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m f? I he jells are uogmg merrily , Ja le tnd the bridesmaid ; Geoige Mowbray, the happy bridegioom, and many oth er persoits of distinction, are all on their way to the chapel; and now they ere before the altar; ;he clergyman has now opened his book; the oride blushes roses ; the bridegroom too, seems all of a flurry ; he has forgotton shim hing ; yes; the mintage procla- j m t ion has actually been left behind. M George Mowbray, amid notes of j surprise and a profusion of excuses, every one of which belies its neighbor, leaves the party to return as fast as may be Fifteen minutes pass ; the clergy. mn wondering, the party in general impatient, and the bride above all deep- j !y agitated. A fearful presentiment; a j r,liatlow <if coming evil distressed and ftaiplexed the hear* of the maiden. S'ill, faithless one! he came not. A whole half hour passed slowly as a hearse away: why tarries he? •Oh! will he not come again? Oh! will lie not come again? No—no—he is—* vith M:as Henrietta, laughing at the fun, and cackling over theg-oWe/i days of the future. Oh, man! man; thy heart is hard as a ; barber’s block! Will I paint the distress, the anger, the conflicting tide of feelings that smoothered the heart of my heroine, on leaving the chapel after forty min utes sojournment therein ? Nu !—and wherefore? yon will demand, fastidious reader. To which question I beg leave to answer that, firs’ of all, I don’t think I am quite able to do so, and moreover, lengthened descriptions of rayless sor row are not favorable to a happy diges tion “Had Ia brother!” muttered the en raged coquette, “had l a brother! he dated not have slighted me so—but nonsense!—humbug! —I must revenge myself!” Here the flush on her brow was considerably deepened by the sight of B *> ber Poffill, grinning at her from a high tombstone— '‘ f/tke Com is on a monument Chuckling at grief.’ J me, however, moved on—such a circumstance added but a mall handful of brushwood to the already flaming fire of her resentment. Not yet did the exclamation from a Congregation of little bovs, headed and •paid oy his worship, “Make room for ihi bride!” “Make room for the bride!’ tnateriallv add to the fuel Puffall had the triumph Qjery—w.as not his re- I venge too deadly for the insult offered j him to be poetically just? No, no, for he was a terrible man, and one of the attributes of his omnipotence was, that he never forgave an insnit, nor repaid it b> a favor. Miss Jane Grey now “lived for re venge alone,” as the Satanic poets sing. N.i i. sari not, readei. fair or otherwise, J .vill not get quit of my hero by poi son, dagger, or mysterious visitation.- Krvenge is a plant which takes the hue of its leaves and fruit from the soil in winch it springs—so read on,anddeave me not yet.’ The first step of our damsel was again if possible to ensnate a very Worthy and genteel young man w- (a friend of mine, of course) —velep’ John Milnor, who had been long a hum ble suitor at the golden wicket of the maiden’s heart, but long since dismis sed irnm her ntcsence by the appar en ly successful inrods his rival, the un graceful Mowbray, had made upon her afTecions, This point wrs easily gain ed !.<• poor fellow! he was wonderful ly chop-fallen; sothat this sudden visi ts jit mercy from one whom he hardily deemed moral, turned his thor ny wiltderncss into a sniilltng garden Side by side they wore once more to bn seen under the beams of the eve ning star, taking their love lighted path by the banks of'‘mine own roman tic over;” and, wonderful to relate! >rte •i e of the coquette’s heart under the influence of the Blind Boy, for the first time began to liquefy, and the pure ■feelings of the maiden’s breast to flow benutrh his smiles Upon honor, they were in lore—at least all the village gossips then said so; and the sequel of wilt s 10. they were not so far wrong, J ,ne might have forgot ton in rhese happv hours her vow of re venge; but the opinion of the world had as g>eat a • t ;hi whh her as wim most of w The aIT oni must be wiped away—so that die next step she took was to nook once more the ‘wofnl wight,’ the cause of all her pain. This, however, was more difficult, as the youth’s hand was caught in the gold hag, like a monkey's in the sweetmeat jar. Despair had almost taken the place of hope rn the damsel’s heart; but oh. sweet fortune! how often, when we would ungratefully smear thee with Gosling’s patent liquid, dost thou smile upon us! Miss Hemieita—having gain ed her point, and begining to wax cold on the subject of Iyer union with Mis te George Mombray—declined sped fieally to fix a day lor the happy nup tial ho'ir within six months. Mr. Mow bray rated her with perfidy, and she him with impatience. So that sire made her exit by one door, and he by the ofner, Miss Jane, through means ol her hand maiden Annette, whom 1 have al ready introduced to my readers, hav ing obtained intelligence of the same lost no time in imptovoing on the cir cumstance; tor sho was a very Napo leon in petticoats. A rosy-rinted note —five or six waving silvery lines —and a drop of pure blue sealing wax sealed the fate of Mister George Mowbray, The luckless trout was once more hooked. Month? passed : that is two ; a long period considering the double part the damsel had to play. Mean while, Miss Henrietta’s iove waxed yet j again warm, tor it was like the sea which ebbs and flows by turns; but in vain ; for George was to lead to the al tar once mote Miss Jane Grey, to the wonderment of all our village gossips, and almost to the surprise of himseif. But where was Master John Milnor all this time? In voluntary exile ; banished apparently once more by the syren of his evil lot. The bells are ringing once more ; the boys are shouting, and the girls twining garlands; Jane Grey an George Mowbray are once more before the fount ; with the requisite witnesses and all the paraphernalia of a bridal. The priest has read two exceeiogly edifying prayers, and now he has reached the marrow of ceremony ; ‘Wilt thou have this woman to be thy wedded wife, to love,’ See. asked the priest of Master George, in a full, clear, sonorous voice. ‘I will,’ answered my hero, with a slight quaver, probably thrown in for effort ; and a smile to his wife t'o be; who blushed, like an angel as she is, i. e. as I far as beauty is concerned; but this I passed, and was succeeded by a look ol meek kindness ; then by a malicious, twinkle of the eye and a curl of her finely chiseled upper lip. • And wilt thou have this man to th y wedded husband, to live together ; wilt thou obey him and serve him?’ St c. said he clergyman in turn to the lo c ly maiden who stood blushing on,ce more before him ; for the eventful nso ment both to her and the other par ties concerned had arrived. “No!” to the surpt ise of most an l l ihe consternation of one was her fin a re ply. •And wherefore, young woman,?” said the clergyman, unused to such a scene; and wiiy?” “Because he is false, perjure and man!’ was the response; “and this gentleman i to be my husband,” turnin g to my friend John Milnor, who just then en tered, and made another anc! most im portant among the dramatis j jorsonae of my tale. Jane Grey looked crim son ; John Milnor happv ; and Mast er George Mowbray blue; very. Thtj clergyman gave the maiden a Severe reprimand, to which she submitted as weekly as a nun; and probably to rew *rd her sin- cere repentance, married her in anoth er month to my friend John Milnor.— And now when I write, although s'ill blooming, she is the mrither of but hum* you shall remain ignoi ant on that point, indulgent reader! As for Master George Mowbray, af ter locking himself up till the mart iage had taken place, he left our village, and having no chance now its finger Miss Henrietta’s gold bags ; site having on ly loved him for spile ; was forced to set up a small hardware store in the ‘city of brotherly lo*e,’ at the cornet of stree- ; but that is telling. Barber Puffall never afterwardssuc ceeded in our village; for Mrs Milnor, once pretty Jane Grey, never forgave him, and,; what was worse,; ncrei patronised him; whit h led (she being the magnet of fasbiorn) to the total loss of his custom; so that, one Monday morning, he left it, *‘altogether, entire ly,” leaving many lebts behind him, which, however, caused the bankrupt cy of no wholesale merchant that 1 know of; his only c ompanion* being a wooden shaving bo:x, two old razors ; one wanting half tli e handle ; a square of soap, one inner g arment, a very small bundle, swung on the end of a stick, and that pok<td, itj a soldierly fashion, over his shoulder. A pleasant journey to him, and a kind farewell to you, most courteous oi readers. VV. F. Mt was in reference to this case of unfor tunate or “crossed” love, I think they term it, that some of ttie wicked wags of our vil lage-fit was not ‘l, dear reader-I’ll die be fore 1 own it)- took counsel of their wits, ra ther than then • hearts, and most atrociously prepetrated tl m following. EPIGRAM OT l A SQUINT VG BARBER. Upon a palli .and barber’s squinting eyes. I looked—a r.d straight a wicktd though arose Though P tv sighed, “lie ne’er had seen the skies. Condemm *<l for ever to regard his nose.” My ihnug'ot was this—that Nature, when she ti mde The sliav'rig man, was much on frolic bent, Having tier box of patent eyes mislaid, She gavis him odd ones, to his detriment. A>f OTHER BREADTH. I am a, poor man, and can just make both ends meet by culling my coat ac cording to the cloth. My wife is a fashion ible woman and would sooner be imprisoned for life than run counter to the i nodern extravagance of the mod ern tot I. In a moment of generosity about b week, ago, I gave directions to purchase a six penny calico, thinking I could, venture seven or eight shillings on mj* better half. But heaven bless me, and curse, the fashion ofthedegen erat * age. If things are permitted to go <in in this way much longer, the manufacturers wili be as rich as nabobs, and, it will require the income of a Ro j mail cardinal to keep a woman well dressed. Two days since I missed my w’.fc, and after searching sometime a! tout the house, I espied in a come 1 ', a h eap of calico, and being ■soniew hat sur p/rised at what I thought such an un reasonable quantity, commenced ovr haitling it, I had run over about twenry j yards of it, when I wss nearly frighten ! ed out of my wits by seeing the whole mass rise at once form itself into two distinct divisions, either of which would cover a square rod; and to cap the cli max of my surprise, there in the full tide of fashionable pride my trim little woman floated before them. She turn ed upon me one of Irer best natured smiles and said, “How do you like it my dear?” “Like it,” said I, “why I don’t like it at all.” “Wellit don’t suit me exactly,” she ; replied, “it would appear fashionable, had the sleeves another breadth!” DEVOTED ATTACHMENT. Habit and confinement will cause beasts and birds of the most opposite nature to here! together, and even be come attached, but it is aomewhal sin gular to see a powerfull sympathy ex ist between animals in a state of perfect freedom, who are almost as remote in their genius as the bird and the fish. A singular instance, however, is to he seen any day in the thitd avenue, in the devoted attachment of a fine young I Newfoundland dog, and an old worn out horse. A gentleman of this city, among many horses, lately had one that served him long and faithfully, and being past work, sent him down to Mr. Daniel Flynn’s near Yorkville, to wear out the little remainder of his life in good pas ture. After being turned out for this purpose Hvo or three days, a fine large Newfoundland dog who boi t-„-~ eustomed to the veteran, missed his old friend from his accustomed stall, and by some strong instinct, traced him to hi* pasture field. No sooner had he found him than lie seemed resolved they never again should part. He immediately took up his quar ters with him in the open field, and ‘ . never left him, morning, noon or night. This quardruped Damon and Pvihas may be seen together any day at Flynn’s and it is somewhat curious to observr the care end aitenlioji vymi which the dog watches and guards the old horse While he grazes, his faithful friend lies down to rest, and when he has finished and reposes on the grass, the “watch dog” moves around him like a sentiy on his post, nor will he allow any one to approach. For a time the dug was almost starved, for his faithful alter) dance was not observed by any who could cater for him, but when it be came known, not only did his ownet permit him to follow his inclination, but the horse’s entertainer became the dogs provider, and now his daily meals are taken to him in ihe field, for no coax ing or entreaty can induce him to come within the house, or leave his ancient friend for even an hour. How few such disinterested attachments can be found among men, man boasts himself far superior to the brute, yet how of ten is reason (hire 'tujonjshid by in siinct.—New Turk Traveller. AN ADVENTURE IN ITALY. “ I will tell you a narrow escape I had some years ago in Tuscany. R and myself having heard of a flight of cocks, had gone down into the Marem ma to shoot. You have heard of the Maremma. It possesses an almost in terminable extent of morass, ‘ over grown with long, rank grasses,’ and hillocks, as Shelley beautifully des cribes, ‘heaped with muss-enwoven turf,’ a wildei ness ot putridity and des olation. It was the month of Novem ber, before which time it is dangerous to set foot there, for, until the first frost even many of the fever-stricken serfs forsake it. In the eagerness of sport we had been led farther than we calcu lated from our albergo, a solitary, wretched hovel, bordering on the marsh the abode of ihe most ghostly, yellow, emacinated objects in human form 1 ever beheld, except some of the cav ertr.eri, liver-worn Anglo East Indians we left at Chelteftham.— The sun was last settling, and we had still two miles to make, and were coast ing along the edge of a knowl, thickly set with huge and speckled aloes, in termingled here and theic with stunt ed ilexes, and with the strawberry tree, then bright with its globes of deep red gold, when meihought I heard a rust ling among the branches, and a sound like that ot the grinding of teeth, f no ticed it to my companion. He sudden ly turned ashy pale, and whispered hysterically, 1 We are near a heard of swine!’ . “ Vast numbers, I should have told you, are turned out in the fall of the leaf, to fallen here, and become so sa vage and wild, that none but their keep ers dare approach them, and, cased as they are io an almost impenetrable mail of leather, even they sometimes fall victims to the ferocity of these b r utes. “•It is well fur us,’ continued my friend,‘that there is a hut within a lew j hundred yards. Let us lose no time in making for it.’ As he spake, the sounds became louder, apd I saw some hun dred hogs emerging on all sides from the brushwood, grunting fiercely, and gnashing their teeth in unison. They were huge, gaunt, long-legged long, headed, and long-backed creatures, giants of species—spectral mon sterns, more like starved bloodhounds than swine. “ They now mustered their forces in battle array, outside the thicket, and commenced their attack in a systemat ic and regular concerted manner, the veter ans of the herd directing the move ments of the hostile band, and, by a deeper grunt, not ill resembling the word of command of a certain general, de gregr fiorcus, of our acquaintance, giving dreadful notes of preparation, as if to spirit on the line to a charge. “ We made our way with difficulty through the rotton and yielding morass leaping from turf to turfand risking by a tatse clip. to pstmge iut „ uouuntlcss abyss, while our blood-thirsty pursuers with their long legs and lanky sides, and tucked up bellies, advanced, a fear ful phalanx, sunilunar curve, moment ly gaining ground! My friend, who was more accustomed to, the bogs than myself, soon outstripped me,not daring to look behind. Once, and once only, did 1, and beheld them coming on like a pack of hounds in full cry, and with the scent breast high, and, to my hor tor, perceived the two horns, or wings, of thp trppp, making an etfadlor} ~iove ment in an ever-narrowing circle, like a regiment of cavalry bringing their right and left shoulders forward, to out flank, and then enclose us. I dared not risk a second glance al my foes, but the hoarse voices of the ringleaders ran through the ranks, and I heard and saw the splash of their mighty feet, as they turned up the mud but a few yards in my rear. “ How I reached the hut I know not but reach it I did, where I found my friend leaning against the wall, breath less with terror. The shed was rude ly constructed of peat, and appeared to have been long deserted, consisting on ly of bare walls and a few rafters; but providentially there was a door hang ing by one hinge : this I connived to shut just as the centre of the held reach ed the threshold. They made a halt, retired a few paces, and collected to gether, as if to hold a council of war. While they were undecided howto act. we discharged our four baireis loaded with small shot, from the window, at the nearest, which slowly limping, with a sullen grunt of disappointment, the whole of their comrades at their heels, retreated into the covert. “ ‘ Thank God ! said R , when he saw the last disappearing among the aloes. ‘lt is but a year since a ttavei ier, crossing the Maremma, paid for the journey with his life. There was not a tree to shelter him ; and though he was a determined man, and well armed, and no doubt made a gallant re sistance, they hemmed him in, and de voured him. I could show you the spot whete the swineherds drove them from his mangled remains; it was point ed out to me the last time I came here.” jporetjju* From the Baltimore American, 17 inxt. From Manilia, Batavia and Can ton. — The ship Covington, Holbreek, arrived at this port yesterday, in 142 days from Manilla. The American are indebted to the attention of Mr G. P Nelms, supercargo, for a memoran dum containing the information which follower?:] At Manilla, when the Covington sail ed, business was dull in being 100 early for the season ships to make their ap pearance. A large portion of the old crop of sugars was on hand, which holders were anxious to realize: they could be. readily obtained at g4s per picul. Other articles of export were sea ice. Advices from Canton to the Hth August had been received. A letter * of that date to Mr. N. says:—The only news I have to give you is, that Lord Napier, the British Superintendent of trade, has not been acknowledged by the Chinese authorities. By some it is supposed a stoppage of trade will take place, but I think otherwise. Lord Napier has been deprived of his Com prador and Chinese servants,, but he has stated to his countrymen that *he will not allow personal insult to weigh with him; although I think he will bo quick enough to take notice of the first insult offered to lire trade. Two Brit ish lrigates have just arrived. The Logan, captain Bancroft, from Gibral tar, is the last American arrival. Dr. Morrison of Macao is dead.— All your countrymen and Macao friends are well. The advices from Batavia are to the 24th September, They communicate the melancholy intelligence that Mr. Layman and Mr. Munson, the tsyn American Missionaries w ha embarked in Mach last from Batavia for Suma tra, were murdered and eaten by tbo natives of tbe Batta country, in the- in terior of Sumatra, on the 28th July last, Their bereaved widows were still at Batai, waiting anxiously for an oppor tunity to return to their native land. Our correspondent at Marseilles, under date of Dec. 10th, wiiies as fol lows:—“The cholera -still rages on board the American men of war at Mahon. The Delaware had, on the 25th November, about 150 cases on board, and had lost about thirty men, but no officers. The authorities still keep them in quarantine, notwithstand ing that several rases are daily de clared in the town.”—„V. Y, Mer. Ad • vertiser , 1 6th inst We have a letter from Sincaporc, dated August 4th, which say**-**?