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with a forehead, white as a woman’s.
When his features were not lit up by
conversation or by his beautiful smile,
it wore an air of extreme gentleness
; and repose. This was the prevailing
expression, at least. In addition to
this however, occasionally a shade of
the deepest melancholy passed over
it-—or there sat upon it an expression
of stern and haughty misanthropy.—
Besides these, another and still differ
ent expression sometimes characteriz
ed that countenance-—one of sneering,
mocking bitterness.
As I have already said though, the
prevailing expression of his features
was gentle and pensive. But at all
times there was evidence, in the cut of
his mouth and the glance of his eye, of
firmness and decision which nothing
could shake. His whole appearance,
taking into consideration his pale, well
cut features, his exquisite dress and
his subdued and imperturbable man
ner, indicated high breeding, refine
ment and fastidiousness. Most people
would have immediately pronouuced
him an aristocrat; and this he un
-doubtedly was. But his aristocracy
did not manifest itself, as most men
think, in insolence and puppyism, but
an the manner already described.
When first seen by the party from
Bentwold, the stranger was conversing
with some animation and considerable
gesticulation, lie continued thus to
•converse till within a lew paces of
those he was meeting when he per
ceived them for the first time, and his
voice suddenly ceased. The two par
ties coming to a halt when they met,
Frank, advancing said,
“Father allow me to introduce a
friend who did me a very essential
sendee last summer, of which I will
tell you by and by. Mr. Fitzwarren
of Georgia.*’
“After such an introduction Mr.
l'itzwarren," said Mr. Bentley riding
forward, “you will allow me to shake
hands with _you, and thank you for
the service you rendered I rank.
“I am very proud to shake hands
with the father of Frank Bentley,
said Fitz warren, shaking the proflered
hand; “but he greatly exaggerates the
service I rendered him. It was only
what an}' gentleman would have done
under the same circumstances, and de
serves no thanks.”
“You cannot do away with my
sense of the obligation,” answered
Frank. “But let me introduce you to
my mother Mrs. Bentley—and Miss
Bentley.”
—p'p ZVi - arren bowed low to the ladies,
while they were also expressing then
thanks for the service rendered Frank.
When he raised his eyes, he encounter
ed those of Ifelen fixed full upon him.
He started —and well he might; for
never, in all his many wanderings had
ike encountered such a vision of love
liness as that he now beheld. To see
the eyes of one so lovely gazing upon
him with the interest and kindness in
cident to the favorable introduction lie
had received, was sufficient to awaken
•and bring into play all the emotions
which his pride generally kept hid un
der the veil of conventionality.
And Helen, when she perceived the
deep and earnest gaze which she her
self had awakened, could not avoid a
very slight heightuingof color. Few
girls of her age could have met With
I entire calmness the gaze of Walter
Fitzwarren, when hjs soul was awa
tkened and looked forth through his
eyes. A short moment the two gazed
on each other as if fascinated, when Mr.
Bentley, turning his horse’s head home
ward, the movement awakened them
HH . j
to a consciousness of the awkwardness j
*©f their position. Fortunately, no one
remarked their little by-play and they
turned toward Bentwold. For a
short time they rode together and the
conversation be-ame general. At
length Mr. Bentley fell behind to con
verse with Frank on the business
which carried him to St. A—: and
somehow,’ mythc pairing off which
took place among the rest of the party,
IlelenandFitz warden found themselves
side by side.
“And now,” exclaim some of my
readers, “now for fa love-scrape. Os
•course Helen anil fitzwarren are to
fall in love with Afeatlr" other, have
sweet communion, injdulge in 'moon
light rambles tftrifwh the orange
groves, talk sentimeiit, quote Moore,
have lover’s quarrel!, arid .make them
up again. Finally fee delightful cli
mate is to restoreJmzwarren to health
and he and Hejcn will be married,
and dfljjjpT to making corn and
cotton anipraising—ducks and chick
fClltS.”
‘feufjßoftly my dear sir—or madam,
as the 'ease may be. Don’t precipitate
Shatters! so. I fear you are a great
match-maker, and that you belong to
that Claris of people who imagine a tale
writerjfto be nothing more nor less
than J? match-maker on an extensive
«eH|Jr I beg to enter my solemn pro-
being so considered. So
' far fr<S|> being a match-maker, I detest
flie whole class of match-makers. Thjf
eharactci excites my most unbounded
land contempt. And why
two young people fall in
lore? nn atyral that a
handsome young man and a beautiful
young lady should be so struck with
each other’s appearance as to stave a
little harder at each other than strict
politeness would warrant on a first
meeting? And does it follow because
they arc so struck, just as one is struck
by coming suddenly upon a fine paint
ing or a good piece of statuary, of
whose existence lie was before un
aware—does it follow from this that
they are bound to— gd married?
“Oh but,” says the match-maker,
“they are so well suited to each other.
They are both so handsome, and so
intellectual, and so refined and so—
and so—so — so— wealthy !''
Ah! now the murders out. But
stop my dear madam —ladies are of
tencst match-makers —how do you
know Fitzwarren is wealthy?
Why, didn’t you say he was very
aristocratic and distingue ?—and wore
fine clothes ? llow could lie he and
do all tins without being wealthy ?
1 did say lie was aristocratic and
distingue ; but I did not say lie “wore
fine clothes.” True I said he dressed
in exquisite taste, but that I fancy, is
very far from saying he wore “fine
clothes.” But avc admit, for the sake
of argument that he is wealthy. And
now tell me what is to become of Tom
Butler—the gay, dashing, impetuous,
fascinating Tom ? lie is fully Helen’s
equal in poii.t of wealth, and I assure
you, almost any lady of your acquain
tance would do well to marry such an
one as Tom; for lie is the very soul of
honor—the very model of a chivalrous,
high-bred, aristocratic young southern
er. Why could we not make up a
match between Miss Helen and him ?
Besides, I have by no means brought
on the stage all the gallant cavaliers
whom I intend shall contend for the
hand of Helen. Wait a few chapters,
and you will find it difficult to choose
from the unexceptionable array I shall
present, the one whom you will pro
nounce most worthy of the high honor
of leading to the altar the beautiful
Miss Bcntly.
But reader, no doubt you are tired
of this interruption of the narrative ;
nor do I find fault with you for it. In
reading tales, I always skip such places
and I advise you to do the same. —
Writing a tale, however, is very differ
ent from reading one. A ears ago,
when I was a great novel reader, 1
determined if I ever should attempt to
write a talc, I would go straight on
with the narrative, without indulging
in any kind of episode. I find, though,
that it is utterly impossible, entirely
to l’csist the temptation. In novel
writing, episode is a necessary evil—
with which I will weary the reader
as little as possible; and if you, at any
time feel indisposed to wade through
it, do as I told you I do myself— skip.
As Fitzwarren and Helen rode
along the deeply shaded road, the
former gazed around him with inter
est, and said,
“I should think your forests here,
Miss Bentley, would always present
points of interest, even to one who
sees them every day ; and to me they
certainly present a novel and singular
appearance.”
“I conclude then,” said Helen “you
are on your first visit to this State?”
“I am ashamed to say I am. I have
been something of a traveller in oth
er parts of the Union, but never visit
ed Florida before. Os course every
Georgian has seen pine trees, and 11
have seen a few stunted live oak.— j
Here however, I cannot help thinking
of and quoting Jackson’s lines on the
noble tree —
I “With hhi gnarled old arms, and liU iron form,
******
With the gray moss waving solemnly
From his ihaggy limbs and trunk."
Helen’s eye brightened as she heard
these lines quoted from her favorite
book—written by a southerner ; and
she answered with animation,
“And so you read Jackson, do you ?
Those lines certainly give a most ex
cellent idea of our tree.”
“ You ask me if I read Jackson,”
was the reply. “The Georgian who
pretends to read at all, and who does
not read Jackson’s poems, it seems to
me is strangely recreant.”
“Why some, even in Georgia who
do not read Jackson’s collection of po
ems can find a very good excuse in the
scarcity of copies. I dare say, there
arc some m Georgia who pretend to
read, who have never seen a copy of
the hook—perhaps who do not know
such a work was ever published.”
“I am afraid that is but too true,”
was the reply, “ft is all owing to llie
fact that our people will not make
for themselves facilities for publishing
books and bringing them before the
public. If Jackson’s book had been
published by a Northern house of es
tablished reputation, there can lei bio
doubt but it would have met with a
warm reception, arid had' an extensive
circulation.”
“I have noticed such caries frequent
ly, answered Helen, “and wondered at
them. 1 cannot comprehend them.—
It seems to me that Jackson’s luirne
has enough of reputation attached to it
to draw attention to any work written!
t.y him.?
“You are fully aware of the fact as
it exists though ?”
“Certainly. But it is a great mys-i
tery.”
“Why” said Fitzwarren, “the very
name of Calhoun—a name which
ought and; docs possess a magic charm
for every southern ear—even that hon
ored name, was insufficient to give cir
culation to his “writings,” published
in Charleston. The fault, in this in
stance though, lay not in the want of
machinery for getting out books, but in
the sordid disposition of some who are
loudest in their protestations of rever
ence for Mr. Calhoun and his doctrines.
L can almost venture to say there are
thousands in his own and the adjoin
ing states, who profess idolatry for
Mr. Calhoun on account of the labors
he has performed for the South, who
are too stingy to spend a paltry sum in
the purchase of his “writings.”
“In view of these facts then,” said
Helen, “why did not Jackson have
his book issued by a Northern pub
lisher?’’
• “I have never heard him assign any
reason ; but judging from the charac
ter of the man, I should say there can
be but one reason for it —his excessive
love for Georgia—her people, institu
tions, and every thing connected with
her ?”
“Well, I can appreciate his motive,
at least.”
“But are we not riding rather too
fast for you Miss Bentley ?”
“Not exactly,” answered Helen,
laughing. “You said the Georgian
who failed to read Jackson, was strange
ly recreant. Well, the southern lady
who can afford it, and who is not a
proficient in horsewomanship,is strange
ly neglectful of the blessings showered
upon her.”
“I wish all ladies entertained your
sentiment. 1 hope it will come to be
tlie ease that it will be considered a
matter of course for a young lady to
be an accomplished horsewoman.”
“In our neighborhood,” said Helen,
“it is the case now ; and we will have
some visitors next week who are all
fond of the exercise, and proficients in
it.”
“I am glad of it—but why ? 1 must
be gone before then.”
And to Fitzwarrcn’s own surprise,
he felt sad at the thought.
“And why must you be gone?”
“Business,” muttered Fitzwarren.
“Allow us to persuade you to par
take of our hospitality longer,” said
Helen. “Letus show you how grate
ful we can be for the service you ren
dered Frank.”
Helen said this in so kind and ear
nest a tone, that Fitzwarren turned
to look upon her. Again their eyes
met in earnest gaze ; and for a moment
Fitzwarrcn’s countenance assumed an
expression bright and hopeful. A
moment more and he half drew a sigh,
and turned his eyes away with a pro
found expression of melancholy. And
then lie started up suddenly, and that
bitter, sneering smile flitted rapidly
across his features ; after which they
resumed their accustomed proud and
reserved, but gentle expression, as he
answered,
“It is impossible for me to stay long
er than a very few days Miss Bentley—
however anxious I may be to do so.”
A short time, and they had arrived
at the house, where Helen was Assist
ed to alight by her cavalier, and the
party entered the house.
[to be continued.]
The Saxon Serf a romance from the
pen of Henry AYrn. Herbert, is now
in our hands, complete, and its publi
cation shall be commenced in our first
issue in the month of October. As it
is impossible for us to promise to fu-‘
ture subscribers all the back numbers
containing this, in the opinion of its
author, the best production of his pen,
it is hoped that all who contemplate
becoming subscriber! to the Era will
send in their names at once.
\\ r c malty months ago not only an
nounced this work as immediately
forthcoming, but on one occasion un
wisely commenced its publication, and
by the early cessation thereof were
compelled to disappoint our readers,
and subject ourselves to grievous
mortification. In matters wholly de
pendent upon our own efforts we have
never broken a promise,, nor failed to
perform whatever lues been reasonably
expected of us ; but we arc not afflict
ed with any of the “inlirmiticsof genius,”
nor, it may be, with the genius pre
sumed to be indicated by such infirmi
ties. With our gifted author it is oth
erwise. In his sylvan retirement lie
pursues the inclinations of his literary
tastes, and, perhaps, the caprices of his
fancy, in the most admirable disdain of
the precision exacted by the people of
this every-day business world. Thus,
in a matter requiring the earnest labojr
of but a comparatively brief season, he
has fallen more than a year behind his
own appointment. It would be un
just were we to omit stating that the
depressing influcu ce of enfeebled health
has been Mr. Herbert’s apology for
this delay ; but, since that same every
day business, world waives no protests
and makes no concessions to its delin
quents upon the presentation of such
apologies as this, so also should our
author be held;to a rigid iiccouiitabiji
ty, in total disregard lhereof!
Now that the entire manuscript is be
fore us wo shall present the whole
work in connection, by republishing
the chapters already printed.
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I>’oH THE independent PRESS.
: (No. 15.)
FRAGMENT.
Late I beheld an eagle strive to scale
Tlie azure vault. Ilia pinion yet was young,
But in his heart there burned a royal dame
Which glistened in bis quick and eager eye,
As ho essayed to burst the cloudy shoot
Which hid the solar splendor from his sight.
He knew’Uvas his to catch the burning ray
Upon his lens, that thorp its lire and that
Which burned within his regal breast might meet,
And hold a converse, such as equals hold.
He longed to leave the mountain peak where oft,
Within his eyrie perched, he saw tho flamo
Os lightning rend tho lowering sky, and loud
Its plumes to guide tho deadly thunder’s bolt.
His siro had taught him this was not his home,
But ’twas above, and proudly boat bis heart
To wing its passage to congenial climes.
The pinion of tho tempest saw with rage
His plumes preparing to essay its blast,
And, big with envy, beat His pinions back.
Once more he poised Ids wings, and from defeat
Wrung triumph, such as power can over wring.
He from tho tempest stnatched away its rage,
And used its fury to assist his flight.
His beacon gained, ho eyes his parent sun,
And with his open pupil drinks tho solar gleam.
With frenzy mad, the tempest vents its spleen
Upon the mountain peak, that bathes its head
Within the thunder’s home, where lightnings gleam,
And-pour the vials of their wrath in vain.
Kutonton, Spring of ’4B. n. l.
miscellaneous.
Crimes of our Negroes and
their S*unishmeut.
The public have been recently hor
rified by the revolting details of the
murder of Dr. McDonald, of Mount
Meigs, Ala., by his own slave, and by
the awful punishment inflicted upon
the murderer. A mode of execution
so shocking and appaling to the hu
man heart, as that by the faggot and
stake, must have the most overpower
ing necessity growing out of the state
of things among us for its justification.
\Ye should be loth to feel that our own
misconduct in reference to the state of
of crime and insubordination among
our negroes should have entailed up
on us the necessity of committing bar
barities which have not elsewhere had
a counterpart on this continent, except
among Indian savages, and the witch
burners of New England. Butin reflect
ing on the subject, we are forced to the
conclusion, that the blame of this de
plorable exigency lies, in some meas
ure, at the door of the whites them
selves, the owners of slave property.
The negro who committed this
murder at Mount Meigs, for which he
was burnt, confessed, that lie had on
a previous occasion, murdered his then
owner in Kentucky, and that he was
run from that stale, and afterwards sold
in Alabama. These words that we have
italicised contain the key to much of
the arsons, rapes and murders perpe
trated by our slaves. The sordid love
of money, rising superior to indigna
tion for outrageous villainy and foul
murder, has been the means of the es
cape of many a guilty negro from the
gallows. Tho owner preferred to as
sist his escape, in order to save his val
ue in dollars and cents, to the dis
charge of his duty to the community,
by delivering him up to condign pun
ishment.
Instances of this kind, in cases of the
highest grades of offences, are compar
atively rare. But in cases of minor
felonies and misdemeanors, nothing is
more common than for the offences'’ ty
be compromised on condition, Unit the
owner will scud the negro out of the com
munity, arid sell him in a distant state;
and it is also not uncommon for the
owners to spirit the negro off clandes
tinely, and sell him in order to avoid
trouble and expense.
Now, this whole system is radically
wrong and if owners cannot be held up
to their full duty to the public from
proper iriotives, they should be com
pelled to do so by rigid laws, rigidly
enforced, to punish the crime of com
pounding felonies, and of harboring
and concealing negro felons, and aid
ing and abetting their escape.
The law which is a just and righteous
one,provides slaves the benefit of counsel
and legal defence. The great law of
interest, apart from humanity, will al
ways prompt the owner to see that in
justice is not done his slave. This will
almost inevitably protect an innocent
slave from an unjust verdict. The ten
dency has been and is to the other ex
treme, —of guilty slaves not being
found guilty, owing to the extra efforts
of the owner to shield him from the
consequences of his crime,—where the
victim is a stranger to the owner, arid
no feeling of vengeance comes in to
counteract the promptings of self-inter
est.
Two remedies, in addition-to what
is above suggested, occur to us. One
is, to provide by law, to owners of ex
cxecuted slaves, remuneration in whole
or in part for their value. The other
is, that when a negro commits a grave
offence, not punishable with death, but
sufficient to make it proper that the
community should be put upon its
guard against him, lie should be bran
ded on the check or forehead, as a sign
and a warning. The first of these two
remedies'll as often been discussed in
our Legislatures, but has hitherto, we
think mainly, been defeated. The
other has for it scripture authority, as
far back as the days of Cain and Abel.
It is true, the offence of Cain was mur
dewand fratricide. His punishment,
according todater Mosaic law, and that
of modern times, would have been
death; but with the curse and the
brand upon him, it was, perhaps, a pun.
ishment as. salutary, and worse than
death. We think it might be intro
duced with advantage among our ne
groes, as, it might sa\x the necessity of
occasionally burning one alive.
T VomliMiondUl,
Professor I I ark. —W e were pleas
ed to meet with this brother on our
return from Boston, as he is always
ready -to talk of Spiritual progress,
and give a reason for his hope of bn
rnortality.
If there is cause for regret in the
lack of discrimination, sometimes com
plained of, as a common fault among
the modern Spiritualists, we think,
there is some consolation in the fact,
that men of the most critical and cau
tious methods of investigation, have
been forced to a like conclusion with
the unsophisticated man ot faith. As
a proof, we cite the names of Robert
Owen, of England, and Prof. Hare of
Philadelphia.. These two men have
been skeptics of the old school, for
many sf trie best years of their lives,
but experience, sciendej skepticism,
and the pride of consistency, have
had to give way to the Spirit of FAITH,
as developed by modern Spiritualism.
There arc others, equally well known
to fame, who, after using the most
critical and cautious methods of inves
tigation, are rejoicing in the hope of
Spirit life and immortality. We do
not wish to make public the name of
any person/who may think it proper
to enjoy his faith in private, since eve
ry person must be the best judge of the
proper time to make the needful de
claration of faith; but we know there
are conversions going on, which, when
known, will surprise many and we
hope awake them from the sleep of
ages.
What we wished to say, however,
about Prof. Hare is, that lie is in full
sympathy with tiro efforts about to be
made at Boston, and expressed his
willingness and determination to be
there.
We wish the Bostonians to consider
him as one of the speakers likely to
be present when the great meeting of
October takes place.
[ Christian Spiritualist.
“As might be expected the busi
ness of the city is almost suspended.
The leading ancUlargest hotel, the Pu
laski, closes to-day. It is intimated,
(we hope erroneously) that the Mar
shall, next in size, will soon do the
like. Half the boarding houses, (our
own among the number) have been de
serted by their proprietors.
“ Our reporter tells us that lie lias
counted west of Bull street, 95 busi
ness houses all shut up. “ Closed on
account of sickness,” meets the eye at
every turn as we walk through our
bcautifnl city. Yes “beautiful”—for
never seemed its outward aspect more
lovely. For as lie looks upon its
squares, mantled with green —upon its
trees in all the richness of their foliage,
with soft breezes sweeping through
their branches —who can realize that
he is in the midst of death ? It is only
as the hearse, with its mournful train
slowly passes, that he is aroused to the
sad reality.— Sav. Georgian.
New York, Sept. 1. —The Tri
bune appears this morning very much
reduced in its proportions. It ignobly
confesses that its advertisements have
fallen off so fast, that it was obliged
either to reduce its cost or increase its
price. The former alternatively has
been chosen. Ido not know that we
should exult over the decaying influ
ence and popularity of this most radical
of Northern journals. As open enimies
are always to be dreaded less than trai
torous friends, the extinction of such a
paper as the New-York Tribune is not
to be desired. The editors, in making
the announcement of its curtailment,
boastfully remark that in its reduced
dimensions, it is still larger than either
of its immediate competitors—the Her
ald and Times.
H wo look at InO Contest these pa
per:; ;u'C waging, we must confess the
Tribune has acted with more independ
ence than cither of the others. It was
evident to the proprietors of them all
some months since that they were sup
plying news at unremunqrative prices.
The Tribune and Times were willing
with the Herald, to raise the price from
two to three cents a copy, but the Her
ald, with its love of singularity and in
obediene to its Islnnaclitis’i instincts,
refused to enter into any combination.
Soon after, solitary and alone, it took
the bold step of raising its price to
three cents, as if to shame its contem
poraries for their timidity, expecting
that the Tribune and Times would be
only too glad to follow in its illustri
ous footsteps. But they refused the
bait offered, and made a great glorifi
cation at the Herald's expense. The
next day the Herald concluded not to
advance its price at all! So the Tribune
is the only one of the three papers that
had the courage to confess that it is
not making money, and is thereby
compelled to retrench its expense.
That, Rosso m lluxter. —We know
not who the follow is, but some one
has taken a notion to posSoiii hunt it
all around us for the last live or six
nights. “Toot, toot, toot,” goes his
little water faced bull’s horn —“ How
wow, wow,” barks his dog, and
“ Wlioop-ee,” shouts he every evening
about 9 o’clock. Then all our own
dogs get into an uproar, charge about
and become furious, and its generally
midnight before every thing is settled
down so that we can enjoy sleep.
Now we like possum hunting in its
proper })lacc and time well enough.
The fact is there is something a little an
imating and enlivening about the sport
in the cool, frosty nighty of the later
Fall, when “eimmons” are sugary and
“ roast tutors” are plenty ; because
then we have associated with it an
idea of a good, fat supper for the ensu
ing evening.
But to be vexing the drowsy car
of a real summer night, with your pos
sum-hunting fuss is abdmi liable—-as
the Frenchman remarked, “It is ridi
cule,” Hold on, boys, until the season
is ripe for the fun and then, (instead
of grumbling at) we’ll join you.
...... ~ ♦♦♦- j
Biogenes being asked the . biting, of
which beast was most dangerous an.
swered : “If you mean wild beasts,
tis the slanderer# —jf tamo ones the
flatterers," ,
'"Sf-Sfib V
The South and her People,
John Mitchell, the Irish patriot,
takes the following just and liberal
views of our section:-y-“In the chival
rous South the individual in vindica
tion of his honor, of which the law of
the land takes no cognizance, practices a
code that violates alike the statute and
the common law. The consequences for
the most part, rest with the individual.
But you will rarely sec mobs asemb*
ling to burn churches or to violate the
constitution, south of Mason and Dix
on’s line. The true majesty of the law
is respected and upheld by the aggre
gate people. There no Angel Gabriel
sounds his horn, disturbing the quiet
Sabbath and calling together bands of
of rowdies. There, no Salem witch
craft nor Blue Laws, nor Bloomcrism,
nor Woman’s Rights, nor Mormonism,
nor Millcrisrn, nor Anti-Popery, nor
Spirit Rapping, nor Socialism, nor oth
er monstrous productions, have sprung
up to choke the healthy growth of free
dom. The poisi nous weeds and fungi
belong to the North, and arc cultiva
ted to the highest perfection by the
wise men of the Fast. In the South
there is no persecution for conscience’
sake. It was the South —the Catholics
of Maryland—that first set the exam
ple of religious toleration to Northern
men and to the rest of the world ; and
Bancroft, whom England claims as its
own, eloquently dwells upon the fact.
And still the North not only lags be
hind the South in a true estimate ol
this, the first principle of human free
dom, but is retrogading to the channels
of the Roundheads in quest of the dry
bones of a decayed fanaticicism.”
Rev. T. P. Hunt. —W r c have heard
many good things that emenated from
the keen wit of this Rev. Gentleman,
but the last one threw us down entire
ly. A man recently passing Mr. I Hint,
was accompanied by a small dog; and
the little scoundrel took a sudden fan
cy to stick his teeth in the old gentle
man’s leer. This physical manifesta
tion not proving satisfactory to the
clerical victim, he determined to vic
timize the dog in turn, and drawing
the big end of his cane, soon added
another subject to the dog tombs.—
This began the dramatic tragi-comedy.
Stranger—“ Why did you kill rav
dog?”
Hunt—“ Because he was going to
bite me.”
Stranger-—“ Why didn’t you use the
small end of your stick? —you could
have frightened him and not killed
him!”
Hunt (excited) “Why didn’t your
dog come at me tail first, then ?”
Family Connection.— A Persian
merchant complaining heavily of some
unjust sentence, was told by the judge
to go to the Cadi.
“But the cadi is your uncle !” urged
the plaintiff.
“Then you can go to the grand vi
zier.
“But his secretary is your cousin !”
“Then you may go the Sultan !”
“But liis favorite sultana is your
niece !”
Well then go to the devil!”
“Ah, that is a still closer family con
nection !" said the merchant, as lie left
the court in despair.
An effecting scene took place at
Windsor. When the 40th regiment
was about departing from the town
for service in the East, a little mother
less child was observed clinging to the
legs of its father, who was a private in
the regiment. The poor man refused
to drive it away when ordered, and,
by “one gentle touch of nature,” suc
ceeded iu exciting the sympathy of
Lieut. Hutton, who put ,£l.O into the
child’s hand, and afterwards induced
his mother to adopt it.
For Benton's thirty years in the Sen
ate, it is said in the National Democrat
that the Appletons, who received the
copyright of this work, gave for it a
check for the substantial sum of §SO -
000. "
No Moxoply.—Fanny Fern objects
to a mail shedding tears". She says it
is an infringement on one of woman’s
most valuable “ water priveleges.”
The Savanxaii News.—This of
fice has been very unfortunate. We
learn that since the Yellow Fever
made its appearance in that city, four
of its employees have died of that fa
tal disease. The Editor also, had a
brush with Yellow Jacket, but he is
now in our midst, and we are happy
to inform the numerous readers of the
Xews that he is daily improving.
[Constitutionalist.
‘Jenny, what is the mean temperature
of the summer weather in Ireland ?’
asked a ankee of an Irish girl re-
'■Mane sir? There’s nothin’
mane about Ireland, bad luck to yees,
for a dirty spalpeen!’
A\ e see it stated in the Boston Post
that in the British House of Lords on
the Uth insfang Lord Clarendon laid
on the table a dispatch from the Brit
isli. Consul-General at Havana, de
scribing the measures adopted by the
Government of Cuba to put down the
slave trade, on which occasion Lord
Clarendon took the opportunity of dc
nying a report circulated in the United
States, that Great, Britain had ever con
templated or intended to Africanize
C üba or establish a black republic
there.-—Y at. Ini.
Witty RepeyJ— What are you go
-lUp so tW 0 llle for a Christmas present?
asked a gay damsel of her lover.
i \ ,f], e n °bUing to give but my hum
ble self,” was the reply,
1. he smallest favors gratefullv re
ceived, was the merry response of the
hidy.
Newspapers are life-preservers that
jeseue those' who would otherwise
sink into oblivion, especially politici
cans, . ~ ■
•f>* Eventful Career,
At a late term of the Superior
Court of Lowndes county, Ga., a man
bv the name of Graham was convict
ed of manslaughter and sentenced to
the penitentiary at the age of nineteen
years. The Wakullah (Florida) Times; t
gives a few incidents in the life of this
young man, which are well calculated
to excite sympathy for his misfortunes :
—“At the age of thirteen he was at
tacked by a tiger, who, after tearing
him badly and crushing both his jaws,
left him for dead under a covering of
leaves which he had piled on him.
Subsequently lie was caught in a su
gar mill and lost one arm, was bitten
twice by rattlesnakes, and struck
senseless by a flash of lightning. 11 is
greatest cal amity occurred a few months
ago, when he killed one of his neigh
bors in a drunken frolic, by stabbing.
Since then he has laid in -prison, and
has now a term of years to serve at
some trade suited to his peculiar physi
cal condition. If there be any exten
uating circumstances in his case, wc
should be glad to sec them brought
to the notice of the Executive for th.o ex
ercise of official clemency. We doubt
very much whether any man living
ever encountered similar perils. This
is said to be a true record without the.
least fancy or invention.
Philadelphia promises to be quite
lively the coming season. Besides
three theatres, an illuminated Garden,,
and the Academy of line Arts, which arc
in operation, anew Museum and.
Theatre will open at Fifth and Callow
hill streets on Monday evening next,.
Besides, the Opera House building will*
shortly be commenced, and a splendid 1
Museum and Family Theatre will soon
er or later, be undertaken in some cen
tral position. Philadelphia has been
considered an insufferably stupid place
as regards public amusements; but I
think the old place is retrieving her
reputation rapidly in this repect, and
may soon even rival “Gotham” in
the possession of what wc Americans
term “life.”
Progress. —Geo. W. Clinton, Esq.,
the “hard shell” candidate for the of
fice of Secretary of State in NcwYork.
closed his speech in the Park on Mon
day evening by expressing the hope
“that not only this Continent but the
isles of the sea, and Cuba and Ireland
shall be embraced in our arms." 1
lleniiy ‘Clay on Fusion. —“But
if it (the whig party) is to be merged
into a contemptible abolition party, and
if abolitionism is to be engrafted upon
the whig creed, from that moment L
renounce the party and cease to be a
whig. I go yet a step further. If
lam alive, I will give my humble sup
port to that man for the presidency
who, to whatever party he may be
long, is not contaminated by fanaticism,
j rather than to one who, crying out all
I the time that he is a whig, maintains
I doctrines utterly subversive of llm
constitution and the Union.”
“Does this razor go easy?” asked a bar
ber of a victim who was writhing under
a clumsy instrument, whose chief re
commendation was a strong handle.—
“Well, that depends upon what you
call the operation. If you are skinning
me, it goes tolerably easy ; but if you
are shaving, it goes mighty hard.”
A bluff country farmer meeting the
parson of parish in a by-lane, and not
giving him the road so readily as he ex
pected, the parson, with erect chest, told
him “he was better fed than taught.”
“Very true, indeed, sir” said the farm
er, “for vou teach me and I feed my
self.”
‘Pa, what is punctuation I’ ‘lt’s the
art of putting stops.’ ‘Then I wish
you would go down in the cellar, and
punctuate the cock of the cider barrel,
as the cider is running all over the
floor!’
Mr. James Maples, a respectable cit
izen of Huntsville, Ala., hung himself,
a few days ago, in consequence of his
fears that the drought would prevent
his raising corn enough for his family
to cat during the winter.
A little boy on coming home from a
certain church where he had seen a
person performing on an organ, said to
his mother—
“O, mammy, I wish you had been
at church to-day to see the fun—a man
pumping music out of an old cup
board.’
A man says that the first thing that
turned his attention to matrimony was
the neat and skillful manner in which
a pretty girl handled a broom. He
may see the time when the manner in
which the broom is handled will not
afford him so much satisfaction.
Meax Spite. —-Russia, enraged with
Turkey for having been the cause of
depriving her of her markets for tal
low, revenges herself by stirring up
Grecc cl-Ihmbh.
The following is a true copy of a
sign upon an academy for teaching in
one of the W esteru States: “Freeman
& lluggs, school teachers. Freeman
teaches the boys and lluggs the girls"
A Hard Hit.—Henry Ward Beech
er Sityg ho means to vote against the
Nebraska bill, though the ballot-box
should be placed in the jaws of h—ll.
To this the Wheeling Argus replies,
that every man lias aright to vote in
his own precinct.
“Boy, what is your name?” Robert,
sir.” “Well, what is your other name?”
“Bob.”
Spirit Rappixg.—Gents knocking
at the different doors as they go home
late at night.
Miss Prim recently refused to wear
a watch iu her bosom, because it had
hands on it.