Term of the United States District Court in this into them, and they were flying briskly about, evcity, a couple of representatives from the rural dis-idently thinking "merry May" had come again. tricts walked up to the clerk's desk and submitted the following, with the air of a foreman who has just reported an indictment for murder: "All this seemed plain enough, thought I; but could this reviving of the bees have any thing to On do with reviving the gouty pains in my foot? slipping off the loose shoe from the affected foot, I discovered that two of the bees had crawled in between that and my stocking, and, in order to express most pointedly their joy and gratitude to their benefactor, had gone, in their way, to kissing his great-toe. The gouty pains did not continue long; and I was not sure but this puncturing process did good homeopathically, so far as "like cures like." That part of the treatment to which I most object is their not adhering to that fundamental principle of homeopathy which requires remedies to be administered in extremely small doses." . THE following I have often seen in print, but I have never yet seen its solution; will some of the readers of the Drawer give it? ENIGMA. Sir Hilary charged at Agincourt, And though, in that old age of sport, My first, to all the brave and proud My next, with its cold and quiet cloud, And both together to all blue eyes That weep when a warrior nobly dies! THIS story from a Western wag is a genuine out-wester: "In recently making the trip in a stage-coach over the rugged range of hills called the 'Baraboo Bluffs,' between the towns of Lodi and Baraboo, in Wisconsin, the coachful of squeezed and jolted passengers found some relief from the tediousness of the journey in the original remarks which, from time to time, fell from the lips of an elderly woman who was one of the company. "When you visited me yesterday, doctor, I hoped the remedies you had administered had put an entire stop to this fit of the gout. But how unreliable are all human expectations! This morning I had an urgent call on business into a distant part of the town, which I thought, with using the necessary precautions, it would be perfectly safe for me to answer. With the assistance of my wife I accordingly put on my thickest overcoat, and over that my India-rubber coat; while my lame foot was incased in the loosest shoe we could find; and Jim took special care to wrap as much of me as he could in my largest buffalo robe, which human hands had not touched since last March. So, comfortably ensconced, I started to face the easterly wind and rain, though out of door for the first time within a week. I soon began to feel better, as I always do after having been shut up several days in the house. It was not long, however, before the sting and such a sting as none but sufferers like myself can fully understand-returned to the spot "where it delights to dwell." At first I called myself some hard names for daring to go out in such weather with such health; but I bore the "Wa'al,' said she, 'young man, I'll tell you jest twinges of pain with considerable screwing and how 'twas. When I was a little gal I lived in a grunting, till I arrived at the place of my destina- family where there was an old maid, who, in going tion. I then "hastened slowly" out of my car-up stairs to bed, had to go through an entry way riage, and began to look about me with a view to estimate the amount of damage resulting from the rash exposure of my health. Some unusual sound suddenly caused me to look toward the buffalorobe remaining in my carriage, from which, to my astonishment, I saw bumble-bees flying by the dozen. "She persisted in expressing great contempt for the other sex, and for married life generally, and intimated that such had always been her opinion; and as it had previously leaked out from her conversation that she had been married and had raised a large family of children, I ventured to ask her how it happened, that, with the feelings of contempt she had from the first felt for the men, she ever could have married one of them? where there was a pile of potatoes in one corner, So "It appeared that they had selected one corner of this robe for their winter-quarters, in a fold of IN these times, when the commercial standing of which they had built their nest, and had stowed the best of men is liable to suspicion-when bank themselves nicely away in a dormant state. The presidents and merchant princes are suspected of jarring which they had experienced, together with running away if they leave suddenly-it is not certhe warmth of my feverish foot, had put new life tain but that Thompson, of Walton, in Georgia, is wise in advertising his intention to make a brief | named John Jacks, was spouting furiously at the He puts the following visit in another county. into the village paper: TO ALL PARTIES CONCERNED. HE SUBSCRIBER, WISHING TO VISIT THE THE new County of Glascock, and not being willing to depart without taking an affectionate leave of his loving, kind, humane, and charitable fellow-citizens, thus publicly gives notice that he will start for the above destination on Monday, the 29th instant. CHARLES A. THOMPSON, Of Walton. hotel in Greensborough, Georgia, against John C. Calhoun, the great statesman of South Carolina. 'He ought'n't to be elected constable in his dis He hasn't either talents or principles,' said trict. Jacks. "Judge Dooly heard him out, and, with great gravity, replied, "Mr. Jacks, I know Mr. Calhoun well; and I am certain of his modesty and great respect for public opinion; and if you will write to him, be N.B.-He expects to leave in broad daylight, and will will take down his name, and not run for Congress be absent ten days or two weeks. "DR. THOMPSON, 'mine host' of the Atlanta Hotel, was in your Drawer," says a Georgia correspondent, as Judge Underwood's Know-Nothing man.' The Doctor is a jolly, free-hearted Georgia landlord; but his wit is often blunt-pointed, and misses fire. He had furnished a hurried breakfast for some Southern passengers by the cars-bustling about, with all sorts of helter-skelter sayings. "Gentlemen, here's your breakfast. I've seen better, and I've seen worse.' "I never did see much worse,' says one of the passengers. "The Doctor was taken down. As they rose to pass out, asking what was to pay, "Fifty cents down, or a dollar when we charge it,' said the Doctor. "Well, charge it, then,' said our grumbling friend. "I'm sold!' said the Doctor. 4 men; I'll charge it.'" Go on, gentle GEORGIA, by an old friend, writes: "The year 1818 will be long remembered by the old people of Georgia as the dry year, in which corn did not mature at all in large portions of the State. "I've got the corn which will stand the drought,' said Austin Edwards, the landlord of Elberton Hotel, to Judge Dooly, then Judge of the Northern Circuit. I got the seed from a Tennessee hogdrover, and planted a square in my garden; every stalk had six large ears, and hanging to the tassel was a nice little gourd full of shell'd corn. It beats all natur', Judge! Did you ever hear the like ?' "The Judge listened to the landlord with great gravity, and replied, Why, Austin, 'tain't a circumstance to the corn made by our friend Tom Haynes, of Hancock County. At court there, last week, I staid with Tom. He was just finishing gathering in a piece of bottom land which he cleared last winter and planted in June. It never rained upon it at all. He turned his hogs in to eat the almost dried-up small stalks. Going to look after his hogs the next morning, he saw an old one in great glee with a large ear of corn in her mouth. He couldn't imagine where she had got it; but, on examining closely, he found she had rooted it up from the foot of a dried-up corn-stalk. Astonished, he looked at another, and another. He then had his field well dug over, and found from one to ten ears at the root all over the field. He said he made an excellent crop.' at all.' "Jacks was sold; he never got over it during his stay in Greensborough. He went to the West, and exploded under an excessive pressure of greatness unappreciated." "A FEW years ago," says a correspondent of ours, "in the northern part of Wisconsin, a preacher of a certain persuasion which denounces all associations outside of the Church as utterly uncanonical, took for his text that sadly unheeded advice of Paul, 'There should be no schisms.' "Here, my brethring,' said he, 'we have the plain word of Scripture against all schemes! It knocks on the head the Missionary scheme, the Bible scheme, the Tract scheme, the Sunday-school scheme, and the Temperance scheme, and all sich like devices of the devil!'" MANY a glorious speculation has failed for the same good reason that the old Texas Ranger gave when he was asked why he didn't buy land when it was dog cheap. A correspondent tells the story: "Well, I did come nigh onto taking eight thousand acres onest,' said old Joe, mournfully. 'You see, two of the boys came in one day from an Indian hunt, without any shoes, and offered me their titles to the two leagues just below here for a pair of boots.' "For a pair of boots!' I cried out. "Yes, for a pair of boots for each league.' "But why, on earth, didn't you take it? They'd be worth a hundred thousand dollars today. Why didn't you give them the boots ?' "Jest 'cause I didn't have the boots to give,' said old Joe, as he took another chew of tobacco, quite as contented as if he owned two leagues of land." "HERE," writes a correspondent, "is a specimen of Western eloquence which I have never seen in print, but which I have seen in the handwriting of a celebrated Doctor of Divinity, who, if he should happen to see it here, will wonder how it got into the Drawer: "Who discovered the North Pole ?-Our own illustrious Jefferson. Who hung the star-spangled banner on the heaven-piercing summit of the Andes ?-Our own immortal Franklin. Who discovered the route to Cappadocia by the way of Cape Cod ?-That fearless Moorish navigator, Paganini. Let us, then, fellow-citizens, with the boroscope in the one hand, and the Magna Charta in the other, plunge boldly on the raging billows of the Mississippi, and leave no sea untried until we shall have united Tivoli with Tripoli, and Gretna Green with the rock of Gibraltar. Then, and then only, shall be brought to light Tarantula - that long lost isle of bliss of which a Pluto reasoned and a Galen sung.'" |