Beef Division. He examined his books and his locse I was encouraged. Dur papers, but with no success. ing that week I got as far as the Sixth Comptroller in that division; the next week I got through the Claims Department; the third week I began and completed the Mislaid Contracts Department, and got a foot-hold in the Dead Reckoning Department. I finished that in three days. There was only one place left for it now. I laid siege to the Commissioner of Odds and Ends; to his clerk, rather, he was not there himself. There were sixteen beautiful young ladies in the room, writing in books, and there were seven well-favored young clerks showing them how. The young women smiled up over their shoulders and the clerks smiled back at them, and all went merry as a marriage bell. Two or three clerks that were reading the newspapers looked at me rather hard, but went on reading, and nobody said anything. However, I had been used to this kind of alacrity from Fourth-Assistant-Junior Clerks all through my eventful career, from the very day I entered the first office of the Corn-Beef Bureau clear till I passed out of the last one in the Dead Reckoning Division. I had got so accomplished by this time that I could stand on one foot from the moment I entered an office till a clerk spoke to me without changing more than two, or maybe three times. So I stood there till I had changed four different times. Then I said to one of the clerks who was reading,'Illustrious Vagrant, where is the Grand Tark?" "What do you mean, sir? whom do you mean? If you mean the Chief of the Bureau, he is out." 44 "Will he visit the harem to-day?" The young man glared upon me awhile, and then went on reading his paper. But I knew the ways of those clerks. I knew I was safe, if he got through before another New York mail arrived. He only had two more papers left. After a while he finished them, and then he yawned, and asked me what I wanted. "Renowned and honored Imbecile: On or about—” Give me your "You are the beef-contract man. papers." He took them, and for a long time he ransacked his odds and ends. Finally he found the Northwest Passage, as I regarded it, he found the long-lost record of that beef-contract, he found the rock upon which so many of my ancestors had split before they ever got to it. I was deeply moved. And yet I rejoiced, for I had survived. I said with emotion, "Give it me. The govern ment will settle now." He waved me back, and said there was something yet to be done first. "Where is this John Wilson Mackenzie ?" said he. "Dead." "When did he die?" "He didn't die at all,-he was killed." "How?" "Tomahawked." "Who tomahawked him ?" 'Why, an Indian, of course. You didn't suppose it was a superintendent of a Sunday school, did you?" "No. An Indian, was it?" "The same." "Name of the Indian ?" "His name! I don't know his name." "Must have his name. Who saw the tomahawking done ?" "I don't know." "You were not present yourself then?" "Which you can see by my hair. I was absent." "Then how do you know that Mackenzie is dead?" "Because he certainly died at that time, and I have every reason to believe that he has been dead ever since. I know he has, in fact." "We must have proofs. Have you got the Indian?" "Of course not." "Well, you must get him. Have you got the toma hawk?" "I never thought of such a thing." "You must get the tomahawk. You must produce the Indian and the tomahawk. If Mackenzie's death can be proven by these, you can then go before the commission appointed to audit claims, with some show of getting your bill under such headway that your children may possibly live to receive the money and enjoy it. But that man's death must be proven. However, I may as well tell you that the government will never pay that 32. transportation and those travelling expenses of the lamented Mackenzie. It may possibly pay for the barrel of beef that Sherman's soldiers captured, if you can get a relief bill through Congress making an appropriation for that purpose; but it will not pay for the twenty-nine barrels the Indians ate." "Then there is only a hundred dollars due me, and that isn't certain! After all Mackenzie's travels in Europe, Asia, and America with that beef; after all his trials and tribulations and transportation; after the slaughter of all those innocents that tried to collect that bill! Young man, why didn't the First Comptroller of the Corn-Beef Division tell me this?" "He didn't know anything about the genuineness of your claim." Why didn't the Second tell me? why didn't the Third? Why didn't all those divisions and departments tell me?" We do things by routine here. "None of them knew. You have followed the routine and found out what you wanted to know. It is the best way. It is the only way. It is very regular, and very slow, but it is very certain." 66 Yes, certain death. It has been, to the most of our tribe. I begin to feel that I, too, am called. Young man, you love the bright creature yonder with the gentleblue eyes and the steel pens behind her ears,— I see it in your soft glances; you wish to marry her,—but you are poor. Here, hold out your hand,-here is the beefcontract; go, take her and be happy! Heaven bless you, my children!" This is all that I know about the great beef-contract, that has created so much talk in the community. The clerk to whom I bequeathed it died. I know nothing further about the contract or any one connected with it. I only know that if a man lives long enough, he can trace a thing through the Circumlocution Office of Washington, and find out, after much labor and trouble and delay, that which he could have found out on the first day if the business of the Circumlocution Office were as ingeni ously systematized as it would be if it were a great priS. C. Clemens. vate mercantile institution. A VALEDICTORY, Delivered at the Closing Exercises of an Academy. WE'RE a band of loving school-mates, bound by friendship's golden chain, Children of one common Father met in learnings sacred fane, Strangers met us, we were lonely, but anon the tones of love, In the buds we see his promise of a gay and beauteous Spring, When the robin and tlie black bird on the leafy boughs shall sing; In the crystal fringes hanging on the willow's graceful boughs, Knowledge years of toil have gathered, from the mystic realms of thought; And while memory near us lingers, we can ne'er these truths forget, While we see the lamps of Heaven, as they seem to rise and set, Europe's great Copernicus shall remembered be by all, And we'll never forget Newton while we see an apple fall; 'Tis the great mysterious agent by which world to world is bound; We will think of Kepler too as we see the seasons roll, When we read of England's paupers in the damp, unhealthy mine, Humphrey Davy's zeal untiring shall be traced on every line; When we see the lightning playing harmless round the pointed rod, We will think of Franklin's genius and the rugged paths he And the worthy Fulton, too, on the annals of our fame, We are leaving many lov'd ones we may meet on earth no more; Yet the impress of their virtues on our hearts shall long remain Fresh and fragrant, as the flowers after summer's gentle rain; But the farewell must be spoken,-yet one prayer before we part, May the fire of truth and justice light the hearth-stone of each heart, That we may, when death is placing his cold seal upon our brow, sown Yield a rich, abundant harvest you might well be proud to own! Fare you well! we may not linger,-in that far off Spirit land, band! |