"So the summer went by sort of cheerful, I was tired with my day's work, and sleepy, "Just then I heard a soft rapping, Then down sat the tremblin' sinner, "You've heard Brother Hartley's confession, And I speak for myself when I say That if my wife was dead, and my children And made the place seem more like at home; And my baby would n't lie still, Then down sat the elderly deacon, Or the daughters at home by their firesides, The solemn old bells in the steeple Are ringing a bridal to-day. -N. S. Emerson. CLXXX. THE GUILELESS WITNESS. "Do you know the prisoner well?" asked the attorney. "Never knew him sick," replied the witness. "No levity," said the lawyer, sternly. "Now, sir, did you ever see the prisoner at the bar?" "Took many a drink with him at the bar." "Answer my question, sir!" yelled the lawyer. long have you known the prisoner?" "From two feet up to five feet ten inches." "Will the court make the K. N. E.-36. "How "I have, Jedge," said the witness, anticipating the lawyer, "I knowed the prisoner when he was a boy two feet long and a man five feet ten "It's a fac', Jedge; I'm under my oath," persisted the witness. The lawyer arose, placed both hands on the table in front of him, spread his legs apart, leaned his body over the table, and said: "Will you tell the court what you know about this case?" "That aint his name," replied the witness. "What aint his name?" "Case." "Who said it was?" "You did. You wanted to know what I knew about this case his name's Smith." "Your Honor," howled the attorney, plucking his beard out by the roots, "will you make this man answer?" "Witness," said the Judge, "you must answer the question put to you." "Land o' Goshen, Jedge, hain't I bin doin' it? Let him fire away, I'm ready." "Then," said the lawyer, don't beat about the bush any more. You and this prisoner have been friends?" "Never!" promptly responded the witness. "What! Was n't you summoned here as a friend?” "No, sir; I was summoned here as a Presbyterian. Nary one of us was ever Friends-he's an old line Baptist, without a drop of Quaker blood in him.” "Stand down," yelled the lawyer in disgust. "Hey?" "Stand down." "Can't do it; I'll sit down or stand up "Sheriff, remove that man from the box." Witness retires, muttering: "Well, if he aint the thick headedest chap I ever laid my eyes on!" CLXXXI.-THE BORE. AGAIN I hear the creaking step! I do not tremble when I meet The stoutest of my foes; But Heaven defend me from the friend He drops into my easy chair, He tells me where he likes the line, He reads my daily papers through He scans the lyric that I wrote, He talks about his fragile health, He suffers from a score of ills Of which he ne'er complains; And how he struggled once with death To keep the fiend at bay. On themes like those away he goes, But never goes away! He tells me of the captious words, Some shallow critic wrote, And every precious paragraph He thinks the writer did me wrong, Whene'er he comes, that dreadful man, I know that like an autumn rain, I mean to take the knocker off; I do not tremble when I meet But Heaven defend me from the friend -John G. Saxe. CLXXXII-JOHN JANKIN'S SERMON. THE minister said last night, says he, Don't be afraid of givin'; If your life aint nothin' to other folks, I tell you our m'nister's prime he is, When I heard him a-givin' it right and left, |