MONEY BURIED.
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In May, 1927, man named Joseph 4Galebo, Portuguese, and common beg gar. was drowned in Boston harbor, on the wreck of the schooner Olive Branch. Af- ter an inquest on the body, he was buried respectfully in the strangers tomb in South Boston, where he slept quietly till Tuesday last. On that day, two strangers called on MT. Coroner Snow, ,and inquired about the deceased with great particularly, expressing desire to know where he was buried, and whether his clothes were ta- ken of; after which, they were referred to the sexton, for admission to see the re- mains. He probably thinking that so pi- ous and friendly wish ought to be gratifi- ed, readily opened the tomb, and showed them the coffin. The lid was opened to the face, but that was not enough With various shrugs and winks and intimations, they desired the whole cover of the coffin to be removed, when the anxious friends, without any squeamishness, thrust their unhallowed paws within the clothing which covered the decaying body, and with the aid of a jack-knife, whipped out belt, that circled next thereto, very much cor roded, out of which they emptied about three pints of silver coin, leaving a consid- erable quantity in the lower end, where it was less corroded. supposed to be gold.- They quickly made off from the astounded sexton, leaving for his share of the booty, the pleasure of replacing the coffin lid, since which time, these strangers of fortu- nate memory have neither been seen or beard ofin our city of Boston.

 Boston Courier.

 The following affecting account of the death of Sir John Moore, is taken from Napier's History oi he Peninsular War, lately published:

 S.r Jobn Moore, wh.le earnestly watch ing the result of the 6ght aSout inc village of Elvina, was struck on his left breast Dy a cannon-shOt; the shock threw him from his horse with violence; he rose again in a sitting posture-his countenance unchang- ed, and his steadfast eye still fixed on the regiments engaged in his front; no sigh be- trayed sensation of pain; but in a few moments when he was satisfied that the troops were gaining ground his countenance hrightened, ,and he allowed himself to be ta- ken to the rear. Then was seen the dreadful nature of his hurt; the shoulder was shat tered to pieces, the arm was hanging by a piece of skin, the ribs over his heart brok- en, and barred of flesh, and the muscles oi the breast torn into long slips, which were interlaced by their recoil from the dragging of the shot. As the soldiers placed him in a ablanket, his sword got entangled and the hilt entered the wound. Captain Hard inge, staff officer, who was near, attempt- cd to take it of; but the dying man stop ped him, saying, It is well as it is. l had rather itsEould go out of the field with ma,azh this manrer becoming soldier, Sir John Moore was borne bleeding from the fight.

 During this time the army was rapidly gaining ground. Tho reserve, overthrow