Year: 1873




Mr.. Cobleigh of Nelson street,
bought three hens Saturday night, and
put them under box until he could
build coop. Sunday morning he saw
one Of them in the street, and bestowing
brief curse On the somebody who had
overturned the box, and jeopardized his
property, he started out after It, to
drive It back into the yard. It took fif-
teen minutes to convince him that the
hen could not be driven into that yard,
and then he attempted to catch it.
Three times he rose up with his hands
fun OF feathers, and his chin full of
sand, but still that hen eluded him.
Once he got il cornered, and thought
sure he had it. but il few straight up
over his head, and tapped its wings in
his face, and filed his eyes with dust.
o how mad Mr.. Cobleigh was. It was
Sunday morning. The bells were ring
ing, people were starting to church, and
there he was in the street, with no coat
or hat on, aud with nothing but slippers
on his feet, and every once in awhile one
of them would come off and fly through
the air, and his naked feet would come
in contact with the cruel gravel, before
he could stop himself. Then he would
have to hop back on one foot after that
slipper, while the hen stood on the walk
and elocuted, and the little Sunday
school children stopped aud laughed,
and their parents reproyed them and
laughed too. Finally the hen got away
from him and started down street at a
wonderful speed for a hen, and he
started after her, his face redder than
ever, and every time he cleared a. rod,
he would stop and hop back two after
one of those slippers. When he reached
the corner of Essex street, he jumped
out of both slippSvs at once, but instead
of stopping to go back. he picked up
stick Of wood, and kept on. Then as
the hen dodgod into gateway he hurled
the stick, and broke the leg of a strange
dog, which added its piercing kiyi,"
TO the entertainment But Cobleigh
didn't stop. He tore into the yard after
his property, in his bare feet, and chased
the hen into wood-pile and caught it
Just as the owner of the premises came
out and wanted TO know what Cobieigh
was going to do with his hen, and what
he meant, anyway, by getting drunk and
kicking up such a hullabaloo IN
peaceful neighborhood. Cobleigh first
thought he would knock the man down
with an AK, and what he could not eat Of
him bury under the barn, but the new
conner succeeded in proving 20 Cobleigh
that the hen was his, and then the miser-
able man burst into tears and limped
back home, where he found the three
hens under the box. DdRbHTV Nc1gs.


THE Christian Union ca. W. Beecher,)
speaking of the speech by Professor
Agassiz at the opening of the Anderson
school of natural history, says: AZ
ter few opening words, felieitously
suited to put all their minds into fellow
ship, Agassiz said tenderly, and with
touching franlness, ] think we have
need of help. do not feel that can
call any one here TO ask blessing for
us. know would not have anybody
pray for us at this moment. 1 ask you
for moment to pray for yourselves.
Upon this, the great scientist. IN an age
in which so many other great scientists
have concluded that praying is quite an
unscientifc and very useless proceeding,
bowed his head reverently his pupils
and friends did the same, and there, in
a silence that was very solumn and very
beautiful, each spirit was free TO crave
of the Great Spirit the blessing that was
needed. For our own part it seemed to
us that this scene OF Agassiz aud his Pu-
pills, with heads bowed in silent prayer
for the blessing Of the God of nature, to
be given to that school then opened for
the study of nature, is spectacle for
some great artist TO spread out worthily
upon canvas. and to be kept alive in the
memories Of mankind" T"