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286 this season in the Gulf of St. Lawrence has been ; unusually unprofiiable, owing to high gales. * * In Boston for the week ending Saturday, 11th inst., there were 64 deaths, and in Baltimore for the week ending on Monday morning 87. * * The cost of raising eorn in Illinois is only from four to six cents a bushel. * * The Princess Wasa has abjuied the Protestant religion, prepar atory to her mairiage with Louis Napoleon. * * Queen Victoria has sent an cider to Cincinnati for twenty-four sugar-cured hams. * * The Old Curfew Bell at Sandwich, England, which has been rung daily siuce the timo ot William the Conqueror, is to be rung no longer. * * There are about eleven hundred banks in the U. States. * * It is stated that Mr. Webster’s works are selling at Bo=>ton at the rate of one hundred copies a day. * * Among a drove of hogs in Cin cinnati, there was one about four feet in height, and perfectly black. * * Mr. Bell, ol Alba ny, lias taken out a patent for a newly invented wrought iron wheel lor rail-road cars and engines, from which is expected a vast saving of life and propei ty. * * A letter from Toronto, Upper Canada, says that the Cholera has broken out in ihe lunatic asylum at that place. * * r l he speed of locomotives has reached 75 miles per hour in France. The French rail-roads, however, are tue best managed in the world. Accidents but seldom occur, the regulations being so strin gent. HONOUR’S MARTYR. BY ELLIS BELL. The moon is full this winter night ; The stars are clear though lew ; And every window glistens bright, With leaves of frozen dew. The sweet moon through your lattice gleams And lights your room like day ; And theie you pass, in happy dreams, The peaceful hours away ! While I, with effort hardly quelling The anguish in my breast, Wander about the silent dwelling, And cannot think of rest. The old clock in the gloomy hall Ticks on, from hour to hour ; And every time its measured call Seems lingering slower and slower : And, oh, how slow that keen-eyed slar Has tracked the chilly grey ! What, watching yet ! how very far The morning lies away ! Without your chamber door I stand ; Love, are you slumbering still ? My cold heart, underneath my hand* Has almost ceased to thrill. Bleak, bleak the east wind sobs and sighs, And drowns the turret bell, Who.-e sad note, undistinguished, dies Uuheard, like my farewell! To-morrow, Scorn will blight my name, And Hale will trample me, Will load me with a coward’s shame— A traitor’s perjury. False frien is will launch their covert sneers: True friends will wish me dead ; SOUTHERN LITERARY GAZETTE. And I shall cause the bitterest tears That you have ever shed. The dark deeds of my outlawed race Will then like virtues shine 5 And men will pardon their disgrace, Beside the guilt of mine. For, who forgives the accursed crime Os dastard tieachery ! Rebellion, in its chosen time, May Freedom’s champion be ; Revenge may stain a righteous sword, It may be juet to slay ; But, traitor, traitor, —from that word All true breasts shrink away ‘ Oh, I would give my heart to death, To keep my honour fair ; Yet, i’ll not give my inward faith My honour’s name to spare! Not even to keep your priceless love, Dare I, beloved, deceive ; This treason should the luture prove, Then, only then, believe ! I know the path I ought to go ; 1 follow learlessly, Inquiring not what deeper woe Stern duty stores for me. So foes pursue, and cold allies Mistrust nre, every one: Let me be false in others’ eyes, It faithful in my own. THE HOKE. Our bore is great in secret informa tion. He happens to know many things that nobody else knows. He can gene rally tell you where the split is in the Ministry ; he knows a deal about the Queen ; and has little anecdotes to relate of the royal nursery. He gives you the judge’s private opinion of Sludge, the murderer, and his thoughts when he tried him. He happens to know what such a man got by such a transaction, and it was fifteen thousand five hundred pounds, and his income is twelve thousand a year. Our bore is also great in mystery. He believes, with an exasperating appearance of profound meaning, that you saw Par kins last Sunday ? Yes, you did. Did he say any thing particular ? No, noth ing particular. Our bore is surprised at that. Why ? Nothing. Only he un derstood that Parkins had come to tell you something. What about? Well! our bore is not at liberty to mention what about. But, he believes you will hear that from Parkins himself, soon, and he hopes it may not surprise you as it did him. Perhaps, however, you never heard about Parkins’s wife’s sister ? No. Ah! says our bore, that explains it ! Our bore is great in argument. He infinitely enjoys a long humdrum, drowsy interchange of words of dispute about nothing, fie considers that it strength ens the mind, consequently, he “don’t see that,” very often. Or, he would be glad to know what you mean by that. Or, he doubts that. Or, he has always understood exactly the reverse of that. Or, he cun’t admit that. Or, he begs to that. Or, surely you don't mean that. And so on. He once Us > j offered us a piece of ad |>W} after the fact, totally impi;4>t'Vctole and wholly impos si hie ol acceptance, because it supposed the fact then eternally disposed of, to be yet in abeyance. It was a dozen yeirs ago, and to this hour our bore benevo lently wishes, in a mild voice, on certain regular occasions, that we had thought better of his opinion. The instinct with which our bore finds out another bore, and closes with him, is amazing. We have seen him pick his man out of fifty men, in a couple of min utes. They love to go (which they do natural!}) into a slow argument on a previously exhausted subject, and to con tradict each other, and to wear the hear ers out, without impairing their own pe rennial freshness as bores. It improves the good understanding between them, and they get together afterwards, and bore each other amicably. Whenever we see our bore behind a door with an other bore, we know that when he comes forth, he will piaise the other bore a one of the most intelligent men he ever met. And this bringing us to the close of what we had to say about our bore, we are anxious to have it understood that he never bellowed this praise on us. [Household Words. JOAN DA.UC —AN HISTORIC BLUNDER. We have this week to correct a blun der of considerable historical importance, which has remained unexposed, and in fact undetected, for the last four hundred years. The name of Joan of Arc, the heroine of France, has always heretofore been wrongly written, not only by Eng lish and other foreigners, but by the Fiench themselves. Her real name, it appears, was Dare, not d’Arc:—that is to say, plain Joan Dare, not Joan of Arc. To be called d’Arc, Joan should have been of noble family, whereas she was the daughter of a common peasant, and served as waitress in an inn ; or she should have belonged to a place called Arc, whereas she was born at the village of Domremy in Champagne, commenced her career at Yancouleurs, and never, so far as it appears, did any exploits at Arc. The mistake of writing the name no doubt arose from the folly of some of the early French historians, wishing to make her appear of sufficiently good de scent to be entitled to the aristocratic de. But it is, nevertheless, a great wonder that this erroneous spelling shmild have become universal, and should never have been discovered by any later historian, foreign or French. And the wonder be comes greater still, when we call to mind that Joan Dare has been for so lona a period the most marked figure in French history, has been the cherished idol of [.December IS,