The Herald of Wales and Monmouthshire Recorder. — 1883-10-20 (Swansea, West Glamorgan, Wales)

AMONG THZ T 111769.  A native gentleman, who had come to Lucknow for a sum of money, was returning raw day before the suppreesion of Thuggisto to his residence at some distance in the country. He was a Miamiman of powerful build, and weld armed, and started upon a strong and fleet horse. As be journeyed he reached the plantation, and, after safely pawing through, was leaving it, when, In! two men, in rage and dust, stretched out their arms, and cried, "For Allah's sake, give us alms! we are dying froni want of food I" but, brandishing his whip around him, he galloped past. in the evening he arrived at a khan (inn),in which he purposed resting for the night. There he found among the occupants three Mussulmah gentlemen, who, entering casually into conversation with him, stated that they were travelling together for the sake of safety, and had • considerable amount of coin with them, some of which they, as by accident, let him we. As it turned out that their journey, at least for some distance, was on the same n ad. they beeged to be allowed to accompany him, and be foraer protected by his arms; but he, remarking that their horses were not so fleet as his, and his bushierse was urgent, politely declined their society. lie therefore in the morning started without them. Towards sunset he was approaching hie datination, but had to pass iner a track -,f treeless and sandy country, and here his eye was arrested by an open grave, with a body at its side wrapped in graveclothes, with its head towards Mecca, and two men standing by. As they caught sight of him they ran toe ards him bewailing the fate of their friend, and cesing "For Allah's sake have compassion! Our brother is dead, and we know not the words of the futwah [opening chapter of the Karin), and dare not bury him without uttering them. Yoe must know them ; if you deshe salvation you will come and repeat them. Have pity, for Allah's sake !" Here was a sore test of the piety and loyalty demanded by his faith. As soon as a mania laid in his grave-en ends the legend—the two angels of judgment will addreee him, one to take cogrinance of his good deeibi, and the tither nf his evil deeds, and the first question will be, Was the futwah recited when he wan buried? To suffers man tube buried without it, was to bring upen himself the curse of Allah and his prophet ' (" blessings on his ht ad !"), and for this he will have hinnelf, when buried, to suffer through the angels of judgment. How can hp refuse? He gets off his horse auci approaches the grave. But he must not moth the words on so solemn an occasion with Anne upon him. Thew are taken off and laid on the ground. The two men stand one oii each nide of him, and, , kneeling be begins the recitation. But scarcely have the opening wo-de been uttered before the two men drag bins to the earth and the body in the mei-cloth.% springs to hie neck, and in a few seconds he is strangled, stabbed, robbed if his gold, and buried in , the grave. All the men who had accosted him in , his journey were Thu -1,, and one of them, in proof of the murder, led the way to the grave, where the bones , of their hunted victim were found.—Leinire Hour.  A young editor, in an article about the money market, wrote: 'Money im dome, but not close enough to reach."  _ Fogg says:—" I get along with my wife charming:y. I give her sixpence every time I buy a cnrar, and se soon 88 she gets El ahead I borrow it to buy more cigars with, and the poor little innocent thinks all is serene. Nothing succeeds like success" "Let's see—let's see—when did Christopher Columbus die?" queried a brisk little man as he entered a shoe shop in Michigan. "Can't you come in die eidnings ?" replied the cobbler as he ceased his pegging. "I'd like to know right away." " Vbell, I likes to oblige you, but you see my son Shun, he takes all der measures in a pock, und like enough he snows if Colombo alias here." "Do you know who discovered America?" " Vhell, I oxpose I du, but! hat so many customers all der time do I d..ssn' keep track of names no m re. Wait till Shun comes it. —be knows der whole crowd."  Wallsee's Boots ere.;l4l far the beet, 230, High-street Swamis. w