BY DAVID OVER. BEL E0 T POE TR Y . | For 'the Inquirer. ACROSTIC. Alas! I cannot wake the muse. Nor ought I tiins thy name abuse— Name ever dear t< rue. E.—on tly brow I Cain would bind, Love's fairest gems, pure and refined; Make frag nut flowers, of sweet perfume, In verdure round thy life's way bloom; Rich blessings may st thou have in store. An i thy life's eup with j >y run o'er. Bet there's a world more bright and fair, Above the earth, and may'at thou there Rich treasures too possess; Now, may the Fount of Life and Truth, Direct the footsteps of thy youth, Obey, mid God will bless; Let not earth's vain and glittering toys. Lure thee from pure, celestial joys, And may'rt thou, in thy youthful blood. Remember thy Creator, GOD. J. B W. T"i R>AR G ROVE, Ky., Oct. 28, 1858. From the Poemiof fleet he, in Blackwood. THE TRKISI K SEEKER Every tun is, more or less, a treasure seek er—a hater of labor until ho has received the important truth, that labor alone can bring content and happiness. There is an affiuity, strange as it may appear, between those whose lot in life is the most exalted aud the haggard, hollew-eyod wretch who prowls, incessantly, iround the crumbling ruins of the past, iu the oelief that there is in their foundations a mighty treasure, over which some jealous de moo keeps watch forever. .Matty weary days I sufl'er'd, Sick of heart and poor of purse; Riches are the greatest blessings— Poverty the deepest curse ! Till at last, to dig a treasure, Forth 1 went into the wood— "Friend ! my soul is thine forever !*' And I signed the scroll with blood, Then I drew the magic circle, Kindled the mysterious tiro, PliC.d the herbs and bones is order, Spoke the incantation dire ; And I sougiittbe buried metal With the spell o( micklc might- Sought it as ruy master taught me ! Black and stormy was the night. And I saw a light appearing Ir. the distance, like a star; When the midnight hour was tolling, Came it waxing from afar ; Came it flashing swift and sudden, As if fiery wine it were, Flowing from an open chailice, Which a beauteous boy did bear. As he wore a lustrous chaplet, And his eyes were full of thought, As he stepped into the circle With the radiance that he brought, And he bade me taste the goblet; Ancl thought!—"lt cannot he, That this boy should be the bearer Of a demon's gift's to me !" "Taste the draught of pure existence, As it sparkles in the golden urn, Aud no more with hainful magic Shalt thou hitherward return. Do not dig for treasure longer: Let thy future spellword be Days of labor, nights of resting; So shall peace return to thee!" For the Inquirer. PLEA3ANTVILLE CELEBRATION. Mr. OVER: —I wish a small space in your excellent columns, to give a short account of the celebration of the people's Party at Pleas antville, on the 30th ult., of the glorious re sult of the election on tho 12th of October— the victory in the State, and the Congressional aud Legislative Districts. The number of people there was beyond all expectation; they rolled in from the hills and the vallies, till our little village was crowded. About GJ o'clock tha celebration commenc ed. The evening being dark, it was thought test to have a little light on the occasion. A tar barrel was foruisbed by G. D. Trout, Esq., which was hoisted about ten feet in the air, and was carried af9bnd the town, making a very brilliant large banners followed next, then the fifes and drum, amidst firing of guus, and shouts of "victory ! victory 1" whilst fire-balls flew in every direction. After this performance, the crowd repaired to the Pleas untvill# Inn, where Win. Kirk, Esq., was cal led upon for a speech, and responded in a neat and pertinent address, congratulating the peo ple ou the memorable and signal victory achieved on the second Tuesday of October, over the plundering hordes of Locofoeoism, and the corropt national administration which attempted to crush the liberties of a free peo ple. He urged the |*ople to persevere in the good work so well begun. Ho was frequently cheered throughout his address, after which the meeting adjournea with loud cheers for the good oause. Everything passed off pleasautly, and all were well pleased. \V. A Weekly Paper, Devoted to Literature, Politics, the Arts, Sciences, Agriculture, &c., &c—Terms: One Dollar and Fifty Cents in Advance. THE MANIAC. BT EDA MAYVTLLE. "Then you are really in earnest, Mart ?" said Philip Emmons, as the two sat in the qui et little parlor of the village inn. "Never was more so in my life," answered Martin, raising a glass of Ohauipaigoe to his lips and then setting back lazily upon the sofa. "1 never had the most distant idea of marry ing Gonna Ilowe, and if she has flittered her self into any suoh belief it's no fault of mine. I've no particular objection to the girl, she is well enough for aught I know, but the fact of the matter is, lam too confoundedly incon stant to ever marry anybody. It's a kind of constitutional weakness, and 1 don't Know as I regret it. Nothing like variety, you kuow." "But Mart, do you have no misgivings? — Supposing some pretty girl, little blue-eyed Lucy there, whom you used to take to all the balls and sleightag par'ies to be heard of — supposing fur instance she had become so much attached as to break her little loving heart when aware of your desertion, wouldn't that spark of celestial fire kuowu as conscience trouble you some ?" "You are making out a serious case, Phil. I should, I confess, be sorry to plead gayety to so grave a charge as sending a young innoeeut girl like my half-forgotten pet Lucy sorrowing to the tomb, but as regards Geuna Howe, I never—well, yes, I believe I have, too, given the girl some reason to think 1 loved her, but she ought to be o better judge of character than to suppose I would keep ail my promises or that I was sincere when 1 said ''l coulJ nev er love another," "Well," said Phi!, "as f.ir little Lucy, 1 think she is a girl of too souud judgment to mourn loug for a fellow of your stamp, in case she ever eared for you. But Genna, poor child, i pity her from my very heart; I do, in deed. Why, Martin, if there is any such thing upon earth as pure, un-selfish unadulterated love, Genoa Howe feels it for you. I verily believe she would sacrifice her life if she thought by so doing she could add one drop to your eup of happiness." "Oh. be doue with your sweet cider non sense," exclaimed Martin, laughing; "it don't take with mo; it goes down very well with airy brained simpletons. But, Phil, seriously, 1 have no faith in these heart-broken girls. Justj let some handsome, dashiug young blade, with j foreign airs and a pocket full of cash, come J around and begin to assume the 'devoted,' I j guess the smashed-np concerns they call hearts would menys depart with the light feet of early youth, how deailv is purchased the happiness of lov ing too fondly ! About tbiee weeks after Martin Aubrie had expressod his intentions so decidedly to his friend, Genna Howe was quietly seated in her little dressing room, busily engaged iu arrang ing a vase of delicate wax flowers. Very beautiful was Genua as she sat there in her morning robe of snowy muslin, her sun ny curls shading her fair, childlike face, and her long dark lashes drooping over lior bright azure eyes. lovely was Genna as she sat ' thus, fondly thinking of the absent loved one, i and weaviug bright fairy visions of the future. J Soon her meditations were unceremoniously in- ; terrupted by her friend and confidante, Bessie , Emmons. "Good morning, Geuna," sho exclaimed, ! casting herself with the air of one perfectly at home into a comfortable lounging chair. "Hid you know Martin Aubrie has gone to Eu- j rope 1" "No," replied Genna, surprised. "1 think i you must be wrongly informed; ho certainly would never have goue without my knowledge j —and this is the first 1 have heard of it." j "But, Genna, 1 am not mistaken," persisted j Bessie; "be has been gone a week, and he told brother Philip that he should not return for ! two years." "Gone! gone,and not one parting word.— Ob, Bessie, this is too cruel; it cannot be," j aDd buryiDg her face in her hands, Genna ro utained some moments in deep thought. "1 would not care, GeuDa," said Bessie, soothingly. "Brother Phil says ho is a worth less scamp —and you can't think how unfeel ingly he talked about you; satd be did not love j you, and laughed at the idea of making you his bride. Don't, Genna, look BEDFORD. PA., FRIDAY. NOVEMBER 12, 18-58. so; ho is not worlh grieving about. I would not care, I am sure I would not." "You have never loved, Bessie," said Genna, in a hollow voice, gazing vacantly arouud, ber face colorless as marble. "Did he say he did not love me, dear Martin ?—no,Bessie —no. — It was in the little arbor we were, when he clasped mv hand and pressed it to his lips, and then he told me "What was it, Bessie?'said the poor girl, pressing ber hand against her burning brow.— My head aches so hard. I cannot remember. You know, Bessie? 1 told you all about it— what did be tell me ? That I was a star; yes, a bright beautiful star that shown but for him, and that 1 would be the light of his life. Yes, Bessie, did he not say so ? How foolish, how unkind of me to doubt him. •'No, no, Bessie, lie loves me still ; he can never forget his own Genua. Do you not think he will come to-night? he loves me so. How dark it is here, Bessie, I caunot see you I" and with a deep groan the wretched girl sank insensible upon the floor. Half frantic with terror at the effect of her thoughtless words, Bessie sprang to the bell and rang it violently, then kueeliug beside the pale, immovable form of Genua, she besought her iu piteous tones to speak, if hut one little word. But Genua remained as she had fallen, coid and rigid, her eyes fixed, and every fea ture wearing the impress of deu'h. The family and physicians were soon present, but all their efforts to rouse her fiom the deathlike stupor into which she had fallen, were unsuccess ful. Sadly Bessie lingered at her bedside, vain'y regretting the careless man net in which she had spoken, little tbiuking how deep and last ing was the love ti.at found a home in the heart ot her youug friend. Six days passed, and no change. The morn ing of the seventh dawned; pile and sorrowful, Bessie loaned over the low ;ouch where rested (he lovely form of Geuua. There she lay shrouded iu her white robes, pale and beauti ful; but as Bessie gazed,she fancied she detect ed a slight change. With fear and tromhling she placed her hand upon her heart; there was a gentle throbbing, scarce perceptible. K rn estly did Bessie watch; soon a litile glow, like the first faint flush of morning, tinged her pal lid countenance, aud her lips moved audibly— "Martin." Bessie caught tbo sound. Slowly and languidly, Genoa moved ber ayes, and gazed wonderfully upon the many faces that were by this time beolover her. "Who told tne Martin bad gone ? who said he did not love me l " she asked iu weak, trem ulous tones. "Martin wiilcorne soon," said Bessie, gent ly. ••Lie still, now; yon have been ill, dar ling, but you are better now, and uiust be very quiet." "Yes. did Martin say I was ill ? No, no, he said he loved u>e! be is whispering to uie now ! he says I ain the sweet spirit of all his waking dreams," and dosing her eyes she sauk into a peaceful slumber. ****** We will drop the curtaiu over the days and weeks that elapsed ore Gcuna regained strength sufficient to enable her to arise from that bed of sufferiug. We will not attempt to portray the heart-rending agony of her loving parents and friends, when it was discovered that she, the young, the beautiful, who but a little time ago gladdened every heart with her playful mirth aud winning smiles, was now a hopeless maniac, the victim of tuau's inconstancy. Five years with their burden of joys and sor rows, smiles and tears, sped swiftly by. Martin Aubrie, young, baudsome, and gay as over, sits in bis quiet breakfast parlor; unou bis shoulder leans a dark-eyed, beautiful wo man, his wife. Two sweet playful children complete the picture. "Well, good morning, wife, I'm off to the counting-house, now," said Martin, rising; and kissing his hand to his lovely nabes. bo passed out of the room, while his wife, placing a box of toys upon the carpet, retired to her chamber; but a few moments elapsed ere she again enter ed the parlor. O, God! what a sight met her eyes! There lay her beauteous babes, with a fearful gash across their fair white throats, from which poured forth the crimson tide in frightful streams. Over them stood Genna, the perpetrator of this fiendish deed, robed in white flowing gar ments, her arms and neck bare, her face pale, and her eyes gleaming with the wild light of insanity. Brandishing her knife, she said, in a deep, piercing tone: "1 swore I would kill them; I saw Martin carry them in his arms; I saw him press his lips to their little baby faces; 1 know he loves thetu, but he told me onoe that he loved me, and I believed him, and now people point me out, and call me mad ! No, no, lam not mad." Then turning, she fled from the apart ment, leaving Mrs. Aubrie transfixed with grief and amazement. As soon as the horrible affair was noised abroad, a search was instituted for the murder ess, but Genua had mysteriously disappeared. No one had seen her —no ono could gain any tidings of her. One morniug, three months after the unholy sacrifice of his little ones, Martin Aubrie again entered his counting room. He was very pale, and a shade of deep melancholy rested upon his handsome countenance. He had scarcely reached his desk ere he felt a light hand laid upou his arm, and, turning, his eyes met those of her he had so deeply wronged—pale and wildly beautiful she stood before him. "Martin Aubrie," said she, iu a deep hurried whisper, that thrilled his very soul, "we meet at lastand drawing from her bosom a knife still stained with the blood of his innocent children, before any ono could be aware of her intentions, she plunged it deep into his heart. Years have panted. Genna Howe, the beautiful maniac, is no more. She sleeps in her narrow homo, while over her the cypress and the willow wave their mournful boughs. She sleeps at last, and who shall gay that he, the gay deceiver, 'he destroy er of her young life's happiness—merited not his dark, sad fate ? ROYAL POLITENESS. A Scotch newspaper, which evidently is de ficient in the feeling commonly kuown as loy alty among the English, profanely has a cut at "ller most Gracious Majesty," Queen Victo ria. It appears that, accompanied by her hus band and some of her children, Victoria lately visited the town of Leeds, on the way to Scot land, with the expressed purpose of opening a magnificent Town Hall, which the Leeds peo ple have lately built. The Glasgow Examiner saysr * "Among the curiosities of royal life it may be worth while to state that, though the mayor of Leeds gave up his mansion to the Queen, and spent .£IO,OOO in entertaining her, his la dy was not allowed to dine with iter, or even see her. The mayor himself had beet; com manded to dine with the Queen, but the lady was not admitted in her own house to sit at her own table." It this be a true bill, and it is precisely what we know to have occurred repeatedly, at other places visited by the Queen, it is a fine specimen of cool impertinence. The mayor. Mr. Fiitrbairn, received the honor of Kuight bood, uftd is now called "Sir Peter," but this is a scajßly equivalent for the compliment he be pai*Hr .Majesty, at a vast expense. Ano ther ndptpaper states that Lady Fair bairn had receivef a hraceiet from the Queen, (after the publication of the above announcement) but docs not add that, with true wominiy spirit, she hadfrefused to accept a present from aiady, however exalted in rank, who would not sit down to table with ber, would not even see her. This extlusiveness would be very amusing if it were not very impertinent sometimes. What a pity it is that the exigencies of State etiquel te should compel Queeu Victoria—really a very good-natured little womau—to do unkind aud unmannerly things. One would have thought, in the instance ot one of her own sex, the wife of her generous and devoted host, sbo would have wcHfiJ AifTerenfly.— Press. ELECTION SCENES IN NORTH CAROLINA.— A correspondent of the Pendelton Messenger, reporting a trip through Spartenburg to North Carolina, gives some illustrations of "election • lines," which may be interesting and sueges tiv : "Arrived at the election ground, there was a sight worth seeing. Apple brandy ruled.— There were about as many women as men on the ground. This is a peculiar feature in North Carolina gatherings—the women nearly all attend, and it results beneficially sometimes. 1 once saw a fellow get into a fight at one of those elections, while his wife was along with him. The front yard of the doggery had been gravelled with very coarse gravel. Our hero pulled off his shirt and pitched in, but was soon made to bite the—gravel. Hero No. 2 jumped on him, but was no sooner on than off, for our first named heroes wife gathered a boop pole and such a lamming as hero No. 2 got it has uot been my fortune to see sioce. All hands stood off aud saw it well doDe. Ilern No. 1 was a sight. Imagine a man's back full of coarse gravel—gouged in through the skin. "Iu approaching the election ground, young tneu and women could be seen sitting ou logs in the woods, eating ginger cakes and drinking cider and brandy. Heap of land to the acre there. One fellow jumped out of a shanty there where they kept their apple brandy, and swore that he could whip the man that had anything against hiui. Everybody seemed too drunk to take much uotice of him. Two fel lows got to scuffling on a large scaffold, and down it came, causing a general row. Some were knocked down by the falliug of the scaf fold, and supposing somebody had knocked them down, pitched in promiscuously. I thought it was time for a peaceable tuan to leave, so 1 took the road." A FOREST IN A LAKE. —A correspondent of the New Orleans Delta, writiug from Virginia, speaks of the Great Salt Pond, near White Sulpher Springs, as follows . ltderivfcs its name from the fact some years ago tho inhabitants used to place salt in the valley where the poud now exists, to attract deer and cattle. There was a spring which roso in this valley, and after flowing a short distance above ground, descended iu mother earth. To this spring the animals came to drink ; from the trampling, or somo other eauso, its passage into the earth was closed. The valley by degrees tilled with water, which be | iug unable to escape on account of the nioun j tains, submerged tho forest. It now covers a space from 300 to 400 yards across, and reaches a depth of 80 to 90 feet. The water is so clear that you ean see the submerged forest. It presents a most singular appearance. Upou looking down, on a still day, you might imagine jou saw a city of dead giants before you, so fantastic are the 9hapes assumed by the trees. Q3P"The following marraige is annouueed in the papers: "Thomas Butler Chinn, Esq., of the Close, Litchfield, to Eliza Tippett, daugh ter of tho late Secretary of the Navy." A wag who is always on the alert, wrote the fol lowing couplet upon this union : "Although the suu is sultry yet, The cold will soon set in; And Thomas does quite right to get A Tippet for his Chin." DEATH OF FOUR OKNTENNARIAN CLERGY MEN.—Six months ago a statement went the rounds of the press that four graduates of Dartmouth collodge—all of them clergyman— still survived, the aggregate of whose ages amounted to more than four hundred years.— Hardly had the facl became kuowu than death commenced its work. One of the number, Rev. Mr. Parsons, of New Jersey, was called away at the age of 99 ; Rev. Labiu Ains worth, for three quarters of a century minister Jeffrey, (N. H.) died about ibe same time having mote than completed his century ; Rev. Zachariah Green, of Hempstead, (L. I.) followed in his 99th year, aud now we have to chronicle the decease of the last and oldest of the four, Rev. Johu Sawyer, of Bangor, (Me.) who died on the 14th ult., aged 103 years and five days. Almost to the close of his life Mr Sawyer re tained bis vigor in a surprising decree, and bad preached occasionally during the spring and summer. In early life he served in the Revo lutionary artny, and was wounded in one of the battles in which he took a part. Rev. Daniel Waldo, recently Chaplin of tie National House of Representatives, is, if wo mistake not, the oldest clergyman in the country engaged in the active duties of bia profession. His ago is about ninety-four years. WOMEN NATURAL ORATORS.— This passage occurs in a work recently published abroad on the "Art of Public Speaking —"Women naturally speak better than men. They ex press themselves more easily, more vividly, with more arch simplicity, because they feel more rapidly, more arch simplicity, because they feel more rapidly, more delicately. Heuce the loquacity with which they are roproaehed, and which is an effect of their coustitutiou and reuiperamout. Ilence there are so many wo men who write in an admirable and remarkable manner, although they have studied neither rhetorie nor logic, and oven without knowing grammar or orthography. They write as they speak ; they speak pretty much as the birds sing, and their language has the same charm. Add the sweetness of their organ, the flexibility of their voice, and the variety of their intonations, according to the feeliug which animates them, the nobility of their physiogno my, which greatly increases the effect of words, the picturesqaeness of their gestures, and in short the gracefulness of their whole exterior ; thus, although uot destined for orators by their sex or social posion, they have all the power of j the orator, and al! his success ia their spere, J and in the circle of tber activity; for none better know how to touch, persuade, and in ilueiice, which, I tbiuk, is the end and perfec tion of ekqu-ince." ANECDOTE OF DR. WEBSTER, A SCOTCH ' MINISTER. —In 1774 Dr. Webster was a pop ular preacher of the Kirk of Scotland, in Edin burgh. Business brought him to London, aod one day when passing ihe House of liOrds, his curiosity induced him to make aa effort to step in and see them. None were admitted without an order except noblemen's servants. Webster bciug ignorant of the rule, requested admit tance. "What Lord do yon belong to?" said the doorkeeper. "To the Lord Jehovah."— "To the Lord Jehovah," repeated the keeper; "I have kept here seven years, but I have nev er heard of such Lord; Jack," said he to his fellow keeper on the front steps, 'here's a chap who says he belongs fu the Lord Jehovah, do you know such a Lord?" "Never heard of him," says Jack. "But said Webster, (willing to keep up the illusion,) there is such a Lord."— "Pass 'em in," said Jick, "I s'pose it's some poor Scotch Lord." This occurred at a period when there was not one in twenty of all iu the manufacturing ruial districts in England who could read the Bible or write his owo name.— Sabbath school were introduced in 1783. Now the people are intelligent and happy, and can cot only read and write, but have fonnd out who the "Lord Jehovah" is. An Up-Hiil Business, Wake up, Roll up, Tumble up, Step up, Jump up, Climb up, Run up, Skate up, Ride up, Rush up, Swim up, Fly up, Crawl up, Fire up, Steam up, Sail up, Push up, Any way, so that you get up and SETTLE UP your subscription bills. Low NECKED DRESSES.— In the olden time low necked dresses seem to have been regarded with particular disfavor by tha lawmakers. In Pennsylvania, iu the early days of that colony, there was a law, a part of which reads as fol lows: "That if any white female of ten years or upward, should appear in any public street, lane, highway, church, court bouse, tavern,ball room, theatre, or any other place of public re sort, with naked shoulders, (i. e. low-necked dresses,) being able to purchase necessary cloth ing, shall forfeit and pay a fine not less than one uor more than two hundred dollars." The j closing paragraph of the law, however permit ted woman of questionable character to hate their shoulders, as a badge of distinction between the chaste and the unchaste. A horse dealer, in describing a used up horso j said he looked "as if he had been editing a l daily newspaper." i VOL. 31, NO. 46. LITEST PRENTICE-IANA REVOLUTIONARY RETORT. —John Van BA ren, in a speech the other day, couipaircd Mr. II ask in to Andre, and said if be wore search ed, doubtless a pass from Seward would be j found in his boot. But had John been tho ! captor, he would have taken Hasken'a watch and purse ; he would never think of emulating the disinterested patriotism of Paudling, Van Wert, and Williams. On tbe evening of tho 17th of Sept., tbe day of the departure of the last mail from Salt Lake, thirteen births wore reported in Elder Kimball's family. We think that Brigbam must bo getting jealous. He may well trem ble for Lis supremacy ainoug the Utah women. We never knew a uaoro striking exemplifi cation of the old maxim that "one extreme begets another," than in the case of Henry Olay and his son Jim. Under the head of "news," our contempo raries daily record "More post office robbery" or "Further frauds on the Treasury." Un fortunately, these incidents no longer come un der the appellation of news ; they are as plenty as blackberries in the summer time. The Savannah News feels confident of tho neutrality of tbe Atlantic cable, despite the jealous fears heretofore expressed, as, at pre sent, it has not a word to say on either side ou any subject. iho Washington Uuion "respectfully in quires what play the opposition managers have in rehearsal to succeed bleeding Kansas upen the political stage." We would 'respectfully' suggest 'Used Up' to the Union to be followed by 'No, or tbe Glorious Minority,' with a reci tation of 'Berks, have at ye all,' by Senator Douglas, if it desires private theatricals. That part of Indiana called 'the Pocket* didn't exhibit much intelligence io the late election. Indiana's brains are evidently not in hei pccket. An American editor asks what our Deighbor of the Democrat's purposec an be in his constant turnings. We don't know, but we approhend that he has deadly designs against those who are watching his course. He seems to bo mu tating the policy of the man who twisted the owl's head off by walking round and round the tree upon which the bird sat. There was a duel in Florida the other day between John Lingle and James Lync. Linglo made a Lyne shot—but probably not a mortal one. 'Coming events cast their shadows before the Queen of England, the Queen of Portu gal, the Empress of France, and the Princess Royal of Prussia. The Cincinnati Time? says "the prevailing epidemic now raging in this city is the thirst for strong drink." We presauie rye flees occasion By the results of the election havo struck in. The "Pennsylvania Dutch," of Berks, have a highly appreciative opinitoo of J. G. Jones. One of them said, "It is von shame if Misther Sbones be not elected for he is Hie Committee of the Shairman of Mean Ways. In Sweden, a man who is seen four times drunk is deprived of a vote at election. In some of our large cities this iule is reversed ; a drunken man is made to vote four times. An Illinois correspondent says that Mr. Douglas became so exhausted in speaking upon a recent occasion, that his friends had to ( bold him up on the stand. He was io as bad away as the poor dog that was so feeble as to bavo to lean against the fence to bark. The managers of the Crystal Palace which was recently burned, apper to be getting up a quarrel. As they have no longer a 'glass house,' they begin to 'throw stones.' A MAN TRIES TO CHOP nis OWN HEAD OFF. —A correspondent of the Vevay (10d.,) Re veille, writing from Carroll county, Ky., states that a few days since a party of men were raising a log building; one of the company a young mau named 'Thomas E. Searcey, sud denly left his work, and seizing an axe, cut several gashes on the top of his head. Ou at tempts beiug made to wrest the weapon from him, ho brandished it in tho air, threatening to kill any one who approached him. He then laid his neek upon a log, and was about to chop his own head off, when his companions managed, after a desperate struggle, to secure him.— Searcey is described as being an intelligent, upright man, and had never before given evi dence of being insane. MOST STRANGE.—A man WAS onco relating a story of being on a locomotive that struck a cow standing on tbe track, and threw her sev eral rods into a field, where she lit squarely upon her feet, with her head toward the train, and strange to tell wasn't hurt a mite. 'But didn't she look scared?' Enquired a listeuer. • 'Well, I don't know whether she was soared or not, but she looked a good deal discoura ged.' One person having asked another if he be lieved iti the appearance of spirits. "No," was the reply; "but I believe in their disappearance, for I've missed a bottle of gin since last night." In the school of the world as in that of love wo must begin by practising what we wish to learn. Speaking of cheap thing—it costs but a tri fle to get a wife, but doesn't be sometimes prove "a little dear"'