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POETRY.
[from the illustrated family friend.]
HUSH! DEAREST, HUSH.
BY L. MILTON WHITMAN.
I sat beside a lovely girl
Whose auburn locks in ringlets curl;
The azure of her down-cast eyes,
Was deep as that of summer skies:
Her winning smiles
My heart beguiles ;
The glowing sweets on each fair lip,
Were such as bees might stop to sip;
rfjie said, with an embarrassed air,
And burning blush,
“Hush! kind sir, hush/”
i praised the fairness of her charms,
Her lily hands and rounded arms—
The glowing beauty oi each -heck—
The modest smile so soft and meek—
The melting hue,
In eye of blue—
The dimple in her matchless chin,
Where love and graee lay hid within;
When thus I had her beauty shown,
Once more I heard a dulcet tone,
Soft as the thrush—
“Hush! do please, hush
I told fair Jennie of my love,
While gentle stars shone out above,
And begged to know if I might dare
To claim a heart so pure and fair—
And ever find,
Her true and kind !
She placed her small white hand in mine,
A sileut but expressive sigh ;
Upon ay bosom bowed her head,
And in the softest accents said,
With crimson flush,
“Hush! Please sir, hush
I met her in a vine-clad bower,
And begged she’d name the happy hour,
When she would thus sit by my side,
My own, my fondly cherished bride;
YViien she would be,
My all, to me;
Again she leaned upon my breast,
And once my lips her soft lips prest;
She raised her head with modest grace,
And said, while blood came to her face
With sudden gush,
“Hush ! dearest, hush /”
She stood beside me in her youth,
And pledged her pure heart’s love fc truth;
Her marriage vow she’s kept full well,
But still, if I her virtues tell,
And boast with pride,
My joyous bride,
*Or bless her for my earthly bliss,
She’ll stop my mouth e’en with a kiss ;
Still on my breast reclines her head,
But in sweet tones she oft has said,
* , With modest blush,
“Do, dearest, hush /”
“MISCELLANEOUS.
A BLOODY DUEL.
BY AN EYE-WITNESS.
The Legislature of Arkansas held a ses
sion shortly after the organisation of the
State government. Everything, of course
was in a condition of half-chaotic transi
tion. The ‘loaves and fishes’ of office had
not yet been fully divided, and monopoly
was knocking noisily at the door r of the
‘public crib,’ clamorous to be admitted. In- vent such scandalous evasions
tense was the fury of the partisaus wuuiu Among others, Brown C. Roberts, ot Mari-
the bouse, and as fierce the excitemem ra-! on, moved ‘that each certificate of a genu-
ging in the community without. The! ine wolf-scalp be based on not dess than
members mostly went to their places arm-1 four affidavits, and be signed by at least
ed to the teeth, and besides the choioeifour justices, and one judge of the circuit
weapons worn in their bosoms, or protu- court,
in the city. Many legislators, also, during
the day, would be out practising to learn
the difficult art of driving the centre out of
a silver quarter at 12 paces. They used
as their pistol gallery a little grove of pme
trees, immediately on the south bank of the
Arkansas river, and not more than fifty
yards from the State-house, where every re
port was fearfully audible ; and admonish
ed cei tain independent members of what
they might expect, provided their votes
were not cast in favor of the banks 1 The
Deringer pistol and bowie knife governed.
Power resided in gun-powder; and popu
larity hovered round the points of naked
dagger.
Among the mo3t agitating measures, cal
ling into exercise the wisdom of the Wes
tern sages, was the institution of the Real
Estate Bank. Its establishment was strong
ly and steadily, but ineffectually, opposed
by a slender minority. All the wealthiest
men in the stale, all the leading-legislators
took shares of its capital stock ; and John
Wilson, speaker of the lower house, was
elected president. As this person was one
of the chief actors in the tragedy soon to
be recorded, a brief description of his ap
pearance and character becomes neoessary.
Every public man in the backwoods has
a sobriquet, bestowed on account of some
real or fanciful peculiarity, by the whimsi
cal humors of his constituents. Speaker
Wilson was called ‘Horse Ears” from his
possessing an accident never before heard
of in the natural history of the species.
When excited by any forcible emotion, his
ears worked up and down flexibly, like
those of a horse. A man of ordinary iooks,
nothing in his features or countenance de
noted the desperado, save a strange, wild
twinkling expression of his infantile grey
eyes, always in motion with cold, keen glan
ces, as if watching out for some secret cue
my. He had fought half-a-dozen duels
with uniform success, and had been engaged
in several more off-hand affrays; in none of
which he had received even the honor of a
scar. Hence, as may well be su, posed, his
prowess inspired almost universal fear; and
few were the dead shots to be found in Ar
kansas, who would voluntarily seek a quar
rel with ‘old Horse Ears.’ As to the rest,
he was owner of a large cotton farm, rich
and influential, honest, liberal and courte
ous in his manners; exceedingly amiable
in his domestic relations, beloved by his
family and adored by his slaves. Such are
often inconsistencies of human nature which
seems utterly incapable of producing unal
loyed types of either good or evil—angels
or devils:
During the session, previously specified,
there was a member of the lower house by
the name of Abel Anthony, in no way re
markable except for his opposition to the
banks, and his sly, quiet wit, addicted to
practical jokes. In the parlance of frontier
technics, he belonged to the category of
‘peaceable men,’ having never, in all his life
before, had a mortal rencounter. He was
even deemed a coward, for he had been
known to pocket open insults, without so
much as showing a sign of resentment.
One day the bill to provide for the more
effectual rewarding of wolf-slayers, denom
inated in short, *the wolf-scalp bill,’ came
up for discussion. This had been a stand
ing reform measure, from the earliest set
tlement of Arkansas, and will probably con
tinue to be, so long as the Ozark mountains
shall rear their black bristling crests in the
western division of the state, or the Missis
sippi swamps shall occupy so large an area
in the east. Accordingly, when the wolf
scalp bill is taken up, a tremendous debate
ensues. The contest then is no longer be
tween the ins and outs of power. Whigs
and democrats alike overleap the iron lines
of party demarcation, and begin a general
massacre of chance-medley It is a battle ;
war to the knife, and the knife to the han
dle—of every member against every other ;
the object being as to who shall urge the
most annihilating statutes against their
common foee the wolves, because that is the
great pivot-question on which hinges the
popularity of each add all.
The present occasion was the more a-
rousing, as there had happened lately a
laughable, but most annoying, instance in
fraud of the previous territorial law. It
seems that a cunning Yankee, fresh from
the land of growing wooden nntmegs,’ had
conceived a notable scheme of rearing
wolves of his own ; so that by butchering
a hairy whelp, at his option, and taking its
ears to a Justice of the Peace, he could ob
tain a certificate of‘wolf-scalp,’ entitling him
to ten dollars out of the county treasury.
It was said that this enterprising genius
had already^in his pens a number of fine
looking breeders, and expressed sanguine
hopes of soon realizing a handsome for
tune !
Numerous were the
provisions
in
to pre
future.
ding from their pockets, each kept an am
ple supply of revolving pistols in the wri
ting-desk before him. There were muni
lions of war enough in the hall to have an
swered the purposes of a small army.
Every evening, after adjournment, there
was.a general firing off and re-loading, in
order to have their tools of death in prime
condition for the emergencies of. the mor
row. I was frequently startled from sleep,
at the hour of midnight, by the roar ofin-
mm*** heatdat diflawat points,
Abel Anthony moved to amend by ad
ding, and by the President of the Real Es
tate Bank.”
This was intended by the mover merely
as a jest, to throw ridicule on the compli
cated machinery of Roberts’ bill, and ac
cordingly it excited a general smile. But
very different was the effect on Mr. tspeaker
Wilson, President of the Real Estate Bank.
He saw fit to interpret the amendment as
the deadliest insult 1
1^1 •*- .a [ha honorable chair-,
man, expecting to see him enjoying the joke
but the moment I beheld his countenance
1 was absolutely horrified at its savage ex
pression. His face was of ashy paleness;
and there on those lips, as if in devilish
mockery of malice, sat that grim, snake
like, writhing smile, which merely moved
the curled mouth, spreading no further, not
affecting any other feature—than signifi
cant smile of murder, so peculiar to almost
the whole class of desperadoes, when about
to do some deed of death. There was,
however, brief space for speculation as to
physiognomic signs; for hardly had the of
fensive words left Anthony’s lips when Wil
son sprang to his feet and imperiously or
dered the other to sit down.
Anthony, manifesting no token of either
surprise or alarm, replied mildly that he
was entitled to the floor. ‘Sit down !’ Wil
son repeated, and this time in a voice like
thunder.
T am entitled to the floor, and will not
resign it,’ said Anthony, apparently without
anger, but giving back a look of calm, im
moveabie resolution.
Speaker Wilson then left the chair; drew
his bowie-knife, descended the steps of the
platform, and slowly and deliberately ad
vanced through the hali some forty feet in
the direction of his foe—all the while that
ghastly horrid smile, coiling up his palid
lips, aad his ears moving backwards and
forwards, with those strange short, sharp
vibrations which had won for him long be
fore the nickname of ‘horse ears.’
As Anthony was commonly called a cow
ard, when the spectators beheld the far-
famed and all-dreaded duelist advancing up
on him with uplifted blade and glancing a-
loft in the air, as ready lor the fatal blow, all
supposed that the reputed craven would
flee in terror from his place. No one be
lieved tiiai he was armed, or that he would
tight, under any circumstances, or with any
odds ot position or weapons. But iu this
opinion every body was mistaken, and no
one, perhaps, more so than his infuriate ad
versary. While that ferocious man was
coming towards him, he stood calm and
motionless as a pillar of marble. His color
did not change. All his limbs were rigid
as iron. His only evidence of unusunle
motion was a copious efflux of tears ! At
the sight of this we all shuddered, for then
we knew the weeper would conquer or per
ish. In the backwoods, experience has de
monstrated two unmistakeable tokens of
thorough desperation—frozen smiles and
hot gushing tears ; and tears may always
be regarded as far the most dangerous.
Such a conclusion was verified fully in the
present instance; for as soon as the speak
er approached within ten feet of his weep
ing adversary, the latter suddenly un
sheathed a bowie-knife from his bosom and
stepped boldly forward to the proffered bat
tle. And then commenced a struggle for
life and death, the most obstinate, bloody,
and rightfully protracted, ever witnessed in
the South-west.
Wilson’s kuife was Long, keen and so
highly polished that you might see yourself
in the reflection of its smooth, bright sur
face as in the most perfect looking-glass.
The linage being an extremely small min
iature, so symmetrical was the rounding of
the tine glittering steel. On each side of
the flashing blade was a picture, the fac
simile of the other, wrought in exquisite
gold enamel, of two Indians, in their wild
native costume, engaged in mortal combat
with bowie-knives.
The weapon of Anthony was of the lar
gest size of the class called in that country
‘Arkansas tooth-picks,’ the most murder
ous implement of destruction before which
a human eye ever quailed. On one side of
its broad gleaming blade was the picture of
a fight betwixt a hunter and a black bear.
The bear seemed to be squeezing the man
to death in its iron hug, while he was fier
cely digging at the shaggy monster’s heart
with the point of his knife.
Such devices are common on the arms of
the most notorious desperadoes on the fron
tiers, and are objects of as intense a pride to
their owners as were the insignia of the
most exalted chivalry to the knights of the
heroic ages. For all men are poets; and
the idea seeks for ever more to render itself
incarnate in the material form—to speak
in knowing signs to the senses Destructive
ness will have its images as well as Devo
tion !
Wilson made the first pass—a determin
ed thiust aimed a,t the pit of his antagonist’s
stomach which the other dexterously par
ried. For a time both parties fought with
admirable coolness, and with such consu-
mate skill that only slight wounds were in
flicted, and those on the head and face,
whence blood began to trickle freely. And
still—ominous and awffll vision—-'while the
contest raged, the opposite and characteris
tic signs of desperation remained fixed, scul
ptured by the hands of horrid vengeance
in their countenance. The cold smile, now
converted into a fiendish grin of immeasu
rable malice, still lingered on Wilson’s livid
lips: and the tears still flowed, mingled now
with warm blood, from Anthony’s blazing
eyes! The clatter of the knives, thrusting
and tending off, and sharply ringing against
each other, was hideous to hear, and alone
broke the appalling silence that reigend
throughout the hall.
At length, both foes, maddened at the
prolonged obstinacy of the struggle, and
blinded by the gore from the red gashes a-
bout their eyes, lost all caution, coolness
and equanimity, and battled wildly, more
like devils than living men. Each one,
mote intent on taking the life of his enemy
than guarding his Ǥrted $Y$ry
and mustle with a truculent fury that struck
the very beholder witL icy fear. Both were
soon very severely wounded in different part
of the body; but still there came no pause
in the combat, till Anthony, striking a hea
vy over-handed blow, cut his adversary’s
arm half off at the wrist! Wilson changed
his bowie-knife into his left hand, and, for
an instant, ran several steps backwards, as
if to decline any further contest. He then
stopped, and smiling more frightfully than
ever a fearless infernal look—again rushed
forwards. Previously, at this crisis, when
certain victory was in his grasp. Anthony
committed the folly of flinging his knife at
the other’s bosom, which missing its aim, fell
with a loud ringing-nois on the floor more
than thirty feet distant. This error decided
the tremendous combat. Anthony was en
tirely disarmed, at the mercy of the tiger-
man. Wilson darted upon him with a
hoarse cry of anger and hellish joy—there
where he stood, motionless as a rock, pow
erless to resist, and yet too brave to fly.
One sharp thrust ripped open the victim’s
bowels, and be caught them, as they were
falling in his hands! Another stroke, di
rected at the neck severed the main artery
and the bipod, spouting out with a gurg
ling noise, sprinkled the robes and even the
faces of some members who sat nearest to
the horrid scene.
The last act of the tragedy was closed,
and the curtain of • death dropped on the
gory-stage. Anthony, without a groan or
sigh, fell in his place, a corpse, and Wilson
fainting from loss of blood, sank down be
side him.
Up to this moment, although sixty legis
lators were in their seats, and more than
a hundred lookers-on in the lobby, and
jeweled bevies of bright eyed ladies in the
gallery, still no one, save those raging mad
men, had moved; no sound had disturbed
the whisperless silence, but the clangors of
their concussive steel. But then, as both
tumbled on the floor, like lumps of lead, a
single wild, wailing, heart-shivering shriek,
as if some other soul was parting with its
mortal clay, arose in the crowd of females
and all was again still; but whether that
deep cry of an orphaned spirit was uttered
by the maiden of poor Anthony’s bosom,
who had hoped to morrow to be his bride,
or by the beautiful little daughter of Wil
son, or by some pitying straDger, could
never be ascertained.
Wilsou recovered, and is yet alive ; and
there is scarcely an inch square on his face
that does not show its deep scar, as a me
mento of the matchless combat. He was
expelled the house bailed, brought to trial,
and acquitted, There was never a jury yet
in the back-woods that would convict a per
son for slaying another in fair nght! For
the desperado is the back-woods hero whom
all men worship. .
[FROM THE KNICKERBOCKER.]
PAUCUM PLUS FABULARUM:
or;
A FEW MOORE FABLES.
BY GILBERT SPHINX,
Master of Arts, Professor of the Ancient
Languages, Director of a Plank Road, <tc.
F A B U L A I.
Proceedings in the Moon after the late
Eclipse.—A Month or two .ago, the moon
suffered a total eclipse. Thereat the Man in
the Moon was highly indignant, and con
sidered what course he should adopt to pre
vent a repetition of the injury to the orb of
which he is sole proprietor and inhabitant.
“I think,” said he, “that I will hold a large
and enthusiastic meeting, and pass resolu
tions on the subject, and see what effect that
will have.”
So he posted in the most conspicuous pla
ces of the Moon large hand bills, which ex
horted himself to assemble on the following
night, to take into consideration “the late
unwarrantable aggressions of the mother-
planet.”
In obedience to this call, the Man in the
Moon mustered at the time appointed, and
made a speech to himself of such overpower
ing eloquence, that he unanimously adopted
the resolutions which he had drawn up for
the occasion. The following is a copy of the
proceedings of the convention:
“At a meeting of the Man in the Moon,
held on the twenty-first day of March, 1852,
he called himself to the chair, and, after a
stirring and patriotic speech, adopted the
following resolutions, amidst tremendous
enthusiasm:
tl Resolved,. That the conduct of the Earth
in eclipsing this free an i independent orb
on the night of the last instimo, was outra
geous, flagrant, mean, and pusillanimous.
“Resolved, That if it is repeated, this ofb
will nullify, and go off on its own hook.
“Resolved, That the thanks of this con
vention be presented to the chairman for
the able and impartial manner in which he
has presided over its deliberations,”
What will be the effect of these resolu
tions I am unable to say; blit I will remark
as a significant, a highly significant circum
stances, that there has not been a total e-
clipse of the moon since.
Moral.—I hope that those learned gen
tlemen who make almanacs will learn from
this fable how wicked it is iff them to get
up so many eclipses, merely for the sake of
selliag their inciendary publications. It
has been said that the convention spoken of
above was “packed,” but that is not true.
The Man in the Moon would scorn to pack
a convention.
TABULA II.
The Ruling of Mr. Justice Bruin in the
CfiWff of the People vs. Lupus.—A horrid
villain of a wolf was tried for the murder of
a sheep, before Mr. Justice Bruin, the dis
tinguished Nisi Prius Judge, who was then
bolding Oyer and Terminer in one of the
back counties. An Owl was sworn on the
part of the people. “Mr Owl” said Attor
ney General Badger, “did the prisoner at
the bar kill the said sheep?”
“He did,” said the witness Owl, who was
a very nice orthodox old fowl.
“How do you know that he did? asked
Mr. Attorney-General.
“Because, Sir,” said Mr. Owl, “I saw him
at the very time when he did.”
“Scoundrel!” muttered the Judge, noting
the testimony in his minutes; “scoundrel!
kill a poor sheep: he shall bang like a dog.
Is there an testimony in behalf of the pris
oner, Mr. Vulpin?”
“There is, your honor,” replied Mr. Fox,
who was counsel for the prisoner. “I shall
produce a most respectable and pions gen
tleman, whose testimony will effectually
free my client from the charge which is
made against him. Crier, call the Rever
end Mr. Bloodyjaws.”
The Reverend Mr. Bloodyjaws being
thereupon called, came forth. This “respec
table and pious” witness was a black wolf,
with a countenance of extraordinary sancti
ty-
“Mr. Bloodyjaws, said Mr. Fox, “did the
prisoner at the bar kill the said sheep?”
“No, Sir,” said the witness, “he did not.”
“How do you know that he t id not?” said
Mr.- Fox.
“Because,” replied the witness, “I saw
him at the very time when he didn’t.”
“I object, may it please the court, to this
evidence,” said the Attorney-General
“The evidence may go to the Jury,” said
the Judge, after the point had been discus
sed, “because, if it be true that the witness
saw the wolf at the very time when he diefnt
kill the sheep, it follows that the prisoner
oannot be guilty; especially if the day when
he didn't kill the sheep was after the -day
when he did."
Moral.—This fable illustrates a legal
point which has never before had the benefit
of a judicial construction, to my knowledge.
Mr. Howard is entirely welcome to insert it
in bis Practice Reports, if he wishes to do
so.
FABULA III.
The Ass who Wrote a Fable.—-An Ass
once complained that he had been greatly
injured by H&op, having been held up be
fore the eyes of all mankind as the most
ridiculous ol animals. “But I will be reven
ged,” said he, “for I will write a fable my
self, in which JBsop shall appear to be a
very ridiculous man, and the Ass to be an
animal of great wisdom and attainments.”
He therefore wrote the following fable:
“The Sarcastic Ass.—The Ass, that wise
and learned animal, sat one day in his stqdy
writing a Treatise on the Human Mind, and
muttering to himself in the Latin, Greek,
Hebrew, and Polyglot languages. Some
body rang the door-bell. “Solomon,” said
this profound philosopher to bis man, “go
open the door; and if my friends Baron
Humboldt and Aristotle are there, make
your manners to them, and give ’em my
compliments, and say that I’ll be down di
rectly; but if it’s that Scotch deputation
again, tell ’em that I positively cannot ac
cept that Professorship in the Edinburgh
University, and it will be of no use to urge
me. 1 won’t go. Set the dog on ’em, Sol-,
omon. They have kept me in a state of
siege for three months.”
“Solomon went out, and presently re
turned, saying that old Dr. ./Esop had call
ed, and begged to see the illustrious Dr. As-
inus.
“Show him in, Solomon,” said that learn
ed animal; and as his servant again depar
ted, he continued: “I will take this opportu
nity to address iEsop in the most pungent
and sarcastic manner, so that he will not be
able ever to bold up his head again.”
“Good morning, Dr. Aieop,” said the Ass,
as the scurrilous old Grecian entered the
room. \
“Good morning, Dr. Asinus,” said JEsop.
“Sir,” the Ass continued, “how are you?”
“Tolerable,” said JBhop.
“Sir,” said the Ass, rising from his chair,
and making use of his most sarcastie man
ner, “how is your grand-mother?"
Moral.—From this fable it may -be see*
that the Ass is not only an animal of aston
ishing wisdom, but that he is able to otter
the most pithy and withering remarks when
ever he ohoses to do so. 2®sop ought to
have looked out how he fooled with such a
witty personage, as he found out, in this
instanee,to his sorrow.
Preaching as a Medicine.—“I heard a
good story the other day,” writes Carl Ben
son, recently from Paris, “which may amuse
you. The Cure of Nevermindwhere waa
called up in the middle of the night to see a
siek woman. “Well my good woman, said
he, “so you are very ill, and require the
consolations of religion? What can I do
for you?” “No,” replied the old lady, "l
am not very unwell; I am only nervous, and
cannot sleep.” “How can I help that! ask
ed the Cure. “Oh, sir, you always put me
to sleep so nicely when I go to church that
I though if you would only preach a little
for me——1” They say the Cure swore; at
any rate he made tracks in less than no
time.”
A scamp, out west, ran away with an old
man’s daughter. The father advertises him,
and requests “all editors friendly to young
girls, widows, old maids, and heart-broken
fathers,” to publish the villain to the world.
His (t’-A^rttBaway’s) name is David Bpping.
Profits of Aitfi|drship.
Charles Dickens enjoys an income greater,
probably, than was ever before.derived from
literature by an author. The first edition
of Bleak House, which comprised twenty-
five thousand copies, was swept from the
booksellars’ counters at once. The second
edition of twenty thousand, had been nearly
exhausted when the last steamer sailed. The
sale may fall off in subsequent, numbers,
and it may increase, but we may safely com
pute the average sale at forty thousand
numbers a month. The price is one shil
ling English, and it is reasonable to suppose
that au author who is in a position to dictate
his own terms would hardly be satisfied with
less than half the proceeds,—there is at
once a thousand pounds per month. Then
Mr. Dickens derives, it is said, a hundred
pounds a week from Household Words,
and a large sum from the sale of writings.
At a very moderate estimate, therefore, wo
may conjecture, that his income is twenty
thousand pounds, or a hundred thousand
dollars, a year—an income considerably
greater than that of Sir Walter Scott in the
hight of his renown. Dickens spends freely,
entertains liberally, bestows bountifully, and
bis good has made him no enemies. The ru
mor, promulgated some week since, that he
was about to enter the legal profession, ap
pears to* be groundless.
Cool Impudence.
Yesterday afternoon a rather genteel
looking young man walked into the bar of
the Woodruff House, and called for ‘Whis
key toddy.. He was served, and after he
hail drank the toddy, he obtained a cigar,
&nd'S3t by the fire and Jeisuriy fpufted it
away. He then called for another toddy,
and having placed it beneath bis vest, he
calmly buttoned his coat, - pulled *on his
•gloves and turning to the bar-keeper said;
‘F m ready. 7
You are ready, are you? replied the bar
keeper. ‘Well sir, your bill is twenty five
cents.’
‘I was aware of that fact replied the pat
ron; folding his arms and turning his face
towards the door, and now I’m Teady
‘Ready for what*,
To be kicked out. Haint a darned cent-
couidn’t do without liquor—been served
like a gent! aint ashamed of my poverty—
take your pay, sir—kick me outl
The bar. keeper finding the chap was in
earnest obliged him with several applica
tions of his boot toe, lustily administered.
The didler bore it in good part, and after
be had been kicked into the steet, turned
round made a polite bow to the bar-keeper,
and then apparently in a merry inood start
ed down the street.— Cinpaper.
Etiquette.—The Natioual Intelligencer
has a correspondent who proposes a series
of numbers on this subject;
1. Before you bow to a lady in the street,
permit her to decide whether you may do
so or not, buy at least a look of recogni
tion.
2. “Excuse my glove” is an unnecessary
apology; for the glove should not be with
drawn to shake bands.
3. When your companion bows to a lady
you should do so also. [When a gentle
man bows to a lady in your company, al
ways bow to him in return ]
Duel in Atlanta.—We learn by a tele-
graphio dispatch from Atlanta to the Chat
tanooga Advertiser, dated“Atlanta, May 4,
9 o’ clock P. My’ that “ a duel was fought
at 5 o’clock this afternoon within the in
corporation, between Mr. Ruggles, editor
of the Inteligencer, and John L. Harris, a
lawyer.. Weapons, pistols; distance, ten
paces. Harris’ pistol missed fire, and he re
ceived a slight wound in the wrist. Parties
now affect a sham, and the outraged law
may thus go unavenged.”
The oft-propounded query of where do
the jetasgo to,has been singularly answered
in London,—-The Lancet records the death
of a tradesman’s wife from eating pins. Up
on a post mortem examination, the stomach
was found to contain in its lower half, nine
ounces of pins of a purple black color, not
corroded, all bent or broke, many very point
ed. The contents of the stomach were very
much thickened. Tbeinfestines contained
a mass of pins, very tightly packed, of -Va
rious shapes, similar to those found in the
stomach, and wholy obsructing the tube.
Their weight was about a pound.
“Have#"
Sousd Advice.—Master Tom.
weed, Gran’pa?” ^
Gran’pa. “A what Sir?”
Master Tom. “A weed! A Cigar, you
know.”
Gran’pa. “Certainly not, Sir. I never
smoked ia my life.”
Master Tom. “Ah! then I wouldn’t ad
vise you it> begin.”
-« nri' - t- ■
Jar You’ve destroyed my peace of mind>
Betsy,” said * desponding lover to a truant
lass, “ft can’t dp you much harm, John,
for ’tw»s an aaaaing small piece you bad,
any way,” was the quick reply.
/far A young man in Niagara having
been crossed in love, walked to the precipice,
took off his clothes, gave one lingering look
at the gulf beneath him, and then went
home. His body was found next morning
—in bed.
An advertisement appeared in a Western
paper which reads as follows.
Runaway.— i -a hired man named John:
his nose turned up five feet 8 inches high,
and had on a pair of corduroy pants much
worn.