utmost limit and exclaimed as he sat at the
table, "I think the heathen have had gospel enough, please pass the
butter."

_May_ 10.--Jeff Davis was captured to-day at Irwinsville, Ga., when he
was attempting to escape in woman's apparel. Mr. Green drew a picture of
him, and Mr. Finley made photographs from it. We bought one as a
souvenir of the war.

The big headlines in the papers this morning say, "The hunt is up. He
brandisheth a bowie-knife but yieldeth to six solid arguments. At
Irwinsville, Ga., about daylight on the 10th instant, Col. Prichard,
commanding the 4th Michigan Cavalry, captured Jeff Davis, family and
staff. They will be forwarded under strong guard without delay." The
flags have been flying all day, and every one is about as pleased over
the manner of his capture as over the fact itself. Lieutenant Hathaway,
one of the staff, is a friend of Mr. Manning Wells, and he was pretty
sure he would follow Davis, so we were not surprised to see his name
among the captured. Mr. Wells says he is as fine a horseman as he ever
saw.

_Monday evg., May_ 22.--I went to Teachers' meeting at Mrs.
Worthington's to-night. Mrs. George Willson is the leader and she told
us at the last meeting to be prepared this evening to give our opinion
in regard to the repentance of Solomon before he died. We concluded that
he did repent although the Bible does not absolutely say so. Grandmother
thinks such questions are unprofitable, as we would better be repenting
of our sins, instead of hunting up Solomon's at this late day.

_May_ 23.--We arise about 5:30 nowadays and Anna does not like it very
well. I asked her why she was not as good natured as usual to-day and
she said it was because she got up "s'urly." She thinks Solomon must
have been acquainted with Grandmother when he wrote "She ariseth while
it is yet night and giveth meat to her household and a portion to her
maidens." Patrick Burns, the "poet," who has also been our man of all
work the past year, has left us to go into Mr. McKechnie's employ. He
seemed to feel great regret when he bade us farewell and told us he
never lived in a better regulated home than ours and he hoped his
successor would take the same interest in us that he had. Perhaps he
will give us a recommendation! He left one of his poems as a souvenir.
It is entitled, "There will soon be an end to the war," written in
March, hence a prophecy. He said Mr. Morse had read it and pronounced it
"tip top." It