A Story That Ought To Live Forever

A story comes to us f rom the Western district on the details of which a Bret Harte or a Col. John Hay would found a poem. The other day a gang of laborers was employed stacking blocks of stone on a permanent way of the Great Western railroad, between Koynsham and Bristol. In fact, the operation of stonestacking was carried on within a few yards of the Brialington tunnel. It was at the time of day when the most wonderful express train in the world, called "The Flying Dutchman" was expected, and, by some unlucky accident, a large block of stone rolled down the embankment and lodged on the railway line. At this instant the roar of the " Flying Dutchman" was heard in the tunnel. There was not a moment to be lost, so swif tly down the bank sped one of the brave navies to remove the stone and save hundredsof innocent lives orperish in the attempt. He had a wife and family at horne, but he never thought of them. His life was in his hand, but he never thought of that. Down the steep embankment sped the brave f ello w, nerved by the combined strength of Sisyphus and Atlas, to move the stone and save his fellow-creatures. On sped the Flying Dutchman ! " Quiok, for your life, Jim,"shouted the companions on the bank. Alas, it was just too late ; the stone was rolled out of the way, but the hero was cut to pieces by the fangs of the murderous train. This is as grand and noble a story as ever was told. It is finer than the tale of "Jim Bludso," the moral of whose story is told with such ïmpetuous vigor and truth by the author of "Little Breeches :" He know'd his duty, a dead Bure thing, And went for it thar and then ; And Christ ain't a going to bc too hard On a man that died for men ! If ever there was a brave fellow who aid down nis life for the sake of his felow-creatures it was this hero of the Brislington tunnel. His wife and chüdren ought to be looked after, and have no doubt come under the consideration of the citizens of Bristol. But the story uiglit to live f ore ver.-