Signor Rizzi may, it is probable, be taken as a type of a large class among his countrymen, to which the iconoclastic tendencies of our time seem strange and horrible. Indeed, it is possible that he is one of the earliest heralds of a widespread reaction in opinion and feeling throughout his native land. At any rate, his poems can hardly fail to become popular, and to produce some effect among a people so susceptible to the influences of witty and sarcastic poetry as are the Italians even at this day. W. W. C. A NEZ PERCE FUNERAL. "Call me, Washington, when they are going to bury him," said the doctor. George Washington, evidently not quite sure that he understood the doctor, said with an interrogative glance, "You like--see him--dead man--put in ground?" And, pointing downward and alternately bending and extending one knee, he made a semblance of delving. The doctor nodded. "Good! Me tell you." "I want to go, Washington," said the lieutenant. "And I too," said the lieutenant's guest, myself. George Washington was one of the Nez Perce prisoners surrendered by Joseph to General Miles after the battle of Bear-Paw Mountain. The dead man was one of the wounded in that action who died from his wounds, aggravated, no doubt, by fatigue and exposure while the prisoners were marching to the east in the winter of 1877 under orders from the War Department. George spoke a few words of English, and was quite an intelligent Indian. He was very clean--for an Indian--and was comfortably clad. "How soon?" asked the doctor. "He--call me--when he ready: me call you." "Good! Then I shall go to dinner." "We had better eat our dinner," said the lieutenant: "it is growing late.--Come and have some dinner, Washington." Washington seemed not quite sure that he understood correctly. He had a modest distrust of his English. In the matter of an invitation to dinner doubt is admissible. "You--want _me_--" here George Washington tapped himself on the savage breast--"eat--with _you_?" And here, gracefully reversing his hand, with the index extended, he touched the lieutenant on the civilized bosom. "Yes: come in." We three entered the tent. As it was an ordinary "A" tent, with a sheet-iron stove in it, it was pretty full with the addition of two good-sized white men and an Indian of no contemptible proportions. The lieutenant and I sat on the blankets, camp-fashion: Washington sat on my heavy riding-boots, with the stove perforce between his legs. "Good wahrrm!" ejaculated George Washington, hugging the stove. "Hustleburger!" shouted the lieutenant. "Yes, sir." "George Washington will take dinner with us. Set the table for three." "All right, sir, lieutenant!" "Good man--docther," Washington remarked, nodding several times to emphasize his observation: "ver'--good man--docther." We eagerly assented, pleased to see that the Indian appreciated the doctor's kindness to his people.