Andrew Jackson's Nerve

Carpía Cleveland Leader. While Jackson was President he always retired at 10 o'clook at night. Mrs. Andrew Jackson, Sr., who was mistress of the White House, went with him to h's chamber, where tho General read a cbapter of the Bible, and tho' had p rayere together. Then he would say, 'Lood night, my daughtei' and she would go oft' and attend the parties of the evening while he immed ately went to bed and asleep. One night during the United States Bank war the President ruptured a blood vessel and the opposition reported that it was done in one of his paroxysrus of rage. This report was believed, and it is current to ths day. Tho faets were that General Jackson carried a bullet in his body, the result of the ïom Benton difflculty, in Nashviile, niany years aaro. ïhis bullet had always caused him troublo, and continued to do so to the day of hisdeath. On this occasion (en. Jackson had retired as usual. Mrs. Jackson had jast left the room and gone down stairs when 'old Dick,' the 'General' s body servan t, ran in crying, 'Massa Andrew dying! Ma.ssa Andrew dying!' Mrs. Jackson ran up to his room. Sha found him sit ing in lii-; armchair very pale, hut couseious. The first thing he said was, Don't be frightened, my dauglUer. It is nothing serious. Send ■ for the doctor, but do not arousc the house.' Tho accident had oeeurred in undressing. Dick in taking oiT tho President's coat had strained the arm holding the bullet, and this had caused the rupture of one of the minor blood vessels. It healed easily, but the pain at the time must have been very great. The GeneraFs action in this oase was charaoteristic of the man. One oí the great secrets of his success was h3 perfect self-control." "The rain at tho circus the other night," said a gentleman, "reminds me of an incident at a former circ-U'. The rain carne down in torrente, aud the thundsr was terriflc. A of ladies began to shriek. I beggc ! tLea all to sit down and bo quie% assur n thcmthat the storm would soon i:a over and warning themoíthe dunger of a jan:c, in which Ihey cer,ainly would e crushed to death. They tinally took their saats, but jusfc a3 they had become settled an clderly lady bouncsd up, as if sho had iuddenly ïeaiembered somclliing, and shrjeked: 'Kot a soul at homand all the winders up!" In constructing the big Cascade tunnel at Staaipcde Pass, Ore, it will ue neecssary to pierce a solid basalt wall for the entire distance of 9,060 feet. A friend is a person with whom I may be