with a propitiatory offering, but what it was she fore-bore to say. Tbe next evening she Bet off again for the swamp, with her apron heavily laden. Tom waited and waited for her, but in vain midnight came, but she did not make Lor appearance; morning, noon, night returned, but still she did not come. Tom now grew uneasy for her safety, especially as he found she bad carried off in her apron the silver tea-pot and spoons, and every portable article of value.

Another night elapsed, another morning came but no wife. In a word, she was never heard of more. What was her real fate nobody knowB, in consequence of so many pretending to know. It is one of those facts which have become confounded by a variety of historians. Some asserted that Bhe lost her way among the tangled mazes of the swamp, and sank into some pit or slough others, more uncharitable, hinted that Bhe had eloped with the household booty, and made off to some other province; while otherB surmised that the tempter had decoyed her into a dismal quagmire, on the top of which her hat was found lying.

In confirmation of this, it was said that a great black man, with an axe on his shoulder, was Been laid that very evening coming out of the Bwamp, carrying a bundle tied in a check apron, with an air of surly triumph. The most current and probable Btory, however, observes that Tom Walker grew so anxious about the fate of his wife aud his property that he set out at length to seek tbem both at the Indian fort. During a long summer's afternoon he searched about the gloomy place, but no wife was to be seen. He called her name repeatedly, but she was nowhere to be heard. The bittern alone responded to his voice, as it flew screaming by or the bullfrog croaked dolefully from a neighboring pool.

At length, it is said, just in the brown hour of twilight, when tbe owls began to boot, and the bats to flit about, his attention was attracted by the clamor of carrion crows hovering about a cypress tree. He looked up, and beheld a bundle tied in a check apron, and hanging in tbe branches of the tree, with a great vulture perched hard by, as if keeping watch upon it. He leaped with joy for be recognized his wife's apron, and supposed it to contain tbe household valuablea. "Let us get hold of the property," Baid he, consolingly to himBolf, "and we will endeavor to do without the woman." As be scrambled up the tree, the vulture spread its wide wings, and Bailed off screaming into tbe deep shadows of the forest. Tom aeizod the checked apron, but, woeful sight 1 found nothing but a heart and liver tied up in it I Such, according to this most authentic old Btory, was all that wan tobe found of Tom's wife.

Bhe bad probably attempted to deal with the black man as Bhe had been accustomed to deal with her husband but though a female scold is generally considered a match for the devil, yet in this instanco she appears to have had the worst of it. She must have died game, however for it ib said Tom noticed many prints of oloven feet deeply stamped about the tree, and found handfuls of nair, that looked aa it tbey bad been devil himself could not tempt him to turn slave-trader. Finding Tom bo pqueamish on this point, he did not insist upon it, but proposed instead that he should turn usurer, the devil being extremely anxious for the increase of usurers, looking upon them as his peculiar people. To this no objections were made, for it was just to Tom's taste. "You shall open a broker's shop in Boston next month," said the black man.

"I'll do it to-morrow, if you wish," said Tom Walker. "You shall lend money at two per cent, a month. "Egad, I'll charge four," said Tom Walker. "Y'ou shall extort bonds, foreclose mortgages, drive the merchants to bankruptcy" "I'll drive them to tbe 1 cried Tom. "Y'ou are the usurer for my money said blacklegs with delight.

"When will you want the rhino "This very night." "Done said the devil. "Done!" said Tom Walker. So tbey shook bands and struck a bargain. A few days' time saw Tom Walker seated behind his desk in a counting -ho use in Boston. ill.

Tom's reputation for a ready-moneyed man, who would lend money out for a good consideration, soon Bpread abroad. Everybody remembers tbe time of Governor Belcher, when money was particularly scarce. It was a time of paper credit. The country had been deluged with government bills, the famous Land Bank had been established there had been a rage for speculating; the people bad run mad with schemes for new settlements for building cities in the wilderness land-jobbers went about with maps of grants, and townships, and Eldorados, lying nobody knew where, but which everybody was ready to purchase. In a word, the great speculating fever which breaks out every now and then in the country had raged lo au alarming degree, and everybody was dreaming of making sudden fortunes from nothing.

As usual tbe fever bad subsided the dream had gone off, and the imaginary fortunes with it the patients were left in doleful plight, and the whole country resounded with the consequent cry of "hard times," At this propitious time of public distress did Tom Walker set up as usurer in Boston. His door was soon throngt-d by customers. The needy and adventurous the gambling speculator; the dreaming laud jobber; the thriftless tradesman the merchant with, cracked credit in short, every oue driven to raise money by desperate means aud desperate sacrifices, hurried to Tom Walker. Thus Tom was the universal friend of the needy, and acted like "friend in need that is to say, be always exacted good pay and eood security. In proportion to tbe distress of the applicant was the hardness of his terms.

lie accumulated bonds ana mortgages gradually squeezed his customers closer and closer and sent them at length, dry as a sponge, from his door. In this way he made money hand over hand: became a rich and mighty man, and exalted bis cocked hat upon 'Change. He built himself, as usual, a vast house, out ot ostentation but left thr greater part of it unfinished and unfurnished out of parsimony. He evf-n set up a carnage in the fullness of his vainglory, though ho nearly starved the horses wbich drew it; and as the ungreased wheels groaned and screeched on the axle-trees, you would have thought you heard the souls of the poor debtors be was squeezing. As Tom waxed old, however, ho grw thoughtful.

Having secured the good things of this world, he began to feel anxious about those of the next. He thought with regret on the bargain he had made with bis black friend, and set his wits to work to cheat him out of the conditions. He became, therefore, all of a sudden, a violent church goer. He prayed loudly and strenuously, as if heav en were to be taken by force of lungs. Indeed, one might always tell when he had sinned most during the week, by the clamor of his Sunday devotion.

The quiet unristians who had been modestly and steadfastly trav eling Ztonward were struck with selt-re- proaoh at seeing themselves so suddenly outstripped io tbeircareer by Ibis new-made con- i vert Tom was as rigid in religious as in money matters he was a stern supervisor 1 and oensurer of his neighbors, and seemed to think every sin entered up to their account became a credit on his own side of the page. He even talked of tbe expediency of reviving the persecution of Quakers and Anabaptists. In a word, Tom's zeal became as notorious as his riches. Still, in spite of all this strenuous attention to forms, Tom had a lurking dread that the devil, after all, would have his due, That he might not be taken unawares, therefore, it ia said he always carried a small Bible in bis coat-pocket. He had also a great folio Bible on bis counting-houBe desk, and would frequently be found reading it when people called on business on such occasions be would lay his green spectacles in the book, to mark the place, while he turned round to drive some usurious bargain.

Some eay that Tom grew a little crack-brained in his old days, aud that fancying his end approaching, he had his horse new shod, saddled and bridled, and buried with his feet uppermost; because be supposed that at the last day the world would be turned upside-down in which case he should find hia horse standing ready for mounting, and be was determined at the worst to give his old friend a run for it. ThtB, however, ia probably a mere old wiveB' fable. If be really did take such a precaution, it was totally superfluous; at least 60 sayB the authentic old legend, which closes bis story in the following manner. One hot summer afternoon in tho dog-days, just as a terrible black thunder-gust was coming up, Tom sat in bis counting-house, in his white linen cap and India Bilk morning-gown. He waB on the point of foreclosing a mortgage, by which he would complete the ruin of an unlucky land-speculator for whom he had professed the greatest friendship.

The poor land-jobber begged him to grant a few months' indulgence. Tom had grown testy and irritated, and refused another day. "My family will be ruined and brought np-on tbe parish," said the land-jobber. "Charity begins at home," replied Tom "I must tako care of myself in these bard times." "You have made bo much money out of me," Baid the speculator. Tom lost his patience and his piety.

"The devil take me," said he, "if I have made a farthing Just then there were three loud knocks at the street door. He stepped out to aee who was there. A black man was holding a black horse, which neighed and stamped with impatience, "Tom, you're come for," said the black fellow, gruffly. Tom shrank back, but too late. He had left Mb little Bible at the bottom of his cout pocket, and his big Bible on the desk buried uud-jf tbe mortgage he was about to foreclose nover was sinner taken more unawares.

The black man whisked him like a child into the saddle, gave the horse the laBh, and away he galloped, with Tom on bis back, in.