BY JOHN B BRATTON. YOL. 38. 3J)orHcnl. KINO DEATH. Thero la a King, a stern old King. Who hath ruled since tfic wend began. And nil tlio earth are doomed from llielr birth, To undergo his ban; And ho cnrcs not ho,.whoe’er they may, bo, Who bend before his frown ; With a scornful laugh, ho bids them'quaff, ' Ami drain the death-draught down. And when ho comes near, men quake with fear, Though they boast when ho is not nigh.' That tlioy wlll not shrink, hut fearlessly drink,- • And hid tho world good bye; Ah mol how they pray, tlio livelong day, Should ho toko them at thoir word, And tho frantic groan, and fooblo moon, ' In mournfUl tones arc heard 1 Ho calls aloud for the Mar and the shroud, Ami points to tho gloomy poll, And lialfln Jest, lio soys, thoro Is rest Ami room enough for thorn all; - 'l’lia beggar lies down with tho king and his crown, Under tho self same sod; • Their hands are pressed across their breast. And both look up to their God I lie knocks at the door Of tho rich and poor, With thosaino loud Ihundnring sound; • And with dauntless air,ho bids them prepare. For their last long sleep under ground; Mon droop and die, at the glance of his eye, And wither away at his breath; For the name of thlsKlng, this stern old King, la the grim, florco conqueror, Death! “WIUT FLAG SHALL WAVE!” What ting shall wavo when from on high Disunion drags our ensisndown, A ml where Its stars now deck our. sky, Tho clouds of hate shall darkly frown. What hand to rend that flag shall darn. ' When all may claim tho notion's sign 7 And not n gleam of glory there, Hut each proud State may say '* 'Tis mine I 1 ’Tin mlno. 'tis thlno, ’tis theirs, 'Us ours, Wo all have trusted in its might; Ami in tho nation's darkest hours (Jut fathers horo it to tho fight. The memories of tho past are there, Fast clinging to each silken fold; The pious hnpu, tho vow, the prayer,' From hearts and lip's now still and cold. Our sires* strong faith, their warworn.years; Their dying groans—their conquering cry, Their orphans* wall—thuir widows’ tears; Tholr martyr truth, that ne'er shall known that ho wae the person in' pursuit of this properly. ■_ Alffiis effprU proved abor live. At last ho undertook a different plan. Ho' paid sourl to tho lady, proposed marriage, and waff rejected in such a .manner as to.cause his Indigna tion, and bxcito a vow of revenge, which he lived to oxccuto. ‘ Years afterwards this same widow, having been offered a largo price for a piece of city properly* found that two ble at the corner of the square, which woe, chiefly owned by her, were the property of Mr. John McDonough. It was neoeaaary that alto* should have those lots to complete.her sale.- They had cost Mr. McDonough but.a few hundred dollars.'.What was her surprise, oh sending a bro ker to him, to bo informed that he might take |50,- 000, but nothing less. The widow determined to try the virtue of a little personal persuasion; perhaps she could kindlo the old flame, and thus induce him ' to relax. Accordingly, she paid him a visit, jJhe found him in his {hoary old house at MoDonoughvilfo. lie was buried in musty papers, surrounded by bis negro * clerks, copying • records. A single empty chair sal in the room. The widow took this; and immediately commenced the object of her mission* Groat was her surprise to bo informed by Mr. AfoDtf* nougli that it was impossible for him to sell the lots in question. Ho owned no properly was all God Almighty's* whoso agent ho wnh out ibo powor to eoll, • ■ « r. - At lost, having exhausted all other arts* the lady thought she would try tho effects of old reminiscflOr ecs and associations; so she blushingly and softly inquired of tho stern old rnilliobairo how il Was that he ’should have onco offered her his hand and heart; and wos.now unwilling to grant her this small privl lego. " That,” responded (ho hard hearted votary of Mammon, “ was many, many years'ago; and then I was thoughtless and giddy, and you, madam, .’werp young and handsome.” 1 Arrest of Capital Pnalihmenti Passing* up Orange street the other day, our at tention was attracted to a boy who was climbing op a lamp post, endeavoring to pass tho end of the rope, which was attached to tho neck of a terrier dog, over tho horns on which the lamplighter rests his Isddsiv when lighting tho lamp. There wore some half a dozen ragged urchins around cheering him. An' old gentleman prevent supposing foal play,'’ ask'od (hk little follow what ho was going to d» with the dog; “ Hang the sucker, ho*s bin a murderin',” saidtbs excited boy. . . , , ■ “ Murdering what?” asked tho old man 1 ' “ Why, jakoy Babcock’s pet rat, what be colcbed ven they loro down the.old buildin*.”, . , ”Oh don’t hang him for that,” pleaded tho old man; u it is bis nature to kill rats; beside he looks like a good, dog; if you wish to get rid of bim>l,ll take him along with mo.” ’ ’ ”0, it can!l -be, daddy; he’s a infernal scoundrel, and tho Jury brought him in guilty, and he's got bis sentence, and. you Can bat your lifo I'll haag.hipi,” • M Jury ! wbafJury?” “Why, our Jury; them fellers there silling bn that collar door. They tried him this markin', and Bob Llnkels sentenced him to be hung. That's right, oln’t .it, daddy 1 It was alt on the sqnare. I was (bo lawyer against the dog, and Joe Beech was far Vim, but h)s arguments vas knocked all to tfiunr dor when I brought the murdered body inter court. It dook 'em ell down. They all guv in that 1 was rite".. Ho ain’t worth~a rusty nail now, but as soon os he's dead he's worth fifty cents, 'cordln to law, at (ho city hall, and we want the money-Ibr.the 4th of July.” , . : . The old gent scorned surprised at the logic of tho boy, but was about entering another pica when tho scene was interrupted by (ho arrival of tho owner of the dog, (a stout Irishman.) who soon dispersed Judge, Jury, executioner, and rescued tho trembling culprit.—JV. O r Picayune. A Sharp Night Inspector* Not a very bad joke ia (old of one of (he New York Night Inspectors. Il hopponod a few evenings since, shurlly after (ho wharf watch waa set, that* plaid looking countryman waa soon to leave a brig, lying at l*ior No. 5, with a'sußploioaa looking bundle in hia band** Il was a largo package, and a heavy one; and the stronger tugged along slowly up tho pier with it, : and turned the corner, sweating under hi* 10ad.,., 11 Aha! my One fellow, "ejaculated the lynx eyed Inspcctor—a sharp-sot official, by the way—“ana I Vvo got you, thi* limol" and approaching the coun tryman, ho *aid: '■ Quod evening. Let mo relievo you of (hat load, my friend.'* - “ Eh 7" responded tho man, uneasily. “I'll take this bundle, if you please," “Thank you.** “ It's heavy i«n*( it 7'! «a|d the officer. (“Yaas. Which wayyougoln\n«bor7“ ' “Como along; H'a all right; I'il (aka oareofth/s* Como on.'* . . • r “Edsaolly—ranoh obliged.' It ia tarhal heavy* and I'vo got to git it up to the Howard houae.** - “ Como along,” said the officer, knowingly; “ wa'il •oo about thatond in a few minutes, (hey ttyoh' tho “ IloWard,” when Ilia alranger obicrved that the Inspector had no idea of halting! “(la)Io! VVhiol^way,friend: I’mitoppln,Acre," •aid the countryman. “h> no matter; I*ve ilexed this property, and you can explain matter* at the Custom.houae, to morrow,” continued the Inspector. “ Look, here, friend. Not 100 feat, ef you please. I've paid my duties on that'era lot of goods, leal you look at this, now! 1 * and ho drew forth a bit of 1 paper from hia pocket, signed by (he Collectors. . “Why, you scamp," said (he Inspector,wiping (he pepplratlon ftom h(i face, “ this is a permit fof your goods! Why didn't you show that before?" “Why, in the fust place you didn’t ask me taw 9 and in the next place, ef 1 had you’d a teen me break my back afore you'd ha* brought that bundle cleat up hero for rao, I know!" <: • . The Inspector Wowed his nose, violently; and cursing the countryman for a fool, turned down Find street Instanter, to resume his “lonely round.** The stranger ppl his paroelin charge of (he son vent, and grinned a ghastly grin, as the ovor.zoafous watchman departedlT li Is said that Darnum has purchased the patent right for tho United States of the recent i'Yr«.,dniiiAi. tutor invented by Mr. Phillips, of Ijondon, and wilt shortly, as is stated, giro a grand representation m the burning of a house, to be extinguished .by tarry ing a flop.coolr. | _____ Glass was the rosull of aooidont, In wa W n * AjfJ of non wood on send; tho aod» in ih° one dompiaed. with the latter, and glass was forineu. ' w- - NO.- ll