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Patton and John Brewster, his associates, Judges of the county of Huntingdon, justices assigned, appointed to hear, try and determine all and every indictments made or taken for or concerning all crimes, which by the laws of the State are made capital, or felonies of death, and other offences, crimes and misdemeanors, which have been or shall hereafter be committed or perpetrated for crimes *aforesaid—l am commanded to make public proclamation throughout my whole bailiwick, that a Court of Oyer and Terminer, of Common Pleas and Quarter Sessions, will be held at the Court House in the borough of Huntingdon, on the second Monday (and lath day) of January next, and those.who will prosecute the said prisoners be then and there to prosecute them as it shall be just, and that all Justices of the Peace, Coroner and Constables within said county be then and there in their proper persons, at 10 o'- clock, a m., - of said day, with their records, inquisitions, exanattlations and remembrances, to do those things which to their offices respectively appertain. Dated at Huntingdon the lbtli of Mach, in the year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred and fifty-six, and the 80th year of American Independence. GRAFFUS MILLER, Sheriff: Pleas of the county of Huntingdon, bearing test the 24th day of Jan.. 1857, I am commanded to make Public Proc lamation throughout my whole bailiwick, that a Court of Common Pleas will be held at the Court House in the bor ough of Huntingdon ' on the 3rd Monday (and 19th day) of January A.D., 1857, for the trial of all issues in said Court which remain undetermined before the said Judges, when and where all jurors, witnesses, and suitors, in the trials of all issues are required. Dated at Huntingdon the 11th of March, in the year of our Lord 1856, and the 80th year of American Independ ence. Strtnurr's ()mot, Huntingdon, March 18, 1886.1 TRIAL LIST FOR APRIL TER3I, 18.57. Fi RST WEEK. Robert Wilson Vii Wm. roster's Exrs Huntingdon county vs Andrew Robison's Exrs Dumas V 3 ja//le3 PurtCr Dr. P. Shoenberoes Ex* rs vs A. P. Wilson et al Stevens for use of Myton vs Smith & Henry - John Fleming V 3 B. X. Blair et al Thos Clark's heirs vs Brison t lark George MeCrum vs Thomas Wilson Davis Grow's Ado* vs Abednego Stevens 'Michael Quarry vs \Viso S.; Buchanan Patrick Kelly vs Ponn'a Rail Road Co Asa Corbin vs JOllll Dougliorty of al N. C. Docker vs Boat S: Buckingham OLCDND IhZES. Sohn G. Orlady John Penn Broth Same - 43 riattle _ John M. Walter . vs David Varner Union Trans. Co. vs Venn S. Ohio Tiani. Co Leonard Weaver vs Loin,.': ;:in ile.- ?Arnuel Caldwell vs Michael .1.. Merlin John Dougherty vs Taylor. Wil,on & rctrikon Weiller. Elmo & Ellis vs Olaf:I:At:VI (''tits George Couch vs The Insaranee Co Matthew Truman for use vs Robert Dare Powel Peter Long & wife vs Daniel Iloberla' Adair Joice & Baugher vs Jarne3 Bricker Mary E. Trout vs Martin ilen nor of al Matson Walker vs Andrew Walker L. & S. Hecthl vs John Jamison Ettinger & Theeclinan vs Huyett & S,?eds Bareroft, Beaver & Co vs Joshua it. Cox's Atlra'r Isaac M. Araton vs Same Bain° March 18, 1857 • EGISTER'S NOTICE.- NOTICE 13 hereby given to all persons interested that the fel owing named persons have settled their accounts in the Register's Office at Huntingdon, and that the said accounts -will he presented for confirmation and allowance, at an Or phans' Court to he held at Huntington, in and for the County of Hunting - don, on W ednesday, the 15th day of April next, to wit I. John It. Hunter and George P. Wek , field. Executors of the-last will and testament of John Wakefield,. late of Rarree township, deceased. 2. Thomas Weston and Martin Weton, Executors of the last will and testament of Win. Weston, late of Warriors mark township, deed. 3. Samuel Malay, Executor of the last will, Sc., of Jas. Romney, Esq., late of Shirlcysbutg dee'd. 4. Benedict Stevens, Executor of tits last will, &c., of Benedict Stevens, Sr.. late of Springfield township, th,ed. 6. George C. Bucher and Samuel \'ork, Executors of the last will, Sze., of Joseph Work, late of Porter twp., deed. 6. Abraham Cresswell, Guardian of Anna Mary Borst, a minor child of Jacob Borst, late of West twp.. deed. 7. Thomas E. Orbisou, Administrator of David Burket, late of Shirley township. decd. 8. Peter Swoops, Trustee appointed by the Orphans' Court, to make sale of the real estate of Peter Swoops, Sr., late of the borough of Huntingdon, dcc'd. P. George Hallman. Trustee appointed by the Orphans' Court to make sale of the real estate of George Henderson, late of West township. dcc'd. 10. Peter Stryker, Administrator of the estate of John Stryker, late of West township. deed. ' 11. Samuel T. Brown. Esq., Administrator de bolds men, of the estate of Win. Buchanan, late of Brady township, dee-d. . - - 12. John Wareham Mattern and Susan Mattern, (now Ewan Wills.) Administrators of the estate of Jacob S. Mat torn, late of Franklin township, deceased. 13. Dr. John McCulloch. Administrator of the estate of Alex. McKibben, late of the borough of Huntingdon ' deed. 14. John B. Given, Executor of the last will, &c., of John Shultz, late of Hopewell two., deed. - HENRY GLAZIER, Register. . REGISTER'S 01710 E, Enntingdon, March IS, 1557. T IST 'OF . GRAND JURORS for a Court of Quarter Sessions to be held at Huntingdon in and for the county of Huntingdon, the second Monday inad"l3th day of Api•il, LSS7. Brice Blair, farmers Dublin. Michael Baker, carpenter, Porter. _ Alexander S. Briggs, farmer, Tell. Philip Crouse. tailor, Cassville. James 13. Carothers", farmer, Morris. John M. Cunningham, carpenter, Huntingdon. William L. Couch, farmer, Barren. David Enyeart, farmer, Walker. • John Foster, farmer, Shirley. John Grafßus, firmer, Warriorsmart. Jacob Hoover, farmer, Penn. • Robert F. Ilaslett. innkeeper,- Morris. Geo. W. Hazard, farmer, - Union. Robert Johnston, farmer, Jackson. John Leo, miller, Walker. . Thomas Osborn, farmer, Jackson. Tatum Oatenkirk, farmer, Brady. John F. Parsons, farmer, Tell. Livingston Robb, farmer, Walker. Wm. :Stapleton, farmer, Tod. , - David Swoope, Jr., carpenter. Cla7. Andrew'Smith, farmer, Union. William Walker, carpenter, Porter. ;Elias B. Wilson, J. P., Cassville. tit AVE= .71:11:ORS-FIRST WEER. 'William Africa, shoemaker, Huntingdon, Alexander Appleby, ftirmor, Dublin. Samuel Bowman, farmer, Shirley. Jacob Brumbaugh„farmer, Penn. John C. Bolinger, farmer, Cromwell. Richard Cunningham, farmer, Jackson. Isaac. Curfman, farmer, Tod. 'Joseph Cornelius, farmer, Cromwell. -rt- Jacob H. Dell, farmer, Cass. • John Duffey, mason, Springfield. - Gideon Elias. surveyor, Tod. - Idartin Eleanor, wagonmaker, Walker. , Robert Floating. farmer: Jackson. ..7joriathan Frazier. tanner. Jackson. - Michael Flesher, farmer, Jackson. Janie's Goodman, carpenter, Huntingdon. • Hiram Grady; farmer, Henderson. . - Austin Green, mechanic, Cassvillo. - John Griffith, farmer, Tod., fanner, Porter. • - Thomas Hamer, jr., farmer, West. , Samuel Harvey, farmer, Shirley. ' ' ' Solomon Houck, farmer, Tod. - Daniel Knode, farmer, Porter. - Charles 14: Millen-tanner, Huntingdon. Abraham McCoy, brickmaker, Huntingdon. - • William Morgan. farmer, Shirley. • • William C. McCauley. tanner, Brady, Asa:Price, farmer,: Cromwell. John - S. Pheasant, farmer, Union. • .- Charles Blinehart; farmer, Clay:: ; John Shaffer, farmer, Morris. • pklhy 811 knitter, farmer, Barre?. • • - sl'6o . 75 GRAFFUS MILLER, Sher(fr Tal(ia.l)lo's Ears 'vs John Eavago Sni 3 F. CA7,IPEZ.L'L, Prot'y WILLIAM LEWIS, VOL. XII. Peter Shaver of Samuel, clerk, Shirley. Peter Shaffer, farmer, Morris. David Snare, P., Huntingdon. • Jacob Snyder, tailor, Huntingdon. Simes, clerk, Franklin. Thomas Weston, Esti:, J. P., Warriorsmark. Thomas Wilson, J. P., Barna. F. B. Wallace, blacksmith, Huntingdon. Armstrong Willoughby, tailor, Huntingdon, Leonard Weaver, farmer, Hopewell. Thomas Whittaker, iiirmer, Porter. Jacob Walters, farmer, Franklin. Samuel Wall, merchant, Penn.- John Kinch, blacksmith, Franklin. John Rung, gentleman, West. TRAVERSE .ILMORS—SECOND WEEK. James Bell, Esq., farmer, Warriorsmark William Cramer, farmer, Tell. James Cree, farmer, Dublin. Hugh Cunningham, farmer, Porter. David Colcstuck, fanner, Huntingdon. John Duff, flintier, Jackson. Thomas Duffey, farmer, Springfield. John Eberly, farmer, West. :Martin Fleming : farmer, Brady. David H. Foster, merchant, Hopewell John Gaghagan, carpenter, Porter. Joshua Green, farmer, Barre°. John Grafts, laborer, West. Caleb Greenland, farmer, Cass. Ceorge Hight, farmer, Tod. John lewd, farmer, West. • Jacob H. Knode, farmer, West. Hugh King, farmer, Shirley. James Kerr, farmer, Brady. John P. Murphy, shoemaker, West. George Myerly, farmer. Springfield. Franklin B. Neely, farmer, Dublin. John A. Nash, printer, Huntingdon. Henry F. Newingham, gentleman, Huntingdon Christian Peightal, tailor. Barree. Jacob Spanogle, farmer, Shirley. John Simpson, farmer, Huntingdon. Henry W. Swoope, farmer, Porter. Samuel Smith, farmer, Union. , Valentine Sinittle, farmer, Tell. James Stevens, farmer, Clay. William P. Taylor, carpenter, Clay. John Weston. farmer, Union. John Whittaker, gentleman, Huntingdon. Richard Wills, cabinet-maker, Warriorsmark. Michael Ware, farmer, West. Huntingdon, March IS, 15:37. IVITSIC—MRS. HANEGAR re spectfully announces to her numerous pations and trienus that she will continue, as heretofore, to give lessons on the Piano, Melodeon and Guitar, at her residence in the old Presbyterian Church, or at the residence of pupils in town. iihe is in monthly receipt of all the new music published at the first musical houses in the country, and will furnish pupils and others with any piece required. bile will also teach the German and French languages. Numerous references given. Huntingdon, February 4, 1F:17. 17* .t T 0 LIBR A RY IS COMPETE WITH OUT IT.—TESTIMONY OF SI XT.I4.IEN THOUSAIsID !I ASEIS.—M N JEW EN T WORK OF HISTORY! —A WHoLli; LIBRARY IN 1m:1:1,F !—COST $ll,OOO-70 MA 1 3 5-700 nisTorY OF ALL NA TIONS, From the earliest period to the present time, the history of every nation, ancient and modern. being separately given. By S. G. Goornuun, author of several works of His tory, 'Peter Parley's Tales,' &c. It is believed that the above work will be very accepta ble to the American public. It is the result of years of toil and labor, assisted in his researches by several scholars of known ability, and has been gut up at a great expense by the proprietors. pains have been spared in the ex ecution of tbe Illustrations and Maps, which are prepared expressly for tins work. Indeed, all the other historical writing of Mr. Goodrich, sink into insignificance, when compared to this, the result of his riper and maturer years. 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Miller, Orton S.: Mulligan, Publishers. No. 9.5, Park Row, N. Y. For sale by GEO. BERGSTRESSER, - Nam. Claim; Hunt. Co., Pa. Also, Agent for Dr. liane's works. Feb. 11, 1857. ACARD.—To Teachers and all whom it may Concern: The undersigned are making prep arations to open a Normal School in Huntingdon County ; and we design making it a permanent Institution. The Instructors will be persons who have been educated in Normal schools, and who are known to be eminent in their profession—in the didactic art. Our advertisement will appear as soon as our correspondence with the Faculty can be completed. We desire to open the.school in April. ALBERT OWEN, Huntingdon, Feb. 11, 1857. F. 11. LANE. HOUSE FOR SALE.--The subscriber will sell the HOUSE and THREE LOT OF GROUND he now occupies in the North East cor ner of the borough of Huntingdon. The house is a two story frame, nearly new. For further information enquire of A. J. WHITE. Febrnary 11, 1857. T\TEW DRY GOODS FOR SPRING OF 1857.. 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HINDS, Principal: March 32,18&1.4t =I eZ exVatttg. 111EIVIORN. Wandering on the shores of mem'ry, Gathering up the fragments, cast By the surging waves of feeling, Prom the ocean of the past. Hero a shell and there a. pebble, With its edges worn away By the rolling of the waters— By the dashing of the spray. Some lie smooth, and many-tinted, High upon the glist'ning sand; Others, sharp and freshly scattered, Wound when taken in the band. Hero are wrecks of by-gone treasures, Garnered in our early years ; Gathered now in hidden caverns, Crusted with the salt of tears. Every hope and every sorrow That the world has ever known, 'Vessels launched in youth's bright hour On this shadowy beach are thrown. Here are pleasure-boats that glided O'er smooth waters for awhile; There rich argosites of feeling, Freighted with a kiss or smile. Joy that vanished ere 'twas tasted Is but sea-weed, wet with spray; Eagerly we seek to grasp it— Lo I its beauties fade away ; Floating in the distant future, It was dipped with rainbow dyes ; But upon the sands of mem'ry Now in tangled masses lies. Here aro wrecks of early friendships, Living only in the past; Vessels which Were far too fragile To withstand misfortune's blast. By them nobler barks are lying— Barks that weathered every gale, Till on death their life-boats shattered, They were never known to fail. Round about :.re remnants lying Of the cargoes which they bore, And on each these words are graven "Friend, we've only gone before." Oh, it gives both pain and pleasure To reflect that when we die, Shattered on the sands of mem'ry, We in other hearts will lie. ll.tertsting THE CHARGE OF MAY. A LEGEND OF MEXICO. There was a day when an old man with white hair sat idone in a small chamber of a national mansion, his spare but muscular figure resting on an arm-chair, his hands clasped, and his deep blue eyes gazing thro' the winter sky. The brow of the old man furrowed with wrinkles, his hair rising in straight masses, white as the driven snow, his sunken checks traversed by marked lines, and thin lips, fixedly compressed, all announ ced a long and stormy life. All the marks of an iron will were written upon his face. His name I need not tell you was Andrew Jackson, and he sat alone in the White House. Avisitor entered without being announced; and. stood before the President in the form of a boy of nineteen, clad in a coarse round jacket and trousers, and covered from head to foot with mud. As he stood before the President, cap in hand, the dark hair falling in damp clusters about his white forehead, the old man could not help surveying at a rapid glance, the muscular beauty of his figure, the broad chest, the sinewy arms, the head placed proudly on the firm shoulders. "Your business ?" said the old man, in his short, abrupt way. ".There is a Lieutenancy vacant in the Dragoons. Will you give it to me"' And dashing back the dark hair which fell over his face, the boy, as if frightened at his boldness, bowed low before the President.- The old man could not restrain that smile. It wreathed his firm lip, and shone from his clear eyes. " You enter my chamber unannounced, covered from head to foot with mud—you tell me that a lieutenancy is vacant, and ask me to give it to you. Who are you ?" " Charles May !" The boy - did not bow this time, but with his right hand on' his hip, stood like a wild young Indian, erect, in. the presence of the President. " What claim have you to a commission ?" Again the Hero surveyed him; again he faint ly smiled. " Such as you see!" exclaimed the boy, as his dark eyes shone with that dare-devil light, while his form swelled in every muscle, as with the conscious pride of his manly strength and beauty. " "Would you—" he bent for ward, sweeping aside his curls once mee, while a smile began to break over his lips— " Would you like to see me ride ? My horse is at the door. • You see I came post haste for this commission!" Silently the old man followed the boy, and together they went forth from the White House. It was a clear cold Winter's day ; the wind tossed the President's white hairs, and the leafless trees stood boldly•out against the blue sky. Before the portals of the White House, with the rein thrown loosely on his neck, stood a magnificent horse, his dark hide smoking foam. t ''He uttered a shrill neigh as his boy-master sprang with a bound into the saddle, and in a flash was gone, skimming like a swallow down the road, his mane and tail streaming in the breeze. The old man looked after them, the horse and'his rider, and knew not -which to admire most, the athletic beauty of the boy, or the tempestuous vigor of the horse. Thrice they threaded the avenues in front of the White House, and at last stood pant ing before the President, the boy leaned over the neck of his steed, as he coolly exclaimed —"Well—how do you like me ?" "Do you think you could kill an Indian?" the President said, taking him by the hand; as he leaped from his horse. "Aye—and eat him afterward?" cried the boy, ringing out his fierce laugh as he _read his fate in the old man's -oyes, -PERSEVERE.-;• HUNTINGDON, PA., APRIL 8, 1857. " You had better come in and get your commission," and the hero of New Orleans led the way into the White House. There came a night, when an old man— President no longer—sat in the silent cham ber of his Hermitage Home, a picture of age trembling on the verge of Eternity. The light that stood upon his table revealed his shrunken form resting against the pillows which cushioned his arm-chair and the death like Tailor of his venerable face. In that face, with its white hair, and massive fore head;Verything seemed already dead, except the -. :eyes. Their deep gray-blue shone with the fire of New Orleans, as the old man with his long, white fingers, grasped a letter post marked "Washington." " They ask me to designate the man who shall lead- our army, in case the annexation of Texas brings on a war with Mexico"—his voice, deep-toned and thrilling, even in that hour of decrepitude and decay, rung through the silence of the chamber. "'There is only one man who can do it, and his name is Zach ary Taylor." It was a dark hour when this boy and this General, both appointed at the suggestion or by the voice of, the Man of the Hermitage, met in the Battle of Resaca de la Palma. By' the blaze of cannon, and beneath the canopy of battle smoke, we will behold the meeting. " Capt. May, you must take that battery!" As the old man, uttered these words he pointed far across:the ravine with his sword. It was like the glare of a volcano—the steady blaze of that battery, pouring from the dark ness of the chapparal. Before him, summoned from the rear by his commander, rose the form of a splendid soldier, whose hair, waving in long. masses, swept his broad shoulders, while his beard fell over his muscular chest. Hair and beard as dark as midnight, framed a determined face, surmounted by a small cap, glittering with a single - golden tassel. The young war rior bestrode a magnificent charger, broad in the chest, small in thehead, delicate in each slender limb, and with the nostrils quivering as though they shot forth jets of name.— That steed was black as death. Without ti fiord, the soldier turned to his men. Eighty-four forms, with throats and breasts bare, eighty-four battle horses, eighty-four sabres, that rose in the clutch of naked arms, and flashed their lightning over eighty-four faces, knit in every feature with battle fire. "Men, follow!" shouted the young com mander, who had been created a soldier by the band of Jackson, as his tall form rose in the stirrups, and the battle breeze played with his long black hair. There was no - response in words, but von should have seen those horses quiver beneath the spur, and spring and launch away. Down upon the sod with one terrible beat came the sound of their hoofs, while through the air rose in glittering circle those battle scimitars. Four yards in front rode May, himself and his horse the object of a thousand eyes, so certain was the death that loomed before him. Proudly in his warrior beauty he rode that steed, his hair floating from beneath his cap in raven curls upon the wind. He turns his head—his men see his face with stern lip and knit brow; they feel the fire of his eyes, they hear—not " Men, for ward !" but "Men, follow!" and away, like an immense battle engine composed of eighty four men and horses, woven together by swords —away and on they dash, They near the ravine; old Taylor follows them with hushed breath, aye, clutching his sword hilt he sees the golden tassel of May, gleaming in the cannon flash. They are on the verge of the ravine. May still in front, his charger flinging the earth from beneath him, with colossal leaps, when, from among the cannon, starts up a half-clad figure, red with blood. and begrimmed with powder. It is Ridgely, who, to-day, has sworn to wear the mantle of Ringgold, and to wear it well ! At once his eyes catch the light now blazing in the eyes of May, and springing to the cannon, he shouts— " One moment, my comrade, and I will draw their fire!" The word is not passed from his lips when his cannon speak out to the battery across the ravine. His flash, his smoke have not gone, but hark! Did you hear that storm of copper balls clatter against his cannon, did you see it dic , the earth beneath the hoofs of May's squadron. - "lien, follow!" Did you see that face oieaminr , with battle fire, that scimitar cut tiny its glittering circle in the air? Those men can hold their shouts no longer. Rend ing the air with cries. Hark I The whole army echo them. They strike their spurs, and, worried into madness, their horses whirl on and thunder away-to the deadly ravine. The old man, Taylor, said, after the battle, that he never felt his heart beat as it did then. For it was a glorious sight to see that young, man, May, at the head of his squadron, dash ing across the ravine, four yards in advance of his foremost man, while long and dark be hind him was stretched the solid line of war riors and their steeds. Through the windows of the clouds some gleams of sunlight fall—they light the gold en tassel on the cap—they . glitter on the up raised sword—they illumine the dark horse and his rider with their warns glow—they re vealed the battery—you see it, above the fur ther bank of the ravine, frowning death from every muzzle. Nearer and nearer, up and on! Never heed the death before you, though it is terri ble. Never mind the leap, though it is terri ble. But up the bank and over the cannon —hurrah At this dread moment, just as his horse rises for the charge—May turns and sees the sword of the brave Ingo on his right, turns again and reads his own soul written in the fire of Sacket's eye. To his men once more he turns, his hair floating back behind ' him, he points to the cannon, to the steep bank and - the certain death, and as though inviting them, one and all, to his bridal feast, he says— " Comp!" They did come. It would have made your blood dance to see it. As one man they whirl ed up the bank, following May's sword as they wolild a banner, and striking madly home, aeihey heard, through the roar of bat tle they heard it, that word of' frenzy, "Come!" As one mass of bared chests, leaping hor ses and dazzling scimetars, they charged upon the bank; the cannon's fire rushed into their faces; Inge, even as his shout rang on the air, was laid a mangled thing beneath his steed, his throat torn open by a cannon shot, Sacket was buried beneath his horse, and seven dragoons fell at the battery's muz zles, their blood and brains whirling into their comrades' eyes. Still May is yonder, above the cloud, his horse rioting over heaps of dead, as with his sabre, circling round his flowing hair, he cuts his way through the living wall, and says to his comrades, "Come!" All around him, friend and foe, their swords locked together—yonder the blaze of musket ry showering the iron hail upon his band— beneath his horse's feet the deadly cannon and ghastly corse, still 'that young soldier riots on, for Taylor has said, Silence that Battery," and he will do it. The Mexicans are• driven from their guns; their cannon are silenced, and May's heroic band, scattering among the mazes of the Chaparal, are entangled in a wall of bayo nets. Once more the combat deepens, and dies the sod in blood. Hedged in by that wall of wood, May gathers eight of his men, and hews his way toward the captured bat tery. As his charger rears, his sword circles above his head and sinks blow after blow into the foemen's throats. To the left a shout is heard ; the Americans, led on by Graham and Pleasanton and Winship, have silenced the battery there, while the whole fury of the Mexican army seems concentrated to crush May and his band. As he went through their locked ranks so he comes back. Everywhere his men know him by his hair, waving in dark masses; his golden tinseled cap; his sword—they know it too, and wherever it falls hear the gurgling groan of mortal agony. Back to the captured cannon be cuts his way, and on the brink of the ravine beholds a sight that fires his blood. A solitary Mexican stands there, re:aching forth his arm in all the frenzy of a brave man's despair ; he entreats his countrymen to turn, to man the battery once more, and hurl its fury on the foe. They shrink back appalled before-that dark horse and its rider, May 1 The Mexican, a gallant young man, whose handsome features can scarcely be dis tinguished on account of the blood which covers them, while his rent uniform bears testimony to his deeds in that day's carnage, clenches his hands, as he flings his curse in the face of his flying countrymen, and then, li g hted match in hand, springs to the cannon. Amoment and its fire will scatter ten Amer ican soldiers in the dust. Even as the brave Mexican bends near the cannon, the dark charger, with cne tremen dous leap, is there, and the sword of May is circling over his head. " yield 1" shouted the voice which only a few moments ago, when rushing to the death, said—" Come 1" The Mexican beheld the gallant form be fore him, and handed Captain May his sword. " General La Vega is a prisoner," he said, and stood with folded arms amid the corses of his mangled soldiers. You see May delivered his prisoner into the charge of the brave Lieutenant Stephens, who—when Inge fell—dashed bravely on. Then would you look for May once more— gaze through that Wall of bayonets, beneath that gloomy cloud, and behold him crashing into the whirlpool of the fight, his long hair, his sweeping beard, and sword that never for an instant stays its lightning career, making him look like the embodied demon of this battle day. In the rear of the, battle behold this pic ture ; where May dashed like a thunderbolt from his side, Gen. 'Taylor, in his familiar brown coat, still remains. Near him, gazing on the battle with interest keen as his own, the stout form, the stern visage of his brother soldier, Twiggs. They have followed with flashing eyes the course of May, they have seen him charge, and seen his men and hor ses hurled back in their blood, while still he thundered on. At this moment the 'brave La Vega is led into the presence of Taylor, his arms folded over his breast, his eyes fixed upon the ground. As the noble-hearted General expresses his sorrow that the captive's lot has fallen on one so brave, as in obedience to the command of Twiggs, the soldiers, arranged in battle or der, salute the prisoner with presented arms, there comes rushing to the scene the form of May, mounted on his well-known charger. " General, you have told me to silence that battery. have done it." lie placed in the hands of Zachary Taylor, the sword of the brave La Vega.' OVERWORKING TUE intelligent writer in one of our large cities, gives a note of warning which many, in the present ex citement and rush of our country ; wo=rld do well to heed. "In one of our lunatic asy lums," he says, "there are now several gen tlemen, all of whom were, one year ago, in full health and active business, and in each of these cases mental aberration is traceable directly to overworking the brain. They are men of wealth and social eminence, and, un til their sad affliction, were distinguished for usefulness in the church and the community. But to these, we must add, perhaps, thous ands of cases, in which premature old age, or permanent ill-health, and mental imbecil ity, have arisen from similar causes. Par alysis, apoplexy, softening of the brain, and spinal affections, are kindred diseases, and striking down our scholars, jurists, physi cians and professors with fearful frequency. In our great cities, business is pushed to the highest point of human endurance. neir "Lot us remove temptation from the path of youth," as the frog said, as he plunged into the water, when he saw a boy pick tip a stone. Editor and Proprietor. NO. 42. "I Mttst Go." A common word, yet how full of meaning "The school-bell is ringing," says the inno cent little prattler, at play ; "I must go." "The hour of labor has come," says the man of toil, "and I must go." "A dying parish oiler has sent for me," says the clergyman; "and I must go." "Another weary, cheer less, thankless day calls me to the sanctum," says the editor, "and I must go." "I have a weighty case on hand to-day, demanding all my time and attention," says the lawyer, "and I must go !" and the universal motto of the age is echoed on every side, by old and young, high and low, rich and poor, happy and miserable. All must go, all are going, and yet the restless, heaving, surging tide of humanity is never gone.'We might; perhaps:, intro duce this expressive phrase into scenes of r reater length, and. of more than ordinary interest; but having other thoughts and other duties to look after, we; too, "must go," and be content to sketch one or two. "'Tis getting late;" says the lover -to the loved. one; "and I must go; must bid fare-: well, for a time, to those charmed, blissful hours, once more to mingle in the cares and perplexities of a busy world." Then clasp ing her fondly to his bosom, and passionate ly pressing those sweet lips to his own, he is o•one till those happy days may return; or perchance till he may lead the gentle charm er of his life a willing captive to the hyme nea,l altar. One short year rolls round and how chang ed the scene ! Again, as then, it is night.— A wan, pale being, of - emaciated and fragile form, is lying on her dying couch. The long weary days and weary nights have passed away. Her hours of anguish are no more. The insidious destroyer has done its work. Friends near and dear are around her—a tender husband bends over her—but these cannot arrest the band of disease, or postpone the parting hour. "Hark! the an gels are whispering "come!" and I must go; countless shining (nibs in white are waiting for me. I must gn ! Farewell till we meet in heaven 1" The snowy hand falls lifeless, nerveless by her side.; a smile of ineffable sweetness and beauty rests on those pallid, marble features, and she is gone—gone for ever! Gentle reader, like her when the last of earth shall come, may you hear the welcom ing of whispering angels—like her, respond ; "I MusT Go!" BESUTIFUL EXTELACT.—The following waif, afloat on the "sea of reading," we clip from an exchange. We do not know its paterni ty, but it contains some whblesome truths beautifully set forth: "Men seldom think of the great event of death until the shadow falls across their own path, hiding forever from their eyes the traces of the loved ones whose living smile iv is the sunlight of their existence. Death is the great antagonist of life, and the cold thought of the tomb is the skeleton of all feasts. We do not want to go through the dark valley, although its passage may lead to paradise, and, with Charles Lamb; we do not want to lie down in the muddy grave, even with kings and princes for our bed-fellows. But the fiat of Nature is inexorable. There is no appeal of relief from the great law which dooms us to dust. We flourish and we fade as the leaves of the forest, and that flower that blossoms and withers in a day has not a frailer hold upon life than the mightiest monarch that ever shook the earth with his footstep. Genera tions of men appear and vanish as the grass, and the countless multitude that throngs the world to-day, will to-morrow disappear as the footsteps on the shore. THE PARTING llouu.—The hour is coming and it is a fearful and solemn hour, even to the wisest and to the best—the hour is com ing when we must bid adieu to the scenes which please us, to the families we love, to the friends we esteem. Whether we think, or whether we think not, this body, which is now warm and active in life, shall be cold and motionless in death. The countenance will be pale, the eye must be closed, the voice must be silenced, the senses must be destroy ed, the whole appearance must be changed by the remorseless hand of our last enemy. We may banish the remembrance of the weakness of our human nature; but our re luctance to reflect on it, and our attempts to drive it from our recollection arc in vain.— We know that we are sentenced to die ; and though we sometimes succeed in casting off for a season the conviction of this unwel come truth, we can never entirely remove The reflection haunts us still; it haunts us in solitude, it follows us in society, it lies down with us at night, it awakens with us in the morning. Irrevocable doom has passed upon us, and too well do we know it—" Dust thou art, and unto dust thou shalt return." Trirs'Gs LIKi xo SEE.-4 like to see fifl• teen or twenty young men parade themsdlvds in front of the meeting-house on the Sab bath, and stare at the ladies as they pass ; it Shows they are fond of making observations. I like to see young ladies laugh and play at religions meetings ; it shows they possess fine feelings and take an interest in serious things: I like to see young ladies walk out late at night; it shows they are not afraid. I like to see ladies place themselves at a door or WindoW to Make witty remails on people as they Pass; it shows they are always minding their own business. I like to hear .young ladies slander each other; it is a sign their characters stand fair. LOOK OUT.—When a stranger offers to sell you an article for half its Value; look oat. When a note becomes due, and you don't happen to have the necessary funds to meet it, look out. When a young lady has "turned the first corner," and sees no connubial prospect ahead, it is natural she should look out. When you find a man doing more business than you are, and you want to know the rea son, look at the advertisement he has in the newspaper and look out. Look out for rain when the almanac tells you to, and if it don't come, why you can keep looking out. PICTURE or LIFE.—In youth we seeni to be climbing a hill on whose fop eternal sun shine seems to rest. How eagerly we pant to attain its summit! But when we have at tained it, how different the prospect on the other side ! We sigh as we contemplate the dreary waste before us, and look back with a wistful eye upon the flowery path we have passed, but may never more retrace. Life is a porteutious cloud, fraught with thunder, storm and rain; but virtue; like' the stream ing. sunshine, will clothe it with light as a. garment, and fringe its shadowy skirts with gold. Me-Why is the heart of a lover like the sea serpent? Because it is a secreter (sea critter) of great sighs (size.)
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