anaheim-gazette 1871-11-18

ANAHEIM GAZETTE. PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY. CHAS. A. GARDNER. EDITOR and PROPRIETOR. OFFICE AT CORNER OF CENTER AND LOS ANGELES STREETS. TERMS: For One Year (in advance)...85 00 Six Months...8 00 Three...2 00 Rates of Advertising: One Inch Space, One Week...82 00 Two Weeks...3 00 One Month...4 00 Three Months...6 00 Quarter Column, One Week...8 00 One Month...10 00 Three...15 00 Six...20 00 One Year...40 00 Half Column, One Week...10 00 One Month...15 00 Target...20 00 Six...3 00 One Year...63 00 One Week...20 00 One Month...29 00 Three...35 00 Six...50 00 One Year...120 00 AGENTS; Los Angeles, W. J. BRODRICK. Santa Ana, W. H. SPURGEON. San Francisco, L. P. Fisher. New York, Hudson & Menet. JOB WORK. ALL KINDS OF JOB WORK. PROMPTLY AND NEATLY EXECUTED AT THIS OFFICE. Miscellaneous. Photographic NOTICE. To my Friends and the Public Generally. The undersigned takes much pleasure in informing friends, and the public generally, that herein have well known: Anahiem Photograph Gallery," and after October 29th, will be prepared to form class of work to his customers, carrying anything to-form made in Southern California, and not to be passed in the State. Having been the FIRST to present to the public, RETOUCHED NEMATIVE, I would respectfully, and FIDENTLY assert that I am now prepared to provide a finer picture yet." The Anahiem Gallery is not only to be used for its purpose; it also makes all and every other style of picture training in the photographic art. Old pictures can and retouched in India ink, Oil and Water colors. In connection with the above, Mr. W. Godfrey, the craftsman and well known artist has established a separate branch of the business, for viewing, having but received a new and improved View Camera, with all suitable appurtenances, and will pay exclusive attention to views; and is ready at ten minutes notice to take three of invalids, and decreased persons, at their recesses. Views of buildings, mining children, etc., at notice. LAFAYETTE STORE. P. N. ROTH, Wholesale and Retail Dealer in Gents Furnishing Goods, Clothing, Provisions, Cigars and Liquor. Keeps always on hand a splendid assortment of BRANDIES, WHISKIES, and all kinds of Foreign Liquors. AGENTS; Los Angeles, W. J. BRODRICK. Santa Ana, W. H. SPURGEON. San Francisco, L. P. Fisher. New York, Hudson & Menet. JOB WORK. ALL KINDS OF JOB WORK. PROMPTLY AND NEATLY EXECUTED AT THIS OFFICE. NOTICE: Subscriptions and Transient Advertisements Paid for Invariably in Advance. Unregulated Advertisements Must be Netted For Monthly. Business Cards. Frank Ganahl. E. H. ACDANIEL Ganahl & M'Daniel OFFICE—In Downey's New Building, Main Street. Will practice in all the Courts of the 17th Judicial District. CHAS. A. GARDNER, ATTORNEY AT LAW ANAHEIM. Will Practice in the Justice Courts, County and Districts Courts. Prompt attention given to all legal business. O. E. ALLEEN ATTORNEY AT JAW. Anneheim California. Not yet having secured an office I will be found at present at Fischer's Hotel. C. DASSONVILLE & Co. DRUGGISTS & CHEMISTS ALSO OFFICE OF Dr. DASSONVILLE. Center St., near Los Angeles St., ANAHEIM. H. T. HAZARD O'MELVENY & HAZARD ATTORNEYS AT LAW OFFICE IN TEMPLE'S BLOCK, LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA. Special attention given to business in U. S. Land Office. SAMUEL MEYER, DEALER IN Crockery, Glassware, Lamps, Oils, Gas Fixtures, and Kitchen Utensils. COMMERCIAL STREET. LOS ANGELES. D. K. WILLIAMS LAFAYETTE STORE. P. N. ROTH, Wholesale and Retail Dealer in Gents Furnishing Goods, Clothing, Provisions, Cigars and Liquor Keeps always on hand a splendid assortment of BRANDIES, WHISKIES, and all kinds of Foreign Liquors. J. D. HICKS & CO., WHOLESALE AND RETAIL DEALERS IN Stoves, Hardware, Agricultural and Mining Tools, Etc., Etc. PLUMBERS and COPPERSMITTING No. 10, Los Angeles Street. FRENCH RESTAURANT, Los Angeles Street, Anahiem. BOARD BY THE DAY OR WEEK AT MOERATE PRICES. Meals can be obtained at all hours. Everything First Class. GEORGE MILLER, Proprietor D. DESMOND HAT STORE, MAIN STREET, Los Angles Keeps constantly on hand a large assortment of HATS AND CAPS, of t LATEST STYLES and FASHIONS. FASHION STABLE MAIN STREET, Opposite Arcadia Streets, LOS ANGELES. GEO. R. BUTLER, Proprietor. A branch of this stable, or the old originial PIONEER LIVERY Stable, is located on Main street next to Licious tenbergers wagon shop. SAMUEL MEYER, DEALER IN Crockery, Glassware, Lamps, Oils, Gas Fixtures, and Kitchen Utensils. COMMERCIAL STREET LOS ANGELES. D. K. WILLIAMS, CARPENTER, JOINER and BUILDER, ANAHEIM CAL MRS. S. A. HAWKINS, Dross Maker Center Street ANAHEIM TO LEASE For a Term of Years. The Vineyard and House Of the Undersigned on Los Angeles street—Anaheim. Will be lot either combined or separate, and a good Tenant may be sure of Liberal Terms. The Vineyard is 14 years old and in full bearing; with the choicest varieties. The house is large and commodious. For further particulars apply on the premises, to H. BREMMRMAN. J. JONES, WHOUNDS DEALER IN GENERAL MERCHANDISE No. 7 and 8 ARCADIA BLOCK, Los Angeles. HEIM GAZEW ANAHEIM, CALIFORNIA, NOVEMBER 18, 1871. GILDEROYS KITE. In the good old days when paper gods held and dispensed away; And shymer penn had some talk The glories of Calhoy, Or confidences yet a change had wrongs The Pincery hand within, In amused China there did death A lively mandarin. In these last days of summers And primitive delight, The wife and good were rivals all In flying paper kite; And none more drift or clever with The painted paper toy. Than this most graceful mandarin Where name was Gilderoy, Now it pleased the reigning Emperor A Minister to make, And this Minister, it pleased him too, From the mandarin to take; And an pride most essential was In one the place to fill, In flying kites each mandarin Was called to show his skill. And all, on the appointed day, Assembled on a plain, Where each assayed by every art The highest flight to gain; But though right bravely did they strive The glorious prize to win. Yet none could cope with Gilderoy, The crafty mandarin. For a balloon this mandarin Had fastened to his kite? Festooned about with painted flags, Concealing it from sight; Then to his kite had Gilderoy A mile of string applied— One end was fastened to his kite, The other to his pigtail tied. that I ever see. There isn't no corner, as can say but I've asked May be I did cut up a little new French Freddy night before what of if? It wasn't my first made some such remarks as then been let in out, and then he'd shooter on me. Was I goin' there and be drored on by a wan't half my size! I guess not went for him, kind of promised and when I got through there more Freddy. Some of on blit but there wasn't no passion for to say but what I did the genial thing. [The stranger's language is mitted on account of its forcible gesture.] "Now, see here, stranger, the nothin means about me, said I without excitement. I'll tell you I'll do, you seem to be a goodish chap, though you don't know about keerda perhaps, as some I've pulled in since we set down day noon, prapa seven hundred besides some gold dust and some Now you may have the dust change, and we'll call it squar. The stranger's language is imitable. He pulled out a formidable knife and stuck it quivering in ble. I will see that, ane go you on remarked Bill, quietly drawing twice as large, with a blade ends. The stranger drew a dend and flourished it wildly. No Bill whipped out a six barrallion." NO-NOSED BILL. [Not by any means by Bret Harte, but] BY SAMUEL BLOTTER. The sun rose on Persimmon's Corner. It was 5 o'clock, A.M. in the month of May, and the sun commonly rose at that hour, at that season of the year. The sun was the only visitor at the Corner who had any regularity of habits and that luminary had on this occasion a very red face. Two men sat playing cards in the single rouge-walled room of a log house, and a third looked sleepily on, occasionally snuffing a candle, now well burnt down. Mr. William Rumin, commonly called No-Nosed Bill at the settlement, from a disfigurement to his face brought on by a violent altercation some years before, with an individual known as the Arkansas Stamper, sat on a box resting on a small keg. Furniture was scarce in 1850 at the Corner. Bill shuffled the cards skillfully and dealt them slowly to his opponent, a dark-faced young man with a great dark black beard and a small forehead. "Blow out that light, Stumpy," said Bill; "we shouldn't need it no longer besides some gold dust and some Now you may have the dust change, and we'll call it square. The stranger's language is jible. He pulled out a formidable knife and stuck it quivering in ble. I will see that, one go you on remarked Bill, quietly drawing twice as large, with a blade ends. The stranger drew a dart and flourished it wildly. No Bill whipped out a six barrelled er, and covered him with it, that his arguments wore in the stranger withdrew, and his tensions as he strode away were back to them on the morning a I don't see no call for a man reasonable, said Bill, come. Stun too late to turn in; we'll have a game of seven up. And he poured the last drop from the black which stood on the table, and danced off with the remark that he was there was no more, but he suppied companion did not feel thirsty. A red-headed lad of ten, with led face, tumbled off a low couch corner and came toward them passed his hands through the carls, and with a smile of fondness him to return to his bed. The lad's answer is omitted on its tenure and strength. I allowed to take a hand and express thirst dnd disgust at the condition the bottle. "The boy" said Bill, "is too k Ther ain't no game he ain't up there's some I can't give no po But this sort of life ain't just that for the boy, you know, Stump sharpenin'. I know, but there things besides sharpenin'. N made up my mind to night, as here between deals, as how I had enough to afford to send him E put him in some college, where he larn readin' and writin' and a few things I don't know. What's your young 'un?" The reply is suppressed on all of its violence. The boy then in what his father was sitting on. "Its powder," said Bill—"b powder: It dont belong to me expressman left it here, accide like, and I thought I would k I thought it might be brandy; bored a hole in it." The door was all at once opened then and Judge Lynch entered, for by the stranger and seven citizens the Corner Each man wore a black beard and a red flannel shirt carried a regulator in one hand beside some gold dust and some Now you may have the dust change, and we'll call it square. The stranger's language is jible. He pulled out a formidable knife and stuck it quivering in ble. I will see that, one go you on remarked Bill, quietly drawing twice as large, with a blade ends. The stranger drew a dart and flourished it wildly. No Bill whipped out a six barrelled er, and covered him with it, that his arguments wore in the stranger withdrew, and his tensions as he strode away were back to them on the morning a I don't see no call for a man reasonable, said Bill, come. Stun too late to turn in; we'll have a game of seven up. And he poured the last drop from the black which stood on the table, and danced off with the remark that he was there was no more, but he suppied companion did not feel thirsty. A red-headed lad of ten, with led face, tumbled off a low couch corner and came toward them passed his hands through the carls, and with a smile of fondness him to return to his bed. The lad's answer is omitted on its tenure and strength. I allowed to take a hand and express thirst dnd disgust at the condition the bottle. "The boy" said Bill, "is too k Ther ain't no game he ain't up there's some I can't give no po But this sort of life ain't just that for the boy, you know, Stump sharpenin'. I know, but there things besides sharpenin'. N made up my mind to night, as here between deals, as how I had enough to afford to send him E put him in some college, where he larn readin' and writin' and a few things I don't know. What's your young 'un?" The reply is suppressed on all of its violence. The boy then in what his father was sitting on. "Its powder," said Bill—"b powder: It dont belong to me expressman left it here, accide like, and I thought I would k I thought it might be brandy; bored a hole in it." The door was all at once opened then and Judge Lynch entered, for by the stranger and seven citizen the Corner Each man wore a black beard and a red flannel shirt carried a regulator in one hand besides some gold dust and some Now you may have the dust change, and we'll call it square. The stranger's language is jible. He pulled out a formidable knife and stuck it quivering in ble. I will see that, one go you on remarked Bill, quietly drawing twice as large, with a blade ends. The stranger drew a dart and flourished it wildly. No Bill whipped out a six barrelled er, and covered him with it, that his arguments wore in the stranger withdrew, and his tensions as he strode away were back to them on the morning a I don't see no call for a man reasonable, said Bill, come. Stun too late to turn in; we'll have a game of seven up. And he poured the last drop from the black which stood on the table, and danced off with the remark that he was there was no more, but he supplied companion did not feel thirsty. A red-headed lad of ten, with led face, tumbled off a low couch corner and came toward them passed his hands through the carls, and with a smile of fondness him to return to his bed. The lad's answer is omitted on its tenure and strength. I allowed to take a hand and express thirst dnd disgust at the condition the bottle. "The boy" said Bill, "is too k Ther ain't no game he ain't up there's some I can't give no po But this sort of life ain't just that for the boy, you know, Stump sharpenin'. I know, but there i things besides sharpenin'. N made up my mind to night, as here between deals, as how I had enough to afford to send him E put him in some college, where h larn readin' and writin' and a few things I don't know. What's yo young 'un?" The reply is suppressed on all of its violence. The boy then in what his father was sitting on. "Its powder," said Bill—"b powder: It dont belong to me expressman left it here, accide like, and I thought I would k I thought it might be brandy; bored a hole in it." The door was all at once opened then and Judge Lynch entered, for by the stranger and seven citizen the Corner Each man wore a black beard and a red flannel shirt carried a regulator in one hand besides some gold dust and some Now you may have the dust change, and we'll call it square. The stranger's language is jible. He pulled out a formidable knife and stuck it quivering in ble. I will see that, one go you on remarked Bill, quietly drawing twice as large, with a blade ends. The stranger drew a dart and flourished it wildly. No Bill whipped out a six barrelled er, and covered him with it, that his arguments wore in the stranger withdrew, and his tensions as he strode away were back to them on the morning a I don't see no call for a man reasonable, said Bill, come. Stun too late to turn in; we'll have a game of seven up. And he poured the last drop from the black which stood on the table, and danced off with the remark that he was there was no more, but he supplied companion did not feel thirsty. A red-headed lad of ten, with led face, tumbled off a low couch corner and came toward them passed his hands through the carls, and with a smile of fondness him to return to his bed. The lad's answer is omitted on its tenure and strength. I allowed to take a hand and express thirst dnd disgust at the condition the bottle. "The boy" said Bill, "is too k Ther ain't no game he ain't up there's some I can't give no po But this sort of life ain't just that for the boy, you know, Stump sharpenin'. I know, but there i things besides sharpenin'. N made up my mind to night, as here between deals, as how I had enough to afford to send him E put him in some college, where h larn readin' and writin' and a few things I don't know. What's yo young 'un?" The reply is suppressed on all of its violence. The boy then in what his father was sitting on. "Its powder," said Bill—"b powder: It dont belong to me expressman left it here, accide like, and I thought I would k I thought it might be brandy; bored a hole in it." The door was all at once opened then and Judge Lynch entered, for by the stranger and seven citizen the Corner Each man wore a black beard and a red flannel shirt carried a regulator in one hand besides some gold dust and some Now you may have the dust change, and we'll call it square. The stranger's language is jible. He pulled out a formidable knife and stuck it quivering in ble. I will see that, one go you on remarked Bill, quietly drawing twice as large, with a blade ends. The stranger drew a dart and flourished it wildly. No Bill whipped out a six barrelled er, and covered him with it, that his arguments wore in the stranger withdrew, and his tensions as he strode away were back to them on the morning a I don't see no call for a man reasonable, said Bill, come. Stun too late to turn in; we'll have a game of seven up. And he poured the last drop from the black which stood on the table, and danced off with the remark that he was there was no more, but he supplied companion did not feel thirsty. A red-headed lad of ten, with led face, tumbled off a low couch corner and came toward them passed his hands through the carls,and with a smile of fondness him to return to his bed. The lad's answer is omitted on its tenure and strength. I allowed to take a hand and express thirst dnd disgust at the condition the bottle. "Ithe boy" said Bill,"is too k Ther ain't no game he ain't up there's some I can't give no po But this sort of life ain't just that for the boy,you know,B stump sharpenin'. I know,but there i things besides sharpenin'. N made up my mind to night,a s here between deals,a s how I had enough to afford to send him E put him in some college,cwhere h larn readin'and writin'and a few things I don't know.What's yo young 'un?" The reply is suppressed on all of its violence. The boy then in what his father was sitting on. "Its powder," said Bill—"b powder: It dont belong to me expressman left it here，accide like,and I thought I would k I thought it might be brandy; bored a hole in它." The door was all at once opened then和 Judge Lynch entered,for by the stranger和 seven citizenthe Corner Each man worea black beardanda red flannelshirt carrieda regulatorinonehandbesidessomegold尘andsomeNowyoumayhavethe尘change,andwillcallitsquare.Thestranger'slanguageisjible.Hewouldtotakeahandandexpressthirstdnddisgustattheconditionthebottle.Iwillseethat,andneegoyouonremarkedBill,thequietlydrawingtwiceaslargewithabladeends.Thestrangerwithdrew,andhistensionsashestrokeawaywerebacktothemonthemorninga "Thetboy""saidBill,"istokhenTheraintnobgameheainn'tupthereissomeIcan'tgivenopoButthissortoflifeainn'tjustthatfortheboy,youknow,Bstump sharpenin".Iknow,buttherei thingsbesidessharpenin".Nmadeupyoumindtonight,a s herebetweendeals,a s howIhadenoughtoaffordtosendhimEputhiminthesomecollege,cwhereh larnreadin'andwritin'andafewthingsIdon'tknow.What'syoyoung'un?" The reply is suppressed on all of its violence. The boy then in what his father was sitting on. "Its powder,"saidBill,"istokhenTheraintnobgameheainn'tupthereissomeIcan'tgivenopoButthissortoflifeainn'tjustthatfortheboy,youknow,Bstump sharpenin".Iknow,buttherei thingsbesidessharpenin".Nmadeupyoumindtonight,a s herebetweendeals,a s howIhadenoughtoaffordtosendhimEputhiminthesomecollege,cwhereh larnreadin'andwritin'andafewthingsIdon'tknow.What'syoyoung'un?" called No-Nosed Bill at the settlement, from a disfigurement to his face brought on by a violent altercation some years before, with an individual known as the Arkansas Stamper, sat on a box resting on a small keg. Furniture was scarce in 1850 at the Corner. Bill shuffled the cards skillfully and dealt them slowly to his opponent, a dark-faced young man with a great dark black beard and a small forehead. "Blow out that light, Stumpy," said Bill; "we shan't need it no longer. Now, stranger, it's your play." No sound was heard but the slamming of the cards on the table. The man called Stumpy waked up, and, leaning forward on both elbows, watched the game. A bead of perspiration starting from the summit of the stranger's forehead, moandered slowly to the extremity of his nose and hung there glistening like a diamond in the morning light. The game ended and No-Nosed Bill calmly scraped off the stakes into a leather bag, now quite full, which he drew from the bosom of his red shirt. Suddenly the stranger sprabbg to his feet and remarked— [His language is omitted by the author on account of its unpleasant vehemence] "Easy stranger," said Bill, calmly, leaning back and crossing his leg over his knee. "Easy, now. If you want to bile over and you think it would make you feel more comfortable like, why bile but there isn't no occasion for you to go and say them cards was stocked because they was played fair, and Stampy there'll tell you so, and so would any other man. If they'd been any other man lookin' on, which they wasn't. Now you just keep calm, stranger, and don't you go and get riled, cause it won't do you no good." (The stranger's language is again omitted by reason of its unwarranted violence) "Now, look here, stranger," said Bill, your unreasonable man, most "Its powdery, said Bill—bepowder. It don't belong to me, expressman left it here, accidelike, and I thought I would k. I thought it might be brandy, bored a hole in it." The door was all at once open, then and Judge Lynch entered, foby the stranger and seven citizen the Corner. Each man wore a black board and a red flannel shirt, carried a revolver in one hand a knife in the other. Judge Lynch ped forward to the table, and up the bottle hold it up to the It was empty! The condition o' bottle was destined to have an effecthe future population of PersimCorner. "It's empty, judge," said Bill, sorry. Just wait till I wind up game, and I'll step around t' Shades and fill it up! "William Ruffin,' said the Judge, as much sternness as the asthma permit," we have come after you you can have ten minutes to pre- "Well now, that is just a little r" said Bill. "That isn't quite neighNo man cant say as ever I didn' equar by om. How you pickethe tree, Judge?" "Well, we thought as how thapine, just outside the door, would a about as well as any,' replied the j' "That limb jest over the door i' took our eye as we came along." The lad throw himself at his fatst and burst into tears. Bill put gently aside. "Judge," he said. I trouble you to hand me that there on the mantel there. Ten minute time enough to play this hand ouhave done more smoke." As the judge turned. No-Nosed struck a match and stooped over terrible explosion followed. When smoke had cleared awhile was red that the door was split in two There isn't no man at man my but I've asked squar. d cut up a little smug with widy night before last, but It wasn't my fault. He which remarks as those your's out, and then he drowned his me. Was I gain' to stand' droved on by a man as my size I guess not. So I man, kind of promiscuous like, got through there wasn't no by. Some of om blamed me, can't no passion for anybody what I did the gentlemanly anger a language is again ocount of its forcible inlehere, stranger, there ain't about me, said Bill, still itemment. I'll tell you what room to be a goodish sort of you don't know so much as perhaps, as some folks, since we set down yeetar raps seven hundred dollars, gold dust and some change, may have the dust and the we'll call it squar. anger's language is inadmisslled out a formidable bowie ask it quivering in the tathat, one go you one better. all, quietly drawing a knife ge, with a blade at both stranger drew a derringer ed it wildly. No-Nosed ont a six-barrelled revolu- hung by one hinge and the window was blown out, while at least a third of the roof was gone. The judge was no more; Stampy and the boy are no more; the stranger was no more. No-Nosed-Bill was—a little more, but not much. With a loud imprecation which torreoff another large piece of the roof, the seven men sprang upon Bill with their knives, but he feebly waved them off with an uninjured hand. "Easy, now, gentlemen," he said, faintly. "Just let me play out this hand my own way. I've only got a few keerds left and there ain't none of 'em trumps. Just lean what there is left of me up against the wall, there, will ye, and let me pass in my chips without no interference. No man can't say as ever I took no advantage of 'am, and that is about all I have to say." They complied with his request and also gave him his pipe and lighted it, when he asked for it, but he seemed not to enjoy his smoke. "I've got seven thousand dollars in least ere trunk there; he said presently and (puff) I wish you'd set up a monument over me and this qoy (puff). I'm sorry for the boy. I was going to make o scholar and a gentleman out of that boy. And her something writ on the marble, you know about how I never took advantage of no man and also tailed to do my level best (pull). And put up a smallish kind of a one over that stranger there. There ain't nothin morn about me." gold dust and some change, may have the dust and the we'll call it squar. ger's language is inadmissible out a formidable bowie uck it quivering in the tathat, ane go you one better, all, quietly drawing a knife ge, with a blade at both stranger drew a derringer ed it wildly. No-Nosed out a six barrelled revolver red him with it. Seeing arguments were ineffectual, withdraw, and his ejaculation strode away were born on the morning air. no call for a man to be unpaid Bill, come, Stumpy, its turn in; we'll have a little up. And he poured out up from the black bottle on the table, and drank it remark that he was sorry more, but he supposed his did not feel thirsty. had lad of ten, with a freckoled off a low couch in the name toward them. Bill bands through the boy's with a smile of fondness bado to his bed. answer is omitted on account and strength. He was like a hand and express his just the thing you know, Stumpy. It's know, but there is some sharpenin'. Now, I mind to-night, as I sot deals, as how I had money and to send him East and one college, where he could and writin' and a few other know. What's your idea is suppressed on account The boy then inquired or was sitting on. er,' said Bill—"blarstin ont belong to me. The soft it here, accidentally ought I would keep it. might be brandy, till I it." us all at once opened just Lynch entered, followed and seven citizens of Each man wore a long and a red flannel shirt, and wer in one hand a hamie teat ore trunk there; he said presently and (puff) I wi-h you'd set up a monument over me and this qoy (puff). I'm sorry for the boy. I was gin to make o scholar and a gentleman out of that boy. Anher something writ on the marble, you know about how I never took advantage of no man and alus taied to do my level best (pull). And put up a smallish kind of a one over that stranger there. There ain't nothin moen about me. The head of No-Nosed-Bill dropped upon his shoulder and his pipe falling from his lips dropped on the floor and broke to pieces. The seven men involuntarily sheathed their bowie-knives and took off their hats. And the faint smoke wreath floated gracefully upward through the rent in the roof and seen a moment against the deep blue sky vanished forever. BFAUTIFUL ALLEGORY. Mr. Crittenden of Kentucky, was at one time defending a man who had been indicted for capital offence. After an elaborate and powerful defence, he closed his effort with the following striking and beautiful allegory: "When God, in His eternal council, conceived the thought of man's creation, he called up to him the three ministers who constantly wait upon the throne—Justice, Truth and Mercy—and thus addressed them; "Shall we make man?" Then said Justice "O God, make him not, for he will trample upon the laws. Truth made an answer also, "O God, make him not, for he will pollute the sanctuaries." But Mercy, dropping upon her knees, and looking up through her tears exclaimed; "O God make him; I will watch over him with care through all the dark paths which he may tread. Then God made man and said to him; "O man, thou art the child of Mercy; go and deal with thy brother." The jury, when he had finished, was drowned in tears, and against evidence and what must have been their own conviction, brought in a verdict of not guilty. Concerning a Dictionary. Who that ever read it, has forgotten the irresistibly funny description of the career of a dictionary, which Mark Twain puts into the mouth of one Coan: "A nice, bald-headed man at the hotel in Angel's Camp," in this State. It was to a request for the loan of a book to enliven a rainy day, that Coan replied: Well I've got a mighty responsible old Webster's Unabridged, what there Concerning a Dictionary. Who, that ever read it, has forgotten the irresistibly funny description of the career of a dictionary, which Mark Twain puts into the mouth of one Coon. "A nice, bulb-headed man at the hotel in Angel's Camp," in this State. It was to a request for the loan of a book to enliven a rainy day, that Coon replied: Well, I've got a mighty responsible old Webster's Unabridged, what there is of it, but they started her sloshing around camp before I got a chance to read her myself, and she went to Murphy's, and from there she went to Jackson Gulch, and now she's gone to San Andreas, and I don't expect I'll ever see that book again. But what makes me mad is, that for all they're so handy about keeping her shasaying round from sbanty to sbanty and from camp to camp, none of 'em got a good word for her. Now, Coddington had her a week and she was too much for him; he could not spell the words; he tackled them, regular busters toward the middle, you know' and they threwed him. Next Dyer he tried her a jolt but he couldn't pronounce 'em-Dyer can hunt quail and play seven up as well as any man, understand? but he can't pronounce worth a cent; he used to worry along well enough though, till he'd flush one of them rattlers with a clatter of syllables as long as a string of snice-boxes, and then he'd lose his grip, and throw up his hand. And so finally Dick Stoker harnessed her up in his rabbin, and swept over her, and wrestled with her for as much as three weeks, night and day, till he got as far as R., and then passed her over to Lige Pickerell, and said she was the all firedest dryest reading that ever he struck." A Frenchman said of Shakarpare, "Ven you find anything you no understanding' it is always somein fine."