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BY GARDNER & BARROW. THE CwEORGIA Is published every Friday, in Florence, Stewart county, Ga. at THREE DODLARS a year, if paid m advance, or FOUR DOLLARS, if not paid until the end of the year. Advertisements will be conspicuously inserted at One Dollar per square, (15 lines) the first, and r ( ,| cen ts for each subsequent insertion. Nothing under 15 lines \yill be considered less than a square. A deduction will be made for yearly ad vertisements. All advertisements handed in for publication without »limitation, will be published till forbid, and charged accordingly. Sales of Land and Negroes by Executors, Ad ministrators and Guardians, are required by law to be advertised in a public Gazette, sixty days previous to the day of sale. The sale of Personal property must be adver tise' 1 in like maimer forty days. Noth— t > Debtors and Creditors of an estate must be published forty days. Notice tint application will be made to the Court of <Jr Hilary for leave to sell Land and Ne groes. must be published weekly for four months. (£?'*’ All Letters on business must be tost rvinio insure attention. TOWN COUNCIL. nance s of the town of Florence, passed by the Hoard if Commissioners, Aj/ril 11, 1838. Ist. For the preservation of goo l order, and to prevent the annoyance consequent persons | n> it)tr intoxicated" in the streets on the Sabbath day, be it therefore Ordained, That no person or persons shall vend anv spiritous liquorsor any kind of merchan dize on the Sabbath day—any person or persons so offending, shall forfeit and pay the sum of ten dollars for each and every offence. •j.]. j\.,d be it further Ordained, That no slave or slaves shall be permitted to visit the town with out a written permt from his, her or then-owner, or from the person or persons having the direction and control of such slave or slaves; and no slave m -fcves; unless living in the place, shall he per mitted to remain in town after ten o'clock, with out if he specified m the written permit, under the |i«‘u*.xhv of receiving thirty-nine laslics on the hare hack. ;>J. Andbe.il farther Ordained, That any white person or persons trading with any slave or slaves, for articles other than those pointed out by law, shall forfeit and 'p a y the su,!l ot h ye dollars for each and every offence, and shall be prosecuted to the extent of the law in such cases made and pro vided. 4th. And be it farther Ordained, That any per son or persons who shall he found fighting and quarreling within the limits of the corporation, contrary to the good order and peace of the com muning shall forfeit and pay the sum of five dol lars for each and every offence. sth And be it further Ordained, That the Mar shal receive for the correction of any slave w hich may he sent to him by the owner, or any person or persons having the control or direction ol said slave, the sum of one doll.-.'. tb.iot.red, That the Secretary have 50 copies of the ordinances printed, and that the Marshal distribute them to the inhabitants ol the town, and see that they are carried into effect. On motion the board adjourned subject to the call of the Inteadant. T. GARDNER, See. SfjjisSsa' Them will be a raeet p » ftms: of the TEMPE RANGE SO C’iETY on the sth and Gth of *■* Mav, at Lumpkin. The mem bers are respectfully requested to attend. April 10 3 ATTENTION ! (1 EORGI V t;r \RDS, parade at Lumpkin on f Saturday, 23th iust. at 10 o'clock, A M lly order of the Captain. JAS. P. MATHEWS, O. S. April 10 3 Attorney at Law, FLORENCE, STEWART, COUNTY, GA. Apail 10 ts FAIR WANNING ! ! ! \LL those indebted to the subscribers either by - note or book account, are respectfully soli cited to make immediate payment, as we are com piled to pay our debts when due, consequently we cannot give further indulgence. Such de mands as we have that are not settled before next August term, will he handed over to our collect ing attorney for collection. A. P. ROOD & Cos. Florence, April 16 3 months after date application will be " made to the honorable Inferior Court of Stewart county, when sitting for ordinary purpo ses tor leave to sell the Land and Negroes belong ing to the estate of Bluford Spence, late of said county deceased, for the benefit of the liens and creditors. JAMES HILLIARD, Adm'r. April 16, 1838. 3 t'OUR months after date application will be made to the honorable Inferior court of ‘ tew art county, when sitting for ordinary purpos es, for leave to sell the Land and Negroes belong to the estate of Timothy Carrington, deceas ed, for the benefit of the heirs and creditors. JAMES HILLIARD, Adm'r. April 16, 1833. ms Qa&ihAxrao'rrs. From the Token for 1837. MRS. BULLFROG. BY THE AUTHOR OF ‘WIVES OF THE DEAD.’ It makes me melancholy to see how like fools some very sensible people act, In the matter of choosing wives. They perplex their judgments by a most undue attention to little niceties ot per sonal appearance, habits, disposition, and other triries, which concern nobody but the lady herself. An unhappy gentleman, resolving to wed nothing short of perfection,, keeps his heart and hand till both get so old and withered, that no tolerable woman wilt accept them.—Now, this is the very height of absurdity. A kind Providence has so skilfully adapted sex to sex, and the mass of in dividuals to ea f- li other, that, w ith certain obvious exceptions, any male may be moderately happy in the marrie I state. 'The true rule is, to ascer tain that the match is fundamentally a good one, and then to take it for granted that ail minor objections, should there be such, will vanish, if you let them alone. Only put yourself beyond hazzard, as to the real basis ofniatiimon.al bliss, and it is scarcely to he imagined what miracles, ij the way of reconciling smaller incongruities, connu bial love will efiect. For my own part, I freely confess, that, in my bachelorship, 1 was precisely such an over-curious simpleton, as 1 now advise the reader not to be. My early habits had gifted me with a feminine sen sibility, and too exquisite refinement.—l was the accomplished graduate of a drygoods store, where, by dint of ministering to the whims of tine ladies, and suiting silken hose to delicate limbs, and hand ling satina, rißtio », chintzes, calicoes, tapes, gauze, and cambric needles, 1 grew up a very lady-like sort of a gcnt’ewiau. It is not assuming too much, to affirm, that the ladies themselves were hardly so lady-like as Thomas Bullfrog. Ho painfully acute was my sense of female imperfection, and such varied excellence did I require in the woman whom 1 couid love, that there was an awful risk of niy getting no wife at all, or of being driven to per; err.ite matrimony with my own image in the looking glass. Besides the fundamental principle, already hinted at, l demanded the fresh bloom of v until, pearly feitb, glossy ringlets, and the whole list of lovely items, with the utmost delicacy of .tbits and sent!lot i ts, a silken texture of mind, and u ove all, a\ r n lit art. In a word, if a young angel, just front Paradise, yet dressed in earthly fashion, had come and ollfercd me her hand, it is liv no means certain that 1 should have takefi it. 'J here was evt ry chance of uiy becoming a most miserable old bachelor, when, by the best luck in the w orld, 1 made a journey into another state, and was smitten by, and smote again, and wooed, won, and married the present Mrs. Bullfrog, all in the space of a for.nLht. Owing to these extempore measures, 1 not only gave my bride credit for cer tain perfections, w inch have not as yet come to light, but also overlooked a few trifling defects, which, however,'glimmered on my perception, long before the dose of the honey-moon. Yet, as there was no mistake about the fundamental principle aforesaid, I soon learned, as will be seen, to estimate Mrs. Bullfrog’s deficiencies and super fluities at exactly their proper value. The same moraiug that Mrs. Bullfrog aud I came together as a unit, we took two seats in the stagc-coach, and began our journey towards my place of business. There being no other passen gers. we were as much alone, ard as free to give vent to our raj tures, as if 1 had hired a hack for the matrimonial jaunt. My bride looked charm ingly, in a green silk calash, and riding habit ol pelisse cloth, and whenever her red lips parted with a smile, each tooth appeared like an inesti mable pearl. Such was my passionate warmth, that—we had rattled out of the village, gentle reader, and were lonely as Adam and Eve in Para dise— 1 plead guilty to no less freedom than a kiss!—The gentle eye of Mrs. Bullfrog scarcely rebuked me for the profanation. Emboldened by her indulgence, 1 threw back the calash from her polished brow, and suffered my fingers, white and delicate as her own, to stray among those dark and glossy curls, which realized my day-dreams of rich hair. ‘My love,’ said Mrs. Bullfrog, tenderly, ‘you will disarrange my curls.’ ‘Oh, no, my sweet Laura !’ replied I, still play ing with the glossy.ringlet. ‘Even your fair hand could not manage a curl more delicately than mine.— 1 propose myself the pleasure of doing up your hair in papers, every evening, at the same time with my own.’ ‘Mr. Bullfrog,’ repeated she, ‘you must not dis arrange my curls.’ This was spoken in a more decided tone than I had happened to hear, until then, from my gen tlest of all gentle brides. At the same time, she put her hand and took mine prisoner, but merely drew it away from the forbidden ringlet, and then immediately released it. Now, I am a fidgetty little man, and always love to have something in my fingers; so that, being debarred from my wife’s curls, I looked about me lor any other play thing. On the front seat of the coach, there was one of those small baskets in which travelling la dies, who are too delicate to appear at a public ta ble, generally carry a supply of gingerbread, bis cuits and cheese, cold ham, and other light re freshments, merely to sustain nature to the jour ney’s end. Such airy diet will sometimes keep in pretty good flesh, for a week together. Lay ing hold of this same little basket, I thrust my hand under the newspaper, with which it was care fully covered. ‘What’s this, my dear?’ cried I; for the black neck of a bottle had popped out of the basket. ‘A bottle of Kalydor, Mr. Bullfrog,’ said my wife, coolly taking tl»e basket from my hands, and replacing it on the front seat. There was no possibility of doubting my wife’s word; but 1 never knew genuine Kalydor, such as 1 use for my ow n complexion, to smell so much like cherry-brandy. 1 was about to express my fears that the lotion would injure her skin, when an accident occurred, which threatened more FLORENCE, GA. FRIDAY, APRIL 20, 1838. than a skin-deep injury. Our Jehu had careles ly driven over a heap of gravel, and fairly eajwiztd the coach, with the wheels in the atr, and otr heels where our heads should have been. \\ hi t U eame ot my wits, 1 cannotimaginc;thcy have alwurs had a perverse trick of deserting ine, just v/hfeu they were most needed : but so it chaw ed, tliaf, in the contusion of our overthrow, I quite tin-got that there was a Mrs. Bullfrog in the world. Like many men’s wives, the good lady served her hus band as a stepping-stone. 1 had scrambled out ot the coach, and was h.stinctivdy settling my cravat, when somebody blushed touglily i»y me, and 1 heard a smart thwack uponthc coachman's ear. ‘Take that villain!’ -cried a strange, hoarse voice, ‘\ouh.\e ruined me, ytu blackguard! 1 shall never be the woman 1 have been l’ And then came a second thwack aimed at the driver’s other ear, but which misled it, and hit him on the nose, causing a terrible effusion ot blood. Now who, or what fearful apparition, was inflic ting this punishment on the | oor fe.Jow, remained an impenetrable mystery to me. The blows were given bv a person of grisly aspect, with a head al most bald, and sunken cheeks, apparently of the feminine gender, though hard to be classed in the genticr sex. There being no teeth to modulate the voice, it had a mumbled fierceness, not pas sionate, but stern, which absolutely made me quiver like a ealves-foot jelly. Who could the. phantom be ? The most aw ini circumstance of the affair Is yet to be totil; for tins ogre, or whatev er it v.-.is, hu l a riding-habit like Mrs. Bullfrog’®, and also a green silk calash, dangling down her back by the strings. In my terror and tut moil ot mind, J could imagine nothing less, than that the Old Nick, at the moment of «Ur overturn, had an nihilated my wife and jumped into her petticoats. This idea seemed the more probable, since 1 could nowhere perceive Mrs. Bullfrog alive, nor, though 1 looked very sharp about the coach, could I de tect any traces of that beloved woman’s dead body. There would have been a comfort in giving her Christian burial! 'Come, Sir, bestir yourself! Help this rascal to set up the coach,’ said the hobgoblin tome; then, w ith a terrific screech so three countrymen, at a distance—‘Here, you fellows, an’t you asha med to stand olf, when a poor wcinau is in dis tress !’ The countrymen, instead of fleeing for then lives, came rutming at full speed, and laid hot! ol the topsyturvy coach. I, also, though a small sized man, went to work like a son of Auak- The coachman, too, with the blood still streaming irom his nose, tugged aut; toiled most manfully, dread ing, doubtless, that the next blow might break liis head. And yet, bemauied as the poor fellow had been, he seemed to glance at me with an eye of pity, as if my case were more deplorable than his. But I cherished a hope that ail would turn out a dream, and seized the opportunity, as we raised the coach, to jam two of my lingers under the wheel, trusting that the pain would awaken me. ‘ Why, here we are all to rights again !’ exclaim ed a sweet voice, behind. ‘Thafik you for your as sistance, gentlemen. My deal Mr. Bullfrog, how you perspire! J o let me wipe your face. Don’t take this little accident too truth to heart, good driver. We ought to be thanlgul that none ol our necks are broke!’ *We might have spared one neck out of the three,’ muttered the driver, ribbing his ear and pulling his nose, to ascertain whether l;e had been cuffed or uot.—‘Why, the womau’s a witch !’ i fear that the reader will net believe, yet it is positively a s ect, that there stood Mrs. Bullfrog, w ith her glossy ringlets curling on her brow, and two rows of orient pearls gh.lining between her parted lips, which w ore a most angelic smile. She had regained her riding-habit ami calash from the grisly phantom, and was, in ail respects, the lovely woman who had been setting by my side, at the in stant of our overturn. How she had happened to disappear, and who had supplied her place, ami whence did she now return, were problems too knotty for me to solve. There stood niy wife. That was the one thing certain among a heap of mysteries. Nothing remained, but to help her into the coach, and plod on, through lie journey of the day ami the journey of life, as comfortable as we could. As the driver closed the door upon us, I heard him whisper to the three country men— ‘llow do you suppose a fellow feels, shut up in the cage with a she-tiger?’ ‘Of course, this query could have no reference to my situation. Yet, unreasonable, as it may appear, I confess that iny feelings were not alto gether so ecstatic, as when I first called Mrs. Bull frog mine. True, she was a sweet woman, and an angel of a wife; but what if a gorgon should re turn, amid the transports of our connubial bliss, and take the angel’s place! 1 recollected the tale of a fairy, who half the time was a beautiful wo man and half the time a hideous monster. Had I taken that*very fairy to be the wife of my bosom ? While such whims and chimeras were flitting a cross my fancy, I began to look askance at Mrs. Bullfrog, almost expecting that the transformation would be wrought before my eyes. To divert my mind, I took up the newspaper which had covered the little basket of refreshments, and which now lay at the bottom of the coach, blushing with a deep-red stain, and emitting a po tent spirituous fume, from the contents of tha broken bottle of Kalydor. The paper was two «r three years old, but contained an article of sever al columns, in which I soon grew wonderfully in terested. It was the report of a trial for breach of promise of marriage, giving the testimony in full, with fervid extracts from both the gentleman’s and lady's amatory correspondence. The deser ted damsel had personally appeared in court, and had borne energetic evidence, to her lever's perfidy, and the strength of her blighted affections. —On the defendant's part, there had been an attempt, though insufficiently sustained, to blast the plain | tiff's character, and a plea in mitigation of dama l ges, on account of her unamiable temper. A I horrible idea was suggested by the lady’s uanie. j ‘Madam,’said I, holding the newspaper before Mrs. Bullfrog's eyes—and, though a small, deli cate, and thin visaged man, 1 feel assured that I looked very terrific—‘Madam,’ repeated I— through my shut teeth,’ ‘were you the plaintiff in this cause ?’ ‘Oh, my dear Mr. Bullfrog,’ replied my wife, sweetly, ‘i thought all the world knew that!’ •Honor! Horror!’ exclaimed 1, sinking back on the seat. Covering my face with both hands, I emitted a deep and deathlike groan, as if niy tormented Mini were rending me asunder 1, the most exqtti* itfly I ist dious of men, and whose wife was to have., been the most delicate and refined of women, w ith all the fresh dew-drops glittering on her virgin rosebud of a heart ! 1 thought of the glossy rin glets and pearly teeth—l thought of the Kalydor 1 thought of iho coachman’s bruised ear and bloody nose—l thought of the tender love-se crets, which she had w hispered to the judge and jury, aud a thousand tittering auditors—and gave another groan! ‘Mr. llu'Trog,’ said my wife. As 1 made no reply, she gently took mv hands within her own, removed them from my face, and fixed her eyes steadfastly on mine. ‘Mr. Bullfrog,’ said she, not unkindly, yet with all the decision of her strong character, ‘let me advice you to overcome this foolish weakness, and prove yourself, to the best of your ability, as good a husband as I will be a wife. You have discov ered, perhaps, some little inporleotions in your bride. Well—what did you expect ? Women are not angels. If they were, they would go to Heaven for husbands—or, at least, be more diffi cult iti their choice, on earth.’ ‘But why conceal those imperfections ?’ inter posed J, tremulously. ‘Now, my love, are not you a most unreasona ble little man V said Mrs. Bullfrog, patting me on the cheek. ‘Ought a woman to disclose her frail ties earlier than the wedding-day ? Few husbands, l d assure you, make the discovery in such good so !m n, aid still fewer complain that these trifles are concealed too long. Well, what a strange man you are! Toh! you are joking.’ ‘But, the suit for breach of promise!, groan ed I. ‘An .’ and is that the rub?’ exclaimed my wife. ‘ls it possible that you view that affair in an objec tionable light ? Mr. Bullfrog, 1 never could have dreamt it ! Is it an objection, that 1 have trium phantly defended myself against slander, vindica ted my purity in a court of justice ? Or, do you tom; lain, because your wife has shewn the proper spirit of a u*oo!;ui. :oi/l puuplnd ilu. i mum wno trifled with her affections !' ‘But,’ persisted I—shrinking into a corner of the coach, however; for I did not know precisely how much contradiction the proper spirit of a woman would endure—‘but, my love, would it not have been more dignified to treat the villain with the silent contempt he merited ?’ ‘That is all very well, Mr. Bullfrog,’ said my wife, slilv ; ‘but, in that case, where would have beeu the five thousand dollars, which are to stock your dry-goods store ?’ ‘Mrs, Bullfrog, upon your honor,’ demanded I, as it my life hung upon her words, ‘is there no mistake about those five thousand dollars ?’ ‘Upon my word and honor, there is none,’ re plied -he. The jury gave me every cent the ras cal had; ar.d 1 have kept it all for my dear Bull frog !’ ‘'Then, thou dear woman,’ cried I, with an over whelming gush of tenderness, ‘let me fold thee to my heart! The basis of matrimonial bliss is se cure, and all thy little defects, and frailties are for given. Nay, since the result has been so fortu nate, I rejoice at the wrongs which drove thee to this blessed law-suit. Happy Bullfrog that 1 am!’ From the Clock maker, or Sayings end Doings of Sam- Slick. SISTER SALL’S COURTSHIP. There goes one of them are evt rlastin rottin poles in that bridge ; they are no better than a trap for a critter’s leg, said the Clockmaker.— They remind me of a trap Jim Muuroe put his foot in one night, that near about made one leg half a yard longer than totlier. 1 believe 1 told you of him, what a desperate iille feller he was— he came from Onion county in Connecticut—-Well, he was courtin sister Sail—she was a real hand sum looking gall; you scarce ever seed a more out and out complete critter than she was—a fine fi gure head, and a beautiful model of a craft as any in the State, a real clipper, and as full of fun and frolic as a kitten. Well, he fairly turned Sail's head ; the more we wanted her to give him tip, the more she would’nt, and we got plaguy otieasy about it, for his character was none of the best, lie was a universal favorite among the galls, and though he did’nt behave very pretty neither, tor getting to marry where he promised, and where lie had’dt ought to forgot, too; yet so it was, he had such an uncommon winnin way with him, he could talk them over in no time—Sail was fairly bewitched. At last father said to him one evening when he came a courtin, Jim, says he, you’ll never come to no good, if you act like old scratch as you do ; you ain’t fit to come into no decent man’s house, at all, and your absence would be ten times more agreeable than your company, I tell you. I wont consent to Sail’s going to them are huskin parties and quiltin frolics along with you no more, on no account, for you know how Now dojit, says he, now dont Uncle Sam; say no more about that; if you know’d all you would’ut say it was my fault; aud besides, l have turned right about, I am on totlier tack now, and the long leg too; lam steady as a pump boh now. I intend to settle myself and take a farm. Yes, yes, says father, but it won’t do. I knew your father, he was our sergeant, a proper clever and brave man he was too : he was one of the he roes of our glorious revolution. I bail a great re spect for him, and 1 am sorry for his sake, you will act as you do : but 1 tell you once for all, you must give up all lmpes of ball, now and forever lastin. When Sail heard this, she began to nit away Vol. I.—No. IV. like mad in a desperate hurry—she look’d foolish enough, that’s a fact, fi irst, she tried to bite her breath and look as if there was nothing particular in the wind, when she blushed all over like scarlet fever, but she recovered that pretty soon, and then her color went and came and came and went, till at last she grew as white as el.alk, and down she fell slap off her seat in a tr.intin fit. 1 s«e, says fa ther. I see it now, you eternal villain, ard be made a pull at the old fashioned sword, that always hung over the fire place, (we used to rail it old Bun ker, for his stories always begun ‘when I was at Hunker's Hill,’) and drawing it out he.made a clip at him as wicked as if Le was stabbing a rat with . hayfork; hut Jim he outs of the door like sh. out of a short I, and draws it too arter him, an-, father sends old Bunker right through the pannel. I'll chop you up as fine a* tnin.ee meat, you villain, if ever 1 catch you inside my door again, mind what I tell yon, 'you'll siring for it.' Weil he made himself considerable scarcer arter that, he never set foot inside the door agin, and I thought he bad given up all hopes of Sail, and she of him ; when one night, a most particular uncommon dark dark night, as 1 was a combi home from neighbor Dearborn’s I heard someone a mlkin under Sail’s window. Well I stops and listens, and who should be near the ash saplin but Jim Munroe, a tryiu to persuade Sail to run off with him to Rhode Island to be married. It was all settled, he should como w ith a horse and shay to the gate, and then help her out of the window, jistut nine o’clock, about the time she commonly went to bed. Then axes her to reach down her hand for him to kiss, (for be was clever at soft sawder,) and she stretches it down and he kisses it; and he says, 1 btlbve I must have the whole of you out arter all, and gives hor a jerk that kinder started her; it come so sud den like it made her seream, so off he sot hot foot and over the gate in no time. Well, 1 cyphered over this all night a calculatin how 1 could reciprocate the trick with him, at last 1 hit on a scheme, 1 recollected father’s words at partin, “mind what l tell you, you'll swing for it yet," and thinks 1 friend Jim I’ll make that proph ecy t ome tr.u* yet, I guess. fc?o the next night, jistatdark, 1 gives January ihiow, the old nigger, a niiDo with my elbow, and as soon as he looks up, I winks and walks out, and he arter me—says 1, January, can you keep your tongue w ithin your teeth, you old nigger, you ! Why massa, why yen ax that are question ? my goodness, you think old Stsow he dont know that are yet; my tongue he got plenty room now, a- liil a tooth left, he can stretchout ebersQjhr. liken little log in a bigbed, vt !iv (pier on* turn massa, neueT tear, vv ea then, Vo vs 1, bend down that are ash saplin softly, you old Snow ball, and make no noise. The sap jin w;i- no sooner bent than secured to the ground by a notch peg and a noose, arid a slip knot was sus pended fiom the tree, jist over the track that led from the pathway to the house. Why my dogs mas- a, lint's a Hold your mug, you old nigger, on vs 1. or I’ll send jour tongue a search ing arter your teeth ; keep quiet and follow mo in presently. Well, jist as it struck nine o’c'oeh, says I Sallv, hold tills here hank of twine fi>r a minute, till 1 wind a trifle on it off; that’s a dear criit> *•. She sot ddtvn her candle, and 1 put the twin* it: l.er hands, and then F begins to w ind and wied away ever so slow, and drops the ball every now and then, so as to k< ep her down stairs. Sam, says she, l do believe you wont wind that are twin-' off all night, do give it to January, I wont stay no longer, I’m eon a most dead asleep. The old feller's arm issoplaugy ontsteady, said 1, it wont ‘ o; but hark, what’s that. I’m sure I lieerd son.oil ing iu the ash saplin, did’nt you Sail ? I lieerd the geese there that's all, they always come under the window al night; but she looked scared enough, and says die, 1 vow I'm tired holding my arms this way, and 1 wont do it any longer; and down she throw ed the hank on the floor. Well, says 1, stop one minute dear, tiil I send old January out to see if any body’s there; perhaps some of neigh bor Dearborn’s cattle have broke into the scarce garden, January went out, Sail said it was no use, for she knew well it was the noise of the geese tlirv always kept close to the house for fear of the varmin. Presently in runs old Stew with his hair standing upon enll, anil the whites of his eyes looking as big as the rims of a soup plate; oh! massa, massa, said he, oh mas.a, oh Miss Sally, oh !! Whafoti arth is the matter with you, said Sally, how you frighten me, 1 vow I believe you are mad—oh goodness, said he, oh! massa, Jin Munroe lm hang himself on the ash saplin undr Miss Sally’s window—oh, my dogs!! That sho was a settler, it struck poor Sail right atwixtwind and water; she gave a lurch a head, then keelei over and sunk right down in another faintin fit and .Tuno, old Snow’s w ife, carried her off and lai her down on the bed—poor thing, she felt ugl, enough T do suppose. Well, father, I thought he’d a fainted too, he was so struck up all of a head, he was completely bun fungered ; dear, dear, said he, 1 did’nt think it would come to pass so soon, but l knew it would come; 1 foretold it, says he what I say you'll swing for it. Give me the sword I wore when I was at Bunker’s Hill, may be there is life yet, I’ll cut him down. The lantern was soon made ready and out we went to the ash saplin. Cut me down Sam, that's a good fellow, said Jim, all the blood in my body has sw ashed into niy head, nnd's a rannin out o’ my nose, I’m een a most smothered—be quick for heaven's sake. The Lord be praised, said fa'lier, the poor sinner is not dead yet. Why as lam alive—\> ell if that dont beat all natur, why he has hanged himself by one leg, and is swingin like a rabbit lip side down, that’s a fart. by, if he aint snared Sam; lie’s properly wired I declare, 1 vow this is some of your doings Sam; well it was a clever scheme too, but a little too danger ous, l guess. Dont stand starin and jaw in there all night, said Jim, cut me down I tell you—or cut iny throat aud he and and to you, for I am a chokin with blood Roll over that are hogshead, old Snow, said 1, till I get a top on it aud cut him down; so I soon released him, blithe could’nt walk a bit. His ancle was swelled and sprained like vengeance, and he swore one leg was near a boat rix inches longer than tother. Jim Munroe*