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BY S. B. CRAFTOI. SANDERSYILLE, GEORGIA, TUESDAY, AUGUST 24, 1852. VOL. VI-40. 81. THE CENTRAL GEORGIAN IS PUBLISHED EVERY TUESDAY MORNING, TERMS : If'paid strictly in advance, per year, $1 50 If not paid at the time of subscribing, $2 00 These terms will be strictly adhered TO, WITHOUT RESPECT TO PERSONS, AND ALL SUBSCRIPTIONS WILL BE REQUIRED TO BE SET TLED UP EVERY YEAR. Advertise vients not exceeding twel re lines, will be insert id at one dollar for the first in sertion, and fifty cents for each continuance. Advertisements not having the number of in sertions specified, -vill be published until for bid. Sales of Land and Negroes by Executors, Administrators and Guardians, are required by law to be advertised in a public gazette forty days previous to the day of sale. The sale of Personal Property must be ad vertised in like manner,^t least ten days. Notice to Debtors and Creditors of an es tate c ust be published forty days. Notice that application will be made to the Court of ordinary for leave to sell Land anp Negroes, must be published weekly for two months. Citations for letters of administration, must be 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 post-paid POETRY. HOPE. There's naught whicUcan the mind allay, When threatning storms portentous roll, Or can the mighty current stay, Which sweeps its waters o’er the soul, Like Hope, sweet messenger of love, Which doth our feelings move. When melancholy comes like night, And casts its shadow o’er the mind. When grief advances like a blight, And sadness follows on behind; Ah? then it is that hope shines bright, And paints the future for our sight. When friends dearest, and kind ones chide, And all bespeak of coming woe;— When envy pours its darkening tide, The purity of hearts to flow. Oh! then comes hope, a beaming star. Whose kindly rays shines from afar. When proud youth by poverty Is bowed in spirit down to earth, What is it bids his pinions try And ’scape the overwhelming death; But hope, which, like a fancied dream Pours o’er his soul her silvery stream. When all that hope has painted bright, Her fancied wealth, and promised fame- Do disappoint our ardent sight, And quench ambitious burning flame E’ven then she shows her deepest power And bears us through the trying hour. When death her seal stamps on the brow, And all the soul has sought to win, O’erwhelm the mind with anguish now, And all is bitterness within. Ah! then comes hope, and points him where His home shall be surpassing fair. Can’t do without a Paper. A SOLILOQUY, BY “ONE OF THE PEOPLE. ' What! do without a paper! No, I’ve triedit to my sorrow; So, to subscribe for one, I’ll go, Nor wait until to-morrow. Should lovers hang or drown themselyes, Or other foolish capers, I never get to hear of it— I do not take the r, a ii ersl Why there’s my neighbor, Toby Stout, He always reads the News, And having news to talk about, He never gets the “blues;” While other yawn in ennui, His mind is light as vapor; The cause is plain to half an eye— He always takes the paper! While neighbor Stout hears all the newsj And knows each current price, And always minds the P’s and Q,’s, By taking good advice, I cannot tell the price of grain, Of poultry, coffee, taper, Or ’any kind of merchandise— Because I take no paper! Though I have studies which require Much time and mental labor, Yet 1 can spare a little time As well as Stout, my neighbor; Though time be precious, I can use A longer midnight taper, And thus find time to read the News, Therefore I’lf take the paper! MISCELLANEO US. A Thrilling Narrative. CIRCUMSTANTIAL EVIDENCE The annexed account of the conviction and execution of a man on the basis of cir cumstantial evidence, is copied from a late volume of Chamber’s Edinburgh Journal. The tragedy transpired more than a hun dred years ago ; and, is now cited to warn courts and juries against relying too impli citly on circumstantial evidence. There is now, in one of the jails of Dutch ess county, says the New York Sunday At las, a woman named Matilda Hoag, senten ced to be executed on the 7th of May, for the alleged murder of her husband- We read, with a good deal of attention, the trial of Mrs. Hoag, as well as the charge of the presiding magistrate, the able and impar- ial Judge Barculo, The most of the testi mony in the case, was circumstantial— none of it was positively direct. We thought however, that the circumstantial was far more reliable than the other, most of which appeared to us to be of a very irresponsible haracter. The jury, however, found a ver dict of guilty, in obedience rather to what appeared to be villiage opinion than any thing else. Had we been on the jury, we would have remained confined till dooms day, before we would have found the wo man guilty. She gave birth to a female child on Wednesday ! We hope, that in asmuch as she is a woman, a mother—inas much as the testimony against her ought not to be relied on, she will be pardoned by the Governor, or receive commutation of punishment. Besides her infant; she has five other little children. “In the year 1742 a case of a very re markable nature occurred near Hull, En gland. A gentleman travelling to that place was stopped late in the evening, about seven miles from town, by a single high wayman, and robbed of a purse containing twenty guineas. The highwayman made off by a different path at full speed, and the gentleman frightened but not injured, ex cept in purse, pursued his journey. It was growing late, however, and being naturally much agitated by what had passed, lie rode only two miles further, and stopped at the Bull Inn, kept by Mr. James Brunell. lie went to the kitchen to give directions a- bout his supper, where he related to several persons present the fact of his having been robbed; to which he added this peculiar circumstance, that when he travelled he al ways gave his gold a peculiar mark, and that every guinea taken from his purse was thus marked. Hence he hoped the robber would be detected. Supper being ready be retired. “The gentleman had not long finished his supper, when Mr. Brunell came into the parlor where he was, aud after the usual in quiry of landlords as to the guest’s satisfac tion with the meal, observed : ‘Sir, I un derstand that you have been robbed not far hence, this evening?’ ‘I have sir,’ was the reply. ‘And your money was marked?’ continued the landlord. ‘It was,’ said the traveller. ‘A circumstance has arisen,’ re sumed Mr. Brunell, ‘which leads me to think that I can point out the robber. Pray at what time in the evening were you stop ped ?’ ‘It was just setting in to be dark,’ re plied the traveller. ‘The time confirms my suspicions,’ said the landlord; and then he informed the traveller that he had a waiter, one John Jennings, who of late had been very full of money, and so very extravagant that he (the landlord,) had been surprised at it, and bad determined to part with him his conduct being every way suspicious; that long before dark that night, he had sent Jennings out to get a guinea changed for him; that the man had only come back since the arrival of the traveller, saying that he coukl not get change; and that, seeing Jennings to be in liquor, he had sent him to bed. Mr. Brunell coutinueclOlo say that when the guinea was brought back to him, it struck him it was not the same one he had sent out for change, there be ing on the returned one a mark, which he was very sure was not upon the other ; but that be shouldprobably lravethought no more the matter (JenniDgs having frequently had gold in his pocket of late) had not the peo pie in the kitchen teld him what the trav eler had related respecting the robbery, and the circumstance of the guinea being marked, He (Mr. Brunell) bad not been present when this relation was made, and luckily, before he beard of it from the peo ple in the kitchen, he had paid away the guinea to a man who lived at a distance, and now had gone home. ‘The circum stance, however,’ said the landlord, in con clusion, ‘struck me so very strongly, that I could not refrain, as an honest man, from coming and giving information of it.’ “Mr. Brunell was duly thanked for his candid disclosure. There appeared from it the strongest reasons for suspecting Jen nings ; and if, on searching him any other of the marked guineas should be found, and tbe gentleman could indentify them, there would then remain no doubt in tbe matter. It was now agreed to go up to his room. Jennings was fast asleep); his pock ets were searched and from one of them was drawn forth a purse, containg exactly nine teen guineas. Suspicion now became cer tainty; for tbe gentleman declared the purse and guineas to be- identically those of which he had been robbed. Assistance was called, Jennings was awakened, drag ged out of bed, and charged with tbe rob- bory. He denied it firmly; but circumstan ces were too strong to gain him belief. He was secured that night and next day taken before a justice of the peace. The gentle man and Mr. Brunell deposed the facts up on oath; and Jennings, having no proofs, nothing but the mere assertions of innocence which could not be credited, was commit ted to take bis trial at the next assizes. “So strong seemed tbe case against him, that most of the man’s friends advised him to plead guilty, and throw himself on the mercy of the court. This advice he reject ed, and when arraigned, plead not guilty. The prosecutor swore to the fact of the rob bery ; though, as it was in a mask, he could not swear to%e person of the prisoner, but thought him of the same stature nearly, as the man who robbed him.. To the puise and guineas, when they were produced in court, he swore-—as to the purse 1 positively, and as to the marked guineas, to the best of his belief; and he testified to -their having been taken from the pocket of the prisoner. The prisoner’s master, Mr. Brunell, de posed as to the sending of Jennings for the change of a guinea, and to the waiter’s having brought back to him a marked one in the room of the one be had given him unmarked. He also gave evidence as to the discovery of the purse and guineas on the prisoner. To consummate the proof, the man to whom Mr. Brunell had paid the guinea as mentioned, came forward aud produced the coin, testifying at the same time, that he had received it on the verv evening of the robbery, fiom tbe prisoner’s -master, in payment of a debt; and the trav eller, or prosecutor, ou comparing it with the other nineteen, swore to its being, to the best of bis belief, one of the twenty marked guineas taken from him by the highwayman, and of which the other nine teen were found on Jennings. “The judge summed up the evidence, pointing out all the concurring circumstan ces against the prisoner; and the jury, con vinced by tbe strong accumulation of cir cumstantial evidence, without going out of court, brought in a verdict of guilty. Jen nings was executed sometime afterwards at Hull, repeatedly declaring his innocence up to the very moment of his execution. With in about twelve months afterwards, Brunell the master of Jennings, was himself takeu up for a robbery committed on a guest in his house, and the fact being proved on the trial he was convicted and ordered for exe cution. The approach of death brought on repentance, and repentence confession. Brunell not only acknowledged that he had been guilty of many highway robber- ries, and owned himself to have committed the very one for which poor Jennings suf fered. “The account which Brunell gave, was that after having robbed tbe traveler, he had got home before him by swifter riding and a nearer way. That he found a man waiting for him, and to whom, not having enough of other money in his pocket, lie gave away one of the twenty guineas which he had just obtained by tbe robbery. Pre sently came in the robbed gentleman, who whilst Brunell, not knowing of his arrival, was fin the stable, told his tale as before re lated, in the kitchen. The gentleman, had scarcely left the kitchen before Brunell en tered it, and there to his consternation, heard of tbe fact of the guineas being marked. He became dreadfully alarmed. The guinea which he had paid away, he dared not ask back again, and as the affair of tbe robbery, as well as the circnmstan- stance of the marked guineas, would soon become publicly known, he saw nothing but detection, disgrace and death. In this dilemma the thought of accusing and sacri ficing poor Jennings, occurred to him. The state of intoxication in which Jennings was gave him an opportunity of concealing the money in the waiter’s pocket. The rest of the story the reader knows ” The Ru.ro Seller’s Drearo. “Well, this is too horrid, I cannot continue this business any longer.” “Why, dear, what’s the matter now?” Not Much of Anything from Nothing. Under this modest title the ‘gem drop per’of the Chicago Journal gives one of “Oh such a dream such a rattling of dead the prettiest domestic scenes we ever met men’s bones, and such an army of starved ' in a newspaper. Its charming and natural mortals to many murderers, such cries and simplicity will touch a chord in every par- shrieks and yells and such horrid gnaskin of ent’s heart teeth, and glaring of eyes, and such a blaz ing fire, and such devils—oh! I eannot en dure it. My hair stands on end, and 1 am Yesterday we saw a wagon loaded with wheat coming to town—nothing strange in that certainly. And a man driving the so filled with horror I can scarcely speak! j team, and a woman perched on the load Oh, if ever I sell rum again!” j beside him, aud a child throned in the wo “My dear you are frightened.” | man’s lap—nothing strange in that either. “Yes, indeed I am; another such a night: And it required no partictilar shrewdness will I not pass for worlds.” j to determine that the woman was the pro- “My dear, perhaps—” j perty—-person^bof course—of tbe man, and - - _ jl.V y “Oh don’t talk to me. I am determined [ that the black eyjkl? round faced child was not to have anything more to do with rum, anyhow. Don’t you think Tom Wilson came to me, with bis throat cat from ear to ear, and such a horrible gash, and it was so hard for him to speak, and so much blood, and, says he “See here Joe, the result of the property of both of them. So much we know—so much we suppose everybody saw,'who looked. It is a lair inference that the wife came in to help her husband “trade out” a portion of the pro- Pray Without Ceasing* At an association of clergymen, on a cer tain occasion, it was proposed to hold a meeting for the purpose of considering the words of the apostle, “Pray without ceas- i ng.” The meeting was to be held in a month, and, in the meantime, each clergy man was to write down his opinions and bring it in to be read. A religious servant girl who lived in the house of one of the eleigymen, ovekeard him talking about the matter, whereupon she exclaimed : “What! a month wanted to tell the meaning of that text in the Bible.” “Well, well, Mary,” said an old minister, “what can you say about it ? Let us know how you understand it—can you pray all your rumselling!” My blood chilled at the sight, and just then the house seemed to turn bottom up, tbe earth opened, and a little imp took me by the hand, saying.” Fol low me.” As I went grim devils held out to me cups of liquid fire, saying, “Drink this.” I dared not refuse every draught set me in a rage. Serpents hissed Qn each side, and from above reached down their | hands and whispered Rumseller. On and on, the imp led me through a narrow pass. All at once he paused, aud said, “Are you dry?” Yes,’ I replied. Then he struck a trap door with his foot, and, down down we went, and legions of fiery serpents rushed after us, whispering, Rumseller! Rumseller!!’ At length, we stopped again and the imp ask ed me as before, ‘Are you dry?’ Yes,’ I re plied.” He then touched a spring; a door flew open; there thousands of old worn out rum-drinkers, crying most piteously. ‘Rum, rum give me some rum!” When they saw me they stopped a moment to see who I was. Then the imp cried out, so as to make all shake again, “Rumseller!” and kurlinrr me in shut the door. Fora moment they fixed their ferocious eyes upon me, and then uttered a united yell “Damn Him!” which filled me with such terror I awoke. There, wife, dream or no dream, I will never sell another drop of the infernal stuff,—I will not.” ceeds of the wheat, the product of so much tuu iiinu. “O yes; the more I have to do, the more I can pray.” “Indeed ! well Mary, do let us know how it is—for most people tnink otherwise.’ “Well, sir,’ said the girl, “when I first open my eyes in the morning. I prap, Lord open the eyes of my understanding; and while I am dressing, I pray that I may be clothed with a robe of righteousness ;”and when I have washed me, I ask for the wash ing of regeneration; and as I begin work, I pray that I may have strength equal to my day; when I begin to kindle up the fire I pray God’s works may revive in my soul; aud as I sweep out the house, I pray that my heart may be cleansed of all its impuri ties; and while preparing and partaking of breakfast, I desire to be led with the hid den manna, and the sincere milk of the word; and as I am busy with the little chil dren, I look to God as my Father, and pray for the Spirit of Adoption, that I may be His child—and so on all day: everything I do furnishes me with a thought of prayer. “Enough ! enough.!” cried the old. di vine. “These things are revealed to babes, and hid from the wise and prudent.” “Go on, Mary,” said, he, ‘pray without ceasing; and as for us, my brethren let us bless the Lord for this exposition, and remember that he said : ‘The meek will he guide in judgment.” The essay, as a matter of course, was not considered necessary, after this little event occurred.—Ghristain Sun. A “Verdant” in a Cotton Mill. A raw, straw-hatted, sandy whiskered six footer, one of the purely uninitated, came in recently from Greene county with a load of wood for a factory company. Not satisfied with contemplating the “poetry of motion,” at a safe distance, our hero must needs'in troduce himself between the cards, to get a nearer view. This move brought his “neith er habiliment” into dangerous proximity to the uearing of tbe next card, and thereby hangs a tale. “You, I say? She goes pooty, don’t she, bos?” slid Jonathan, inquiringly. “She don’t do anything else,” responded the stripper. “But you must be very care ful how you move around this hardware. “Twas only last week sir, tba. a promising young man from Oxford, a student at Col lege there, was drawn into that very card, sir, and before any assistance could reach' him he was run through, and manufactured into No. 16. super extra, cotton worp yarn!” Old but Good—The following is old but good. Tbe father of it is dead; but the child has life and pitch in it that never will die: “I say, boy stop that ox.” “I haven’t got no stopper, sir.” “Well, head him then.” “He’s already headed, sir.” ^“Confound your impertinence; turn him.” “He’s right side out already, sir.” “Speak to him, you rascal, you.” “Good morning, Mr. Ox. "i s—s—wow! I believe yuer joking!” stuttered Jonathan. “Fact sir” continued the stripper; “and his disconsolate mother came down two days ago, and got five bunches of that same yarn as melancholy relics.” “By the poker, that can’t be true!” “Fact, sir, fact! and each of his fellow stu dents purchased a skein a pieee,to be set in Lockets, and worn in remembrance of de parted worth!” “Is that a fact now? Was he really carded, spun, and sett in lockets!” A sense of personal danger shot across our hero’s mind; he began to retreat precip itately without waiting for an answer. But there was not much room to spare between himself and the gearing of the card behind. Another step backwards completed the cer emony of introduction. His unwhispera- bles being of large “calibre,” the process of snarling them up iu a hard knot was no ways slow. Our hero “gave tongue” instanter. “Oh! M-u-r-d-e-r! Let go!—you h-u-r-t! Blast your picter! Let go! Ain’t you ashamed! Get out! Let ago on me— can’t ye—do!” The card stripper threw off the belt, but the momentum of the cylinder kept it re volving, and our hero, supposing it iu full operation, burst out anew. “Oh stop her! stop her, do; I ain’t well, and I orter be at home. Father want,s the steers and mother’s going to bake. Stop the tarnal masheen, can’t ye?—do! Aint ye got no feelin’ for a feller in distress? Oh, dear! I’ll be carded and spun and made in to lockets! Je—ru—sa—lem! How I wish I was to Greene!” The card was stopped at last, but Jona than’s clothes were so tangled in the gear ing, that it was no slight task to' extricate him, and it was only by cutting out the whole of the “invested territory,” that he was finally released. labor, and so many sunshines and rains The pair were somewhere this side—a fine point of observation isn’t it?—this side of forty, and it is presumptive, if blessed like their neighbors, they left two or three children at home, “to keep house,” while they came to town—perhaps two girls and a boy, or as it is immaterial to us, two boys and one girl. Well, we followed the pair, in and through until the wheat was sold, the mon ey paid, and then for a trade. The baby was shifted from shoulder, or sat down up on the floor, to run into mischief, like a sparkling globule of quicksilver on a mar ble table, while calicoes were priced, sugar and tea tasted, aid plates, “rung,” The good wife look askance at a large mirror that would be just tbe thing for the best room, aud the roll of carpeting, of most becoming pattern, but it won’t do, they must wait till next year. Ah! there is music in those next years, that Orchestras cannot make. And'so they look, price aud purchase the summer supplies, the husband eyeing the lit tle roll of bank notes growing small by de grees, and beautifully less. Then comes an aside conference, particularly confidential. She takes him affectionately by the button, and looks up in his face—she has fine eyes by tbe by—with an expression eloquent of “do now—it will please them so.” And what do you suppose they talk of? Toys for the children? John wants a drum, and Jane a doll, and Jenny a book, all pictures^ “jest like Susan so and so’s.” The father looks nonsence, but feels in his pocket for the required silver, and the mother Laving gained, the point, hastens away, baby and all, for tbe toys. There acts the mother she had half promised, not all, that she would bring lli^ni some thing, and she is happy all the way home, not for the bargains she made, but for the pleasant surprise in those three brown parcels. And you ought to have been there when she got home, when the drum and the doll and the book were produced—and thumbed and cradled and thumbed, wasn’t it a great house? Happiness is so cheap, what a wonder there is no more in the world Handsome Men. That amiable lady, Fanny Fern, the fa mous contributor to ibe Olive Branch,. lets herself out after the following fashion, on “Handsome Men.” ‘Mercy on us ! what a double and twist ed fool I was to marry a handsome man I He never tines a spare minute to adore mo because he is all the time adoring himself. I never could see the necessity of beauty in a man. For a woman might as well ciTt her throat and done with it ifshe isn’t pret ty ; but if a man has a fine, well made fig ure, one is a gentleman, in life manners, that’s enough, provided he neither squints, nor smokes, nor sweats; and knows enough to hold an umbrella over a lady’s bonnet without giving her all the drippings. (A rare masculine accomplishment.) “Now, my husband, Sam Jones, has beauty enough for a dozen of men, .and what’s more, he knows it. He spgntis one*- half of his lime at the glass, and the other half in making eyes at the women. Coukl’nt I bo the death of him ? If we go out fo walk, every,body says, what a handsome fellow ! IIow came he’ to marry such a dowdy little wife ! (That’s pleasant!) I haven’t a eloset in the house that isn’t lim bered up with his superfluous rattle-traps Checked, striped and plaid pants, double and single breasted vests, of every color and shape; boots and pumps without limit; smoking cap's, dressing gowns, revolving shirts, with dickies plaid on one side, white on the other, made for dress or traveling, with accommodating bosoms to suit all e- mergeneies; eau de Cologne, jockey club, Macasser oil, curling tongs, scented shaving soap, whisker dye, and a score more of fool eries than I have neither time uor plaee to mention. t ‘I’m never sure what the man is about! it takes me ail my time to look after him, and then I get awfully humbugged; and that puts me in mind to inquire privately; about that ‘new club’ he has joined. Don’t believe a word of it! Clubs don’t meet every night in the week, Samivel l “Next to clubs, I hate widows. They are the very ! I’ve heard the heathen call ‘benighted;’ they’ve sense enough to burn widows when their husbands die— Decisions upon the Liquor Law.—The Supreme Court of Maine have decided that the inhabitants of that State may keep li quor in their houses for their own use, and that liquor may be brought into and trans ported within or through the State, if it be not intended for sale. The amount of the decision seems to be, that the Legislature may prohibit the sale, or keeping, or offer ing for sale, of liquor, but cannot prohibit its use. This decision makes the law anal- agous to the laws concerning other poisons. Only licensed druggists and apothecaries can sell arsenic. These can only sell it un der certain regulations, and others cannot sell it at all. But the law does not prohib it the use. Hence any body may use ar senic in any act, and it is much used in pi e- paring the skins of animals and birds for stuffing. And anybody may take it, even with the felonious intent of suicide, without incurring any penalty. Hence if one should take arsenic or other poison with such in tent, and should be saved from death, no prosecution for taking the poison could be sustained. A queer looking customer inserted bis head into an auction store and looking gravely at the “knight of the hammer,” in quired : “Can I bid, sir “Certainly,” replied the auctioneer, “you can bid.” “Well then,” said the wag, walking off, “I bid you gook night.”; At a very excellent hotel, not a hundred miles from our parts, they were one day short of a waiter, when a newly arrived Hi bernian was hastily made to supply the place of a more expert hand. “Now, Barney,” said mine host, “mind you serve every man with soup, anyhow.” “Be dad, I’ll do that same,” said the alert Barney. Soup came on the start, and Bar ney, after .helping all but one guest, came upon the last one. “Soup, sir?” said Barney. “No soup for me,” said the gent. “But you must have it,” said Barney; “it is the rules of the house.” “Damn the Louse,” exclaimed the guest/ highly exasperated: “when I don’t want soup I won’t eat it, get along with you.” “Well,” said Barney, with solemnity, “all I can say is jest this; it’s the regulations of the house, and damn the drop else you’ll get till ye finish the soup!” The traveller gave in, and the soup was gobbled. and that’s a step further in civilization than we’ve taken. There’s nothing like r qm. If they make up their minds to marry a man, it’s done. I know one that was terribly a* fraid of thunder and lightning, and every time a storm came up, she would run into Mr. Smith’s bouse, (he was a wido-\vef,)and clasp her little hands, and fiy aromTd till the man was half distracted- for fqar she would get killed; and the consequence was, she was Mrs. John Smith before three storms had rattled over her) head. Wasn’t that diplomatic ? “Then there’s that little blue-eyed Wid ow Wilkins. Didn’t she drop her prayer book coming out of ckurqji, for my hand some hesbandto pick up ? And didn't J see him squeeze her hand when he banddff it back to her? And when I told him a long rigmarole of a story ; going Lome, to divert his mind from the little minx# didn’t he answer ‘yes’ ‘no,' ft random, and laugh in the wrong place ? And didn’t he the next morning pttt salt in his coffee, and sugar on his beefsteak f ‘.‘And won’t she be Samivel Jones, No'3? Answer me that! I should like to oft her up Into rneh pieties with dull jack-knife. “But it’s no use to struggle against fate. I shall have to put my pride in my pockfet and tell Samivel it is my request that lie should marry her when I am gone, and* that will ‘pull wool’ over people’s eyes and save his credit^ for he’ll have her if an earth quake should be tbe consequence. —“It’s astonishing widows will be so indel-i ieate as to doff their weeds. Its nothing more nor less than a walking advertisement for another husband. Mrs. Lee was spen ding a short time at the sea shore, in her new regimentals, when one of the ladies at the tea-table, struck with a sudden thought said, very innocently—‘By the way, Mrs. Lee, where is your husband?’ I should havejvery sorry to have told where I thought he was, for the way he used to swear when he talked, was awful to mention ! “Now, what a glorious example I’d be to the sex, if Providence should see fit to make me a widow! I wonder if Samivel will pop off? I should hate to put my curls behind my ears, but I’d do it, and I wouldn’t so much as look at a man unless it was Tom Cing. Wonder if he’d marry me ? Well! there now! I have spoken in meeting! It can’t be helped now, as Deacon Smith said, when his daughter surprised him kissing Winnw MnArn nQ'fnp Rallir • no. Widow Moore—‘It’s natur, Sally ; it’s na- tur.’ On Dit.—That'the marriage of Edwin Forrest with a beautiful lady from tbe high circles of Philadelphia, will shortly take place. Anjjxehange paper says, the most digni fied, glorious and. lovely work of nature is woman, the next is man, then Berkshire pigs. ' An Irishman's Joke.—A shoemaker with one eye who works in this neighborhood complained the other evening that one of his lamps did not burn. One of his shop- mates, who is a genuine son of the Emerald Isle with astonishment exclaimed: “Faith, and what do you want of two lamps, ye hav’nt bat one eye,” Never lay a stumbling block in the way of a man who is trying to advance himself jn the world honestly and uprightly, for he is likely to walk over and laugh at" you af terwards. A Yankee chap speaking of his sweet heart says, “Her hail - is of rich dark brown Cireuleon is her eye, her cheeks are soft as cygnet’s down; uu -»-**>•-«• ,, - ■■■ - — Why is a woman’s tongue like a Because nothingihort of the po created can 1 ‘ r ‘