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BY S. B. GRAFTON. SANDERSYILLE, GEORGIA, TUESDAY, MAY 25, 1852. VOL. YI----NO. 18. iMB CfcU\ I UAL GEORGIAN IS PUBLISHED EVERY TUESDAY MORNING, TERMS : If paid strictly in advance, per year, 01 50 If not paid at the time of subscribing, 02 00 These terms will be strictly adhered fO, WITHOUT RESPECT TO PERSONS, AND ALL SUBSCRIPTIONS WILL BE REQUIRED TO BE SET TLED UP EVERY YEAR. Advertisements not exceeding twel re lines, will be inserted at one dollar for the first in sertion, and fifty cents for each continuance. Advertisements not having the number of in sertions specified, will be published until for bid. Sales of Land and Negroes by Executors, Administrators and Guardians, are required by w to btt advertised in a public gazette forty ys previous to the day of sale. The sale of Personal Property must be ad- ertised in like manner at least ten days, iti .-e to Debtors and Creditors of an es- . list be published forty days. vhat application will be made to the ourt of ordinary for leave to sell Land and aTovs oust be published weekly for two .nils. • Citations for letters of administration, must ne published thirty days—for dismission from administration, monthly for six months— for dis mission from Guardianship, forty days. Rules for foreclosure of Mortgage must be published monthly for four months—for estab lishing lost papers, for the full space of three months—for compelling titles from Executors or Administrators, where a bond has been giv en by the deceased, the full space of 3 months. Publications will always be continued ac cording to these, the legal requirements, unless otherwise ordered. All letters on business must be vost-paid 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 «§rted $Y$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.