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u S. B. CRAFTOI. SAIDERSYILLE, GEORGIA, TUESDAY, OCTOBER 10, 1852. YOL. YI----ITO. SO. 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, «jj>2 00 These terms will be strictly adhered TO, WITHOUT RESPECT TO PERSON'S, AND ALL SUBSCRIPTIONS WILL BE REQUIRED TO BE SET TLED UP EVERY YEAR. Advertisements not exceeding tvvel re lines, will be inserted nt one dollar for the lirst in sertion, and fifty cents for each continuance. Advertisements not having the number of in sertions specified, •s ill be published until ior- b * Sales of Land and Negroe^by Executors, Administrators and Guardians, arb required by law to be advertised in a public gazette forty days previous to the day ot sale. The sale of Personal Property must be ad vertised in like manner at least ten days. Notice to Debtors and Creditors of an es tate n ust be published forty days. Notice that application wilt be made to t!ie Court of ordinary for leave to sell Land and Scgroes, must be published weekly tor two nuniths. Citations for letters of administration must- be published thirty days—for dismission from Administration, monthly for six months— tor dis mission from Guardianship, forty days. Rules for foreclosure of Mortgage must be published monthly for four months tor estab lishing lost papers, for the lull 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 vosl-paid POETRY. and [FROM THE NEW ORLEANS DELTA.] I Iteniember Still- Its golden ray, the sunshine flings, My forehead to illume: And thou! the mournful cypress wings Above the saddest tomb! A glory from tire sky aiar, Comes trembling like a truant star, My forehead to illume; But, mournful shadow's, bending low, Weep o’er thee in their silent wo, Where worm and whoodle-thing come go, Within thy saddest tomb! A stray wind lifts the gloried tress That binds my musing head— Nor wind, nor ray, shall curl c.jjss, Where thou art with the dead! The light, the bloom, the youth are rnine- Decayt and death, and damp-dew twine Thy coldly dreaming bead; And calm, and gloom, arc with thee there, Cold lingers clasp thy forehead lair, Wan hands have still’d thy sunny hair— Where thou art with the dead; Love sings a luce-like strain to me, And wooing voices trill— Such carol may not answered be, While 1 remember still! Hope sits my future like a star— Such phantoms vainly trill! The beacon-light for ev’er hath fled, The glory may not wreathe thy head— My hope, my dream, are with the dead, For 1 remember still! My pale hands oft, at stillest eve With wilted leaf and blonm, Bend o’er thy calmest rest, to weave A mourning for thy tomb. The’siniie inyTipsare wreathing now—- The joy that glitters on my brow— Iii vainest mockery bloom From things that fondest, fairest be, From hope and joy, and passion’s plea, 1 turn to silent dreams of thee, Beside thy mould’ring tomb. Like songster left is ceaseless wo, Its hopeless lay to trill, My heart keeps murmuring sad and low, With mournful memory still! Love strikes the trembling lute again, Hope sounds a wilder, bolder strain— Such phantoms vainly trill! I turn to where thy wilted bloom, Lies mould'ring in the«silent tomb, To bow in anguish, tears and gloom— For I remember still! evidently a little alarmed, drew back liis ! head with a motion that might be called a jerk, and turning to a gentleman sitting near him, said : “Well, stranger, did you ever hear such a snort as that ?” “The engine ?” suggested the other. “Well, 1 don’t know what it is, but— hollo how she goes ?’’ “Guess you are not acquainted with rail road travelling ?” “Hang it, no ! haint they ran away ? Creation how it jerks.” “It’s all safe enough, you may rely; the cars are starling.” “That’s all; well, stranger, I aint afeard you know, but kinder surprised like, that’s all,” said the mountain boy, haif ashamed, “i, golly! stranger, did you hear ere snort, it beats dad’s jackass, and he’s a roarer, no mistake. Whew! how it does puff; some thin’s bustin’, I’m sure.” “Oh, fudge ! it’s all right,” said the oth er, settling himself for a nap. “I swow ! 1 don’t see how you can sleep, darned ef I do !” “Nothing like getting used to it,” said the other. “You’ve heard of the ells that had been skinned so many times they rath er liked it, aud used to come ashore every few days to have their hides taken oil, haven’t you ?” “Your gassin’, stranger.” The bell rang; the engiue moved off, a- way went the cars at rapid speed, and be fore our hero had recovered from the shock which the “snsrt” produced, the cars were moving slowly over Etowah Bridge. Dis covering a change iu its gait, he popped his head out of the window again, “to see how it moved,” saw that he was some dis tance from the earth, and supposing the '■critter” was flying, swooned and tell from his seat speechless. Several gentlemen sit ting near, caught hold ot him, raised him up, shook him aud rubbed him until he re vived a’little. “This man’s crazy,” suggested some of the bystanders, sagely. “No, he’s not,” answered he who had before spoken, “he’s frightened.” “Frightened ?” “Yes, scared half to death.” “About wliat ?” ‘‘ The cars; he was never in a tram before he told me so.” A hearty laugh ran through those about the half fainting man, which had the effect to arouse him to consciousness, or at least partially to do so, for his breath began to come and go more regularly, anp at last he opened his eyes, as large as saucers, and seeing several of the gentlemen who had come to his assistance, about him, he look ed up most beseechingly in the face of one of them, and said— 1u Stranger has it lit yet!' Uraggle.Tails ^nd Paycocks’ j A Son of A 6nn. Tails. j The night pqlice yesterday morning “I promised my dear Aunt,” continued ; brought up a queer customer from a gutter Nelly, “when I left you to tell you every- I down town, in which he had taken iodg- thi'ngl saw ! I little knew what a prom- j ings along towards the first cockcrow, ise that was when I made it ! but there’s j When first introduced to the Police Justice something so mighty quare has happened : this representative of gutterdom was in a lately in this great town, that I should like | sad plight, but just drunk enough to be as you to come to knowledge of it ; it is so | happy as a lord could be expected to be un- different from what’s going on in poor ouldi der like circumstances MISCELLANEO us. Ireland. I haven’t much time %r writing this month, so must tell it out of the face, and be doue with it. Do you remember the watching we used to have when the war was going on betwixt Miss Mulvany of the big shop, and Mrs. Toney Casey of the ed house, about the length of their gown ? All the country cried shame on Mis Mulva- ny, when the hem of her bran new Sunday silk reached the binding of her shoe, and then they shouted double shame ou Mrs. Case}', all the way home .from mass, when the next Sunday her dress touched the heel; sure it served us for conversation all the week, and every girl iu the place let ting down her hems—and happy she, who had a good piece in the gathers—aud to see the smile and the giggle on Miss Mul vany’s face ! We all knew, when we saw that, that she’d come out past the common uext Sunday; and so she clid, aud a cruel wet Sunday it was, and she in another silk, a full finger on the ground behind and be hind and before, and she too proud to hold it up ! and the villian Paddy Macgan, com ing up to her in thecivilist way and asking if he might carry home her tail for her !— And then the row there was between Tony Casey and his wife, the little foolish cray- thur, because he refused her the price of a new gown, with which she wanted to break the heart of that other fool Miss Mul- vany by doubling the length, and how Mrs. Casey would not go to mass, because she could’ut have a longer tail than Miss Mulvany ! And sure you mind, Ant dear, when*all that work was going ou how the tine Priest stood on the altar, and Girls and boys’ he says—it was after mass—‘Girls aud boys, but especially girls, I had a draine last night, or indeed to be speaking good English, it was this morning 1 had it, and I need not tell you, my little darlings,’ [that it was the kind way he had of speak ing] that morning drarnes come true. Well, in my draine I was on the Fair green, and there was a tine lot of you all looking fresh and gay like a bank of primroses, and all sailing about like a forest of paycocks, with tails as long and as draggled as Mary Mul vany has got and Toney Casey has not got. “No fault of hers, plaze your Reverence,’ said Tonv. “Hould yer tongue. Tony,” said the Priest until you’re spoken to, and don’t be a fool; when a wise man wins a battle, he shouldn’t brag of it; and it’s illmanuersr you have to be putting your priest out in the face of Ins congregation. Where was I?’ “In the forest of paycocks,’ your rever ence,” squeaked little Paddy Macgann. “That’s a fine boy, Paddy, to remember what your priest says.’ “Your reverence promised me a penuy the last time I held your horse,’ squeaked Paddy again; upon which there was a great laugh in which his reverence joined. “Well girls,’ continued his reverence, ‘you were all like paycocks, only some had longer tails than others, and very proud you were of them—mighty tine, aud quite uatural; showing them off girls, not to one another, but a toue another. Well there is as you all know, no accounting for drarnes, for all of a sudden who should come on the green, but the Black Gentleman himself! It’s downright earnest I am. I saw as plain as I see you; hoofs and horns there he was; and when you all saw him of course you ran away like hares, and those that had short gowns, got cleau oft tight and tidv, but as for poor Mary Mulvany, all like her [in dress, I meau^ all ho had to do was to put his hoof on the gown tails, and they were done for—pinned for everlasting. Girls! remember the morning drarnes comes true ! If ye make vanity of your gown tails, it’s a sure sign that the devil Now be off every War in a. I>ry-«ood Store* The following comical affair is reported in one of the Philadelphia papers, as hav ing come off in that city a few days since: The incident of the day was an assault on a distinguished dry-goods man in Second street, by Mrs. Dorothy Owen, a lady who sells country produce in High street mar ket. Mrs. Owen, with a basket full of eggs on her arm, went into Mr. ’s store to buy three quarters of a yard of pink sarea- net. The store keeper misunderstanding her, gave her three yards and a quarter of the silk instead of the quantity required. Mrs. Owen laid down a half eagle, and Mr. , of course, took payment for three yards and a quarter. Mrs. 0. protested she called for only three-quarters of a yard. Mr. boldly asserted that the quanity de manded was three yards aud a quarter. Mrs. Owen now tired up, and let Mr. know that she always en ertained a suspicion that he was a rogue, but now suspicion was changed to a certainty. Some other hard words passed between them: and as hard words often lead to something harder, Mrs. Owen made a punch at Mr. . Then Mr. made a masterly retreat to an elevated perch where his desk is fixed, and, there, like an ancient baron in his turreted castle, he bade defiance to bis furious assailant. Mr. , in his imaginary security, forgot Justice.—Stand up, sir. Prisoner.—Can’t do it, sir. Great con stitutional objections to standing. Prefer to sit. Justice.—What’s your name ? Prisoner.—No matter about that, sir. My name is writ in bad brandy, sir. I have brandy us a general thing. Indeed, sir, brandy— Justice.—Silence, sir? What’s your name ? Prisoner.—If I obey you and keep si lence, how will you ever know ray name? Name ? Ah, sir, what’s in a name ? A rose by any other Justice.—No trifl’ng with me, sir. An swer my question at once, or I’ll send you up, Prisoner.—Just where I wanted to go ; just where you’ll send me, whether I an swer you or not. Fact is, my name is no trifiing matter. Sir, I am a Son of a Gun ! Justice.—I fear you are something worse: that the improAements of modern warfare than that. j make the defence of castellated holds a very Prisoner.—True : I’m your prisoner.: precarious undertaking; he forgot, in short, Keep agood watch on me. 1 am remarka-j that the science of projectiles has been ad- bly apt to “go off.” My partiality to salt-j ded to military tactics, and , that cannon petre is decided. My temperament is sul-> balls and shell do tremendous phurous. I go in for carbon and carbines. | a great distance. He I affect a rifle. Muskets are my pride, ’ of this fact or something like it, when Mrs. Colt’s revolvers the idols I worship. Sir,; Owen bethought herself of the basket of my soul is equal to a Paixhau ! A gun ! • eggs on her arm. And although eggs are a gun ! my what-you-call-it for a gun. 1 expensive ammunition at the present time Squire, did you ever “go a gunning ?” No ? being very scarce and costly in proportion, Well, sir, then your leather-headed Charlie ; Mrs. Owen considered that offensive war there—the chap thatjpulled me-out of bed cannon be carried on without pecuniary sac- exeeution at was soon reminded nfice, and submitting to the necessities of the case, she began to bombard the tower or lofty fort iu which Mr. had entrenched himself. The first missile aimed at Mr. face was avoided by a timely dodge, but it took effect on the face of the clock which First Ride on a Railroad. We have oiten thought that to a person who saw a train of cars in motion tor the first time, the sight must be most miracu lous and astonishing. As Jack Down once said, “’twas so queer to see a hull. lot ot wagons chuck full of people and things a- goin’off at that ere speed, and no boss to draw ’em.” A genius of the sort reterred to, lately made his experimental trip, was a greenhorn, a genuine backwoodsman, who feared nothing in the shape of mau or beast, but anything that he could not un derstand puzzled him even more than it did, perhaps, the ordinary run of his tellows. Well, he came to Catersville, a short time since, for the purpose of taking his first railroad trip. , He’d heern tell on’em, but did not be lieve, he said, half the nonsense folks said about ’em: When the cars arrived at the place, our hero was there patiently waiting and much excited and elated, anticipating his intended ride. As the cars approached he stood gazing, with wonder and awe, at the the engine puffing and smoking, hol lowing the example of others, as soon as the cars stopped he hurried aboard, with his saddle-bags'on his arms, and seated himself near a window. Then, looking at the passengers, manifestly much surprised, he put his head out the window to see the “critter start.” While in this position, watching with much anxiety,, whistle Bounded. Our hero, much surprised, and Tlie Project for Crossing tlie Pa' cific by Steam. The following is published respecting the new steam line between England and Australia, via Panama : The long-talked of project for crossing the wide expanse of the Pacific ocean by steam, may be said at length to be in a fair train for eonsumation. In about a year powerful screw steamships will be placed iu the station to run to and from Panama and Sydney, touching at Tahiti and New Zea land. The Australasian Pacific Mail steam Company, recently incorporated by royal chapter, are now pressing forward their ar rangements for taking up the line, and have contracted for the immediate construction of five iron screw steamships, of 1500 tons burthen, and 300 horse power. The ves sels being of iron, it was considered more conducive to the harmony of action for the ship and engines to be included in one con tract; accordingly the builders of the ships will also manufacture the machinery. Mr. li. Napier, of Glaseow, is building two of ships; Messrs, Baird & Co., of Greenswick, one; Messrs, Reid & Co., of Port Glasgow, one; Messrs. Miller Ravehill & Co., ot Lon don, one. The first vessel is to be ready in nine months from the present date, and ; g will-at once be dispatched to Sydney as a j has set his foot on t lem. pioneer of the line, and thence to occupy ; one of you, and let me see J on next Sun t.lip. Pacific station to Panama. The highest day. this morning, I mean—has clearly got the start of you. He has an eye to both spor ting and business. * Justice.—What do you mean, sir ? Prisoner.—Why, he “went a gunning” on his boat this morning. Justice.—I do not understand you, sir. was placed just behind the desk, and a frag Prisoner.—Very likely. If I recollect a-: ment of the shattered glass cut off a small right, you just now asked me my name ? j slice of the store-keeper’s ear, leaving Justice.—Your memory is not at fault. ! enough of the organ however, for any use Pray what is it ? ! or ornament. The next two or three dis Prisoner.—Sir, my name is Gorman Gun i charges were highly creditable to Mrs. Ow- at your service. I am a “Son of Gun,” as 1 en’s skill in*gunnery. One of the rockets vou see, and the hopeless victim of that hit Mr. iu the middle of the forehead, becapped and beclubbed sportsman “brought me up” so unceremoniously this tine cool morning. Justice.—Mr. Gun, I shall be obliged to send you up as a vagrant. Gun.—Very well, sir. I’m ready to “go off.” And “off” Mr. Gun did “go.”—Mb. Reg. the Pacific station to Panama rate of speed possible has been the only condition imposed on the contractors, and it is, therefore, expected that these vessels\perience will provide for the most rapid and regu lar route to Australia. The communica- tion^each way is to be monthly, and the Australasian Company’s steamships will run in correspondence with the direct West India mail steamers from Chagres to South ampton. It is anticipated that Sydney will thus be reached in fifty to fifty-five days from Southampton. Ah, Aunt dear, the tails were cut off to the shoe binding.—Nelly Nowland's Ex- Cass County Presentments.—Two suc- Cissive grand juries in this county have at the late session of that court- made able re The ports on the subjects of intemperance. — - , * • ” - ■ •' — >■— the second moment they heard a scream , and teari ^ A Matrimonial Hint—We remember somewhere to have read a story of a youth, who hesitating in his choice between two young ladies, by both of whom he was be loved, was brought to a decision by means of a rose. It happened one day, as all the three were wandering in a garden, that oue of the girls, in attempting to pluck a new blown rose, wounded her finger with a thorn ; it bled freely ; and applying the petals of a white rose to the wound, she said, smiling, “I am a second Venus; I have dyed the white rose . red. At that presentments of the jurors for week. Dr. Thomas Hamilton, foreman, concluded as follows: “We earnestly request our representatives in the next Legislature to promote the pas sage of an act submitting to a vote of the people the question; whether or not it be their will to have a law enacted suppressing the retail of spirituous liguors in this State. This question, if disconnected with all po litical contests, and left to the calm, sober and- unbiassed expression of public senti ment, we confidently believe will be decided in the affirmative, and the strong arm ot the law, in obedience to popular will, can then be justly exercised in the suppression of this “iniquitous and destroying business. the other lady who loitered behind had met with an accident, hastened back to assist her. The fair one’s scream had been call ed forth by no worse an accident than had befallen her companion. She had angrily thrown away the offending flower, and made so pertinacious and fretful lamenta tion over her wounded finger, that the youth, after a little reflection, resolved on a speedy union with the least handsome, but the more amiable of the two young friends. Happy would it be for many a kind hearted woman did she know by what seeming trifles the affection of those whom she lores may be confirmed or alienated forever.—Ex. Paper. The Crops, Weather, Sec. The St. Francisville (La.) Chronicle, of the 25 th ult., says that the weather for the previous week has been very unpropitious for cotton picking, and must prove of great damage to that which was open. It had rained more or less every day. The Natchitoches Chronicle, of the 25th, also complains of the heavy rains, and says that they will seriously affect the cotton picking. The Point Coupee Echo, of the 25th ult., says : The weather, during the past week, has been very showery—so much so that a great deal of rain has fallen. The picking of cotton has consequently been interrupt ed, we may say for the first time since the commencement of the season. It is now ascertained beyond a doubt that this crop will fall far short of all our former calcula tions, not only- here, but throughout all the South. The following, from the Woodville (Miss) Whig, of the 25th ult., shows that the same causes are affecting the crop in that section : That the cotton crop will be cut short in this county a third or a half by the rot, ev erywhere prevalent, cannot now be doubt ed. From planters in every locality of the county, we have been careful to inquire as lo the extent of . the damage, and' many re port that they are injured beyond the half of their crop. Add to this the constant rains we have had for a week or more, the crop will certainly be cut short, beyond even the forebodings of the planter. The Little Rock (Ark.) True Democrat, of the-21st ult., speaks in more cheering tones, as follows: Never has Arkansas been blessed with a. finer prospect for an abundant crop of ccrn and a fruitful season in all things. The cotton crop, which promises well, may be greatly curtailed by a rainy autumn or the attack of worms, but we may leasonably calculate on more than an average number of bales to the acre. The Clarksville (Texas) Standard, of the 11th inst., says that the cotton is rapidly maturing in that neighborhood, and some of the planters were making good picking. in the middle of the and bursting there poured its unsavory con tents downwards over his nose and mouth Another exploded on his black satin vest, aud left an orange colored line, that appear ed to be a burlesque imitation of a gold guard-chain. The clerks perceiving in what extremity their employer was placed, hast ily endeavored to erect on the counter a breastwork or parapet, composed of bolts of Osnaburgs, Russia duck; and brown shirt ing, to cover the besieged fortress. But Mrs. Owen was not to be baulked by any such engineering. She mounted on a chair, and thence attained the elevation of the counter, and having thus surmounted the enemy’s works, she poured in her fire with such over whelming effect that the besieged party ca pitulated, begging a cessation of hostilities, and promise to “make all right.” This sur render, however, was only a stratagem of war; for Mr. had secietly dispatched one of his young men for a reinforcement, which came flora the police office, and Mrs. Owen, yielding to superior numbers, was made prisoner. The. boll worm, however, has done some damage. The Marshall (Texas) Patriot, of the 11th ult., says the crops of all kinds are very a- bundant this season, and adds : Indian corn is ready to harvest and is very abundant, and will not command more than from thirty to forty cents per bushel. Cotton will go beyond an average, being eoo late for any ordinary disaster. Many planters are making good progress picking Gem Pierce visited the horticultural ex hibition in Boston on Thursday last. A Hugging Scrape.—“Acorn,” the Bos ton correspondent of the New York Spirit of the Times, tells the following story: A few days since, some “bloods” residing at Nahant had rare sport. A number of the friends of the Maine liquor law, with a posse of constables, proceeded to Drew’s Hotel, for the purpose ofiseizing a quantity of the “enemy that steals away men’s brains,” and that wag of a fellow Sam Loring, whilom of the Tremont, getting wind of the intended proceeding, and, having the fear of the law before his eyes, resolved not to break the peace of the commonwealth himself, nor al low the inmates of the hotel to do so by any overt act, yet he was still desirous of giving to the party an affectionate receptionl Con sequently, he summoned all the scrub wo men about the house (some fifteen lusty Irishwomen,) and agreed to give them three dollars each if they would allow themselves to be covered from head to foot with soft soap and grease; and, immediately upon the informers and pimps entering the house, each one was to seize her man, and com mence embracing him in the most affection ate manner, to which they all at once agreed. Sam immediately gave each woman a thick coating of bacon grease, and over that cov ered a thick coat of mustard and molasses; and thus arrayed and bedaubed, they await ed the arrival of their expected visiters, whom, upon entering the rotunda of the ho tel, were each instantly seized by a stout, well-greased Irishwoman with a hug that nearer resembled that of a fall grown she- bear than any thiug that I can describe. The party soon began to cry pecavi, and beg for their lives, which was spared them, but not until they were well bedaubed with a heterogeneous mixture, not the most a- agreeable in smell or appearance, and, as they sneaked out the back door, looked like individuals resolved never again to attempt seizing liquor until they had become satis fied there were no greased women about! The Perils of Matrimonial Life* We turned aside from our path for a space to visit an object of curiosity, which is one of the “lions” of the Eastern Shore. This is an ancient vault, belonging to the Guslis family, a branch of the same stock with which Washington intermarried. It lies upon a fine old farmstead, looking out upt>n the bay. At occupies the centre of a large field, the only prominent object, shel tered by some old trees. This vault is of white marble, elaborately carved in London iu a state of dilapidation. The curious fea ture about it consists in its inscription, which runs thua: “Under this marble tomb lies the body of the Hox. John Cusms, Esq., of the city of Williamsburg, and parish of Carton ; formerly of Hungar’s Parish, on the Eastern shore of Mirgiuia, and county of Northampton, aged 71 years, and yet liv ed but seven years, which was the space of time he kept a Bachelor's House at Arling ton, on the Eastern shore of Virginia.” This inscription, we are told by another on the opposite side, was put on the tomb by his own positive orders. The gist of it, our lady readers will be pleased to perceive, consists in the hues we have italicised; the furce of which will be better felt and un derstood from the additional fact, which does not appear, that this bachelor, who lived in bis bachelor eon.iition, was actual ly married three times ! His experience, if we are to believe his epitaph, was greatly adverse to the idea of any happiness in the marriage state ; yet how strange that he should have ventured thrice upon it! The natural conclusion is, that Hon. JohnCustis was a singular, just and conscientious man, who unwilling to do the sex any wrong by premature judgment, gave them a full trial, at the expense of his own happiness, pronounced judgment only after his repea ted experiments. Tradition has preserved anecdotes of the sort of experience which he enjoyed in the marriage Btate, one of which I will relate. It appears that he was dri ving out in his ancient coach with one of his wives, and to do him justice we must as sure the reader that he had but one at a time—and in the neighborhood of the ve ry spot to'wbich we ourself are tending— Cape Charles. A matrimonial discussion ensued between the pair, which warmed at they proceeded. The lord grew angry, the lady vociferous. “It was the diamond,” said one—and “I insist,” quoth the other, “that it was the club” “You will drive me mad I” cried John Custis. “I should call that admirable driving !” retorted the wife. By 1” he exclaimed, “if you sty another word I will drive down into the tea! They were even upon the beach. “Another word!” screamed the lady. “Drive where you please,” she added. “In to the sea I can go as deep as you dare go, any day !” He became furious, took her at her word, and drove the horses and chariot into the ocean. They began to swim. He held in looked into her face, and she laughed in hit. “Why do you stop I” she demanded ex- ultingly, not a whit alarmed. “You are a devil!” he exclaimed, turn ing his horses about aud making for the- shore with all expedition. “Pooh ! pooh 1 laughed his tormentor. “Learn from this fact that there is no plaoo where you dare to go, where I dare not ac company you.” “Even to——— 1” “The only exception,” she answered, The Cholera is raging severely in the counties of Owen and Grant, Ky. with a chuckle; there, my dear, I leave you/ She had conquered. He never drove in at Cape Charles again but groaned with the recollection of tha seven years’ bachelor life at Arlington.— Correspondent of the Charleston Evening News, Webster and Jenkins in Boston.—-A dis patch from Boston, dated the first inst. says: “The Webster Club held a meeting at Art Union Hall this evening, which was fully attended. Several spirited speeches were made, and the greatest enthusiasm prevailed. The prospects of Daniel Webster were never brighter in the old Bay State. The people are fully aroused. Clubs are form ing in several of the wards in the city, and a grand Webster meeting will be held in Faneui! Hall next week, at which time some of the ablest whigs in the State will take * the stump.” Death from a Fall.—About 2 o’clock yesterday morning, the body of Mr. B. P. Tyler was found in the alley of the Eagle and Phoenix Hotel. It was first diavover- ed by one of the boarders, who was attrac ted to the spot by his loud groans. His room was in the third story of the hotel, and it ie supposed he took a seat on the window, went to sleep and fell out. He lived about a half hour after he was picked up, but wis unable to speak. Mr. Tyler, we learn, re sided at Graniieville, where he kept a store. He has relatives living in Ghaileston, to whom the intelligence of his melancholy death will be a source of grief.—Augusts Constitutionalist of yesterday. Pathetic Obituary.—A Western announces the death of a lady of his tance, and thus touchingly adds: In her decease the side lost an ble friend. Long will she seem to v their bedside, as she was wont, vri : balm of consolation in on* hand, and a t of rhubarb in the other