speak of what has occurred to Miss Mid harst, or to any one else. Did I say any thing ?" " Something I did not catch. You spoke of the sad death of Mrs Grey in the Rod well. You said, I think, that you saw the Rod well, in which your wife was, blown up. Really, I was too much alarmed for your self to think of what you said."

••Ah," sighed Grey in a tone of profound relief. "You weie telling me something that interested me very much when I had the misfortune to interrupt you. Let me see. What was it?"

His face was gradually regaining its ordinary look; the haggard aspect of a while ago did not come back so strongly marked, still ho loosed worn.

11 Perhaps you are not quite well enough to-day to be tioubied witu what may after all be only a wrong guess of mine. But I feel it strange, when I come to think of it, that Miss Midhirst should accept a man Sir Alexander did not like as a guardian, when all knew > ir Alexander wished you to have all the power he would give to any one. I spoke to Miss Midharst, and she certainly means to take the advice of Sir William in matters regarding herself. Well, then, I thought, Sir Alexander has stripped the lanl and the town house and this place, and has rack-rented and injured the estates, and saved up the money, ■with your help, for his daughter. Then I wondered to myself if Sir William wa» in want of money ; for if he is in want of money, what could be better for him than to make himself agreeablo to Miss Midhars', m»ist upon her staying in this place, become her guardian and—marry her." " Aha 1" exclaimed Mr Grey in a half cough, half groan. " Hut do you think there is a likelihood ot suca a thing occur ing ?" "Do you, Mr Grey, believe ia love at first sight ?" " Yes; that is, I believe in something which may grow into love." "Well, this may be a case of it." " But have you any reason for thinking Miss Miclharst has conceivod a—a tender feeling towards her cousin in so short a time?" "No, no. I don't s»y Miss Midharst is in love with her cousin, but she told me this morning he interests her, and that is a good beginning. You know she bas never met a young man of her own rank closely. Beyond a bow and half-hour's chat once a month when she and 1 slipped into town, she has met no one Out you and her father. She has a crazs about Kgypt, and tins cousin is just home from tfgypt—that's an other thing iv his favour. I don't want anyone to marry Maud for her money only, and this is the reason 1 speak to you. She's too good and beautiful to he married for anything but her own amiable lovely self, and I hope you will prevent any fortune hunter from snatching her up before the grave is closed over her father." "I—I—1," stammered Mr Grey, "I do not feel quite well, I fear I am growing dizzy again." The door opened. ■ "I beg your pardon, Mrs Grant. Good-day, Mr Grey ; I may no« meet you again tc-day. You are not looking very well. Miss Midharst will be delighted to see you. She told me to tell you so. Go to her. You will fiud her in her own little drawing-room ; the Lancaster room I think they cail it. 1 hope your knee is better. By the way, when and how did you hurt it?" " I—l am a little tired," "The leg?" "Yes." " How did you do it." " Strained it." " Long ago?" "The night my wife was lost." He shu idcred aud leaned upon the back of the chair. " It is his head that troubles him, and not bis knee," whispered Mrs Grant.

"Take my arm aud come into the air. The air will do you good," said the young man in a voice of grave solicitude and kind ness.

" Thank you," said Grey, accspting the offer. . The two left the room together, the banker on the baronet's arm.

Neither the knee nor the head of Grey was suffering at that moment; out he felt a deadly faintness come over him when Mrs Grant made the appeal to him to pro tect Miss Midharst against fortune-hunters.

"The blows come too quickly and too heavily ; too quickly aud too heavily ; too quickly and too heavily for me." The open air and soothiDg landscape calmed Grey. He always felt better out of doors now than between walls. Rooms had furniture, aud furniture cast shadows, and no matter what part of a room you sat in you could not command a view of the whole. The atmosphere indoors was heavy, depressing, and often ladun with scents a man's wife might use, had used once ; and these perfumes, coming suddenly upon the sense of smell, brought memories of long ago and hatf-awakeued expectation of seeing a certain woman of pleasmg aspect the love bearer of one. But with dying breath of the perfume the loved familiar figure of the olden time faded away, and in its place came a ghastly face with opou dead ey^es and open dead lips, and temples dark with blue veins of suffocation.

When that thing came in the house no one could avoid it. It seemed iv all places at the same time, and if one rained eyes, no matter to what, that thing met the eyen somewhere. Even when it had not followed the dying perfume of the musk, so long as one was in the house ono might come upon it anywhere, loaning against the wall iv the darkness between the double doors, huddled in the shadow of the great oak chimney piece in the hall, lying across the mat on one's bedroom-door when one was retiring for the night,

Across the threshold of that bedroom-door this jaw-aropped thing never came. That room was one's only sanctuary. The old love of the long ago never left the place with the dying of the perfume. Here one's wife moved about the room and stood by the bedside as God had made her, comely, and as love had made her, happy ; not a* indifference had made her, wretched, and the devil's agent had made her, dead. And yet to live in that sanctuary for happy memories was almost worse than wandering with a dim light through corridors against the walls of which stood shrouded indictments for the intolerable crime. It was hard to wake and smell the musk, and find one's young wife standing at the glass, with a golden topped vial in her hand, and a smile npon her face; then to see her fade slowly away, to spring up, ask why ehe was taken from young and loving arms, and to be able to get no answer, until one opened the door, and found there one's own middle age, and that terrible thing across the threshold.

Yes; the open air was much better than the house. Out of doors one could keep at a distance from shadows, and when there is the rustle of a dress, soon^find out it Is not hers. Then when the worst, comes to the worst, one, when out of doors, could ran. Indoors, you cannot run any distance, and jumping^ through a window would attract attention and inquiry, neither of which could be endured now. Leaning heavily on the arm of the young baronet, Grey walked up and down

the terrace in front of the northern face of the Castle, in about a quarter ot an hour he said: " I am much obliged to you, Sir William. You have been exceedingly kind to me. May I ask you to do one more little favour for me}"

"Certainly." " Will you kindly make my excuses to Miss Midharst, and say 1 will not intrude upon her to-day. I —I—I do not feel quite equal to it. I am unstrung a little. I shall drive home ; and a drive always does me good."

His voice was unsteady and his manner restless.

The baronet saw the banker safely into the ferry-boat, and then returned to the Castle with the message. Wat Grey got into «his fly,] thinking " I'll go and sco my mother."

END OF VOLUME 11. (To be Continued.)

GYASCUTUS CAUGHT.

With mingled amazement and delight we le*rn from the "Marysvllle Appeal" that "TomClyma.of North Butte," has captured, by means of a steel trap, a specimen of that remarkable animal, long supposed to be extinct, known as the "gyascutus." We observe a strong likeness iv the gyoscutus captured by "Tom ulyma" to the gyascutus of our youth as he appeared fu the scrap book of the period. That gyascutus was advertised in a western town by two middle-aged scientific parsons as an animal of great strength and extreme ferocity, long supposed to be extinct, and believed now to be the only specimen of his kind in existence, which would be on exhibition in the local temple of the muses on a certain evening named ; admittance, 25 cents; curtain to rise at 8.

On the evening appointed, a large aud in telligent audience of the first citizens was early in attendance, and the heart of the enterprising scientist at the door gladdened by the chink of many shekels. The audience having been fairly hived, and in a state ot enthusiastic expectation, just at the moment appointed for the rising of the curtain, there was the noise of a great roar, ing and confusion behind the scenes, which was'followed by the appearance of scientist number two, dishevelled and wild. " Save yourselves, ladie3 and gentlemen 1' he cries ; "the gyascutus is loose !" Then there was .what the late .Lord Byron finely described as "harrying to and fro," though rather more of the "fro" than the "to," and they were " first citizens " who reached the sidewalk first. Every citizen saved himself entirely whole, barring the 25 cents paid the scientist at the door. The two scientists also saved themselves, as was generally be lieved, by taking to the adjacent timber. Scientific circles in that town were agitated for months afterwards over the question whether the gyascutus got away with the scientists or the scientists got away with the gyascutus. Only one thing was certain: that somehow the three together got away with t«vo or three hundred twenty-five cent, pieces.

We have said that we observe a strong likeness in "Tom Clyma's " gyascutus to the gyascutus which got away from the ex. hibition. The resemblance lies iv the cir cumstauoe that no one ever saw the earlier gyaseutus,_ In saying this we have no desire to impeach either the veracity of " Tom Clyma " or tbe intelligence of " Tho Marysville Appeal." On the contrary, we are quite inclined to accept the narrative without any salt whatever, and to hail "Tom Clyma's" gyas cutus not only as the gyascutus of science, but the the veritable gyascutus that got away. The " Marysville Appeal " gives, in the interests of science, a lull des cription of the animal. "The most sin gular thing about the quadruped," it say 3, " is ihat the legs on one side of its body are several inches shorter than those on the other side." It goes on to say that it is never found except iv hilly regions, its peculiar structure unfitting it for a level country. But it is peculiarly adapted for hilly regions, as it can walk with ease on the side of a steep slope, where even a goat would have a precariou3 foothold. This is not all an advantage, however, as, although it can travel around a hill from right to left with great speed and the utmost ease, if it ever turns to go the other way it lops over and rolls helplessly to the bottom. It is stated that ;" hunters of the gyascutus, whose fur was held iv high este«m r used to avail themselves of this fact to capture the animal by adopting tbe artifice of travelling around the hill in a direction contrary to that pursued by the animal," and so meeting him face to face. The source qf this infor mation is not given, nor do we discover wnetherit was the fur of the hunters of tbe gyascutus or of the gyascutus himself which was held in high esteem; but we see no reason to doubt the fact that the gyascutuses or ijytcsculi were hunted in that way. That would be our way.

Upon the whole we think " Tom Clyma's" animal was a genuine gyascutus. —"New York Tribune."

A Railway Smash on the Prairie.

Withim twelve miles of Pueblo, when all those expecting to be rennited to friends were talking eagerly, and busy putting the best face on travelling dowdiness, all at once the desert was enlivened by a stream of white-coated individuals speeding hastily in a long line right and left of the cars. A jerk was felt in the sleeper, followed by a sudden stoppage. On looking out, it was evident, the cars had "jumped a track," and that the locomotive, completely broken away and turned round, was lying on the side broken into fragments, and literally at its last gasp of breath and motion, steam escaping shrilly. The baggage cars, with front wheels wrenched off, had gone ahead and fallen in a mass of forked debris on either side, which prevented a serious dis aster and the telescoping of the hindermost cars. Engineer and fireman stuck pluckily ' to their posts to the last, shutting off. steam, and only escaped death by jumping from the tender when it broke away. The baggage masters leapt from their wide doors, and the passengers in the smoking and ordinary cars, who felt the shock before those in the sleeper were aware of the mishap, followed their example. The coloured porter " made tracks" for Kansas city, running off to the rear.- Poor fellow ! he was almost white from shock; it was his first trip, and he said it should bo the last. ,What an utter wreck it was, all in a few minutes, and all the more impressive in the silence and solitude of the desert surround, ings. Some " Trekers". in a prairie schooner, as the light plain waggons are called,were moving slowly westward in the old primitive fashion. Wo had passed them before, and thought onr mode ot transit pre ferable ; now they had the best of it, and, after a brief halt to survey the ruins, passed leisurely on their way. Five long hours we contemplated the distant Rockies and desert—blue Bky, hot sun, and glittering sand the only features of the scene. With neither water, nor tree or hillside for shade it was a merciful fact that shocks and con tusions were the only injuries. The cause of our plight was the irrepressible cow, which plays such an important part in the history of American railroad accidents, " Leisure Hour,"

THE POWER OF MUSIC.

"A Compliant Fianer Flayer"

in a Mining Camp.

It was Christmas Eve in a California mining town iv 185S, and Goskin, accord ing to his custom, had decorated his gambling-house with sprigs of mountain cedar, and a shrub whose crimson berries did not seem a bad imitation of English holly. The piano was covered with ever greens, and all that was wanting to com pletely fill the cup of Goskin's contentment was a man to play that piano.

" Christmas night and no plano-poun der." "This is a nice country for a Christian to live in."

Getting a piece of paper, he scrawled the words :—

" 100 Dollars Reward To a compitaut Pianer Player." This he [stuck on the music-rack, Tand though the [inscription [glared at the fre quenters of the room till midnight, it failed to draw any musician from the shell.

So the merry-making went on; the hilarity grew apace. Men danced and sang to the music of the squeaky fiddle and the worn-out guitar, as the jolly crowd within tried to drown the howling of the storm without. Suddenly they became aware of the presence of a white haired man crouching near the fireplace. His garments, such as were left, were wet with melting snow, and he had a half starved, half-crazed expression. He held his thin, trembling hands towards, the fire, and the light ot the blazing wood made them almost transparent. tie looked about him oncejin a while, as if in search of something, and his presence cast such a chill over the place that gradually the sound cf revelry was hushed, and it seemed that this waif of the storm had brought in with it all the gloom aud coldness of the warring elements. Go-kin, mixing up a cup of hot egg-nogg, advanced, and remarked, cheerily—

" Here, stranger, brace up I This is the real stuff."

The man drained the cup, smacked his lips, and seemed more at home.

"Been prospecting, eh? Oat In the mountains—caught in the storm ? Lively night this." " fretty bad," said the man.

" Must feel pretty dry?"

The man looked at his streaming clothes and laughed, as if Goskin's remark was a sarcasm.

" How long out J" " Four days." "Hungry?"

The man rose up, and walking over to the lunch counter, fell to work upon roast bear, devouring it like any wild animal would have done. As meat aud drink and warmth began to permeate thejstrauger, he seemed to-expand and brighten up. His features lost their pallor, and he grew more aud more content with the idea that he was not iv the grave. As he underwent these changes the people about him got merrier and happier, and threw off the temporary feeling of depression which he had laid upon them.

Presently his eye fell upon the piano. *' Where's tha player ?" he asked. " Never had any," said Goskin, blushing at the confession.

"I used to play when I was young." Goskin almost fainted at the admission,

" Stranger, do tackle it, and give us a tune. Nary a man in this camp ever bad the nerve to wrestle with that music box." His pulse beat faster, tor he feared the man would refuse.

" I'll do the best I can," he said. There was no stool, but seizing a candle box, he drew it up, and seated himself be fore the instrument. It only required a few seconds for a hush to come over the room.

" The old coou is going to give the thing a rattle."

The sight of a man at the piano was something so unusual that even the f«ro dealer, who was about to take a 50-dollar bet on the tray, paused, and did not reach for the money. Men Stopped drinking with the glasses at their lips. Conversation appeared to have been struck with a fort of paralysis, and cards were no longer shuffled.

The old man brushed back his long white locks, looked up to the ceiling, half closed his eyes, and in a mystic sort of reverie passed his fingers over the keys, He touched but a single note, yet the sound thrilled the room. It was the key to his improvisations, and as he wove his chords together the music laid its soell upon every car and heart.. He felt his way along the keys like a man treading uncer tain paths; but he gained confidence as be progressed, and presently bent to his work like a master. The instrument was not in exact tune, but the ears of his audience, through long disuse, did not detect any thing radically wrong. They heard a con cession of grand chords, a suggestion of Paradise melodies hare and there, ana it was enough.

"See him countjr with his left 1" said an old rough, enraptured.

"He calls the turn every .time on the upper end of the board," responded a man with a stalk of ships in his hand. The player wandered off into the old bal lads he had heard at home. All the sad, melancholy, and touching songs that camo up like dreams of childhood, this unknown piayer drew from the keys. His hands kneaded their hearts like dough, and squeezed out the tears as from a wot sponge. As tho strains followed one upon the other, they saw their homes of tha long ago reared again : they were playing once more where the apple blossoms sank through the soft air to join the violets oa the turf of.the New England States; they saw the glories of the Wisconsin maples, and the haze of the Indiau summer blending their hues together ; they saw the heather cf the Scottish hills, the white cliffs of Britain, and heard the sullen roar of the se» as it beat upon their memories vaguely. Then c»me all the old Christmas carol*, such as they had sung ia the church thirty years before ; the subtle mnsic that brings up the glimmer of wax taper, the solemn shrines, the evergreen, holly, mistletoe and surpliced choirs. Then the remorseless performer planted his stab ia every heart with " Home, Sweet Home." When the player ceased tho crowd slunk away from him. There was no more revelry left iri his audience. Each man wanted to sneak off to his cabin and write the old folks a letter. The day was breaking as the laßt man left the place, and the player, laying him down ou the piano, fell a-leep. "I say, pard," said Goskin, "don't you want a little rest ?"

" I feel tired," the old man said. " Per haps you'll let me rest here for the mutter of a day or so."

He walked behind the bar, were some old blankets were lying, and stretched himself upon them, "I feel pretty sick. I guess I won't last long. I've got a brother down the ravine —his name's DriscolL He don't know I'm here. Can you get him before morning? I d like to see his face onco more before I die,"

Goskin started up at the mention of the name. He knew L/riscoll well.

"He your brother ? I'll have him here iv half-an-hour."

As ha dashed out in tho storm, the musician pressed his hand to his side and groaued. Goskin heard tbejword " Hurry 1" and sped down the ravine to Driscoll's cabin.

it was quite light ia the room when the two men returned. Driscull was aa pale as death.

" My God ! I hope he's alive I I wronged him when he -lived iv England twenty years ago."

Thoy saw the old man had drawn tho blankets over his face. The two stood a moment, awed by the thought that ho might be dead. Goskin lifted the blanket and pulled it down astonished. There was no one there I

" Gone !" cri».d Drlscoll, wildly. "Gone !" echoed Goskin, pulling out his cash drawer. Ten thousand dollars iv the sack, and the Lord knows how much loose change in the drawer ?"

The next day the boys got out, followed a horse's tracks through toe snow, and lost them in the trail leading towards Pioche. There was a man missing from the camp. It was the three card monte man, who used to deny point blank that he could play the scale. One day they found a wig of white hair, aud called to mind when the " stranger " had pushed those locks back when he looked toward the ceiling for in spiration on the night of 24th December, ISSS.

MISS MASHER.

Tub Musher in petticoats, unnoticed though as yet she is by comic prints, is nevertheless as much an entity as he of the white waist coat and single stud. MiBS Masher, as we have taken leave to christen the feminine analogue of the young geatlenien of whose d>lags and sayings one has heard so much, is a iiving fact. Like her male prototype, she finds at the Gaiety Theatre what appeals to her as the highest, if not the oaiy, form of dramatic art. And, indeed, she is under no small obligations to that shrine of burlesque ; for not only do Nelly and Kate—ol cjurse she speaks familiarly of her favourites—supply her with the models upon which she dresses herself, but also with her stock of pleasantries. It is partly the adroit handling of such catch-phrases as may be from time to time in vogue that earns for her the character which rollicking youth so freely accords her, that of being " capital good fun." A girl who can, at the right moment, protest that aha is a merry family, or that some one Glse has got 'em on, is obviously a creature of humour as rare as she is de lightful. Little wonder that young Pipe clay from Aldershot or little Billy Bull from Capel-court revels in her society, and vigorously vie with each other in showing h^r court and hospitality, iv accepting which, it must' ba owned, she shows but small scrupulosity. Most willingly will she dine at the Bristol or Continental, andinfact most nights she docs so, her host being some cheery young bachelor of generous instincts and insatiable cipacity for en joyment. How it is that for the nonce the institution of chaperon (that very bulwark of English society) is allowed to be in abeyance, I know not; but so it always is at these little parties, which, being devised more for flirting than tor gastronomic and intellectual purposes, would be sadly marred by the presence of the profession ally vigilant eye and studious ear.

Perhaps Miss Masher's father is an old officer, a widower, who, remembering (with some difficulty) that he once himself was youog, is glad to see his daughter enjoy herself, so long as he has no trouble in the matter and his visits to the club are not interrupted. Perhaps, again, Miss Masher's mother finds her daughter so serious a rival that she, spoils her own sport some what, and is, therefore, nothing loth to part with her without inquiring too parti cularly into what supervision she will have. Dinner done, naturally the theatre follows, which entails the drive in a hansom with some prciix chevalier, less formal, perhaps, than of old,, but not les3 fervent iv bis friendship. That each Jack escorts his own particular Jill, goes without say ing. Theu the evening seems so very short and incomplete unless supper crowns all. So an adjournment is made to some one's "rooms," in which, no matter how ill-furnished and inelegant, lovely woman always seem to discover a certain irresistible charm. In oysters the tongue finds siugular inspiration, while champagne is not dispiritine, so that noise and nonsense ensue as no unnatural result. Still, an end must come to even such delights as these, and home is eventually reached, though none too soon. However late the hour, nothing of leproof is ever said to Miss Masher; for it is recognised that she is a bird of freedom who knows but few restraints, and chafes against those few, while certain concessions she imperatively demands. Thus, she insists ou the entire surrender of some one room in the house for her own and exclusive use. Here she is in the habit of receiving her friends, secure in the consciousness that she will not be molested by maternal martinetism, or forced to bow to the discipline of old-world conventionalities ; here five o'clock tea is a rite at which many assist, though, like many other rites, it would seem that men alone may taste its mysteries. Not that the arcana consist of anything more than chaff, easy and ceaseless, aud of that gossip which suggests but does not state.

Miss Masher is a well-known figure at regimental balls—indeed there are few garrison towns which she has not visited more than once, though dancing can hardly be said to be her special accomplishment. Ingeniously enough she always contrives to gain possession of that seat which best defies curious observotion, and once discovered and secured, she seems to regard it with particular attachment; for it may be noticsd that valse succeeeds polka and pplka valse, but yet our fair friend remains unmoved, still giving significance to her glances and meaning to the many and delicate movements of her fan. Whether this is the end and object of her hospitable hosts, who of course shall say ? at any rate, it is her invariable habit to think so.

Again, at race meetings, of which she is a pretty constant frequenter, it will be found that she generally has something of pressing moment to whisper to her com panion (who, in shielding her from the sun's rays with her parasol, draws her more nearly and exclusively to himself), jnst as the stir of the " finish " is thrilling most of tho-se present to a fever-heat ot excitement. It may thus be concluded that as her male prototypes regard and describe all woman, kind just as the inevitable victim* ot their alltooirresistiblecbarms, soMissMaaher has every desire to convert each occasion into an opportunity for subduing that pool weakling, man. That she is still Miss and not Mrs Masher proves how fine is her art, how great her mastery ot the science of "drawing the line," how admirable her finesse as a flirt. So, yon see, she has some qualities, which is more than can be said for everybody ;- and, such as they are, they invest her with notoriety, and make her one of the types of to-day.—"Tbe World,"

THE BAD BOY AT A FUNERAL.

Result of a Collision with a Street,

Car.

"Weli, great Julius Cajsar's bald-headed ghost, what's the matter with you ?" said the grocery man to the bad boy, as he came into the grocery on crutches, with one arm in a sling, one eye blackened, and a strip of court-plaster across one side of his face. " Where was the explosion, or have you been iv a fight ? Or has your pa been giving you what you deserve with a club ?" "Oh, it wasn't no fuss," said the boy. '' It was in the yvay of business. You see, tbe livery man that I was working for pro moted me. He let me drive a horse to draw sawdust for bedding first, and when he found I was real careful he let me drive an express waggon to haul truoks, Day before yesterday, 1 think it was—(yes, I was in bed all day yesterday)-day before yesterday there was a funeral, and our stable furnished the outfit. It was only a common eleven-dollar funeral, so they let me go to drive the horse for the minister—you know, the buggy that goes ahead of the hearse. They gave me an old horse that is thirty years old, that has not been off of a walk since nine years ago. and tboy told we to give him a loose rem slid Lt, would ,go all right. It's the same old hoise that used to pace so fast on the avenue, years ago ; but I didn't know it. W:!!, 1 wasn't to blame. I just let him walk along as though he was hauling sawdust, aud .gave him a loose rein. But the minister, he got nervous, and said he didn't know as there was any use of going so slow, because he wanted to get back in time for lunch and go to the ministers' meeting in: the afternoon, but I told him we would all get to the cemetery soon enough if we took it coo), and as for me, I wasn't in no sweat. Then one of the drivers that was; driviog the mourners he came up and said he had to get Back in time to run a wed diog down to the one o'clock train, and for me to pull out a little. I have seen enough of disobeying orders, and I told him a funeral in jthe hand was worth two weddings in tho bush, and as far as I was concerned this fuueral was going to be conducted in a decorous manner if we didn't get back till the next day. Well, the minister said, in his rcgilar Sunday school way : 'My little man, let me take hold of the lines,' anu like a darn fool I gave them to him. The minister took off his black kid gloves and put his umbrella down between us, and pulled his hat down tighfc on his head, and began to pull and saw on the bit. The old cripple began to move along sort of sideways, like a hog going to war, and the minister pulled some more, and the hearse-driver, who was ricrht be hind, he said, so you could hear him clear to Waukesha, ' Ye-e-up,'-and the old horse kept going faster; then the minister thought the procession was getting too quick, and he pulled harder, and yelled ' who-a,' and that made the old horse worse, and I looked through the little window in the buggy-top behind, and the hearse was about two blocks behind, and the driver was ;laughing, and the minister he got pale and said : ' My' little man, I guess you'd better drive, aud 1 said, 'Not much, Mary Ann, you wouldn't let me run this funeral the way I wanted to, aud now you can boss it if you will let me get out;' but there was a street-car ahead, and all of a sudden there was an earthquake, and when I come to there were about six hundred people pour ing water down my neck, and the hearse was hitched to the fence, and the hearse driver was asking if my leg was broke, and a policeman was fanning the minister with a plug La fiat looked a? though it had been struck by a pile-driver, and some people were hauling our buggy into the gutter, and some men were trying to take the old pacer out of the windows of the street car, and then I guess I fainted away again. Oh it was worse than telescoping a train loaded with cattle."

" Well, I swore," said the grocery-man, as he put some eggs in a funnel-shaped brown paper for a servant-girl. " What did the minister say when he came to ?"

' ' Say ! What could he say ? He just yelled * Whoa 1' and kept sawing with his hands, as though he was driving. They told me when they carried me home in a hack, that it was a wonder everybody was not killed, and when I got home pa was going to sass me, until the beatse-driver told him it was the minister that was to blame. I want to find out if they got the minister's umbrella back. The last I saw of it the umbrella was running up his trousers leg, and the point cameont by the small of his back, But that settles the minister business with me. 1 don't drive for no more preachers. The next time I drive a minister to a funeral, he will walk," and the boy hobbled out and hung up a sign in front of the grocery, " Smoked dog-fish at halibut prices, good enough for company,' [

A VIOLENT NEGRO.

Scene in an English Court.

Fr.sDK. Scott, 30, a negro, who on Tues day was found guilty of shooting at another negro, Alfred Richd. Haines, withintent to murder him, at .Liverpool, on the 11th o April, was placed in the dock nt the Li ver. pool assizes on 2nd May last for sentence. On being asked whether he had anything to say why sentence shonld net be passed upon him. the prisoner said he shot at the man in self defence.—HisLordshipthen pro. ceeded to pass sentence, remarking that ft was one of the worst cases of shooting with intent to murder he had had to deal with. There was not the slightest provocation The prisoner : I know better; he had a pistol in his pocket.—His Lordship : And you went out and pawned your watr'i to buy a pistol.—The prisoner : Certaiily I did ; I told him so before. I would fi^ht you with a pistol at any time you like? The Judge : x"ou fired at him as though he were a brute beast.—The prisoner : If you like to get a pistol I would fight you.—The Judge : It is to be considered that you are a foreigner.—The prisoner : I don't belong to your society at all. I'll just tell you I'm just as good as you are. I want you to understand that.—The Judge : Had you not been so, I should have passed upon you the sentence which your lawlessness The prisoner : What do you mean by call ing us lawless?— Bis Lordship: Taking into consideration that probibly you have not been brought up under circumstances calculated to teach you respect lor your laws and yonr fellow-creatures' lives, and that you know but little better, I have deter mined not to sentence you to more than fifteen years' penal servitude.—The prisoner then said, " I don't care what you sentence me to. I would like to get ot you ;" and followed up this remark by making a spring in the direction of his Lordship, but was promptly seized by a posse of warders and removed below in a most infuriated condi tion, and amidst the ntmost sensations in conrt._ Many of the Judge's remarks were inaudible owing to the excited interruptions of the prisoner, who., spoke with a strong. American accent.

STAK SATURDAY SUPPLEMENT, JULY 21, 1883.

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