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1I'lsdom, Justice, Moderation VOL. I. ALBANY, BAKER COUNTY, GEORGIA, JULY 30,1845. v= < NO. 16. THE PATRIOT, !S rvr.usiiED Evir.T Wednesday hornier, by NELSON TIFT 4 SETH N. B0U6HT0N, Editors and Proprietors. emit to came a general rush from bed of all in tlie quently exhibited towards his more humble cotem-, as eber Hw vaa. TERMS. T\V0 Dollar* per annum, if paid in advance, or Tbtf( . Dollars at the end of the year. Advertisements not exceeding twelve lines, will te inserted at One Dollar for the first insertion, and r tv c"nts for each continuance. Advertisements '|,.vine the number of insertions specified, will he published until forbid. tinlcs of land and Xcgrocs by Executors, Adminis- .ntuus and Guardians, arc required by law to he "iveitucd in a public gazette, sixty days previous to Ivy of sale. q>o sales of Personal Property mnst be advertised like manner forty days. X.aire to Debtors and Crcilitors of an estate must 'published forty days. Notice that appLic It was about three o’clock in the morning, when , Dutchman would undoubtedly feel the force of the; heer Title,’ I say to'mineself, ‘it feh pull for pull.’ half so tortuous 7 It Is like going to the devil on the sharp peal of the bell rose shove the stillness of ridicule and contemptuous grin, or patronizing nod; And vet) I say dat, to pell gives von jump and kicks corkscrew! The rest to-morrow, the night. But a few moments ringing were suffi- .-which he in his aristocratic lordliness had too frc-j to title right dber; and now. she can ring ash well UxNooby.. tavern, some crying “fire," and some cursing the porarie*. Now indeed the very urchin wonldbej “ This, gentlemen,” said Major Liston, “ is .bout sercw^toire Ul-^d. .^Lrt fat dutohman for giving them breakfast at so early whispering of ids private matters, and the milk-maid all that I recollect of Mynheer Strieker and his more. Hero is a devious and somewhat dangerous an hour. Scarcely was all quiet again before the tattle to the boot-black that Mynheer Strieker will. Tavern Bell. A long life to tlio old codger!” as foot ‘P ath > leading over a sloping ledgo and under tho old tavern bell commenced its unruly merriment, have to decamp before long, for not only is his meal' he filled Ms glass about the sixth rims with Q jj I ,rec ‘P' c ®> *° ***e h»*oof the Ml known aa the but this time only a portion of the boarders got u P ,, getting low, but his cows are suddenly going dry. j cog uisc. | ind Hj' swearing vengrancc against bells and taverns. Not These and other thoughts were a source of chagrin, [ „ Bnt Major> „ IlllVod of « liavo threaten to crush you, as onedid a physician not so with old Mynheer Strieker, however, who passed j and agitated the Dutchman in no trifling degree;, ncglect;0ll to teU m . ' UiQ refu ^ to * long since. Hole we meet at the outset a semi-sty- e.— i *- *•- L — —’—’ ’ ** *—■—n--* ... —- * ' “ lish looking fellow in a long brown linen Moure and white hat; wearing too a goatee.' Ho is accompanied bya rather pretty girl in very common delaine. I* it possible that this is tlio imperial-looking lady whom from the bar-room to the passage above, examining j the clenched fists and rapid puffing of the mercchaum , ^ rang y<)u „ urE , y wouW>m bavc ^ the rope and muttering incantations to scare away evinced no ordinary excitement about the hitherto i h 0 b_Min . „ ^ tn tom IiAa fiat SMB MUM to iu«11 M UssbaoIb 1.0 A Maoism lanJIoaJ r nl.« ...aa ao.l. ■ 7-1— a I. a#. ■“ "T*y>” “id he, “ it probably would not be pru- ppiiration will be made to the Conrt jdiinry for leave to sell Land and Negroes, must j.i.llbhol weekly for four months. Monthly Advertisements, One Dollar per square ; enrh insertion. jrJ'A’I I otters on business must bo post paid. ©isnoEsyikHio THE TAVERN BELL, Cr, Scene* in the Old Country. Oao, two, three—four by cards and three honara! r.itcloses the nib. Waiter! bring us up some ■ t j j vneh—do you hear 7 None of your milk and niter sort, Ant such as gentlemen drink!” "Yes sa. You pussieve I always make ’um dat nr, because I perfess to be someting ob a gemman myself. You sec massa, I goes upon my old fundi- tvntal principle of‘circumstance to cases and ob- nation to consequence.’ And when I sco’a a •mm.in I knows him right away, and I mixes his |uor to suit a gemman’s taste.” “ Well, Sambo, that will do for the present, pro- iilcd yon hand up the punch—for wo are all anxious to drink to 1 Capt. Brave’ and tho Tavern Bell.” Ah, massa, I complicates dat you’re do berry gemman dat sarve de poor uld bell dat way, and al ways horn say dat massn Major fool ebery body dat mrmobabto night—lie! he! Y’ou cunnin’ buckra lo' true. This conversation was carried on between my worthy friend, Maj. Liston and the negro bar-keopor of the tavern in the village of S This darkey was something of a curiosity, having a great deal of tire mitre about him, and a continual desire to display Ins “grammundary,” or “high lamin’,” which he had picked up from waiting upon travelling gen tiemen ami members of tho bar (?) who gave him frequent opportunities to gratify his propensity for pb. Sambo's self-esteem was also manifested by die great importance which he attached to his nie came of Capt. Brave, which had probably been given him by some of his legal friends. It was “ court week” in the village of S ■ when a [arty of four of us were seated around a whist tabic to pass away the evening, which bad become unusually dull. “And now Major,” cried one of the number, os Capt. Brave” returned with the ice punch, “ give u« some good talc—I have no doubt there is some thing agreeable between yon and tho * Captain,’ and is high time the curtain should be raised, ao give the story of the * Tavern BclL’ ” “ 'Veil, gentlemen, if yon insist npon it,” .making Us lips as he sipped from his glass,“I will give you a brief history of an adventure in this very hotel! in which the “Capt.” over the way there figured little along with Strieker, his employer, the former landlord and proprietor who retired in disgust from a cause which I will proceed to relate. “ Just after my admission to the bar, I concluded that ns a matter of course, it became necessary that I should exhibited myself to the people as one deser ving their patronage. Accordingly, I sallied forth to attend the several courts of the circuit, but from having nothing to do professionally, my timo hung wearily npon my hands unless engaged in some wild amusement. One evening as I rode np to this renowned village, my eyo rested upon tho tavern lull, which was perched very conspicuously above the roof, as if inviting attention and remark. The tavern was crowded with all sorts of people, and to my no little chagrin, I was domiciled among a parcel of men entire strangers to me, and, by the way, rattier hard to please—for notwithstanding my to tam tifle vat vas ring to pell.” Scarcely bod Mynheer reached the bar again before the enchant ed bell commenced its awful peals. Many of the boarders who wore up were rare spirits, who appre ciated fun at all seasons, and took pleasure in con vincing Mynheer that his bell was really enchanted. At length when day dawned, the ringing ceased, for the evil spirits scamper away to hide themselves from the light—■“ their deeds being evil, they prefer darkness rather than light.” The breakfast had been prepared and served up on the table—viands smoking hot exlialed their delirious fragrance througliout tlio house. Mynheer Strieker was a very systematic'mon, and every thing must be done a punctilio, as had been previously arranged.— Therefore it became necessary that the tavern bell should he rung to summon his guests to tho enter tainment. Capt. Brave knew his business too well neglect it at the precise hour, and accordingly pulled away lustily for some moments, while the rope moved up nnd down ns usual, but no sound was heard—the Tatem Bell teas dumb ! it had lost its tongue or wouldn't speak. The suggestion was inado by some wag near to the bar, that in all proba bility the Devil had taken control of it aa a preclude to seizing its owner. “ Mine Got! vat shall I too 7” exclaimed the unhappy Dutchman. “ Dat pell I pring from Tutrhland, and sic a pell nopody ever see! so peutiful! so peutiful!! Te Tifle, to title! oh, mine Got! kill te Tifle venyou see ’um!” I carao pretty near suffocating with supprosed laughter, as I beheld through a crivicc the fat old landlord, ns ho quietly took post at tlio front door, with his hands thrust deep into bis breeches pockets, frown upon his brow, and a sort of a look out of his left cyq, as much ns to say, “ tlicre now, Mr. Tifle 1 you can’t hold out much longer—for mine Got in llebcn vill plow your prains out mit his duuder and blitzen fust blace he meet you.” Nothing that could bo said to the aflicted host— no persuasion could induce him to take his accus tomed meal, or serve it to his boarders; because, forsooth, tho bell coubTnt or would"nt ring! The tittering of tho bystanders tended not a little to in crease the old Dutchman’s discomfiture, while at the same timo CapL Brave's importance was sensibly enhanced os he now occupied, as if by the right of succession, tho exalted and honorable station, of chief host, in addition to tho dignified position of bar-keeper to the Tavern. “ Gemman’s,” said the Captain, “ you will please respire to the breakfast room, whar you will uncub- ber ’lightful dishes ob hot buiscuits right from de oben—brile bam and frimmuzzeed eggs. Notabcnc: Berry excellent bittles to suit every gemman’s taste and comprensions.' Having delivered this “ general invitation to aU boarders of the tavern,” or, as might bo more prop erty termed, “ a discourse upon eatables, done up in Capt. Brave's own style," we forthwith took np our line of march for that very necessary appurtenance to a tavern, the eating room. Now it seems that tho Captain had felt it to be his imperative duty to make a few “brirf remarks" in the absence of the bell; or rather while her functional derangement continued. I say that Capt. Brave felt it Lis duty to fill up the blank which had been created by the failure on the part of the old Tavern Bell, inasmuch as such a casuality had never occurred before. In deed it was an indignity that the Tavern had never before been subjected to since its establishment, that a meal should approach without first warning the hoarders snd villagers—that Mynheer Strieker was about to aider up the best collation that the village of S had ever boon honored with, or in fact would ever be, unless again served up by the identi cal Mynheer. But now that the poor old bell was silent, either from enchantment or downright fatigue, passive landlord. There was certainly a heavy storm brewing that must burst its fury upon some object within reach, unless chased away by the friendly breath of consolation. But while Mynheer Strieker was heaping togeth er his wrath against Satan and evil spirits, his boarders were all very busily engaged in playing havoc with his eatibics; for in consequence of there hiving been a delay of some thirty minutes in the breakfast hour, we all of course had appetites un usually keen, as the scantiness of the table soon testified—tor we had cat up every thing we could lay forks upon, not excepting the very last biscuit Of course Capt Brave, who had been all politeness before breakfast, had considerably abated in bis ar dour to please, and urgent appeals to “ cat nuff mas sa—you pay for ’em, ob scource you oughtcr take your half dollar worth.” But nothing of the kind was now heard. O, no. There stood the Captain with eyes stretched, and mouth extended wide, as biscuit alter biscuit, roll after roll passed away with the most inconceivable dexterity, and tho long tabic which had before groaned beneath the load of eata bles, now felt astonishingly relieved of the great op pression to which it had been previously subjected. Mynheer Strieker no doubt felt uneasy himself; dent for me to know a great deal about tlio matter. It was supposed, however, that tho ropo w as very carefully tied to one of tho rollers of an old rocking chair, which I have no doubt was the real cause of the hinderance.” “ And what became of poor old Strieker?” “ Why, the mischevious fellows quizzed tho old fellow a great deal,-until he was forced to tlio con clusion, that “ to tifle had got into the village after quitting his bell.” • So he decamped, and is now- doing far better in one of onr western towns than he could possibly have done here under tlio most favorable circumstances. So huzza boys for tho fat old Dutchman! From the Correspondence if the N. O. Picayune. Cataract House, Niagara Falls, ) June -28, 1«45. S Well then, here we are at lx-wit town. Now spring into those rusty looking horse cars. Hungry, hey! We’ll breakfast at tlie Cataract house an hour hence. The ears move slowly on. Never mind, it' a fine country through which we are passing. See! we go over gorges and ravines, by mount and stream let 1 Ieic’s scenery for you; Did you over fcas; your eye on fatter fields of grain 7 What a bcauti- for although we had eat up every tiling we could j f u l morning. What! have yon turned your optics discover upon the table, our scats were nevertheless into glno factories 7 exclaims tlio rising sun. Tip retained, as if still our hunger was unappeased; or: °* > * tho wink, and ask him why tho deuce ho is , . , . , , , , 1 drying uptlic ground so unconsionably. What trees! perhaps we lingered around a board where we had J t J mc arour>d thc cart t£ , lcart . You so repeatedly regaled our senses with “.smoking grumble—you arc hungry—anil in tlio language of viands and colfee hot” with thc same sort of feeling the poet, , • which we entertain for a much loved spot, cherished more on account of its association with some dear and absent friend, or tho power which it may pos sess of awaking up fond memories of thc past, than from any intrinsic worth which it possesses. I have said there could bo no reasonable doubt that mynheer Strieker felt uneasy; but I would not hare it supposed for a moment that onr landlord was at all dissatisfied, when he peeped into thc largo hall door and discovered his hngc dishes “ forsaken and sad,” simply because they were empty, and there was no method of replenishing the exhausted reccir- By no means; for Mynheer Strieker still claimed, 1 have no kind of doubt, an abundance of meal, flour, hams, poultry and eggs. It was not the paucity of provisions that caused thc fat old Dutch man to give a groan of deep anguish as be. looked for a moment in evident consternation npon the empty plates or bis boarders. But I imagine Myn heer Strieker’s thoughts were in quite a different “ Tlio beauties of nature you’d exchango for a later.’’ llore the gnping liorsos are cxehnngcd for a little panting locomotive, and phi11 phit t wo are ofTlikc smoke. We arc almost thoro—don’t you hear the cataract afar off? It is like tho murmur of a migh ty multitude. Tho heart beats quicker. Yomlii you get a distant and imperfect view of ihe Fails.— Butdon't look—wait for a a.tif fail. That’s Peter B. Porter’s house—an elegant mansion, is if not t Thc cars hold up, and tlie little locomotive is quite blown. Jump out. “Baggage freo to Catnracl House!” “IIo, for the Temperance Hotel!” “Tin Exchango is the crackedcst house in tho place, gen’l’men!” cry forty porters, each aiming his head at your mouth. Don't mind -, brush them uaido to if they were so many musquitoos. Indians surround yon with bead work. What lots of curiosity shops! Como into the Cataract house—a handsome hot* I and thc best in the place. Chalk for a room. Drinl. a bottle of Congress water. Breakfast is ready—no great shakes. Scrub, shave and shirt. Now, to sally, forth before ttie sun grow s arrogant and looks down on us. Here’s Capt. S. of the Oswego Canal finer fellow never trod in square-toed shoes.— channel than the more malicious of mankind would i« How £y„ ^ Capt Bm r li0ts of confrmt ul ; .- probably suppose. Now, indeed, thought our land-1 trails. Stay, he has ladies with hint—one tall, lord, every one in the village and all tlie tavern fresh and rosy, with eyes like the dear sky, tho oth- repeated efforts to keep up a conversation daring the night, the surly old bears grunted and grpwlod aa! and had ceased to ring forth her mellodious notes, keepers will most certainly say, “Well, there is something wrong over the way; for Mynheer Strieker could’nt give his boarders their accustomed meal; he uaulfnt ring his bell so that his boarders might not see bis poverty.” This was pride in Mynheer Strieker, and of course should be condemn ed, as there was no dishonor that could be attached to conduct unavoidable from the nature ofthe circum stances. But our landlord was inconsolable; for when the full force of his position flashed upon him, his degradation would seem to him inevitable. “Te Tifle hash not only got in te pell,but I dinks Shatan hash got in te pcllies of all my poarders.” Rushing from the room with a sort of phrenzied determination, Mynheer Strieker seized the bell rope with both hands, and giving a desperate pull—lo! thc identical bell that had proven so rcfractoiy hitherto, now rang .forth its dear, shrill tones as at old. Of course Mynheer Strieker was almost crazy with joy, and would have rushed into the breakfast room to convey the intelligence to his boarders; but st the first pesl of the old bell, every man of us had leaped from his seat to'congratulate the old Dutch man upon the very happy deliverance ban the “durance vile” under which his favorite had been they rolled over is their beds, and not nnfrequcntly gave some pretty hroad hints, sttcb as “ qtmnelous,” “ you had better go to sleep,” See. Well, thought I to myself, FH tty you a little further before man- tog dawns, and if I can sleep you are welcome. (rendered always doubly so from the occasion,) joy «*“*** cachsatmeat^ other mure which vras sufficient St least to deprive her of speech. “How was it,” cried a dozen voices, “bow was it Mynheer, that you got your bell to ring again?— Come, give us the news, Strieker. We supposed was gone from the heart of Mynheer Strieker, and his home was suddenly left desolate. Though every thing around looked as pleasantly as before, ■ and there could bo no evidence of grief discemable, As soon as every thing became quiet, and the old' yet there was a void in Mynheer Strieker’s heart. the Devil bad run away with die clapper.” c odgen began to pnore cleverly, I cautiously slipped, that all the tobacco of America could not fin. “VeB,let me teU you apout it. Yon see I came oat of the room, and stealing into the pamage,I “ Ah, what would die people of the grillage and; in to par-room, and I sees te pell rope hangin down groped my way along until I reached the bell-rope,' adjacent country who made Ida bell a guide—a so temptin—I say Lo mineadf, ‘If mine Lort vill let which nasaod riirnnirii the floor, and was finallv con-' sovereign controller in their eating operations—and me, I vill ring dia pell in spite of te Tifle.’ So I which passod through tho floor, and was finally coo- j sovereign controller in their eating operations—snd me, I viU ring dis peH in spite docted to tbs bar-room below. Now,it was fort*-! what wUl the other tavern keepers say of Mynheer takes a stiff drink o* prandy and prays to Hcben for nate for my explaita that contiguous to tho bell-ropb Strieker’s tavern now? 1 Why, forsooth, the report strength to pah dc rope, and den I takes anoder w»a a very oomuaient closet which bnttoood on tbo would soon be spread far attf near that’MyiiheeFs driak o’piandy and prays again. So ven I got *—=a- and hers I oonld conceal mTseU ftomdeteo-iftinds Mid got Tory low, and that he had nbt the troo de second time; I takes de rope mit both Inuida ' "I--:: ' | w&revritinl to teak* • out teeaklast. ^Ihen'the.andpollsdbwntmiallmy might. ‘ And now Myn- er a little brunette, with optics like tlio sloes, (not yet so slow either J and tbe glance of a daughter el Brandt. He invites us to join the porty. “Than! you, captain, we could’nt have a better pilot.” Wi turn to the left from our hotel. “ Halloa! tlicrc’i an Indian aiming an arrow at yon from that stole It is only an effigy admirably done. Fire sway, old copper-slun! The store is denominated “ Thu Ohi Curiosity Shop,” and is full of Indian quiddities.— What embroidery so beautiful as this bead work 7— Look at this piece of mechanism at the back of the shop. It represents the falls, the passage ofthe eats, die., and is kept in perpetual motion hy a wa ter wheel underneath. Now emerge. On tlie op posite side of tbe way you catch tho unflinching eye of a large sure-enough gray eagle. How majestic he looks! He’s an old stager on that perch of his. Now we comb to the bridge conducting to Goat Is land across the rapids. This bridge' was erected with great trouble by Peter B. Patter, and he asserts that it is possible to build one over tho rapids - near the Horse-shoe. Look how tho waters come hurry ing along like an angry host in hot pursuit! Don’t stop to moralize about life, and eternity, and all that All tho preaching in the world couldn't stop or turn thc smallest of these waves. Leaving the bridge,your progress is arrested by gate, over which is an Inscription representing tlie expediency of leaving twenty-five cents at the toll house and trinket shop an the led. We go in, pay this charge, register our autographs, and are inform ed that we are entitled to sdrnissisn for thc.scason. AUons! These are warm and plunging baths.— Here are woods for you. now cool and Inviting' Yonder sign indicates the path to the * Hog’s Back.’ Giving the refreshment shop a cold left shoulder, wc pass to the Hog’s Back. This is the American side, but I recognize no part of tins swine as like any thing I ever saw before. Suspect it’s area-bog, and of a breed that can’t beersasd.- Hingontotbis little branch and swing ever tbe chasm; it Will giro yon a chance to twig the trepidation of the ladies.— Whew! Dixon IL Lewi* looks np forger down there we saw dressed so finely at tho breakCut table 7 Tho same. Stay! thc coxccmb accosts us. He has turn ed back and wants us to do the same. “ Twon’t, pay gentlemen, ’twon’t pay! I assuer you it won’t com:- pensate!” We will see for ourselves. Tho ladies follow close with tho captain. What an awful height above! and below it looks kind o’saucy.— Here’s a combination of “ grand effects,” any one of which would be thc making of the stage manager. Now we arc saluted with a shower of spray. Let it (all upon your face. How refreshing! What a place for taking the starch out of linen! My dicker lias fallen into a decline. Our companions bavo turned back laughing at us. What a beautiful rainbow! It is the triumphal arch of tbe Naiads of Niagara. And why not 7 Thc spirits of the waters have in this cataract wrought a work that bean tfc*» I'.iim nuin me Hpinu* ot life earth, and leaping' ana dancing and flinging their white locks in thc air—tho Calibans of the sea roaring tho while with the hoar sest laughter—they hurry forward, a multitudinous never-ending throng, to sco tlie prize awarded to their queen. So much for thc inspiration of a bottle of the “ real Congress!” We return—re-treading the cork-screw stairs in tho wooden tower. There is a giggle among the ladies os they glanco out of one of thc windows. We can look, too; for this in a free country. Halloa! The gentleman in tho blouse and his fair dame, or damsel, all unsuspicious of unhallowed gaze, are billing and cooing down, down below, behind the rock. Her arm is about hie nock, nnd—(stop thy roar, O, thou non-paying Nia gara !)—and hear the kisses! How marantic t Now repair we to tlio stone tower, and the rock overhanging tho Horse-Shoe Fall. We are cover ed with the spray—wo exhaust every note of ad miration—we look daggers at a milliner from New. York who compares tlio foaming fall to one of her own flounces. Now, homo again, for it is almost dinner time. .O, that wo could be hero always! But don’t grumble. A contented mind is a continu al mutton-chpp. Dine at tho Cataract House—four hundred legs under tho mahogany—company of black waiters in white jackets perform such evolutions under the command of their chief, capt. Johnson, as reduce tho profession of tender te a science. Dinner not very stringet—desert rather more so. Now,ho! for tho Canada side. Pay six-]«nce, and descend this man’s stairs to tliu water’s—there are shout five millions of them. “ Row, brothers, row, tho stream runs fast.” We are on tlio othor side, and beset by a do zen fellows anxious tq give us a ride. Go to tho Clifton Hotel, a magnificent situation, overlooking the larger Fall, and kept by friend Griffin, with whom e drink a little iced champaign—then sally forth ■gain to look at thc battle-field of Lundy’s liuc.— I lore’s a tower overlooking tho field, and here an old man to teU tlie monotonous story over again. Away gain for tlio Burning Spring—we pay the man a shilling apiece, and he lights tho gaseous spring. What a woapon this was onco perhaps, in tbe hands of some Indian wizard! Wc return to the Falls.— Here’s where the young lady felL Let’s go into this museum of nativo curiosities. This is worth tlie quarter that wo pay for admission. On the oth er side of the lane is a splendid camera obscura, by which all tbe sublimity surrounding ns, together with the cabs snd omnibuses, are reflected on a cot ton sheet about twelve feet in diameter. Now de scend those endless stairs, and we shall reach tho base of the falling sheet. Here wc are. How our hearts palpitate before this awful work of tbe Om nipotent! How insignificant we feel!—how wo shrink within ourselves! An hour here,spent in silent admiration, and wears on thawing again. We etoss to the American side, and ride about threo miles to the Whirlpool. This is a great suck, but compensates. The river here is so rife with coun ter currents that it swells in the middle like a bog’s back, snd looks as if it were pregnant with a largo litter of small streams. Finally return we to our hotel, and wo shah be in time for tbe can to Lewiston. DxNoosr. inside, *iou. Death ix this City fxo* a Stxozz or thx Suy. Two persons employed on tbe improvement of Penn sylvania Avenue died this afternoon from drinking too freely of cold water while their systems were over-excited by laboring under the scorching rays of the sun. Dennis Sullivan, aged about twenty-five, a nativo of Castle Island, county Kerry, Ireland, was wined with apoplexy, produced by a sun dnke, at 4 p. m., and died in two hours. Michael Hone, a native of Ireland, sgod about 60. became fll from the same cause at 10, a. nu, yester day, whilo at work, and died at 4, p. m. Both wero temperate and worthy.—Washington Union. Great caution is reqoired in regard to exposure to the sun in weather like the present. Deaths era daily occurring from strokes of the son. It i> re commended, is aa evening paper, as a means of re covery to those suddenly overcome by the boat, that thin gbss bottles of cold water should be placed npon _ the bead.:. One is held transversely on the crown of than Gen. Tom Thumb. It boats the Polka at ma-! the bead, by which meahsthe rays ofthe sun are king one dizzy. If “constant will wear away drawn from the, system to the witter, which won be stow,” how long will it take eueba fen of water as comes jury weravand is laid away, andanothcr, this to driila tunnel through to CMnut • Thera’s* land still another similarly applied, till all the ‘ fije* question in arithmetic for you 1.. Ncqv for ” Biddle’s is drawn out and the yatistd resttwfl*' Us colder Stairs!” Wasthe great bankpremdent’seourae the water the bc^er.—Jbvr. of Com.