Here is an interesting bit of family history

Here lie three knights, grandfather, father, and son,

Sir Edward, Sir Edward, and Sir Edward Littleton.

Next the record of a life made up of coincidences

On a Thursday she was born,
On a Thursday made a bride,
On a Thursday put to bed,
On a Thursday broke a leg,
And on a Thursday died.

Here is a touching episode

The wedding-day appointed was,
The wedding-clothes provided;
But ere the wedding-day arrived,
She sickened and she di-ded!

Here lies buried a great mystery-cudgel your brains for the answer—

Here lies the world's mother,

By nature my aunt, sister to my mother, My grandmother, mother to my mother, And great grandmother, mother to my grandmother,

And grandmother's daughter and her mother.

Here's a fact worth knowing-
"Some have children, some have none,
Here lies the mother of twenty-one."

The various doors by which the buried folk have made their exeunt from the stage is given, in many instances, on their stone door-plates. I subjoin a few samples

"Here lies the body of poor Charles Lamb, Killed by a tree that fell slap-bang.” "Here I lie bereft of breath, Because a cough

Carried me off,

Then a coffin

They carried me off in."

"Here lies, cut down like unripe fruit,
The wife of Mister Amos Shute;
She died of drinking too much coffee,
Anno Domini eighteen forty."

"Here lies interred a man of might,
His name is Malcolm Downie ;
He lost his life one market-night,
By falling off his pony!"
"The manner of her death was thus,
She was run over by a 'bus!"

"Here lies I and my three daughters, Killed by drinking the Cheltenham waters;

If we'd a stuck to Epsom Salts,

We shouldn't a' been in these here waults."

"Bless my i, i, i, i, i, i, i, i— Here I lies,

In a sad pickle,

Killed by a icicle."

"Here lies Alexander McPherson,
He was a most superior person;
He was six foot two without his shoe,
And met his death at Waterloo."
"Too much blood a vein did bust,
And laid Tom Tucker in the dust."

"Here lies John Bun,
Killed by a gun.

His real name was Wood,
But that would not rhyme,

So I thought Bun should."

"Here lies I, no wonder I be dead, For a broad-wheel'd waggon went over my head."

"Here lies the remains of Sarah Wills; She died of taking too many pills.

And just below Lies Mr. Crow, Who died for love

Of the one above."

Now we come to consider another branch of our subject, Names. The author of the tragedy of "Romeo and Juliet" asks "What's in a name ?" It is a silly

question; but then, to the playwright be it said, he

credit of the

puts it on the tongue of a love-sick girl. Much, very much is there in a name to the punster at all events. He abominates the Smiths, Browns, &c., yet withal, he has got some good work out of the Smiths, and has done a little with the Browns; but give him a name easily tortured into merriment, and he will work wonders. The joker, when he pens an epitaph, cannot be serious, he must be gay at the grave, stick a bauble over the Hic jacet. Here are a few specimens of what may be done with names in this way

Here's a deceased of the name of John White-what can we do with him?

The name WALKER is unfortunate. Here

store,

widowhood to visit the mitigated affliction" department at Peter Robinson's,

"O cruel death, how could you be so unkind

To take him before and to leave me behind;

You should have taken both of us, if either,

Which would have been more pleasing to the survivor."

There! No more at present. When you write "Finis" to my life, here is a sugges tion for my epitaph--if I am an example of longevity-never mind-it will do as well, the longest life is short at the best

"My life was cut abruptly short,

At which I felt a little vex'd;
Till I recalled the cheering line,
To be continued in our next."

Yours, dear everybody,
Very sincerely,

THE ODD BOY.

SHOR

CHAPTER XIII.

INDIAN BEAUTIES.

HORTLY after the occurrence described in the last chapter, I was sitting one afternoon in the verandah before my house, and drinking coffee, when I saw a long way down the prairie a cloud of dust coming down the river. Curious as to who it could be, I went into the house and fetched my telescope. I saw three Indians on horseback, a man in front, and two squaws following him. They rode very fast, in spite of the great heat, and soon came up the hill to the Fort. I went out to them, and all three came through the palisade gate, and pulled up in front of my house. The warrior leapt from his horse, while the two girls remained seated on theirs. He told me in English that a tribe of Indians wished to make friendship with me, and the chief had sent to inquire whether he would be allowed to pay me a visit with his people. I asked him to what nation they belonged, which question appeared, as it seemed, to be disagreeable to him, and he passed it over in silence. He then said something to the two girls, which I did not understand, and then told me they were Mescaleros, but not of those who had recently made an attack on an English lady. The chief of the latter was no good friend of the white men; but the father of these two girls was a very good friend, and hence he wished to come and tell me so himself. I replied that I should be glad to see him here, and invited the girls to drink coffee with me, which invitation they did not at once accept, but, with their elbows resting on their horses' necks, gazed at me curiously, and then took side glances through the open door of my house at the interior. I offered them cigars, and took a lucifer match out of my box, the lighting of which surprised them immensely. I lighted my cigar at it first, and then handed it to them, and they loudly expressed their

satisfaction at the excellence of the tobacco I then took a drink of coffee, and handed the cup to one of the girls, who first examined it curiously all round, and then raised it to her lips to taste the contents. She had scarce tasted it, however, when she emptied the cup at a draught, and gave it back to me, with an intimation that I should give her sister some. I gave her a full cup, too; she emptied it at a draught and asked for more, so that in a few minutes my whole supply of coffee was expended. I gave them cakes, which they ate with equal appetite, and then went into the house to fetch a bottle of sweet Spanish wine. I poured out a glass, tasted, and handed it to one of the Indian girls, but she declined it, and after saying a few words to the man, their glances lost the calmness and merriment which they had gradually assumed.

I emptied the glass and placed it on the table, without again offering them wine, but handed them a light for their cigars, which had gone out. After a while the man asked me whether it was fire-water the bottle contained, and when I replied in the negative, and assured him it was capital wine, he said that one of the girls wished to taste it. I filled the glass, put it to my lips, and handed it to her on the horse: she raised it to her lips rather timidly, but drank the wine off at a draught so soon as she had once tasted it. Her eyes beamed with joy, and as she sat up on her horse, and passed her hand from her neck over her breast and stomach, she said, with an expression of delight, "Bueno," and handed me the glass back with a sign to give her some more. I filled it again, but gave it to her sister, who was looking on silently but eagerly. She, too, liked the wine, and emptied the glass, which I set on the table. At this moment both girls leapt from their horses, gave the bridles to the Indian with a disdainful gesture, while one of them told him imperiously to take the horses to graze; I at least con

cluded so from the gestures with which she accompanied her words, and from his at once going off with the horses. The speaker then turned to me with a most gracious smile, and, after throwing a contemptuous glance at the man, said to me, "Mexicano," and now it became clear to me that he was a slave, probably stolen by this Indian tribe when a boy.

The two young savages now ran up to the verandah in front of my house, and I saw for the first time properly what remarkably pretty visitors I had; for both girls had been so crouching on their horses that but little of their figure could be seen. The one who seemed to me the younger was very tall, slim, and most beautifully formed; her shape was elegant, but round and full, and her bones so delicate, that the comparison between horse and deer involuntarily occurred to me; her hands and feet, like those of all Indians, were very small, and so gracefully shaped that the white colour was not missed. On proportionately broad shoulders and a plump, round neck, she carried her head freely, and her demeanour proved that she was perfectly well | satisfied with herself. Her glossy black silky hair hung, fastened together on the left side of her head with a strip of vermilion leather, for a length of four feet over her shoulders, and on the top of the red fillet floated by the side of her head a round bush of countless feathers of the most brilliant colours, which heaved up and down at every movement. Her fine lofty forehead was adorned by sharply cut, glistening eyebrows, beneath which black eyes flashed; but their wild expression was toned down by the shadow of long eye-lashes, and only in moments of excitement did the passionate look return to them. The small, pretty nose, turned up slightly at the end, and gave a saucy look to the face, while the laughing, fresh, half-parted mouth, with its full cherry lips, cut in the shape of a Cupid's bow, heightened the expression. When the laughing lips parted, they displayed the most beautiful and regular teeth, and in the peach-coloured cheeks were two deep dimples. At the same time her mien was elegant, her movements were rapid but graceful, and her

whole appearance was full of young life, unchecked and wild, but attractive and pleasant. Her dark colour passed easily from light brown to olive, and announced that under it dwelt those warm feelings which are only born under a hot sun.

Though the interpreter was absent, our conversation now went on better than before, as the eyes of the Indian girl and her gestures rendered a dictionary quite unnecessary. She quickly disposed of another glass of wine, and would certainly have drunk a good deal more, had I not filled the glass again and handed it to her sister, and then locked the bottle up in a cupboard. The sister displayed less of the passionate Indian blood; she was quieter in her movements, and though she, too, frequently opened her mouth to smile, she did not burst into a loud laugh, and while the former looked all around, the eyes of the quieter girl were fixed the more firmly on the object she was surveying. She was shorter than her younger sister, but much plumper, more of a Titian's beauty, had also splendid hair, arranged in the same fashion, coal-black, but smaller flashing eyes, a graceful aquiline nose, and a smaller mouth. Her colour was rather darker than that of her sister, and it was doubtful whether a dazzling white or this transparent brown was the more beautiful colour for the skin.

The name of the elder sister, who was about nineteen years of age, was Cachakia (sparkling star), while the younger was called Pahnawhay (fire), and had not seen more than sixteen summers. The costume of these two savage beauties was much alike. Over their shoulders hung a handsomely painted, costly dressed deer-hide, in the centre of which was a long slit, through which they thrust head and neck. This mantilla was ornamented all round with a fine long leathern fringe, to whose ends glistening stones and shells were attached; it hung lower down before and behind, and left the pretty round arms at liberty. Round their hips was a petticoat also of leather, adorned with long fringe, and handsomely painted in colours, while the leathern trousers were also decorated at the sides with similar fringe. Their little feet