ate of ammonia and its volatile allies
passing even from the recollection of reminiscent contemporaries. The
people with rare collections to sell work among that class of trade
represented by Tescheron, a man with money seeking to benefit mankind in
some way that will insure the perpetuation of his name carved in stone
or cast in bronze, with the cost of maintenance shouldered by contract
on the impersonal taxpayer, for whom glory pro rata is reserved to be
enjoyed by reflection from the monumented name of the philanthropist.
Thus the good a taxpayer does is interred with his bones, if he has been
careful to pay up and not be sold out beforehand for arrears. But the
good the philanthropist does is resolved into fame founded on one of the
surest things known--taxes.

It is not ethical for a man engaged in supplying rare collections to
advertise, but like the most fashionable jewelers, whose correspondence
with ladies is in copper-plate long-hand, penned on delicate note-paper,
by a clerical force of slender-fingered young gentlemen--refined,
polite, indirect and apparently disinterested appeals must be made. Emil
Stuffer comprehended the art of the sales department.

Some day I hope to get enough out of the public to give a set of my
writings on political economy to every town that will firmly bind
itself, as the party of the second part, to keep them dusted.

The town authorities of Stukeville, N. Y., a village of three thousand
inhabitants, were already the proud possessors of the Tescheron
collection of rare fish, comprising some three hundred prepared
specimens, displayed in rooms set apart in the library building. They
were glad to furnish the additional rooms needed for the accommodation
of the celebrated Stuffer Collection of the Rare Birds of Eastern North
America, and also to provide, according to the deed of gift: "for the
proper maintenance of the same, with the understanding that the gift is
absolute to the citizens of Stukeville without further conditions or
reservations, whatsoever," etc.

The dealer, acting as Mr. Tescheron's agent, secretly, made the purchase
about a week before the Tescheron family departed, and the outfit was
shipped to Stukeville, where it was set up by Miss Griggs, the librarian
(who kept two canaries and understood birds), assisted by three men, who
did the carting. There it stands to-day, a monument to the benefactor of
Stukeville. The smile on the elongated face of the pelican,