Good-by, by darlig Bary Jade! The bid-dight hour is dear; Add it is hardly wise, by love, For be to ligger here. The heavy dews are fallig fast: A fod good-dight I wish you. (Ho-_rash_-o!--there it is agaid-- Ck-_thrash_-ub! Ck-ck-_tish_-u!) HIS GRANDMOTHER'S WAY BY FRANK L. STANTON Tell you, gran'mother's a queer one, shore-- Makes your heart go pitty-pat! If the wind just happens to open a door, She'll say there's "a sign" in that! An' if no one ain't in a rockin'-chair An' it rocks itself, she'll say: "Oh, dear! Oh, dear! Oh, my! I'm afeared 'at somebody is goin' to die!" An' she makes me cry-- She makes me cry! Once wuz a owl 'at happened to light On our tall chimney-top, An' screamed an' screamed in the dead o' night, An' nuthin' could make it stop! An' gran'ma--she uncovered her head An' almos' frightened me out of the bed; "Oh, dear; Oh, my! I'm certain 'at some one is goin' to die!" An' she made me cry-- She made me cry! Just let a cow lean over the gate An' bellow, an' gran'ma--she Will say her prayers, if it's soon or late, An' shake her finger at me! An' then, an' then you'll hear her say: "It's a sign w'en the cattle act that way! Oh, dear! Oh, my! I'm certain 'at somebody's goin' to die!" Oh, she makes me cry-- She makes me cry! Skeeriest person you ever seen! Always a-huntin' fer "signs"; Says it's "spirits" 'at's good, or mean, If the wind jest shakes the vines! I always feel skeery w'en gran'ma's aroun'-- An' think 'at I see things, an' jump at each soun': "Oh, dear! Oh, my! I'm certain 'at somebody's goin' to die!" Oh, she makes me cry-- She makes me cry! _The Only True and Reliable Account of_ THE GREAT PRIZE FIGHT, _For $100,000, at Seal Rock Point, on Sunday Last, Between His Excellency Gov. Stanford and Hon. F. F. Low, Governor Elect of California._ REPORTED BY SAMUEL L. CLEMENS