double quick time,
hailed him.

"Hel-lo! Sa-a-a-y, yeou heold on--_yeou the guv'ner_?"

"Clear out!" roared the chief magistrate.

"Shain't deu nothin' of the sort, no how!" says the pedler, dismounting
from his wagon, and making his appearance at the front door, where he
encountered the two rather astonished strangers--legal gentlemen of some
eminence, from Harrisburg, with a petition for the respite of execution.

"Halloo! which o' yeou be the guv'ner?" says the pedler.

"Neither of us," replied the gentlemen; "that was the governor you spoke
to as you drove up."

"Yeou dun't say so! Wall, he was pesky mad about som'-thin'. What on
airth ails the ole feller?"

"Can't say," was the response; "but here he comes again."

"Now, now come in, come in and see for yourselves," cried the excited
Governor of the great Key Stone State; "there's a roaring fire of
burning, blazing, black rock, anthracite coal!"

But, alas! the cross sticks having given away in the interim, and the
coal being thrown down upon the ashes and stone hearth,--_was all out!_

"Wall," says our migratory Yankee, who followed the crowd into the
house, "I guess I know what yeou be at, guv'ner, but I'll tell yeou
naow, yeou can't begin to keep that darn'd hard stuff burning, 'less
yeou fix it up in a grate, like, gin it air, and an almighty draught;
yeou see, guv'ner, I've been making experiments a darn'd long while with
it!"

The laugh of the governor's friends subsided as the pedler went into a
practical theory on burning stone coal; the _respite_ was
signed--hospitalities of the mansion extended to all present, and in
course of a few days, our Yankee and the governor rigged up a grate, and
soon settled the question--will our black rocks burn?

Sure Cure.

Travel is a good invention to cure the blues and condense worldly
effects. When Cutaway went to California, "I carried," said he, "a pile
of despondency, and more baggage, boots, and boxes, than would fit out a
caravan. After an absence of just fourteen calendar months, I started
homewards, and was so boiling over with hope and fond anticipation, that
I could hardly keep in my old boots! And all the _dunnage_ I had left,
wouldn't fill a pocket-handkerchief, or sell to a paper-maker for four
cents!"

Cutaway recommends seeing the _worldy_ elephant, high, for settling
one's mind, and scattering goods, gold, and chattels.

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