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of industry, order and subordinalion pre- vail, civil authorities chosen by ourselves will be sufficient for our purposes. They can lay out roads and assess taxes, and get volunteers enough armed with painted poles, to take the most desperate single criminal into custody. But to expect that with such powers as our town and city au- thorities are clothed with, they can at few hours notice bring any sufficient force a. gaInst an instruction of a corrupted popil- l"cc, is preposterous in the extreme. If we are to have mubs, or mob materials in our country, we must have something be- sides select men to meet them.

 Religious flag. From friend in Philadelphia, to the Editor ef

 ,he Christian Wotehm,an, dated Oct. 20, 1884. l spent an evening not long since, in company with the celebrated Dr.. -, who was the medical attendant of John Randolph, of Roanoke, at the of time of his decease in this city. Among many deeply

 interesting anecdotes, lie relatedthe follow ing, which has never been published. I think it well deserves to bc.

 Randolph was near his end. Dr. -- was sitting by the table, and his man John, NCuOu WdS IClb btl SNtIllS Uy JUG bed, in perfect silence, when he closed his eyes, and for few moments seemed, by his hard breathing, to be asleep. But as the sequel proved, it was the intense work ing of his mind. Opening his keen eyes upon the Doctor, he said, sharply, ore morse'' e''-soon afterward more emphatical-> ly, "REMoRsE" "-presently, at the top of, his strength, he cried out, '" REMORSE." He then added, " Let me see the soord." The Dr. not comprehending his desire, made no reply. Randolph then said to him, with great energy, Let n,e settle s0ord. Show me tt in a Dietiondyy." The Dr.. looked round and told him he be- lieved there was none in the room.-- /" Write it then," said Randolph. Ths Dr. perceived one of Randolph's engraved cards lying on the table. asked if he should write it on that. |" Nothing more proper" was the answer. The Dr. then wrote the word in pencil under the printed name, and handed it to Randolph. He seized it, holding it up to his eyes with great earn estness, seemed much agitated.-Afier a few seconds, he handed back the card, saying, $ Write it on the other side."- The Dr.. did so, in larger letters. He took it again, and after gazing earnestly upon it few seconds, returned it and said, |" Lend John your pencil and let him put stroke under it." The black man took the pencil and did so, leaving it on the table. 'tAh" said the dying man, |" Re- mOrse, you don't know what it means you don't know what it means" But added presently, cast myself on the Lord Jesus Christ for mercy" Dr.. then showed me the identical card. On one side was written John Randolph of Ro- anoke,-Remorse," and on the other side " RemOrse." You may imagine the varied thoughts that rushed through my mind, at beholding this sad evidence of the dread- fulncss of postponing to dying hour, the business of a life time.