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THE UEPUBEIC, IS PUBLISHED EVERY WEDNESDAY, OVER J* D. WINN’S BRICK STORE COTTON AVENUE, MACON, GA. A T $3,00 PER ANNUM, IN ADVANCE. RATES OF ADVERTISING, &.C. o,ie square, of 100 words, or less, in Hinall type, 75 cents tor the first insertion, and 50 cents for each subsequent insertion. All advertisements containing more than 100 and I es sihan 200 words, will be charged as two squares, i To yearly advertisers, a liberal deduction will lx- i made. Sales of Land, bv Administrators, Executors, or Guardians, are required by law to be held on the I first Tuesday in the month, between the hours of ; , en in the forenoon, and three in the afternoon, at the Court House in the county in which the pro- j perty is situated. Notice of these must be given in a public gazette, sixty days previous to the day of sale. Notice to debtors and creditors of an estate must be published forty days. Notice that application will lie made to the Court . of Ordinary for leave to sell land, must be publish ed four months. Sales of Negroes must be made at public auc tion, on the first Tuesday of the month, between the legal hours of sale, at the place of public sales, in the county where the letters testamentary, oi administration of guardianship, Shall have been granted, sixty days notice being previously given •none of the public gazettes of tliis State, and at : the door of the Court House where such sales are to be held. Notice for leave to sell Negroes most be pub fished for four months before any order absolute j shall be made thereon by the Court. All business of I his nature will receive prompt mention at the office of THE REPUBLIC. I pftmmmmmtmmsmm—amm—msmamammmmmmm . BUSINESS CARDS. JOB PRINTING SZStDima® AT TIST2S ©ETHOXS, With Neatness and Dispatch. BROWN Si SHOCKLEY, MACON, GA. Jan 1, 1845. 12—ly FLOYI) HOUSE. BY 13. S. NEWCOMB. Macon, Georgia. Oct. 19,1844. 1-ff WIIITINO & MIX, WHOLESALE AND RETAIL DEALERS IN BOOTS AND SHOES, Near the Washington Hall, Second street. Macon, Georgia. Oct. 19, 1844. 1-tt ; ~J. L. JONES & CO. CLOTHING STORE. West side .Mulberry Street, next door belotc the Big Hat. Macon, Georgia. Oct. 19,1844. I-ls | NISBET & WINGFIELD. ATTORNEYS AT LAW. Office on .Mulberry Street, over Kimberly's Hat Store. Macon, Georgia. Oct. 19,1844. I —ts DOCTORS .!. M. *H. K. GKEIST ’ Coiner of .Mulberry and Third Streets. Macon. Georgia. Oct. 19, 1844. !—tl FREKMAS & ROBERTS. S addle, Ha r n ess, an and IV hi p, JIAJdJFACTORY. Dealers in all kinds of Leather, Saddlery Harness and Carriage Trimmings, On Cotton Avenue and Second street, Macon, Ga. October 25, 1841. 3 -t SAMUEL J RAY & CO. DEALERS IN FANCY AND STAPLE DRY GOODS, Ileady .Made Clothing, Hats, Shoes, &c. Second street, a few doors from the \\ ashington Hotel. Macon, Georgia. Oct. 18,1844. l-ts REDDING & WHITEHEAD, DEALERS IN FANCY AND STAPLE DRY GOODS, Groceries, Hard H are, Cutlery, Hats, Shoes, Crockery , &c. &.<•. Corner of Cotton Avtiiue and Cherry streets. Macon, Georgia. Oct. 19,1844. l-ts JOSEPH ~n7sey.m6i t ii, DEALER IN DRY GOODS, GROCERIES, HARD WARE, tfcc. Brick Store, Cherry Street, Ualslon's Jlarige, first door below Russell ft Kimberley's. Macon, Georgia. Oct. 19, 1844. I—l f GEORGE M. LOGAN, DEALER IN FANCY AND STAPLE DRY GOODS, Hard-Ware, Crockery, Glass-Ware, &c. Sec. Corner of Second and Cherry streets. Macon, Georgia. Oct. 19, 1844. l-ts 1)7 & w. gunn7~ DEALERS IN s T A PL E DRY GOODS, Groceries, Hardware, Crockery. &c. Macon, Georgia. Oct. 19,1844. l-ts J. M. BOAR DM AN, DEALER IN LAW, MEDICAL, MISCELLANEOUS and School Books; Blank Books and Stationery of all kinds ; Printing Paper, &c. Sec. Sign of the Large Bible, tiro doors above Shot well's corner, west side of .Mulberry Street. Macon, Georgia. Oct. 19,1844. 1 —ts B. It. WARNER, AUCTION AND COBH I SSI ON TIER CHANT. Dealer in every description of .Merchandise. “The Public’s Servant,” ami subject to receiving consignments at all times, by the consignees pav ing 5 percent, commissions tiir servic.ts rendered Macon. Georgia. Oct. 19, 1844. l-ts L . J. CROSS, Has for Sale dry GOODS GROCERIES, BOOTS, .SHOES, CAPS. AND HATS, At John D. Winn’s Old Store. Macon, Oct. 25, 1844. 2-ts A western paper copies a popular story ’ n to its columns, headed ‘Living on other People’s Beans.’ He meant to say ‘oth rr peoples means,' but it amounts to about l be same thing. Grief murmurs; anger roars; impa bence frets; but happiness, like a calm r| ver, flows on in quiet sunlight, without a ripple or a fall to mark the rushing on °f time towards eternity. Wolves are numerous and very trouble jK>rne near Macomb count)', Nlichigan. The State bounty is $S per head for each r »ne killed, and the scalps, we presume, pass as currency. The desire to gain information of pass ngevents is laudable—particularly if one P a )'s the printer punctually; but stealing newspapers from the doors of subscribers *s a very different thing. THE REPUBLIC. S. M. STRONG, Editor. VOLUME I. MISCELLANY. From the French of Balzoc. EE VEKDUGO. The clock us the little town of Menda had just stiuck midnight. At that mo ment, a young French officer was leaning over the parapet of a terrace which bor dered the gardens of the castle of Men da, plunged in a profounder depth of ab straction than seemed habitual to* the thoughtlessness of military life, —but nev er were hour, site and circumstances more propitious to meditation. Above his head, the beautiful sky of Spain stretched its dome of dark azure. The twinkling of the stars and the soft radiance of the moon cast a capricious light over an exquisite valley which lay in all its wealth of loveliness at his feet. Resting upon an orange-tree in full blos som, the young chief-de-bataillon could see, a hundred feet below, the town ol Menda, which seemed to have nestled it self for shelter from the north winds at the foot of the cliff on which the castle was built. Turning bis head, he could behold the sea, whose sparkling waters enclosed the landscape like a broad belt I of silver. The castle itself was illumina ted. The joyous confusion of sounds from a bail, the music of the orchestra, the laughter of some of the officers and their partners in the dance, reached his ear, softened into harmony by the dis tance, and blended with the far-off mur mur of the waves. The fresh coolness of the night infused anew energy into his frame exhausted by the heat of the day; while the gardens were planted with trees so ot'o iferous and flowers of such exquis ite sweetness, that the young man fancied hitusell, as it were, plunged in a bath of every delicious perfume. The castle of Menda belonged to a gran dee of Spain, who at that period, was re- ! siding in it with his whole family. Dur- j ing the whole of this evening, the eldest of his daughters had directed her looks towards the officer with an interest blend ed with so deep a sadness, that the senti- S ment of pity expressed by the beautiful Spanish girl might well have given rise to the young Frenchman’s revery. Yet how dare to imagine the possibility that the daughter of the most haughty and fasti dious noble in Spain could ever be bes towed on the son of a Parisian shop-keep er ! The French were held in detestation. The marquis having been suspected by General G , the governor of the pro j viiK’e, of being engaged in plotting an in surrection in favor of Ferdinand VII.; the battalion commanded by Victor Marehand had been placed in cantonments in the lit tle town of Menda, to hold in check the surrounding country, which belonged to the Marquis de Leganes. A recent des patch from Marshal Neygave reason even to apprehend that the English might short ly land on the coast, and pointed out the tnatquis as a man engaged in correspon dence with the cabinet of London. So that, notwithstanding all the hospitable welcome with which the latter had re ceived Victor Marehand and his soldiers, the young officer kept himself vigilantly on his guard. While directing his steps towards that terrace, to which he went for the purpose of observing the state of the town and the country entrusted to his supervision, he had meditated on the problem how he ought to interpret the friendship which the marquis had never ceased to manifest towards him, and how to reconcile the tranquility of the country with the anxie ties of his general; but, for the last few' minutes, all these thoughts had been driv en from the mind of the young comman dant by a feeling of prudential caution and by a very legitimate curiosity. He had just observed a considerable number of lights in the tow’n. Now, not withstanding it was the festival of St. •James, he had that very morning com manded that every fire should be extin guished at the usual hour prescribed by j his general regulations. The castle alone had been exempted from that order. He I could perceive, indeed, here and there the gleam of his sentries’ bayonets at their ; accustomed posts ; but there was some i thing solemn in the silence that prevailed, j apd nothing announced that the Spaniards 1 were plunged in the intoxication of a fes tival. After seeking in vain to explain this | general violation of his orders on the part 1 of the inhabitants, the offence seemed to him the more strangely mysterious as he | reflected that he had entrusted to some of J ficers the charge of the police and the rounds of the night. With the impetuos- I ity of youth, he was about to leap down j by a breach in the terrace, to effect more rapidly the descent of the rocks, and the ! sooner reach a little post of the guard which was stationed at the entrance of j the town, on the side next the castle, when he was arrested by the sound of a slight noise. He fancied that he heard the gravel of the alleys grate beneath the light step of a woman. He turned his head back, but saw -nothing ; his eyes were I struck, however, by the extraordinary whiteness of the ocean. He suddenly perceived there so fataT a spectacle, that he stood motionless with surprise, accus ing even his senses of deception. The glancing rays of the moon enabled him to distinguish a crowd of sails at a consider able distance. A thrill shot through his ! frame, and he tried to convince himself PRO PATRIA F.T LUOIBUS. MACON, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 96. IS 15. that this terrible vision was onlv some op tical illusion produced by the capricious piny of the waves and the moonlight. At that moment a hoarse voice uttered his name. The officer looked tow ard the breach, and he there saw the head of the soldier by whom he had been attended to the castle, raised slowly and cautiously to the air. “ Is that you, mon commandant ?” “Yes. Well, what?” answered the young man, in a low tone, warned by a sort of presentiment to act with mys tery. “ Those scamps dow'n there are twist ing about like worms!—and I have has tened to communicate to you, if you will permit me, the little observations I have ; made.’’ “ Speak,” replied Victor Marehand. “ 1 have just been following one of the people of the castle who directed his steps this way with a lantern in his hand. 1 Now a lantern is a devilishly suspicious : thing, for I have no idea that that good Christian there has any occasion to light pious tapers at this hour of the night. They want to devour us, said I to myself, —and I set about eyeing him pretty close ly. And so, mon commandant, I dis-‘ covered, hardly three paces from here, on a platform of rock, a certain pile of tag gots—” A terible cry echoed through the town i and interrupted the soldier. A sudden glare flashed over the face of the com- ! mandant. The poor grenadier at the! same instant received a bulletin his head and fell dead. A fire of straw and dry! wood blazed like a conflagration within ten steps of the young rnan. The musi cal instruments and the laughing voices ! were hushed in the saloon of the ball. | The festal gaily had suddenly given place ; to a silence as of death, interrupted only j by groans. The report of a cannon boom ed over tire ocean’s plain of light. A cold ; sweat started to the young officer’s lore- j head. He was unarmed. He under-! stood at once that all his soldiers had per-j ished and that the English were about to ! land. He saw himself dishonored if he j survived—he saw himself dragged he- j fore a council of war—and then he meas-. ured with his eye the depth of the valley. He was in the act of plunging off, when his hand was seized by that of Clara. “ Fly !” she said, “ my brothers are be hind me. At the foot of the rock, down there, you will find Juanito’s swift An dalusian. Flv!” She pushed him forward. The young man, half stupified, looked at her for al moment. But presently, yielding to the! instinct of self-preservation which never! abandons even the strongest man, he! plunged among the trees in the direction j indicated, and sprangacross the wall, be- j fore trodden by no other feet than those of the wild goats. He heard Clara cry-! ing to her brothers to pursue him—he | heard the stepsof his assassins—he heard j the bullets of several shots whizzing by j his ears—but he succeeded in reaching the valley, found the horse, leaped upon him, and disappeaied with the rapidity of lightning. In a few hours the young officer arriv ed at the head-quarters of General G . The latter was at table with his j staff “ I bring you my head !” cried the chef- | de-bataillon, as he made his appearance pale and exhausted. He sat down, and related the horrible adventure. His narrative was received j with a fearful silence. “ You have been more unfortunate than ’ criminal,” at last replied the terrible gen eral. “You are not responsible for the crime of the Spaniards; and unless the marshal shall decide differently, I acquit you of blame.” These words afforded but feeble eonso | lation to the wretched officer, j “ When the Emperor shall come to know this”—he exclaimed. “He will want to have you shot,” said the general; “but we shall see. How ever, no more of this,” he added, in a severe tone; “except to draw from it a ven geance which shall strike a salutary terror upon this country of treachery.” An hour after, a whole regiment, a de tachment of cavalry, and a train of artille ry, were on their march. The general and Victor marched at the head of this column. The soldiers, informed of the massacre of their comrades, were filled with an unexampled fury. The distance that separated the town of Menda from the head quarters was traversed with a miraculous rapidity. On the route the general found whole villages in arms. Every one of these miserable hamlets were reduced to ashes, and their inhabi tants decimated. By some inexplicable fatality, the English vessels had remained lying to, without advancing, so that the town of Menda was surrounded by the French troops with scarcely a blow struck. The inhabitants, seized with consterna tion, and seeing themselves destitute of that aid which the appearance of the En glish sails had seemed to promise them, offered to surrender at discretion. By one of those acts of self-devotion which have not been rare in the Peninsula, those concerned in the assassination of the French, foreseeing, from the well-known cruelty of the general, that Menda would probably be given to the flames, and its whole population put to the sword, pro posed to the general to give information 1 against themselves. He accepted their offer, adding to it the condition that all the inhabitants of the castle, from the lowest valet to the marquis, should be de livered into his hands. This capitulation being agreed upon, the general promised to pardon the rest of the people of the town, and to prevent his soldiers from sacking or setting it on fire. An enor mous contribution was imposed on it, and the richest inhabitants surrendered them selves as prisoners to guaranty its pay ment, which was to be c arsummated with in twenty-four hours. The general, having taken ever)’ pre caution necessary for the safety of his troops, and provided fur the defence of the country, refused to billet his soldiers in the houses. He encamped them, and then ascended to the castle, of which he look military possession. All the mem bers of the family of Leganes, consisting of his wife, two daughters and three sons, together with the servants, were placed under careful guard, and pinioned. The general ordered the prisoners to he shut up in the saloon in which tire ball bad taken place. The windows of that apart ment embraced a view of the terrace that overhung the town. Tire staff was esta blished in a neighboring gallery, where the general first held a council of war or. the measures to be taken to oppose the landing of the English. After having despatched an aide-de camp to Marshal Ney, and given orders lor the erection of butteries on the coast, the general and iris staff turned their at tention to the prisoners. Two hundred Spaniards whom the inhabitants had de livered up were immediately shot upon tire terrace. After this military execu tion, the general commanded as many scaffolds to be planted on the terrace as there were persons in the saloon, and the executioner to be brought to the spot. Taking advantage of the interval to elapse before the service of dinner for the staff’ in the gallery of the castle, Victor Marehand went to see the priso ners. Presently he returned to the gen eral. “ 1 come,” he said, in a voice of strong emotion, “to ask favors.” “You!” asked the general, with a tone of bitter irony. “Alas!” replied Victor, “they are mel ancholy favors. The marquis, seeing the scaffolds plented there, has indulged the hope that you would for his family change that mode of death. He entreats you that j the nobles may be decapitated.” “Be it so,” said the general. “They ask also that the consolations of religion be afforded them, and that they be released from their bonds. They prom ise to make no attempt at escape.” “I consent,” said the general, “but you will be answerable for them.” “The old man, moreover, offers you the ; whole ofhis fortune if you will pardon his | young son.” “Indeed!” replied the chief; “but his fortune already belongs to King Joseph.” He paused. A scornful smile wrinkled his brow, and he added: “I will even go beyond their wishes. I guess the impor tance of his last request. Very well!— let him purchase the reputation of his name, and let Spain preserve forever the memory both of their treachery and their punishment. I grant a pardon, and the whole of that fortune, to whichever of his sons shall perform the office of the execu tioner. Begone—and not a word more on the subject!” Victor remained thunder-struck. ! Dinner was served. All the officers, I sealed at table, satisfied the demands of a hunger sharpened by fatigue. One only of their number was wanting from the circle; it was Victor Marehand. After a long hesitation he proceeded to the apart ment in which were mourning the proud family of Leganes. He entered. He cast a mournful glance over the spectacle now [ presented by that saloon where the cven i ing before he had seen the gav and bril ! liant heads of the two young girls and the j two youths whirling in the stream of the ; waltz. He shuddered as he thought they i were soon to roll to the ground, severed by ! the sword of the headsman. The father j and the mother, the three sons and two daughters, pinioned to gilt sofas, remain | ed in a state of perfect motionlessness.— i Eight servants were standing in silence, | with their hands bound behind their ! hacks. These fifteen persons were grave ! ly contemplating each other, and their | eyes scarcely betrayed the emotions by which they were harrowed. A profound ! resignation, mingled with regret for the failure of their enterprise, was depicted on | some of the brows. They were guarded by soldiers, themselves motionless, and respecting the grief of these cruel enemies. ; A movement of curiosity animated every i countenance on the appearance of Victor. He gave orders to unfasten the condemn ! ed captives, and hastened himself to loos en the cords which secured Clara a pri -1 soner to her chair. She smiled mourn fully. The officer could not help lightly touching in the process the elegant and fresh arms of the young maiden. He ! looked with admiration on the dark wealth of her hair, and her little form,-—for she was indeed all Spanish: she had the Span* ! ish complexion, slightly dark; and Spanish eyes, with long curved lashes and a pupil i blacker than a raven’s wing. "Ha?e you succeeded?” she said to him, with one of those funeral smiles in wh'ch there is stiff someth’ng of the voung pi»T- 11. C. CROSBY, Proprietor. NU2VBER 90. Victor could only answer with a groan. He looked in turns at the three brothers and at Clara. The one, the eldest, was ! thirty years old. Small, not well made, ! with a haughty and disdainful air, he still was not without a certain nobleness of manner, and did not seem entirely a stran ger to that delicacy of sentiment which once made the gallantry of Spain so cele brated. He was named Juanito. The second Felipe, was about twenty years old. He resembled Clara. The third 1 was not above eight. A painter would have found in the features of Raphael something of the Roman constancy which) David has given to the children in his re-' publican pages. The old marquis had a head covered with white hairs, which seemed to have escaped from some pic- i ture of Murillo’s. At this sight, the young officer shook ) his head, despairing of seeing the gene-. ral’s bargain accepted by either of those persons. However, he summoned cour- \ age toconfi je it to Clara. She shuddered at first, but quickly resumed her calmness j of countenance, and wort to throw her-1 self on her knees before her father. “Oh!” she said to him, “make Juanito! swear that he will faithfully obey the com mands you shall give him. We shall be contented.” A sensation of hope thrilled through the ; aged mother; but as soon ns, leaning over toward her husband, she had heard the ) horrible disclosure of Clara, she fainted, j Juanito understood the whole, and he sprang like a lion in his cage. Victor took it upon himself to send j away the soldiers, after having obtained | from the marquis his assurance of entire! submission. The domestics were led away and delivered to the executioner,! who hanged them all. When the tarnily had no other specta tor than Victor, the old father arose. Juanito, understanding his father’s! command, made no other reply to it, than | by an inclination of the bend expressive of refusal. He sank back upon his chair, and looked at It is parents with a dry and terrible eye. Clara came and sat upon his knees, and with a cheerful air— “ Dear Juanito,” she said, passing her arms around his neck, and kissing his eye lids, “if you knew how much sweeter this death would be-to me bestowed by you, 1 should not have to submit to the odious touch of the executioner’s hand. You i will rescue me from the evils that await ed me, and—dear Juanito, you were not willing to see me belong to any one— well, then ” The velvet softness of her eves cast a glance of fire upon Victor, ns though to awaken in Juanito’s heart his hatred of the French. “Courage!” said his brother Felipe to him; “otherwise our family is extinct.” Clara suddenly rose, the group which had gathered round Juanito opened, and j he saw his aged father erect before him, who cried with a solemn voice : “Juanito, I command you.” The young count remaining motionless, his father fell upon his knees to him. In voluntarily Clara, Raphael, and Philip imitated him, and all, with hands out- : stretched towards him who was to save ! the family trom oblivion, seemed to repeat j the father’s words: “My son, can you be wanting in a Spaniard’s energy and a true sensibility? Will you leave me longer on my knees, and ought you to think of your own life or your own sufferings?—Madam, is this my sons” added the old man, turning round to the marchioness. “He consents!” cried the mother in des pair; for she perceived Juanito make a motion of the eye-brows of which she alone understood the meaning. Marquita, the second daughter, was on her knees, pressing her mother in her fee ble arms; and as her eyes were streaming with hot tears, her little brother Raphael came to rebuke her. At that moment the confessor of the cas tle entered. He was immediately sur rounded by the whole family. They led him to Juanito. Victor, unable longer to support his spectacle, made a sign to Cla ra, and hastened to attempt a last effort with the general. He found him in an excellent humor, in the midst of the feast, and drinking a delicious wine with his of ficers, whose conversation was beginning to sparkle with merriment. An hour after, a hundred of the princi pal inhabitants of Menda were assembled on the terrace, according to the order of the general, to be witnesses to the execu tion of the Leganes family. A detach ment of soldiers was stationed to guard the Spaniards, who were ranged under the scaffolds from which the domestics of the marquis had been hung, so that their heads nearly touched the feet of these martyrs. At thirty paces in front of them stood a block and flashed a cimetar. The executioner was there, in case of refusal on the part of Juanito. Presently, in the midst of the most profound silence, the Spaniards heard the advancing steps of several persons, the measured tread of a Dicquet of soldiers, and the ltgnt sound of their muskets.— Tnese different noises were mingled with the gay voices frdm the revelry of the officers, just as shortly before the dances, of a ball had disguised the preparations; for a sanguinary treachery. £very eye! was turn*d toward* the castle, and the : noble family «f Leganes war seen ad'an cing with a firmness almost incredible.— One alone, pale and nerveless, was lean ing upon the priest, who was lavishing up on # this man, the only one who was not to die, all the consolations of religion. The executioner understood, as did everybody, that Juanito had accepted his place for a single day. The old marquis and his wile, Clara, Marquita, and his two broth ers, came to kneel down at a few steps from the fatal spot. Juanito was led by the priest. When he reached the block, the executioner, pulling him by the sleeve, took him aside, and probably gave him some instructions. The confessor placed the victims so that they might not see the execution; but they were true Spaniards; they held themselves erect and firm. Clara rushed forward the first towards her brother. “Juanito,” she said to him, “have pity on my want of courage. Be gin with me!” At that moment the hasty steps of a man were heard approaching. Victor arrived on the spot of this scene. Clara was al ready on her knees, and already her white neck invited the cimeter. Thej officer grew pale; but he found strength to hasten up to her. “Stop!” he said, “the general grants your life if yon will be my wife!” The Spanish girl flashed upon the offi cer a glance of scorn. “Come, Juanito!” she said, in a deep tone of voice. Her head rolled at Victor’s feet; and the marchioness de Leganes suffered a convulsive movement to escape her, as she heard the heavy sound of the cimeter; it was the only indication of her feelings. “Am I right this wav, my dear Juani to ?” was little Raphael’s inquiry of his brother. “Ah! you weep, Marquita?" said Juan ito to his sisier. “Oh! yes!” answered the young girl; “I am thinking of you, poor Ah! how unhappy you are going to be without us!” Presently appeared the tall figure of the marquis. He looked at the blood of bis children; he turned toward the mute and motionless spectators: he stretched out his hands toward JunnitOj and said with a strong voice: “Spaniards! I bestow upon rny son my paternal blessings! may it ever be with him! Now, marquis, strike without fear, as you are without reproach!” But when Juanito saw his mother ap proach, supported b) the confessor: “She nourished me!” he cried, and his voice wrung a cry of horror from the as sembly. The noise of the feast and the gay laughter of the officers were hushed at that fearful cry. The marchioness, comprehending that Juanito's strength was exhausted, sprang at a bound over the balustrade, plunging down to be crushed to death tqron the rocks. A cry of admiration arose. Ju anito had fallen in a swoon. “General,” said an officer, halfintoxi cated, “Marehand has just been telling me i about that execution. I bet that you did j not command it.’ “Do you forget, gentlemen.” exclaim ed General G , “that in a month five hundred French families will be in tears, ) and that we are in Spain? Do you want to leave our bones here?” After this speech, not a single officer was (bund, not even a sous-lieutenant, who dared to empty his glass. Notwithstanding all the respects with which he is surrounded; notwithstanding the title of El Verdugo, with which the king ol'Spain is said to have enriched the name of the Marquis de Leganes, he re mains a prey to grief, living in solitude, and rarely allowing himself to be seen.— Bowed down beneath the burden of h s sublime crime, he seems to await with im patience the time when the birth nfa sec ond son will give him the right to rejoin the shadows by whom Ire walks forever surrounded. Arc Printers smart '■?—An excellent au thor whom we now quote, perhaps cor ! rectly says, that no trade sends into the world smarter and more active men than that of printing. Look to offices of trust and honor—where talent and energy are required and you will be most likely to find them filled with printers. Who makes our best editors, lawyers, preach ! ers, mayors, and Congress men? Print ing is a glorious business, thus to fit a man for honor and usefulness. A college edu cation is not to be compared with an edu cation at the case. One of the greatest lawyers England ever produced was a printer. The greatest philosopher of A* merica was a printer. Who is the Mayor of London? A printer. Who are the Mayors of Glasgow, Edinburgh, and Perth? Printers. So also are the Mayors of New York, Washington, and Savannah, printers by trade. The recent Mayor of Boston was a printer. There are some thing like a dozen printers in Congress all of them honors to their profession.— Printers are looking up. Who would not be a printer. To the young apprentices at the case or the roller-stand with smutty laces and dirty fingers we would say, don’t be discouraged. A few years ago, all the distinguished men we have named above, were similarly employed. Stick to your business, and every leisure hour you have, employ in the perusal of useful books, and in the cultivation of your minds. Then the day will not be far distant, when, if you are tr ie to yourselves and contract no bad habits, you will become useful and honorahle citizens—exerting a wide and healthful influence. Think often of the example of Franklin.— Boston Eve. Gcz. Good. —‘ Make way, here,’ said a mem ber of a republican deputation, ‘we are j the representatives of the people.’ ‘Make ' waj' yourself,’ shouted one of the throng, 1 -ve are the people themselves-’ Why are buckwheat cakes like the ca terpillar? Do you give it up! * Because ' they moke the buffer Hy.