Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1878-10-25

Carver the riHoman, turns up an eloquent
nose at the Creedmoor style Of shooting. He
says that he has yet to meet the deer or In
dian who would feel it an honor to be asked
TO stand at ease and wait for an enemy to
drop upon his back, cross his legs, push the
butt Of his rifle against his right check, clasp
ing the stock with his left hand thrown be-
hind his head, rest the muzzle over his knees,
adjust his wind gauge and elevation before
pulling the trigger. Carver is of the opinion
that any well regulated Indian would have q
dozen scnlps in his belt during the time occu-
pied by the Crecdmoor riheman's preparation,
while the deer would probably cast n plying
look back rs he lesurely rubbed one or his
cars with n hind leg and sirolled smilingly
away. But the distinguished riheman forgets
that the average Creedmoor sportsman is not
fitting for work on the plains The range
was established for target shooting, and when
Jackson or Jewell, or Fulton, hits the bulls
eye he accompshes precisely what be at
tempted to do, whether he assumes n position
looking like an inebriated ''6. " ornot. Meth
err should the critic lose sight Of the fact that
there is no sport frecr from objections thnn
rifle shooting. No one with nerves unstrung
by dissipation can hope to compete. The
hand must be steady and the eye and judy
ment clear, for without these requirements no
man can hope to enter the lists as success
full riAeman.
Every now and again somebody turns up
here with n story about fortune which he or
she is about to come into as the "long lost
child relative or descendant Of some old
Croesus who has been dead for many years.
The public are duly RECALLED with glowing
account Of the claimants claims and prospects,
and then the whole matter drops out Of sight,
the claimant usually being either a lunatc or
an impostor. We are just now going through
one of these periodical attacks. The hero in
this case is bluff and weatherbeaten old sail
or named Morgan, who has come all the way
down from Maine to look after little trifie Of
81 500. 600 which he says clearly belongs to
him as heir Of some old chap who lived in
New York far back of the memory Of this
generation and which he will doubtless get
when the sky falls.
1t may or may not be a source OF aatisfac-
ton to your readers to learn that the much
mootcd question ~ to whether there is or is
not place Of eternal punishment has been
settled at last. The synod Of the Reformed
| Episcopal Church. recently adjourned, en-
phatcally declared that there is hell. There
was but little discussion Of the point. One OF
two soft hearted brethren ventured to suggest
that perhaps it might be as well to allow q
little latitude to believers, and to permit them
to think either way according to their several
reasons and consciencos but these were in
continently stepped on by the august body,
and the dogma was recorded in its most un.
compromising form.
And, by the way, speaking of theological
matters Mr.. Boecher has just got back from
his long vacation and lecturing tour in the far
West heavier in body and in pocket and
brimful Of health aud eloquonce. Brother
| Talmage since his detective work amid the
slums Of New York has so risen in the esti-
nation Of his flock, that his salary has been
raised from $1,000 TO $1,000 per year. Sc
Talmaga is happy, aud is even more vigorous
than before in his denunciations OF vice and
worldliness generally. RADIx.