ALBANY REGISTER.
jptaug Register.
This is a picture of Horace Greeley.
Picture necessarily omitted. The
reader will amglae a wry sorry ylo
tnre.) See how sad he look. He Is
my great man. lie was once a poor
editor. An editor Is a man who lives
on what other people owe him until
be starves to death. Mr. Greeley dM
not starve, because he ate too much
Graham bread. Do von love Gmhaui
bread ? Sometimes Mr. Greele y would
write piece to the New York Tribune.
He belonged to the New York Tribune.
"or the New York Tribtme belonged to
him, I have forgotten which. The
Tribune had a great many subscriber.
A subscriber Is a person who rakes a
paper, and tells everybody else he
ought to subscribe. After he lias
"subscribed" abou seven years, the
editor writes to him and usk blra to
let him have $2 SO (two dollars and
fifty cents.) and then the subscriber
writes back to the editor and tells blm
not to send Ms old paper any more,
for there is nothing In It ; and then the
poor editor goes and staves some
more
Now I will tell you about Mr. Gree
ley. He used to wrap up strawberry
plants and beet and things In his
paper and send them to hissiinscrltier.
His paper was ''not an organ," so
you see it woum now a great many
strawberry plants. Mr. Greeley had
heard that any poor boy might be
President of the United States and
have plenty ot money and buy Alaska
Diamonds and St. Domlugoes and
tilings, so he used to sit and think bow
be might become President. Tbeu he
would scratch his head. He did not
have any hair on his bead, like yon
and I, so he soon made his head very
we, and people used to call him the
Great Sore Head, and then Mr. Gree
ley would say. "You lie, you villain,
you lie!" There was a great many
men besides Mr. Greeley who Itched
all over in spots to be President, or
Governor, constable, or something else
beside what God intended them to be.
These men were all very sorry when
they saw Mr. Greeley's head aid they
said. "Let us make him President,
and maybe the poor head will get
well." So they ail got together.
" without regard to country, creed, or
color, politics or religion," and they
called themselves "Democratic Re
publican," which is a Greek word,
and means, "anything to get at the
Treasury." The Treasury Is a large
latllding at Washington, where all the
Sold belonging to the United States is
ket until there is a corner " in
Wall street. You don't know what a
"corner" is, my children, and I will
not make yon unhappy by telling you.
Weil, as I was saying all the people
got together in a place called Cincin
nati, where they pack a great deal of
pork, six) they all agreed that Mr.
Greeley was a good man because lie
did not have any religion, and that lie
was a great man because he did not
have any politics, and would make a
rood President, as be would not have
any of those things to bother him.
So they told him to dress himself up
nice, and to black his boot, and "swing
around the circle." Yon like toswlng.
do you not children? Mr. Greeley
was like a child In a great many thine-.
He loved to play about the garden
among the rhubarb, and cabbage, and j
guano, etc., and catch Democrats in '
his large white bat. A Democrat Is a j
fowl that eats crow until It is gorged. 1
iind is then easily caught by Mr. Gree-1
ley. But, alas, it made Mr. Greeley j
very sick to swing, ami it made all of :
chose wicked men sick that told him !
to go and " swing " ami they all wept,
and said i " Don't yon remember how
sick it made 'Old Mr. Johnson' to.
' swing around the circle ? nut M r.
Greeley ski. 'You are always sad
dest when T swing.' and went on
swinging, and bis I lead got sorer all
the time, and he got raving crazy,
and his friends did not know whether
lie was Horace Greeley or Daniel
Pratt or1 George Francis Train ! My
children, the moral to this sad story
b it any good little boy wants to be
the President of these United States
he must never " swing around the cir
cle." Iknm Fall Courier.
An Indiana editor lays down his
shears for a few minutes to write a
double leaded editorial, in which he
plaintively remarks : -We are tlie re
cipient of half a peck of trice onions,
two water melons and a bottle of gin- i
ger beer trom one of our sobscrilier.
Toe gifts were like the shadow of a
rock In a weary land. We are glad
some one remembered us in the midst
of our labors and cares, and evinced
that remembrance In o delicate a man
ner. We dote on onions and love mel
ons dearly ; and so long as the fra-
rtce of the former andthe gripes or
latter linger about u. we shall
hold the kind donor tn affectionate re
membrance. Ot ginger beer we lave
not been aU to speak cntbnsktticaliy.
lot may say that oar children enjoyed
It greatly, while the empty bottle add
ed not Nttb to the effective fore of
enrealkx) armory. These little act
teiplreav to motto exertions, but
our tobKriptioo wuTethe
Tfce
The following story come In a
rouudabout way from Lisbon. Portu
gal. We give Kfc what It Is worth:
A couple of days ago our beautiful
city was thrown into a state ot great
excitement by the sudden arrival of a
Trans-Atlantic guest who did not
come by steamer, but through the air.
Some fishermen who were living In a
little village two leagues from Lisbon
were pursuing their piscatorial occu
pation early in the morning, when
they saw a sight which made them
shiver. From the west there came,
carried by the breeze, floating through
the air. a huge body. The supersti
tious fisherman thought it was the
"Flying Dutchman," or some other
supernatural thing. So they fled from
shore.
The balloon, for snch It was, came
nearer ami nearer the shore, dipping
its anchor In the waves. On the shore
the anchor got hold, and some cour
ageous men who at last dared to ap-
E roach it, fastened and secured the
sllnon. In which they found two dead
bodies. That of a young, lovely wo
man, ami of a mulatto man. The
head of this mulatto was penetrated
with revolver balls, and his right shoul
der was torn fo pieces, as If somebody
bad gnawed the flesh off it The
young woman was lying on the bot
tom of the car. with' open mouth and
ghastly open eyes.
The coroner was summoned and an
inquest held. On the mulatto there
was nothing found that could tend to
explain the mystery. Bat the pocket
of the young tady contained some let
ters, written lu the Spanish language,
and at her side, on the bottom of the
oar. was found a book a sort of diary.
The letters were addressed to Slgnora
Angelina Rysworth, Calle de Balivar,
Caracas. By these letters It was shown
that the balloon had crossed the Atlan
tic ocean, as Caracas is a city in the
Republic of Venezuela, South Ameri
ca.
But the diary contained yet more
Information, which threw a glaring
light i
.pi
;tit over tne wnoie mystery.
The diary commenced three years
ago. it gtves tn Drier notes a graphic
sketch ot love ami jealousy. The
maiden name of the young woman
was Angelina Medlra. She had many
admirers, but did not love any of them.
One of tne young men who was most
desperately in love with her wa a
mulatto, Daniel Flgnola. The diary
tells ot bis passionate ami Impetuous
wooing. Site did not love htm nay,
she hated and despised him. Infuriat
ed by her resistance to his wishes, he
determined that she should be his by
any means. Once when she went to
church she was suddenly lifted up and
thrown into a coach, which rapidly
drove away. But her loud cries for
help was beard by an Englishman
named Rysworth, who. with two other
men. rushed to her assistance, stopped
tlie coach by shooting one of the liorses.
aud liberated -her from tlie fiendish
mulatto.
Rysworth was an Englishman, as I
have said before, and an srouaut. He
made a very good living in Caracas.
In a great garden his balloon was fas
tened to heavy anchors, and let np and
down with passengers who wanted to
took down on mother earth from a dis
tance of 800 yards. Slgnora Angelina
describes him In her diary as a man of
fiue physique and rare beamy. His
hair and mustache were of a light
blonde color, which is so much admir
ed by tlie Spanish ladies. She fell in
love with him ami lie with her. They
were married. Now the rage of the
mulatto. Daniel Flgnola, Knew no
Ifttuud. He foamed with rage aud
vowed revenge.
Time went on. Rysworth and his
wife lived happily togetiwr. Siguora
Angelina used sometime to go up in
the balloon with lady passengers.
One day. when she had Just stepped
Into the car, aud everything wa in
readiness tor auasccnsloi , tile mulatto,
quick as lightning, pushed his way
through the crowd of ladles surround
ing tlie balloon, jumped Into the car.
and cut the rope. It was the work of
a moment.
The balloon ascended rapidly, amid
tlie Hchriek of the unfortunate An
gelina, and soon disappeared from the
terrified ami thunderstruck spectators,
among whom was the a ronaut, Mr.
Rysworth. almost frantic with grief.
Alone in the air with her cruel foe,
what a terrible fate for tlie poor An
gelina. But site was a courageous woman.
When the black scoundrel approached
her, he snatched a revolver, which
was always placed in a pocket of tlie
car. and blew his brain out.
But what :.ow to do? Alone she
was alone ui mid air. the Atlantic
ocean roiling its heavy waves a couple
of thousand yard under her feet. No
one to help her; no one to free her
from this terrible and most miserable
poMttoo.
loy alter day the baiioou continued
Its voyage across the Atlantic; day
after day lite doomed woman hoped to
see an end to her miseries, but none
came. Sbchad uotluiMt eat notb-
hunger made her desperate; she at
tacked the corpse of M mulatto, and
Mgwea toe flesh treat the dead man's
wnouitMn. Btfteotofortfrwtodtttente.
The. odor of (he corpse was too terri-
We. "Rather die than eat human
flesh ! site writes In her diary. This
book was her onlv solace; she knew
tint she was going to die. but she
wanted her beloved husband to know
her fate ; kuow that she died unpollut
ed, and with only one thought tliat
of meeting Mm, Iter all. In heaven.
This diarr, written between lienven
and earth, is a masterpiece of female
eloquence.
The corpses of the beautiful Ange
lina Rysworth and the beastly Daniel
Flgnola were Interred in the chinch ot
Sonhue. The murdered murderer oc
cupies a grave alongside of bis victim.
Flta Three Hundred Feet
a Hnrtil
ln Hnllooti.
An extra of the De Kalb (.111.) Stm
re the following account of the
ath ot a man by railing from a bal
loon recently : Mr. Deunistou. aero
naut, who advertised that L. Durham
would make an ascension at this place,
was Inflating hi monster balloon.
"City ot New York," and had nearly
completed the Inflating process, when
people on tlie north side of the grounds
discovered smoke escaping from tlie
top of the balloon. It was scarcely
visible at first but fester and faster
emitted the smoke and the alarm was
given, tort hardly had the defection lu
the air-ship became apparent before
flames issued from tlie very top of tlie
balloon. Quickly the shout went up.
"The balloon is on fire !" and those
near by began to retreat ; tlie liorses
were also driven here and there
to escape all danger. The dry
cambric aud it dry covering began
burning, first slowly, then the flames
spread, and upward ami onward went
the fire, a premonition by this time
overtaking the spectators every one
present feeling that some fearful if not
fatal calamity would result. Scarcely
liad the flames burst out however, be
fore an apertnre of two or three feet
was made where the guy-rope Itold
ing the unwieldy thing crossed It
and the rope horned off and away to
the southward shot the balloon, carry
ing with it in its course Michael Mc
Mann, a laborer assisting lu tlie Infla
tion. Being near the basket as It
started off he became entangled, and
hanging with one foot Inskle the bask
ethis hands holding the ropes lie
thus ascended for perhaps one hundred
feet and regained a position in the
basket, which again hung sideways,
and in another niknte be was hanging
to tlie ropes alone atahlghtof not
less than 300 leet. Now his strength
gave way, his presence of mind deser
ted him and hi an another moment
the poor man is seen felling to the
earth, filling with horror ana conster
nation the 400 or 600 spectators on the
grounds. He descended to the earth
nearly in a standing position from
three hundred feet In midair, until,
when near tnmirmi, lie fell backward,
striking the ground with his bach with
such force a to produce a concussion
heard some distance awav. He wa:
utterly crushed, the blood streaming
from his month and nostrils. McMami
left a wife and several children who
depended upon his labors for a living.
The balloon alighted but a few rods
outside of the Pair grounds, and was
soon consumed.
The Costextku Mas. A wealthy
epicure applied to an Arabian doctor
for a prescription that would restore
his body to health, and give happiness
to his mind. The physician advised
him to exchange shirts with a man
who was perfectly contented with ins
lot upon which the patient set out
upon his journey in pur.-ult of such a
person. After many months spent
without accomplishing his object be
was told of a certain cobbler of whom
every one had spoken a a model of
contentment and happiness. Pursu
ing tlie direction given, tlie traveler
wa pleased with the sight of the cob
bler enjoying a comfortable nap on a
board. Without ceremony he was
aroused from his slumbers, aud tlie
important interrogatory, whether he
was contented with his lot, was an
swered In the affirmative.
"Then," snkl the seeker after hap
piness, "1 have one small boon to ask
at your hand. It Is that you exchange
shirt with me, that by thl means 1
also become contented' ami happy."
"Most gladly would I accede to your
request," replied tlie cobbler, "but"
"Nay, refuse me not" Interrupted
tlie man of wealth; "any sum tbou
inayest name shall be thine."
"I seek not thy wealth," said the
cobbler, "but but "
"But what?"
"The truth is I have no shirt."
The pernllsr passion o the negro
for making a jubilee of funerals aud
their attendant solemnities Is some
times ludicrously set forth. A friend
was taking a stroll a few evenings ago,
aud walking slowly along, observed a
man and a woman in earnest conver
sation. Just as my friend neared
them the man questioned his compan
ion thus: "is yon gwiue to setup
wid de corpse to-night?" "No."
'What n de world is de reason you
ain't gwlne to set up wid de corpse?"
"Why. you see, my human' won't
lorn me." "Your husban' .' Well, I
never did see such a hnshan' as you Is
I own want to 'low you no pleas
h JlftP
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Coal is coming down by the canal.
Tlie forty Thieve lived a great
many years ago, when thieves were
scarce, heuce they were embalmed in
story. Had fhey lived In our day,
when thieves are so numerous, they
woukl have been totally disregarded
on account of the Insignificance of
their number
The story is simple, Cassliu and
All Baha are brotlier. Casslm Is rich
tin is rien
ic former
ami All Is poor. While the form
leads a life of luxury ami
latter hauls wood mr a llvit
mini inmiuaiia nw Mir.
One dav when Ah Baha wom to the
forests to get a jag ot wood, Tie taw
horsemen approaching. Fearing evil,
lie climbed into a tree aud concealed
himself. The troop halted under that
Identical tree, dismounted and took
from their liorses several heavily load
id carpet-bags.
The captain ot the band there were
just forty of them approached a rock
'hard by and uttered tlie w ords, "Open
Sesame ."' when, as All afterwards ex
pressed to bis wife, "You'd orter have
see Sammy open !" Instantly on the
word a door concealed in tlie rock
opened as if by magic, and tlie cap
tain entered, followed by bis band.
When they had all got lu. the leader
shouted, "Shut Sesame!" when Sam
my immediately shut that being ap
parently w hat Sammy was for. Short
ly after, the robbers (having stored
away their plunder) re-appeared ; the
door closed after them at the word of
command, and mounting their horses
they rode away. Wheu they were
gone, All Balm, getting down from
the tree, tried the magic word himself,
and after a little hesitation he entered
tlie robber's cave.
On every hand were heaps of dia
monds bags of gold, and dead loads
of greenbacks. Here, then, was where
the robbers lived when they were at
borne, aud stored their plunder. He
determined to have his whack at it.
So loadiug his mule with all it could
carry, he started for home. Imagine
the delight of Mrs. Baha when her
husband arrived. She helped him un
load the gold ami store It away In the
cellar with an alacrity she rarely dis
played in doing her housework.
She was anxious to know just how
much there was of It so as to make
out a correct income return to the
government. Accordingly, while her
usband was gone to put np tlie mule,
she tried to count It. Naturally weary
ing of this employment after she liad
got up among the millions, she con
cluded to measure It aud for that pur
pose she ran across tlie street to her
sister-in-law's, Mr. Casslm'. and bor
rowed her half-bushel measure, pre
tending tliat she wanted to measure
some potatoes. As it was so unusual
a thing for All Babe's family to have
half a bushel of potatoes at one time.
Mrs. Casslm 's curiosity was excited,
so she put some Spauldlug's glue on
the bottom of the measure to see what
kind of potatoes they were, which was
mighty small potatoes on the part of
Mr. Casslm.
When the measure was returned,
Mrs. Casslm found a five cent nlckle
adhering to the bottom. This was a
verv suspicions circumstance indeed.
"When," said she to Casslm, in relat
ing the circumstance and showing tlie
niikle, "when did your brotlier ever
have five cents tn the house all at once?
Of a sudden he seems to have bushels
of money." Casslm walked over to
his brotlier' house aud questioned
him on the subject when All, being
a generous hearted fellow, told him
allahont the cavern. Next day Cas
im went up there to get some himself,
but after loading himself down with
wealth, he forgot the magic word
which opened tlie door, and no be
couldn't get out. He tried various
words, cried "Open See-Tommy t"
"Open See-Billy!" "Open See-Polly-Anu
!" but all to no purpose, because
Ins memory couldn't see Sammy. The
result wa that the robliers came, and
being always ready to make a quarter,
when they could, they quartered him,
and bung him up inskle the door as a
warning to any other rash Intruder
who might seek to enter without a
suitable recommendation from his last
plate.
The result might have been antici
pated. Mrs. Casslm, alarmed at Iter
husband's absence, sent All to look
after blm. He went to the cavern,
and on finding his murdered brotlier.
telt almost as naciiy cut np as nts
brotlier was. He packed the last four
sad remains of his brother in one of
the sacks which were on the mule lie
brought along, and then, to balance it,
make accounts square with his
brotlier, as It were. thoughtfully stuf
fed tlie other sacks with gold and
things.
The next business, after getting his
quadrilateral brother home, was to
bury him without creating suspicion
among the neighbor. To account
reasonably for Us death, a servant was
sent to some drug store for whiskey,
under the pretence that Casslm wanted
it for medical purposes; to when It
wa given out next day that whiskey
killed him, no one thought strange of
the circumstance at ail.
One day the captain of the Forty
Thieves came to All 3a bo's house and
pretended lie wa a dealer In petro
leum. He had a large quantity of
MMMXptoiive oil in cask, which he
desired to store with Mm tor a few
days. "Certainly, " said AN. who was
the soul of hospitality, "roll it right
Into my parlor." which was done.
Now some of these cask contained
non-explosive oil. while tlie illirr
were filled with something almost a
i deadly murderous robtam. It wa
shrewdly conjectured by the robber
chief that if tlie oil did not blow up
the whole family, which was probable,
his men would iiisia(ch them during
the night.
Tin; plot felled, however. A ser
vant girl, who bad been sitting up
pretty late in the kitchen with lier
young man, went to one of the cask
to replenish ber lamp, which was get
ting tow. ami discovered the robliers.
She finished them ail by boiling sonic
oil and pnnring It through tlie bmig
hole not the only Instance by any
means where men have been ruined
"In oil."
The roblier chief, being thus left
alone, advertised in tlie papers lot-
forty more thieves, determined to le-
n imsnics anew, ami Hoping o
hi
iidnstrv and close attention to husi
husi-
nes to merit a fair share of public
patronage.
But lie was so overrun wilh ex-Congressmen,
absconding bank officer,
dishonest Postmasters, Indian Super
intendent'!, ex-revenue officer. New
York city couucilmeii and oilier, that
he was driven nearly distracted. In
stead of forty tliere were at least forty
thousand of them, ami, being disgust
ed, be concluded to go out Of the thiev
ing business altogether ; it wasxgetting
too tow.
He perished in tlie house of All
Bab, where he penetrated lu disguise,
for the purpose ot settling the old ac
count with All. Tlie servant girl wln
performed so neat a job for his fol
lowers recognized himaml finished him
with a carving knife. Tlie story is
supposed to lie a lie. but It is no more
A lie than Casslm.
The career of the Forty Thieves,
instead of proving a salutary warning,
seems to have inspired emulation, tor
the number of thieves is certainly
multiplying every day.
Cromwell.
At the Royal Palace of Whitehall,
on the 3d of September, Kin, a man
lay dying. Eight days before he felt
so iWifident of life that he told hi
wife not to think be should die. as he
felt sure of the contrary. Now he
was speechless, sinking, and the last
thing about which he had seriously
troubled himself was a curious meta
physial! one. "Tell me," he said to
Sterry. a minister who stood by him.
"Is It not possible to fill! from grace:-"
"It is not possible. " said tlie minister.
"Then," exclaimed the dying man.
"I kuow I am safe, for l know that I
was once In grace." And then lie
prayed, "Lord, though a miserable
and wretched creature, I am in crven
ant with Thee through Thy grace, ami
may and will come to thee for thy
people. Thou liast made me a mean
instrument to do them some good and
Thee service. Many of them set too
high a value upon me, though others
would be glad of my death. Lord,
however Thon dlsposest of me. contin
ue to do good for them. Teach tliose
who look too much upon Thy instru
ments to depend more upon Thyself,
and pardon such a desire to trample
upon the dust a poor worm, for they
are Thy people too."
The attention of all England wa
riveted on the sick room at Whitehall
with keen and sincere interest. From
tlie lips of many went forth earnest
prayers that God would be pleased to
spare the invalid's lite ; in the heart
of many there were fears and misgiv
ings as to wliat would come lu tlie
event of that prayer being rejected, in
other hearts there were joy and exulta
tion over tlie death of the sinner,
while hi others, that should have been
kindly disuosed. there was a certain
sort of assurance tliat tliere was some
thing lu tlie misfortunes of our great
est friends which Is not displeasing to
as. A frightful wind-storm raged,
rooting np trees In the park, and tear
ing oft' the roofs of houses in London.
The friends of the dying argued that
! God was giving warning of his inteu
' tion to Uke to himself tlie great soul
of the sufferer; his enemies argued
i that " the princes of the power of the
I air" were holding tearful revels amid
the storm-driven clouds in honor of
the prospects of seizing on a great
I offender's soul. The dying man was
j Oliver Cromwell. Lord Protector of
England and Ireland, the man who
for ten years had governed the king
dom in a right kingly way, and. made
It stronger ami more respected by all
foreign powers than it liad been since
the days of Henry V and Agiucotirt.
It was the 3d of September,
tlie day Cromwell was wont to call hi
fortunate day. On the 3d of Septem
ber be overcame the Scot's army at
Dunbar, when looking at the position
of his army In a military point ot
view, he was committed to a certain
destruction at their hands ; on the 3d
of September he liad fought the battle
ot Worcester, "tlie Lord1 crowning
mercy to him," as be railed It, when
the royalist cause was tost lu England,
so long as Cromwell could move n
regiment or man a ship. In
this last sense surely tlie 3d of Septem
ber was still Cromwell's fortunate day.
for if ever a man was weary of life
and anxious to he quit of tlie cares of
it, Cromwell mint have been that man.