Besides all this, I am afraid I am not in proper spiritual shape to go among the Indians., Suppose that on some softened, mellow, autumnal day they were all clustered about me with the bacon grease and war paint on every childlike countenance, and while I stood there in the midst of all the autumn splendor with the woods clothed in all the gorgeous apparel of the deceased year, telling them of the beauties of industry, and peace, and the glad unfettered life of the buckwheat promoter, or while I read a passage of Scripture to them and was explaining it, and they were looking up into my face with their great fawnlike eyes, all at once one of them should playfully shoot my wife--all the wife I had, too--or my hired girl! The chances are about even that I would throw down the Bible and fly into an ungovernable rage and swear, and be just as harsh, and rude, and unreasonable as I could be. Then, after I had hammered the immortal soul out of the entire tribe, and my wrath had spent itself, I would probably bitterly regret it all. O it's of no use. I can't accept the position. I've been in the habit of swearing at the spring poet and the "constant reader" too long, and I know just as well as any one how it unfits me for every walk of life that requires meekness and gentle Christian forbearance. THE PICNIC SNOOZER'S LAMENT. ```Gently lay aside the picnic, ````For its usefulness is o'er, ```And the winter style of misery ````Stands and knocks upon your door.= ```Lariat the lonely oyster ```Drifting on some foreign shore; ```Zion needs him in her business-- ````She can use him o'er and o'er.= ```Bring along the lonely oyster, ````With the winter style of gloom, ```And the supper for the pastor, ````With its victims for the tomb.= ```Cast the pudding for the pastor,` ```With its double iron door; ```It will gather in the pastor` ```For the bright and shining shore.= ```Put away the little picnic ````Till the coming of the spring; ```Useless now the swaying hammock` ```And the idle picnic swing.= ```Put away the pickled spider` ```And the cold-pressed picnic fly, ```And the decorated trousers ````With their wealth of custard pie.= BILLIOUS NYE AND BOOMERANG IN THE GOLD MINES.