t games, and dreamin' sweet fancies By the Fireside.

"The Flaggalants," by Carl Marr, is a enormous big picter, but fearful
to look at.

It made me feel real bad to see how them men wuz a-hurtin' their own
selves. They hadn't ort to.

Another picter by the same artist, called "A Summer Afternoon," I liked
as well agin; the soul of the pleasant summer-time looked out of that
picter, and the faces of the wimmen and children in it.

The little one clingin' to its mother's hand and feedin' the chickens
looked cute enough to kiss. She favored Babe a good deal in her looks.

"The Cemetery in Delmatia" and the "Market Scene in Cairo," by Leopold
Muller, struck hard blows onto my fancy. And so did three by Madame
Weisenger--

"Mornin' by the Sea-shore," "Breakfast in the Country," and "The
Laundress of the Mountain."

"Christ and the Children," by Julius Schmid, wuz beautiful as could be.

And so wuz "The Death of Autumn," by Franz Pensinger--they held in 'em
all the sadly glorious beauty of the closing year.

"The Three Beggars of Cordova," by Edwin Weeks, wuz dretful interestin'.

Them tramps set there lookin' so sassy, and lazy, nateral as life. Lots
of jest such ones have importuned me for food on my Jonesville
door-step.

[Illustration: Them tramps set there lookin' so sassy and lazy,
nateral as life.]

Then he had two Hindoo fakirs that wuz real interestin'. The fur-off
Indian city, the river, and the fakir a-layin' in the boat, tired out, I
presoom, a-makin' folks stand up in the air, and climb up ladders into
Nowhere, and eatin' swords, and eatin' fire, and etcetry.

He wuz beat out, and no wonder. The colorin' of this picter is superb.

And so wuz his "Persian Horse Dealers" and others.

Mr. Melcher's "Sermon" and "Communion" wuz very impressive, as nateral
as the meetin'-housen and congregation at Jonesville and Zoar.

In the Holland Exhibit wuz all kinds of clouds painted--

Clouds a-layin' low in sombre piles, and clouds with the sun almost
a-shinin' through 'em. Wonderful effects as I ever see.

And I wuz a-lookin' at a picter there so glowin' and beautiful that it
seemed to hold in it the very secret of summer. The heart fire and glow
of summer shone through its fine atmosphere. And sez I, "Josiah, did you
ever see anything like it?"

"Oh, yes," sez he; "it's quite fair."

"Fair!" sez I; "can't you say sunthin' more than that?"

"Wall, from fair to middlin', then," sez he.

"But for rea