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[FROM THE NEW ORLEANS DELTA.]
I Iteniember Still-
Its golden ray, the sunshine flings,
My forehead to illume:
And thou! the mournful cypress wings
Above the saddest tomb!
A glory from tire sky aiar,
Comes trembling like a truant star,
My forehead to illume;
But, mournful shadow's, bending low,
Weep o’er thee in their silent wo,
Where worm and whoodle-thing come
go,
Within thy saddest tomb!
A stray wind lifts the gloried tress
That binds my musing head—
Nor wind, nor ray, shall curl c.jjss,
Where thou art with the dead!
The light, the bloom, the youth are rnine-
Decayt and death, and damp-dew twine
Thy coldly dreaming bead;
And calm, and gloom, arc with thee there,
Cold lingers clasp thy forehead lair,
Wan hands have still’d thy sunny hair—
Where thou art with the dead;
Love sings a luce-like strain to me,
And wooing voices trill—
Such carol may not answered be,
While 1 remember still!
Hope sits my future like a star—
Such phantoms vainly trill!
The beacon-light for ev’er hath fled,
The glory may not wreathe thy head—
My hope, my dream, are with the dead,
For 1 remember still!
My pale hands oft, at stillest eve
With wilted leaf and blonm,
Bend o’er thy calmest rest, to weave
A mourning for thy tomb.
The’siniie inyTipsare wreathing now—-
The joy that glitters on my brow—
Iii vainest mockery bloom
From things that fondest, fairest be,
From hope and joy, and passion’s plea,
1 turn to silent dreams of thee,
Beside thy mould’ring tomb.
Like songster left is ceaseless wo,
Its hopeless lay to trill,
My heart keeps murmuring sad and low,
With mournful memory still!
Love strikes the trembling lute again,
Hope sounds a wilder, bolder strain—
Such phantoms vainly trill!
I turn to where thy wilted bloom,
Lies mould'ring in the«silent tomb,
To bow in anguish, tears and gloom—
For I remember still!
evidently a little alarmed, drew back liis !
head with a motion that might be called a
jerk, and turning to a gentleman sitting
near him, said :
“Well, stranger, did you ever hear such
a snort as that ?”
“The engine ?” suggested the other.
“Well, 1 don’t know what it is, but—
hollo how she goes ?’’
“Guess you are not acquainted with rail
road travelling ?”
“Hang it, no ! haint they ran away ?
Creation how it jerks.”
“It’s all safe enough, you may rely; the
cars are starling.”
“That’s all; well, stranger, I aint afeard
you know, but kinder surprised like, that’s
all,” said the mountain boy, haif ashamed,
“i, golly! stranger, did you hear ere snort,
it beats dad’s jackass, and he’s a roarer, no
mistake. Whew! how it does puff; some
thin’s bustin’, I’m sure.”
“Oh, fudge ! it’s all right,” said the oth
er, settling himself for a nap.
“I swow ! 1 don’t see how you can sleep,
darned ef I do !”
“Nothing like getting used to it,” said
the other. “You’ve heard of the ells that
had been skinned so many times they rath
er liked it, aud used to come ashore every
few days to have their hides taken oil,
haven’t you ?”
“Your gassin’, stranger.”
The bell rang; the engiue moved off, a-
way went the cars at rapid speed, and be
fore our hero had recovered from the shock
which the “snsrt” produced, the cars were
moving slowly over Etowah Bridge. Dis
covering a change iu its gait, he popped
his head out of the window again, “to see
how it moved,” saw that he was some dis
tance from the earth, and supposing the
'■critter” was flying, swooned and tell from
his seat speechless. Several gentlemen sit
ting near, caught hold ot him, raised him
up, shook him aud rubbed him until he re
vived a’little.
“This man’s crazy,” suggested some of
the bystanders, sagely.
“No, he’s not,” answered he who had
before spoken, “he’s frightened.”
“Frightened ?”
“Yes, scared half to death.”
“About wliat ?”
‘‘ The cars; he was never in a tram before
he told me so.”
A hearty laugh ran through those about
the half fainting man, which had the effect
to arouse him to consciousness, or at least
partially to do so, for his breath began to
come and go more regularly, anp at last he
opened his eyes, as large as saucers, and
seeing several of the gentlemen who had
come to his assistance, about him, he look
ed up most beseechingly in the face of one
of them, and said— 1u Stranger has it lit yet!'
Uraggle.Tails ^nd Paycocks’ j A Son of A 6nn.
Tails. j The night pqlice yesterday morning
“I promised my dear Aunt,” continued ; brought up a queer customer from a gutter
Nelly, “when I left you to tell you every- I down town, in which he had taken iodg-
thi'ngl saw ! I little knew what a prom- j ings along towards the first cockcrow,
ise that was when I made it ! but there’s j When first introduced to the Police Justice
something so mighty quare has happened : this representative of gutterdom was in a
lately in this great town, that I should like | sad plight, but just drunk enough to be as
you to come to knowledge of it ; it is so | happy as a lord could be expected to be un-
different from what’s going on in poor ouldi der like circumstances
MISCELLANEO us.
Ireland. I haven’t much time %r writing
this month, so must tell it out of the face,
and be doue with it. Do you remember
the watching we used to have when the
war was going on betwixt Miss Mulvany of
the big shop, and Mrs. Toney Casey of the
ed house, about the length of their gown ?
All the country cried shame on Mis Mulva-
ny, when the hem of her bran new Sunday
silk reached the binding of her shoe, and
then they shouted double shame ou Mrs.
Case}', all the way home .from mass, when
the next Sunday her dress touched the
heel; sure it served us for conversation all
the week, and every girl iu the place let
ting down her hems—and happy she, who
had a good piece in the gathers—aud to
see the smile and the giggle on Miss Mul
vany’s face ! We all knew, when we saw
that, that she’d come out past the common
uext Sunday; and so she clid, aud a cruel
wet Sunday it was, and she in another silk,
a full finger on the ground behind and be
hind and before, and she too proud to hold
it up ! and the villian Paddy Macgan, com
ing up to her in thecivilist way and asking
if he might carry home her tail for her !—
And then the row there was between Tony
Casey and his wife, the little foolish cray-
thur, because he refused her the price of a
new gown, with which she wanted to
break the heart of that other fool Miss Mul-
vany by doubling the length, and how
Mrs. Casey would not go to mass, because
she could’ut have a longer tail than Miss
Mulvany ! And sure you mind, Ant dear,
when*all that work was going ou how the
tine Priest stood on the altar, and Girls and
boys’ he says—it was after mass—‘Girls
aud boys, but especially girls, I had a
draine last night, or indeed to be speaking
good English, it was this morning 1 had it,
and I need not tell you, my little darlings,’
[that it was the kind way he had of speak
ing] that morning drarnes come true. Well,
in my draine I was on the Fair green, and
there was a tine lot of you all looking fresh
and gay like a bank of primroses, and all
sailing about like a forest of paycocks, with
tails as long and as draggled as Mary Mul
vany has got and Toney Casey has not got.
“No fault of hers, plaze your Reverence,’
said Tonv.
“Hould yer tongue. Tony,” said the
Priest until you’re spoken to, and don’t
be a fool; when a wise man wins a battle,
he shouldn’t brag of it; and it’s illmanuersr
you have to be putting your priest out in
the face of Ins congregation. Where was I?’
“In the forest of paycocks,’ your rever
ence,” squeaked little Paddy Macgann.
“That’s a fine boy, Paddy, to remember
what your priest says.’
“Your reverence promised me a penuy
the last time I held your horse,’ squeaked
Paddy again; upon which there was a
great laugh in which his reverence joined.
“Well girls,’ continued his reverence,
‘you were all like paycocks, only some had
longer tails than others, and very proud
you were of them—mighty tine, aud quite
uatural; showing them off girls, not to one
another, but a toue another. Well there is
as you all know, no accounting for drarnes,
for all of a sudden who should come on the
green, but the Black Gentleman himself!
It’s downright earnest I am. I saw as
plain as I see you; hoofs and horns there
he was; and when you all saw him of
course you ran away like hares, and those
that had short gowns, got cleau oft tight
and tidv, but as for poor Mary Mulvany, all
like her [in dress, I meau^ all ho had to do
was to put his hoof on the gown tails, and
they were done for—pinned for everlasting.
Girls! remember the morning drarnes
comes true ! If ye make vanity of your
gown tails, it’s a sure sign that the devil
Now be off every
War in a. I>ry-«ood Store*
The following comical affair is reported
in one of the Philadelphia papers, as hav
ing come off in that city a few days since:
The incident of the day was an assault on
a distinguished dry-goods man in Second
street, by Mrs. Dorothy Owen, a lady who
sells country produce in High street mar
ket. Mrs. Owen, with a basket full of eggs
on her arm, went into Mr. ’s store to
buy three quarters of a yard of pink sarea-
net. The store keeper misunderstanding
her, gave her three yards and a quarter of
the silk instead of the quantity required.
Mrs. Owen laid down a half eagle, and Mr.
, of course, took payment for three
yards and a quarter. Mrs. 0. protested she
called for only three-quarters of a yard. Mr.
boldly asserted that the quanity de
manded was three yards aud a quarter.
Mrs. Owen now tired up, and let Mr.
know that she always en ertained a suspicion
that he was a rogue, but now suspicion was
changed to a certainty. Some other hard
words passed between them: and as hard
words often lead to something harder, Mrs.
Owen made a punch at Mr. . Then Mr.
made a masterly retreat to an elevated
perch where his desk is fixed, and, there,
like an ancient baron in his turreted castle,
he bade defiance to bis furious assailant.
Mr. , in his imaginary security, forgot
Justice.—Stand up, sir.
Prisoner.—Can’t do it, sir. Great con
stitutional objections to standing. Prefer
to sit.
Justice.—What’s your name ?
Prisoner.—No matter about that, sir.
My name is writ in bad brandy, sir. I have
brandy us a general thing. Indeed, sir,
brandy—
Justice.—Silence, sir? What’s your
name ?
Prisoner.—If I obey you and keep si
lence, how will you ever know ray name?
Name ? Ah, sir, what’s in a name ? A
rose by any other
Justice.—No trifl’ng with me, sir. An
swer my question at once, or I’ll send you
up,
Prisoner.—Just where I wanted to go ;
just where you’ll send me, whether I an
swer you or not. Fact is, my name is no
trifiing matter. Sir, I am a Son of a Gun !
Justice.—I fear you are something worse: that the improAements of modern warfare
than that. j make the defence of castellated holds a very
Prisoner.—True : I’m your prisoner.: precarious undertaking; he forgot, in short,
Keep agood watch on me. 1 am remarka-j that the science of projectiles has been ad-
bly apt to “go off.” My partiality to salt-j ded to military tactics, and , that cannon
petre is decided. My temperament is sul-> balls and shell do tremendous
phurous. I go in for carbon and carbines. | a great distance. He
I affect a rifle. Muskets are my pride, ’ of this fact or something like it, when Mrs.
Colt’s revolvers the idols I worship. Sir,; Owen bethought herself of the basket of
my soul is equal to a Paixhau ! A gun ! • eggs on her arm. And although eggs are
a gun ! my what-you-call-it for a gun. 1 expensive ammunition at the present time
Squire, did you ever “go a gunning ?” No ? being very scarce and costly in proportion,
Well, sir, then your leather-headed Charlie ; Mrs. Owen considered that offensive war
there—the chap thatjpulled me-out of bed cannon be carried on without pecuniary sac-
exeeution at
was soon reminded
nfice, and submitting to the necessities of the
case, she began to bombard the tower or
lofty fort iu which Mr. had entrenched
himself. The first missile aimed at Mr.
face was avoided by a timely dodge, but it
took effect on the face of the clock which
First Ride on a Railroad.
We have oiten thought that to a person
who saw a train of cars in motion tor the
first time, the sight must be most miracu
lous and astonishing. As Jack Down once
said, “’twas so queer to see a hull. lot ot
wagons chuck full of people and things a-
goin’off at that ere speed, and no boss to
draw ’em.” A genius of the sort reterred
to, lately made his experimental trip,
was a greenhorn, a genuine backwoodsman,
who feared nothing in the shape of mau or
beast, but anything that he could not un
derstand puzzled him even more than it
did, perhaps, the ordinary run of his tellows.
Well, he came to Catersville, a short time
since, for the purpose of taking his first
railroad trip. ,
He’d heern tell on’em, but did not be
lieve, he said, half the nonsense folks said
about ’em: When the cars arrived at the
place, our hero was there patiently waiting
and much excited and elated, anticipating
his intended ride. As the cars approached
he stood gazing, with wonder and awe, at
the the engine puffing and smoking, hol
lowing the example of others, as soon as
the cars stopped he hurried aboard, with
his saddle-bags'on his arms, and seated
himself near a window. Then, looking at
the passengers, manifestly much surprised,
he put his head out the window to see the
“critter start.” While in this position,
watching with much anxiety,, whistle
Bounded. Our hero, much surprised, and
Tlie Project for Crossing tlie Pa'
cific by Steam.
The following is published respecting
the new steam line between England and
Australia, via Panama :
The long-talked of project for crossing
the wide expanse of the Pacific ocean by
steam, may be said at length to be in a fair
train for eonsumation. In about a year
powerful screw steamships will be placed iu
the station to run to and from Panama and
Sydney, touching at Tahiti and New Zea
land. The Australasian Pacific Mail steam
Company, recently incorporated by royal
chapter, are now pressing forward their ar
rangements for taking up the line, and have
contracted for the immediate construction
of five iron screw steamships, of 1500 tons
burthen, and 300 horse power. The ves
sels being of iron, it was considered more
conducive to the harmony of action for the
ship and engines to be included in one con
tract; accordingly the builders of the ships
will also manufacture the machinery. Mr.
li. Napier, of Glaseow, is building two of
ships; Messrs, Baird & Co., of Greenswick,
one; Messrs, Reid & Co., of Port Glasgow,
one; Messrs. Miller Ravehill & Co., ot Lon
don, one. The first vessel is to be ready
in nine months from the present date, and ; g
will-at once be dispatched to Sydney as a j has set his foot on t lem.
pioneer of the line, and thence to occupy ; one of you, and let me see J on next Sun
t.lip. Pacific station to Panama. The highest day.
this morning, I mean—has clearly got the
start of you. He has an eye to both spor
ting and business. *
Justice.—What do you mean, sir ?
Prisoner.—Why, he “went a gunning”
on his boat this morning.
Justice.—I do not understand you, sir. was placed just behind the desk, and a frag
Prisoner.—Very likely. If I recollect a-: ment of the shattered glass cut off a small
right, you just now asked me my name ? j slice of the store-keeper’s ear, leaving
Justice.—Your memory is not at fault. ! enough of the organ however, for any use
Pray what is it ? ! or ornament. The next two or three dis
Prisoner.—Sir, my name is Gorman Gun i charges were highly creditable to Mrs. Ow-
at your service. I am a “Son of Gun,” as 1 en’s skill in*gunnery. One of the rockets
vou see, and the hopeless victim of that hit Mr. iu the middle of the forehead,
becapped and beclubbed sportsman
“brought me up” so unceremoniously this
tine cool morning.
Justice.—Mr. Gun, I shall be obliged to
send you up as a vagrant.
Gun.—Very well, sir. I’m ready to “go
off.” And “off” Mr. Gun did “go.”—Mb.
Reg.
the Pacific station to Panama
rate of speed possible has been the only
condition imposed on the contractors, and
it is, therefore, expected that these vessels\perience
will provide for the most rapid and regu
lar route to Australia. The communica-
tion^each way is to be monthly, and the
Australasian Company’s steamships will
run in correspondence with the direct West
India mail steamers from Chagres to South
ampton. It is anticipated that Sydney will
thus be reached in fifty to fifty-five days
from Southampton.
Ah, Aunt dear, the tails were cut off to
the shoe binding.—Nelly Nowland's Ex-
Cass County Presentments.—Two suc-
Cissive grand juries in this county have at
the late session of that court- made able re
The
ports on the subjects of intemperance. — - , * •
” - ■ •' — >■— the second moment they heard a scream , and teari ^
A Matrimonial Hint—We remember
somewhere to have read a story of a youth,
who hesitating in his choice between two
young ladies, by both of whom he was be
loved, was brought to a decision by means
of a rose. It happened one day, as all the
three were wandering in a garden, that oue
of the girls, in attempting to pluck a new
blown rose, wounded her finger with a
thorn ; it bled freely ; and applying the
petals of a white rose to the wound, she
said, smiling, “I am a second Venus; I
have dyed the white rose . red. At that
presentments of the jurors for
week. Dr. Thomas Hamilton, foreman,
concluded as follows:
“We earnestly request our representatives
in the next Legislature to promote the pas
sage of an act submitting to a vote of the
people the question; whether or not it be
their will to have a law enacted suppressing
the retail of spirituous liguors in this State.
This question, if disconnected with all po
litical contests, and left to the calm, sober
and- unbiassed expression of public senti
ment, we confidently believe will be decided
in the affirmative, and the strong arm ot
the law, in obedience to popular will, can
then be justly exercised in the suppression
of this “iniquitous and destroying business.
the other lady who loitered behind had met
with an accident, hastened back to assist
her. The fair one’s scream had been call
ed forth by no worse an accident than had
befallen her companion. She had angrily
thrown away the offending flower, and
made so pertinacious and fretful lamenta
tion over her wounded finger, that the
youth, after a little reflection, resolved on
a speedy union with the least handsome,
but the more amiable of the two young
friends. Happy would it be for many a
kind hearted woman did she know by what
seeming trifles the affection of those whom
she lores may be confirmed or alienated
forever.—Ex. Paper.
The Crops, Weather, Sec.
The St. Francisville (La.) Chronicle, of
the 25 th ult., says that the weather for the
previous week has been very unpropitious
for cotton picking, and must prove of great
damage to that which was open. It had
rained more or less every day.
The Natchitoches Chronicle, of the 25th,
also complains of the heavy rains, and says
that they will seriously affect the cotton
picking.
The Point Coupee Echo, of the 25th ult.,
says :
The weather, during the past week, has
been very showery—so much so that a
great deal of rain has fallen. The picking
of cotton has consequently been interrupt
ed, we may say for the first time since the
commencement of the season. It is now
ascertained beyond a doubt that this crop
will fall far short of all our former calcula
tions, not only- here, but throughout all
the South.
The following, from the Woodville (Miss)
Whig, of the 25th ult., shows that the
same causes are affecting the crop in that
section :
That the cotton crop will be cut short in
this county a third or a half by the rot, ev
erywhere prevalent, cannot now be doubt
ed. From planters in every locality of the
county, we have been careful to inquire as
lo the extent of . the damage, and' many re
port that they are injured beyond the half
of their crop. Add to this the constant
rains we have had for a week or more, the
crop will certainly be cut short, beyond
even the forebodings of the planter.
The Little Rock (Ark.) True Democrat,
of the-21st ult., speaks in more cheering
tones, as follows:
Never has Arkansas been blessed with a.
finer prospect for an abundant crop of ccrn
and a fruitful season in all things. The
cotton crop, which promises well, may be
greatly curtailed by a rainy autumn or the
attack of worms, but we may leasonably
calculate on more than an average number
of bales to the acre.
The Clarksville (Texas) Standard, of the
11th inst., says that the cotton is rapidly
maturing in that neighborhood, and some
of the planters were making good picking.
in the middle of the
and bursting there poured its unsavory con
tents downwards over his nose and mouth
Another exploded on his black satin vest,
aud left an orange colored line, that appear
ed to be a burlesque imitation of a gold
guard-chain. The clerks perceiving in what
extremity their employer was placed, hast
ily endeavored to erect on the counter a
breastwork or parapet, composed of bolts of
Osnaburgs, Russia duck; and brown shirt
ing, to cover the besieged fortress. But Mrs.
Owen was not to be baulked by any such
engineering. She mounted on a chair, and
thence attained the elevation of the counter,
and having thus surmounted the enemy’s
works, she poured in her fire with such over
whelming effect that the besieged party ca
pitulated, begging a cessation of hostilities,
and promise to “make all right.” This sur
render, however, was only a stratagem of
war; for Mr. had secietly dispatched
one of his young men for a reinforcement,
which came flora the police office, and Mrs.
Owen, yielding to superior numbers, was
made prisoner.
The. boll worm, however, has done some
damage.
The Marshall (Texas) Patriot, of the 11th
ult., says the crops of all kinds are very a-
bundant this season, and adds :
Indian corn is ready to harvest and is
very abundant, and will not command more
than from thirty to forty cents per bushel.
Cotton will go beyond an average, being
eoo late for any ordinary disaster. Many
planters are making good progress picking
Gem Pierce visited the horticultural ex
hibition in Boston on Thursday last.
A Hugging Scrape.—“Acorn,” the Bos
ton correspondent of the New York Spirit
of the Times, tells the following story:
A few days since, some “bloods” residing
at Nahant had rare sport. A number of the
friends of the Maine liquor law, with a posse
of constables, proceeded to Drew’s Hotel,
for the purpose ofiseizing a quantity of the
“enemy that steals away men’s brains,” and
that wag of a fellow Sam Loring, whilom of
the Tremont, getting wind of the intended
proceeding, and, having the fear of the law
before his eyes, resolved not to break the
peace of the commonwealth himself, nor al
low the inmates of the hotel to do so by any
overt act, yet he was still desirous of giving
to the party an affectionate receptionl Con
sequently, he summoned all the scrub wo
men about the house (some fifteen lusty
Irishwomen,) and agreed to give them three
dollars each if they would allow themselves
to be covered from head to foot with soft
soap and grease; and, immediately upon the
informers and pimps entering the house,
each one was to seize her man, and com
mence embracing him in the most affection
ate manner, to which they all at once agreed.
Sam immediately gave each woman a thick
coating of bacon grease, and over that cov
ered a thick coat of mustard and molasses;
and thus arrayed and bedaubed, they await
ed the arrival of their expected visiters,
whom, upon entering the rotunda of the ho
tel, were each instantly seized by a stout,
well-greased Irishwoman with a hug that
nearer resembled that of a fall grown she-
bear than any thiug that I can describe.
The party soon began to cry pecavi, and
beg for their lives, which was spared them,
but not until they were well bedaubed with
a heterogeneous mixture, not the most a-
agreeable in smell or appearance, and, as
they sneaked out the back door, looked like
individuals resolved never again to attempt
seizing liquor until they had become satis
fied there were no greased women about!
The Perils of Matrimonial Life*
We turned aside from our path for a
space to visit an object of curiosity, which is
one of the “lions” of the Eastern Shore.
This is an ancient vault, belonging to the
Guslis family, a branch of the same stock
with which Washington intermarried. It
lies upon a fine old farmstead, looking out
upt>n the bay. At occupies the centre of a
large field, the only prominent object, shel
tered by some old trees. This vault is of
white marble, elaborately carved in London
iu a state of dilapidation. The curious fea
ture about it consists in its inscription,
which runs thua:
“Under this marble tomb lies the body of
the
Hox. John Cusms, Esq.,
of the city of Williamsburg, and parish of
Carton ; formerly of Hungar’s Parish, on
the Eastern shore of Mirgiuia, and county
of Northampton, aged 71 years, and yet liv
ed but seven years, which was the space of
time he kept a Bachelor's House at Arling
ton, on the Eastern shore of Virginia.”
This inscription, we are told by another
on the opposite side, was put on the tomb
by his own positive orders. The gist of it,
our lady readers will be pleased to perceive,
consists in the hues we have italicised; the
furce of which will be better felt and un
derstood from the additional fact, which
does not appear, that this bachelor, who
lived in bis bachelor eon.iition, was actual
ly married three times ! His experience,
if we are to believe his epitaph, was greatly
adverse to the idea of any happiness in the
marriage state ; yet how strange that he
should have ventured thrice upon it! The
natural conclusion is, that Hon. JohnCustis
was a singular, just and conscientious man,
who unwilling to do the sex any wrong by
premature judgment, gave them a full
trial, at the expense of his own happiness,
pronounced judgment only after his repea
ted experiments. Tradition has preserved
anecdotes of the sort of experience which he
enjoyed in the marriage Btate, one of which
I will relate. It appears that he was dri
ving out in his ancient coach with one of
his wives, and to do him justice we must as
sure the reader that he had but one at a
time—and in the neighborhood of the ve
ry spot to'wbich we ourself are tending—
Cape Charles. A matrimonial discussion
ensued between the pair, which warmed at
they proceeded. The lord grew angry,
the lady vociferous.
“It was the diamond,” said one—and “I
insist,” quoth the other, “that it was the
club”
“You will drive me mad I” cried John
Custis.
“I should call that admirable driving !”
retorted the wife.
By 1” he exclaimed, “if you sty
another word I will drive down into the tea!
They were even upon the beach.
“Another word!” screamed the lady.
“Drive where you please,” she added. “In
to the sea I can go as deep as you dare go,
any day !”
He became furious, took her at her word,
and drove the horses and chariot into the
ocean. They began to swim. He held in
looked into her face, and she laughed in hit.
“Why do you stop I” she demanded ex-
ultingly, not a whit alarmed.
“You are a devil!” he exclaimed, turn
ing his horses about aud making for the-
shore with all expedition.
“Pooh ! pooh 1 laughed his tormentor.
“Learn from this fact that there is no plaoo
where you dare to go, where I dare not ac
company you.”
“Even to——— 1”
“The only exception,” she answered,
The Cholera is raging severely in the
counties of Owen and Grant, Ky.
with a chuckle; there, my dear, I leave you/
She had conquered.
He never drove in at Cape Charles again
but groaned with the recollection of tha
seven years’ bachelor life at Arlington.—
Correspondent of the Charleston Evening
News,
Webster and Jenkins in Boston.—-A dis
patch from Boston, dated the first inst.
says:
“The Webster Club held a meeting at
Art Union Hall this evening, which was
fully attended. Several spirited speeches
were made, and the greatest enthusiasm
prevailed.
The prospects of Daniel Webster were
never brighter in the old Bay State. The
people are fully aroused. Clubs are form
ing in several of the wards in the city, and a
grand Webster meeting will be held in
Faneui! Hall next week, at which time some
of the ablest whigs in the State will take *
the stump.”
Death from a Fall.—About 2 o’clock
yesterday morning, the body of Mr. B. P.
Tyler was found in the alley of the Eagle
and Phoenix Hotel. It was first diavover-
ed by one of the boarders, who was attrac
ted to the spot by his loud groans. His room
was in the third story of the hotel, and it ie
supposed he took a seat on the window,
went to sleep and fell out. He lived about
a half hour after he was picked up, but wis
unable to speak. Mr. Tyler, we learn, re
sided at Graniieville, where he kept a store.
He has relatives living in Ghaileston, to
whom the intelligence of his melancholy
death will be a source of grief.—Augusts
Constitutionalist of yesterday.
Pathetic Obituary.—A Western
announces the death of a lady of his
tance, and thus touchingly adds:
In her decease the side lost an
ble friend. Long will she seem to v
their bedside, as she was wont, vri
: balm of consolation in on* hand, and a
t of rhubarb in the other