Year: 1875




nshed IN his own handwriting introduction and all:


JoYcEs AUTOBIOGRAPHY.


The following extracts from the autoblographc
novel OF Colonel John A. Joyce, now confined in the
Missouri State Prison for alleged completely in the
,shiskey frauds This is from the hrst chapter:-


Ny father the youngest Of seven children
He was the pet OF his mother and his nature was
aremcy generous At the age Of seventeen hc became
husband by running away from school with my
mother, who only fifteen. They had known each
other from childhood, separated only by salmon
stream that divided tho village Of Moloueh from
Shraugh the the western shore OF Ireland
The parents OF my father dead the marriage
aook place, and the old stone house in the village
gemained in charge Of the youngest and sister
abe nedged couple began at the cares OF con
nubial life. small holding OF land. horse cows,
sheep pigs and poultry constituted the main worldly
wealth Of my father and with heart light
as the mountain air he titled the soil,
cared for his nocks, drawing upon the river
land the for luxures to supply his humble board.
The village acknowledged him leader in everything
he undertook, and, although his youth and wayward
mature often aroused opposition, tho old people would
listen his counsel and act upon the suggestions OF
his pushing arguments. He bad good education for
She tme. What he lacked in the embellishments of
echoasc he made up in natural attainmens culed
from the winding road OF observation When the
nabors OF the day ended my father would sally
Eoh into the mountain wds 70 enjoy dash at deer and
Salmon, in defiance Of landlord laws that placed
bargo upon what God and nature intended for
The beasts OF the hed birds OF tho air and fish from
Hhe water registered by English laws for the
benefit of few petty land tyrants while the glorious
eons OF toll denied everything that might aid
abe development of their physical mental consttu
fions The dance, wake, hurdle and foot
missed the presence OF Mike, who bore of laures IN
many contested village struggles. Thus time went by
until the 4h OF July, 1872 ushercd into life your hum
BILE servant Johnny Jackson





Ny mother only sixteen when l was born.
Ehe the youngest child Of her parents Her
mother died after she born she raised
under the of stepmother and loving father
who did everything in his power to bring out the
latent talent that slumbered in the deep nature of
his child. At school she could generally be found
at tho head Of her class, when not in mis-
chief with the girls or boys that happened to come
IN contact with her volatile ambition. When she
Threw up her books at the age OF fifteen for the
purpose or becoming wre the parish said she
the brightest and handsomcst girl to be found be-
Tween tho Peak and tho rocks or Connemara Her
nature bounding like the step Of the gazelIe,
and she above her station like the lark that
spurns the valley aud mounts into the upper blue.
Her eye was coorcd like the violet Her nut-brown
hair srayed over the shoulder her waist and the
winds played hide and seek In her flowing tresses
Her teeth and white as alabastcr. Her
lips were moulded ia lines OF beauty and poung in life
and love; her cheeks ripe peaches that the sun
had warmly kissed and her full form from head TO
foot bespoke the perfect woman Her voice sweet
as linuet thrush, and even now after blank Of
fwenty years. her glorious volume of song awakens
echoes 10 the halls OF memory and waits me back to
the long ago when looked into her heavenly eyes and
fell asleep upon her loving bosom She was all to me
and was all to her but cruel fate interviewed and
Blottod forever tho sweetest and dearest love
earth-thst between mother and


FIRST SARATOGA, n Y.--AGK EIGHT.


/ was introduced TO Mr.. Tiptoe the teacher-a tail,
raw. boncd man, about twenty FIVE years or age His
head square and his face sharp His eyes
blue ana his hair long and yellow like the silk In
dan corn. There about 1fty schoars-boys and
glrls-rangug from 1--WE to eighteen years OF age.
noticed when recess came that the teacher and Rosy
Ramsey a big girl, plump and gay, were closely
vcrsing while the balance OF the school were tearing
and ripping at play Rosy would not go out to play.
She it seems, had hard to do, and wanted
Mr. Tipioe to assist her. While attempting to
work Oh the slate | believe In my soul she was pay
ing more attention what the teacher said about the
party at Squire Morten's and the quilting and apple
pcoling they attended the previous week at Farmer
Browne was shy, and remained the stove.
Tho PAIR would look at occasionally, and when they
thought my eyes we're on them sly fingers would work
wonders and loving lips would tell tales that won't
repeat Oh, no. never anything, but felt in my
young heart the force OF the example and that
ing after school, strolng home through the woods
with Dolly Doen, sweet little club, broke over the
walls or embarrassment and kissed her The recooc-
ton Of that audacious kiss haunts nv memory yet
often in the winding paths Of life have reverted to the
Autlerug Of my heart when nrst kissed Dolly Dolen.
sac said she would tell her father but found after
ward she changed her mind and didut Our ages were
about equal she plump brunette, with black spark
ling eyes, with all the witchery Of fairy. For six
months We we're neighbors and sohoolmates In the
early morning would pass her house. wait at tho
wicket cato untI she appeared take her basket and,
Joining hands, we would skip away to school. III
had anything 10 cat that was and good my FIRST
impulse noon 10 lnd Dolly and lay the con
tributons Of love IN her lap She would often
the compliment We wandered through woods and fields
In search OF bright blossoms and believe the drst
birds nest ever robbed owing to her iuportun-
lies The little blue eggs were 50 cunning and specked,
nothing would do but she must "take them home to
hatch under the canary" erataed her every wish.
believe had she desired II would have thrown myself
over the neighborng cIid whcro often IN the cngthen
ing RAYS o. the setting sun wc watched the walking
shadows as they travelled homeward for the ght Sit
ting on messy bank a, the foot Or lofty pine we
would often snugge like little birds IN 4 nest and
with auttering hearts promise undyng lore never
tlred OF kissing She appeared % enjoy u very
much, FOR when talked Of going home she would
throw her dimpled arms around my neck and say
there was yet lots Of time Her mother was
dead and q married sister kept house for
her father. She had brother Oiled tho void OF
brother and sweetheart, and 10 this world
aheir love and hearts more pure Dolly dear, whore
are you nowS II this wandering child Or my BRAN
should ever catch your eye, what delightful rccoec-
tions would II call TO mind Maybe, like myself you
nave sinncd and you have suffered The rushing cares
or married life or the cold Of the world may have
shilled your heart dimmed your bcaming eye but
feel that 10 the bright mansions Of memory you cherish