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“The ferment of a free, is preferable to the torpor of a despotic, Government.” VOL. II. ATHENS, GEORGIA, MAY 11, 1833. WO. 8. SiJoetri?. From the Kew-York Young Man's Advocate. THE PARTING WISH. Remember me—when on thy way, Ho]xi shmis her best and brightest ray; When round tho loved and social hearth, Eat h voice is heard in tone of mirth. The lightest scene of other days: When thy glad heart beats full and free, Then—oh, then, remembe r me. Remember rne—when sorrows throw Tin ir shadow on thy heart and brow; When all the beautiful—the gay, The fondly lov’d have passed away. When every earthly hope and trust Lies withered—ruined—in the dust, And from the world thou fain would’st flee. Then—oh, then, remember me. Remember rne in future years, When all tho hopes and all the fears, Th it brighten now, or dim Ihy way. Like transient dreams are swept away, Before thee let one vision linger, Made brighter still by F .ncy’s finger. A scene like this, oh may it tie, Then—oh, then, remember me. HOME. That is not home where, day by day, I wear the busy hours away; That is not home, where lonely night Prepares me for the toils of light; ’Tis hope, and joy, and memory give A homo in which the heart can live. Those walls no lingering hopes endear, No fond remembrance chains me here, Cheerless I heave the lonely sigh : Fair lady, canst thou tell me why ? ’Tis where t'iou art, is home for me, A home of bliss—for I’m with thee. There are who strangely love to roam, And find in wildest haunts their home; And sonic in halls and lordly state, Who yet are homeless—desolate. The sailor’s homo is on tho main; The warrior's on tho tented plain: The maiden’s on her bower of rest; The infant’s on its mother’s broast; l>ut where thou art is home to me, A home of bliss—for I’m with thee. There is no home in th’ halls of pride. They arc too high, and cold, and wide. No homo is by the wanderer found,- Tis not in place—it hath no bound; It is a circling atmosphere Investing all the heart holds dear, A law of strange attractive force, That holds tho feelings in their course ; It is a prcsonce undefin’d O’er shadowing the conscious mind, Where love and beauty sweetly blend To consecrate the name of friend: Where’er thou art is home to me, A blissful home—for I’m with theo. JSUSCCUiTttIJ. While the dance is yet in its vigor, let us look at some of the characters who are par taking of its pleasure. Here comes a young tree of a fellow, who moves along as if his feet did’nt know which should dance first. He must have sat for Whittier’s portrait of the “lean man;” for I defy the acutest anatomist to find enough adipose matter, in his whole frame, to grease a frying pan. He is the very pcrsonifica. tiou of skin and bones and, if his color were the ri ht kind, could casi y be mistake . f r a peripatetic mummy. His head is so far from his heels, that I doubt whether they ever take cognizance of each other’s movements; and I shrewdly suspect they sometimes start in different directions; which must give rise to severe contests. He is determined, how. ever to have no disagreement to night, for he keeps a strict watch otter the latter which must of course, be under his eye all the time. I, being a small man, was unable, during the whole evening, to ascertain the true char- acter of his physiognomy. A9 might be ex- pected, his partner is the smallest lady in the room; (man always goes by contrast;) and he is sometimes troubled by losing her in the crowd. But here comes a couple, in every respect the antipodes of the other. The mule is about three feet, and the woman is six at least; I do wish people would match themselves mote entirely. I can’t conceive why a duck should set up to dance a jig with a crane, or a mouse with a dromedary. Now, I am by no means sure that she secs him at all, and as to hearing him if he could speak—--don’t dream of such a thing. Unlike the lengthy subject we have just dismissed, his feet have much unanimity of movement, and go to gether very like a sparrow’s or kangaroo’s, lie dances all up in a heap while th it type of longitude, his partner, jumps almost as high as his head, and just now lit on his toes, to his huge discomfiture. They ought to be sent to “ Bachelor’s Elysium,” and forced to dance together eternally. But move back a little, for there is no or dinary dancer at work now. He must be a genius, for his movements are erratic. I won der what he is skating on the dry floor for.— Away he jumps to one side; and anon, before you get your eyes fairly on liim, he is on the other. Oae would think he had a head wind, and, like Commodore Trunnion, wished to tack through the reel. His legs appear to belong to different bodies, " Far one, as if suspicious of his brother, Desirous seems to run away from the other and you may, consequently soon expect nul lification and disunion. There ought to be a mill-pond everlastingly frozen for his par ticular benefit. Ah! whom have we here, with emaciated l.ited a raw-boned six footer at my elbow;— “ins’t that ar feller no doctor no how, and nothing but a Natche black-leg ?” “ He is not a doctor any more than you, and is a black-leg.” “Wellnow,”continued the aforesaid six- footer “ that does beat Jim Duncan. But I tell you what, stranger, he’s a choppin on the wrong log now; if he ain’t I wish I may never fling another axe again.” “ He’s ridin on the wrong nag this time by hokey,” said a jockey from behind. For a moment I felt for him for I well knew that his chance for mercy was small; but my city pride was effectually roused, and I look ed for the result with interest. The whole room was now startled by the loud tones of the six-footer, who, after con siderable manceuvering was enabled to get Doctor Legrand within the reach of his arm. « I say, my larker,” thundered he, reach ing over and grasping the unconscious object of his anger, in the midst of a pigeon wing (which he was executing to show that he could dance,) and drawing him with a kind of bear’s hug out of the reel; “I say, my honey, am’t you a doctor? At this startling query, and no less startling manner in propounding it,the music, dancing, and conversation instantly ceased, and the room was as silent as though it had been empty. Doctor Legrand, from the city of C., some what thrown ofT his guard, looked at his que rist in unfeigned astonishment; but in a mo ment, recollecting himself, his expression changed to one of supreme anger and con tempt. His whole frame quivered with rage, as he exclaimed, “ Let go your hold, instantly, you scoun drel, or I’ll make you repent it.” “Oh! well now,’’ said the imperturbable six-footer, with a cannon’s mouth sort of ex pression in his eyes, « you nced’nt think you are a gwain to bully and body hereabouts, for you am’t; but if you ar a real doctor, let it out, and ” “Let me go!” screamed the infuriated black-leg: “let me go you rascal! I’ll have satisfaction for this insult.” “That you shall,” quoth mine host, who obble-obble of a veteran turkey over head; the horse sprang furiously into the road, and the clatter of his hoofs was soon lost in the distance! From the New-York Mirror. A good joke.—One fine winter evening, early in the present century, Col. (Blank queer name, is it not ?) and his maiden sister, Patty, were sitting, one on each side of a delightful hickory fire enjoying their ati. um cum dignitatus, without any interruption, for neither of them had spoken a word for at least an hour; and that, considering the sex of Miss Patty, was certainly very remarkable. The Col. was sitting cross legged; in a great arm-chair, with his pipe in one hand, news, paper in the other, spectacles on—fast asleep- Miss Patty was moving herself gently back wards and forwards, in a low rocking chair —sitting as straight as an arrow—knitting. Close at her feet was Miss Puss, her paws folded gracefully under her, dozing very com posedly, and evincing her satisfaction by mur muring forth a monotonous, though rather musical p-u-r-r—while Mr. Carlo was stretch ed out at full length on the rug in front of the fire, and like his master, sound asleep. At length the Colonel, rousing from his nap, took off his spectacles, and rubbed his eyes, then glancing them at a huge pile of papers, that lay on the table near him, said yawning at the same time most emphatically, * I wish Henry was here to help me about my rents.’ ‘ Well, I really wish he was,’ answered his sister. ‘ I can’t expect him this month, yet,’yawn ed the Colonel. * Hadn’t you better send for him, then?’— said his sister. Upon this the dog got up and walked to wards the door. ‘Whereare you going Carlo?’ said tho old gentleman. The dog looked up in his master’s face wagged his tail a little, but never said a word and pursued his way towards the door, and as he could not very well open it himself, Miss Patty got up and opened it for him. A KENTUCKY BALL. It came to my cars, somewhere in the latter days of old’32, that there was to boa great ball on Christmas evening at squire G ’s tavern, B county, Ken tucky, and that, as “ Christmas comes but once a year,” all the beauty of said coun ty, and of two or three adjoining, would grace the occasion. Such an opportunity of wit- The Colonel seemed perfectly satisfied, and having been informed of the imposture, now j was composing himself for another nap, when entered the room; “Here, Harry —Bill— the loud and joyful barking of the dog, an saddle that big soTrel horse, and bring him nounced the approach of some one, induced out!” j him to alter his determination. Presently the This was the knell of the doctor, who now I door was violently opened, and a young man submitted to whatever might come. gaily entered the room. By this time the ball room presented a ‘ Why, William Henry, is that you ?’ said scene of indescribable confusion. The gen- Aunt Patty. tlemen had all collected roumTthe soi disant ‘ Harry, my boy, I’m heartily glad to see doctor; while those ladies who had remain. I you,’ said the Colonel, getting earnestly out ed through curiosity, fled from a scene not of his chair, and giving his nephew a substan likely to be much to their taste. tial shake of the hand. ‘ Pray what has The discomfited black-leg, finding nothing brought you home so suddenly ?’ figure, and deep sunk eyes, that seem to look 1 to be gained by blustering, tried the effect of 4 Do tell,’ said Aunt Patty, peeping over forth from a powerful mind? He is a talen- an appeal to the generosity of his hearers; I her spectacles. ted youth I am sure; perhaps some rural stu-1 but only received such responses as, I ‘Oh! I don’t know,’ said Henry. ‘ It : dent, who is wasting his existence over the! “Tar and feather him!” from one. j rather dull in town, so I thought I would just midnight lamp, and has yielded to pressing “Ride him on a rail!” from another;—I step up and see how you all come on.’ solicitations to join the Christmas festivities j while a third exclaimed, 1 * Well, I’m deuced glad to see you—sit Full many a gam,” &,c. J « Give him forty, save one !” 1 down,’ said the Colonel. How abstracted in the midst of life; and “ Ay! a little oleaginous extract of hick- ‘ So do,’ said his sister, how little he appears to enjoy the revelry of ory, which is synonymous, is generally ben- But Henry, instead of doing as he was bid the dance! He wears a frock coat, which is cficial!” echoed a pedagogue from behind. 1 hopped out of the room, but soon hopped usually inadmissible; but' his talents are a “ Mark him with two slits and a cross!” nessing one of the characteristics of the good J cloak lor that. I wish I could cultivate his echoed the dealer in pork, old State of Kent tick, was yot to be lost, so I ; friendship, for Ilove the society of talented “Nick him!” ejaculated tho jockey, on a hired a horse (N. B. I paid for him,) and i men. But how’s this ? Oh! he dances cross-1 high key. rode lor the scene of action, where I arrived about six o’clock, P. M. But liitle preparation was necessary to again, with a bottle in each hand, and giving one of them to the old lady, he said, * There, aunt, is a bottle of first rate snuff for you—and here, uncle, is one of capital Maraschino.’ ‘Thank you, my boy,’ said the Colonel.— * Positively, it does my heart good to sec legged! However, the sons of genius are al-.j “ String him up under the second section!” lowed to be eccentric; and besides, a stu- quoth a militia captain, dent cannot be expected to study the graces I “ Hurrah for Jackson!” cried a whole hog mingle iu ;he festivities which had commen- j very attentively. man, merging his resentment in devotion to j you in such fine spirits.’ ced an hour previously; for, you must know j “ Pray, sir, is not that young fellow, in a the Hero. I ‘ And mine too,’ said his sister, that country folks are not shackled by fash, i frock coat, a man of talents ? Does he not At this moment, Bill popped his greasy did you haveto pay for this snuff?’ ionablc hours, and I entered the room, where all ’ sometimes soar aloft on the wings of thought, face in at the door, with * I Here Carlo began to jump upon him; so ‘What was life, among the nether appendages at least, I instantly felt at home, though I knew hard, ly a soul; for I saw that every one was pleas. and pierce the very sky with his intellect?” I “De hoss ready for de doctor /” mixing up I he was not obliged to hear the question but “ Ay,” was the laconic answer. the emphasis on the fatal title with a half I busied himself in keeping off the dog. “I was sure of it! sure of it! d’ye here smothered liaw haw. ] < Down, Carlo !’shouted the Colonel, a lit- cd with every one’s self, and everybody clse’s Tom?' Don’t you believe in Lavater now? “ Doctor Legrand,” said the landlord, “your tie sternly : and down went the dog, with a self, and that enjoyment was the order of the j Tfc.ere’s no doubt about it. I never was mis- horse is at the stile.” I look so hummed and dejected that the Colon evening. taken in my life! ” « But my dear sir, you certainly will not I el began to feel sorry that he had spoken so It is one of the peculiar gifts of the untu-! “He, sir,” continued the person 1 had in- turn me out of doors in such a night as this! I cross. So, stretching out his hand, he pat tored Kentuckians, to set at case all around j terro 6 ated, “he sir, is the very genius of vil- it is raining in torrents j” ted the dog affectionately on the head—say them, by the unostentatious cordiality of their , lage tailors! but I suspect never soars on I “ Oh! that’ll season your bark 1” replied J mg manners, and the hearty hospitality that ever ! any wings but his goose’s and is not accused | the six-footer, as he hurried him to the door. | ‘Why, Carlo, poor Carlo, you needn’t greets a stranger; though as will be seeu in the sequel, they arc quick to avenge any im. position upon it. The first object that arrested my atten- tion on entering, was Pompey the musician, a portly gentleman of color of 14 stone or there- alxiuts, who was ensconfced behind the door, and was working every muscle in his body ; to furnish what he termed “fuss rate music.” His body was lazily thrown back into his chair which groaned, (if ever a chfair did groan) with the unusual burden, while his head and feet together served to keep time. His eyes were slightly closed, as if the mel- ody of his own fiddle was too overpowering for their lids,and there was a sort of half grin on his lips expressive of exquisite delight, which waxed into an ample gateway, exhibiting a double row of ivory teeth, as often as some “ desiderate gemmau” ordered for him a glass of his “ginooine toddy.” Occasionally as a bright thought struck him he would stop, and after givingil forth with a hearty fte-aut, hc-aio, would flourish his bow with accelerated ve. locity. • We, every day see eyes and mouths laugh; but Pompey’s nose, ears, and body all laughed together, as an elephant ought be supposed to, and no one, who saw him in one of his fits of cachiimation, could refrain from joining the chorus that went round the room. His good humor served not a little to heigh ten the animation of the company’s, while his mock dignity effectually kept all prying °bonies out of his way. of piercing with any thing but his needle!” They were followed by the whole company I feel so bad; I only wanted you to be a little I was thunderstruck! with such jeers as more polite.’ “A tailor! a cobbler of clothes! Oh! im- “I reckon he won’t possum doctor agin,” J Carlo pricked up his ears, and showed oth ! utterly impossible!” to the stile, where the doctor’s Bucephalus er signs of returning animation, though he I wish the tailor’s goose down the fellow’s was already in waiting. He was about to did not immediately recover his spirits, throat, and Lavater in a Dutch oven with all mount, and, indeed was half way to his seat, But he looked up with an expression that my heart. Hero have I been delving through when the militia captain, with the coolness of seemed to say, ‘ You need make no apology, Lavater for years—like a worm that went a warrior, dragged him down, determined, as sir,'and settled himself in dignified silence through twenty four volumes, never pcnctra-1 he said, that no rule of military ethics should J under his master’s chair. In the meantime, Henry (anxious, ci with ludicrous I ther to help his uncle or himself, I cannot say ... .or you’d know I which) had broken the seal from the top of whiskers walking through the dance with an J as how you ought eternally to retreat, face I the bottle of cordial, and drawn the cork, airot studied grace and nonchalence! He looks I to the enemy!” J while Aunt Pattv got some glasses like a city gentleman.” With this soldierly council, the captain I ‘ Well, my* boy/ said the Colonel, whose “ And that is, said a person' beside me, I lifted him to the saddle,as he termed it, in re- good humor increased every moment, ‘ what’s “Doctor Legrand, from the city of C.”—I versed order, that is, with his back to the hor-1 the news in Boston? any thing happened?’ “ Doctor Legrand, from, the city of C.?— se’s head. The captain then drew a roll of ‘No—yes,* said Henry, bursting into a Doctor Legrand ! Why, sir, I have lived 1 stout cord from his ‘ foraging cap,* made of j violent fit of laughter. ‘Yes,’ continued he, there all my life, and never before heard ol 1 * coon skins, with the tail pendant from behind, J as he had recovered himself, * I have got one Doctor Legrand. He may be a new comer; j and proceeded deliberately to fasten the feet] of die best jokes to' tell you that you ever but let me look at him.” / * of Doctor Legrand, from the city of C. under heard of in your life.’ As I spoke, Doctor Legrand from the city his horse. As he stepped back from the ‘No!’ exclaimed his uncle with amma- of C. turned towards me, and in spite of tho completion of the job, the jockey cried at the tion. disguise of huge whiskers and a pair of gold top of his voice at the same time extending * Do tell,* said Aunt Patty, taking a rimmed spectacles, I discovered the face of this whip,' of snuff. the most noted black leg the city of.C. had “ Clear the track—the rider’s mounted!” Now the Colonel was noted for his extraor- ever known. Not satisfied with the impor- which was instantiy followed by the captain, dinary relish of a good joke; even though tance conferred by whiskers fine clothes, spec- « Attention the whole! Quick time—for- was a sufferer by it himself, tacles, half a dozen gold seals, die. he must ward march!” J «Come let’s have it,* said he, filling his have more forsooth, by dubbing him Doctor! As the last word was uttered, the jockey I glass. ‘‘And a pretty doctor he is! Why, sir, brought his whip with a loud crack on the I < La suz,* said Aunt Patty, he’s a black leg, a knave, a swindler—” I flanks of the doctor’s steed; the company set ‘ Well, you must know,’ said Hediy, hard “What’s that you say, stranger?’ ejacu-1 up a shout which was joined by the gobble- ly able to keep from laughine,«that while was in town I met with an old and particular 1 friend of mine, about my own age,* here he stroked his beard^« a confounded clever fel low, very good looking, but as poor as pover ty.’ (Here he thrust one hand into his pock et, and commenced jingling at his pen-knives, keys, pocket-comb and half cent pieces.)— About two months ago he fell desperately in love with a young girl, and wants to marry her but dares not, without consent of his un- cle, a very fine old gentleman as rich as Croesus—do take a little more .cordial.* * Why—don’t his uncle wish him to marry ?” * Oh yes! but there’s the rub. He is ve- ry anxious that Bill should get a wife, but he’s terribly afraid that he’ll be taken in. Be cause it is generally understood that he is to be the old gentleman’s heir. And for this reason, his uncle, although very liberal in eve ry thing else, suspects every young lady, that pays his nephew the least attention, of being a fortune hunter.’ The old rip,’ said the Colonel; ‘ why can’t he let the boy have his own way ?’ * I think as much,’ said Miss Patty. Puss got up, scratched herself, and began to sneeze. • * Scat,’ said Miss Patty—and away went Puss. * Well, how did he manage ?’ said the Colonel. Why,’ said Henry, laughing, * he was in a confounded pickle. He was afraid to ask his uncle’s consent right out: he could not manage to let him see the girl, for she lives at some distance. But he knew that his un cle enjoyed a good, joke, and was an enthu siastic admirer of beauty. So, what does he do—but go and have her miniature taken, for she was extremely beautiful, besides being intelligent and accomplished.’ Beautiful! intelligent! and accomplished!’ exclaimed the Colonel,« pray what objection could the fool have to her ?’ Why,sho is not worth a cent,’ said Henry. Fudge,’ said the Colonel; * I wish I had been in the ojd chap’s place, but how did he get along ?’ * Why, as I said, lie had her picture taken, and as it was about time for collecting rents, he thought it would make the old gentleman good natured if he went home and offered to assist him. So home he went, taking with him a parcel of oranges. By the by—that puts me in mind—I bought some at the same place, but have left them in the hall.’ So, skipping out of the room, he returned with a handkerchief filled with some of the finest oranges that ever came over; and handing one of them to his aunt, he laid the rest on the table beside his uncle. The old gentleman smiled in every corner of his face, and put his hand into his pocket. * Why didn’t he marry her at once, and leave the rest to chance ?’ asked the Colonel. ‘ Shoot me if I wouldn’t.’ ‘ Why—you must know that Bill loves his uncle as well as if he had been his own father—for the old gentleman was as good as a father to him. So he could not bear the idea of getting married without trying to get his consent. And then you see ; he could be married at home, and that would just suit his uncle, for he is mighty fond of a good frolic now and then.’ * He deserves to have her for that one thing,’ said the Colonel, with emotion. Shoot me, if I don’t wish I had been his uncle.— Don’t you think so, Carlo ?’ addressing the dog who was just coming from under his chair. ‘Yessir,’ said Carlo—or rather seemed to say; for he looked up with an expression so intelligent, that it conveyed the meaning as plainly as though he had spoken it in words. ‘La suz!’ said Aunt Patty. «Positively, Colonel, I think you have got the finest dog in the country,’ said Henry, patting Carlo on the head. Now if there was one thing that tho old gentleman liked better than to be called Co lonel, it was to have his dog praised. So he. grew warmer and warmer, and presently pulled out his pocket-book. ‘Well,’ said he, ’did he give his consent? What comes next ?’ «Why,’ said Henry, * the old gentleman was mightily tickled to see the oranges. So he bade him a hearty welcome, and asked him all about every thing and every body in town. This was just what Bill wanted. ^ So after answering all inquiries, he takes the miniature out of his pocket, and handing it to his uncle, asked how he liked it—telling him that a particular friend lent it to him. The old gentleman was in an ccstacy of delight, and declared he would give the world to sec a woman as handsome as that, and that Bill might have her.’ «Ha!’ shouted the Colonel. The old chap was well come up with* The best joke I ever heard of—but was she really so beau tiful T * The most angelic creature! ever saw,’ said Henry. ‘ But you can judge for your self. He lent me the picture, and knowing your taste that way, I brought it for you to look at.’ Here Henry took it out of his pock et and banded it to his uncle, at the 6ame .time refilling his glass. «Do tell,* said Aunt Patty—getting out of her chair to look at the picture. «Well now, if that aint a beauty !* * You may well say that, sister/ «aid the Colonel. ‘Shoot me if I don’t wish I had been in Bill’s place. Deuce take it,, didn’t you get the girl yourselft Henry ? Tho meet beautiful creature I ev«e laid my eyes z on! I,d give a thousand dollars for such' a niece.’ " 1 ‘Would you?* said Henry, patting iho dog. ‘Yes, that I would/ said the Colonel, and nine thousand more upon the top of it, and that makes ten thousand shoot me, if I wouldn’t!’ and the Colonel wiped his eyes* * Do tell/ said Aunt Patty. * Then I’ll introduce her to row/ said Henry. And so he did; and in duo time they were married. you to-mor- pinch [From the Portland Daily Advertiser and Patriot ] DINNER TO MAJ. JACK DOWNING. Extract ofa letter from down East. It affords me much pleasure to be able to send the first account of the civic honors con. ferred on this illustrious chieftain, who has been so instrumental in bringing to a glorious and bloodless termination the war of the straddlebugs. >. t. On the arrival of Major Downing at tho bar rier of slabs and upturned roots which forms the eastern line of Hurrysukit, and is now the suburbs of Downingsviilb, he was met by a Committee, the Chairman of which, Squire Grant, addressed the Major as follows : “ Major Downing ! Penetrated with the profoundest feelings of respect and gratitude, your fellow citizens of DowningsviUe, and the region round about, have directed us to meet you at the threshold of your native city, reu» dered illustrious by your deeds of arms, and in their came to welcome and congratulate you on your safe return, after the perils, fa tigues and huir-breadth escapes encountered by you alone, and single-handed, in meeting the whole chivalry of South Carolina, with Brigadier H milton at their head—sustaining the honor of knighthood unsullied; compell- ing the enemy to retreat beyond the reach of his own vo co out-brag ;i..g him at alt points, and finally causug him to lick the <fo 3t and cry pecavi ! thus showing all Europe, Asia, and a pretty considerable part of Africa, how much can be done by one man when he is in earnest ! Wc therefore invite you, in the name of your fellow citizens in general, and your military co-patriots in particular, to par take of a public dinner « now being cook’d,” and in all probability (unless the devil is in he pot) will be ready in two hours from this time.” To which Major Downing was pleased to make the following laconic and characteristic reply : “ Gentlemen ! No more palaver, hut let us prepare for action—some bitters—and while the punch is brewing I will take a julep and then to dinner with what appetite' we may.” At one o’clock the company sat down to a sumptuous repast prepared in Capt. Zebulon Tripe’s best style. After the cowcumbers were removed the President, Gen. Flash-in- the-pan, rose and addressed the company in substance as follows—-Fellow soldiers and fel low citizens : citizen soldiers and soldier citi zens ! one and all please to fill the bumper to the man that’s filled the gallon pot of his country’s glory, and is ready to do it again and again, if so be his country’s glory should again be dry : are you all filled ? “ I rather guess not!” said Lieutenant Spare Ribs, who like somebody of old, grew hungry on what he fed on. The President, not hearing or not heeding the Lieutenant’s reply—“Our guest—if Trajan found a Pliny, Major Dow ning shall not lack an historian nor Brigadier Hamilton a bellows blower.” 9 cheers—music, “ The Campbeiis are coming.” Major Downing arose amidst a thunder of applause and with that peculiar winning, mod- dest, retiring manner and subdued tor e. said: Mr. President and gentlemen! Little did I expect, when I' left my native hills, to nest the wishes and the expectations of the hero of three wars, ( since the war of nullification' is ended) little did I think that in one short campaign of six months such a change would be wrought in the destinies of the world ! When I left you, all was dark and dismal despondenej'. The tariff, that terrible mon ster, was abroad like a roaring lion, seeking whom he might devour—all was going 10 wreck and ruin. The sun never rose till noon-day, the moon hid her pale face behind a nullification cloud, which grew thicker and thicker and thicker, until my arrival at Wash- ington, when on the 10th of December, anno domini 1832, Andrew Jackson and myself is sued a proclamation which dispersed the cloud and produced (if I might be allowed to say) a day of political penticost. When Parlhiansand Medes, Elamites and dwellers in Massachu setts, were all amazed, saying one to anoth er « what is this we hear ? our own tongno wherein ve were bom !” A truce was soun- ded by squire Calhoun, and a nine years ar mistice agreed to by and betwen the keeper oi the nullies and the keeper of the tariff, by which it is agreed that the tariff is to go at large, having one inch of bis tail cut off every year for three years, and then the whole to be clipped close to the rump, provided they can hold him to perform the operation. Thus you see, fellow citizens, how all your difficul ties are setled to the satisfaction of every body, and the tariff is now as tame and harmless as a puss cat—even before one inch of hit- tag is curtailed.” The Major concluded his very animating remarks by proposing most magnanimously —the health of / ' Gov. General Hayne, Brigadier Gov. Hamilton, and “EnsignFrost!” ;f ' ' V V >" Ay I H -l- . ■- --t- awoKsoe