458 
Blsslppl— elsewliero  spoken  of— but  no  definite  ac¬ 
tion  was  taken. 
In  noo,  by  an  enumeration  of  inhabitants,  it 
was  round  the  territory  contained  more  than  the 
number  required  before  they  could  be  entitled  to 
a  Slate  Govornmeiit.  A  Convention  wt  at  Knox¬ 
ville,  January,  ITTfi,  which  formed  a  Constitution, 
and  In  June  of  the  same  year  Tennessee  was  ad- 
mltUsd  to  be  one  of  the  sixteen  United  States  of 
America.— [To  be  continued. 
SPIRITUAL  RAPPINUS, 
BY  OEKALDINK  OEKMANE. 
“Dkau  me!  I  wonder  why  Chaulik  doesn’t 
write.  It’s  been  more’n  a  week  since  I’ve  heard 
from  him  and  I’m  afraid  something  Is  the  matter," 
said  Cauiub,  as  she  threw  herself  on  the  carpet 
beside  me. 
We  had  been  upon  the  hillside -or,  more  prop¬ 
erly,  mountain  side.  It  being  at  the  northern  (j-x- 
tremlty  of  the  Alloghanlca— to  tlrlvc  the  cows 
home  for  milking,  and  lingering  about  the  old 
bam  and  tlien  among  the  hollyhocks  and  mart- 
golds  In  the  dooryard,  we  came  In  at  twilight 
with  the  romance  of  a  many-lmed  mountain  sun¬ 
set  upon  us  and,  being  weary  with  our  upland 
tramp,  untied  our  sun-bouncta  from  our  shoul- 
der-s,  look  off  our  shoes  and  stockings,  and  sat 
down  on  the  floor  with  our  knees  on  a  level  with 
our  chins  to  rest  and  chat  when,  as  girls  toUl  at 
every  opportunity,  Cakkie  began  about  “her 
CHAnUE." 
"Haven’t  hoard  from  him  In  more  than  a 
week?"  1  repeated;  “I’d  like  to  know  how  often 
you  expect  to  hear  from  him  ?’’ 
“  Why,  I ’VO  had  a  lettfT  from  Tm  as  often  as 
every  other  dai' since  he’s  been  gone.  You  know 
lie  wont  to  A  nn  Arbor,  Michigan,  to  study  for  a 
doctor,  and  is  going  to  stay  a  whole  year.  It  seems 
like  an  ago  anda-s  though  he  was  a  great  way  off, 
an’  when  he  went  away  1  told  'Ira  maybe  he’d 
never  come  back.  ‘  O,  ye.s,  T  shall,’ said  he,  trying 
tu cheer  me  up;  ‘you  know  we’ve  always  been 
together  wj  much.’  ‘But  what  If  you  shouldn't 
live  to  come  back— what  It  you  should  die  way  off 
there  ’mong  strangers?'  Raid  I.  •  Why,  then  my 
spirit  shall  come  back  and  hover  Tound  and  talk 
to  you,'  he  said,  laughing.  I  donT  see,  for  my 
jiart,  how  ho  could  laugh,  for  I  felt  as  solemn  as  a 
cliUrch  and  as  dismal  aa  a  churchyard  to  think  of 
It.  l)n  you  believe,  tiKRKv,  there  is  any  such  thing 
a.H  a  person’s  coming  bade  to  visit  their  frtenda 
.after  they’re  dead  7" 
“  Well,  I  don’t  know  but  they  might,  bull  giieas 
it’s  very  seldom  they  do,  and  1  don’t  believe  any¬ 
body  ever  .saw  or  heard  them.” 
“  Then  you  don’t  believe  in  spiritual  rapplngs  ?’’ 
“  No.  Indeed.’’ 
“  It  was  bad  enough,"  she  continued,  “  to  have 
CuABUE  go  away;  but  my  tliinklng  he  might 
never  come  back  made  me  feel  ten  times  worse, 
and  I  t-old  him  he  must  bo  sure  and  write  very 
often  and  if  he  was  sick  or  anything  happened  to 
him  to  be  sure  and  let  me  know  It,  so  that  I  could 
go  to  liim,  and  i  don’t  sec  why  he  has  waited  so 
long  about — " 
Kap,  rap,  rap,  right  uiidor  the  floor  whore  we 
were  sitting. 
“What’s  that?”  said  Cakkie,  with  wide  open 
eyes. 
“  (lusss  lt’8  rats,"  said  I,  rocking  back  and  forth 
lazily. 
"No,  tlsn’t;  for  there  Isn’t  a  rat  about  the 
house.” 
“  Then  you  must  bo  better  off  than  most  people.” 
Hap,  rap,  r.ap,  rap. 
“  For  mercy’s  sake !  Gerry,  what  Is  It  ?” 
“  l  wouldn’t  wonder  if  ’twas  a  cat  In  the  cellar.” 
“  No  cat  could  go  In  there;  there  are  two  out¬ 
side  doors,  shut  and  barred  and  the  windows  are 
grated  so  that  no  earthly  thing  could  get  In !” 
Rap.  rap,  rap. 
“O,  It’s  spirits,  It’s  spirits  1”  she  said,  in  an  awe¬ 
struck  whisper.  “CHARME'sdead!  o,  Charme’s 
dead!  and  his  spirit’s  come  back,  Ju.st  as  ho  said 
It  would.” 
“  A’n’t  your  mother  or  father  down  cellar  ?”  1 
asked,  faintly. 
“  0,  no,  no  1  They’ve  been  abed  this  half  hour 
and  are  sound  asleep  by  this  time,”  in  the  same 
whl.sper. 
Rap.  rap,  rap. 
'•  What  xiuiU  we  do !  O,  what  shaU  we  do  ?”  and 
CARRIE’S  face  grew  whiter  and  whiter  and  her 
eyes  stood  out  farther  and  farther. 
“Go  to  bod,” said  1,  trying  to  appear  uncon¬ 
cerned;  for  I  wa-sn’t  going  to  let  her  know  that  I 
was  irlglilened. 
“You  don’t  catch  mo  going  to  bed  with  that 
ra  pplng  right  under  us !”  she  said,  excitedly. 
“i’shawl  It  won’t  rap  through  the  floor,  and  If 
wo  go  to  bed  and  get  to  sleep,  we  shan’t  hear  It 
any  longer ;  and  whatever  it  is,  it  may  rap  as  long 
a.s  It  pleases.” 
Rap,  rap,  rap. 
Caukik  said  nothing;  she  only  trembled  from 
head  to  root  and  grew  more  ghastly  In  her  terrible 
fl  ight.  1  fell  as  though  l  would  like  to  be  pro- 
rocted  by  the  bod  clothes  and  said,  “  Let’s  go  to 
bed.” 
She  shook  her  head. 
“  Then  let’s  go  and  see  what  It  Is,”  I  said.  In  as 
brave  a  voice  as  1  coiUd  muster. 
“  .Mercy !  I  wouldn’t  stir  out  of  this  room  for 
anything !  I  wish  the  door  was  locked,”  she  wlils- 
pered. 
“  Well,  I’ll  go,”  said  I,  rising  up. 
Rap,  rap,  rap,  rap. 
MOORE’S  RURAk  NEW-YORKER. 
“  O,  don’t  leave  me !  don’t  leave  me  alone !”  she 
gasped,  clinging  to  my  skirts. 
“  Then  go  and  get  your  father  to  see  what  It  Is. 
It  must  be  srnn^'ihliio,  and  we  can’t  stop  bere  all 
night  and  listen  to  it.” 
“  (),  twouldn’t  do  any  good ;  he  couldn't  find 
’em— It’s  spirits.  It’s  Chaklie’s  spirit,  and  lie's 
dead !"  slie  moaned. 
“Irtidgol  CHARLIE  would  have  more  manners 
than  to  go  thumping  about  and  scaring  folks  In 
this  way!"  I  Impatiently  exclaimed,  “and  1  shall 
go  If  you  don't;”  and  I  moved  determinedly  to¬ 
ward  the  door. 
“O,  don’t!  O,  Gerry,  don’t  !”  and  she  clung  to 
me  llkir  a  dead  weight,  trjTng  to  hold  mo  back ; 
but  I  kept  on  through  the  hall  and  the  long,  dark 
dining-room,  groping  ray  way  with  one  hand  and 
dragging  her  after  me  with  the  other,  unt  il  I  came 
to  the  bedroom  where  her  father  and  mother  were 
making  the  olr  resonant  with  their  sonorous 
breathing.  They  were  sleeping  so  soundly  t  hat  1 
had  many  misgivings  In  regard  txj  waking  them : 
but,  hoping  that  under  the  circumstances  they 
would  excuse  me,  I  said  feebly,  “  Mr.  Wescott, 
Mr.  Wescott  !” 
The  only  answer  was  a  lusty  snore,  wblcb 
wound  up  with  an  exhalation  that  sounded  like 
hot  air  bubbling  up  through  a  kettle  of  boiling 
mush,  and  I  repeated,  louder : 
“Mr.  WEScorr,  Mr.  M  escott,  there’s  spirits  In 
the  cellar.” 
“  Yes,  yes,”  he  murmured.  “  1  know  some  folks 
call  Itspecrlts;  “  but  it’s  nothing  but  blackberry 
wine,  with  a  leotle  cherry  brandj’  In  It.  It’s  per¬ 
fectly  harmless.  My  old  'Oman  made  It  herself, 
an’  It  won’t  hurt  ye,  even  If  yer  a  Good  Templar 
an’  Lev  signed  the  pledge ;  pcr-foct-ly— harm-less ; 
p-e-r-f-e-c-t-l-y— h-a-r-m-l-e-s-s.” 
Then  he  turned  over,  grunted  like  an  over-fed 
porker,  and  began  to  snore  again. 
I  was  about  to  give  up  In  despair,  but  I  could 
still  hoar  that  rap,  rap,  rap,  rap,  sounding  from 
the  subU-Traiiean  depths  and,  detormlned  to  have 
the  mystery  solved,  I  said,  “  Carrie,  you  wake 
’lin  up.” 
Being  In  the  presence  of  her  parental  protectors 
had  somewhat  restored  her;  but  whether  she  wu,s 
afraid  of  rousing  iho  wrath  of  her  sire  at  the  same 
Ume  slic  aroused  hi.s  senses,  or  of  perpetrating  a 
Joke  at  her  own  expense,  I  know  not.  1  only  know 
she  whlspereil,  “  1  dusn’t;  you  Udl  ’im,”  So  I 
called  yet  louder ; 
“  .Mr.  Wbrcott,  .Mr.  Wkscoit,  there's  something 
In  the  cellar.  Carrie  and  I  have  heard  It  ever  so 
long,’’  1  added,  by  w.aj'  of  explanation, 
“  K-o-h— something— In— the— cellar,  d’ye  say  7” 
said  he,  rubbing  hLs  face  and  eyes  and  sti’etchlug 
up  his  anus  aa  though  to  mako  sure  that  Itwaa 
himself  and  not  one  of  his  neighbors  that  had 
been  awakened.  “Light  a  candle,  Caroline,  an’ 
go  ’n  sec  what  TIs.” 
“  O,  father,  1  don't  want  to.” 
“  Don’t  want  to  7  Why,  you  ain’t  afeerd,  1  hope. 
Ef  yer  be,  Oekry  ’ll  go  with  ye.”  .  ^ 
“Why,  father,  1  wouldn’t  go  dowm  there  for 
anything ;  It's  siilrlts,  I  know  ’Us,  for  It  rapped 
three  times,  and  they  always  mii  three  times.” 
She  did  not  tell  him  It  w'as  Charlie  s  spirit. 
“  Aloro  likely  It’s  them  JONKSiw  a  stcalln’  [lork ; 
lt'8  ’bout  Ume  for  'em  to  be  ’round.  I’d  jes  like 
ter  ketoh  ’em  at  It  1"  he  said,  rising  up  excitedly. 
“  OKRUY,  you  light  the  candle ;  It’s  on  the  kltohiin 
table.  Cakolink’.s  got  so  much  speerela  In  'cr 
head,  I  don’t  siioso  she’d  ever  git  it  lit.” 
By  the  time  l  had  the  candle  lighted  the  old 
man  had  sprung  out  of  bed  and  hui  rled  on  his 
nether  garments.  Ills  better  liolf,  disturbed  by 
the  unusual  commotion,  rose  up  to  a  sltUng  post¬ 
ure  and  putting  both  haudR  to  the  top  of  her  head, 
as  if  w  see  if  that  and  her  night-cap  were  In 
place,  said  sleepily : 
“What's  the  matter,  Solomon?  tVhere  yer 
goln’to?” 
“  Thieves  an’  robbers,”  said  Solomon,  rushing 
through  the  kitchen  toward  the  collar  door. 
“Thieves  an’  robbers  I  land  o’  gracious,  thieves 
an’ robbers!”  screamed  Uie  old  lady,  rolling  off 
the.bod  as  fast  as  her  corpulence  and  rheumatism 
would  permit,  and  rushing  after  him  with  her 
night-dress  and  cap  all  awry.  “Take  yer  gun, 
HoiAiMOS— take  yer  gun.  Soi-omon  ;  you’ll  be  killed 
as  sure’s  preachln  I”  and  running  to  a  corner  she 
grabbed  the  cloUies  stick  and,  Ibrusllng  It  down 
the  cellar  sWirs,  shouted,  “  Here's  yer  gun,  Solo¬ 
mon.  here’s  yer  gun ;  you'll  be  killed  us  sure's 
preachln’ !’’ 
Although  SOLOMON  did  not  avail  himself  of  the 
proffered  weapon,  ho  was  not  killed  but  came 
back  uninjured  with  the  family  cat  In  his  arms 
which,  by  feline  tactics,  had  crept  Into  the  cellar 
unobserved  before  the  doors  were  closed,  made  a 
raid  upon  a  tub  of  soap  grease  and,  squeeKtng  her¬ 
self  undcY  the  loose  hoard  cover,  in  the  operation 
of  gnawing  and  pulling  at  the  scraps  and  bones, 
had  moved  it  up  and  down  against  the  tub,  mak¬ 
ing  Uie  Bplrltual  rapplngs.  Solojion  put  the  cat 
out  of  doors. 
Ills  bettor  half  gave  a  quick  glance  at  her  night 
dress  and  clothes  stick,  slipped  the  latter  behind 
the  pantry  door  and  wltli  “  Land  o’  gracious !  how 
scan  I  was waddled  back  to  bed. 
Caubir  and  I  slunk  back  to  the  spare  bedi’oom 
and  “  slowly  and  sadlj’  laid  us  down.” 
P.S.— The  next  day  Carrie  received  a  long,  lov¬ 
ing  letter  from  Charlie  and  his  spirit  was  yet  In 
the  body,  with  no  pi-ospcct  of  an  untimely  de¬ 
parture. 
I’.r.S.— She  didn't  marry  him  though,  but  mated 
with  a  practical,  thorough-going  young  farmer  as 
much  unlike  him  as  possible;  and  I  don’t  believe 
people  who  write  to  each  other  every  other  day 
and  are  so  very  much  engaged,  ever  (Xu  get  mar¬ 
ried. 
HAED  TIMES. 
BY  N.  M.  H.  M. 
The  Rcral  In  a  recent  Issue  saj’s:— “If  people 
would  learn  to  he  more  skeptical  and  less  confid¬ 
ing,  truth  might  In  a  great  measure  take  the 
place  of  error.  But  It  Is  so  much  easier  to  accept 
a  statement  as  truth  than  to  Investigate  and  know 
It,  that  a  majority  of  personB  choose  the  former, 
absorbing  what  Is  generally  termed  knowledge 
just  as  a  sponge  docs  water,  taking  in  the  Impure 
as  readily  os  the  pure,  possessing  neither  a  desire 
or  power  of  making  a  selection.” 
And  was  there  ever  a  time  when  thinking  for 
ono’s-self  was  more  essential  than  now?  The 
“hard  times”  are  upon  us  with  iron  gripe,  and  It 
behooves  every  man,  woman  and  child  to  And  out 
the  cause.  Do  not,  in  tills  cmergeucy,  depend 
upon  whatsomebodj'cUJc  says,  buttbljik  for  your¬ 
self.  DO  not  take  for  granted  t  hat  your  newspaper 
must  be  right;  you  know  how  strong  the  Induce¬ 
ment  to  please  one's  party  or  palrona,  and  how 
small  a  thing  may  serve  to  make  falsity  appear 
to  be  truth ;  so  think  for  yourself,  and  In  this 
thinking  be  not  prejudiced.  Remember  always 
that  there  are  two  sides  to  every  question,  and 
that  those  who  see  it  in  one  light  present  It  ac¬ 
cording  to  their  view,  while  those  who  see  it  in 
another  will  give  it  an  entirely  different  aspect. 
Therefore,  do  not  trust  to  the  Investigations  or 
reprcscntatlous  of  others  butthlnkforyourselves, 
and  In  order  to  form  an  unbiased  judgment,  keep 
your  minds  always  open  to  Tnith,  and  then  care¬ 
fully  consltlcr  both  sides  of  the  questton,  using 
such  light  and  help  as  may  be  had  from  the  read¬ 
ing  and  listening  to  the  best  thoughts  of  the  best 
minds  on  both  sides. 
Now,  as  regards  the  “hard  times,”  all  admit 
that  there  muiit  be  a  caxtse.  All  have  thought 
.about  It,  beriause  It  la  driven  home  Into  the  very 
bone  and  marrow  of  many  thousands  and  is  felt 
with  more  or  less  severity  by  milllonB  more.  But 
how  many  have  thought  or  f/nVvl  to  think  for 
themselves,  as  to  the  caxm  of  all  this  dread  suf¬ 
fering  7 
oneman— orsetof  men— says  that  Inflation  Is 
the  c.ause ;  another  says  It  Is  Contraction ;  one 
says  It  Is  over-production,  which  came  as  a  result 
of  I  nllatlon ;  another  says  It  Is  anti-consumption, 
which  noceasanly  followed  contraction-  One  says 
It  is  over-issue  of  greenbacks;  another  that  It  Ls 
the  removal  and  destruction  of  greenbacks.  One 
says  It  Is  “  soft  money,”  and  another,  that  It  Is 
the  attempt  to  enforce  “  hard  money  ’’—and  so 
each  set  haa  their  own  theories. 
But  It  Is  .a  f-act  Uiat  many  of  these  men  who  are 
loudest  and  strongest  In  their  advocacy  ot  a  cer¬ 
tain  theory,  admit,  when  you  talk  plainly  wltti 
them,  that  they  thcrnsolves  have  never  tried  to 
think  the  mat  ter  out,  hut  have  accepted  the  Ideas 
of  somebody  else;  and  by  tnuilng  It  back,  we 
Anally  learn  that  ttic  original  thinkers  upon  those 
matters  arc  very  few  and  that  they,  from  motives 
which  may  be  either  true  or  false,  eltlier  phllau- 
4hroplc  or  selfish,  have  led  the  ma-sses  who,  like  a 
flock  of  sheep,  will  follow,  peii-moll,  along  which¬ 
ever  path  their  leader  takes. 
Everybody  has  heard  Of  the  Resumption  .\ct, 
by  which  Congress  atithortzes  the  removal  of 
greenbacks  and  the  resumption  of  specie  pay¬ 
ments,  as  the  saying  Is.  Everybody  knows  that 
It  Is  the  hard  money  men,  the  contractlonlsts— 
those  who  say  the  panic  Is  due  to  Inflation,  to  soa 
money,  etc. — that  proposed  and  carried  this  bill 
through  congress  and  are  fighting  for  It  to  be 
pushed  on  to  the  end  Everybody  knows,  too, 
that  It  la  those  who  are  in  favor  of  greenbacks 
and  who  think  the  panic  duo  to  tholr  contraction, 
that  are  lighting  against  the  Resumption  Act  and 
looking  tor  Its  repeal. 
But  how  many  have  ever  read  and  thought  upon 
this  same  .'let  and  Its  bearings,  promises  and  de¬ 
mands  ?  1  venture  to  say  not  one  In  tea  thousand 
of  the  forty  millions  In  the  United  states  Icnow 
Jhr  ihoiiun'lnvt  anyttilug  about  It !  and  yet  It  Is  of 
vital  ImiKirt  to  all.  It  has  In  It  either  the  olo- 
inents  of  happiness  and  prosperity  or  of  suffering 
and  ruin.  It  will  coin  for  us  all  the  delights  of 
home  and  all  the  enjoyments  of  life,  or  sap  our 
very  life-blood  till  only  bitter  waters  aro  found 
flowing  In  our  veins. 
Do  not  piLss  It  by  n-s  something  that  belongs 
only  to  the  consideration  of  politicians.  It  be¬ 
longs  to  you,  reader,  and  to  me.  It  Involves  the 
welfare  ot  each  member  of  the  great  United 
States’  Firm,  and  each  one  should  look  to  It  that 
he  be  not  deceived  and  ruined.  Each  should  know 
for  himself  what  course  with  regard  to  It  will  se¬ 
cure  the  greatest  good  to  the  greatest  number. 
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MEMORIES. 
When  the  uray  twilhrht  softly  epreads 
Her  rolxr  o’er  earth  and  sky ; 
When  the  far  Tnontitams*  shady  beads 
Are  lost  to  human  eye ; 
When  the  tired  bird  at  eve  has  sought 
Sleep  in  that  tnueloes  bower ; 
tVhen  the  last  bee  Wilis'S  homeward,  fraught 
With  the  forage  from  the  flower ; 
When  the.  dark  phicwood  dimly  shows 
Its  deepening  tints  of  green ; 
Miien  in  the  west  with  crimson  glows 
The  sunset’s  closing  scene— 
I  watch  the  glimmering  shadows  kiss 
The  threshold  of  the  night. 
And  o’er  roy  heart’s  Boothlng  bliss 
Falls  in  the  waning  light ; 
And  grosser  thoughts  that  sternly  cling 
To  life’s  dull,  sober  day. 
Leave  me,  as  swallowa  on  the  wing 
Flit  from  our  sight  away. 
And  soft  as  ripple  on  the  lake, 
Within  my  bosom  rise 
Half-whispered  yearnings,  that  awake 
A  thousand  memorlca— 
Sweet  memories,  that  only  e/uuo 
To  woo  my  waking  dreams, 
When  twilight  shrouds  llio  woodlands  diunb. 
And  slumbera  on  the  streams — 
Of  faces  that  I  lored  of  yore. 
And  SOUKS  that  loved  <ineB  sang, 
And  children'!  voices— heard  no  more— 
Xliat  through  the  greenwood  rang. 
O  spirit  treasures,  ye  arc  mine. 
And  to  my  heart  belong. 
Yet  linger  not  till  I  repine 
Or  sing  a  sadder  song ; 
But  leave  me  while  I  stUl  have  power 
To  catch  the  sunny  glow 
Wafted  from  memory’s  blissful  bower— 
The  shrine  of  long  ago. 
»  [Chambem's  Journal. 
- -  — 
A  NEW  DECALOGUE. 
The  following,  from  the  Elmira  Gazette,  l.s  a 
satirical  application  of  the  commandments  that, 
If  rightly  pondered,  contains  wholesome  counsel : 
i. 
Thou  shall  have  no  other  God  but  Gain.  Trade, 
labor,  husbandry  and  all  other  brokerage,  shall 
be  bis  profits. 
n. 
Graven  Images  and  pictures  other  than  green¬ 
backs  and  fractional  currency  thou  shall  not 
make.  These  shall  continue  to  be  unlike  any¬ 
thing  elsewhere,  in  the  heavens  above  or  In  the 
earth  bemcatli;  and  to  them,  therefore,  thou 
maysL  bow  down  thyst^f  unto  the  tblrty-lblrd  and 
thirty-fourth  generation,  milngnp  in  their  pursuit 
all  thy  soul,  thy  health  and  thy  neighbor  as  thy- 
BClf. 
HI. 
Thou  Shalt  not  mistake  any  other  God  for  the 
aforesaid,  such  as  Religion,  True  Worship,  Char¬ 
ity,  Virtue,  Obedience,  Truth;  for  Gain,  being  a 
jealous  God,  requires  all  your  Ume,  strength, 
health,  soul  and  body,  and  will  show  no  mercy 
upon  those  who  keep  not  his  day-book,  lodger 
and  cash  books. 
IV. 
Remember  the  Sabbath  day  to  keep  It  wholly  to 
thyself. 
V. 
Honor  thy  children,  bowing  down  to  them  and 
worshipping  them,  giving  them  what  they  least 
require,  that  their  days  may  be  the  shortest  In 
the  United  States  of  all  lands  whatsoever. 
Tl. 
Thou  shall  not  kill  the  goose  that  lays  the  gold¬ 
en  eggs. 
VII. 
Thou  Shalt  commit  adulterations  with  almost 
everything  la  the  earyi  beneath,  and  especially 
by  the  waters  which  arc  throughout  the  world. 
VIII. 
Thou  Shalt  steal  whenever  an  ofliclal  opportu¬ 
nity  offers.  Making  a  Ciesar  of  thyself,  thou  shalt 
render  unto  him  all  the  money  that  is  brought 
unto  thee. 
IX. 
Thou  shalt  forever  forbear  all  witnesses  against 
thy  neighbor;  let  thy  time  be  consumed  need¬ 
lessly  in  public  service,  and  be  afterwards,  also, 
witness  against  thee. 
X. 
Thou  shalt  acijulro  so  much  by  the  foregoing 
commandments  as  not  to  covet  thy  neighbor's 
house  and  lot,  nor  any  other  real  or  unreal  estate 
of  his  whatever. 
- ♦♦♦ - - 
THOUGHTS  FOR  THINKERS. 
Grace  and  glory  are  Inseparably  Joined— he 
that  gets  the  one  may  be  certain  of  the  other. 
It  Is  backward  and  downward  with  the  wicked 
—It  is  onward  and  upward  with  the  righteous. 
M  e  cannot  be  teo  thankful  even  for  small 
mercies,  but  we  may  be  too  troubled  about  small 
miseries. 
THERE  Is  a  Bible  III  the  University  of  Gottcugen 
written  on  two  thousand  four  huudrctl  and  sev¬ 
enty-six  palm  leaves. 
No  man  ever  yet  forgot  by  trying  to  forget; 
but  he  Is  on  the  highway  to  forgetfulness  when 
he  tries  to  remember.— -Vfss  BrcuUlon. 
