ngs that they met on their pilgrimage road.

"Yea! hope and despondency, pleasure and pain,
Are mingled together in sunshine and rain;
And the smile and the tear, the song and the dirge,
Still follow each other, like surge upon surge.

"'Tis the wink of an eye,--'tis the draught of a breath;
--From the blossom of health to the paleness of death,
From the gilded saloon to the bier and the shroud:
--Oh! why should the spirit of mortal be proud?"

FIVE-LEGGED CALF.

President Lincoln had great doubt as to his right to emancipate the
slaves under the War power. In discussing the question, he used to like
the case to that of the boy who, when asked how many legs his calf would
have if he called its tail a leg, replied, "five," to which the prompt
response was made that calling the tail a leg would not make it a leg.

A STAGE-COACH STORY.

The following is told by Thomas H. Nelson, of Terre Haute, Indiana, who
was appointed minister to Chili by Lincoln:

Judge Abram Hammond, afterwards Governor of Indiana, and myself arranged
to go from Terre Haute to Indianapolis in a stage-coach.

As we stepped in we discovered that the entire back seat was occupied
by a long, lank individual, whose head seemed to protrude from one end of
the coach and his feet from the other. He was the sole occupant, and was
sleeping soundly. Hammond slapped him familiarly on the shoulder, and
asked him if he had chartered the coach that day.

"Certainly not," and he at once took the front seat, politely giving
us the place of honor and comfort. An odd-looking fellow he was, with
a twenty-five cent hat, without vest or cravat. Regarding him as a good
subject for merriment, we perpetrated several jokes.

He took them all with utmost innocence and good nature, and joined in
the laugh, although at his own expense.

After an astounding display of wordy pyrotechnics, the dazed and
bewildered stranger asked, "What will be the upshot of this comet
business?"

Late in the evening we reached Indianapolis, and hurried to Browning's
hotel, losing sight of the stranger altogether.

We retired to our room to brush our clothes. In a few minutes I
descended to the portico, and there descried our long, gloomy fellow
traveler in the center of an admiring group of lawyers, among whom were
Judges McLean and Huntington, Albert S. White, and Richard W. Thompson,
who seemed to be amused and interested in a story he wa