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Calvin Edson, the living skeleton, is at present exhibiting his "raw head and bloody bones" in this city. An arrow and the hour glass-and the figure will be complete. It looks for all the world as if the 'atomy of some dissecting room had taken it into his head to travel, and left his appropriate functions to be dis charged by proxy.

 By the way, we heard good mot of Edson the other day, or rather one of which he was the occasion. A gentle man was questioning him about his visit to Europe, and, among other things re- marked to him, You did not teii the Londoners that you fought against them during the last war?o ''Yes, l did," said Edson, ssI told them that we drove them well.o "And what did they say to that" s.Why, they made me a pret- ty good answer. One of them, says he, swell, if you drive us, you have no- thing to brag of, for are scared aHhe feshI of your bones. ."-.New Hnven Repubh- ca1.