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POETRY: From the N. 1. Evening Star. The late Catastrophe at Trenton Falls Loud roar’d the mad torrent, the cataract thun der'd, While dash’d the white foam on die sprav beaten cliff ; Beneath the swift rapids the smooth waters ' slumber'd, Where safely the fisherman anchor'd his sknf.! Sublime was the prospect —the wild waters gliding, Uncurb’d in tbeir grandeur, terrific their sweep , Below the fierce whirlpool, the tiny bark riding, Secure on the waves, cairn as infancy’s sleep. ’Twas there, with Lis daughter, a fond parent wander’d, To gaie or. the waterfall, awful and wild ; As o'er the deep ravine of terrors lie ponder’d, . More close to his bosom he fondled bis child. From the cheek of Xerlina the lilies of terror Soon faded before the young roses of joy, When her father, ah fatal the death-winged error! Confided liis child to lire page—a mere boy ! ( A moment, he turned from the prospect appal ling, When burst an Iris ear the heart-rending shriek; Oh horror l , the page, with his darling, had fallen Down the dark gulf, from the rock-girdled peak. In vain the fond parent spurn'd dangers before I him— Despair set her seal on bis efforts to save, And sorrow her dark cloud of anguish veil’d o’er him, For hferlina had found in the whirlpool a grave- By the wild waterfall, wiiere the demon of di»n ger, Enthron’d mid her crags, wields the sceptre of doom, Shall fall the big tear, from the sorrowing stran ger. For her who so early hath found there a tomb. And a prayer shall come, like a mist o’er the water, Where, troubled, the dark waves their dirge eddies roll, That mercy may yield him who lost there his daughter, A rainbow of hope in his sorrow of soul. Remember Me. When meets thin eye this bumble lay In solitude’s most pensive hour, Wilt thou permit one thought to stray Unto the bard who dar’d to pour His unadorning song to thee ! Ob ! wilt thou then remember me ? When with the young, the fair, the gay, Thou glidest down the glittering hall, I will not dare, ’mid this display, Ask thee my mem’ry to recall ; No— all the boon I seek from thee, This scene when past, remember me. When bill’d upon the lap of ease, And other friends about thee throng, If thought of me could mar thy peace, Or cast a shade tliy joys among, I wish it not, my prayer shall be, Should sorrow come—remember me. Remember one, whose soul of gloom Bright moments seldom come to bless, Who rarely sees a floweret bloom U|>on his life’s lone wilderness, But who will deem it joy to be Held in remembrance kind by thee. L. Books and Women.— X good book and a £ood woman are excellcn tilings for those who know how to appreciate their value.— There are men, however, w ho judge of both Qpm the beauty of tjic-ir cpycrirqj. slumber'd, . - 11—mi—— TTWi. - - _ . - ■ llfi kSi IXLA.WXH Ns / rent e tiu Ismi J. R,publican.. A NtGHT IN NAPLES. CHAPTER 1. 1 here youth lavished its t.ue bloom an 1 youth, ’ 11 the unwholesome press tit flush J and crowded wassaiiers, and was ted Its hours ol rest in dreaming th s was pleas ure.” In a brilliantly illuminated apartment of the Palazzo Trevisanno, were assembled a band ol the choice spirits of Naples, seat arouud a massive table covered with bottles ol sparkliV.g wine; they laughed and shout ed, and gave loose reins to the wild pas sions that w ine ever generates in the bosom of the young and thoughtless. Their dres ses glittering with gold and gems, gave ev idence of their rank and wealth, ev<-:y thing, from die magnificent decorations of the room to the livery of the numerous ser vants, told ol princely power and splendor. ‘Cresareo’ sain the young and dissipated Conde Lioni, ‘how fires thy suit with the lair Beatrice, hath the old Count relented in the matter of the ducats?’ ‘Relented! Corpo di Baccho—he has locked Beatrice in her room, and sworn by every saint in the calendar, that she shall starve ii she dares to breathe my mime.’ ‘ Proavo tells me he requires ten thou sand ducats settled on her ere he will con sent.’ *’Tis true, and I have not a hundredth P a rl—but hark ye Leoni, dost know Cas elli.’ ‘The miser, your unde—rich too, report says, a second Signor Croesus; are there no holes in bis money bags?’ ‘Nay, Leoni, but, this way a little,there are Bravos in Naples, and deep water in the bay.’ ‘I understand, to-morrow night we’ll drink to the memory of your departed un de, and then, Cterareo; the Conde will surely relent, the tingle of Caselli’s gold will charm his soul, and Beatrice is thine.’ CM APTER 11. “They game, carouse, converse, or whet the brand; Select the aims—to each his blade assign, And careless eye the blood that dims its shine.” ‘ A song! a song! exclaimed some half dozen stentorian voices, ‘ song from Senor Stephano.’ And as they spoke, the indi- j vidua) named poured out a full goblet of I Lachrymac Christi, the celebrated wine of Southern Italy, and raising the cup to bis lips drained off the contents, and then sit ting it down again with a deep drawn sigh, thus spoke: ‘So ye would have a song my good friends, well 1 hate torelvse so simple a re quest from such sweet voices, but before I begin Sonora Agnese, just pour me out an other drop of that good w ine, it’s hard work to sing w ith a dry throat'—and down went another cup of his favorite. ‘ What will ye have my friends, love or war?’ Shall I give you one of ourold bandit songs, or shall 1 sing to please little Agnese here at my side.’ ‘Oh! sing i<»r me,’ exclaimed the dark eyed brunette, ‘and sing that song I love to hear so much.’ The bravo, for stu b he was, leaning back in his chair, and fixing his large lustrous | eyes on the last speaker, struck with ask’d- I ltd band Lis guitar, and in a strong, rich j voice, sung the following words to a favor- I ite Italian air: “ Tell me, —the charms that lovers seek lu the clear eye and blushing cheek, The hues that play O’er rosy lip and brow of snow, — V, hen lieary age approaches slow, Ah, where are they ! Where are the high born dames—and where ' Their gay attire, and jewelled hair, And odours sweet ? Who re are the gentle knights that came To kneel and breathe Jove’s ardent flame Low at their feel? \\ here is the song of Troubadour, W here are the lute and gay tambour They loved of yore! V. here is the merry dance of old, The flowing robes inwrought with gold, The dancers wore!” Bravos and bravissimas resounded thro’ ! the arched ceilings, as throwing the guitar j from him, the Bravo rose, and draining a third goblet of wine, beckoned to a short stout man seated at the further end of the table. ‘Come Carlo, we must be going; Sig nors and Signoras, we must leave your so- I ciety for a few moments, as we have a slight job in hand.’ ‘Ay, ay,’ exclaimed a tall swarthy man who sat near Stephano, ‘one can hardly guess what business can draw you and Car lo from II Carlito, at this hour.’ Well, well, Don Jose, it matters not what may call us forth, and a still tongue often saves a deal of trouble—so I advise you to say no more about it.’ So speaking, the | iwo desperadoes left the hall. The sullen Spaniard was the first to break the silence. ‘ It seems to me that yon Stephano bear* himself rather haughtily of late; if we dare but speak a word in his presence, his stilet to is half unsheathed.’ ‘ Health to Stephano,’ interrupted anoth er king of the bravos—‘he is well enough for me, and don’t want any one to meddle in his business any more than I do in mine.’ ‘Come, come,’ warbled out a little ma donna-formed beauty, ‘we will have no quarrelling to-night, so beware Senor Don Jose, or I shall let Stephano into a little se cret of yours; nay, nevCr frown man, I fear you not.’ While she spoke, the Spaniard became deadly pale, and involuntarily laid his hand on the handle of his ready dagger; with an effort he suppressed his rage, and answered with a forced laugh, ‘ If it is vour w Mi Si; 1 11- ora, I will not speak of I im again to-niulit, but,’ and a grim smile passed over his coun tenance, ‘ the time will come.’ iRIELEBGEVIUE, GEOROIAy TUESDAI 1 ORJJj > . ’9 W ' CHAPTER Hi. I “Be patient but ’till midnight, Net all m re.idine.vs to strike the blow, !’• .haps in a 1. w hours ; we have long waited ! lora hi lim<—that hour is on the dial.” Steph >ii>> and bis comrade, after leaving , the revellers, ptoceeded by various narrow j lanes and through intricate turnings, until j they sink truly emerged into the open space of the Strada di Toledo oi Naples. The night was dark and gloomy, an J well suited the sanguinary purpose of these midnight assassins. There was no light to be seen lin the long still street, save where a solitary j ray from lite lamp of some benighted aitisan struggled forth from the half opened case ment. Just as they left the shade of the Cathedral tolled the solemn hour of mid night——its hollow reverberations sounding through its lofty cloisters like distant thmC der. Crossing the broad street, the two I Bravocs secreted tlreinsclves in a niche where formerly la sto d he statue of some pa ron saint, which pad fallen a sacrifice to the re publican notions ol the French army, some two or three years before the time of onr story. • A pretty night this, and a pretty- busi ness, comrade Stephano, to be standing here in this cursed hole, while our friends are drinking our I ealth at II Carlito in the best bino Greco in Naples., ‘Santa Maria!’ exclaiming Stephano, ‘ why Carlo has forgotten the rewaid, and turned coward now when our best job for this six months is on hand ? What if they are drinking our healths, there is many a good bottle left yet in the stone vault—so cheer up Carlo am! remember the ducats., Il s well enough mi capitano, lor young Ca’sarco to promise us money that is now J in Ins uncle's chest. For my part I‘d a little rather have the gold beforehand, after : the deed is done lie may denounce us as murderers, mid then—,, “And th;* 11,“ iiiturrnpted Stephano, “we will serve himjust as we intend serving his , uncle to-night, send him on a a visit to the | fishes in this handsom.v bay of ours, or ' throw a piece of lead in his body. No, no depend upon it Carlo, the young spend-i thrill has too much dread of St. Stephano j to attempt to cheat him.,, “ But are you sure Caesareo has bribed his uncle's servant / that might be trouble some ?„ “ Do not fear for that, good Carlo, we ! shall have but g to clash a blade or two, and j i'll warrant the rascals will be off, and then one blow will finish the old man's bu siness, ami by tomorrow we are in possess- i ion ol a thousand ducats. ‘ 1 Lal's all very well as 1 said before, but you see, there is a report that old Cas elli iris heard some strange stories about bis nephew, an 1 has charged his will; in that case I liar Senor Cmtareo will be a long i lime in paying us for our trouble,, ‘ h ear not that, comrade, for the rascal visited his unde this very day, and made ' the old man believe him a very angel. But his! stand father back good Carlo, that sounds like a party of the Shirri.and should they catch a glimpse of us, old Cassellli ; will yet sleep at home., He had hardly done Speaking before the heavy tramp of iron shod heels told that the < bravo was right; they passed on without suspicions, and were >oon lost in darkness. ! CHAPTER IV. “ Smile on—nor venture to unmask. I Man’sheart, A view the hell that's there.’ A rit hly chased silver lamp was sttspen-| ded from the arched ceiling—splendt d dam- I ask curtains fell in heavy folds over the I one deep window which lighted the apart-J ment. Around the sides extended large arabesque book cases ami over the gate w ;is ' suspended the full length portrait of a man ; in military costtime, at his breart were the brilliant stars ol several orders and on the , handle ol a rich inlaid dagger which lav at 1 his feet were seen inscribed the the words Prince de Montegro,’ A table of ancient form and skilful workmanship stood in the centre of the apartment covered with pa pers. It was night, the curtains were drawn, and the lamp shed its mellow light on the countenance of two indh idtiajs seated by the table. One of these a tail nobld look ing man was attired in (he fadiion <ble mlli- j tary undress of the day, and too nearly resemided the figure whit h hung over him io be mistaken for an instant. The other was an old man apparently about seventy, he was busily engaged in writing, but an attentive observer“could not avoid remark ing the almost fiendish expression of his face as be occasionally fixed his malignant gaze on the averted features of (lie Prince. At length having folded and sealed the pa per on which he was occupied, he suddenl, addressed bis employer. “ dlyoitr lliglmess condecend to sign the deed now,” and he pushed his inkstand 'an I pen to the otcer side of the table. The i Prince made no answer to the question, but ' with his forehead leaning on his baud seem ed engaged in deep iirmght: again the old man addressed him, and this time there was a sharpness in bis tones that seemed to grate upon the Prince s ear : he sprang up from his seat and fixed Ids dark and pierc ing eye full on the old man. “ VV relcb, is it not enough that yon have swindled me out of my wealth, ami made me waste the lair property of mv lather, but you must add the insolence of your base tounge?” “O ! well if your highness chooses to to get in a rage,you must find some one else to lend you money? And he rose and gathering the papers whi< h were scattered around prepared t > departs. “ Stop,” said the Prince, and the old usurer again took his seat, -‘ hand me the deed and I will sign away the last foot ol 'and which remains of my once noble es tate.” “ Vour Highness may suityourselfabout doing it now; there are mote nobles tian yotirsed that would be glad to einbrace such I reasonable terms, O.tf H'< —<>)>>• tin;n irij- ffj~< ;• , jh g. “Weil say no more my good Caselli,i here's the deed, and now good niuht.“ “ Would your Highnes:- <5 “No, no, nothing more to-night; you will fmd my valet < t h > door, be will show you out.., CHBPTER V. “ But say on— '.Vhat lias occurred some rash and sudden broil 1 A cup too touch, a scuffle and a stab ! Mere things of every day I” Again the bell of St. Marks told that a nother hour had taken its flight ; not a sound was to be heard in the deserted street, ail Naples seemed to be buried in one deep deep ; at this moment the door of the Prince de Monlegro’s palace was quickly opened, and the same old man issued forth closely wrapped in the heavy folds of a Spanid) mantilla and leaning upon the arm of one of his servants, behind him came three more, hastily descending the marble steps, and proceeded at a rapid pace down street. “ Dost thou think, good Antonio,’ said Caselli,addressing the man who walked with him, “ there is any danger from these straggling Carbonari, who are said to infest our streets ?” “ Tis said,’ answered the man, that nu merous murders have been committed o: late, hut the Sbirri are very watchful.’ During tbis’discourse the small pat ty had reached ibe place where the two Bravos were concealed, and Antonio had scarce!', finished speaking when the torch which h< carried was struck from his hand, and he himself nearly thrown down by the atti c . at the same instant Carlo plunged his stilet to in the bosom of old Castelii who fell hea vy to the ground : Antonio fled with the other attendants, leaving a clear field to die assassons; Caselli groaned and attempted to rise but was met by the point of’Stepha no’s dagger which pierced his heart, and he rolled over a senseless corpse; lifting the body, the two then proceeded to bear it to the mole—a heavy plunge, a ripple a gainsttiie wall, and all that remained of the rich and miserly Caselli, rested beneath the green waves of tne Adriatic. From the Southern Literary Journal. THE INFLUENCE OF MUSIC. BV TOM TROTTER. “ Many, for want of wit, shall sell their freehold for tobacco, pipes and red petti coats.”— The Pcnnyless Parliament tj Thread-bare Poets.”— Har. Ms. 1 vol. I came to this country just after the rev olutionary war, and having some knowl edge of accounts, was taken into the em ploy of Messrs. R. S. tk. Co., importing merchantsol Charleston. Mycliicl occu pation was the collection of accounts, and let me not be charged with vanity, when I affirm that in this department I had no e qual. The art was a genius in me—it fit me as easily as the brogues I brought from the old country, and lasted as long—even unto ibis day ! I knew (he cut and ct.lor of every maids coal—bis gait—the streets and corners be frequented—his voice and step in Hie dark—in a word, 1 was up to my business, and manywere the dollars i coaxed, frightened, or screwed out of that class of hopeless humanity, “who live by their wits” and are “ gentlemen in their cloth.” I never was bafflled but once, and that, too, by an admirable extempore li ver. Dick, or propt rly, Col. Dick Dashail, was one ol your rau i ig, roi u ri: g, rakish fellows, who kt paid his debts with dainincs,” The credits, or as he called (hem, “ the ticks,” lie contracted at the stores, were as numerous as hi; drafts of wine per diem, and these were not a few, nor in glasses not so big as a (ailor’s thimble ; for Dick’s “consumptions” were “ ale tubs” when he sung “ Queen Dido.” “He couid des patch” hi.- lour bottles at a sitting, without concealing a drop in bis boots, (as many ol .he “ callants of the time were olten com pelled to do) and afterwards walk a crack w ith a bumper in bis hand; and what is more, no one suffered by liis immense “ pottles,” but Messrs. R. S. &. Co. lie was the very beau ideal of bacchant life, and very like in feature and person to that guest whom, we are told by a poem in 1(593. “ Bacchus bad to his fi a-t.” 1 will let ibe poet desciibeour hero: “ I is nose u «is ruddy* <is I And bending its the faucon's beene. ills thin heire aluh; <hd sit. Winch represents a woodcock’s wit; et bald with all was Tnpsay found, With eats side hanging like a hound. If is eyes were fiery on each side, His o'ouili was open gaping w ide, JI is lippes great as a cable-rope, liis teeth white as wash! insope. I pon his cliiimc a wart did grow, Baccho; thereby might well him know. His leggs they w ere so crooked scene, A yoked iiog might run between. zVnd be e de c ibed is the gtie-t, V\ inch Bacchus had unto iris feast.” Dick, as a dunnee, far surpassed my op posite pretensions ; ami with hi- large ar qtiainlance of strategy, would have been just the man to lead in the Seminole war. Many Were the tricks he played before high Heaven, to avoid the demand—“ Pray, sir, can you let me have that?” I could never utter more than “ Pray, sir,” whin something would interrupt the completion of the sentence. So often did this occur, that my pride was enlisted to follow him ev ery where, and dun him. I knew he was a fighting character, apt! at first was a little Jiy : but, after awhile, I became his shad ow, yet never could 1 get farther than— “ Pray, sir.” One morning 1 met him in Broadstreel, and ;.s I was about to make a demand, (fie waul swept away his handker chief, and running as he should after it, I lost sight of him in the crowd. Another time, I saw him passing a gentleman wit!) whom he had lately had an affair of honor. True, there bad been a re onciliation, but no good feeling existed between then). Now, thought I, is my time—he surely will not drop iii.-, Ii mdke r< hies again. I gained 1 upon him—my hand was almost touching bis shoulder—my momh was nigber his ear than the serpent’s to Eve's in the “ Pic- j tare”—when Io ! —to my discomfiture, he ! addressed Irimseif to liis late anlagtmisi,; with a confidi iilial manner, that kept me at an unobtrusive distance, la fine, J believe be would have shaken hands with the devil, out of spite, or to baffle me. However, I was not to be outdone. God created not the world in a day, nor could Tom Trotter catc h this “ sharking parfi< i pie” in a moment, liis twistings and tur tdngs I thought to untwist and out-turn. And I say my character—w ithout which ;tll is trasli —was at stake. The honor of my craft was c oncerned. He bad over-reached me, and ah< ady cost me two or three pair of Carolina boots, trotting after him. 1 be came as vinri’u live as one “ Banished Lord” m y our magazine, Alr. Editor, and deter mined, dun him I would, even at the cost of i broken lie..d. I understood he was togive a wine.party one evening, and selected it for the occasion >t my triumph. As often, before, as I visit d iris house, he would stand at the window mil order his servant, in my bearing, to ’•ring me tins messagi—“ Simuiu the gen- Icmau call to loan money, say 1 am at home ; if for any other purpose, say I am not.” As I approached the house, I heard a mi >hty uproar—a minglmg of all sortsol msirumeut-;, aceompanying the sing us “ Had ColumlJ i, happy land,” which a lew sten orian voices were roaring out. Allbe end of each verse, there would be tillered — “ br<vo’’—“fine”—“ damn it, sir, gica .” Wh it ibe singers came to the last verse, lie company rose, and holding hands— or, it the words ol Shakspeare, locking their lily’ fitigeis one in one, as they stood around the table,joined in die chorus; then sitting down, they commenced a glee— “ Very good song, very well song. Jolly companions ev’ry one,” &c. whirl) ended with a shout, and a rattling of glasses and decanters. Aher this clatter subsided, I rapped at the door—the servant came—“ Is vour Mas ter in.”—“ Your name, sir ?” 1 gave it. “Tnen 1 will sec, sir,” was Iris impeul’meut ans ver. 1 heard him deliver my address. “ Can’t see him,,’ was the reply—“have companv.” file servant vv;is returning. “Stop, bov,” -aid Dick, and directly' there, was a wiri-- pei’iDg ar.simd the table, and now and then a smothered laugh. “ Boy,” said Di> k, elevating his voice—“ask him in.” 1 s.rewed my sell upto llic-dutmmg. point, and entered. “ Allow me,” sail! Dick, with the tilmosi gravity, “ to ml rm luce io your acquaint a nee my iastparable friend, i\lr. Tom Troller.” He then rather forced than persuaded me to sit on his right. “ M ine, boy,” was the immediate order. ‘‘ Alt respects, Mr. Trotter.” Thank you str, oi com'sc 1 I replied, at a time I wished that the wine of my employers would choke him. “ We have been entertaining ourselves witii > little mush —do you fancy ii, sir ?” “ Yes, sir, 1 replied, .-idlingto him, and preparing to put “ the question.” Tom,” said he, addiess’ug one who wore a check shu t—“ it is a cliarmmg influence.” “ Charming,” exclaimed Tom—“ ol:, it is like tiie voices of angels— music is in urli’ idatc portiy— it is a divine art—it haii: clra ms t<> — 1 heie bent towards Die!;, and to divert me he continued the quotation—“ to soothe the savage breast—and—and—?vlr. Trot ter, who is the author of that line—Alilton or Esop ?” “ Neither, sir.” “Ay ah, ah, ba—yes, sir,” he went on, as he saw me compress my lips to utter (he "or i, “ pray —“ yes, to sooth the sav’age breast—it i music is (he food of love, as they say m (he play—so give us Yankee Do >dle.” Upon which the band struck up, and 1 was silenced. “Hohl, Di< k ordered. The music cea sed, ami 1 wa- bending again, ami forsooth the hard breathing- oi’ one, as jf afieeled witii croup, whizzed in my car.. “Mr. 1 roller, ’ said this gentleman, with a face as led as a lobster, and eyes squinting be tween a skepingand awaking look—“"Wine with you, sir.” I sipped. ' “ Alusie,” be continued ; “ Mr. Tro ter,yon don’t know its power—(lris horn”—as he whirled it wit.rin a hair's bremiih ofbrenking my nose —“is a noble one—i( can do any dring, and will show how Handel, with it, imita ted the hopping of f ogs and the buzzing ol flies, m In- ‘L-ra.el in Egypt.’ And then he blew a blast that Hand; I him.-clf rnmld hear, k t him be wb- revc r lie may he in the next world—it almost split my head. “ That is not equal i o Froberger, Air. i roitcr, ’ said anoiher liopeful, “ i.e leprc sented m an .d'emand Count Thorn's es cape over the Rhine by twenty eaiaraets or fall.-, ’m notes, thtus—viz nH d here the gentleman flourished on his clarionet, .-vyry imwjmd then -tamping his feet, and sniveling like a goat. “ Fuat w as notliing,” said another to me “ Ixixieuude explained the nature of the planets on the harp.” “ Poll,” exclaimed Tom, “ why Thom son stole his poem from Vivaldi’s musical description of the four seasons.” “ The devil lie did ?”—inquired Bob, a notorious wag—“l did’nt know that be fore.” “ Music, Air. Trotter, afl'ordsother pleasures be-ides these of imitation—yes, I sir—yes, Mr. I rotter-—for instance were 1 , to strike yon with a stick on ibe head (he 1 blow would ever after be associated in your , mind with the sound ‘ Whack !’ ' As ociatimi, gentlemen, you have overlook < d. “ But tha t ccrtainlv would not be a plea- I sure, sir”—l observed. I “ Cer<ain'y not to you” lie repl’ed, with a very suspicious leer-—“ understand me, however, sir, as having reference to my own pleasure— you know that one’s own experience, or const iousnCss, is the rule that governs ail in the study of metapliy bit ! * “Precisely,” said Dick-—“precisely, x be sound' oi Air. Trotter’s voice, so musi cal m ikelf, associate- in my mind one of those iustrfiices, which will account for the now lost iufiuem eof ancient music. It occurred not far from where I am silting, ibeie v»a» a man, 1 don’t say gentleman, but a dtnmer—he was sly of soul, and en larged iris month by dunning—for too much talk wilt enlarge the mouth, you know—no 1 offence,” he continued, as lie bowed to the table, “present company always except ed.” Damn him, fee antic i trUrTa Targe mouth. “Ueli,” said Dick—‘‘this ilea—mark me, gentleman—ibis flea, that skipped from ifie congenial aide of Iris currish abode, to i suck the gentle blood of such as vou ali ; are, came to the bouse of a f iend of mine, ■ .ind was so charmed with the musicl.e there ' Heard, that he never thought of dunning at ' all, and went home and declared that he tie- i ver w ould!” ; “Wonderful!” exclaimed all—“ is it pos-! sible!— wiiut do you think of that, Air. Trotter?” i was maddened, and boldly addressed the master of these revels. “ But did he bear, or could be hear?” For immediate- ' ly there was an iiiferuai jar of catgut, reeds j and French horns; and, what vexed me j most, wa- to behold Dick seemingly ravish- i keeping lime with fii- legs and hands ' —turning up Ins eyes, ttnd u ’tiding assent | to every tiling 1 said, when 1 knew I.e could I not lieara word.; for 1 could not hear my- [ self. And litis burly burly was centiuued , until 1 resumed my seat. Not to be outdone, I concealed my anger. I feared that, unless 1 did so, these rioters might make me fly out of the window with out wings. 1 noted that tire musicians played all the time I leaned towards Dick, ami ceased when 1 resumed an erect posi- j tian. So I thought 1 would outwit them. 1 and leaning forward, the music was again ! co., mi nced. Waiting in this attitude for about t’u minutes, to punish a ghost-like fellow who blew cue of the French horns beside me, and in his effort was sweating like tn eel on a gridiron, I at length drew myself ba< k. The music, as usual, ceas-I ed; and, then, with a sudden dart ofmv bps to Dick’s ear, I had got as far as '■'Pray s:r"— tv ben oil! this curse of all the milita ry bamls I ever heard ia Charleston—this French horn was blown in my ear by the same lank creature whose exertions, 1 thought, had melted away bis strength if I not Irislife. Upon which Dick exclaimed, I rubbing his hands—“ Thank you, Air. Nail,! I am indebted to you for that piano note. It puts me in mind of Rossini. There is | an anecdote cf him. “Boy, wine”—he ! continued, as he saw (he fixod intent in mv ■ ‘•y es—‘■‘help yourself, Mr. Nail, Mr. Trot- | ter will pledge.” He lied, I never told him so; but 1 bad to sip my wine. “Well, Rossini—silence that cackling hen, lioy” —never the one did I hear. “The earth must keep silence,” he went o ; to Sriy, “when 1 speak of Rossini. Well, he was slighted one night at Dresden by the opera fashionables, ami resented it after ibis f.tshimi—Bob,” said ire, “you are not attending,” and he gavelrima wink. “Well, for the next night lie composed a brilliant overture. The audience were now deliihted; they showed no disrespect to this musical Napoleon! They were in raptures! Not every instrument iiMl taken its part; some were reserved for the grand diapason of harmony for which Rossini is so famous; this, however, was anticipated. First the notes of one of the reserved in struments would fall in—then thoseof ano ther, and ol another, and so in succession, um'd every instrument lent its melody to flu-rich harmony of the orchestra, except the octave flute. Every ear was fixed— every eye sparkled—every hand lifted to applaud—the sublime climax was about to be made—the edge of tire sun to a benight ed world was rising out of the mountains— it beamed out gradually —it now showed its genial face—nearly all of il-only the shrill notes oi the sweet fife-octave was to come —blit oh, Rosini, thou god of fantasy!— just then the music ceased, when each artist was seen to strike his instrument three times on the sconce before him, in time to the piercing “tuttle, tuttle, tattle,” of a fife! “The effect on the audience was sublime —it seemed as if’tliey had been turned to stone, or as if the world had been silenced with a stroke of the palsy. “Before they had time to recover them selves, or divine the motive of this pause, the orchestra glided off into ncliarmmg air, the beauties of which soon appeased the feel ngs of those who might have been of feiiih d. liiqrerceptibly it melted into the original overture- —the same instruments were again reserved, and then successively were added, as the grand diapason was ap proaching. The audience were more anx ious than ever—the time had arrived heiirts were swelling—eyes trlrtieritia—lips quivering'—fair liearts were henving—while arms were wavi ig in the dazzling liuht.- But lo!—the music ceased, and then the or chestra played something like a Scotch jig, each artist, every now and then, rapping his instrument on the sconce iiefore him. lon woold see one of them rapping his neighbor’s nose, while another would be cro-»in t ; the how of the viobncello on the neck of a flutist, whose head was bobbing ' p and down, like a Muscovy drake's. Upon the whole, there never was such an instance of so grotesque ami <1: oil ti concert, or of so signal a revenge for an enraged ar tist. True, he was put to flight, but be had | shot the Parthian arrow.” Glorious,” cried Bob—“ let’s have it, ; fie t' incu—a Lumper t> Rossini—tlurf, j down with it—leave not a drop—fair, gen tlemen—honor bright—turn down glasses, 1' S. s, i ;.z \ V €>• ij j !■’F? sy. g. Glorbus—oh, brave I.- ;’. |. : V( . ' that jg over—cetqe —lmz;,a—,,,, <<, , And so they v.eiit ol it, p! y knows what— such an omnium bruin rum f never beheld. They rut evr ry at.th . af;d uttered every sound. Sum-' were n Ring anout the room, others w -re :tumbling evs r the chair—some (eying to “ walk a <-i ack,” while some were leaping over the iirble. 1 here were two of them, in their efforts to embrace, pushing their lighted cigars into one another’s faces. Here a corpulent ep>i cure fay asleiji on his back while another iiad made a pillow on Lis obese stomach, and siing between bis Imcouglis—“ Here’s a health to al! good lasses.” Another stood with a foot on i itberchiiir, end hugged two bottles most.afi’ei tionatcly, while a dapper beau,jis l i( . pr aised the fair, xyus uncoiicious of the claret mat tricLL d on liis silk knee breeches. In short, all were drunk, if not crazy. “ Bravo, boys,” exclaimed Bob—“ clear t!ie table—the (male—the finale!” “ a he finale—the finale ! ’ sonae bawled, while otlrers only hiccoughed, “ t|i°fin-a-le, the—fin-a-le.” “ Alount tiie fable,Dick,” continued Bob, “ mount, my noble fellow-—-up with you ! then take the gentleman on your right”— that was I. Dick leapton the table, ami they were wilder than ever. They first ran roimet the table—then a towel-hearer and a wine bearer approached Dicl.—one he'd a glass ofwine lo his mouth, and while the other was rubbing his stomach, the company sung, “ See bow it goes dow n his gullet,” uu'.il Dick drank tire w ine. Then every instrument was sounded in discord, and every'voice raised to its compass. Amidist this tinearth'y racket, some of them would touch Dick on various parts of bis body ami bead. I, however, thought there was not “ a keeping” in their madness, for they touched, and did not strike Dick. “Hunan.—hurrah,” —cried Bob—“ you are iipmortal—leap over my bead”—upon which Dick leapt as lie was bidden. “ Vx Lo,” continued Bob, “ sat on you right!” “ Mr. Log Trotter,” was tire answer, and all yelped, “ Air. Bog Troth r—well, up with him on the table.” I showed no wisn to do so ; I raised mv x oi< e to its height, prirfestiug ; but it was drowned in tiie universal shiml of “Ob, he is a glorious fellow ; lie is up Yq tmv thing.” And now I wag placed on the table— tire w’me-bearer, kc- came—and while I wasstriigglmg to uvoit! a glass of raw bran dy instead of wine, the scoundrels were shiging" See bow it goes down bis gulk t.” They were ferocious in their efforts to please me. One would bawl in my ear; another would ring it ; another would fil lip my nose, until all commenced to beat me snumily with thi ir instruments. “ On" /okcA me, gentleman—only touch me as vou did Dasha!,” 1 crie d. This xvoiiin not do—making one desper ate effort, I seized Bob by the hair, and in teml'mg to drag him after me, leapt through the window into the street. My fall was not the most graceful—one knee intruded itself into an old negree’s pan of j.otnto poan while my foot had come in contarct with sundry bottles of beer—“ Ky, ny I god,” said tire old hag, “ Massa, let m*> j crape rim ofi’in 'dis ere pan.” “ Fob,” said J I, getting up with—not Bob’s Lair—but : liis wig in my hand, I ran as fast as I could ! through the streets, for the first time in my . life, not having an eye to my dunnees on the ' v a v. The next morning I received a note from Bob containing the amount cf Dick’s bill, with a request that 1 would return his wig and nt the same time assuring me that I had overdone Rossiri’s jig, for that leap ing out of a window and carrying offa gen tleman’s wig was not part of its representa tion. A Revolutionary I eteran.— We had a con versation yesterday, at the Planters, and Me chanics’Bank, With one cf the heroes of tbo revolution. Mr. Thomas Garrett of Sumter District, need aged one hundred and five years, and eight' months, who canre to tins < irv on horseback, alone for the purpose of receiving his pension. The old gentleman appears tabu in possession ol all Ins faculties, answers ques tions readily, and quite humorous in his conver sation. He served for a considerable period under Gen. Sumter, tire “Game Cock of tire South,” as I.e termed him, and was profuse in his praise of that brave and chivalrous com mander. He was also at the battle of Fort Moultrie, and at the siege of Savannah, at tbo storming of the latter place, be stated that, while viewing a -wounded fellow soldier, wl;<> Jay among heaps of slain, the gallant Pulaski rode up and remarked, “my brave fellow take care, you are in a dangerous position,'’ to wliii h Garrett made answer, “General, if you intend to tic in a place of safety, I’il keep near von,” Pulaski put spurs to his horse and rushed, into the thickest of the figh*; but a few moments only intervened, when Garrett saw the nob’'* fall from liis horse, mortally wounded. M> Garrett i'nfoi niyd ustlial his motlair aitaiuea ti-.tv extraordinary nee of 120 ye;us, and Lis grand* mother 115.-- -Clips. Cour. A Touch of the Romantic.— The Nev;. , York advertiser lias received a copy of the j“Algem’.'ne Zeititng,” a newspaper pub fished at Vienna, w Inch gives nn account of the upsetting of a pleasure boat, by which I the Princess Adelaide Sophia was preci pitated into the water, and would have j drowned if it had not been (or the exertions of Mr. Bell, a y oung American gentleman, son of Dr. Bell, of Charleston S. C., wb_- happening to be near in another pleasure, boat, iiTinx diately plunged into the river, (without knowing the quality of thelad.v) I and rescued her from a watery grave. He j was tiie next day invited to the nepcriM palace, v here be was presented by ti e Princess herself with a brrust pin, j with diamonds, and valued at (w enty sand dollars, ‘ •