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Illiscdlaiitoni fliou CAPTIOX nr.iD'ii Forest fcxii.M, The Monkey MoMkt. Now, you will perhaps imagine that Guapo, having sat so quiet da ting all this scene, had no desire sos a bit of rost monkey to supper. In that fancy, then, yod would be quite astray ‘from’ the truth. Guapo had a strong desire to eat roast marimonda that Very night; and, had he trot been held back by X)On Pablo, he would never have allowed the monkeys togetquietly •out. ol the zamangr; for*, it being an isolated tree, it would have afforded him a capital opportunity of “ treeing” them. His blow gun had been caus ing his fingers to itch all the time; and, jus soon as Don Pablo aucVthe rest were satisfied with observing the monkeys, Guapo set out, blow gun in hand, fol lowed by Leon. There was no cover by which he might approach the group; and there fore no course was left for him but to run up as quickly forward ns possible and take his-chance of getting a shot as they made off. This course he pursued} but, before he was within anything like fair range, the monkeys, uttering their shrill screams, scampered over the open ground much taster than before, and took to the grove from which they had approached the spot. Guapo followed at a slashing pace, and was soon under the trees, Leon at his heels. Here they were met by a shower of sticks, pieces of bark, half eaten ‘‘peaches,” and something that was far less pleasant to their olfactory nerves. All these came from the tops of the trees, —the very tallest ones, — to which the monkeys had retreated, and where they were now hidden among the llianas and leaves. You may fancy that it is easy to pur sue a troop of monkeys in a forest. But it is not easy—in most cases it is not possible. The tangled underwood -below puts a stop to the chase at once, jus the monkeys can make their way through the branches above much ‘quicker than the hunter can through the creeping plants below. The pursuit would have been all up with Guapo, for the marimondas had soon got some way beyond the edge of the grove; but, just as he was turn ing to sulk back, his keen Indian eye caught sight of one that was far behind the rest —so far, indeed, that it seemed determined to seek its safety rather by hiding than by flight. It had got un der cover of a bunch of leaves; and there it lay quiet, uttering neither sound nor syllable. Guapo could just sec a little bit of its side, and at this in an instant the gravatana was point ed. Guapo’s chest and cheeks were seen to swell out to their fullest extent, and off went the arrow. A shriek fol lowed; the monkey was hit, beyond a doubt. Guapo coolly waited the re sult. A movement was visible among the leaves; the marimonda was seen to turn and double about, and pluck something from its side; and then the broken arrow came glancing among the twigs and fell to the ground. The monkey was now perceived to be twisting and withing upon the branch es ; and ti its Pwild death-scream was answered by the voices of the others farther off. At loneth its body was seen more distinctly; it no longer thought of concealment, but lay out along the limb; and the next moment it drop ped off. It did not fall to the ground though; it had no design of gratify ing its cruel destroyer to that extent. No; it merely dropped to the end of its tail, which, lapped over the branch, held it suspended. A few convulsive vibrations followed, and it hung down dead Guapo was thinking in whafc way he might grrtt down ; for he knew that, unless he could reach it by .some means, it would hang there until the weather rotted it or until some preying bird or <he tree ants had eaten it. He thought of his axe. The tree was not a very thick one, and it was a softwood tree. It would be worth the labor of cutting it down. lie was about turning away to get the axe, when his eye was attracted by the motion of some object near the monkey. “Another!” he muttered ; and sure enough, another—a little tiny creature —ran out from among the leaves, and, climbing down the tail and body of the-one already shot, threw its arms around her neck and whined piteous ly. It was the young one. Guapo nad shot the mother. The Bight filled Leon with pity and grief; but Guapo knew nothing of these sentiments. He had already in serted another arrow into his gravatana, and was raising the tube to bend it, when all at once there was a loud rustling among the leaves above. A large marimonda, that had returned from the band, was seen springing out upon the branch. lie wns the husband and father. lie did not pause a moment. In stinct or quick perception taught him that the female was dead. His object was to save the young one. lie throw his long tail clown, and grasping the little creature in its firm hold, jerked it upward, and then, mounting it on his back, bore it off jtmong the branches. All this passed so quickly that Gua pdhad not time to deliver’his second arrow'. Guapo saw them no more. - The Indian, however, was not to be cheated out of hii supper of roast monkey. He walked quietly back for hisaxej and, bringing it up, sqou fell* ed the tree, and took the marimonaa mother with him to the camp. His next affair was to skin it, which he said lie did by stripping the pelt from the head, arms, legs, and oil; so that, after being skinned, the crea ture bore a most hideous resemblance to achild. The process of cooking come next; , and this Guapo made more tedious than it might have been, as he was re solved to dress the marimonda after the manner practised by the Indians, and .which by them is esteemed ttic best. He first built a little stage out of split laths of the pupunha palm. For this a hard, wood that will resist fire a long time is necessary ; and a pupunha waft just the thing. Under this stage Guapo kindled a lire of dry wood ; and upon the laths he placed Iris monkey in a sitting posture, with its arms crossed in iV'ojft and its head resting upon them. The fire.was then blown upon until it became a bright blaze, which completely enveloped the half-upright form of the monkey. There was plenty of smoke ; but this •is nothing iu the eyes of a South Amer ican Indian, many of whom prefer the ‘•smoky flavor” in a roast monkey. Guapo had now no more to do but wait patiently until the body should be reduced to a black and charred mass; for this is'the condition in which it is eaten by these strange people. When th s cooked, the flesh becomes so dry that it will keep for months with out spoiling. The white people who live in the monkey countries eat roast monkey as well as the Indians. Many of them, in fact, grow very fond of it. They usually dress it, however, in a differ ent manner. They take off the head and the hands before bringing it to the table; so thatthe “child-like” appear ance is less perceptible. Some species of monkeys are more delicate food than others ; and there are some kinds that white monkey eaters will not touch. As for the Indians, it seems with them to be “all fish,” &c.; and they de vour all kinds indifferently, whether they be “howlers,” or “ateles,” or “ca puchins,” or “ouistitis,” or “sajous,” or “sakis,” or whatever sort. In fact, among many Indian tribes monkey stands in the same place that mutton does in England, and they consider it their staple article of flesh meat. In deed, in these parts no other animal is so common as the monkey; and, with the exception of birds and fish, they have little chance of getting any other species o f animal food. The best “Southdown” would perhaps be as dis tateful to them as monkey meat would be to you ; so here again we are met by that same eternal proverb —“Chacun a son gout." The “Conservatism” of the Day. The National Intelligencer is so re joiced at the nominations of the pro scriptionists in Virginia that it calls them “conservative.” A few evidences of the march of this conservatism may not be out of place at present: The monster sympathy and Sunday procession in New York on account of death of a prize-fighter. The election of a band of infidels to the legislature of Massachusetts. The defeat of an accomplished, vir tuous, and intellectual statesman like Joseph R. Chandler, for his religious belief. The declaration of war upon fifteen sovereign States because of their local institutions. The formal trial and torture of Judge Loring, of Massachusetts, for daring to vindicate the Constitution of the Uni ted States : n a judicial decision. The removal of female school-teach ers on account of their religion. The proposed exclusion By statute, in the legislature of Massachusetts, of all persons of the Catholic persuasion from holding office. The prostitution of the pulpit to in flammatory political harangues, as in the case of the demagogue priest who imitated Mark Antony in his last Sun day’s sermon over the dead body of Poole, the pugilist. This is certainly a most delicate ar ray of “conservatisms.” The French revolution never boasted a more re fined assortment of pious pastimes. We can almost see the Intelligencer ap plauding these conservative combina tions in completing the circle of their reformations, whether by ignoring the constitution, by dissolving the social compact, or by placing government in the hands of such patriots as Torn Hy er and Bill Poole. Never Ask Questions in a Hurry, "Tom, a word with you.” “Be quick, then, I’m in a hurry.” “What did you give your sick horse t’other day ?” “A pint of turpentine.” John hurries home and administers the same dose to his favorite charger who, strange to say, drops off defunct in half an hour. Ilis opinion of his friend Tom’s veterinary ability is some what staggered. He meets him the next day. “Well, Tom.” “Well, John, what is it?” “I gave my horse a pint of turpen tine, and it killed him dead as Julius Caesar,” “So it did mine.” True and Beautiful. I cannot believe that the earth is man’s abiding place. It cannot be that our lives arc cast up by the ocean of eternity to float up on its waves and sink into nothing ness. Else, why is itthattbe glorious aspira tions which leap like angels from the temples of our hearts, are forever wan dering about unsatisfied? Why is it that the rainbow and the clouds come over us with a beauty that is not of earth and pass off and leave us to muse their loveliness? Why is it that the stars who hold festivals around the midnight throne are set above the : 2of our limited faculties, forever ing us with their unapproacha ble glory ? And finally, why is it that the bright forms of human beauty are presented to’our view and then taken from us leaving the thousand stream's of affection to. flow back in Alpine tor rents ? We are born for a higher des tiny than that of earth—there -is a realm where rainbows never fade,' where the stars will be out. before us as ; i lets that sl’Arnber'On the oCeafi, where the beings that puss before us like sha dows, will stay in our possession for ever, Spiritualism Entrapped. A San Francisco editor, F. C. Ew er, recently prepared a fictitious sketch, describing the sensations, of a dying man. He, as thy best i ode of oyercofiiingjjdl difficulties involved in such relations, made his hero describe his ueatli from the spiritual world,— 'l’lie author was recently surprised to find that Judge Edmonds, of N. Y., had used his fictitious narrative as the production of a veritable spirit, and the Judge wrote to the author to acquaint him with the fact that he had had several spiritual interviews with this defunct “ hero, ” who never had any existence except in Mr. Ewer’s brain. Mr. Ewer’s letter is rather an ntfusing proof of the exceeding credu lity of the Judge, and of the ludicrous absurdities in which the professed spiritualists involve themselves, by ta king leave of common sense and ignoring the well established morals aud physical laws of the universe. Properties of (lie Electric Spark. The following is the condensed ab stract of a recent lecture by Faraday, before the Royal Society in London-. It will be found interesting in facts, not generally ltbMY/n, while at the j same time it is clear on a very impor tant subject., lightning conductors : The heat of the electric spark is in tense, though the momentary duration of its effects prevents its heat-giving power from being felt to its full ex tent. The inflammation of ether and the explosion of gunpowder were shown as illustrative of the heat con tained in the electric spark, and the ef fect of momentary action in diminish ing the heating power was exempli fied by sending an uninterrupted charge through some loose gunpow der, aud then repeating the experi ment with a wet string introduced as part of the conducting circuit. In the first arrangement, when tne spark pass ed instantaneously, the gunpowder was scattered and not explo led, but when the resistance of the wet string prolonged the discharge, the gunpow der was ignited. The electric spark is sometimes applied in blasting rocks as well as voltaic electricity, and voltaic agency is, for general blasting purpo ses, very convenient. The effects of the electric discharge are orily perceiv ed when resistance is offered to the passage of electricity, and several ex periments were exhibited in which it was shown that a charge which pass ed without producing any apparent ef fect, when a thick wire formed the cir cuit, was sufficient to deflagrate inter posed pieces of thin wire and gold leaf, that were not adequate to conduct the same quantity free. The ingenious contrivance of Prof. Wheatstone for measuring the duration of an electric spark was exemplified by lighting a disk, colored in stripes, aud revolving rapidly in the dork, with a succession of electric sparks. Though the colors were mingled together, and visible when seen by etxraordinary lig.it, the momentary light of the electric spark exhibited each color distinctly, and the disk for the instant appeared sta tionary. By increasing the velocity till the colors became confused, even when seen bv the spark, and approxi* I mation is attained to the duration of the light; and in this manner Mr. [Swainq, of Edinburgh, proved that ! the electric spark lasts only the hum ! dred thousandth part of a second. .A flash of lightning is of equally short duration, and every object in motion, when seen at night by the glare of light ning. appears to be stationary. The ap parent duration of an electric spark is about one-tenth of a second, because an impression once made on the retina is re tained for that time, though the ob ject that produced it, as in the case of lightning, is no longer present. Another remarkable p roperty in the electric spark is the action it exerts on the light-storing power of phosphate of lime. That substance, together with some others, posseses the power of absorbing light in a latent state, which is given out on the application of heat in the dark. This light, when once taken from the phosphate of lime, can be restored to it by the electric sp irk, and by that means alone. Prof. Fara day concluded by explaining and il lustrating the influence of the non-con ducting property of the air on the length of the spark. By partially ex hausting a glass tube a spark passed through a much greater space, and when the exhaustion of the air was more complete, and the resistance thus removed, the electricity from the prime conductor of the machine passed in continuous flashes, imitating the ef fects of the aurora borealis. Terrible Explosion of a Pyrotech nic Establishment. The New York Times of yesterday morning says: “ The pyrotechnic establishment of G. A. Ltlliendahl, which is situated about four miles south of Jersey City, near the Morris canal was blown up at 2 o’clock yesterday afternoon. One person was killed, and seven men so severely burned that some of them will probably die. “ The building was about 15 feet by 30 in size, and two stories high. It blew up with a loud report, and created a column of smoke and dust, in which the fragments of the building mingled. The ruins instantly took fire; and it was with great difficulty that those who came to the rescue could extricate the injured from., the ruin’s alive. Water was brought from canal in pails, kegs, &c., and the flapnes were, extin guished. Eight persons were .taken out terribly burned, and some of them, it iß'feared, cannot survive their inju ries.” % ' “My son, what would you do if; your dear father should be taken .awav from you ?” “<\ ursu and effuvv tobackarl ” ' 'fkrt>w Away Your trtttehcs. “Throw away you crutches V’ said the doctor to his gouty patient “I can’t doctor, i shall fail if I do,” was the reply. “Try and see,” reiterated the doCtoh “I cannot, I dare not,” said the pa tient, trembling and looking irresolute. Just then he met the doctor’s eye, and it pleaded for the experiment more ful ly than the tongue. He hesitated but a moment longer, and though the ef fort made him turn pale, away went the crutches, full length on the carpet ! There he was bolt upright against the wall, without his old friends, the crutches—a thing he had not doDe for years. “Now walk,” said the doctor. “I can’t,” arose to the patient’s lips, but went no farther, for he resolved to try, if he failed in trying. He took one trembling step, but did not fall. Joyful moment! Another step, and then another! Was he really walk ing, or was it a dream? It was be cause he had thrown away his crutches and made trial of his own strength, that he had succeeded so far beyond his hopes. The gouty patient is not the only one to whom it may be said—“throw away your crutches.” He who is for ever afraid of trying his own strength will never become strong. It requires a brave heart and firm step to think and act for ourselves—to speak as we think, freed from the bondage of those often asked questions—What will be thought by others? What will be said ? Os all classes in the community, au thors are in the greatest danger of leaning upon crutches —other men’s opinions, and other men’s suffrages. But, man ! remember that you can go alone. Throw away your crutches! Think and reason, and then speak out. Yes, speak boldly, too, if truth is on your side ; and it would not b« strange if you should find that instead of need ing crutches yourself, you should be able to lend wings to others. PROM THE SPIRIT OF THE TIMES. Duck Shooting in Gcoi^ia. Mr. Editor. —l must try to give you an account of some duck shooting which was done near Augusta, Ga., and which I think beats “Good Shoot ing ” of snipe, in your paper of the 6th ult. A friend of mine, of Augusta, who is a good fellow, a good shot, and a good story teller , (as the sequel will prove,) went out one afternoon shoot ing. He saw swimming on a pond, one hundred or two hundred yards from the road, a couple ot ducks ; he left his friend in charge of the buggy, and went after them. As he approach ed they rose, and he knocked one down with each barrel—a distance, his friend says, of eiglitv yards. On their return to the city, Tom (the shot,) be gan to tell what sport he had had, and what good shooting he had done, and referred particularly to the last shot he had made at the two ducks. The next day he was telling ot the ducks again, and had three of them swim ming on the pond. Knocked one down with one barrel, the other two flew off in opposite directions, and by some cause turned and flew towards each other, and, as they lapped, he pulled trigger and knocked both over. Some doubted the tale, and he appeal ed to his friend Col. S., who vouched for him, (as he afterwards said, be cause he did not want to make him out a liar for one duck). A few days after that, T. was telling again of the occurrence, and had four ducks.— Knocked two down with one barrel — the other two flew off in opposite di rections, turned and came together ; as they lapped, knocked them both over. He appealed again to Col. S., who en dorsed it, and all passed off well. Some time after that he was telling of it again, and had Jive ducks. Knocked over three with one barrel, and killed the other two, as before described. He again appealed to Col. S., who again endorsed him, but who said to him— “ Look here, Tom, if you add another duck, I’ll be d—d if you must not get anew witness ! ” Torn was a little put out, and wanted to quarrel, insist ing there were Jive. “ Yes Tom, I testified to five—we agree upon that; then way so vexed ? ” Yours truly, Forty-two Snipe. Alexandre Dumas. This celebrity is thus described by a correspondent of the New Orleans Picayune, writing from Paris, Februa ry Ist: “ I had not seen Dumas before for four years, and. I was surprised to ob serve the ravages time had made since then. Age begins to show itself, and he looks more mulatto-like than I ev er saw him. He is a tall man, being not less than six feet in height, rather disposed to be fat, especially about the face, whose hanging cheeks and double chin attest sound slumbers and good dinners. He is the very reverse of the picture of an intellectual man. It you were to see him in Camp on Ca nal street, yd i would set him down as a mulatto barber. His hair, now sprinkled here and there with gray, has that abundance, and length, and slightly wooly curl, so common among bright mulatto barbers. His forehead —oh, phrenologists I—is less high than your little finger is thick ; he may be said to have no forehead. His lips aie sensual, and now deep lines are plough ed on both sides of his nose. In the street he does not look so dark as he seems to be in the house, and his hat concealing the want of a forehead gives his face more mind than it ap pears to have when it is not so screen ed. He was dressed in pepper-and salt pantaloons and paletot; the paletot was trimmed with green silk, stitch ed 1” Mexican Boundary The initial point of the boundary lpie between the United States and Mexico, has been fixed by the coin mis ers at lattitude 37 deg. 47 min. north latitude. The event was appropriate ly orlob rated. ■ Rifle Shooting. Memrs Editor* :—in reading over your answers to correspondents in No. 25, present. Volume of vpur paper, I notice an answer to a Texas corrcspon denti in which you state that “theMinie bullet would be an advantage in the common rifle.” From tins statement I beg leave to differ; that is so iar as the common acceptation "ot the term “ad vantage” is concerned, when uspd in connection with rifle- shooting among us. The principal advantage which our rilie makers strive to obtain for the rifles of’ their respective manufac ture, is as to accuracy , and not so much as to distance. Now, it is a fact well known to rifle makers, but one which it is not always for their inter est to acknowledge, that a rifle which is loaded at the breech cannot be made to throw its balls with tha pre cision which is attained by the muzzle loading rifle, when constructed upon the right principle. The reason is this : it is impossible to get exactly the same explosive force at every charge, hence the bullets are “ slugged ” more at one time than another, and conse quently fall short of, or over-reach the mark. Again, the ball docs not always receive the force of the powder in an equal proportion on all sides, which causes it to be driven deeper into the groove of the rifle on one side than the other ; this of course would cause it to go Wide of the mark, The Mi nie bullet acts the same in principle as the common bullet, in a breech-load ing rifle the Minie rifle has no joint through which a part of the gas can es cape, as is the case with the breech loading rifle, hence its longer range. I venture the assertion that no rifle has ever been made that will shoot with such accuracy as the muzzle-loa ding rifle, especially when a patent muzzle is used. G. L. Bailey. Portland, Me., March 15, 1855. [The advantage of a Minie over a common bullet in a common rifle, is simply in rapid loading—not for accu racy, respecting which, we believe our correspondent is right. —Scientific American. Novel lucident in Church In one of the letters printed in the autobiography of the late Rev. \V. Jay, just published, he tells a story of a bull entering the church where the reverend gentleman was preaching: “ The congregation was large ; and just as I was concluding the sermon there was a general consternation and outcry. All was confusion, the peo ple treading on one another, «fce. It was rather dark and the pulpit can dles were only lighted. I saw some thing moving up the aisle towards the vestry. It was a bull, we presume driven in by pick-pockets, or persons who wished to disturb us. “We were talking upon the affairs of the nation, John Bull very sensibly came in. But imagine what followed:— the bull could not bo made to go backwards, nor could he be turned round ; five or six persons, therefore, held him by the horns ; while the clerk, as if bewitched, gave out in or der to appease the noise— “ Praise God, from whom all blessings flow, Praise him all creature* hero below," &e. 0, that the bull could have roared here in compliance with the exhortation ! I looked down from the pulpit, and seeing the gentlemen who held him singing with their faces lifted up, as if re turning thanks for this unexpected blessing I was obliged to put my hand before my face while I dismissed the congregation. Self-Loadiug Cart. The claim, on another page, of the pa tent for a self-loading cart, granted this week to Dr. Ze Butt, of Lincolnton, N. C., embraces some very peculiar features. The wheels are hung on short axles, the box has no head board, and the body of the cart is hung on a vi brating crank shaft turning in boxes in the frame, and is placed near the back of the frame, so as to allow of dump ing the load easily. It is by thus ar ranging the body of the cart that the adjustment of the front end, or the whole of the cart body can be effected, arid the load dumped backward, with dispatch and ease. A scraper is also secured to the front end of the bottom of the cart body, which scoops up loose soil, and deposits it in the cart box, as the cart is moving forward, thus rendering it a most excellent im provement for street wagons in grading, and also for grading railways. A New Acquisition—Russian America. A singular piece of diplomatic news appears in the London papers, receiv ed by the Pacific, under the head of telegraphic advice from Vienna, res pecting the Russian Possessions in North America. It is to this effect: Vienna, Saturday, 9, A M. —Accor- ding to the local papers, the Russian General Mansuroff, who has recently arrived at Brussels, is the bearer of the cession of the Russians Possessions in North America to the United States, for $30,000,000. A Correction. A Frenchman, we forget his name, said ‘Let me make the songs of a people; I care not who make their laws.”-iftc. It was not a Frenchman, but a wo wan who made that declaration, and that woman is an American poetess. Unfortunately, the first time the senti ment was printed, the compositor omitted the g in the word songs, and made the authoress write, to “make the sons of a people. ” She felt morti fied at the-authorship of the saw. A dandy lawyer remarked on one summer day, that the Weather was so extensively hot, that when he put his head into a basin it fairly boiled. “Then, sir,” replied a dirty looking Iloosier, “you have calf’s head soup at a very little expense.” FROM TflE ABBEVILLE (s. C.) BANKER. The Cblhoun Homestead. “The old homestead in wtiiefe Mr. Calhoun first saw the light, stands ou the eastern edge of the beautiful tract of country We have just described, and which is known as the Calhoun s ttle ment. The plantation passed a few years since from the hands of a young er member of the family (why was that?) to Mr. John White, ah intelli gent merchant of this village, and is now occupied by his overseer as a ne gro quarter. Other changes, too, and more impressive, have come over this venerable relic of the past. “The house, the object of interest for its antiquated architecture alone, was evidently once, for its day, an elegant mansion, built in the irregular, no style order of the age; having a spacious central hall, heated by one of those huge chimneys, now obsolete, whose ample firesides were symbolical of the patriarchal hospitality of the olden time. It is situated on the brow o! a hill, that declines gently to the eastern bank of a beautiful stream that still bears the family name; for like most of the residences of the pi oneers, the site was chosen more for its convenience to water than forany other advantage; and we are not sure that this utilitarian impulse has lessened se riously the intrinsic beauty of the sit uation. A winding creek, dashing with an audible murmur over its peb bled bed, and hills that stud its bank with sufficient boldness to relieve the monotony of a wide expanse of flat woods, stretching for miles away from the very verge of the western bank, more than compensate for the absence of qualities that a too fastidious taste have preferred. “To our eye, apart from all historic interest, there is a charm in the bold, rugged landscape, uncouth style, and moss grown timbers of these venerable homesteads of the pioneers. We love to muse in the humid shades of their monumental oaks, listening to the winds as they whistle through shatter ed gables strange requiems to the dead and departed customs of other days. The old Red House, however, on the border of the Flat Woods, is more indebted for the interest it exacts to its history, than its natural features. Ex cept a small grove of oaks, and decay ed Prides of China, immediately Around it, and which seem struggling to im part a scanty shade to the fading relics beneath them, the surrounding country is a continuous plantation, destitute of forests, and in many places the worse for having long since yielded to the cotton mills of Manchester and Low' 11 the best portion of its primitive fertil ity. There is nothing of the wild or sublime in scenery to be found here, that could have imparted, according to the poets, heroic grandeur to a lofty genius; nevertheless, in the silent dells of the meandering creek, and the rich j verdure of their evergreen foliage, con {ternplation found a genial retreat, and I doubtless there the inquisitive mind of the future statesman imbibed such of that deep, earnest thoughtfulness that characterized him through life. “Some hundred yards east of the house, in the open field, but nearly concealed by the spreading branches of a large cedar and tall shrubbery, is the old family cemetery. It contains but a single monument of any archi tectural interest, and that stands upon the graves of Mr. Calhoun’s father, mother, and sister Catharine, Mrs. Dr. Waddel. He had it carved in AVash ington, and placed in its present site a few years before his death. Each of its four sides has an inscription—they read as follows: “Patrick Calhoun, the father of John Caldwell Calhoun. Born in the coun ty of Donegal, Ireland, June 11,1727, and died Januarj-15, 1796, in his 69th year. “Martha Caldwell, the wife of Pa trick Calhoun, and mother of Catha rine, William, James, John Caldwell, and Patrick Calhoun. Born on Cub Creek, Charlotte county Virginia, 1750 —died May, 1802, aged 52 years. “Catharine, daughter of Patrick and Martha Calhoun, and the first wife of the Rev. Dr. Waddel, died in March, 1796, in the2lst year of her age, with out issue. “Erected by John C. Calhoun, the surviving member of the family. “The graves of William and James whose names were mentioned above, are also here with becoming memorials. The former was the father of the lion. Mrs. Arinisted Burt, and Mrs. Dr. De graffenreid, of Abbeville; the latter, of our energetic fellow-citizen, Mr. J. A. Caalhoun, and the Hon. James Calhoun, of Alabama.” Close Farming. “Talk about getting a good deal out of a little piece of land,” exclaimed Simpson—“why I bought an acre of old Mr. Ross, up at Goose Fair, planted one acre of it with potatoes and ’tother with corn.” “I thought you said you bought only one acre, Simpson!” remarked a lis tener, “how could you plant two ?” “Very easily, sir, I stood it up on the end and planted both sides of it.” “ Husband , what remarkable chil dren we have!” “Oh, yes, wife, it seems like a judg ment of Providence. They will run me all out in buying books, such is their appetite for learning.” “Yes, husband, and their appetite for pork is prodigious. Did you ever see Ephraim eat?” “No, but I’ve heard the junks of pork fall in his bread basket, when I nave been out in the field at work.” u How do you get on with your arith metic and catechism ?” asked a father of his little boy the other night. “ How far have you got ?” “I’ve ciphered through addition, subtraction, justification, adoption, arid sactifieation 1” answered the little fel low. It used to puzzle us a good deal, we remember, when a boy, tp “cipher out” the meaning of several of these last named suras. A Week Later from Europe. ARRIVAL op the steamship MS :■_, JK r- ;ar , The Czar’s Death Confirmei Alexander Ascended the Throne, & Cti Nkw-Youk, March 27. The Atlautic has arrived with one week’s l» ter intelligence; The cotton market opened active but closed dull with barley an eighth advance. The death of the Emperor Nicholas is confirm ed. The Grand Duke Alexander, the eldest son, I, M ascended the throne of Russia. He issued a pro damnation on the occasion, in which ho endorses and announces his adhesion to the policy of hi* father. SECOND DESPATCH. Ln erpool Cotton Market. —Sales of the week 87,000 bales, of which speculators took 17,000 and exporters 12,000. Milligan makes the follow ing quotations: Fair Orleans, 6 5-Bd. Middling do., - . . 5 l-Bd^ Fair Uplands, - - - 5 l-2ti', Middling do., 4 7-Bd. The market closed tamely, holders pressing sales- Brown <fc .Shipley say the market began active’ but fell off towards the end of the week, and closed tamely, with barely an advance of 1-8. Advices from Manchester are more favorable. Flour and corn had declined one shilling. Canaj Flour, 39; Ohio, 41; Corn 41 1-2 to 42. Consols 93. Money was easy, and stock market quiet and unchanged. GENERAL INTELLIGENCE. Alexander peaceably ascended the' Russian throne, and issued a manifesto, stating that he wilj adhere to the policy of his futher. ILs brother* and the officers of the Empire have taken the usual oath of allegiance. The new Czar has also con firmed his father’s instructions to Gortschakofi, in rellfcion to the four points. The diplomatists at Vienna had met in prelimin ary conference. j Nicholas, previous to his death, had recalled | Menscliikoff from the Crimea, and had appointed General Osten Saeken the chief of command; and General Luders to be second in rank. General Rudiger had been appointed Minister of War by Alexander. The Allies have ordered their Generals to press forward their operations. There has been more fighting in the Crier,*'a The French stormed a redoubt which had been skillfully erected by tho Russians during the night. Several hundred were killed. It is rumored tiiat tho Grand Duke Michael died at Sevastopol of wounds received during the siege. A large Russian force had threatened Balaklava. The blockade of the Danube has been raised. It is said that a disagreement had arisen between Napoleon and the English Government. He said the two armies should not act together, if Roebuck's committee of inquiry into the management of tha war proceeded. Lord Clarendon, however, went to Bologne and arranged the difficulty. The com mittee ol inquiry proceeds, but it was thought Par liament would be dissolved. A serious difficulty had occurred in tho Tyrol* Switzerland. The King of Denmark is sick. Brescia, a city of Austria, [ltaly ?J has been de stroyed by an earthquake, with most of its inbabi. tants. A Republic iu England. A Scotch journal, the John O'Groat Journal. has hold of a curious piece of Court gossip, which he says he has not received at second hand, but direct from the highest quarters. It is as follows : Her Majesty is much offended at the Tima. She has reason to believe its statements regarding her troops in the Crimea are exaggerated, aud. ev-n if not, the tone iu which tho discretion is given, par taking in about equal parts of Momus-like face tiousness and a ranting demagogueistn, is offensive to her. Au rente, Prince Albert silys that the whole newspaper press has forgotten its due bounds, and fallen into a licentiousness of discussion, of which disaster can be the only result. So convinc ed iu his Royal Highness of this, that he is repre sented to have said to some of those having the honor of his friendship, that he believes the Mon archy will come to an eud with tho reign of his wife. We are rapidly drifting, he thinks, to Re publicanism. To (he Girls. Mrs. Swisshglin says:—“Thesecret you dare not tell your mother is a dangerous secret, one that will be likely to bring you to sorrow. ” ' Martin Van Burcn Closeted With Louis Napoleon. A letter from Paris says: The arrival of Martin Van Burcn, eX-President of the United. States, has occasioned a fresh manifestation of the conciliatory policy towards which the Emperor of the French seems inclined in his relations with the Great Power of the West. On Sat urday, before the arrival of the ex- Presldent had become known at the American Legation, a missive was re*, eeived from the Tuilleries, inviting the successor of General Jackson to an, interview at 6 o’clock, on the follow ing morning. Messengers were at once dispatched to various hotels, and to the hotel of Mr. Mason, but only |ua accident at length revealed the where abouts of Mr. Van Burcn at 10o’clock on Sunday. Mr. Piatt having found him at the Hotel Wagram, hurried to, the Tuilleries to state the fact, and also that of the impossibility of dressing the ex-President up in Court costume at such short notice. “Let him come, if he wishes, in his traveling dress,” said the Emperor, who, as I have fre quently taken more pains than it is perhaps worth to mention, cures less for buttons and gold lace, where an American is concerned, than certain “sticklers for Court costume” imagine. The two ex-Presidents (is not Napo leon 111. also an ex-President of a re public ?) held a long interview \ but what they said about the Eastern ques tion, the rumored visit of an envoy of the Czar to Washington with an of fer for the cession of the Russian ter ritory in America to the United States, the return of Mr. Soule, the resigna tion of Mr. Mason, the simoon of Know-Nothingism, the revelations of Mr. Wykoif, and the American ball of 22d—it so be they talked of any or al! of these topics—your deponent, net knowing, can t say,"