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unsuspectingly Ixmght some. She bail eaten them; they contained poison; and death was fast overtaking her. At this terrible information Hasson's firmness gave way; he groaned heavily; lie fell at his wife’s feet and bathed them with tears. Brahim, who, attracted by his lamentation had entered the tent, learnt the dreadful news, and endeavoured, by administering large draughts cl asses’ milk, to relieve his daughter from the torment she was suf fering. But Kaddour had chosen his poi son 100 well—it had taken too deep a root for any remedy to avert its effects. Two hours of indescribable torture, and Baia was dead ! Hussan hurried the distracted Brahim from the tent, and remained during the whole night with the remains of bis well beloved. The next day he saw that the horrible words written at the threshold of the lent had been effaced, anil others sub stituted. They ran thus—‘Have 1 struck justly?’ The body of Baia was, according to custom, enveloped in her wedding clothes by women of her tribe, and a sort of cra dle was made to receive it of palm leaves. The corpse was borne by friendly hands to the place of sepulture. A wcepingcrowd of relations and friends followed. On their arrival, the remains were placed near the grave, and four Arabs <! them selves towards the four points of llie com pass, exclarned, ‘Sonsof Beni-Smiel,alas ! alas! Know that Baia, the daughter of Brabini-ben-Zaragout, is dead.’ To this) the mourners responded with deep groans. The pit was deep*and broad, and at the bottom a farther depth was dug just wide enough to receive the deceased. The bo dy was lowered, and several large stones j were placed over it, their edges resting on the brinks of the actual grave. The immencc pit was then filled up, and se veral large flat stones were placed up right on the surface to indicate that the place was sacred—hallowed by the re mains of a human being. The crowd now withdrew to Hassan’s tent, where a repast in honor of the dead awaited them. It consisted of goat’s milk cheese and cakes soaked in oil and but ter —which are .always eaten on such oc casions. After all the guests had drank coffee, each out of the same cup, they se parated. Hussan, absorbed by a terrible hope of revenge—which only relieved his one hit ler grief—set out next day unattended for the mountains. He had been directed to a valley where Kaddour often hunted. Thither lie repaired, and passed a month. By night he enveloped himself in his bur nous, and slept under a tree; by day he concealed himself in a spot which com manded a view of the whole valley', which was of immense extent. There, immova ble as the rock against which he leant, did he wait for his enemy, with that pa tience whiehthe hopeofvcngence inspires in the breast of an Arab. Once, and only once, during that time did he perceive Kaddour, at a very great distance, much too great to enable him to reach his perfi dious enemy. One morning Ilussen espied a horseman in the valley ; his eyes, sharpened by the instinct of hatred, recognised Kaddour, who was advancing by a narrow pathway which wound along the side of the moun tain. This road was well chosen; for be ing completely open and unsheltered, ii afforded a view of every tiling around. In a single spot, however, at a little distance from the path, there grew several shrubs, amongst which it might be possible for an enemy to conceal himself. A transient smile played upon Ilassan’s lips, the first which had passed over his countenance since the burial of his wife. He examin 'd his gun, charged it, and crept stealthily among the bushes. Lean ing patiently against a branch, ho raised bis gun ready, when the right moment should come, to fire. Kaddour advanced towards the thicket, and stopped within a short distance of it to scrutinize every leal but as nothing occurred to excite suspi cion, he continued his route. Hassan took deliberate aim at his onem}', and fired. Kaddour fell. The ball which had bro ken bis arm near the shoulder, obliged him to relinquish the hold of his gun; but raising himself by a desperate effort, lie endeavoured unsuccessful!}' to draw out his pistol. Hassan in one bound stood bclbre him,and seizing him round the body threw him upon the earth, and undoing his own belt, bound bis victim tightly ; whilst Kaddour, foaming with rage in his teeth gnashing from the effects of pai i, of fered but a vain resistance. Intoxicated with the savage joy that vengeance gives, Hassan placed his foot upon the breast of] his prostrated enemy. He showered bit- ! ter taunts on him, and repeated the words which were written on the sand on the: morrow of the death of Baia. ‘And I, also, have 1 struck justly ? Kad dour, be your own judge. It is j’ou who have killed my wife; it is you who have killed my child; it is you who have con demned me to everlasting misery. What vengeance have you notprepared for your self! But Allah he praised, he has given you up to me in the state I could most have desired. Oh, Baia! Brahim! my child! you shall all be avenged !’ The Arab of the tribe of the Gcafera made no answer, but began to recite his prayers. Hassan, with his head leaning upon his hand, was seated near Kaddour; he was reflecting upon the kind of death which he iuiended to inflict upon his enemy. Fixing his eyes upon him, he seemed to 1 told a conversation with himself, for his lips moved; sometimes he shook his head, as making a negative sign; at others a smile of contentment passed over his face. At length he rose, and drawing from his pnrse, of the form nf a portfolio, a piece of money enveloped in a cloth, he show ed it to Kaddour, saying, ‘Do you recol lect this coin V The Arab was silent. I ‘Well,' continued lie, ‘it is the same piece of money with which you impriuted your hatred upon my flesh. Look how j well the mould of it adapts itself to the wound. One of us shall die, said you :it iis you. However, what had 1 done to you to incur your hate? W hat had Baia done to you ? What had my child done to you ?’ The voice of Hussan was mnv jed in pronouncing these words. Then he resumed in a different tone, ‘At last I have you in my power!’ Hussan assembled three stones, gath ered some brambles, and placing some dried moss upon a pebble,obtained a light by striking it with the back of his blade. The lire was communicated to the moss, then to the brambles of the hearth, upon which be now placed the piece of money. ‘Coward!’ cried Kaddour, ‘kill me quickly. ‘Kill you quickly ! oh ! no, no. Baia and my child did you kill them quickly? All ! on the contrary, why cannot l make your tortures last as long as my grief?’ ft could only distress the reader to pur sue the details of Hassan’s revenge. Suf fice it to stale that he exercised all the re finement of cruilty which half-civilised nations know so well how to practise, mai ming his limbs, searing his eyeballs with j the burning coin, &c. thus destroying the; lifeofliis victim siowly, and rejoicing over j every expression of despair and suffering which was wrung from him. li was only j when death bail ended the ferocious rap-j ttires of the one, and the agonies of the other, that Ilnssan-mil id, leaving the ho- i <1 v a prey to the beasts of the desert. Hi mounted his horse, and directed his course northward, readied Oran, where he en tered the ranks of the French. He is now serving amongst the irregular spaliis, or i native cavalry. Graxdilouuknce.— ‘ Twas night !—j The stars were shrouded in a veil of mist; a cloudy canopy overhung the earth ; the vivid lightnings flashed, and shook their fiery tresses in the face of heaven ; the deep toned thunder rolled along the vaulted sky ; the elements were in wild commotion ; the storm howled in air, the wind whistled : the iiail stones fell like a shower of pearls ; the huge undulations of the ocean dashed upon the rock-bound shore ; torrents leaped from the mountain tops; in short, it was a night awful beyond imagination, and Adolphus Leopold sprang from his couch with ven-j gennee stamped upon his biow, wonder in his heart, and the fell instrument of death in his hands. The storm increased ; the light-, nings flashed with a brighter glow; the thunder grow led with a deeper energy ; the Wind whistled with .»wilder fury ; the con fusion of the hours was congenial to his soul and the stormy passion that raged in his bosom ; he clenched his weapon with a sterner grasp ; a demoniac smile gathered on his lip ; he grated his teeth, raised his arm, sprang with a fearful yell oi triumph on his victim, and relentlessly murdered a bed-bug. Thf. Cura Ladies. —Whilst the cur tain’s down, mac/ure Henrietta, you will pardon my looking round at the new faces about me. What a contrast to the fair com plexions I have just left behind tne ! Here is every shade of brown, but set off with such fine dark eyes, glowing and flashing, that one is half afraid to look at them.— Black httir and eye-brows finish the por-j trait, that is decidedly one of Southern growth. 1 feel timid in giving first impres-J sions where unfavorable; but I found the! (be toilette of (lie ladies generally bad. It ] tvas mostly French ; but their dresses were jiff made, though oftlie richest material, and had an ugly effect. I observed they wore jno stays, and this gave a very sacklike ap pearance to their bodies, tied round as they were with a string. The Havana ladies are i full to stoutness, falling, indeed, under the suspicion of fatness, which comes of their taking so little exercise—a sacrifice they willingly make to preserve the beauty of their small feet, most ludicrously dispropor tioned to the superstructure above. Their hands are pretty, and in public are most ac tively occupied with their fans, which they open and shut with a coquetry quite seduc tive. It is odd so much grace can be dis played in a tiling so slight.—[ Fanny Els sler at the Havana. Shooting by Accident. —‘ Plnise your lordship’s honor and glory,’ repled Tim, 1 1 shot the hare by accident.’ ‘By accident,’! remarked Captain O’Halloran. *By acci dent,’ continued the postillion. 1 1 was fir ing at a bush, and the beast ran across mv aim, all of his own accord.’ The game keeper tells a different story,’ replied his lordship. * Och ! don’t put faith in what that man says,’ said Titn Ryan, ‘ when he never cares about speaking the truth any how. He tould me t’other day, yer lordship was not so fit to fill the chair of justice as a jackass !’ * Ay, ay,’ exclaimed Viscount i Kilskiddery.’ ‘ Indeed, and what did you say /’ ‘ Blaise yer lordship, I said yer lord ship was.’ Light Coin.— ln the autumn of the year 1660 Elizabeth’s great and glorious measure of restoring the English currency! |to sterling value was carried into effect.— \ “ A matter, indeed, weighty and great,” says Camden, “ which neither Edward VI. could nor Mary durst attempt, since Henry VIII. was the first King that caused copper to be mingled with silver, to the great disgrace of the kingdom, damage of his successors and people, and a notable token of his excessive expense, since his father had left him more wealththan any other king ever left his suc cessors, and likewise he had drawn abund ance of money by means of tribute and ini- 1 posts, besides all the revenues, gifts, and goods belonging to the monasteries.” This j mighty and beneficial change was effect! by the enlightened policy of Elizabeth, and without causing the slightest inconvenience or distress to individuals. The old money was called in, and every person received the nominal value of the base coin, in new ster ling money, and the Government liore the loss, which was, of course, very heavy, but the people were satisfied, and their confi dence in the good faith and honor of the crown richly repaid this great sovereign for the sacrifice. She strictly forbade melt ing or trafficking with the coin in any way; a precaution the more necessary, inasmuch as the silver was better and purer in Eng land, during her reign, than in full two hun dred years before, and than any that was us ed in any oilier natiou of Europe in her own . time. POLITIC A L. From the Rielinioii.i Enquirer. VIVE LA BAGATELLE. The Plot — The two Clmjt / (Let us strip the recent correspondence ofiill iis verbiage, and compress its sub stance into a nutshell. It might run thus: (T7*Of course, this is our own version of the genuine letters. We might fancy the parties concerned, to write as follows: just as Rousseau or Richardson wrap up the plot of their Novels in the form ol let ters : No. I.— Cassius M. Clay to 11. C/mj. Lexington, Aug. 1, 1844. My Dear Sir :—I shall set out tomor row on a mission for your benefit. I shall visit the Abolitionists of Ohio, New England and New Y>rk, and attempt to persuade them that you will be a bet ter man fi>r tin ir purposes than Birney. I shall doff my bmvie knife and duelling pistols, and appear as the missionary of I liberty and religion. You know that six years ago, I was the advocate of the An nexation of Texas, and brought forward the strongest resolutions to that effect—hut no matter. 'Tout ccla se change! I must now appear the opponent of Texas and of Slavery.— My mission is a difficult one— but who will not encounter any sacrifices, you know, lor the good of his country and his friend ? Ever yours, C. M. C. No. 2.- —//. C. tn C. M. C. Ashland, Au, 2. 1844. My dear Cassius: —Heaven speed your | generous endeavours. But subdue your I impetuosity of temper and he prudent, ; I am afraid you cannot prevail on your tricuds ol Liberty to vote for tne —and we j must not lose our iriends in the South, in the effort to make new ones in the North. That, you km w would lie playing a lo sing game. Take care! Faithfully yours, 11. C. No. 3.— C. fff. Cloy, to Col. J. J. Speed of Ithaca. Columbus, Ohio, Aug. 15, 1844. Dear Sir: —l have commenced mv po litical tour. lam determined to do all 1 can to elect 11. Clay- 1 will write lor him, speak for him, light lor Inm. I shall visit some of the Abolitionists in this Slate —theme to Buffalo, anil thence to Boston where I shall meet Webster and Barrien, and preach a Holy Crusade for the Whig cause. You know, l wrote you on the iOtli July, from Lexington, that 1 was ‘‘not idle, and that my correspondence both Whigs and Liberty men was exten sive.” I beg leave to remind you oftlie Inflowing extract in my letter: “I regard no aristocracy in Europe so coereeive ami ant i-Republican as Southern slave-holding The North is equally implicated in this tyranny, over master as well as slaves. The Whigs must runic up to this high ground, or fall, and their fall w ill not he regretted by coming generations. Jf you cannot have my services, you can have i those of a greater. Seward is a name that j New York may well he proud of. Call him into the field. Such a man leading the Whigs must triumph. To succeed I when such a man is not a (it leader, brings I no success at which a lover oftlie princi | pies of’76 can rejoice. Let the Wliigs of the North put the battle on its true basis, anil fight it bravely—on one side, Polk, Slavkrv, and Texas— on the other, Clay Union ami Liberty. If we cannot beat on such issues, then let us full—and, in our fall, we will he remembered by the goo I forever. Can it be possible, that while Mr. Clay some three or four Slave States, w hich were sure to him before, by oppo sing Texas, that there is not sufficient spirit of freedom, honor, and good faith in the North, to carry those large States, where his success was before doubtful? [Clay, and his friends, have taken high anci holy ground. We must raise the war cry, soul stirring, as the great questions at issue, are expansive anil lasting in their consequence, for good or evil. With Mr. Polk’s election, Texas comes in—with Texas, the North and South are inevitably split—and away goes the fruits, to us here at least, oftlie American Revolution. It iis in vain to put off the evil day. It is at hand now’. Slavery or Liberty is to lie determined, in some sort, this coming e lection—not the liberty of the black only, but of the white also. Ido not mean to say Mr. Clay is an Emancipationist, but I believe his feelings are with the cause. I know that those most immediately within his influence, approximate to myself, in j sentiment, upon the subject of Slavery. The great mass of Whigs are, orought to he, anti-slavery.”* Under this banner I mean to fight du ring my whole pilgrimage to the North. I shall appeal to the Wlrigs, as if they were anti-slavery. I shall appeal to the Abo litionists, as if they could only vote for a Whig candidate. I hope you have smoo thed the way for my advent in New York and New England, by publishing my let ter of 10th July, in my friend Greely’s Tribune.—God be with you and yours! C. M. C. ! ‘This extract is no Fiction. It is tnkenfrom the genuine Letter of Cassius JH. Clav toSpeed ofll j liaca as published in the “New Yoik Tribune.” | No. 4.—.7. Syecd Smith, of Kentucky, to H. Cloy. August 20,1840. My ihor Sir —C. M. Clay is playing the deuce with us. His letter to J. J. Speed of Ithica, is published in the Tribune, and is producing a storm in the South. Pity it is, that we have but one game to play ; and that what is meat in the North is poi son in the South. Bat so it is! Your friends begin to grumble about C. M. Clay, and to vow that they cannot support you if you hold such doctrines. Why, sir, his letter has already done us irreparable in jury in Tennessee, North Carolina and Georgia. It even endangers Kentucky. |To go against Texas, as you have done, is hud enough—and your bulletins 2 and 10, though they have mystified the natives about the precise character of your Ra leigh letter, yet they cannot break the force of Cassius’s foolish revelations. Do something—give us some veil to throw over his blunders, or all will be lost in the South. Yours, ever, J. S. S. No. 5.— 11e/try Clay to Mr. Jl’ickliffc, (Edi tur of the Lexington Observer.) Ashland, Sept. 2. Sir: Please do me the favor to state, fin itic satisfaction of my friends and the public in general, that 1 cannot sanction Mr. C. M. Clay’s ltliica letter. That “let ter was written without my knowledge, without any consultation with me, and without any authority from me. J never sasv it until l read it in the public prints. That gentleman is an independent citizen, having a perled light to entertain and avow his own opinions. lam not respon sible Ibr them, as he is not for mine. So far ns he ventures tn interpret iny feelings, he has entirely misconceived them. 1 believe him to he equally mistaken as to those in the circle of my personal friends and neighbors generally.” 1 need not say any luing in relation to what Mr. C. M. C. says of Texas. My opinions on that subject are clearly put Ibrth in the three letters I have already written about it--:unl I sincerely trust, I shall not have to write a Iburtli letter to explain my three first. Yours, respectfully, 11. C. No. G.— ll. Clay to C. M. Clay. [Confidential.] Ashland, Sept. 8, 1844. My dear Cassius: I owe you an apology for the letter I have just publicly addross ed to Wicklille. I seize lire ojqioriunitv, (which I desired, of a remark made by the Kentucky Gazette,) to come before the public, and do away some of the unfavor able. impressions, which your letter has made in the South. You have gone too far. After all, as I wrote you at first, 1 am “afraid” we shall not he able to pro pitiate these dogged Birney men —as poor Slade like to have lilt to his cost in Ver mont —and yet we are losing Iriends to the Smith. J. Speed Smith has written me an alarming letter, about the disa flec tions which you have created in Tennes see, Georgia and North Carolina—and even in our own loyal Kentucky. And what was 1 to do? I had to risk some thing—even among the abolitionists, and still more with you—and I wrote the lit ter you may have c rcn to rid me of my embarrassments. You must, therefore, excuse me for w hat l have done. I could not get on, without some such explana tion—though 1 was exceedingly puzzled what to say. Yet I trusted to my usual tact, and now throw myself upon vour kindness lor mv excuse. I know your friendship, as well as vour devotion to the Whig cause—and hope that nothing I have said w ill cool your ardor, or abate vour excit ions. Goon, ti.y ileai Cassius —serve vour country, and serve me. No one expects more from your efforts than Yours, faithfully, H. C. No. 7.— 11. Cloy to the. lion. I Villxs Green, ( General Agent <f the Wltigsat Washington.) Ashland, Sept. 18,1844. Dear G —: I put under cover for Cassius, a private letter, which you will lie kind enough to send to him, when you ascertain his address. It is to do away any unkind impressions which he may have conceived from my la'e letter in Wickliffc’s paper—and nerve him still further Jor the pilgrimage on which lie has so nobly entered. I also enclose you for our loyal follow ers, Gales and Seaton, a letter which is intended for the public eye. I believe it is time lor toe to stop writing for the Press. I ought not to have begun it—hut really I could not well withstand the itch for notoriety, and moreover, I hoped to re move some prejudices, and gain some votes by writing first to one part of the country what would please them—and then to another, what might better suit its own latitude. I fear, however, that 1 ha\e rather overdone the thing—and be gin to believe, that our friend Harrison was not so lar out, when he appointed a Committee ol Three, to write for him, or not to write for him, as they might think most expedient. 1 find it was a very em barrass.ng office 1 had undertaken. In pleasing one set you arevery apt to offend another—as you will recollect about the unhappy man, who was carrying his ass to market, and found to his cost, that there was no pleasing every body at once, and finally lost his ass in the bargain. My friends to have remonstrated against my loquacity, and hinted something about their not supporting me, if I continued to make such a fool of myself. So l believe 1 will write no more—at least for the pub lic eye—intending, of course, to make up by the number of my private epistles for the want of public letters. I hope you will like this hist public let ter which I enclose you. 1 have weighed it well, and from what Cassius writes me and other of my friends in the North, I ex pect that I had rather overdone the busi ness in my last letters—thrown myself too much on the Southern side of the saddle, ! and excited the jealousies and doubts of ! the abolitionists. 1 have, therefore, de termined, as a last resource, to go hack to Imy first love—the Raleigh letter—and to remove all apprehensions on their parts, that the weathercock might change again 1 have declared that this is my last letter. If necessary, 1 can write ptivate letters to my friends to remove their doubts, and please their capricious tastes. I should have been glad to have brought ! into this last letter some explanations a hout my positions on the tariff'. But lam in such a snail upon that question, that it is better for me not to touch it again 1 hope my letter to Gen. Miller is sufficient. The d—l’s in it, if lie is not satisfied with my pledging myself to go the whole for the present Tariff-—without rcjieal or any modification. My cotisienee does now and then twinge tu« about this cursed Compromise law—for, Imw am I to get over the high and oppressive rates oftlie Tariff'of’42? I know I was pledged but a few months ago to the people of Char leston, as a man of honor, to adhere to the act of ’33 in good faith. I know as well as Andrew Stewart does, that its minimum principle especially trrmples the Compremise law under foot—and as Rives said, that it is even worse in sever al respects than the act of'2B, and that it entirely loses sight of the Compromise. I know, that this Compromise act of 20 per; cent, cl city in cash, on the home valuation, amounting to near 26 per cent. —along with freight, commission, &c. at about 154 will run up the protection to near 414 per cent, on the cost of the manufactures in England—being two-fifths oftlie value of the article in the British market, and that if the manufacturers cannot get on without that advantage, it would only show w’e were not ripe for that species of goods. But it is sufficient protection, as I said at the time, and I repented in my Hanover Speech in 1840. 1 know, as well as any Loco Foco slangw hanger, that under the 2d section of the act, what the rabid Me ilary says is true, that “the poor man who buys cotton for a shirt worth live nails per yard, by the unjust provisions of the iaw, has it valued at 20 cents per yard, & actually pays a tax four times greater on the square yard, than the man who buys the finest article he can procure —and a gaiti : that calico, which costs fifteen cents the squsrcyard, is valued as though it cost twice that amount, and the lax charged accordingly; that velvets, See. though they cost but 15 or IS cents pi r yard, is taxed as if lhey cost 3-3 cents, &o. —Let the in justice and inequality of this be as appa rent” as it may, I must abide bv the Tar iff’of’42. 1 cannot go hack to the com promise. If “Honor (as honest Jack says) pricks me on”—my ambition pricks tne off'’ “therefore, I’ll none ol it: II mor is a mere escutcheon, and so ends my catechism.” I must not offend the Abolitionists about Texas, nor the extravagant Protectionists about the Tariff—and 1 must leave it to Clayton to sophisticate the subject, and try to answer Ben Howard, and recon cile all my speeches, letters and sayings on this question—whilst I seal my lips ibr the future. Yours faithfully, 11. C. .VO. 9. — IF. Green to 11. C!ay. IFashington, Oct. 4. My dear Sir: Your public letter is pub lished, but the oilier cat’s out of the bag. Some rascai.y Lncofoco lias got bold of your private letter to Cassius, and made it public too. Oh ! how they will squib us—and laugh at ns ; and turn the letters into comic rhymes, or prosaic parodies.— But though it is a very unlucky affair, yet we must make the best of it by saying nothing about it. Not a word must appear in the papers about this private letter— and we must be more careful hereafter, in conducting our confidential correspond ence. 'The skies are rather overcast in Pennsylvania ami New York—but we art working the wires as well as we can— anil my pen is continually dipped in the ink, for franking and citcululing docu ments by the bushel. Yours, See. \V. G. N. B. We hope it is unnecessary to say again, that the preceding correspondence is all I adinage. There is no Roorback ism about it. 'The letters are avowedly fictitious, and in fun. No more, ’pon honor.— [Eityui/er. CE\Y OK A.VYIfX tTIOTt. “On which side, my lord ?” “On which side you say'/ Why on all sides; l hold all opinions—my principles are satisfactory to every body, but I charge yc, be cautious in the canvass, and commit me not on bran dy to a drinker of malt, nor on malt to a drinker of brandy.”—[• >ld Comedy. THE LAST SHIFT. The vindictive and scurrilous attack on Dr. Capers, in the editorial columns of the Christian Advocate and Journal of the 9th instant, is beneath the notice of all decent, not to say Christian men. It is a melan choly exhibition of hatreds which have been festering for some time, of vindictiveness such as old men very seldom feel. In its coarseness, it exceeds any llting which we have ever seen from the pen of Dr. Bond. There is but a single point in the whole diatribe which requires any comment front us; and this, we feel called on, in the ab sence of Dr. Capers, to bring to the atten tion of our readers. Dr. Bond charges Dr. Capers with carrying on negociatious with the Hon. the Secretary of State, for the joint purpose of affecting a dissolution of the United States, and of the Method list Episcopal Church. He represents Dr. iCapersas having resorted to Mi. Calhoun for counsel, and as exhorting the Method ists of the South to obey the “ dictation” of that eminent statesman. Now we take the liberty to pronounce the foregoing charge an utter falsehood ; a calumny destitute of proof, foundation, or probability. Dr. Capers has had no personal interview with the Secretary of State, on any subject whatever, either at or since the General Conference. No ne gociations of any kind have been carried on between tlie parties; no advice lias been asked, no dictation volunlecied; no such plot as that announced by Dr. Bond has had any existence, save in the disor dered imaginings of a mind which must be verging on insanity. If the ridiculous ness of the calumny is not a sufficient ref- j illation, we give the whole story an un qualified and positive denial.—[So. Chris tian Advocate. Saws.— The following are a few of the common or popular proverbial “ saws” re lative to the weather, viz : “A rainbow in the morning gives the shepherd warning.”! That is, if the wind be easterly : because it shows that the rain clouds are passing away. “Evening red, and next morning grey, are certain signs of a lieuutiful day.” “ When the glow worm lights her lamp, the air is always damp.” “If the cock goes crowing to bed, He’ll certainly rise with a watery head. the republic. “ Government derives its just pincers not from tne authority of Hitlers, but from the consent of the governed.” MAC OS, OCTOBER 25, 1844. (Election on the first Monday in November, bn gene, rat Ticket.) FOB PI! ESI DENT, JAMES K. I’OLK, of Tennessee. VICE PRESIDENT. GEORGE M. DALLAS, of Pennsylvania. DEMOCRATIC ELECTORS. chakles j. McDonald, ( >r c..i.h, ALFRED IVERSON, .if Muscogee, ROBERT M. CHARLTON, i/chatham, BARZILLAI GRAVES, of Randolph, GEORGE W. TOWNS, of-Talbot, \V. F. SAMFORD, of Meriwether, CHARLES MURPHY, of Cass, AN. B. WOFFORD, of Hahcniliain, H. V. JOHNSON, of Baldwin, ELI 11. BAXTER, of Hancock. COTTON .MARKET. Our market lias undergone no material change since our last. The receipts lor the lasi ten days have increased, and our citv presents its accustom ed activity. Be make quotations, to day extn me , 4 I 2a 5 5-B—principal sales, 5a 5 1-2. Our mar ket is well supplied with goods, and our count! v friends may rest assured that it otlers equal advan tages, all things considered, with any point in the State. The river is not yet in boating order. Freights to Savannah on cotton by rad road tiO c. per hundred. “WHEEL. BN.” Wheel in the Democratic ranks. For hearts beat high and bands are here, To greet old friends with many thanks, And bail them too with many a cheer; NN hat though, lost brothers! one by one, You left us, ’midst the battle’s din, Now, welcome hack ! shine out, bright sun, Take up your arms ! wheel in ! There are thousands of Whigs in Georgia who leel convinced that they have been misled by Mr. Clay into ihe advocacy of measures which their judgements condemn, and their consciences disap prove. Let such men yield to the spirit of patriotism which stili hovers above them like the star of Con statiue directing to objects nobler and purer and more exalted than mere party animosities, nr per sonal predilections. True moral courage is exhibited not so miieli in boldly investigating lor ourselves the gieat ques tions of political disputation, that we may ascertain wliat inherent virtue, safety, and truth they con , ini i, as in the manly annunciation of our well-ma ! lured convictions. Every citizen of this wide spread Republic, when under the influences of a spontaneous expression of his sentiments, must feci mortified that a statesman, of such respleuilant qualifications as Mr. Olay undoubtedly possesses, i should, under the malign influence of Adams and Webster, he lured into an anti-American view of the most interesting, the must absorbing,and hv far the most controlling question, both as it regards the present and tlie* future, that bus been presented to the mi ulsoftlie American people since the war of lude|iendeiice. But that mortification must lie doubly increased when reverting to iheir own personal history and conviction, our whig friends arc admonished that ih *v have lieen borne along on the impetuous cur rent of political strile, the willing and unresisting instrument of party leaders, without having once inlerrogiled the pilot as to the course of the ship, the length of the passage, the condition oftlie ele ments, or the port of destination. The crash of the Stalwart timbers of the ship of State, that has rode oldocean's ivavesand breasted her storms Ibr sixty seven years can alone dispel Ihe denlli-lioding trance. Awake! You are approaching the circle oftlie Political Maelstrom, and once within its po tent and irresistible current, you are beyond rescue or salvation. Now that Mr. Clay is no longer cheered by the hopes of Southern support, into which belief he bad been beguiled bv a tew factions partisans, those political hirils of prey that follow in the wake of the Ship of Stale, and live upon the ollals of Political Spoils, he has in the phrenzv of the moment torn oil’l he silver veil behind which the grim, distorted countenance of Federalism was concealed, and ex claimed in the language of the impious prophet of Khorassatt, Behold ye wise saints your light, your star, Ye would lie dupes snid victims,and ye me! But patriots of Georgia up will) the stars and stripes! nail ilietn to the mast,and upon the bright and burning altars of vour country’s glory, swear never to desert, never to surrender them into the bands of a man who would impoverish the South by a galling and iniquitous system of taxation — suffer a hlond-lllirslv tyrant to butcher a Free Peo ple from a pretended and mawkish sensibility lor our national honor; and |>ermit the most beautiful, important, and valuable territory to be sacrificed to appease the demands of the “ third party,” the li bellers of the South, the filse devotee* of liberty, the sans culottes of the 19th century, the incendia ries <d’ tl.e Constitution, and the patrons and pro pagators of Southhampton massacres. Arise then tmoflicial Whigs of Georgia, and shake nfl the iron bonds of parly. Dare to disobey those,who avail ing themselves of a credulity caused by past as sociations, are madly bent upon the ruin of your country. They would carry you into the same disastrous alliances which Senator Berrien basal ready formed himself, ami into which he would en trap the people of Georgia. Is he your represen tative? Do you concur in the frail ill doctrines that lie has t>een advocating throughout the past summer in New Jersey and Massachusetts? As the recognized expounder of \Y big tenets, lie has transit-red you to the high tariff party of the North. Did you authorize him to consummate such a bar gain? Are you willing to the transfer.'' Is there a single press of your parly, that has dared de nounce the doctrines laid down by Senator Ber rien in ttie presence of Granger and Webster, in which lie pledges Georgia to the Protectionists. Not one!—No, not one! In your hearts you con demn him, his doctrines, and the Federal alliance that he lias formed for you, and you can no longer obey the true impulse of patriotism, ami remain where you are. Remember that though every other Stale in the confederacy should adopt these Federal principles and go by the hoard,that Geor gia, true to theConslitution ami herself, will remain Republican to the core. Then no longer hesitaic, hut Wheel in! though dust and shadows thus, Obscure our dense, but broken lines, Though Waterloo, it sceired to us, Yet now, again, the daybghl shines; Hard hands are grasping hands as hard, Our thickening ranks await the din ; No power can now our course retard ; Take up your arms! W heel in ! AVheel in ! the poor man’s place is here, .Mechanics! form in solid line; For Polk and Dallas, give a cheer, And give for Texas nine times nine; No more is heard “what of the night • Tne shroud of darkness grows roublllnn, The watchword soldier! V ictory —rigm • Take op your arms! AV heel in! [trylVe liiqie those persons who may veil our paper from the Carrier, and *»• w j)j intend to remain upon our subscription ' u ,.j, give us notice forthwith. 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