The Nevada picayune., 1884-12-25

tu6 DuSt dllu ldSOus lIC SCCihc e' , have graduated and taken the frs . honOrs st a strutting school. Hi , garments fit as well as if he beel melted and poured in them; mud soft enough to bag moonbeam wohld not yield to the touch more , readily than that downy vest, ant the fly which dares to set foot or those pants without first pullini of his shoes deserves to be con demned for sacriliege. Look a him; he holds his head ss if in con
 stant readiness to be drenched tries to keep straight until he has become sway.backed and measure: each step like one who carefully calculates the distance travelled
 I read that mans thoughts as ht passes along-read ali of them index, preface, introduction, con tents and appendix, and all are contained in these three short words: "Behold the msA.'
 "Extremes will meet" as the pa rent said when he saw his baby sucking his own big toe, and right before me is a most contrastable enti.thesis of the man I have just finished. The upper part of his body sways and tacks like Q pen. dulum or ship, while the lower half, hitched to a number 12 bro- gan, %aes along without reference to anything in particular. His eyes show they are in his head.and that's about all they do show, and his manner indicates that he is not pestered about the affairs of this transient and itful existence. It is evident that he don't care whether Cleveland ',,beats Hen- dricks or Mcdaniel beats, Randall, and no conceivable adjustment of the vexed and complicated tariff question can possibly rouse a sim gle, solitary wave of trouble to roll across his peacefuE.breast. His cares have folded their tents, like the Arabs, and gone off without leaving word when they will be back. As l am not versed in hier- ology or dead languages I can't read that fellows thoughts and must, therefore content myself with having told what he didn't think.
 Next comes the tall, stringy man with an intelligent eye and a deject. ed, long g-metre look. He walks with a slow, scanning, poetical step, and musings dry with each succeed , footfalI. He seems to illuminate the. world with his literary cheg q Guure. I think his subject is "No etical Dynamics."
 There goes a poor, homeless out cast in rags and wretchedness
 Forlorn, friendless, forsaken, ( victim of the despotism of the bar room and the gaming, table, Inc wanders aimlessly on, waiting ohly for the opening earth and the de scending clod. Far away are moth
 CT and sisters whose tears anC whose prayers and whose affec. tions are tenderly and forever his and brother whose arm is long enough and strong enough to give and whose heart yearns to lift hin from his degradation. But death is sweeter than the reproachful faces in the loved and once happy home cirle he has so signally dIshonored
 With heart that is full of manly r generous nobIe impulses; that beats warmly for a world Which tutns coldly to him; that has sympathy for the suffering, forbearance fol the wayward, charity for those wbo err, and only kindness, hnt tenderness for all the creatures that walk the earth-wlth such { heart as this, yet pulsing it's warn blood, like refreshing sunlight r among mouldering ruins, he wan ders, he wanders on, feeling as i
 he wert the last, lonesome guest who fingers amid the desolation O a 'banquet hall deserted"
 An! here comes the Colossus o Rhodes-another man with a biz head. A suit of clothes the size of his feelings would be large enough for wagon cover-owine probably, to the size of the Wagon Put him on oath and you may GOV CT the value of his property with q homestead hut the hOm estnC