'Price wftrn'f; no special object to you, scorns ; and I reckon I'd becter ha' said five dollars more. Pity I didu'*, know you w.i-i coaiia' 'long.' He wrote the certificate); aud, a3^he passoA it over ths counter, said — < Kind o'likely yoaVe a sight of interest in

fchati mauaint) ?' ' lea,' said I, 'more interest than you could make out, with all your guessing. And I'll tell yoa what j if you'll tell me where you got it, I'll tell you why I've bought it.' <\Ye— ell, now,' ho replied, 'when you vysntei to buy, I handed over the goods before you produced the cash ; so, if you're e oi a ' to ges a pricß out o' me for your facn'ly story, guess you'd best show the article <V; another time I could have laughed at his excessive caution ; bus my mood was nob merry just; then, and I said — « Tins watch was my grandfather's ; then my father's ; theu my brocuer's —' •Car'ua s"aafc 5 aad now >cis y°urs-' ' ily brother wag supposed to have been loafc'a'j sea, when his sliip foundered with all hands ; and ho h<vl this watch with him.' (p' aJff L ew !' he whistled. 'That nar ra fivd leaks, somewhere. 'Taint possible that; waioU awam ashore by itself, I don't ' Thai's just why I want to know how it cams into your possession. i \Vo—oil there 1 Sbrike me stupid if I dicb's always oalc'iate there was some hias'ry 'bout thffi time-ongine,' eaid the storekeeper. 'Now, I'm getting' curious, a n' I'll jes' go round \?ith you to the man 1 had it of.' Tiii-i was mare then I expected ; but he csliei aa assistant, and then accompanied me on; of the shop. As we wont along, calling a jj a \j M - for the inevitable ' moistener' on the wa y oe told rae that he had bought the watch about two years before from the OWQ sr of a sailor's boardiaghouse, about w ho3e character he was not prepared to say any'-ut'-i■■', oi one sore or another. ' Aanyuow,' he added, ' I gusss he'll find it boys ~zo speak straight, when I get within In this, the jeweller's confidence did not mislead him. The boarding house keeper was a Scotchman, who proved worthy of hj.j countrymen's character for prudence. He remembered the watch, as, indeed, anyone who tr~' ever seen ii must; and assured us that such a trinket could not have passed throucb h;s!?a!ii3 without leaving traces in hi-, bow-ks. deferring to these, he speedily f oua r3 s .r, entry, showing that he had receiv ed i; from :■ ' uion of color,' who was under stood' to be a ship's cook or steward ; and thai «ac man had boarded in the house at a cUta "which, by my reckoniug, wag about fifteen or eighteen months after the los 3of tn^'B.-rk-jy.' The jjeotohmaa had written - f o m "V rocoipi for the money ho gave for tho Wii'ub sod this the seller h?.d signed wi'bhacrosa, giving the name of Paul Gour iay It nay doubs could still have lingered in mv oiind, is must have been cci; at rest whsa She Scotchman said, in reply to my fiual quesoioa— Tii no 1)0 sairten abooo tae precise features o' the mm, for yell reaiembar isa awhile a'one nao ; but o' this I'm pair feosly fWiurdd—sha.S the niggar was rs till a3 iuak as' as black a«s the cle'l himsel'.'

Chatter V. ■\~-l nor/ cho final sfc*ge of this story draws near. It will not bo suppose'! that thosa four years had gone ove» me without leavin" traces on my character and he»lU\T Sob unnaturally as I grew older, I became !•> personal sippaaranao what Jack had besn, except that the loug, wearing grief ofVy" boreavecuent, and the unquenehed, uns'ti ii;d passion of my revengs had worn mts iaa aba low of his noble form. More than oncJ in foreign pates, Iliadb.enstartled by some voice speaking the name ot John W 4 sorr.oa in my ear ; and, turning, found gome" oil "hiprnate or friead of his eager to srasy his hand. My story carried mourning to every heart that hai known his wor.'.h : all the more that, novy I had the watch for m-aof I did not hesitate to hint suspicion that Jack had had foul play. Bat thia relic carried no conviction to their annas : •Most Hkely,' they said, 'poor Jack had boon compelled to sell o.- pawn it before it came iuto «bo hands of the nigger' What more could L have expected? Only tome wa3 tlio convincing Vision known, and of thai I did aot dare to speak. For more fciian twelve months had I carried that waboh, when, on the voyage homo from India I caught a virulent fever. I was taken ashore in a hammock from tns r. ana 6 stoatnef in Southampton Water, and lodsed in Infirmary. The faver had spent its fo-cs ■ but I had long been failing, my health gradually and surely wasting, and this diaeasa only had been wanting to complete the wreck. There were some slight signs, however, of returning strength, and on the second oven ing uffcer my admission to the hoapual I was placed la the convalescent ward. Too feeble beta in body and ia mind to exeri; myself, I lav upon aiy back on the bed pointed out to ma as mine. It was already dusk, and the room being long and large, I could not ses distinctly any of the occupants, and only knew that; there were several by the low murmur of Lheir voices. All else waa calm and still ; and for once, while my body was ftea from pain and excessive weakness, my mmci waa tranquil. Never siuce I had farst siopt in the ice cavo in the i Jolar Sea had I been so nsariy happy, and I remember that my List walkiDg sensation that evening was ouc of vfigne, half-wistful, childlike, woadei-inent, how or why happiness in any degree should visit me once more. With this question in my thoughts, I fell asleep and dreamed.

A ploaiant dream at first of meadows v/hofo tiio trii Krsaaancl fragrant clover filled v.iis eye with beauty and fcheair with perfume, where sparkling brooks purliug in their shingly bads, and a hundred merry songsters overhaul, made melody ia keeping wich the :i;ul auc* gloriona sunshine of a cloudless summer's ciay. Jaclc and I were bays again, rolling on i-ho luxuriant mead, chasiug each other up the goaded old trees and out upon their broad aud bra-.rny arm?, paddling bare legged i:i the beck, chasing the minnows and buli-heada, frightening the water-rats back to their holes, aud auon. dashing into the deep

water of tha pool where wo first learned to swim. Then I thought I heard the voices singing in our little church, and Jack and I were standing hand-in-hand by the low, green mound, beneath which lay all that remained on. earth of that mother whom neither of us had knowa, but whom we longed to go and meet in heaven. Tbe psalm ceased, and only one voice was heard —coming slowly nearer and nearer, down the aisle, out through the porch, along the church-yard path, round the corner of the nave, and straght on to my mother's grave. I saw the clergyman in his suiplice, reading from an open book ; and behind cjine those who carried one more dead to tbe last home. Strangely the dream changed j for I saw my brother, no longer a child, but a tall, sunburnt man, walking as chief mourner ; and then I knew that it waa I over whom they wore reading the noble words thut Lell of certain immortality. I was in ths grave, the set-vice done ; I heard the lingering footßteps as the mourners turned away ; the sexton took up the work, and the clods fell heavy on my braast. Down down, down, they crushed ; and I whu should have been dead, was panting for air, wriching in the agonies of suiFuoaiion. With a superhuman effort, i struggled, and cried aloud my brothers name—ohe name was ringing in the i 1 iuji when I awoke from 1113' dream, and oh, horror of honor! — there, by my bedside, with oiia gigantic hand pressed down upon my heart, and the other grasping at my throat, and his monstrous eye bails rolling in mingled hace and terror as he glared upon me. waa the black liend whom I had seen ia my Vision, when. Brother Jack was murdered by Lid hand i

With such strength as I shall never have again, I sprang from his grasp, and we stood f^ce to face, with the narrow bod between us. The mans tor's dusky visage grew ghastly grey with terror, as he found breath to cry—

' Mas-sa Wa'ton ! Back from dead !'

Tiie shouts of the othor patients had sum moued the attendants from without, aud they wars hiisteniug Co psrt U3, watsn I held up Jack's watch before the negro's eyes, and transfixed him with the proof. With an appaliiag yell, he ilang up his bony arms, and fell backwards, apparantly dead ; but he waa ouly in a rib. When he waa roused, he proved to be hopelessly in sane, ami was removed to an asylum, where he soon afterwards died.

The Obituary Writer.

A bather unusual sensation has been excited id the village by the ' Morning Argus' within aday or two ; and while most of the readers of that wonderful sh;.*et have thus been supplied with amusement, the soul of the editor has been filled with gloom and wrath and despair. Colonel Bangs recently determined to engage an assistant to take the place made vacant by the retirement of the eminent art-critic, Mr. Murphy, and he found in one of the lower counties of the State, a person who ap peared to him to be suitable. The name of the new man is Slimmer. He has often contributed to the ' Argus' verses of a dis tressing character, and I suppose Bangs must have become acquainted with him through the medium of the correspondence thus begun. No one in the world but Bangs would ever hare selected such a poet for an editorial position Bat Bangs is singular—he is exceptional. He never operates in accordauce with any known laws, and he is more likely to do any given thing in such a fashion as no other person could possibly have adopted for the purpose. As the ' Argus' is also ' sui generis,' perhaps Bangs does right to con duct it in a peculiar manner. But he mide a mistake when he employed Mr. Slimmer.

The colonel, in his own small way, is tolerably shrewd, He tiad observed fhe disposition of persons who have becu be reaved of their relatives to give expression to their feelings in rerse, and it occurred to him that it might bo profitable to use Slimmer'a poetical talent in such a way a:-) to make the 'Argus'avery popular vehicle for the conveyance to the public of notices of deaths. That kind of intelligence, he well knew, is especially interesting to a very large class or readers, and he believed that if he could odor a grafcutious verse to accompany the obituary paragraph, the Argus' would not only attract advertise ments of that description from the country round about the village, but it would secure a much larger circulation.

When Mr. Slimmer arrived, therefore, and entered upon the performance of his duties, Colonel Bangs explained his theory to the poet, and suggested that whenever a death-notice reached the office, he should immediately write a rhyme or two which should express the sentiments most suit able to the occasion.

' You understand, Mr. Slimmer,' said the Colonel, 'that when the death of an individual is announced, I want you, as it were, to cheer the members of the afflicted family with the resources of your noblo art. I wish you to throw yourself, you may say, into their situation, and to give them, f'r instance, a few lines about the deceased, which will seem to be the ex pression of the emotion which agitates the breasts of the bereaved.'

' To lighten the gloom in a certain sense,' said Mr. Slimmer, ' and to —'

1 Precisely,' exclaimed Colonel Bangs. ' Lighten the gloom. Do not mourn over the departed, but rather take a joyous view of death, which, after all, Mr. Siim raer, is, as it were, but the entrance to a better life.'

' Therefore, I wish you to touch the heart-strings of the afllicted with, a tender hand, and to endeavour, f'r instance, to divert their minds from contemplation of the horrors of the tomb.'

' IlefrMin from despondency, I suppose, and left their thoughts to —'

' Just so! And ab the same time com bine elevating sentiment with such

practical information as you can obtain from the advertisement. Throw a glamour of poesy, f'r instance, over the common place details of the everyday life of the deceased. People are fond of minute descriptions. Some facts useful for this purpose may be obtained from the man who brings the notice to the office ; others you may perhaps be able to supply from your imagination.'

' I think I can. do it first-rate,' said Mr. Slimmer.

' But, above all,' continued the colenel, 'try always to take a bright view of the matter. Causo the sunshine of smiles, as it were, to burst through the tempest of tears ; and if we don't make the ' Morning Argus' Imm around this to-vn, it will be queer.' Mr. Slimmer had charge of the editorial department the next day, during the ab sence of Colonel Bangs in Wilmington. Throughout the afternoon and evening death notices arrived ; and when one would reach Mr. Slimraer's desk, ho would lock the door, place the lingers of his lett hand among his hair, and agonise until he succeeded in completing a verse that seemed to him to accord with his instrue-, tions.

The next morning Mr. Slimmer pro ceeded oalnily to the office for the purpose of embalming in sympathetic verse the memories of other departed ones. As he came near to the establishment heobserved a crowd of people in front of it, struggling to get into the door. Ascending some steps upon the other side of the street, he overlooked the crowd, and could see within the office the clerks soiling papers as fast as they could handle them, while the mob pushed and yelled in frantic efforts to obtain copies, the presses in the cellar meanwhile clanging furiously. Standing upon the curbstone in front of the office there was a long row of men, each of whom was engaged in reading the ' Morning Argus ' with an earnestness that Mr. Slimmer had never before seen dis played by the patrons of that shoot. The bard concluded that either his poetry had touched a sympathetic chord in the popular heart, or that an appalling disaster had occurred hi some quarter of the globe. He went around to the back of the office, and ascended to tho editorial rooms. As he approached the sanctum, loud voices were heard within Mr. Slimmer deter mined to ascertain tho cause before entering. He obtained a chair, and placing it by the side of the door, he mounted and peeped over the door through the transom. There sat Colonel Bangs, holding the 'Morning Argus'in bothhands, while the fringe which grew in a semicircle around the edge of his bald head stood straight out. until he seemed to resemble a gigantic gun-swab. Two or three persons stood in front of him in threatening attitudes Slimmer heard one of them say : ' My name is McG-lue, sir !—William McGlue !' I am a brother of the late Alexander McGMue. I picked up your paper this morning, an 1 perceived in it an outrageous insult to my deceased relative, and I have eoino around to demaud, sir, what you mean by tho following in famous

language : 1 The death-angel smote Alexander McGlue And gave him protracted repose ; Ha wore a, checked shirb and a Nutnbor Nino Shoe, And he had a pink wavt ou his nose. No doubt h-i is happier dwelling in Spacs, Over there, on She evergreen shore, .din friends are informed thaj his funeral takes plaoo Precisely as quarter-past four.' ' This is simply diabolical ! My late brother had no wart; ou his nose, sir. tie had upon his noso neither a pink, wart, nor a green wart, nor v ereail colored wart, nor a wart of any other color. It is a slander ! It is a gratuitous insult to my family, and 1 distinctly want you to say WHAT i'OU MISAN by SUcIl Conduct ?'

'Really, sir,' said Bungs, 'itis a mis take. This is tho horrible work of a miscreant in whom I reposed perfect confidence He shall be punished by my own hand for this outrage. A pink wart! Awful ! sir—awful! Tho miserable scoundrel shall suffer for this—he shall, indeed !'

'How could I know, 1 murmured Mr. Slimmer to the foreman, who with him was listening, ' that the corpse hadn't a pink wart ? I used to know a man named McGlue, and he had one, arid I thought all the McGlues had- This comes of irregularites in families.' ' And who,' said another man, address ing the editor, ' authorised you to print this hideous stuff about my deceased son ? Do you mean to say, Bangs, that it was not with your authority that your low comedian inserted with my advertisement thefollowingscandalous burlesque? Listen to this :

' Wiliie had a purple monkey climbing on a yellow stick, And when he sucked the paiui all off it made him deathly sick ; Aod in his latest hours he clasped that monkey in hia hand, Aud bade good-bye to earth and wen!; i n f, o a better land.

' Oh ! no more he'll shoot his sister V7ith his iittie wooden gun;

And 110 more he'il twisfc the pussy'd tail and make her yowJ, for fua. The pussy's tail now stauds out straight; the gun is laid aside ; The monkey doesu'a jump around since little Willie died.'' ' ■

' The atrocious character of this libel will appear when I say that my son was twenty years old, and that he died of liver complaint.' ' Infamous ! utterly infamous!' groaned

the editor, as he cast his eyes over tho lines. 'And the wretch who did this still remains unpunished ! It is too much!'

'And yet,' whispered Slimmer to tho foreman, 'he told mejtolighten the gloom, and to cheer the afflicted family with the resources of my art; and I certainly thought that idea about the monkey would have that effect, somehow, Bangs is ungrateful !' Just then there was a knock at the door and a woman entered, crying. ' Are you the editor ?' she inquired of Co'onel Bangs. Bangs said he was.

• W-w-well !' she said, in a voice broken by sobs, ' vvh-what d'you mean by publishing this kind of poetry about m-iny child ? M-my name is Sm Smith ; and w-vvheu I looked this m-motniug for tho notice of Johnny's d-death iv your paper, I saw this scandalous verse :

'Four doocora iackicd Johnny Smith.— They blistered ami fchoy bled him ; With squills am! ,-juti-bilious pills Aud lpfioac, they f*ifl him. Th;<y Btirred hira up with calom-1, Aud fcriud U> raovo his liver ; But ail iv vain -lily littlasoul Was wafted1 o'er The River.'

' It's false ! false ! and mean ! Johnny only had ona doctor. And they d-dilu'i bl-bleed him and b-blister him. It's a wicked falsehood, arid you're a hard hearted brute f-f-for printing it !'

' Madam, [ shall go crazy !' exclaimed Bangs. ' Tin's is not my work. It is the work of a villain whom 1 will slay with my own hand as soon as he comes in. Madam, the miserable outcast shall die !'

'Strange! strange!' said Slimmer. ' And this man told me to combine ele vating sentiment with practical informa tion. If the information concerning the s"uills and ipecac, is not, oracdcal, I have misunderstood the \isi> of that word. And if young Smith didn't have four doctors. it was an outrage, lie ought to have had them, and they ought to have excited his liver Tims it is that human life is sacrificed to carelessness.'

At this juncture the sheriff entered, his brow clothed with thunder. He had a copy of the ' Morning Argus' in his hand. He approached the editor, and pointing to a death-notice, said :

'Head that outwjyoous burlesque. p.n<l tell me the name of '-ho writer, so that T can chastise him.'

The editor road a; follows : ' Ye havo los"; oar little Flaanpr in a very painful manner, And wo offeea nakoi, How can her har-'i sufferings bo h-.)rn.o ? Wheu • or dasth iirst •■•■">■•'■ rep-,rr.i-!cl, he:- auu g )t up .'fii >!■■ ud With th« nvi{ ihu,c aha Buppoj'uerl, for it; made hor fool fi>rlorn. She hna such a little seraph fh*t her faUiu*. Mho is fiiiorilf, Rcaliy dosen't scorn to cara if ho nc'or smiles iv lifo again. She has gono, w.i hope t;j heavau, at tho early i^e of mwen (Fanerdl starts off at cloven), where sin 1 uovormore have pain.'

'As in consequence of tins, I withdraw all the county advertising from your paper. A man who could trill.? in this manner with tho feelings of a parent is a savage and a scoundrel!'

As the sheriff went out, Colonel Bangs placed his head upon the table, and groaned.

' lleally,' Mr. Slimmer said, 'that per son must bo deranged, i fried, in his cas^, to put myself in his place, and to wriic as if I wan one of tlie family, neeoriinu ;•> instructions. The versos ar beautiful That allusion to the grief of the aunt particularly, seemed to mo to bo Vi:ry happy. It expresses violent emotion with n felicitous combination of sweetness and force. These people have no soul —no appreciation of the beautiful in art.' While the poet mused, hurried steps were hoard upon the stairs, and in a moment a middle-aged man dashed in abruptly, and seizing the Colonel's scat tered hair bumped his prostrate head against the table three or four times with considerable force. Having expended iho violence of his emotion in this manner, ho held the editor's head down with one hand, shaking it occasionally by way of emphasis, and with the other hand seized the paper, and, said :

' You disgraceful old reprobate ! You disgusting vampire ! You hoary-headed old ghoul ! What d'you mean by putting such stuff as this in your paper abour. my deceased son ? What d'you mean by printing such awful doggerel at this, you depraved and dissolute ink-slinger—you imbecile quill-driver, you:

"Oh ! bury Bartholomew out in bhe woods, In a beautiful hole fn the ground, Wheio the bumblebees buzz and the wood peckers slug And the sbnuldie-buga tumble arouad : So that, in winter, when the snow aud the slush Have covered his laifc little bed, His brother Arfcwiias eaa go oat with Jane And visit thepiaoo with his sled ' 'I'll teach you to talk about straddle bugs ! I'll instruct you about slush ! I'll enlighten your insane old intellect on the .subject of singing woodpeckers ! What do you know about Jane and Arteuaas you wretched buccaneer, you despicable butcher of the English language P Go out with a sled! I'll carry you out in a hearse before I'm done with you, you deplorable lunatic !' ■At the.end of cv.cry phrase, the visitor I gave the editor's head a fresh knock against the table When the exorcise was ended, Colonel Bnngs explained, and apologised in the humblest manner, prom ising'at the same time to give his assail-

I nut a chance to flog Mr. Slimmer, who was A expected to arrive in a few moments. - ' The treachery of this man,' murmured the poet to the foreman, 'is dreadful. Didn't he desire me to throw a glamour of poesy over commonplace details ? But for that I should never have thought of alluding to woodpeckers and bugs, and other children of Nature. The man objects to the remarks about the sled. Can the idiot know that it. was necessary to have a rhyme for ' bed r" Can he sup poso that I could write poetry without rhymes ? The man is a lunatic ! He ougiu not to be at large !'

lirtrdly hud the indignant aud energetic parent of Bartholomew departed, when a man with red hair and a ferocious glare in hia eyes entered, carrying a club, and accompanied by a savage-looking dog. 'I want to see the editor,' he shouted, Agh istly pallor overspread the Colonel's face, and he sail.

' The editor is not in.' ' Well, when will he bo in, then?' 'Nob for a week—for a month —for a year -for ever ! Me will never come in any more!' screamed Bangs. 'He has gone to youth. Atneriea, with the intention fco remain there during the rest of his life. Lie lias departed, He tins lied, ff you want to dee him, you had better i'ollow him to the equator if o will be glad to see yoa. I would advise you, as a friend, to take the next boat—to start at once' That is unfortunate,' said the man ; * I came all the way from Delaware Oify for the purpose of battering him up a lot, with this club.' ' Ha will be sorry, 1 said Bangs, sarcas tically. 'He will regret missing you. I will write to hioi, and mention that you dropped in.' : M} name is McFadden,' said the man. ' I cam.; to brake tlie head of the man who wrote til it obituary poetry about my wife. If you don't tell me who prepetrated the iblloiviug, 1 will break yours for you. Where's tho man who wrote this ? Pay attention :— ' Mrs. McFu,tldea has goae from fciiia life ; She nas left ail its s ,r. owu and cures ; Shu caughi; the rheumatics ia both of htr VVnilesorabiiiug bhe eeiler, and stairs. Ta«y oa.; musj.uiu-pLs.i.r.j ul/uii her ia vaiu ; T a ■■!_■.•' '<ii.ih.ii-i ici' wi"i 1 vhUky aad rum; ;>u . T.iiUo-1. y hur-.-piriii vie..a. >_-d aad left ;i..r b.inj e^.iniiy nutnb.' ■ Th > man mo held the late ?»lrs. vJeiAidd-.n up to bhe scorn or'an unsym [>aiheiic world in that shocking manner," -n\.\ the editor, 'is r.uined James B. iSlir iiiipr. lie boards in Blank-street, j-'ouriii door from the corner. I would adviso 3'ou to cali on hicu and avenge vlrs M • \Fn iden s wrongs with an nit'.-iiii.x: ur.; of club and dog-bites.' /And this,' sighed the poet, outside the door, ' is the man who told me (o divert AlcFadrieu's mind from contempktioa of, the horrors of tho tomb It was this monster who counselled me to make the unshine of MuPadden's smiles burst tlirouj>h tho teaipestol MeFaddeu's tears, if that red-headed monster couldn't smile over that allusion to whisky aud ruin, if those remarks about the rheumatism in her logs could not divert his mind from the horror.- of the tomb, was it my fault? McFaddeu »roveis ! He knows no more about poetry than a mule Icaows abouc the Shorter Caieehi-rn '

[he pet clett'imiQ.-d to leare before a'l.y OiOvu criticising worn made upon his performances? . liejuiuueJ -i iwu fr.uia ins ouair, an I crept soi l/..t:> v .1-i.s she back siaii case. Thr story told by the foreman'"rt>!aoSS-H tbat Colonel Bdnsjs at ihe same instant re solved to escape auy iurllmr persecution, and ho niovodoii'in the direction taken oy the poet. The two met upon the landing, and tho Colonel was about to quarrel with Slimmer, when »v enraged old woman who hud been her way upstairs sud donly plunged uor umuerellaat Bangs, and hold him in a corner while she handed a copy ol the ' Argus' to Slimmep, and point ing to a certain stanza, asked him to read it aloud. JI c did so with a somewhat trem ulous voice, and with frightened glances at the enraged Colonel. The verse was as follows :—

' Litt-le Alexander's dead ; Jim iuin iv a cotfhi; Dun'a have ab good v, chance For a fun'ral often. Rush hia body rigliu around To the OEtueEcry ; Drop him ia the sepulchre YVuh hia Uncie Jerry.'

The Colonel's assailant accompanied the recitation with such energetic remarks as ih se ;

• Oh, you willin ! D'you hear that, you wretch p What d'you mean by writin' of my grandson in that way ? Take that, you serpint! Oh, you wiper, you ! tryiu' to break a lone widder's heart with such scaii'.i'ious lies as them ! There you willin ! I kimmere to haiunier you well with this here umbreller, you owdacious wiper you! Take that, and that, you wile, indecent, disgustin' wagabone*! When you knew well enough that Aleck never h»d no Oucle Jerry, and never bad no uncle in no sepulchre anyhow, you wile wretchj you !

When Mr. Slimmer had concluded his portion of ( the enJertainment, be left the Colonel m the hands of the enemy and fled. He has not been seen in New Castle since that, day, and it is supposed that he has returned to Sussei County for the purpose of conunuiog in private his dilliance with the Muses. Colonel Ban^s appears to have, abandoned the idea ot establishing a depajtment of obituary poetry> and the

EVENING STAR SUPPLEMENT, NOVEMBER 25, 1876.