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has proved, were sharpers—and also the Lor da i wercaaut.” •• Aad you really have made up your m .. to pay it i” *• On, certainly, because there is no help lb it.” ‘ “ I am a barrister —lam Mr. Sergeant \ ai. ghan, and 1 will defend t.ie ease ior tae joj landlord gratuitously.” Tne otaer tendered him a thousand thank, far his intended kindness, but expressed Ins ap preaension tiiat all etibrts at defence would Lx perfectly useless. « We shall see,” said the Sergeant signifi cantly, “we shall see. You and your tr-e.i. the laudlord will cull on me t.iis evening a eg it o’cioek, to arrange lor tae uerence m morrow. ” To-morrow came, and the case was duly called in Cnnrt. Tie poor lukeej er, acting 0.1 the ad vice of Mr. Vaughan, but no: perce v ing in w.iat wav he could be beuifned l>y it, <Je fended the case. Every thing piocecdel 'so favorably for t.ie prosecutioi for some time taat taons i every person in Court deeply syin pat.i.zoJ witn tie unfortunate landlord, t .ey saw no ; Oisibility of any otuer re aft tua.i u verdict against him. Mr. Sergeant Va igian, waen tae case for the pi;o>euui 01 was c.o el, rose and said—Now, gentlemen of t. e jury, you have heard tne evidence adduced. o i have seen it prove I by uuexeept.o uab’e wit nesses, that tae defe idant reee led t e mod positive instructions from all tuere not to -re liver up the mo..ey, or any part of it, to e t i er of the part e: except in tiic pre e .ce of all. Gentlemen, my cl eat lias got t.ie mo .ey ui his possession, and is ready to give it w c a all t e three parties come to demand it. Let the ab sent party be brought to this house in com jin ny with t.ie other two. and every one w.ll have h.s money returned to him.” Tne de‘fence was equally ingenious and com plete. Tic Jury lonke las am ze lat eic i other as if some new world had burst o i the r astonished gaze; so did all the spectators in Court. The verdict was of course fort ie de fendant. It is unnecessary to add, t lat t e party who had absconded with the money, nev er returned, and that consequently the poo • landlord hud never to pay a farthing for t.e | amount. The Beach and the Bar. THE WORLD WE LIVE IN. There is sometimes a curious humor in the Americans, and a quaintness of observation, totally unlike any thing European, and yet laughable enough. Woo but an Ante ieun humorist would ever think of defining climates and provinces by the ancient process, w lieh has obtained such favor with all poets, fiotr Homer downwards, who talks with such lavis.i beauty of the rosy lips of Cytherea, to Siiaks peare, who sings, in his own exquisite melo dy— “ Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn then to M.lton, who makes his angels’ lips wear “ Celestial rosy red, love’s proper hue and also makes our general mother confess, that “ Her husband she preferr’d before the angel, From his lip, not words alone pleased her down througii the infinite gradation of poets since the golden days of English verse to our own, ecnoes of the ecaoes of past times ? “ Waen a lover,” says tae American p iilo sopher, “ attemj)ts to apply his lips lo thec.,eek of his Nantucket fair oae, you instantly re og nise the native of the sea-coast in her answer. “ Come, sirrah, s.ieer o.T or I II split your mainsail with a typhoon.” Boston lies in a position where typhoons are less a figure of the plastic mind ; and tne Bo toman fair one ap peals to the sense of civihz it on by, “ 1 wonder you are not ashamed ; our N.gger could not do worse.” It is, however, another venture, if the admirer approaches a beauty west of t c O no. She has the spirit of t,e new country, aiul though s!ie may neither flmg a tomahawk j at the during worsnipper of ner dmk eyes 1 or 1 wring the scalp from his skull, she re ties wit i j “ I reckon it’s my time now,” and k :ocks aim j down. Fie quickness 01 her hand is equalled only by the (l isa of her eye. and he m gat as well expect to escape from t ie spring of a pan ther W ien the maid of the Mississippi re cedes tae saline, she ex lib ts the spirit of t ie I region in her kindling cheek and points to ;er r.fle, ot wa.ca lie has had tae precaut oa to draw tiie charge if he is wise, or has any re gard for his brains. She then promises him a “ l° a n shot ’on the first opportunity. In Pennsylvania, the meekness of that reg on of close bonnets and drab-colore I corsets oredo m ates even on tais trying occas on. T.ibitha raises her qu et eyes from the ground, lor tae first time in her life, measures t e daring in truder w.thin her bonnet wl l a glance as wlth ering as t ;e soit blue eyes of the f liie-t of Qua ker; can manage to give, and sayet. oo this w.se “O 1, 01, JeJediah ! I am verdv much astonished at thy assurance. Je 'e bah—oh o 1! Be sure, t.iat tor this indignity I w 11 show thee up, Jedediah—o i, oh ! Tay lip. eve a t line hath touched mine, even mine, oh oh ! Jode- Blackwood. Precaution . —A ceitiin votary of St. Pat rick, one day found a light guine i, which he was obliged to sell for eighteen shillings. Next day he saw another guinea lying in t est eet: “Ar rail,” says lie, “ 1 11 have no'h’vg to do urith. ijo:i ; l last three shillings on your brother yester day.*’ SCRAPS, TO it is Hope? —Nothing (says Lord By j ) but t.ie paint on tne f tee of existence ; e least to.icu of truth rubs it ofF, and then •• ee w.iat a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got ho’J of. Matrimonial Consolation. —A younger bro er nad espoused an o!d and ill-tempered v ie, but extremely rich. He used to say— • whenever I find my temper giving way, I re .re to my cloxit, and console myself by read .g ner marriage settlement.” Loss of Honor. —l had rather (said Louis e Twelfth) suffer the loss of a kingdom, v i c i may be retrelved, than tlie loss of honor, v lien never can. L übes, like tulips in the sunshine show— ’Tis to variety their charms they owe. Passion —A man in a passion is like Ve iuv'us in an eruption, vomiting foith flames uid re 1 hot sto es, which descend immediate ly i to its own bo om, till chance directs it over t e e ’ge of the crate r, to deal destruction to others. “My love, you don’t look as handsome as coirm > i, lately.” “ I know it, but how can one afford to be beautiful, when paint is so dear V’ Nothing sets up a woman’s spmik like call ing her ugly—she gets her back right up like a cat when a strange dog comes near her : she is all eyes, claws and bristles. Marriage is a feast where the grace is some times better than the dinner. Remarkable Phenomenon. —There is a man in Vermont who sneezes so hard that every t me he commences he pitches a somerset. llippy Marriages. —Miss Landon says, *• T.e o ily happy marriages I ever heard of are t io e in some Eastern story I once read, w ere the King marries anew wife every night and cuts off her head in the morning.” A physician attending a man afflicted with inflammatory rheumatism, reports that he was some part of the time suffering under such sharp pains, that those who attempted to turn him in his bed were severely cut in the hands and arms. A woman with a beaming face, But with a heart untrue, Though beautiful, is valueless As diamonds form’d of dew ! Which is the best, to be over bead and ears in lo eor in water ? In the winter, in love ; in the summer, in water. Past Lore. —I have loved another ; and in that thought, as in an urn, lie the ashes of all affliction. Eloquence is vehement simplicity. T.ie fallowing “ Rules" are posted in a Ncw- Jersy school house: “Wo kissing girls m school-time. No lick ing the master during holydays.” Connu iaUtirs.—k woman that has but one lover thinks herself no coquette ; she that has several, concludes herself no more a coquette. It is the hardest th’ng in love, to feign it where it is not. or hide it where it is; but it is easier co interfered than concealed. Absence is to love, what fisting is to the bo dy : a little stimulates it, but a long abstinence is f tab A man is more reserved on his friend’s con cerns than hs own; a woman, on the contra ry, keeps her own secret better than anoth er’s. Love is the poetry of human nature. The most rational and therefore truest re- j m irk taat lias been made with respect to the j gre it question, “ Wnich is the better, the mar- j rie 1 or the single state ?” is the following:— j Wire .ever resolution you come to, repentance j will follow. Economy. —“ My dear, you use too much butter on vour bread,” said a lady who had been married late in life, to her husband ; “ they will not make butter for less than 25 cents a pound now-a-davs.” “ I do not know what they make it for,” an swe red lie, “ but I buy it to eat upon my bread.” Virtue is the queen of laborers; Opinion the mistress of fools ; Vanity the pride of na : ture, and Contention the overthrow of fami lies. No man can he truly happy here, without a well grounded liojie of being happy hereafter. We pitty the man who can harbor enmity against his fellow:—he looses half the enjoy ment of life ; —he embitters his own existence. A sailor's description of hunting.— Going to see my father t’other day, he ax’d me to take a voyage a hunting with him ; so, when the swablier had rigg’d the horses, they brought me one to stow myself on board of—one that they told me was in such right trim, she would go as fast on any tack as a filkstone cutter : sal got aloft, and cla[)t myself athwart ship and mide as much way as any on ’em ; a id totlie windward of a gravel pit was spied a hare it anchor; so I weighed and bore away, and iust as I had overtaken her, my horse came plump ashore upon a rock—the backstay broke —she pitched me over forecastle, came keel ipwards, and unshipped my shoulder ; and mng me if ever I sail on land privateering again.” A ladt’s portrait OP RBRSELP. Perhaps no lady was ever belter reconciled to ugliness in her own person tiian the Ducuess of Orleans, the mother of the Regent d’Orleans, who governed France during the minority of Louis the fifteenth. Thus she speaks of her own appearance and manners : •• From my earliest years I was aware how or dinary my appearance was, and did not like that people should look at me attentively. I never paid any attention to dress, because dia monds and dress were sure to attract attention. On great days my husband used to make me rouge, which I did greatly against my will, as 1 hate everything that incommodes me. One day 1 made the Countess Soissons laugh hear tily. She asked me why I never turned my head whenever I passed before a mirror—eve ry body else did ? I answered, because I had too much self-love to bear the sight of my own ugliness! I must have been very ugly in my youth. I had no sort of features ; with little twinkling eyes, a short snub nose, and long thick lips, the*vvho!e of my physiognomy was far from attractive. My face was large, with fat cheeks, and iny figure was short and stumpy; in short, I was a very homely sort of person. Except for the goodness of my dis position, no one would have endured me. It was impossible to discover anything like intel ligence in my eyes, except with a microscope. Perhaps there was not on the face of the earth such another pair of ugly hands as mine.— The king often told me so, and set me laugh ing abort it; for as 1 was qui’esure of being ve ry ugly. I made up mv mind to be always the first to laugh at it. This succeeded very well, though I must confess it furnished me with a good stock of materials for laughter.” INSTINCT or A SHEEP. A gentleman of Inverness, on a recent jour ney in the Highlands, while passing through a lonely and unfrequdntcd district, observed a sheep hurrying toward the road before him, as if to intercept his progress, and at the same time bleating most piteously. On approaching nearer, the animal redoubled its cries,and look ing significantly in the face of the traveller seemed to implore some favor or assistance a r his hands. Touched with a sight so-unusual, the gentleman alighted, and leaving his gig, followed the sliecj) to a field in the direction whence it came. There in a solitary cairn, at a considerable distanoe from the road, the sheep halted, and our traveller found a lamb com pletely wedged in between two large stones of the cairn, and struggling feebly with its legs uppermost. The gentleman instantly extrica ted the little sufferer, and placed it safely on the neighboring greensward, while its overjoy ed mother poured forth her thanks in a long continued and grateful, if not a musical strain. Glasgow Chronicle. FORCE OF AFFECTION. While the convicts were proceeding a few days ago from Clonnel to the depot in Cove, they had to pass through the village of Clog, been, where one of them had formerly resided. His family gathered round the car to hid him farewell. lle grasped his little son in his arms, and it required actual violence to separate them. When the child was taken from him, he called out to young Mr. Vowel, who had the convicts in charge, “ Oh, Mr. Harry? my heart is broken !” Then fell hack on the car and expired before the party had reached the next town. Irish paper. A DIFFICULT CASE. The French courts are about to have a case laid before them which presents difficulties which it would require the wisdom of Solomon to decide. The following are the facts : The maid-servant of a house, a young wo man “of a certain age,” was summoned to the succour of two suffering mothers, and in a few minutes received into her arms two new born male infants, which she placed in a cra dle, but without marking the place of either. One of the children died a few minutes after it birth, and now both mothers claim the living one. For ihe Southern Post. THE HOPE OP HEAVEN. There is a beam,- —a heavenly light, Tracing a pathway pure and bright, Spotless as the unwritten page, To solace youth or lengthening age r A balm for earthly cares tis given, The pure and joyous Hope of Heaven. Without this hope, alas ! to die, What bosom could its tumults fly ; No tears could heal the mental wo, That may the bursting- heart o’erflow : Nothing ean„sooth the bosom riven. Without the joyous Hope of Heaven. Earth’s fleeting joys, alas ! how vain To calm die heart's corroding pain ; Contrition soon its pleasures mar. And scatter all its treasures far: The cherish’d all fir which we’ve striven. Yields not the priceless llo]te of Heaven. ’Tis only where the heart benign Can every earthly tie resign ; Where faith and hope, and pious love The soul in gentle influence move. Onward, to take its high behest, Reposing on a Saviour’s breast: Thine to attain the joys that's given. To those who seek a Home in Heaven. o tr. THE fIOME OF THE DESOLaTE. A FRAGMENT. “ How many drink the cup, Os baleful grief, or eat the bitter bread Os misery! Sore pierced by wintry winds. How many shrink into die sordid hut Os cheerless poverty.” BV C- W. EVEREST. It night—the storm howled sadly by— and the mother sat in silence by the scanty fire, tiiat warmed and faintly lighted the wretched, dilapidated cottage, once, in brighter days, her happy home ! Sue had divided to her ragged and starving babes the little pitance of bread remaining to her, yet scarcely suffic ing to satisfy the mad cravings of hunger ! Little thought they, that they claimed their niotiier’s all : yet freely was it given, with a silent tear that it was all! She hushed their cries—sootned their sorrows—covered them with her tattered mantle—hade them a sad ‘ good-night' —and returned to her sorrowful vigil. Tne night wore away,—and still sat the mother over the fading fire she could not re plenish, waiting the jeoming of him whose returning footsteps once caused a thrill of joy through her bosom, and was hailed with bois terous glee by his little ones. Once, he prom ised at the altar to love and cherish her, and nobly, awhile, did he redeem the pledge. His cottage was the home of comfort, and his wiffe and infants divided his love! But ah! how changed ! He had become a Drunkard/- H,s business was neglected—his home was deserted—and his late return was hut the har b.nger of woe ! Fie came to curse the inno cent partner of his nrisery as the author of his wretchedness, and his frightened children snrunk away from him, screaming, as from a fiend! Wnere waits he now ? The shadows of nig .t have long darkened the landscaj e ! What delays his return ?—Alas ! the low haunt which ha»n ghtly witnessed the shameful rev el, now ecnoes to his frantic shout! Sur rounded by boon companions, he seeks to drown the memory of his sorrows in the bowl; wnile his wretched, starving, squallid wife, still keeps her lonely vigil by her cheerless hearth ! Stillness—solemn stillness, like the grave’s, reigns in that dreary habitation : and no sound is heard, save when the fitful sighing of the wintry blast, or the low murmur of her dream ing infants, rouses tne watcher from her trance. Tnen sue rises her aching eyes to the dim dial, and with a glance to Heaven, turns to-her lone ly watch again. But now “the tempest of aer feelings has grown too-fierce to he repress, e I”—her bosom heaves with the wild emotions of her soul—and her thin hands seem endea voring to force hack the bursting torrent of her tears! * * * * * * Tiie clock struck the hour of raidmght-r-nnd he came as wont! With a fearful oath, he cursed his wife’s fond care: and that mother’s silent tears, and the low wail of his frightened babes, went up to God for witness! ***** * Would you know the conclusion of the story ? Go; ask the jail, the almshouse, and the grave— and they will tell you ! Southern Literary Messenger. For the Southern Post LINES TO AMELIA—ON ABSENCE. 'Tis when at night my roving thoughts Are hushed and folded in my brdaet; Till *hv bright form has flitted near No sleep, no slumber, gives me rest. I’ll ne’er forget the cheering smiles, Which on your face I always see ; Time mat' all things else beguile, But still, oh ! still, I’ll think of thee ! In accents sweet as angels use,- Methinks falls from your rosy lips And of vour form I like to muse, ’Tis like the flower the wild bee sips. The pure affections of thy soul Flow' smooth like the untroubled sea; No power can e’er my mind control, To draw my thoughts aw ay from thee. In foreign lands I’ve travelled wide, O’er rugged rocks *nd mountains high, And oft did I wish thee at my side, To view’ your soft black rolling eye. But, oh ! my thoughts were all in vain,- Those sparkling gems I could not sec ; And though I may ne’er see you again,- Yet, I will ever think of thee! When far away in distant clime With curious eye unsated strayed, And down the winding stream of time, On every changeful current played : Ye% still at moments would I raise My w'earied head awhile to see The simple sports of idle days, And then, oh ! then would think of thee. I’ll think of thee, Amelia fair, The hours, w hen on the gentle lake, The sportive wavelets blue and clear, Soft rippling to the margin brake. And when the deafening billow's foam In madness o’er the pathless sea, Thsn will my mind in fancy roam Across them, and remember thee- Wlien winter winds are piercing chill, And o’er the wild w’oods blow’s the gala, With solemn feet I’ll tread the hill That overbrows the lonely vale : And when the waning moon-beam sleeps, At moonlight o’er the lonely lea ; And nature’s pensive spirit weeps In all her dews, I’ll think of thee ! MUZA. i TUB tTiSIIINGTOJI DtTET.. In the correspondence of the Pennsylvotp Inquirer, we find the following account of t!'* highly commendable conduct of Mrs. Graves in her endeavors to prevent the final duel-1 ’ “ The lady of the Hour Mr. Graves v uot aware tiiat her husband was about to W engaged in a duel till late in the morning.-! Every thing had been kept from the knowfecW of the females connected with the parties. ° By some accident, I knew not how it \ Va Mrs. Graves ascertained the painful feet, ti - ller husband had gone to the field. Notwith standing the day was severely cold and the la." dy was in feeble health, the moment the intefiil gence of the duel was made known to her, she proceeded to the proper authorities, and ’pro. : cured a bench warrant for the artist of all the parties engaged in the affair. She then p ro _ cceded to the Marshal of the District, procure ed a carriage, and accompanied that officer to seek out the field of battle. The better to execute their designs, and avoid all interruption, the duellists had led the public astray as to the place selected, and Mrs. Graves, alter having examined several places' usually resorted to by those who indulge b the trial by battle, without success, returned to the city in despair. Before she reached her lodgings, the deed had been done. I Ter conduct is worthy of all commendation and applause. The spirit and deep moral sense which this lady evinced, should entitle her to the admiration of every advocate of hu. inanity and justice. Had she been success, ful in her holy efforts to repress and subdue the hurricane of passion, which led her husband to the margin of an untimely grave, the affair might have bcem amicably adjusted, and poor Cilley might have escaped the fate that attend, ed him. And whilst the unfortunate Mrs. Cil. ley and her orphan children are left to bewail the loss of a father and husband, it may be a mournful satisfaction to them to know, that the wife of the man at whose hands he fell, struggled, though ineffectually, to prevent the death of their common protector. A HARD CASr. At the Greenwich Petty Sessions, an old collegian, apparently in the last stage of con. sumption, asked the magistrate the best way he (the applicant) conld get rid of a very bad tenant. “Double the rent*.” “I ! have done that, your honor.” “ Distfain the goods.”— “ She ain’t got any.” [Roars of laughter, in which the magistrate joined.} “ Take off the roof.” [Loud laughter.] “ Lord bless you! that would never do ; she and her four children would pull the house down.” “ You had Let ter consult an attorney.” “ Consult a retor ney—slip’s not worth powder and shot iff gain the action.” [Continued laughter-]. The magistrate said lie could not suggest any other course, and the applicant retired. PINTERS. The Lancaster (Pa.) Examiner states that “ John B. Smith, one ol the members of the House of Representatives from Philadelphia county, is a journeyman printer, and that in the Senate of that state, there are four practical printers, namely, Messrs. Rogers, Peltz, Ste rett, and Kingsbury. Mr. Hamersley, the Clerk of the Senate, is also stated to be a prnc tical printer. Judge Lewis, now’ a distinguish ed lawyer and Judge in Pennsylvania, was a journeyman-printer in the office'of the New- York Daily Advertiser in 1837.” Citizens’ neetins. At a public meeting of merchants and oth ers, held at the City Hall, Isaac G. Seymour, Esq. was Called to the chair, and Win. B. Parker, Esq. appointed Secretary. On motion, the report of the Convention held at Augusta on the IGtli of October last, was read by the Secretary. On motion, Resolved, That this meeting highly approve the proceedings of the Conven tion of Merchants and others, held in the city of Augusta, on the 16th of October last, and fully concur in the views presented in the able Address of the Convention to the people of the Southern and South Western States : that , we regard it important that this city should again be represented in the Convention to be held in the city of Augusta, on the first Mor day of April next, and that this meeting now ctioosc thirteen Delegates for that purpose. — The following gentlemen were accordingly chosen - W. B. Parker ; Jno. Baldwin, Robert Collins, E. D. Tracy, Jno. T. Rowland, Elms Beall r John Lamar, C. J. MeDonald, E. Hamilton, Washington Poe r A. H. Chappell, L G. Seymour, L. L. Griffin. On motion, Resolved, That a committee of five he appointed to notify the Delegates now selected, and ascertain whether they will sene, and if as many as seven do not proinis to serve, tiiat said committee he authorized to select oth ers to make up that number.. The following gentlemen compose that committee: T. G. Holt, A. Clopton, L. Eckley, W. B- Johnston, and O. Gregory. On motion, Resolved, That the proceedings of this meeting be published in the several pa*- pers of this city. The meeting adjourned. ISAAC G. SEYMOUR, Chairman- W. B. Parker, Secretary. Macon. March 10.1838,