A Story Of The Late Mr. Burlingame

The friends of tbo late Mr. Burlingame vrill not at this time object to b&ng rc-iuinded, good nalurcdly and roppectfully, of an ooident that occurred in tbat gCDtleniaD's political earecr. Mr. liurliugama vras ninking a speech from the balcouy of tho Parker House, Boston, to an enthusiastio audience, ono momber of wbivh was particularly hearty. Ho was an oíd man, with a very earnest, steadfast counteuancc, and as tbo orator cxplaincd, in glowing sentencee, tiie distinotion t-liat sliou'd be made betweon "principies and men" in politics, his admircr ooaatantly intermpted witb s'.ieh cries as "Ah ! how truo 1" "Bless you, Mr. liurlingame." Approaching the climax, the speaker, bonding over tho baleony, said rery seriously, and in t!io mont solemn, subdued tODO of voice, ''Fellow citizen meo are cphcmcral. I am ephemeral, and" - 15 ( foro he could finish t'io sentence hia troubleBome admirer, who had bee como süfih'y coufustd with adulition, gravcly responded, "Tbat'a so."