ddle gave the most unbounded satisfaction, and the
Association in taking this new departure, has struck a popular chord.
Scarcely a person in the vast audience but would prefer such an
entertainment to a dry lecture by some dictionary sharp. Of the
performance, it is unnecessary to go into details, as all our readers were
there, with few exceptions. The fat female, Urso, more than carved the
fiddle. She dug sweet morsels of music out of it, all the way from the
wish-bone to the part that goes over the fence last. She made it talk
Norwegian, and squeezed little notes out of it not bigger than a cambric
needle, and as smooth as a book agent. The female singer was fair, though
nothing to brag on, while the male grasshopper sufferers sang as well as
was necessary. But the most agile flea-catcher that has been here since
Anna Dickinson's time, was sixteen-fingered Jack, the sandhill
crane that had the disturbance with the piano. We never knew what the row
was about, but when he walked up to the piano smiling, and shied his
castor into the ring, everybody could see there was going to be trouble.
He spit on his hands, sparred a little, and suddenly landed a stunning
blow right on the ivory, which staggered the piano, and caused an
exclamation of agony. First knock down for Jack. He paused a moment and
then began putting in blows right and left, in such a cruel manner that
the spectators came near breaking into the ring. Whenever a key showed its
head he mauled it. We never saw a piano stand so much punishment, and
live, and Jack never got a scratch. The whole concert was a success, and
the troupe can always get a good house here.

A DEAD SURE THING.

The only persons that are real sure that their calling and election is
sure, and that they are going to heaven across lots, are the men who are
hung for murder. They always announce that they have got a dead thing on
it, just before the drop falls. How encouraging it must be to children to
listen to the prayers of our ministers in churches, who admit that they
are miserable sinners living on God's charity, and doubtful if they would
be allowed to sit at His right hand, and as they tell the story of their
unworthiness the tears trickle down their cheeks. Then let the children
read an account of a hanging bee, and see how happy the condemned man is,
how he shouts glory hallelujah, and confesses that, though he killed his
man, he is going to heaven. A child will naturally ask why d