Man's inhumanity to man has often traced a border of black around many of the fairest pages in the annals of universal history. The fields are green, the ?owers bloom, the birds sing, but man — man alone is vile. Perhaps we might prefer to record only those events which show forth the beauti ful, the noble, the true; but it is only in the realm of fancy that all things may take a happy course, and just so long as man is man the historian must ever report the bit ter with the sweet, the evil with the good.