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NUMBER 37.
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a the i
iglitv cloud.
i dreadful Airoud—
rtd.’c and adore—
Udffbf dmiJ from wEch hi* eye lids frowned,
t a. his, and great
flash pole to
" The moment this event took place, Gen.
Jessup, Mr. Clay’s friend, called out that lie
would instantly leave the ground with bis
friend, if that occured again. Mr. Clay
once exclaimed it was an accident, and begg
ed that tlie geaileman might be allowed to go
on. On the word being given, Mr. Clay fired
i without effect, Mr. Randolph discharging b"
lie stood there alot
lie ticking type,
night-watch tun
1 the solemn sou
Dreamiug on Wedding Cake.
A bachelor editor out west, who bad n
ived from the fair hand of a bride a pie<
.rrors freote and ch.-tia ll.s troruWmg soul
Id turn Ids mighty si*ft* of fire,
a and rocks are rout befc-e Id* Ire! . *£ ' -
look-*, c;.nh tr. i.-.I.U- . .md r.!d ..-•an weeps—
at islamh bidmtlicm-iclves beneath her deeps.
d -inking, hides liiiuself in deep djemsy,
him! tho rwwipg rmrtb-wiods Jy—
Lug liail-ptones-wliFdidvtt**' SUrtltio—-
,, . i'....
i iceburg" rrssh like thigh tv battli' fields.
oinent that Mr. Clay
i saw that Mr. Randolph had thrown away his
fire, with a gush of sensibility, he instantly
1 approached Mi. Randolph, and said, with an
emotion I can never forget,-
! my dear
-\f ,e£
’oVHnXd
of elegant wedding cake to dream on, thus
gives the result of nis experience: We put
it under the head of our pillow, shut our eyes
sweetly us an infant, and, blessed with an
•red prodigiously.
Park Benjamin thu* gracefully thanks the “ Vng-
n,” for the pleasure she gave him one evening, at
Trippler Hall. It is one of the sweetest things yet elic
ited from our native poets by the surpassing charms
>f the noble Swede.—Savannah Republican.
sr,;'
liter still worked at his
riy he gathered his mighty Lost.
[a^ghtllic eagle on her wings fo war,
Imbkln and the fendwred tube
Bnrictt her iagg" trfliurrow in tlie groui
ight Plei
cigb and *<
n the battle sound 1
r train to fly,
r, each succeeding year!
i God, that mighty God wlmfolet abovt
vith his col'ler
ouchcd
has occurred, I would not have
for a thousand worlds.’ ”
The close of this pass-age in
career, makes too complete a p
omitted. Returning from his
Minister to Russia, broken
harmed you | Kordreumdhe Itott'at
Randolph’s
icturc to be
mission as
health, sick i
That would brii
easy conscience, soon snored prodigto
Thu god of dreams gently touched us,
j lo ! in fancy we were married! Never v
! a little editor so happy. It was “my lovi
| '■ ilcarest,” “ sweetest,” ringing ill our e
[every moment. Oh! that the dream 1
i been broken off here. But no, some c
J genius put it into the head of our ducky to
1 have pudding for dinner, just to pies
J I lord. In a hungry dream we sat down to din-
Well, tlie pudding moment arrived,
e is love
Mil •:
N. A
Itnndolpli and Clay:
' INCIDENTS OF A DUEL.
We select from the biography of John
Randolph, by Hugh A. Garland, the follow-
:ounti of a duel between rhe*o two:
Notwithstanding' tho nbiurdity of- tlte
eOdo< of ".honor? as it " lidlCTllmisjy
leart—at death’s door—ho went into the Sen
ate Chamlier, and took his seat in the rear
of Mr. Clay. That gentleman happened at
that time to he on his feet addressing the Sen
ate. “Raise, me up,” said Randolph, “I
want to hear that voice again.” When Mr.
Clay had concluded his remarks, which were
very few, ho turned round to see from what
quarter that singular voice proceeded. See
ing Mr. Randolph, and that he was in a dy
ing condition, he left his place and went to
S|»cak to him ; as he approached, Mr. Ran
dolph said to the gentleman with him, “Raise
me. up.” As Mr. Clay offered his hand, li
‘leeping, whom lately had bound
On the
,»d there lay the
’ the truth of that midnight spell
And restless, the pillow was pressing.
For he felt through die sl.adowy mist of 1
His loftiest hopes now possessing;
Yet the printer worked on, ’mid silcr
And dug for ambition iU lowliest to
termed, ibo following account shows
innate nobleness of diameter that' will be ap
preciated by.all good and gfentirien:
“The niglit before :1m duel,” says Gen.
James Hamilton, of South Carolina, “ Mr.
Randolph sent for me. I found him calm,
but in a singularly kind and confident mood.
Ho told mo that lie had something on liis
mind to tell me. He then remarked, ‘Ham
ilton, 1 have determined to receive, without
returning. Clay’s fire; nothing shall induce
roc to harm a hair of his head; I will not
make his wife a widow or his children or
phans. Their tears would ho shed over his
grave; but when tho sod of Virginia rests
on my liosotn, there is not in this, wide world
one individual to pay this tribute upon mine.”
His eyes filled, and. resting his head upon
his hand, we remained some moments silent.
I replied, • My dear friend (for ours was a
sort of posthumous friendship, bequeathed
-by o«r mothers.) I deeply regret that you
hive month 111 c<l this subject to me; for you
>eall frpoti me to go to the field and to see
ydwshof dmvn, or to assume the responsibili
ty, in* regard to your own life, in sustaining
your, determination to throw it away. But
mid, ‘‘.Mr. Randolph, I hope yon are better,
eir,”\ “ Nor air,” replied Randolph, “Io
a dying man, and I come here expressly
Jiavothhjinterview with you.
They grasped hands and parted, never
ttfect i
Spelling at School— A Rich Scene.
Master Memorus Word well was the best
speller in school, and what is more, knew it
and prided himself greatly on his accom
plishment.
It happened one day' that tho “ cut and
iplit ” fur tho fire fell short, and Jonas Patch
-vas out wielding tho axe in school time. He
had been at work about half an hour, when
Memotus, who was perceived to have less to
do than the rest, was sent out to take his
place. He w&s about ten years old, ami four
younger than Jonas. “ Memorus, you
may go out and spell Jonas.” Our hero did
iubjoct, a man’s own conscience
n bosom arc tho best monitors. I will
vise, but under tlie enormous and un
provoked personal insult yon have offered
Mr, Clay, I cannot dissuade. I feel bound,
however, to comniuuicate to Colonel Tattnall
your decision,’ Ho begged me not to do so,
irtwl •he-ryras very much afraid that
/Tattnall 'would- take the studs and refuse to
go out with-him.’' 1, however, sought Col.
Tattnall, nwd we repaired about midnight to
Mr. Randolph’s lodging, whom wo found
ilitig Milton’s great poem. For
‘ ,!J * - * permit us r- —
nients Jw did
in relation to the approaching duel; and be
at onco commenced one of those delightful
criticisms ou a passage of this poet in which
lie was wont so enthusiastically lo indulge.
After n pause. Colonel Tattnall remarked,
4 Mr. Randolph, I am told you have deter
mined not to return Mr. Clay’s fire; I mus
say to you, my dear sir, if l am only to go
out to see you shot down, you must find
some other friend.' Mr. Randolph
ed that such
i his determination. After
much conversation on the subject, I induced
Colonel Tattnall to allow Mr. Randolph to
tako bis own course, as his withdrawal, aa
one of his friends, might lead to very injuri
ous misconstructions. At last, Mr. Randolph,
smiling, said, •Well?'Tattnall, I promise you
one thing, if I see tho devil in Clay’s ej
and that with malice prepense he means
take my life, I may change my mind.’
remark I knew he made merely to pro
pitiate the anxieties of his friend, Mr. Tatt
nall.
not think of the Y
master used tlie
:hed hi
is used with refer
• Hnv’i
spellin
:old back
to himself.
Q ntitig him a
ride extraordinary on his favorite hobby.—
So he put his spelling hook under his arm,
sras out at the woodpile with the speed
boy rushing lo play. “Ye got ycr
ipclliu lesson, Jonas ?” was his first saluta-
-" '• lookced
ncan to cut up this plaguy great
or no spellin. before I go '
nau as neve keep warm here cboppi
as freeze up there in that tamaT
seat.” “Well, the master sent me ot
hear you spell.” “ Did he ? well, put oui
words, and I’ll spell.” Memorus beiti^
distinguished a speller, Jonas did not doubt
but that ho was really sent out on this errand.
So our deputy spelling master mounted tho
top of the wood pile just in front of Jonas
put out words to .his temporary pupil, who
still kept on cutting out chips. “Do y«
know where the lesson begins, Jonas?” “No,
1 don’t; but l sposol shall find out now
“ Well, here ’tis.” (They both belonged
the same class) “ Spell A-bom-i-na-tion.” Jo
nas spells. A-bom-liom a-boro (in the mean
time up goes tho axe high in the air,) i a-bom-i
(down it goes again chuck into the wood)
n-bom-i-ua (up it goes again)
tion, a-bom-i-na-tion ; chuck -goes the
again, and at the same time out flies a furious
chip, and hits Memorus on the nose. At this
moment tlie master appeared jus
corner of the schoolhouse, with one foot still
on the threshold. “ Jonas, why don’t you
come in ? did’ut I send Memorus out to spell
you ?” “ Yes, sir, and he has been spelling
if he spelt
. how could I .
here ?”' At this tho master’s eye caught Me-
roorus perched upon the top-stick, with his
book opeu upon his lap, rubbiug-liis
t of putting out the
*• Mr. Clay and himself met at four o’clock
the succeeding evening, .ou the banks of
tho Potomac. But he saw ‘no devil in,the
eye of Mr. Clay,’ but a man fearless and
expensing llio mingled sensibility and firm-
For the happy a full cup of sudnt
c talcs which that dark host shall
For life and il
Yankee Doodle v.'itli Variations.
We have a young lady acquintance who
a very fine performer ou the piano. Call-
g at her house the other afternoon for a few
moments, she entertained us with a few fa-
o pieces, together with two of the most
admired songs of the day. Now, our friend'
sighi
and a huge slice almost obscured froi
the plate beforo us.
“ My dear,” said we fotidly, “ did you
make this I”
“ Yes, love—ain’t it nice?”
“ Glorious—the best bread pudding I ever
tasted in my life.”
"Plum pudding, ducky,” suggested my
wife.
“ O no, dearest, bread pudding, I always
was fond of ’em.”
“Call that bread pudding!” exclaimed my
wife, while her pretty lips curled slightly
with contempt.
“ Certainly, my dear—reckon I’-
enough at the Sherwood House to know.—
Bread pudding, my love, by all means.”
rathe
Husband this is really too bad. Plum
pudding is twice as hard to make as bread
pudding and is more expensive, and is a
great deal better. I say this is plum pudding,
sir,” and my pretty wife’s brow flushed with
excitement.
“ My love, my sweet, my dear love,” ex
claimed .ve, soothingly, “ do not get angry
I'm sure its very good, if it is bread pud-
“ But, sir, I say it ain’t bread pudding.”
“And, madam, I say it is bread pud-
“ You mean, low wretch.” fondly replied
! my wife, iu a high toue, “ You know it'
unity t
lid J pi
pudding.”
« ihen, ma’am, it is so meanly put togeth
er, and so badly burned, that the devil him
self, wouldn’t know it. I tell you, madam,
most distinctly and emphatically, and I will
not be coutradicted, that it is bread puddinj
the street,
tho parlor is not proof to the rude gaz<
passers by, or of those who are so rude as
take advantages of too common fault in
constructing dwellings, in cities. While in
the midst of her musical efforts, a tall, young
in who had just made egress from ! anti the meanest smu ui uiai.
cos” where he was born and raised, i “It is plum pudding!” shrieked
chanced to saunter along the street, and j as she hurled a glass of claret in my face, the
charmed with the novel music but rather' glass itself “tapping the claret”
uninformed as to the conventional rules of j nose,
city society,approached the parlor window, ! “Bread pudding!” gasped we, pluck to
and with eyes dilated and mouth extended, ! the Inst, and grasping a roasted chicken by
stood there enraptured while she sang “Give , the left leg.
a cot in the valley 1 love.” . j “ Plum pudding!” rose above the din,
“ Are you fond of music ?” inquired the j I had a distinctive perception of feeling t\
lady, who is fond of a bit of sport. I plates smash across my head.
“ Well, I am that very thiug,” retorted the j “ Bread pudding ?” wo groaned in rage,
blunt •Kentuckian. * 1 as the chicken .left our hand, and flying with
“Do you play?” asked our friend in a I swift wing across the table,landed in madam’
quizzical manner. bosom.
“ I can play right smart tunes on the file,” I “ Plum pudding!” resounded the war-cry
said the countryman, “ but d n me if I' from the enemy, as the gravy dish took us
ever saw any body play on a bureau before!” | where we had been depositing the first part
•I'm.:.. * I;- * - - — ’ -* * •
of beets landed
call a piano, sir,” said , of our dinner, and
the performer, “ did you never hear of such upon a white vest,
an instrument ?” “ No, sir-cc,” said Kentuck, J “ Bread pudding, forever!” shouted wi
“there’s no such critters in our parts, as 1 defiance, dodging the soup tureen, and falling
that, but it makes mighty nice kiud o’music ? beneath its contents.
Can you play Yankee Doodle on that ma-! “Plum pudding!” yelled the amiable
chine ?” said lie suddenly, and with great spouse, as, noticing our misfortune she deter-
keep us down by piling upon
earnestness of manucr.
Tho lady answered in tlie affirmative, and
this popular national air, with variations was
preformed in truly artistic style. But the
uncultivated ear of the rustic could hardly
ngle
strain of his much loved turn
close of the piece he exclaimed—
“ Is that Yankee Doodle?”
“ Yes, sir, that is Yankee Doodle with the
variations,”
“Well?” ejaculated Kentuck, thrusting
each hand into a pocket preparatory to a
may do for you city folks, but
give me the naked doodle ?”—And off ho v
which belonged lo tho occasion.
“ I shall never forget this scene, as long
I live. It lias been my misfortune to wit-
iss several duels, but 1 never saw one, at
tut in its sequel, so deeply affecting. Tho
was just setting behind the blue hills of
Randolph’s own Virginia. Hero were two
of the moot extraordinary men our country in
its prodigality had produced, about to meet
a mortal combat. Whilst Tattnall was load
ing Randolph’s pistols, I approached my liold
friend, I believed, for the last time.I took the blunder, and there
his hand; there was not in its touch the
quivering of one pulsation. He turned to
me and said, ‘Clay is calm, but not vindictive
—I hold my purpose, Hamilton, in any
event; remember this.’ On hauding him
l: :^.i t.,...ii ......
his pistol, Co!. Tattnall sprang the hair-trig
ger. Mr. Randolph said, 4 Tattnall, although
I am one of the best shots in Virginia, with
«ttber a pistol or gun, yet I never fire with
the hair trigger ; besides, I have a thick
buckskin glove on, which will destroy the
delicacy of my touch, and the trigger may fly
beforo I know where I am.’ But, from his
great solicitude for his friend, Tattnall ii
aated upon hairing the trigger. On taking
their position, the fact turned out as Mr.
Randolph anticipated; hia pistol went off be
fore the word, with the muzzle down.
worn of the column. Ac-com mo-da-tion,
pronounced Memorus in a broken but louder
voice than before; for he lied caught a glimpse
of the master, and he wished to let him know
that he was doing his duty. This was too
much for the master’s gravity. He perceived
the mistake, and, without saying more, wheel
ed back into the school room, almost burst
ing with the most tumultuous laugh that he
ever tried to suppress. The scholars won
dered at his looks, and grinned in spmpathy.
But in a few minutes Jonas came In, fol-
lowed by Memorus, with his spelling book,
who exclaimed, “ I have heard him spell
clean through the whole lesson, and he did’ut
spell none of’em right.” The master could
longer, and the scholars perceived
ir, and there was one simultaneous
roar from pedagogue and pupils; the schol
ars laughing twice as loua and uproariously
in consequence of being permitted to laugh
iu school-time, and to do it with the accom
paniment of the master.
IF 1 Somebody says that a young lady
should always ask the four following questions
before accepting the hand of a young man:
Is he honest ? Is he kind of heart - ? Can
he support me comfortably ! Does he take a
Newspaper and pay for it in advance !
“ Do yon drink hail in America !” asked a
t no, we drink thunder and light
ning !” replied the Yankee.
Chances of marriage.
The following curious statement by Dr.
Granville, was drawn up from tlie register
ed cases of eight hundred and seventy-six
married women in Franee; and is the first
ever constructed tS exhibit to ladies their
chances of marriage at various ages. Of the
eight hundred and seventy six females there
i married:
of Age.
By this matrimonial ladder, it would ap
pear, that nineteen and twenty are the ages
most preferred; and that on the road of
life, the fortieth milestone points out the por
tal of old maidism, over which is inscribed—
“ Loscixtc ogm speronxa Yoi che entrate;
py The London National Gazette says
that the wearing of moutiuchc* is conducive
to health. It affirms that the moustache,
meting as a part of the breathing apparatus,
absorb the cold of the air before it enters the
nostrils, and are, consequently a preserva
tive against consumption. This will be good
news to the ladies, who suffer so much from
that disease.
bead the dishes with no gentle hand. Then
in rapid succession followed the war
•‘ Plum pudding 1” shrieked she with
dish.
“ Bread pudding 1” in smothered tone
came up from the pile \n reply. Then
was “ plum pudding” in rapid successio
the last cry growing feebler, till just as I a
distinctly recollect, it had grown to a whispc
“ Plum pudding” resounded like tliunuc
followed by a tremendous crash, as my wife
leaped upon the pile with her delicate feet,
and commenced jumping up and down—
when, thank Heaven, we awoke, and thus
saved our life. We shall never dream
wedding cake again—that’s the moral.
Fashionable Manners.—There is a set of
people whom I cannot bear; tho pinks of
fashionable propriety; whose every word is
precise and whose every movement
iptionable; but
•ho, though versed
alf the categorys of polite behavior, have i
a particle of soul or cordiality about them.
We allow that manners may be abundantly
correct. There may be elegance in every
gesture; and gracefulness in every position;
not a smile out of place, and not a step that
would not bear the severest scrutiny. This
is very fine; but what I want is the heart
and gaiety of social intercourse—the frank-
that spreads animation around it—the
eye that speaks affably to all, that chases ti
midity from every bosom, and tells every
man in company to be confident and happy.
“ Be courteous,” and not the sickening for
mality of those who walk by rule, and would
reduce the whole of human life to a wire
bound system of misery and restraint.—Dr.
Chalmers.
TO JENNY I
-MUAH ! HUAH !
' COMPROMISES.
About the ninth name on the recorder’s
list, yesterday rooming, was that of Bill Bun-
I heard yon sing, oh Northern bird,
II the raptured si
But when you sung ytrnr na
I heard the gushing rills,
And felt the bracing winds t
But high a
And saw tlie lierdsn
Responsive to their floel
And “ huali! huah P to my ear
By distance made more sweet
Came echoed back until the soum
Were gurgling at my feet,
And so I said, a happy land
Tlie land of Swede must be,
When every gale tluit wafts her
Is full.if melody.
Your i
scd. oh Northern hiid !
Yet still the Herdsman’s call
Went floating through the frescoed forms
Mclhonght, how wonder grow
A language to the heart!
Story ot a Dishonest Clerk.
The Boston Traveller relates the follow
ing :—Some month _
constables traced a quantity of stolen goods
to a young clerk in oueof the large wholesale
stores in tho vicinity of Milk-street, where
incss to the amount, perhaps, of a million
more is carried on during the year. The
cer in the first place informed the young
a of his discovery, and he acknowledged
crime. He then went to a member of
tho firm, and informed liim also of what hai
taken place. The merchant seemed to b
troubled, said that the boy had for some time
been with him, and to all appearauecs
faithful clerk ; that ho had sole control of a
mm containing SI00,000 worth of goods,
ith several lads under him, &c., and further
stated that lie paid him for his services $3,50
eek. The officer asked if the young
did not pay nearly that amo
I, washing, &c. The mercli
knowlcdged that lie probably did. He then
called the boy down, and asked him to confes
the whole truth, which he did, with tears i
his eyes, and promises of reformation. Tho
ree times before he vouchsafed to inform
e court that he was its owner.
Recorder. Buntcr, what arc you ?
Buntcr. Well, I ain’t much, your honor,
> how you can fix it. I think you may call
e the Compromise Bill, for I have been tlie
victim of compromises through my life. My
•cry birth, I used to hear my brother say,
vas a matter of compromise between Death
ml the Doctor—Death finally consenting to
et me live, intimating pretty broadly, how-
iver, that I’d never be no account
Recorder. Ycs, and tho watchman informs
ne that you endeavored to bring the spirit of
ompromise into play when you were arrest
ed last night; you told him that if lie would
lot you oft*, you would treat. This, of itself.
for which yoi
serve to bo punished—it is an attempt to cor
rupt the stream of justice at its source.
Hunter. It may have bccti, sir, but I did
not view it in that light. The watchman
talked of the majesty of the law—I dwelt on
the liberties of the citizen, and I certainly
did think that both could be harmonized over
a brandy toddy.
Recorder. But you found the watchman
was not to bo tampered with—that he would
not forego dis duty.
Buntcr. I did, your honor, and it was
just as 1 thought it would be. From my ear
liest youth up, as I have already told your
honor, I have been a compromiser, and I
never remember an instance in which I had
not the worst of the bargain. I compromis
ed with my schoolmaster, by agreeing to as
sist him in teaching the juvenile class ; he, on
his part, agreeiug not to ask me to learn my
Greek or Latin. My sweet-heart jilted me
after making the most fervent protestations
of undying love, and married a miserable d—1,
who had nnlhiug
merchant then told the officer that lie wished
recommend him but a
taste for music and a moustache. I was fool
enough to compromise the matter with her,
because she invited me to stand sponsor for
her first child. If tho ghost of my defunct
tailor could burst the cements of tlie tomb,
he would whisper in my ear compromise!
compromise!! compromise!!! Amt again—
Recorder. I have heard enough of your
history, Mr. Buntcr. I simply wish to know
how it is you were out in the street at so late
an hour last night, and without knowing
where to go ?
Buntcr. Well, your honor, it was because
consider as to liis course. When the
officer called again, the young man still con
tinued at his old employment, with this dif
ference—that he had increased his pay to $6
per week. The officer asked how the boy
got along, to which his master replied, “ Ad-
* 'ably, admirably ; I have not a better ser
vant in store.” Thus ended the matter and
the young man still continues at liis old
stand, with a firm intention to deserve, by
future good conduct, the confidence
which, perhaps, he so little deserved by his
previous course.
A Striking Example of Fidelity in
Negro.
Our friend Mr. Bonner, of tho firm of
Bonner & Smith, related to us yesterday, the
history of a negro who has lately returned
of a servant to his master, that h
under our notice. About two years
gentleman from Mississippi went to Califor-
*a, taking with liim his favorite slav
an, by the name of Walter. On arriviug
California, the Mississippi gentleman pro
ceeded to the mines, where he was soon at
tacked by a severe and lingering disease,
which prevented liis pursuing his labor.—
In the meantime the negro, Walter, attended
his master’s sick bed, administered faithfully
to all his wants, and devoted fractions of time
to working in tlie mines, thus acquiring the
means of procuring the necessities and com
forts of life for his master. Finally, the mas
ter died in a strange and dreary country,
among careless, reckless and indifferent men,
who would not turn aside without a very
large remuneration, to aid the negro to
mit the remains of his master to mother
earth. By appropriating, however, all his
accumulations to that object, lie succeeded
giving his master a decent burial, and col
lecting all his papers and property together,
of the evil star of my destiny—compromise!
I owed my landlady a week’s rent. “Bun-
” said she to mo, when I went in about
o’clock—“ Buntcr, your week’s up—you
know my terms—pay every week.” “I
know it ma’am,” said I. “ Disappointment,
you know, in remittance—exceedingly anx-
settle—hard up at the present time—
will be flush next week—make all right. In
lautimc what say you to a compromise ?”
:plied: “She wasn’t agoin’to be hum
bugged in that way.” I spoke of the beou-
’es of the compromise system. She said:
Fiddlc-do-de!” I became eloquent on the
compromise, and referred to the efforts of
Clay, Webster, Foote, and others, in behalf
of my favorite doctrine. She neither appre
ciated my argument nor my theory : demand
ed, preremptorily five dollars; finding it in
convenient to pay it, I had to quit. This ac
counts for my presence in the street, und for
my meeting with the watchman. I shall now
try my favorite doctrine with your Honor
and ask you to compromise tho matter, by
letting me off without asking from me jail
fees, which, in truth, I have not to pay.
The Recorder consented to the proposi
tion, with the promise that Mr. Bunter
should leave the city, which he agreed to do.
Having effected this one compromise to
his satisfaction, Bunter Jeft the office, appa
rently as rejoiced as if ho had gained a great
political or diplomatic triumph.
deposited them in some safe place. He then
proceeded with liis labor in digging and
washing for gold, and after a long period of
hard, devoted labor, succeeded in accumula
ting more than a thousand dollars of gold
dust. He then proceeded to the coast, took
the steamer, arrived in this city a few days
ago, and presented himself to Mr. Bonner at
A Practical Application.—The follow
ing evidence of precocity is related by a co
temporary. ThiAii au “ age of pro^ressj”
“Never put off till to-morrow what you
can do to-day,” said an advising mother to
her child.
“ Well, then mamma, let us eat the cran
berry, pie,” was the precious reply.
The degree of ".bachelor of arts has been
conferred on a female graduate of Oberlin
College.
bis counting room, with a letter from his de
ceased master and a bag of gold dust. The
letter informed Mr. Bonner of the fidelity
and devotion of Walter to his poor roaster,
begged that he would protect his interest,
and see that he was duly emancipated. Mr.
Bonner gave the faithful negro a warm
grasp of tne hand, and told him that he would
carry out his master’s request, with the deep
est interest and solicitude for the welfare
and^rosperity of so faithful a servant.—N.
GF*The following is said to have been
among the writings of the great and pious
Luther:—“ For my part, I cannot oppose
He Likf.s IIer.—Somebody whobas heard
Miss Lind sing, thus addressed a friend in
the ked’ntry thro’ Holden’s Magazine :
“ Come and hear her! Sell your old
clothes, dispose of your antiquated boots, dis
tribute your bats, hypothecate your jewelry,
come on the canal, work your passage, walk,
take up a collection to pay your expenses,
raise money on a mortgage, sell * Tom’ into
perpetual slavery, dispose of ‘ Bose,’ to the
highest bidder, stop smoking for a year, give
up tea, coffee and BUgar, dispense with
bread, meat, ‘ garden sass,’ and ‘ sicb like’
luxuries—only get the needful change, <
elevate the breeze,’ and then come anu hear
Jenny ! But I am at the bottom of my pa
per and I must close, in a state of excitement
unparalleled since that of Adam when he
woke up one fine morning and saw Eve
‘ making the tea’ and getting breakfast in tho
back yard of his country seat.
“ Essentially yours. ———
l^ Small things in the hands of Provi
dence, deprive men of life in this world.—
Pope Adrian lost his life by a gnat. A dis
tinguished Romish counsellor lost his life by
hair. Anacreon, the famous Greek poet.
lost his life by the teed of a grape. The Em
peror Charles the Sixth, was deprived of his
life by a mushroom.
EP* We heard a good joke once of a party
of young fellows who found fault with tho
butter on the boarding house table. “ Tiru ~*
who may wish to marry several I is the matter with it?” said the mistress. “Just
wives, and I do not think such plurality • yo i ask it,” said oue, “ it is old enough to
contrary to holy scripture.” | speak for itself.”
