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inn iii mi mu ini, ins it nimuiL in tnii uni m his h Jin. JOHN H. SEALS, eBiTOE & PROPRIETOR. * NEW SERIES, VOL. 11. PUBLISHED RYERY THURSDAY, EXCEPT TWO, 15 THE YEAR, BY JOHN H. SEALS. TERMS : SI,OO, in advance; or $2,00 at the end of the year. RA.TES OF ADVERTISING. 1 square (twelve lines or less) first insertion,. .$1 00 Each continuance, Professional or Business Cards, not exceeding six lines, per year,. ® 9° Announcing Candidates for Office, ” 00 STANDING ADVERTISEMENTS. I square, three months, ® 99 1 square, six months, * - 1 square, twelve/months,— * * 3 sfjusrc, “ “ 2100 - 4 squares, “ ---**:•••* —1 dfp” Advertisements not marked with the number of insertions, will he continued until forbid, and charged accordingly. gyMerchants,’ Bruggists, and others, may con tract for advertising hy the year, on reasonable terms. legal advertisements. Sale of Land or Negroes, by Administrators, Executors, and Guardians, per square,... 500 Sale of Personal Property, by Administrators, Executors, and Guardians, per square, 8 25 Notice to Debtors and Creditors, 3 25 Notice for Leave to Sell, - - * 4 00 Citation for Letters of Administration, 2 75 Citation for Letters of Dismission from Adni’n. 5 00 Citation for Letters of Dismission from Guardi anship, LEGAL REQUIREMENTS. Sales of Land and Negroes, by Administrators, Executors, or Guardians, are required by law to be held on the first Tuesday in the mouth, between the hours of ten in the forenoon and three in the after noon, at the Court House in the County in which the property is situate. Notices of these sales must be given in a public gazette forty days previous to the day of sale. Notices for the sale of Personal Property must be given at least tentlays previous to the day of sale. Notice to Debtors and Creditors of an Estate must be published forty days. Notice that application will be made to the Court of Ordinary for leave to sell Land or Negroes, must be published weekly for two months. Citations for Letters of Administration must bo published thirty days —for Dismission from Admin istration, monthly, six months —for Dismisston from Guardianship, forty days. Rales for Foreclosure of Mortgage must be pub lished monthly for four months —for compelling titles from Executors or Administrators, where a bond has boen given by the deceased, the full space of three months. j £y Publications will always be continued accord ing to these, the legal requirements, unless otherwise j ordeftd. ’ j For the Crusader. The Fisherman’s Bride. BY MARY E . BRYAN. PART I. There were shadows on the Ocean, there were shad ows on the sky, And the sea-bird flew, like restless spirits with shrill foreboding, cry, And low upon the sobbing surge, the pliant rushes lay, While the funeral moss trailed from the cliff, like locks with time grown gray. “Oh! Bertram go not forth to-day ; dost mark yon shrouded sky? Dost here the shuddering Pine-tree of sorrow proph esy ? Os dark threats, that the wind has made, as wildly it swept by: Oh! Bertram do not launch thy boat, dost list yon murmuring wave? Dost hear the white birds, (ghosts of those who made the sea their grave?) In its dark depths thy father’s bark, once sank amid the storm, And yesternight, by the pale stars, I saw his shad owy form Slow walking o’er its heaving breast, with sudden wailing cry, Raising his thin arms warningly toward the cloud ed sky; And hark! dost hear the Eagle’s scream from yon der lovely cliff? Oh! Bertram, heed there warning signs, and do not launch thy skiff.” Thus with clasped hands and streaming locks the aged inargery spoke, While at her feet, with muttering# hoarse, the sul len surges broke, And by her side a maiden fair, with brown and falling hair, And eyes full of beseeching tears, said “Bertram heed her prayer.” Then lightly laughed the fisher bold, saying, “what! my timid dear. Has Margery’s idle eroakings ’roused thy woman’s needless fear? Nay, dry thy tears, ere from the sea, the young moon pale, Thy watchful eyes shall joyful see, my home re turning sail; Then in yonder holy chapel, by our sweet Lady’s side, The ring of gold shall Bertram give, and claim thee for his bride.” He pressed the small hand to his lips, and gayly smiled again, Then sprang into the waiting boat, manned by 1 is ready men, * And from his oar like scattered gems, dashes the glittering spray, While swift as an unprisoned bird, the light bark bounds away. The it uttering Sorceress Mabel lingers yet, • . While from the Fisher’s brown bold brow, floats back the locks of jet, As turning, he beholds her still, upon the lonely strand, And for a moment stays his oar, and lightly waves his hand. She lingers, ’till eve’s duskey wing enfolds the beet ling cliff, And softly rising, falling now, the fast receding skiff Glidc-s like the phantom of oar dreams, in the still Suinn er night, A vision mist-wrapt, far away, and fading from our sight. Then echoing the Pine’s low sigh, turns Mabel to depart, With all the shadows of the scene, deep brooding o’er her heart. ir. There is darkness on the ocean, there is darkness on the sky, And a rushing, as of pinions, for the tempest rideth high. Hark ! the footsteps of the thunder, on the sea-shore echoing loud, And the lightning cleaves with fiery sword, the bosom of the cloud, While The wind upon the billows, and among the pines on high Goes shrieking like a spirit in its last strong agony. An aged dame, with furrowed brow, and locks of of whitest snow, Sits, turning tremblingly her wheel by the fire’s flickering glow And as the angry lightnings flash, her cheek with fear grows white, And low she mutters, “God shield all upon the sea to-night.” But mystic Margery trembles, not to hear the shod dering gale, And from the lightning’s glary eyes, her own she does not veil, “Oh ! Margery, Margery,” Mable cries, beside her kneeling pale. “Thy face is full of horror, thine eyes look fkr away, What fearful sight beholdest thou? Oh mystie Sor ceress sav ?” “Ha! loved of him, who rashly dared, my warning voice to scorn, Thou, whom they call the ‘Ocean Pearl,’ why look’et thou so forlorn ? Why askest thou, what visions dread, rise darkly on my sight? • What xee’st thou, but the foaming sga, the wild and stormy night? Ha! but he was most fairly warned. Say, was he not my girl ? What reck 1 if no more he comes to claim his ocean Pearl; If, low lying ’mid the rushes, the morning’s chilly light, Shall look upon his lifeless form, and brow of deadly white. H* ar’st thou that wild shriek on the wind? ’tk the same fearful wail T told you, that three nights ago rang on the mid night gale. There’s none may stay the hand of fate. What! ho! thy cheek is white, A8 yonder ocean foam, that gleams in the red flash of light. Speak to me girl; in youthful hearts like thine hope, never dies. Nay look not so dispairingly, Mabel, poor Mabel rise. Thou liest, like some pale rose fallen from Autumn’s withering bower, I should have dealt less harsh with thee, poor crush ed and blighted flower. For the Crusader. Life on Earth. BY MATTIE. Life, Oh! tell us what is life? But one continual scene of strife, On this delusive earth? From childhood down to hoary age, We play our part upon life’s stage, And gain but paltry worth. The babe within its mother’s arms, Tho’ now endowed with lovely charms, Its future none can know’, Its path in life, perchance may lead To fame, to wealth or else to need, To joy, or endless woe. We drink of Death’s alluring stream, Os peace and happiness we dream, Unconscious that a cloud May cause to-tnorrow’g sun to cast Its darkened mantle o’er the past, Our fondest dreams to shroud. Yea, such is life! Upon its tide Our bark is tossed from side to side, Its course we ne’er can check— We cast around our nightful gaze, But find a dense and misty haze, Obscure the final wreck. Death in the Green-room. —One Saturday even ing, a few minutes previous to the commencement of the opera, at the Philadelphia academy of Mu sic, a member of the female chorus died suddenly in the green room, of disease of the heart. The singers, though shocked at the sad event, smother ed their emotions, and went through their parts with apparent composure. The audience was un usually enthusiastic; but, to the few who had heard of the grim intrusion of the King of Terror into the temple of mirth and festivity, the scene before the curtain had in it something awful. The opera performed was “Linda di Chamounix,” anti the corpse was dressed in the brilliant costume of the Swiss cantons, while the festal scene was pi seed ing not a dozen yards distant. Such things teach, us our mortality. * PENFIELD, GA„ THURSDAY, JURE 4, 1857. COMMUNICATION. For the Crusader. ’ Number 11. To you, members of the church and professors of temperance, who voted in the last elecions for a governor and members of the legislature, who were understood to be in favor of the liquor-shop men and their business, and to be opposed to any interference with their monopoly. With you we desire to reason upon the subject of those votes. — Please give our remarks a patient consideration. To prepare yourselves for a rational and cliris tian-liko examination of our subject, we request that some night, after going to bed, you take up the following train of thought, and inquiry ofyonr selves thus: Whilst l lie here in rest, how many thousands of men victims of the liquor-shops, are now suffering the evils of those licensed-shops ! Many of these are now drunk and drinking at. those establishments. The pockets of some who are drunk enough to be imposed upon are probably undergoing a search for money, or they may be die subjects of some other practice equally dishon est. Some, perhaps, are staggering on their road home, whilst others lie by the way-side. Others, perhaps, haye just arrived at their homes of mise ry, and in their drunken derangement, many of them may be abusing their helpless families. Continuing, say to yourselves, as you know the truth to be : I know there are thousands of l ro ken-hearted wives and mothers, with their suffer ing children, who are at this time, as I know many of them long have been, in a state of want and wretchedness brought upon them,—not by wrongs they had done, —but as a consequence pro duced by the liquor-shops business ! Whilst on yourpillow, communing with your conscience and your God, reflect upon the strife, blood-shed and murder —the corruption of public morals, and the morals of many of the members of the churches, all caused by the business of the liquor-shops.— After having taken the foregoing views, pleas-e ask yourselves the following questions, and give sueh answers to them as you believe before Heav en to be right and becoming a Christian: Ist. Do you know any good done hy the dram shops? Do yon? 2d. Do you not know that they produce all the various evils, fully as extensive, and as aggrevnted in 4heir degree as we have here represented them to be? Do you not know this ? Bd. Can yon place your hand upon your heart and appeal to Him who has said : “Be pitiful—be kind—be merciful”—and say to Him, I believe before Thee, that the Law licensing and protect ing these liquor-shops ought to he continued, and ought not to be repealed ? I ask you, can you do this ? can you ? 4th. Gan you justify yourselves in having vot ed for candidates, in the last State election, who were in favor of continuing the liquor-shops, and opposed to a repeal of the Law that licenses and establishes them ? Can you do this ? I now propose to investigate the subject of the last of these questions. I believe you have done wrong, very wrong ; and I pray you to allow me to describeand point out that wrong, not for the purpose of offending you but for the purpose of convincing you of it, so that you may not commit it any more. We know that many of you of whom we now complain, disclaim having love for the liquor-shops or fellowship for their keepers; yet, as freemen, you electioneer and vote for those who protect and continue them in their business, and you opperate against all candidates who hon estly tell you that the license law ought to be re pealed. This being so, you might as well love them with all your soul, as to serve them with all your might, by doing their will thoroughly and faithfully without loving them. All of you who belong to the churches or the temperance socie ties, and voted for the liquor-shop candidates, we pray you to reflect upon the nature of your pro fessions and their obligations. Have you done wrong? You will not forget that at our last State elections there were candi dates for the legislature and one for Governor, who wero favorable to the repeal of the license law, whilst another class were oppposed to that repeal. This formed an issue between the’ temperance and the anti-temperance parties. Issue. The issue thus formed raised the ques tion : Shall we elect men favorable to a discon tinuance of the liquor-shops by repealing the Law that establishes them, or shall we elect men wfio favor their continuance, and are therefore opposed to repealing the Law that licenses and protects them f Those who voted for the candidates fa vorable to that repeal, in effect, voted for the dis continuance of those shops, in order that their evils might Cease; and those who voted for the candi dates opposed to the repeal, of course, in effect votedfor the preservation and continuance ot those institutions and their business regardless of their numerous evils. On this issue, the only one be tween the temperance and tho anti-temperance parties; you, as freemen of Georgia, professing temperance qf religion; and many of you both, voted with the friends of the liquor-shops for such, candidates as were pledged to do what they could tb ttmtinue those institutions and to protect them r_ W in carrying ou their business aud work of death. I never reflect upon this vote, given bj r so raanv of my brothers in the churches and in the temper ance societies without much pain and deep by af flicting sorrow. When you shall have reflected on what you have done, please form your plea of justification —such a plea as you may have reason to believe will be adjudged a good one by Him to whom we shall ail account for what we may do. Justification. You cannot justify on the ground that you did not desire the evils of which we eom phun. The liquor-sellers, bad as they are, could put up this plea if it would do them any good; for they do not sell for the love of the harm they do but for the sake of getting their customers’ money. Nor do the drunkard* drink because they desire the evil they do but for the sake of the gratification it affords them. This plea may be put up by all sorts of offenders ; for when they do wrong it is generally for the love of some suppos ed benefit or gratification which they hope to ob tain and not for the love of the wrong itself.— There are but few offenders, if any, for whom this plea would be more unreasonable than for the voters of whom we speak. Wherever there is inoral wrong all moral agents knowingly concerned in it cause, commital or con tinuance, are guilty either as principles or accesso ries. In the case under consideration, the legis lature who continues the license law—-they who sell by it authority —and they who vote to elect candidates known to be favorable to continuing the liquor-shops and opposed to a repeal of the license law are all guilty of the wrongs complain ed of. None of these can say, I did not kuow of the evils of these institutions. All have acted witli their eyes open upon the mischief and mise ry they produce, and are, therefore, without ex cuse ; and the voters, instead of beiug innocent, are at the foundation and root of this great upas tree of death. By their electioneering and voting they stir the soil at its roots and give to it the sap and nutriment that preserves and continues its life and vigorous health. If you would withhold from this tree the food and protection of your votes good men would soon deaden or chop it down. But while you knew that the bonus of the numberless dead lay strewed the ground all around it, and while you saw many other victims staggering on their way to its killing shade —and while you saw women with faces pale and countenances dejected, showing the distress of ruin and broken hearts, with cold and hungry children around them, all caused by the fruit of tliis deadly upas. And while the frequent news of the l<lood-shed and murder caused by its poisonous effluvia were sounding in your ears—you, regarless of all these mentioned evils and numer ous others give to this tree of death and every woe the preservation and protection of your votes. Do you believe that you did right ? Does not the Bible require us to do good while we live in tho w’orld ? L. R. (To he Continued.) From the Oeorgia Banner. Prohibition Hill, Ga., May 15, ’57. Dear Welsh: —When last iri Newnan, I was solicited by some friends to lecture once more on Temperance in Newnan. I have concluded to do so, and have appointed Saturday, the 30th inst„ as the time, (stli Saturday of May, inst.,) I am still a Son of Temperance, and I believe it is the best organization to promote tbe Tem perance Cause. About 25 years ago I delivered my first public Temperance lecture in the Bap tist Ciiurdi in Newnan ; how many I have de livered since, at our various Superior Courts, until I went out on a more extended theatre in Georgia, I cannot tell’ Yet the stream of the liquid fire of death is onward ! Another generation has sprung up. Shall the friends of temperance, see the on ward march of intemperance, and its collateral and concomitant evils ruin our youth and not act ? In the name of bleeding humanity, blighted hopes, and prospective ruin of the souls and bodies of our young men, I will, Providence permitting, raise iny voice once more in Newnan, on the above day.— Let all the friends of sobriety from the town and country raMv on that day, not on political purpos es, not to nominate a candidate for Congress, not to put any man in office, but to help depose and dethrone a monarch whose throne i9 built on skulls, whose wand to touch is death, whose music is the dying groans of his subjects, whose conquests are the death of the body and loss of the soul.— I feel thankful we have revived old Flewellen Di vision, No, 45 of Palmetto, and went to work last Tuesday night with eighteen good and true mem bers. Heaven smile upon our undertaking. Truly vours, ’ D. P. JONES. He Drinks! —How ominous that sentence falls !- How we pause in conversation, and ejaculate— “lt’s a bity 1” How his mother hopes he will uot when lie grows older; and his sinters persuade themselves that it is only a few wild oates that he is sowing. And yet the old men shake their heads and feel gloomy when they think of it. — Young men just commencing in life, buoyant in hope don't drink! You are freighted with a pre cious cargo. The bopes : of your old parents, of your sister, of your wives, of your children—all are upon you. In you the age lire over again their juuog days ; through you only can the weary one obtain a position in society; and from the level on which you place them, must your children go in to the great struggle of life. From the Met*g Bird. A Lesson. A littl** girl who had wintered the perplexity of her mother on a certain occasion wheu her for titude nave way under a severe trial, s-tid : “Mother, do* s God ever fret or scold ?” The query waa so abrupt and startling it ar rested the mother's attention almost with a perfect shock. “Why, Lizzie, what mskee you ask that ques tion !” “Why, God is g od—you know you used to *nll him the “Good Man” when I was little—and 1 should like to know if he ever scold.” “No, child, no.” “Well, I am glad he don’t; for scolding always makes me feel so bad, even if it is not me in fault. I don’t think I could love Gcal much if he scold ed.” The mother felt rebuked at her simple chi and. Never had the heaid so forcib’e a lecture on the evils of scolding.—The words of Lizzie sank down deep in her heart, and she turned away from the in nocent face of the little one to hide the tears that —gathered in her eyes. Children are quick ob servers ; and L'zzie, seeing the effect of her words, hastened to inquire: “Why do you cry mother?” Was it naughty for me to ask so many questions ? “No, love, it was all right. I was only think ing how bad I had been to scold so much, when my girl could hear and be troubled by it.” 0, no, mama, you ate not bad, you are a good mama, only I wish there was not so many things to make you fret and talk like you did j rst now.— It makes me feel away front you so far, like I could not come near you, as I can when you smile and are kind; and oh, I sometimes fear 1 sir 1 1 be put off so far I can never get back again.” “Oh, Lizzie, don’t say that,” said the moth, r, unable longer to repress the tears that had been at niggling in her eyes.—The child wondered what could so effect its parent but instinctively feeling it was a case requiring sympathy, she reached up and Nid her little arms about the mother’s neck and whispered: ‘ Mamma, dear do I make you cry ? Do you love me?” “O, yes. I love you more than I can tell,” re plied the parent, clasping the child to her bosom. “And I will try never to scold again before iny lit tle sensative girl.” 4 0,1 am so glad. I can get so near to you when you don’t scold; and do yon know, mother, I want to love you so much.” This was an effectual lesson, and the mother felt the force of that passage of Scripture, “Out of the mouths of babes have I ordained strength.”— She never scolded again. JCSTThe strange disease, at the National Do te), Washington, which has seized upon many of the leading men of the country, —and which our Washington correspondent supposes to be rat pois on, is noticed in the “Sun,” which says: The rat poisoning is something which occured two or three years ago, and the story has probablv been re hashed now because the stench or odor about some parts of the boose seems to resem ble that object. The proprietors of the house are utterlv igno rant of the cause of the disease. They have sat esfied themselves with proving that it does not come either from the food or water, and there they stop. The true solution of the puzzle is probably in some of the sewerage pipes. The unusual cold weather has froz en up and closed or burst some of them, or some of the D traps connected with them have been in some way tilted out of place. The fact that the poison is in the air is proven not less by the investigations into food and water, than by the unpleasant odor which pervades the lower stories; and the exislence of waterclosefs, in various parts of these stories, while there is neither odor nor wafer closets in the upper stories, points to them and the sewerage pipes as the prol able causes of the difficulty. Learning wisdon by experience, President Buch anan. on his last visit to Washington, previous to his inauguration, took up his lodging privately at the residence of Mr. Cocoran. the oanker (Mr Sli dell’s ?,) while, at the same time, he retained his rooms at the National, occupying them only dur ing the day, and venturing to eat nothing save a cracker by way of lunch. Peter Cooper and Cyrus W. Field, Esqrs., have been among the suf ferers. But, elswhere, the “Sun” records,—as we have already recorded, the death in this city of Mrs. J. L. Adams, in whose stomach, upon a post mar tem examination, was found a mineral poison, arsenic, it is believed. The question of the cause is a very serious one, —for many other men, emi nent in various ways,—whom we could name, are yet suffering, arid of the President of the United Stales, writes a Washington correspondent. Indeed, his health is more seriously affected than the flatterers about the white House admit. In the first place, he is several years older than the biographers allow. A man may remain sta tionary at 68 while a candidate for the Presiden cy, but after entering the White House the down ward motion begins and cannot be arrested. The disease which he contracted here a month ago has adhered till now with occasional respites. It has shaken even bis strong constitution sensibly, and one necessity resulting from this cause bis com pulsory withdrawals from company early in the evening. A marked chtfnge is traceable in Mr. Buchanan’s appearance, indicating signs suffici ently serious to claim strict attention and care.— He needs quiet and repose, after the seige of ex citement and debility, and the best evidence of friendship that can l>e offered him is for the throng to withdraw and allow him the chance of recruit ing. Ought not the Washington authorities to start some chemical or legal examination of facts. Per haps there was an intent to poiaon tbe President end we are told the President himself indulges in ftpeh an Y JSheprm. TERMS’: I $1 in advance} or, $2 at the end of the year. OO JOHN M. SEALS PIiOPRfKTOU. YOL. XXIII-NUMBER 23. Don’t Drink Brandy. Porter' * Spirit of the Times warns the good people of New York, who occasionally take a lit tle “for the stomach’s sake,” not to drink brandy, or rather the red liquids winch is handed out to them at tavern counters, under that name. The editor says it is a well known fact, that there is scarcely a bar-room in that city, however extensive, elegant, or pretensh-u*, that contains a drop of the genuine article. Indeed, very little of it comes in to the country from France, and what does come, commands an almost fabulous price—a price so great, at any rate, as to exclude it almost entirely, from the retail trade. Indeed, even with the best will to sell a good article, the tavern keeper can not surely get it. The article which he buys un der custom house lock, and which unquestionably has come from France, is nothing more or less than a portion of the millions of gallons of “pure spirit,” i. e., alcohol , whicL has been exported from this country, to receive, in France, its coloring and flavor from the essential “oil of Cogniac,” and then to bo imported back. This is no illusion, but a fact of daily practice; and it would be safe to conclude, that any glass which you may take up, at a bar in town, is no'.hing but colored puie spir its, flavored with a few drops of the poisonous oil alluded to. The same may be said of the stuff that is furnished you in demijohns from the whole sale grocers and liquor dealers, for family use, at the rale of five, six, and seven dollars a gallon.— Through the failure of the grape in France, and the immense consumption of the article of brandy in this country, not one twentieth part of the de mand made upon France can be supplied ; and as the major part of this demand for high priced brandy, it will at once be seen, what perilous stuff, even the most fastidious and careful drinkers are oblidged to swallow. The only safe course is, thereiore to abstain from calling for brandy alto gether. There is but little good in it, even when it is best: and it has been saddled upon us, as a national drink, in place of the comparatively harm less beverage chosen by the other nations, by a school of red-faced old cooks, who, with the pro fundity, if not sobriety of oracles, yoked our necks yeare ago, with the notion that a little brandy was “the best thing in-the world for the stomach,” es pecially after eating oysters —a double fallacy, as has long ago been proved. YVe, therefore, advise that brandy be permitted to go out of fashion—at least while it is out of the country —and if we must have a national drink, let us follow the ex amp'eofthe nation which manufactures brandy for us, and adopt something a9 a daily beverage, that is, at least, a t-hade lighter than hell fire. Don’t Scold. A scold makes ail around feel unpleasant, and the man or woman who indulges the practice, is sure to feel the worse for it, after the scolding fit is over. A scolding, fault finding disposition, does no good, but much harm. It dries up the better feelings of the soul, and blights everything within reach. The folly of the evil is vividly portrayed in the following anecdote. A clergyman was busily engaged in his study, when his wife came hurriedly in, desiring he would go in the kitchen and scold the cook. The kind clergyman, willing to oblidge, told his better half that he was busy just then, but that he would write a scold, aud that she could go and read it to the cook. She did so, and the cook laughed. It has been truly observed by Weaver; “that of all disagreeable, habits the world was ever tor mented with, scolding is the most annoying. To hear a steamboat whistle, to hear an a>s bray, to hear a peacock scream, or an Indiau yell, is music compared with it. Since we were a little child, we have always felt a mortal abhorence to scold ing. And if we had been scolded as some child ren are, we know not as we should ever have been good for anything. Our sensitive spiwt would have rebelled and wrought itself into a hateful, discordant thing. It is no wonder many children are bad. The good is all scolded out of them.— It is stunted or killed by early fros's of cold, icy scolding. What a frost is to the spring buds, is scolding to all the best things in the child’s heart. Scolding folks at home ! How miserable ! Light ning, thunder, liail, storm and winds, let them all come, rather than a hurricane of scolding.” Good It True. —Tbe following about 11. P., meaning Hiram pearson, the Yankee who had been sitting on the Russian throne and doing oth er fordidden things, and paying dear for the whis tle generally is told by the San Francisco News tletter.: The last story told of the eccentric Callifornia millionaire, Col. H. P., (we don’t mention names,) runs thus : Traveling upon a small steamer in Europe, having taken his dinner, he commenced the enjoyment of his cigar on deck, when he was politely informed by the Captain that smoking was against the rules of the boat. Our friend not car ing to be deprived of his fumagatorial enjoyment retired forward and pulled away for dear life.— The Captain finding his pasenger stilll rebellious again in a presumpiory tone informed him of the rule. I must smoke, said the Colonel. Can’t, said the Captain. Come, said the Colonel. I’ll buy your boat. What is the price? Have no power to sell, replied the Captain. Can you char ter for the voyage, asked Col. P, and if so what’s your figure ? Three hundred pounds, answered the Captain. Done, says the Colonel, and then For the enjoyment of his Havana. The bargain was concluded, the money paid, the papers execu ted. Now your Excellency can collect your pas sage money said the Captain, believing he had some crowned monarch on board in disguise.— You navigit** your craft, said the Colonel, and I will arrange the passage money. Gentlemen and ladies, sad he to the now gathered crowd, your passage is paid, and as there are no rules on this boat you can just smoke as much you please. JttirThe second of Dr. Kane’s rules, on ship board, for his Arctic Expedition, was: “No drink ing of intoxicating liquors, except when ordered by tbe doctor.”