The 300 Pounder Parrot since used by the Government, shows Uncle Abe's poor appreciation of Quaker guns and Quaker principles. The State House Struck by Whiggery. Soon after the State House at Springfield was erected, in 1840, Mr. Lincoln stood on the east side of the Capitol Square one day, in conversation with a Democratic friend, who was loth to believe that the Whigs could carry the State for "Tip and Ty." "Nothing is more morally certain," said Uncle Abe. "All the signs of the times point to it, and--why even the State House is struck with Whiggery" he said, pointing up under the eves, where is yet seen a remarkable representation of a "coon" in the stone. Graphic and True. When Hon. Emerson Etheridge escaped from Tennessee during the summer of 1862, his opinions on Tennessee affairs were eagerly listened to in Washington. Among other questions, Uncle Abe asked: "Do the Methodist clergy in your State take to secession?" "Take? Why, sir, they take to it like a duck to water, or a sailor to a duff kid." A Judge of the Post Office. Judge David Davis of Bloomington, Illinois, who was recently appointed (by Uncle Abe) to a position on the bench of the Supreme Court of the United States, is known to many of his friends as one of the best hearted men in the world. His, is withal, full of the piety of good humor. I call it "piety," because I think a smiling face is a perpetual thanksgiving to God. His benevolence, however, edges down his wit, and gives it more the characteristic of humor, strictly speaking. This, while it may have helped that "belly with fat capon lined," has kept him at peace with himself and the world. On one occasion, while Judge Davis was presiding at the Logan County Circuit Court, a case came up that involved a question of postal law. Uncle Abe was on the case, and politely loaned Judge D. a small manual of postal law, that he might see for himself what the letter of the law was. The Judge gave his understanding of the law, but had hardly finished when Mr. S------s, a burley farmer from Clear Creek, jumped up and sang out-- "I reckon that ain't so, Judge. I've been Post-Master more'n a dozen years, and I reckon I ought to know what's Post Office law." Of course Judge Davis had every right to fine the man for contempt, but he had a different way of treating such cases. "With a tone in which sarcasm only slightly blended, he said: "Truly, I think you ought, Mr. S------s. It has never been my privilege to be a Post-Master, and I would like your opinion in this case. Please step this way." The Judge moved over and made room on the bench, which Mr. S------s occupied, and proceeded to give _his_ opinion on the mooted question. The bar sat smiling in expectation. "Keep your seat, Mr. S------s, while I speak a word with my friend Parks." Uncle Abe it was who had been interrupted, so he resumed: