Leo Porto, New York.
An Old Man was employed in cutting wood in the forest, and, in carrying the faggots to the city for sale one day, became very wearied with his long journey. He sat down by the wayside, and throwing down his load, besought “Death” to come.
“Death” immediately appeared in answer to his summons and asked for what reason he had called him. The Old Man hurriedly replied, “That, lifting up the load, you may place it again upon my shoulders.”
“Nor will he ever be her husband,” said Theagenes, ” if
I know aught of Chariclea’s sentiments ; and, if being a
victim, credit is due to me as inspired by prophecy.” — ” But,
fair Sir,” said Meroebus, “it is not living but slaughtered
victims which afford knowledge to the Seers.”
It was a great victory and without bloodshed to us. From nine in the morning to nightfall the enemy were slaughtered, and ten miles were covered with arms and dead bodies, while there were found amid the plunder the chains…