The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1870-11-03

little streams Of blood trickling down his
sleek hide. AS escape was hopeless, he be-
came very savage. When 1 hit him again,
he turned deliberately round aud
charged. He did this three times; but each
time his gait was slower, and he threw him
self along with greater difficulty. At last he
pulled up: we also drew in the reins, but kept
close enough to see everything distinctly.
He shook his shaggy name two or three
times, and lashed his fanks angrily, as he
looked around and saw us watching him. He
walked few yards further, and blood poured
from his mouth and nostrils, then he laid
quietly down and rolled over on his back
with his legs thrown up in the air. We sent
a bullet, for precaution, through his heart,
and in few moments our knives were out of
their sheaths, and our delighted horses were
burying their nostrils in his matted name.
HOME OF THE PoET BBYANT.-Like the his
torian Prescott, Mr.. Bryant has three resi-
dences-a town house and two country
houses. One of these is in the picturesque
village of Roslyn, Rhode Island, and COM
mands a view which in its varied aspect
takes in mingled scene of outspreading land
and water. His residence is an ancient man.
sion, embosomed in trees and vines-a great,
ample dwelling-plsce in the lap of the hills
built by Richard Kirk, in 1871. This place
has been the resort of many distinguished
men of letters and of men of art-of travel
lers and of statesmen who have gone thither
to pay their respects to the sage, philosopher,
and poet. They have always received a cor
dial welcome, and enjoy the purity of taste
and simplicity of manner which preside over
the hospitable mansion. Here the venerable
host enjoys the society of his chosen friends,
and retires for a season from the exacting
duties and turmoils of q daily editorial life.
Walking on a sunny October afternoon
with the poet over his loved domain, he
pointed out young Spanish chestnut tree
laden with nuts, and, springing lithely on
fence despite his seventy-five summers,
caught an open burr hanging from one of the
lower branches, opened it, and jumping down
with the agility of a youth, handed his city
guest the contents consisting of two as large
and beautiful chestnuts as we ever saw in
Europe. Why this nut is not more generally
grown in this country is mystery which Mr..
Bryant could not explain. The Madeira nut
and pecan are also successfully cultivated at
Cedar Near. About quarter of mile dis
tant from the mansion, the poet pointed out
black walnut which first made its appear
ance above ground in 1713 and has attained
| girth of twenty-five feet and an immense
breadth of branches. Every year it strews
the ground around its gigantic stems with an
abundance of nuts of the finest kind. In one
of Bryants poems this noble black walnut
tree-the poets especial pride-is mentioned
| He says:-
"On my cornice llnger the ripe black grapes un-
gathered;
Children fill the groves with the echoes of their gee,
| Gathering tawny chestnuts, and shouting when
beside them
Drops the heavy fruit Of the tail walnut tree
The taste displayed by the poet in the Sc
lection and adornment of his residence at
Roslyn is more than equalled by the affection
and veneration which have prompted him to
| purchase the old homestead of his family at
Cummington, Mass. This is a venerable
mansion, situated in the region of the Hamp-
shire Hills and is a spot which nature has
surrounded with scenes fit to awaken the
early dreams of the poet and to fill his soul
with purest inspirations. Id the midst of
such scenes the young singer received his
earliest impressions, and descriptive of them
he has embodied some of his most cherished
and beautiful home-endearing poetry.
DIGESTION AND PARADIsE.-Ah! talk of bless
ings. What blessing is digestion! To
digest! Do you know what it means? 1t is
to have the sun always shining, and the shade
always ready for you. 1t is to be met with
smiles, and to be greeted with kisses. 1t is
to hear sweet sounds, to sleep with sweet
dreams, to be touched ever by gentle, soft,
cool hands. 1t is to be in Paradise. Adam
and Eve were in Paradise. Why? Their di-
gestion was good. Ah then they took liber
ties, ate bad fruit-things they could moi
digest. fThey what we call ruined theii
constitutions, destroyed their gastric juices
and then they were expelled from Paradise by
an angel with flaming sword. The ange
with the flaming sword, which turned two
ways, was Indigestion. There came a great
indigestion upon the earth because the cooks
were bad, and they called it deluge. All.
thank God there is to be no more deluges-
all the evil comes from this. Macbeth
could not sleep. 1t was the supper, not the
murder. His wife talked and walked. IL was
the supper again. Milton had a bad diges
ton, because he was always SO cross; and youl
Carlyle must have the worst digestion in the
world, because he never says any good o
anything. All! to digest is to be happy. Be
lieve me, my friends, there is no other way
not to be turned out of Paradise by fiery
two-handed turning word.-1rOL0pe.