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B, F. WHITE X CO., Proprietors. VOLUME 1. Cl)c €utl)bcvt Ucpovtcv IS PUBLISHRD EVERY SATURDAY BY T. H. BYRD & R, H WHITE. Teims of Subscription The Cuihlw*rt Reporter is pu lisheil at TWO DOL LAR- per annum, in mJvanre ; 1 >ne Hollar for Six Months, and Sixty O ntg for Three Months. In no case will an order f- r the paper he attend ed to unless accompanied with the money, 01 u sutisfac tory reference Pates of Advertising. fienern! Advertisements will he inserted at $1 per square of I*2 lin**s or less, for tin- rt-M Insertion. ai*l 1 I’ y Cents tor each suhsequent insertion. Professional Cards, not exceeding ten lines, will be inserted at sio a year. Announcement of candidates for office $5, to be paid in advance V arrini’es and Deaths inserted gratuitously. 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Tin: boy who whs can,”lit looking into the tu iiiv, ha-, be. u arrested for trying to Sue the show without paying. ‘Mother,’ said an inqui stive urchin, n few days since, ‘would y■ -u have been anv relation to me il father iiad never married you ?’ Coleman, the dramatist, was asked if !.e knew Tiieodorc 11 <k. ‘‘Yes,” rupl.ed the wit, “ Hook and Eye are old associates,” ss* A drunken man was recently try ing to get a watchman to arrest his own shadow . lie complained that an ill-look ing scoundrel was following him. “ My son, wl.at would you do if your dear father should be takeu suddenly u.way lrom you V “ Swear and ciiavv to bucker.” “ I say, Mr Printer, do yon take Ala in nia money A’ “No, sir, not often.”— ‘‘ What s the reason ?” “ Can’t get it.’’ 1. ten(>gator sloj ed. ” How is your husband, dear ?” asked one lady of another. “ Oil, he is in n very bad state,” was the reply. “And pray what kind of a state is he in ?’’ per sisted tne other. “ 1 Lie State prison.” ‘Does pa kiss you because he loves you V inquired a little urchin of its moth er ‘To be sure, sonny, why ?’ ‘Wul I guess he loves the kitchen girl too for I seen him kiss her more’n forty times last Sunday, when you was to meeting.’ “ >’U take two children, if I can have ’em cheap,” said a tall Yankee, on enter iug an oyster cellar. “ Two children—what two children ?” “ Why, I ain’t got none myself, and your sign reads, ‘ Families Supplied,’ don’t it ? 1 want you to supply me one.’’ £3“ A negro preacher referring to the Judgeineut Day in his sermon, said— “ .Bredren and sisters, in dat day do Lord shall diwide de sheep from de goats, and bress de Lord we know who wears de wool.” An old lady walked into the office ota Judge oi Probate in Massachusetts, once upon a time, and asked— “ Are you the Judge of Reprobates ?” “1 am the Judge of Probate.” “Well, that’s 1 expect,” quoth the old lady, “ you see my father died detested, aud he left several little infidels, and I want to be their executioner.” “I say, Sambo, where does Squire Pe ters live ?” asked a traveler of a boy who sat grinding aud balancing himself with a rail. “Turn up dat street, den pass dat pou, den turn to de right, den to de left ; dun str.ke off de ole road from side of Id arm Shed’s house, and keep goiu’ ou where you see Phillis in de field, and you can’t help missin’ it.” CETHBERT REPORTER. JHisccllancous. The Gamblers Alarmed. The follow ing narrative—a true one— describes a scene that actually took place not tunny years since iu a country village in the State of Maine. One evening in the month of December, 18154, a number of towusmeu had assem bled at the store of a Mr. Putnam to talk over “matters and things,” smoke, drink, and iu short to do anything to ‘kill dine.’ Three hours bad thus passed away.— They had laughed, and talked, and drink ed, and chatted, and had a good time generally ; so that about the usual hour of shutting up the shop each of the party felt particularly first rate. “Come,” said Charles Hatch— one of the company—“let’s all liquor, and then have a game of high-low Jack !” ‘So I say,’ exclaimed another, ‘who’s got the cards V ‘Fetch on your keerds,’ drawled out a third, his eyes half closed, through the effect of the liquor he had drank. After drinking all around, ail old pine table was drawn up before the fire-place where burned I .'rightly a large fire of hem lock logs, which would snap and crackle —throwing large live coals out upon the hearth. All drew up around the table, seating themselves on whatever came handiest Four of them had rolled up to the table, some kegs, which from their weight were supposed to co tain nails. ‘Now,’ said Hatch, ‘how shall we play —every cue for himself ?’ ‘No. have partners,’ growled one man. ‘No, Imag’d if I’ll play so,’ shouted the former ; bringing his fist down upon the table, knocking one cand’e out of the stick aud another upon the floor. ‘Come, come,’ said Hatch, ‘no quarrel ling, all who say for having partners stand up.’ The remaining f nr immediately got up. ‘You see, Barclay,’ said Hatch, ‘the majority arc against you Come, will you play?’ ‘Well, ns T don’t want to be on theop posi-e side, I’ll play,’ answered Barclay, somewhat cooled down. Mr. l’utnam was not in the store that evening, and the clerk wdio was busy be hind the counter had taken very little no tice of the prociedings. About half-past ten Mr Putnam thought he would step over to the store, and see that everything was safe As he went in ho walked up to the fire. When within a few steps of where the men were sitting, lie started back in horror. Before him sat seven men half crazy with drink and the excitement of playing cards. There they were, with in a few feet of the fire just described, and four of them sealed on kegs oj powder. Barclay—w ho was a very heavy man —had pressed in the head of the keg on which lie sat, bursting the top hoop, and pressing the powder out through the chinks. By the continued motion of their feet, the powder had become spread about the floor, and now covered a space of two feet all around them. Mr. Putnam’s first move nent was to wards the door, but recovering himself, he walked up towards the fire. Khonl 1 either of them attempt to rise, he thought, and scatter a few grains a little further into the fireplace where lay a large quan tity of five coals! At tin t m< mi lit Hatch looked up, and seeing Mr, Putnam with his face deadly pale gazing into the fire, exclaimed, ‘Put nam, what als you?’ and at the same time made a motion to vise. ‘Gentlemen, do not rise,’ said Mr. Put nam ; ‘four of you sit on kegs of powder —it is scattered all around you—one movement might send yon all to eternity. There are two buckets of water behind the bar. But keep your seats for one minute, and you are saved—move, and you are dead men !’ In an instant every man was perfectly sobered—not a limb moved—each seemed paralyzed. In less time than we have taken to de scribe this thrilling scene, Mr. Putnam had poured the water and completely sat urated the powder on the floor and ex tinguished the lire, so that an explosion w r as impossible. Then, and not till then, was there a word spoken. Before those seven men left the store that very night, they pledged themselves never to taste another glass of liquor or play another game of cards ! Clerical Joke. —In some churches it is customary to separate the men from the women, and on one occasion, a minister being interrupted by loud talking, stopp ed short, when a woman, eager to vindi cate her sex, exclaimed—“ Your rever ence, the noise is not amongst us.” “So much the better,” answered the clergy man, “it will be over the sooner.” No Proof of Temperance. —A man with his hat off at midnight, explaining to a lamp post the political principles of his party. CUTIVBLRT, GA., SATURDAY, SITTEMBI K (>, IS.IO. From the New Orleans Picayune. An It ii easy Predicament. We were the witness of a very ludic rous incident which occurred in this city a few days since, for relating which wo crave the indulgence of the gentleman directly concerned—deeming it too good a joke to be lost. While sitting at our desk, and laboring assiduously, with pen, seissovs and paste, to make out a readable paper for our pa trons, we were suddenly ‘‘frightened lrom our propriety,” by the hasty entrance of a (gentleman, exclaiming, ‘‘For Gods sake, help me to see what’s the matter ! I’ve got some dreadful thing—scorpion or tuiautula —in the leg of my pantaloons ! Quick —quick I—help me !” We instantly rose from our chair, half frightened ourselves. Our friend had broken in so suddenly and unexpectedly upou us, and was so wonderfully agitated that wc knew not whether he was indeed in his senses or not We looked at him with a sort of surprise, mixed with dread, and hardly knew whether to speak with, or seize and confine him for a madman The latter we came near attempting. There he stood, quivering and pale, with one hand tigditlv grasped upon a part of his pantaloons just in the hollow of the knee. ‘‘What’s the matter?” asked we at last. “The matter !” he exclaimed ; “oh, help me ! I’ve got something heic, which just ran up my leg ! Some infernal scor pion or lizard, I expect 1 Oh, I can’t let go ; 1 must hold it Oh, there !’’ he shrieked, “I felt it move just then 1 Oh, these pants without straps 1 I’ll never wear another pair open at the bottom, as long as 1 live. Ah, 1 feel it again.” “Feel what?” we inquired, standing at the same time at a respectful distance from the gentleman, for we had just been reading our Corpus Christi correspond ent’s letter about snakes, lizards, and ta rantulas, and began to imagine some deadly insect or reptile in the leg of our friend’s unmentionables, as they a c some times called. “I don t know what it is,’’ answered the gentleman ; “help me to see wlmt it is. 1 was just passing that pile of rubbish there in front of your office, and felt it dart up my leg as quick as lightning’'—and he clenched Ins list more tightly. If it had been the neck of an anaconda, we believe lie would have squeezed it to a jelly. By this time two or three of the news boys had come in ; tile clerks and purl ing boys hearing the outcry, stepped working, and editors and all hands stood around the sufferer with looks of mingled sympathy and alarm. “Bring a chair, Fritz,’’ said we, “and let the gentleman be seated.” “Oh, 1 can’t sit,” said tiie gentleman ; “I can't bend my knee !”—if i do it will bite or sing me ; no, I can’t )i.” “Certainly you can sit,” said we ; •‘keep your leg straight out, and we’ll see what it is you have got ” “Well, iet me give it one more hard squeeze ; I’ll crush it to death,” said he, and again lie put the force of au iron vice upon the thing, If it had any life left this last effort must have killed it. He then cautiously seated Lin self, holdi ig out his leg as stiff and straight as a noker. A sharp knife was procured ; the pants were cut open carefu ly, making a hole large enough to aiimit a hand ; the iren tleuian put ou a thick glove, and slowly inserted his hand, but lie discovered no thing. We were all looking on in almost breathless silence to see the monstrous tiling—whatever it might be ; each rea dy to scamper out of harm’s way, should it be alive ; when suddenly the gentleman became, if possible, more agitated than ever. “By heavens !’’hc exclaimed, “it’s iu sde niy drawers, It’s alive, too, I feel it I—quick— give me the knife again !’’ Another incision was made—in went the gentleman’s gloved hand once more, and lo ! out came his wife s stocking !• How the stocking over got there w'e are unable to say ; but there it certainly was ; and such a laugh that followed, we haven’t heard for many a day. Car friend, we know, lias told the joke himself, and must pardon us lor doing so. Though it is about a stocking, we assure our readers it is no Yarn.” “He can’t do that,” — A teacher in one of the Sabbath Schools in this city, while explaining to ids class, a week or two ago, the unbounded power of Deity, w r as asked by a little pupil if it was really true that God had the power to do any thing lie chose. “Yes,” said the teacher, ‘Tie made the world and all that is in it, aud noth ing is impossible to Him.” “Well,” said the little fellow, “ I know one thing that lie can’t do any how.” “ WJiat is that ?” asked the teacher. ‘I he “chip” of young America, with a knowing shake of the head, replied — “He can’t make a three year old colt in a minute.” Longfekow, the loct, pays a tax cf one thousand dollars. NO PROSCRIPTION FOR OPINIONS’ SAKE. From tbe Savannah Nows. George HI. Troup. The following beautiful and just tribute to the character and memory of Georgia’s ever honored statesman and patriot, the late George M. Troup, is extracted from an oration delivered before the Savannah Volunteer Guards, on the 4th of July last, by Wm.S Daniel, of this city. For the extract, we are indebted to a friend wtio has the address in his posses sion. Alluding to Troup, the speaker said : lie it was, who, standing at the head of a State containing only 400,000 inhab itants, “ defied the General Government when encroaching upon the rights of that Stale ; who, when he found that Govern ment backed by every other State in the Uuion, persistent in its determination to continue a course of injustice aud aggres sion, proclaimed lo the people of Geor gia that the argument was exhausted, and they must stand by their arms.”— The Icudtr of a minority, he stood forth the champion of State Sovereignty, daunt less, as with superior force on his side, demanding that justice should be done to the people of his State. Whflt a sublime spectacle ! One man, bv the iinqiiailiiig assertion of the mighty truth, aid the exercise of moral power alone, gaining a victory over material force ! How far greater is such a man than the vulgar hero of the populace ! I he hitter may outstrip him for a season —enkmmy, with her foul-tongued slander may hear him down for a time —but “ Astmiio tall clifl’ ili t lifts its ample form, Swells from lie vale nml'midway leaves (lie storm, Thorn'll ’round it* breast the rolling clouds arc spread, l&urinil sunshine settles on his head ” The whole energy of ‘f roup’s mind and affections were concentrated in his devo tion to the principles of State Rights.— He was, indeed, the embodiment of that idea ; and between them and his native State, lie had divided a love which was inexhaustible. In reply to a correspond ent, wiio, a few years since, suggested to liiiu that he was born iu Alabama, he wrote —“ it is true he was born in territo ry which now constitutes the State of Al abama, but he always claimed t.> be a na tive Georgian, inasmuch as the place of his birth was at that time a portion of the State of Georgia. ’’ So ill could he brook the idea that he was not wholly Georgian. But all that was mortal of George M. Troup is mouldering in the dust. Jn the distant and retired county of Montgome ry, rest his remains. There, far from the bu.rt!e and turmoil of the busy world, and remote even from the whistle of the locomotive, lie sleeps the sleep of death. No monument is there, towering to the skies, to remind us that he once lived.— But entombed among his own hills, and shaded by noble trees, the growth of his native soil, there is nothing to disturb the solemn grandeur of his repose—nothing to mar the stillness which surrounds him, suve the meandering brook, as it pisses by or its way to mingle with the waters of thr Atlantic, and the moaning sounds of majestic pines, moved by the winds of heaven to mourn over departed greatness. Selected by himself, it is a lit resting place for so much virtue and so much patriot ism. Singular Accident—A young Irish man, residing in Bristol, England, while playing, ran after a gill who was engaged in sempstress work, and gave her a hug in sport ; but it proved anything but sport to him, for, as lie pressed her to his bosom, it turned ont all but a fatal em brace, as a needle which she had in the breast of her gown literally entered his heart and broke off short, leaving nearly three-fourths of an inch of the steel in the muscles. He instantly felt sick and faint, and was taken to the Infirmary, when it was determined to make an effort to ex tract the broken needle, as should it re na bn'where it was, death must quickly ensue from inflamation of the heart.— A physician accordingly cut through the outer flesh, and having laid bare the sur face of the heart, discovered a small por tion of the needle fragment protruding, aud with the forceps ho drew it ont.— The delicate operation was most success ful, but so much iuflamation had set in before the needle could be extracted, it was at last accounts, very doubtful weth er his life would be saved. It is however a most uncommon operation and singular accident, showing that even the heart it self may sustain a sharp wound without death immediately following. Not Bad. —A correspondent of the Cincinnati Times, from Burlington, Yt., relates the following: ‘ A Boston man called at the house of a farmer to buy cheese, but when lie saw the lot, he concluded lie didn’t want them, they were so full of skippers. 8o fie made an excuse, and was going away, when the farmer said to him— ‘ Look here, mister, how can I get mv cheese down to Boston the cheapest ?’ The gentleman looked at the stuff a moment and saw the squirming, aiul said, “ Well, I don’t know ; let ’em be a day or two, and you tan drive \ m right down.” Sunset in the Alps. Anon the evening came, walking noise lessly upon the mountains, ami.shedding on the spirit a not unpleasant melancholy. The Alps seemed to grow taller Deep masses of shade were projected from sum mit to summit. Pine forest, aud green vale, and dashing torrent, and quiet ham let, all retired from view, as if they wish ed to go to sleep beneath tlciAfriendlv shadows, A deep and V silence stole over the Alps, as if the stillness of (he firmament had descended upon them. Overall nature was shed this spirit of quiet and profound tranquility. Every tree was motionless The murmur of the brook, the wing of the bird, the creak of our diligence, the voices of the postilion and conducteur all felt the softening in fluence of the hour. But mark 1 what glory is this which begins to burn upon the crest of the snowy Alps ? First, there comes a flood of rosy light, and then a deep bright crimson, like the ruby’s flash or tlie sapphire’s blaze, and then a circlet of flaming peaks studs the horizon It looks as if a great conflagration wore a bout to begin. But suddenly the light fades, and piles of cold, pale white rise above you. Y'ou can scarce believe them to he the same mountains. But, quick as the lightning, the flash comes again. A flood of glory rolls once more along their summits It is a Inst and mighty blaze. Y'ou feel as if it were a war waged by the spirits oi darkness against these celes tial forms. The struggle is over : t.lie darkness has prevailed. These mighty mountain torches are extinguished otic af ter one ; and cold, ghastly piles, of sepul chral hue, which you shiver to look up at, and which remind you of the dead, rise still and calm iu the firmament above you. Y'ou feel relieved when darkness interpo ses its veil betwixt you and them. The night sets in dee}), and calm, and beanti ful, with troops of stars overhead. The voice of streams, all night long, fills the silc"t hills with melodious echoes.— Wyl ie's Pilgrimage from the Alps aud the Ti ber . Following the Loud — An itinerant preacher recently traveled among the north-western counties of this State, lie was mounted on au animal whose appear ance betokened very bad keeping—the mere frame-work of what had once been a horse. Riding up to the door of a country inn, he inquired of the landlord the distance to the next town. The host coining out was so forcibly struck with the appearance of the animal upon which the querist sat, that he walked around him twice before giving the desired infor mation. lie then inquired : “ V’ ho might you he, if it’s a fair ques tion ?” “ I am a follower of the Lord,” was the answer. “ Fullerin’ the Lord, eh ?” demanded the host. “ Well, I'll tell you what it is, old feller,” (eyeing the horse again,) “ there’s one thing aartin —es you stop on the road, you'll never ketch him with that boss !’’ Eloquence at a Premium. — “May it please the Court,” said a Y ankee lawyer before a Dutch Justice the other day, “this is a case of the greatest importance; while the American eagle whose sleepless eyes watches over the welfare of this mighty Republic, whose wings extend from the Alleghenies to the lloeky Chain of the West, was rejoicing iu his pride of place—” “Shlop dare 1 Shtop T say, vot has ills suit to do mit eagles ? Dm has no ihitig to do mil de wild brd It iah von sheep,” exclaimed the Justice. “True, your honor, but my client has rights. Os course not, but the laws el language.— ’ w ‘’ VV hat cares I for de laws of language, eh ? I understands de laws of de State, aud and t ish enough for uie. Continue your talk to de case.” “Well then, ivy client, the defeudent, in this case, charged with stealing a slice}), aud —” “Dat vill do ! Dat vill do. Y'our cli ent is charged mit stealing a sheep, just nine shilliu. De Court will adjourn.” A Western newspaper publishes the following : “ I know au ol l man who believed that “what was to be, would be.” lie lived in Missouri, and was one day going out several miles through a region infested in early times by very savage Indians, lie always took his gun with him, but this time he found that some of the family had takeu it out. As he would not go with out it, his friends tantalized him, saving there was no danger ol the Indians ; that he would not die uutii his time come, any how. “Yes,” says the old fellow, “but sup pose I was to meet au Indian, and his time was come, it would not do not to have my gun ! ’ Someone has defined love—A little sighing, a little crying, a little dying, and a deal of lying. BYRD & WHITE, Fiiblislicri. DUMBER 4. Tom Moore. It is said that Tom Moore, while stop ping at an inn one night in Scotland, was continuity troubled by the landlady with the request that he should write her epi taph. Accordingly at night he gave im promptu as follows : “Guild .Siisiin It In Ue, in royal -into, Arrivi it al last at In uvoiiV gale ’’ And stopped, promising to finish in the morniiig. Ihe good lady was in trans port at this inscription, and treated Mr. Moore with every possible attention, in the morning he was about leaving, when the lady reminded him he had not finish ed her epitaph. “That is so,” said he and immediately added— ■ ‘ fint Peter met her will) n chili, And fc,locked her hack n> Belxnbnb,” It is said Mr. Moore’s horse was iu motion as he had finished the last line. A Precocious youth.—“ Tommy, my son, what arc you going to do with that club ?” “Send it to the editor, of course.” “But wlmt are you goiug to send it to the editor for ?” “Cause he says, if any body wiTl send him a club lie will send them a copy of his paper The mother came very near fainting, but retained consciousness enough to ask. “But Tommy dear, what do you sup pose he wants of a club ?” “Well, l don’t know,” replied the hopeful urchin, “unless it’s to knock down subscribers as don’t pay for their paper!” Pat’s Wardrobe. At a sale of furni ture which took (dace in a country town, among the lookers-on were a few Irish la borers ; and upon a trunk being put up for sale, one of them said to his neighbor: “ Pat, L think you should buy that trunk ” “Au’ what should I do with it ?’’ replied Pat, with some degree of astonishment. *• l’ut your clothes in it,’’ was his advis er’s reply. Pat gazed upon him with a look of surprise, and then, with the la conic eloquence which is peculiar to a son of the Emerald Isle, exclaimed, ‘ An’ go naked? ” Chart of Health. — Love. A com plaint of the heart growing out of a inor dinate longing nfier something difficult to obtain. It attacks persons of both sexes generally between the ages of fifteen ami thirty ; some have been known to hav it at the age of sixty. Symptoms —Abseuce of mind ; calling tears nectar and sighs zephyrs ; a fond ness for poetry and mn.-ic ; gazing on the moon and stars; loss of apetite ; neglect of buisness ; loathing for ail things—save one ; blood-shot eyes, aud constant desire to sigh. Effects— A strong heart burn; pulse high ; stupidly eloquent eyes ; sleepless ness, aud all that sort of tiling, At times imagination bright bowers of roses ; winged cupids, and buttered peas ; and then again, oceans of despair, racks, lor meri's and pistols. Cure —Get married. Apalogue. —A poor laborer, in a cer tain village, died, after a long illness, and having escaped the turmoils of existence, presented himself at the gates of ileayen, where he found he had been preceded by a rich man of the same locality, who had just died, and having previously knocked, had been admitted by the Apostle Peter. I lie laborer, who stood without, was en chanted by the ravishing sounds of sing ing, rejoicing, and swee. music, which ap peared to hail the entrance ot the Divest ; and having knocked in his turn, was also admitted. But what was his astonish ment at finding silence, where seraphic sounds had so lately been joyously uttei etl l “ How is this ?” lie demanded of Peter, “ when the rich man entered, I eml music and singing ;is there, then, the same distinction between rich and poor iu Heaven as on earth ?” “ Not at all,” replied the Apostle, “ but the poor come to Heaven every day, whereas it is scarcely once iu a hundred years that a rich man gains admission.” A talking match lately came off iu New Orleans, for five dollars a side. It continued, according to the Advertiser, for thirteen hours, the rivals being a Frenchman and a Kentuckian. The by standers and judges were talked to sleep; and ■ vheu they waked up in the morning, they found the Frenchman dead, aud the Kentuckian whispering in his ear. Eternity. —An American clergyman, in one of his sermons, exclaimed : Eterni ty ! why, you don’t know the meaning of the word, nor I either, hardly. I’s for ever and ever, and five or six everlastings a tup oi’ that. You might pi .tee a n-w of figures from here to sunset, and cipher them all up, and it wouldn’t begin to tell how many ages long eternity is. Why, my friends, after millions and trillions of of years had rul ed away in eternity, it would be a hundred thousand years to breakfast time.’’ _ The man whose mind was unhinged by an afflicted dispensation, has hud thedd iieiiit) iepairui by a blacksmith.