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HOFFER, nkNTIST.---OFFICE, front Street 4th door 1./from Locust. over Saylor & McDonald'. Pot* store Columbia, Pa. mr• Eta rance, same a- Jolley , . Pao 'tograph Gallery. [August 21, 1E358. THOMAS WEEiHT ---- JUSTICE OF THE PEACE, Columbia, Pa, OFFICE, in Wliipper's New Building, below t r. 113 cies Hotel, Ftont intent. - F,ceitript attention given to all business entrusted tot 9 511(,c. Ovebei 20; 1847. H. N. NORTH, TTORNEY AND CO I JNFILLOR hT LAW Ll_ Columbia .Pa Collections ; promptly made i n Lanc , aste I and Von 4ountoes. Columbiana 4,1950 J. W. FISHER, Attorney and Counsellor at Law, cicauxicepod..c.., Colembm, September ii, Is.s6•it ilitee fiockius, D. D. S. ImicTibts die Okralive, Su rg ieal and Aleeltan ieul Departments of Dentistry; OFFICE LOCUnsi rcet, between he Franklin ilouse and Post Office, Columbia, Pa May 7, 1950. Harrison's Columbian Ink. arum!! is a superior article, permanent!). black, and not corroding the pen, can be had in an) eantity. at the Pnmily Medicine Store, and blacker yet is that English Boot Polish. Columbia, lime 9, 1.80 We Have Just Received R. CUTTER'S Improved Chest Expanding suPpeilder and Shoulder Brace , for Gentlemen, mid Patent Skirt Supporter and Brace for Ladles, -jnst the article that is scanted at this time. Come and see them at Family Medicine. Siam, Odd re:lows , [April 8, tas9 Prof. Gardner's Soap WE have the New England Sod:tide thole who did TV not obtain it from the Soap Man; it plea•nm to the skin. and will tuke grerwe •pore from %tr o pi ca pood.t, it ia therefore no humbug. for you get the worth of )our money nt the Funnily Medicate Store. 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Mays;6o COLD CREAI OF OLYCERINE.—For the cure and prevention Rs chapped hand•. &c. For sate Itt the GOLDEN MORTAR DRUG STORE, Dee. 3,1859. Front street. Columbia. Turkish Prunes! FOR a drat foto article. of Prunes yoo must co to d. EBERLLIN'S N0v.19, 1839. Orocafy 13tOfe, No 71 Locust it GOLD PENS, GOLD PENS. IGST reeeived a large and fine assortment of Cold IM Peas. of Newton smf Griswold's manufacture' ft Bd YLOR t NeDONALIPS Hook Store, Agrill4 Front street, above Lceu•t. FRESH GROCERIES. • W F. continuo to sell the best"Letre Syrup. White end Brown Sagars,good Coffees and choirs Tess, to be had in Cetantbla at the New Corner Store. op se Odd Fhtliones , Nan, and at the old stand adjoin s/he the Bank. " H. C. FONDERSISITS. intrij. Irene Anadyomene O'er far Pacific waves the wanderer holding Ilia steady course before the strong monsoon, Entranced behold , the coral isle unfolding Its ring of ems raid nitd ii± bright lagoon. Sl5O At fir.t their shadowy helms in the faint distance The ices-tope rear; then, at he nearer elides. The white surf gleams where the firm reef's resistance Meets and hurls back the fiercely charging tides. He see= outsprend the wide sea-beach, all spackling With coral mind and many-tinted -.he11., While high shove. in tropic ranknes. darkling, A cloud of verdure ever brooding dwells. With crowing wonder and delight the stranger. While his swift shallop nears the enchanted strand, Sees the white surf cleared with one 9.1511 of danger, And a broad pariah opening through the land. And deftly through the verdurous gatewny steering. The strong-armed onr'mcn urge their flying boat, Till now, the brood horizon disappearing - , On the still island•lake they pause and float. The gun honor: loud. %Vitt' wishful eye; rcectlini t Thee setutelt CrCm their 4witt hunt the Ice;eninc isle The yard; ace lupin red. Again the gam ship speeding sees the chafed waves beneath her counter file. Long mu•ing o'cr bk scientific page.. Tbe curi 111 voyager pursues the theme, And learns klinte'cr the geologic sages flare found or taticied,—iiiitlitig each his sciietne Tai. plenaetl him comb's red prism di Morning, When Nature'+ forces wrought With youthful Heat, A mighty continent oui.prend atloreing Our gimlet's face, where to the surge's beat: A land of wondrous gross tlis, of strange creation., Of ferns like oak.. of saurianti . ltuge and dire, Ofronr.lie. va.t. their drenry habitation., Of mountain laming with primeval lire. At length, by some supernal lint banished. The land •ank down in one great cathcly , m; The vale., the plains, the mountains ittowly vanished, Buried and quenched in the Wide sea's abysm. 'Twas then (so ran the scheme) on each lost crater the coral builders laid their marvelous pile; Iliillions 011 millions wrought, till ages late!' Saw reared to light and air the Circling isle. Thus SCICHCC dreams: but from the dream upfta•hes On his sail) thought the subtly shadowed truth, That all serenerjdps bloom on the ashes, The lava and spent crutets of lost youth. The heart. long worn by fierce volcanic surges, Feels it. old world slow sinking from the sight, Till o'er the wreck a home of peace emerges. Bright with unnumbt red shapes of new delight. [Atlantic Monthly g, ElErtinuo. From allotaFehold Wordp) , A London Night. =I A policeman keeping watch and ward at the wicket gives us admission, and IsT proceed down a long passage into an outer room where there is a barrack bedstead, on which we observed Police-constable Clark newly relieved, asleep, snoring portentously —a little exhausted, perhaps, by nine hours' constant walking on his beat. In the right hand corner of this room—which is a bare room like a guard-house without the drums and muskets—is a dock, or space railed off for prisoners; opposite, a window breast high, at which an inspector always presides day and night to hear charges. A small man, who gives his name, Mr. Spills (or fur whom that name will do in this place as well as another,) presents him self at the half open window to complain of a gentleman now present, who is stricken in years, bald, well-dressed, staid in coun tenance, respectable in appearance, and ex ceedingly drunk. Ile gazes at his accuser from behind the dock, with lack-lustre pen itence, as that gentleman elaborates his grievance to the patient inspector; who, out of a tangle of digressions and inuendoes, dashed with sparkling scraps of clubroom oratory, extracts—not without difficulty— the substance of the complaint, and reduces it to a charge of drunk and disorderly."— The culprit, it seems, not half an hour ago —purely by accident—found his way into Craven street, Strand. Though there are upwards of forty doors in Craven street, he would kick, and bump, and batter the com plainant's doors. No other door would do. The complainant don't know why; the de linquent don't know why. No entreaty, no expostulation, no threat, could induce him to transfer his favors to any other door in the neighborhood. Ire was a perfect stranger to Mr. Spills; yet, when Mr. Spills present ed himself at the gate of his castle in answer to the thundering summons, the prisoner insisting on finishing the evening at the do mestic supper-table of the Spills family.— Finally, the prisoner emphasized his claim on Mr. Spills' hospitality by striking Mr. Spills on the mouth. This led to Isis being immediately handed over to the custody of a P. C. The defendant answers the usual ques tions as to the name and condition, with a drowsy indifference peculiar to the muddle. But, when the Inspector asked his age, a faint ray of his spirit shines through him. What is that to the police? Ilavo they any thing to do with the census? They may lock him up, fine him, put him gaol, work him on the tread-mill, if they like. All this is in their power; he knows the law well enough, sir but they can't make him tell his age—and he won't—won't do it, sir!— At length, after having been mildly pressed, and cross-examined, and coaxed, be passes his fingers through the few grey hairs that fringe his bald bead, and suddenly roars:— "Well them—Five-and-twenty!" All the policemen laugh. The prisoner —bnt now triumphant in his retort--checks "NO ENTERTAINMENT IS SO CHEAP AS READING, NOR ANY PLEASURE SO LASTING." OOLUMBIA, PENNSYLVANIA, SATURDAY MORNING-, NOVEMBER 3, 1860. himself, endeavors to stand erect, and sur veys them with defiance. "Have you anythingabout you, you would like us to take care of ?" This is the usual apology for searching a drunken prisoner; searches cannot he enforced except in cases of felony. Before the prisoner can answer, one of the reserves eases him of his property. fled his adventures been produced in print, they could scarcely have been better described than by the following articles: a penknife, an empty sandwich-box, a bunch of keys, a birds-eye handkerchief, a sovereign, five pence in halfpence, a toothpick, and a pocket book. From His neck is drawn. a watch guard, cut through. No watch. When he is sober, he will be questioned as to has loss; a description of the watch, with its maker's name and number will be extri cated from him; this will be sent round to every station; and, by this time, to-morrow night, every pawnbroker in the Metropolis will be asked whether such a watch has been offered as a pledge? Most probably the watch' still be recovered and restored before ho has time to get tipsy again—and, ho will probably lose it again. "Who shall Ihave' to appear before the magistrate," asks the prosecutor. "At ten o'clock to-morrow morning,"— and so ends that case. There is no peace for the Inspector.— D'uring the twenty-four hours he is on duty, his window is constantly framing some new picture. For some minutes, a brown face with bright black eyes has been peering im patiently from under a quantity of tangled black hair and a straw hat, behind Mr. Spills. It now advances to the window. "Ilavo you got o'er a gipsy woman hero, sir?" "No gipsy woman to-night." As if one were always expected. "Thank'ee sir;" and the querist retires to repeat this now reading of "Shepherds, I have lost my lore," at ovary other station house, till hd gads her—and bails her. Most of the constableS who bare been re lieved from duty by the nine o'clock men have now dropped in, and aro detailing any thing worthy of a report to their respective sergeants. The sergeants enter these occur rences on a printed form. Only one is pre sented now:— "P. C. 07 reports that, at 5i P. sr., a boy, named Philip Isaac, was knocked down, in Bow street, by a horse belonging to Mr. Parks, a Newsvender. He was taken to Charing X Hospital, and sent home, slightly bruised." The inspector has not time to file this document before an earnest-looking man comes to the window. Something has hap pened which evidently causes him more pain than resentment. "I am afraid we have been robbed. My name is Parker, of the firm of Parker & Tide, Upholsterers. This afternoon at 3 o'clock, our clerk handed to a young man who is our collector (he is only nineteen,) about ninety-six pounds, to take to the bank. He ought to have been back in &bout fifteen minutes; but he hadn't come back at six o'clock. I went to the bank to see if the cash had been paid in, and it had not." "Be good enough to describe his person and dress, sir," says the Inspector, taking out a printed form called a "Route." These are minutely detailed and recorded. "Has ho any friends or relatives in London?" The applicant replies by describing the residence and condition of Op youth's father and uncle. The Inspector orders "Ninety two" (one of the Reserve) to go with the gentleman, "and see what he can make of it." The misguided delinquent's chance of escape will be lessened every minute. Not only will his usual haunts be visited in the course of the night by Ninety-two; but. his description will be known before morning by every police-officer on duty. This Route —which is now being copied by a Reserve into a book—will be passed on, presently, to the next station. There it will again be copied; passed on to the next; copied; for warded—and so on, until it shall have made the circuit of all the metropolitan stations. In the morning, that description will be read to the men going on duty. "Long neck, light hair, brown clothes, low-crowned hat," and so on. A member of the B division throws a paper on the window sill, touches his hat, exclaims, "Route, sir!" and departs. The Routes are coming in all night long. A lady has lost her purse in an omnibus.— llere is a description of the supposed thief —a woman who sat next to the 'lady—and hero are the dates and numbers of the bank notes, inscribed on the paper with exact ness. On the trick is an entry of the hour at which the paper was received at, and sent away from, every station to which it has yet been. A Remy° is called in to book the memorandum; and in a quarter of an hour ho is off with it to the next station on the Route. Not only aro these notes read to the men at each relief, but the most important of them are inserted in the Police Gazette, the especial literary organ of the Force, which is edited by one of its mem bers. _ A well dressed youth, about eighteen years of age, now leans over the window to bring himself as near to the Inspector as possible. He whispers in a broad Scotch accent:— "I am destitute. I came up from Scot land to find one Saundirs Itl'Alpine, and I can't find him, and I have spent all my money. I have not a farthing left. I want a night's lodging." "teserve!" The Inspector wastes no time in a case like this. "Sir." "Go over to the relieving officer and ask him to give this young man a night to the casual ward." The policeman and the half-shamed sup pliant go out together. "That is a genuine tale," remarks the Inspector. "Evidently a fortune-seeking young Scotchman," wo ventured to conjecture, "who has come to London upon too slight an invitation, and with too slender a purse. Ho has an honest face, and won't know want long. Ile may die Lord Mayor." The Inspector is not sanguino in such cases. "lie may," he says. There is a great commotion in the outer office. Looking through the window, we sco a stout bristling Woman who announces her self no complainant, three' femalo witnesses, and two policemen. This solemn procession moves towards the window; yet we look in vain for the prisoner. Tho prisoner is in truth invisible on the floor of the dock, so one of his guards is ordered to mount him on a bench. He is a handsome, dirty, curly headed boy about the age of seven, though he says he is nine. The prosecutrix makes her charge. "Last Sunday, sir, (if you please, sir, I keep a cigar and stationer's shop,) this here little erector breaks one of my windows, and the moment after I loses a box of paints—" "talue?'l ask's the Inspector already en tering the charge, nftcr 0138 sharp look nt the' child. "'Value, sir? well I'll say eightpenco.— Well, sir, to-night just before shutting up, I hears another pane go smash. I looks out and I sees this same little creature a run ning aways. I runs after him and hands him over to the police." The child does not exhibit the smallest sign of fear or sorrow. Ile does not even whimper. He tells name and address, when asked them, in a straight forward business like manner, as if he were quite used to the whole proceeding. He is looked up; and the prosecutrix is desired to appear before the Magistrate in the morning to substan tiate her charge. "A child so young, a professional thief!" "Ab! these are the most distressing cases we have to deal with. The number of chil dren brought here, either as prisoners or as having been lost, is from five to six thousand per . annum. Juvenile crime and its fore runner—the neglect of children by their pa rents--is still on tLa increase. That's the experincs of the whole Vorce." "If some place were provided nt which neglected children could be made to pass their time, instead of in the market and streets—say in industrial schools provided by the nation—juvenile delinquency would very much decrease—?" "I believe, sir, (and I speak the senti ments of many experinced officers in the Force,) that it would be much lessened, and that the expense of such establishments would be saved in a very short time out of the police and county rates. Let alone morality altogether." And the Inspector resumes his writing. For a little while we are left to think of the ticking of the clock. Our meditations are suddenly interrupted. "Ilere's a pretty business!" cries a pale man in a breathless hurry, at the window. "Somebody has been tampering with my door-lockl" "How do you mean, sir?" "Why, I live round the corner, and I had been to the play, and I left my door on the lock (it's a Chubb!) and I come back, and the lock won't act. It has been tampered with. There either are, or hare been, thieves in the place!" "Reserver "Sir?" "Take another man with you, and a couple of ladders, and see to this gentleman's house." A sallow anxious little man rushes in. "Ohl you haven't seen anything of such a thing as a black and tan spaniel, have you?" "Is it a spaniel dog we have got in the yard?" the Inspector inquires of the goaler. "No, sir, it's a brown tarrier." "0! It can't be my dog then. A brown tarricr? 0! Good night, gentlemen! Thank you!" "Good night, eir." The Reservejust now despatched with the other man and the two ladders, returns, gruff-voiced and a little disgusted. "Well? what's up round the corner?" "Nothing the matter with the lock, sir. I opened it with the key directly!" We fall into a doze before the fire. Only one little rattle of a pen is springing now, for the other Inspector has put on his great coat and gono out to make the round of hie beat and look after his men. We become aware in our sleep of a scuffling on the pavement outside. It approaches, and be comes noisy and hollow on the boarded floor within. We again repair to the window. A very ill-looking woman in the dock.— A. very stupid, little gentleman, very much overcome with liquor, and with his head ex tremely towzled,. endeavoring to make oat the meaning of two immovable Policemen, and indistinctly muttering a desire to know "war it's awr abow." "Well?" says tho Inspector possessed of the ease io a look. "I was on duty,sir, in Lincoln's Inn•6elde just now," says one of the Policemen, "when I see this gent—" Here, "this gent," with nn air of great dignity, again observes, "Mirror Insperrer, I reques her know war it's awr ABONC." "We'll bear you presently, sir. Go on!" —"when I see this gent, in conversation again the railings with this wenran. re quested him to move on, and observed his watch-guard hangingloose out of his pocket. 'You've lost your watch,' I said. Then I turned to her. 'And you've got it,' I said. 'I an't,' sho said. Then she said to him, 'You know you've been in company with many others to-night, flower-girls, and a lot more.' I shall take You, I said, 'any how.' Then I turned my lantern on her, and saw this silver watch, with the glass broke, tying behind her cn the stones. Then I took her into custody, and the other con stable brought the gent along." "Gaoler!" says the Inspector. "Sir!" "Keep your eye on her.j.Take care she don't make away with anything—and send for Mrs. Green.". The accused sits in a corner of the dock, quite composed, with hrr arms under her dirty shawl, and says nothing. The Inspec tor fulds a charge sheet, and dips his pen in the ink." "Now, sir, your name, if you please?" "Ba—a." "That can't be your name, sir. What nasoe does he say, Constable?" The second Constable "seriously inclines his ear;" the gent being a short man, and second oonstable a tall one. "fle says his name's Bat, sir." (Getting at it after a good deal of trouble.) "Where do you live, Mr. Bat?" "Lambor." "And what arc you?—what business are you, Mr. Bat?" "lecher," says Mr. Bat, again collecting dignity. "Profession, is it? Very good, sir.— What's your profession?" "Solirrer," returns Mr. Bat. "Solicitor, of Lambeth. Hare you lost anything besides your watch, sir?" "I am not aware•—lost—any—arrickle— prorrory," says Mr. Bat. Tho Inspector has been looking at the watch. "What do you value this watch at, sir?" "Ten pound," says Mr. Bat, with unex pected promptitude. "Hardly worth so much ns that, I should think?" "Fire pound five," says Mr. Bat. "I doro how much. I'm not par-rtcK•ler," (this word costs Mr. Bat a tremendous ef fort) "about the war. It's not my war.— It's a free of my." "If it belongs to a friend of yours, you would'nt liko to lose it, I suppose?" "I doro," says Mr. Bat; "I'm nor any ways par-Tzca-ler show tho war. It's a free of my;" which ho afterwards repeats at intervals scores of times. Always as an entirely novel idea. Inspector writes. Brings charge-sheet to window. Reads same to Mr. Bat. "You charge this woman, sir"—her name, age, and address having been previously ta ken—"with robbing you of your watch.— I won't trouble you to sign the sheet, as you arc not in good writing order. You'll have to be here this morning—it's near two —at a quarter before ten. "Neer get up till liar par," says Mr. Bat, with decision. "You'll have to ho hero this morning," repeats. the Inspector, placidly, "at a par ter before ten. If yon don't come, we shall have to send for you, and that might be un pleasant. Stay a bit. Now, look here, I have written it down. 'Mr. Bat to bo in Bow street, quarter before ten.' Or I'll oven say, to make it etsior to you, a quar ter past. There! 'Quarter past ten.' Now let me fold this upend put it in your pocket; and when your landlady, or whoever it is at home, finds it there she'll take care to call you. All of which is elaborately done for Mr. Bat. A Constable who has skilfully taken a writ out of the unconscious Mr. Bat's pocket in the meantime, and has discovered from the endorsement that he has given his name and address correctly, receives instruc• !ions to put Mr. Bat in a cab and send him home. "And, Constable," says the Inspector to the first man, musing over the watch as he speaks, "Do you go back to Lincoln's Inn fields, and look about, and you'll find, some where, the little silver pin belonging to the the handle. She has done it in the usual way, and twisted the pin right out." "What mawrer is it?" says Mr. Bat, staggering back again, "T'morrow maw rer?" "Not to-morrow morning. This morn- ON "This mawrer?" says Mr. Bat. "How can it be this rnawrer? War is this our abow?" As there is no present probability of his discovering "what is it all about," ho is conveyed to his cab; and a very indignant matron with a very livid face, a trembling lip, and a violently heaving breast, presents herself. "Which I wishes to complain immediate of Pleesemen forty-two and fifty three and insists on the charge being took; and that 1 will .substantiate before the magistrate to-morrow morning, and what is more will prove. and which is saying a great deal, sirl" "You needn't be in a passion, you know, $1,50 PER YEAR IN ADVANCE; $2,00 IF NOT IN ADVANCE here ma'am. Everything will be done correct." "Which I am not in a passion, sir, and cverythink shall be done correct, if you please!" drawing herself up with a look designed to freeze the whole division. "I make a charge immediate," very rapidly, "against Pleesemen forty-two and fifty three, and insists on the charge being took." ••I can't take it till I know what it is," returns the patient Inspector, leaning on the window-sill., and araking . no hopelesr, effort, as yet, to write it down. How was it, ma'am?" "This is how it were, sir. I were stand ing at the door or my own 'mac " "Where is your house, ma'am?" "Where is my house, sir?" with the freezing look. "Yes, ma'am. Is it in the Strand, for instance?" "No, sir," with indignant triumph. "It is not in the Strand:" "Whore then, ma'am?" "Where then, sir?" with severe sarcasm. "I ope it is in Deory-lane." "In Drury-lane. And what is your name, ma'am?" "..Ify name, sir?" with inconceivable scorn "My name is Megby." "Mrs. Megby?" "Sir, I ope so!" with the previous sar casm. Then, very rapidly, "I keep a coffee house, as I will substantiate tomorrow morning, and what is more will prove and that is saying a great deal." Then, still more rapidly, "I wish to make a charge im mediate against Pleeseman fortytwo and fifty-three!" "Well, ma'am, ho so good as to make it." '-I were standing at my door," falling of a sudden into a wonted and impressive slow ness, "in conversation with a friend, a gen lemma from the country, which his name is Henery Lupvitch, Es-quire-----" '•ls he here, ma'am?" "No, sir," with surpassing scorn. "lle is not here!" "Well, ma'am?" "With llenery Lupvitch, Es quire, and which I had just been hissuing directions to two of my servants, when here come between us a couple of female persons which I know to be the commonest dirt, and pushed against me." "Both of them pushed against you?" "No, sir," with scorn and triumph, "they did no!! One of 'em pushed against me." A dead stoppage, expressive of implacable gentility. "Well, ma'am—did you say anything then?" "I ask your yarding. Did I which, sir?" As compelling herself to fortitude under great provocation. "Did you say anything?" "I ore I did. I says, how dare you do that, ma'am?" Stoppage again. Expressive of n. severe desire that those words be instantly taken down. "You said how dare you do that?" "'Nobody,' continuing to quote with a lofty and abstracted effort of memory, 'never interfered with you.' She replies 'That's notbink to you, ma'am. Never you mind.' " Another pause, expressive of the same desire as bciore. Much incensed nt noth ing resulting. "She then turns back between me and Henery Lupritch, Es-quire, and commits an assault upon me, which I am not n ac quisition and will not enduor, or what is more submit to." What Mrs.leshy means by the particu lar expression that she is not on acquisition, does not appear; but she turns more livid, and not only her lip, but her whole body trembles as she solemnly repeats, "I am not an acquisition." "Well, ma'am. Then forty-two and flfty three came up—" "N, they did not, sir; nothink of the sort! I called them up." "And you said?" "Sir?" with tremendous calmness. "You said—?" "I made the obscrwation," with strong em• phasis and exactness, "I give this person in charge fur assualting of me. Forty-two says, '0 you're not hurt. Don't make a disturbance here' Fifty-three likewise declines to take the charge. Which," with greater rapidity than over, "is the two pleesemen I am here to appear against; and will be here at nine to•morrow morn ing, or at height if needful, or at sivin— bany hour—and as a ouseholder demand ing the present charge to be regularly !wa tered against pleesemen respectfully num bered forty-two end fifty-three, which shall he substantiated by day or night, or morn ing—which is more—for I am not a acqui sition, and what those pleesemen done, sir, they shall answer!" • The Inspector—whose patience is not in the least affected—being now possessed of the charge, reduces it to a formal accusa tion against two P. C.s for neglect of duty, and gravely records it in Mrs. Megby's own words—with such fidelity that, at the end of every sentence when it is rend over, Mrs. Megby, comparatively softened, repents, "Yes, air, which it is correct!" and after wards sighs, as if her name were not half long enough for her great revenge. On the removal of Mrs. Megby's person, Mr. Bat, to our groat amazement, is reveal ed behind her. "I .sayl la it t'morrow imawritrf" sake Mr. Bat, in codfidonco. "Ifs has got out of tho cab," says the [WHOLE NTD18E111,576. Inspector, whom nothing surprises, and will bo brought in, in custody, presently! No. This morning! Why don't you g. home?" "This mawrer!" sari Mr. Bat, profound ly reflecting. "How car it be this mawrer? It must be yesterday nmwrer." "You had better make the host of your way home, sir," says the Inspector. "No offence is interior," says Mr. Bat.— I happened to bo pissing this dirrertion— when—saw door open—kaymin. It's a frez of my—l am nor—" ho is quite un equal to the word particular now, so be con cludes with "you no war I met—l .am aw ri! I shall he here in the mawrer!" and stumbles out again. The watch s'celcr, who has been removed. is now brought back. Mrs. Green (the search er) reports to have found on her halfpence, two pawnbroker's duplicates and a comb.— All produced. "Very good. You can lock her up now, gaoler. What does she say?" "She says, can she have her comb sir?" "Oh yes. She can MAO her comb.— Take it!" And away she goes to the cell., a dirty unwholesome object, designing, no doubt, to comb herself out for the magic tonal presence in the morning. "0! Please, sir, You have got two French ladies here, in brown shot silk ?" says a .woman with a basket. (We have changed the scene to the Vine street sta tion-houso, but its general arrangement is just the same.) "Yes." "Will you send 'cm in this fowl and bread for supper, please?" "They shall have it. Hand it in." "Thank'ee, sir. Good night, sir." The Inspector has eyed the woman, and now eyes tho fowl. He turns it up, opens it neatly with his knife, takes out a little bottle of brandy artfully concealed within it, puts the brandy on a shelf as confisca ted, and sends in the rest of the supper. What is this very neat now trunk in a corner, carefully corded? It is bore on a charge of "drunk and in capable." It was found in Piccadilly to night (with a young woman sitting on it,) and is full of good clothes, evidently belong ing to a domestic servant. Those clothes will be rags soon, and the drunken woman will ale of gin, or be drowned in the river. Wo aro dozing by the fire again, and it is past three o'clock, when the stillness (only invaded at intervals by the head voices of the two French ladies talking in their cell—no other prisoners seem to be awake, is broken by the complaints ofa wo man and the cries of a child. The outer door open noisily, and the complaints and the cries come nearer, and comp into the dock. "What's this?" says the Inspector, put ting up ,the window. "Don't cry there, don't cry!" "A rough-headed miserable little boy of four or five years old stops in his crying and looks frightened. "This woman," says a wet constable, glistening in the gas-light, "has been making a disturbance in the street for hours, on and off. She says she wants relief. I have warned her off my boat over nod over again, sir; but it's of no use. She took at last to rousinz the whole neighborhood." "You hear what the constable says.— What did you do that for?" "Because I want relief, sir." "If you want relief, why don't you go to the relieving-officer?" "I've Leen, sir, God knows; but I couldn't get any. I haven't been under a blessed roof fur three nights; but have been prowl ing the streets the whole right long, sir.— And I can't do it any more, sir. And key husband has been dead these eight months, sir. And I've nobody to help tne to a shel ter or a bit of bread, God knows!" "You haven't been drinking. hare you?" "Drinking, sir? Me. sir?" "I run afraid you have. Is that your own chi/a?" "0 yes, sir, he's my child." "lie hasn't been with you in the streets three nights, has he?" "No, air. A friend took him in for me, sir; but couldn't afford to keep him any longer, sir, and turned him on my hands this afternoon, sir." "You didn't fetch him away yourself, to have him to beg with, 1 suppose." 0 no, sir! Heaven knows I didn't, sir." "Weill" writing on a slip of paper, "I shall send the child to the workhouse until the morning, and keep you here. And then, if your story is true, you can tell itto the magistrate, and it will *be inquired into." "Very well, sir. And God knows I'll be thankful to have it inquired intor "Reserve!" "Sir!" "Take this child to the workhouse:— Here's the order. roe go along with this man, my little fellow, and they'll put you in a nice warm bed, and give you two* breakfast in the morning. There's a good boy!" The wretched urchin parts from hie mo ther without a look, aid trots contentedly away with the constable. There wontd be no very strong ties to break here - IP the constable were taking him to an indoitrial school. Towards See o'clock the ntnaber , of cases falls off, and the business of ~tile - station dwindles down to chs . rges egainst, drunken women. Wo have seen _enough, and we retire.
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