- , i ■;' : jfioltitt B. BmUori. J’JV'ISI.y 1 ; TE.BM3; ' • ilioilat, UA Fifty CoUti}, V-S?SSSmS« i »** «■** If P*»Wttto the ind T w Dollatffna Fifty Cent,. If not twycw; tfhfcao tfitms will bo rig fjnv U arrearage a are paid ijJnot oxce'ediog bne square, will bo Inserted fjru tlmoB for one Dollar, and twonty-flve cents JSSShcb additional-insertion. Those of a great i.math in proportion. : .■ * JoD^PnisTiwa—Such, as Hand-bills, Posting iijili Pamphlets,,Blanks, Labels, &c., &c.,exe olcdfWitb abcutary.and at tho shortest notice ftofimil. Come To ]rt© In Dreams. PT OEO. ,D. pBENTICE. Qomo Iti beautiful dreams, loro, Oh I comolotrie oft, tyhon the light Wing of sleep On'ity bosom lies soil ; t)h! ; come when the sen, : id th(3-moon*s gentle light, ~ Beats ob the bar Like! tho pnlso of tho night— When the sky and tho wave . Wear tlie lovelicat blue, When tho dew’s on tho flower the star’s, on tho dow. iconic In boautjful.drqnms, love, Oh'f,bo»De, and we’ll stray Where tho wliQlo world iscrowned \ With (Tie blossoms of May— Vftiure each SOund'is os sweet As thb coos of a dove. And! the gales arc as soft • As tho breathings of love j Wnorc the beams hiss tho waves, , w Afld;the;Waves kiss,tho beach, And. our wflrm;ljps:may catch Thu sweet lessons (hey teach. Como in boaujlftil dreams love, r . ! ; dhf cbWiej'hnd wo’lffly ■ i - Like two .winged spirits . .nr Oflovo through tho sky; - M WitU handclasped in build • -Oh our dromMviags we’ll go Where thcstarllght And moonlight ... Are blending (heir glow j ; And on brlghj.cjouds wo’H linger i. Ofpurplo and gold, ■■■• Till love, angels envy Tho bliss ihey.behold. 3sißttllnnmis. From iht N. F. People’ 3 Organ. li IT IS NOT HARD TO DIE.” DT MRS. M. A. DENISON •» Now, doctor,” Mid a sweet faced girl, look iiig with confidence Into the kind liico tlmi had bom over her often, “tell mo if there is any certainty that 1 shall ever recover I 1 think not t so you sue 1 am prepared for ill-tidings, and 1 am continually tormenting myself with the question. Will yon not bo candid with mo, dear Dr. Ellis ?” . , , “While there Is life”—commenced the doc tor, but tho frail young creature Interrupted him, saying j , _ 4 . ««No, no, doctor, that won't do; I must hove your professional opinion, and when 1 say that my soul’s happiness .for the romnaant of this lilej will bo affected by your decision, surely you will grant mo (ho request.” vn my ijfo tor you.” . , . For an.lnstant tho pMo lips quivered; but commanding horsolf, tho young girl said gently! "I want you to talk to mo of death —oi ray own death, tfhlch Is certain soon.” '*• My Amy!” was all tho mother could articu late j* tier voice scorned frozen by horror. m Yes-mother I for listen a moment,'it will make your poor child still moru willing to leave oarth, and:tind heaven. II you will talk dallj and cbcerfnlly of my passing away, If you will ■iurround (It? thought with cheerfulness, and make tho just struggle seem pleasant to me, this strange horror with which I regard It would fado away and my mind bo drawn more wholly to the bolter land. It may bo a sacrifice to you, my mother; but I shall learn to look forward to my doath-bed with calmness which I strive In vain to'do now. Will you try to do this, moth er t' Will you speak of It often ? Will you re ‘post ihO sweet words that dying saints have ’ spoken t Will you speak of tho smiles that ro '■pond upon tholr faces, until I can think cheer fully, and talk without reserve ol that change, a Von as 1 should Ho down, and pul my garments by* rdady to aUlromyaulf when 1 should awake In tho (air morning?.. Will you toll those who call to see mo.noror to shrink from speaking to ,mo_of death f ~WjNI ypu do tl la, my, mother!” Tlio ’matron promised,,ami retired to her chamber, to alied tears of anguish born of thU roqudit. Sho', too/ had longiolt (hat hot child muat did, but haa put afar on tho evil day. And In the;itreng(h.ofGod oho ,>6rfortj)od hur duty. Seven months had passed} and still gentle Amy lived!,' ; The fatal crimson burnt Ua death lire Into her cheek, arid hOr cyCS gToajnod with the atfribflash of disease} but about her swoof • Up* hovered a smllo;.sho had conquered the fcac o( tho king of 1 terrors* and dwelt upon her departure with almost okulting Joy, “ I know (hero wore: glories In tho! bright world above, that (ho Imagination cannot conceive of j yet i have shuddered from Infancy at death* Tho thought of dissolution, with its Icy chills and quivering breathmadb mo cold-tomy heart, and I strive to forgot jt butcqnnot. ■ Yet, slneo you} since, my mother,, alnoo all who know mo have hiadq It a familiar and a household yrord—cloth - ad It In beautiful Images—U has'boebmo lost terrible, tjll I’caq hold itiy hand to tilm who uti(. looks tho spirit, and say, “ Death whore Is thy etlngf** 1 , As sho spbko thus, a ray from tho sotting sun hnagod a crown of glory upon her folr brow. Her mother and friends at that moment entered. Hush 1° said tho pastor, with uplifted hands} ft nd they stood transfixed, With that last holy BY JOHN B. BRATTON. YOL 42. smile ho had marked an instantaneous change'; and, as ho bent forward through tho lips, so beautifully wreathed, there came no breath. “ Well might she exclaim,•“ Death, where is thy sting 7” said the pastor turning with tear (lllod eyes, “never saw I the king of terrors in so lovely a garb. How sweetly she sloops 1” Aye! sweetly still, in tho grave yard upon the hill side; and on the white shaft that bears her name, some lovely hand has chiseled : '< It is not hard to die I” [Translated Jromthc Courier des Elas-Umt for the JSrcwtng Post. J AX AXECDOTE OF JENNY LIND. After a dumb sojourn in Paris, Jenny Lind has gone to give concerts in London. English curs have no terror for her. Three weeks of si lence have oppressed her ; for after all, she is a woman, and, like all women she loves to talk ; but she wjII contrive to indemnify herself for it. A very pleasant anecdote is related of the journey of the nightingale, the scene of which is laid in Calais—some say Boulogne—but it matters little whether it bo Calais, Boulogne, Havre, or Dieppe. Here is the story: # Leaving Pans by rail, Jenny Lind arrives in the evening at the sea-coast, and for the sake of repose determines to pass the night there.— Great artists take very good care of themselves, and so the cantatricc will pass a comfortable night, and not cross the straits until the next morning. At Calais or Boulogne—her arrival is announced. There are distinguished ama teurs there, dilettante who will be delighted to hear the Swedish Nightingale; but the Night ingale is as dumb in the provinces as in Paris, Jenny Lind visits with her displeasure the de partments as well as the capitol, and has pla ced all France under her interdict. Poor France ! Among the provincial dilettants, arc some who pride themselves upon their skill and bold ness. Must they cross the straits to hear the nightingale in London ? Or what avail arc Ihdr nil and audacity, if they simply content themselves with making a journey, which any one can accomplish who has money and time to spare ? What a delightful thing it would be , to hear Jenny without paying a sons, or with- I out leaving the town, and to cause her to break j lr r obstinate resolution not to sing in France ! [ And what a triumph, could they succeed in their undertaking 1 But what hope is there of success ? Scarcely had the nightingale been installed in her apartments prepared for her when three gentlemen make their appearance. They dis regard the directions to admit no one, and en ter by authority. Their severe deportment, their mpjcstcriat air, and manners, cool and self-possessed, denote persons charged with business of importance. One of them address ing the nightingale, whom he accosts without any salutation* says, in a sharp and peremp tory tone : ‘Give me your passport, Madame.* Jenny Lind astonished but still faithful to her vow of silence while on French soil, surrenders her passport without a syllable. The gentleman having examined-It with a carefulness indica tive the most profound , distrust.remarks* Svftfi mingled with irpny: 'Oil,, wo are aware that you liavc neglected no precautions, and that you travel under an assumed name.*, •For whom do you lake me ?’ replies Jenny, compelled at last to speak. •Do not hope to deceive us. You sec that wc are well informed. A very clever female im postor who has been living in Pans for some time past, where she has deceived numberless dupes, having collected a considerable sum of money, is endeavoring to reach England.’ •Well, and perhaps you think— • That you arc the person—exactly so. Mad ame ; your features,person and general appear ance confonn exactly to the ucscriptions we have received. Our instructions are positive.’ The nightingale protests loudly and indig- nantly that she is Jenny Lind, but her angry explanations arc mol by the most ironical in credulity on the part of her visitors- The spokesman of the party inquires if she can find bail or establish her identity : but Jenny dues not know a soul in the place.* •Then, Madumo, wc must take you into cus- tody for the present.’ At these words the protestations of the great artist are redoubled in vigor, but are met by the following answer : •But, Mudatno there is a very simple way of confounding or convincing us. You pretend to be Jenny Lind—if you uro she, you have no need of procuring bail or witnesses, for you carry with you the distinguished proof of your Identity. Nothing is easier than to prove that you arc really tho great artist, a resplendent genius, a wonderful singer. I am enough a musician to decide tlial, and now gUc us the proofs.’ Tho argument was unanswerable, and tho Nightingale, in a dilcmna, hesitates before ac cepting the alternative offered her. •Ah. 1 was sure of it,’ replies the author of proposition : ‘you are confounded. Put ofl then this disguise, and cease to sully an illus trious name. • •Which is my own,.sir.’ •Very well madame ; but your protestations are of no avail if you arc unable to give us the proofs which wo require. It remains for us onlvrto execute our orders.’ •\Vell,’ exclaims the Nightingale, vanquish ed and resigned,‘if it must bo so, listen and judge yourselves.’ Then, after a moment’s pause to collect hcr- self, animated by tho certainty of tho effect which site is going to produce, and of the tr»- utnph which awaits her. she commences tho cavatina from “Nonna.” Her voice so pure, so melodious, so powerful, displays all its for* incr richness; the threo gentlemen aro in a slate of ccslaoy and delight. ‘Bravo! admirable! sublime!’ they exclaim os the last note is uttered. ‘Admirable! sub* liino!* ia repeated from tho adjoining apart ment, tho door of which opening, discovers sev eral other persons applauding vehemently. At the sight of these new hearers, Jenny discovers tho device practised to entrap her. •You must pardon us tins artifice,’ exclaim ed the culprits, 'and also tho discomfort wc have occasioned you, and tho restraint under which you have been placcdk However cnor mbus may have been'our error, we have not courage to' regret it, since it has been tho source of so much pleasure to us. Our excuse must rest in your renown, and our desire to listen to you; No one Is more competent than yourself to detcot tho vagaries of musical fkna tioismn You aro generous—you are charita ble—bo appeased, then, with the reflection that you have sung for a charitable object. Each of us pays a hundred IVaiikd for tho inestimable happiness that ho has‘oiijoyod; wo are ton,and tho whole will make a purse of a thousand francs, which wo shall to tho poor in your name., , . ' The culprits pleaded their cause so well and eloquently that they wore forgiven. Besides what .would have been the uso of being angry I Tho evil was irremediable and; the cantatrico could nut recall her notes. In spite of her se verity toward tho French public, Jcnhy 1 Lirid is a woman of spirit, amiable and warm heart- “OUR COUNTRY —MAY IT ALWAYS DE RIGIIT OR WRONG, OUR COUNTRY cd, and sho pardonded them. And this is the way in whicn tho amateurs of a provincial town hove succeeded in getting the start of Paris find have heard Jenny Lind sing. Friendship, Love and Truth. Friendship is found in honest hearts, Where love may bo unknown ; True love is found in purer hearts, Where virtue reigns alone. Friendship is joined with truth and love— Friendship is pure and true, •Blast with a radiance (Vom above, - It bears a heavenly hue. Pure love, tho angles’ blest delight, Pure and unsullied, too: II honor makes (he feature bright, Such love is pure and true. But love is oft an empty sound, The haughty fair one's pride, The name is seldom to be found When woes or ills betide. Truth lends to Heaven, to God alone, Whcio angels join in praise To Him wlm aiteth on the throne, Whoso reign is endless days. Truth purer than the pearly gem, Which decks a monarch’s crown, Its pure, its honest diadem, Its emblem all will own. Were Friendship, Love and Truth combined, 'Twould make a heaven arise, With Immortality ontwinod, Mount upward to the Skies. TDE SOLDIER’S BERDRN. AS AFFECTING BTORT. During our tedious passage to the North, I • remarked, among the steerage passengers, a , man who seemed to keep himself apart from the rest. Ho wore the unform of the Foot Ar- ‘ tillery, and sported a Corporal’s stripes. In ■ the course of the afternoon I stepped before the ■ funnel, and. entering into conversation with, , him. learned that he had been an invalid and sent home from Canada, had passed the board * at London, obtained 1 pension of a shilling a I day. and was returning to a border village, where he had been bom, to ascertain whether any of a family were living, from whom he had been separated for 19 years. He casually ad mitted that during this long interval he had held no communication with his relations; and 1 set him down accordingly ns some wild scape grace who had stolen away from home, whose happiness his follies hod compromised too of ten. He showed me his discharge: his charac ter was excellent—but it only went to prove how much men’s conduct will depend upon the circumstances under which they act. lie bad been 19 years a soldier—a man “under author ity”—obedient to another’s will—subservient to strict discipline, was scarcely a free agency for himself, and yet a contented and happy man. He returned home bis own master, and older by twenty years. Alas! ft was a'fatal freo agency for him* for time had not brought wisdom*. Thesleward told while Ida means nlloufcdUi'nadmi&sea h’pds-' Sflge bad bn the ufccccdmg evening come on bound when not a shilling remained to waste in drunken dissipation. I desired the poor roue should be supplied with some little comforts during the voyage—and when lauded at Berwick, gave him a trifling sum to assist him to reach his native village, where he bad obtained vague intelligence that some aged members of the family might still be found. A few evenings afterwards, I was sitting in the parlor of onu of the many little inns I visit ed while rambling on the banks of tho Tweed, when the waitress informed that a “soger was speckin’ after the Colonel.” Ho was directed to attend the presence. and my fellow voyager the Artillery man, entered the chamber, and made his military salaam. “I thought you were at Jedburg.” ••I went there, sir, but there had not been any of my family for many years residing In the place. I met an old packer on tho road. ; and he tells me there arc some persons in this village of my name. I came hero to make in ■ quirics, and hearing that your honor was in tbe hous»* I made bold to ask for you.” L “Have you walked over?” ’ “Yea, sir.” “ ’Tis a long walk. Go down and get some supper before you commence inquir- The soldier bowed and left the room, and presently the host entered to give mo some di rections for a rout among the Cheviots, which [ had contemplated to lake the following day. 1 mentioned the soldier’s errant. “Sure enough,” returned the host, “there nro auld docent couple of the name hero.— What is the sogers name? 1 ’ “William,” I replied; for by that name hla discharge and pension were filled up. “I’ll slip across the street to the old folks,” said Bonilaco, “and ask them a few ques- Lions.” The episode of humble life that followed was afterwards thus described bv my host. Uo found the ancient people seated at the fire, the old man rending a chapter in his Bible, as was his custom always before he and his aged partner retired for the night to rest. Thu landlord explained the object of the soldier's visit, and enquired if any of her children answered the description of the wan derer. “It is our Jack!" exclaimed tho old woman, passionately; “and the pure ne’er do. wtel has come to close his poor mother’s eyes.” “No.” said the landlord, “tho man’s name is Wolly.” “Then he’s na our bairn,” returned the old man with a heavy Sigh* “Wecl, Wccl—tils will be done!” said his helpmate, turning her blue and faded eyes to heaven: “I thought the prayer I sooften made wud bo granted, and Jock wud come hamoand get my blessin’ ere I died.” “He has! ho has!” exclaimed a broken voice and the soldier, who had (bltowcd the host un perceived, and listened at tho cottage door, rushed into the room and dropped kneeling at his mother’s feet. For a moment she fixed her eyes with a glassy stare upon tho wanderer. — tier hand was laid upon his hold—her lips parted as if to pronounce tho promised bless ing—but no Mound issued, and sho slowly leaned forward on the bosom of the long lost prodigal, who olasped her in his anus. “Mithcr! blither! speak and bless me!" Alas! the power of speech was gone forever! Joy, like grief, is often fatal to a worn-out frame. The spirit had calmly passed away—the pa rent had lived to see and bless her , lost son, and expire in tho anna of one, who, with all his faults, appeared to have been her earthly favorite. —Eighth Period . ln a certain court of iustiooin Vermont, a very stupid deputy sheriff, or oricr, fna or* dered to call tho defendant, or the oauso would proceed ex parte . Npt understanding tho moan ing of the words tx parte, ho upset his own disli, by aoylng that it would proceed the next fair H£.t>f o rtk>d (6 yon,' nor with a maaic of dissimulation upon his brow—but with a candid demeanor, plain deal ing and few or no professions. Unlike the “art ful dodger,” who is your seeming friend to ac commodate his own selfish purposes, the hon est man is charry of his compliments, and would “not flatter Neptune for his trident, nor Jovo for his-power to thunder.” Hois readier to grant you favors than to receive them, and bestow grociously bis smiles. Men must aspect enemies just in the propor tion that they arc thriving. “Envy, hatred, and malice, and all uncharilablencss,” are, weeds of rank growth in the soil of the present 1 times. There arc enough of mean souls at eve-1 ry step taken in the path of life who would like ! to prevent your success ; and they hale you as long as you prosper: if for no other reason, simply because they arc not excelling you in your labor and your prosperity. It were of little use to heed them or their efforts : the sure I and best way to triumph is to live down their I petty slanders and calumnies. Such enemies I arc cowards, and they hale you because they fear you. The true motto for men is, to do right and let the consequences take care of themselves It is all sheer vanity to strive to accommodate yourself at every point to tho whims and no tions of some other persons, and try to square your ideas to please this or that sect nr party On tho score of mere personal gain alone, you must inevitably be the loser; and once losing sight of your integrity and independence you become Inc slave of petty tyrants and make for yourself burdens heavy to be borne. Do right—though you have enemies. Von cannot escape them by doing wrong. And it is little gain to barter away your honor and in tegrity, and divest yourself of moral courage, to gain what ? Nothing. Better abide by the truth—frown down all opposition, and rejoice in the feeling which must inspire a free ami in dependent man. Amcriron Humor In a Icctu eon this Rubied, lately, a New 1 Englander, whoso name we have forgotten,gave the following illustration ; •* As the usual occupants of the bar room.at Andover, were silting about the fire in the ev ening—each with his cigar and gloss of suspi cious looking liquor m his hand —there entered a farmer from the ‘North Parish.’ with the air ' of a man who had much on his mind to com- I municato. -Ye'd ought to n’ben over to tha ‘North Parish’this morin’,” said he, •there was a little the wust fire, I guess, that thev’vo had for twenty years in Essex county. Pet lingoU's now barn’s burnt down flattcr’n Jeru salem. Pcttmgell, ho was oft’ down to New bnryport with a load o’ hay—and they came a white owl and lit there on the end o’ the barn. Well, that air wild Irish Paddy he’s had over l) lcru —j don’t see no use o’ havin’ no sech good for notin’ shout remind—ho went and got oat PettlngeU’s 010 king’s arm to shoot him— jest to please the children—jcUl foolishness . Well, they expect some o’ the waddiu' went up Into Uio.barn window, cut’ the hay—enny how’n ’bout half *n hour the barn bust out all , in a light blaze—burnt up mor’n twenty ton o j English hay. and much as sixteen or seventeen : cows, and three o’ Pcttingell’s horses—they didn’t got out but jest one old critter, and no alnt good for nothin’ —burnt the rest on cm all up clean. Pcltingell, ho got homo rile In the middle on’t—they aint no Insurance, and ho s moat crazy ’bout it—he’s ben a taken on wnss than over I see —I’ve ben up there a try in to cheer him up, but ho feels drrfllo bad, I tell you. ’ When this circumstantial narrative was concluded, there was a general silence—the re sult probably of sympathy for Mr. Pcttingcll, and of speculation, perhaps, upon the singular-1 Ity of the accident which had led to his loss, Ailcr the lapse of several minutes, howcvcr.tho pause was broken by a dull, frosty-faced old follow, who had been staring intently at the ooals over since the speaker had llnishcd. look ing up with an, ah yet, unsatisllod expression of face, lie fnquircd.-**»“frclf, did they k\H the otr/»” AT S2.OU I»ER ANNUM, NO. 33 TUB EXECUTION OF ANDRE. The following account of Andre’s cxoculiort, is one of the most minute and interesting that we have ever read. It was furnished to Mr. William G. Hacselbarth, of Rockdale county, the history of which he is engaged in writing. It was taken down from the lips uf a soldier In Col. Jeduthan Baldwin’s regiment, a part of which was stationed a short distance from where poor Andre sudered : ‘•Oneofourmen.who.se name was Arm strong. being one of the oldest and best work men at his trade in the regiment, was selected Urmak'c his coffin, which he did, and painted it black, as was the custom at that period 'll this time Andre was confined in what was called the Old Dutch Church—a small . stone building with only one door and closely A Bath in tub Black Sba.—l proposed d guarded by six sentinels. bath, for Ihe sake of experiment, but Francois I “When the hour appointed for his execution endeavored to dissuade us. Ho had tried it; arrived, which was 2 o’clock in the afternoon. Q,ul nothing could be more disagreeable ; WO’ a guard of three hundred men were paraded at risked getting a fever, and, there were four the place of his confinement. A kind of pro- hours of dangerous travel yet before UB. But cession was formed by the guard in single file by ibis time we were half Uridressed, and -Won ■on each side of the road, fit front were a large " vre floating m the bituminous waves. Thp number of American officers of high rank on bench was fine gravel, and shelved gradually horseback. These were followed by a wagon |down. 1 kept my turban on my hebd, and was containing Andre's coffin, then a large number (careful 10 avoid touching the water with tty of officers oil foot, with Andre in their midst. I bice. The sen was moderately warm and grate “ The procession wound slowly up a moder- j fully soft and soothing to the Skin. It‘wiS alcly rising ground about n quarter of a mile ! ■■‘'possible to sink : and L‘Vcn when swimming to the west. On the lop was a field without the body rase half out of the water. I should any enclosure ; and on this was a very high- »t possible to dive for a short atsUtacfc, gallows, made by setting up two poles or crot- but should prefer that some one else would try chets. and laying a pole on the top. the experiment. “The wagon that contained the coffin was With a log of wood for a pillow, one might drawn directly under the gallows. In a short s b*cp as on one of the patent mattresses. The lime Andre stepped into the hind end of the taste °f the water Is salt and pungent, and wagon, then on his coffin, took ofl his hat. and ' “rings the tongue like saltpetre. Wd Wertd laid it down : then placed his hands upon his bilged to dress in haste, without evtn wiping hips, and walked very uprightly back and , ol1 ‘ the detestable liauid; yet I experienced a forth as far as the length of the wagon would verv little of that discomfort which most trav permi l. at the same lime casting Ins eyes up to tilers have remarked. Where the skin -had the pole over his head and the whole scenery J been previously bruised, there was a slight by which he was surrounded. j smarting sensation, and my body felt damtny “He was dressed in a complete British uni- glutinous but the bath was rather refresh fonn. His coat was of the brightest scarlet. t mg than othc< wise. —Bayard Toy lor s Travels, faced and trimmed with the most beautiful 1 green. His under clothes, vest and breeches ' were bright bn O'; he had a long and beautiful head of hair, which, agreeably lo thu fashion, 1 was wound with a black ribbon ami hung down , his back. I “Not many minutes alter he took his stand I upon the coffin, the executioner stepped into I the wagon with a halter In his hand, on one , end of which was what the soldiers in those . days called “a hangman's knot.” which ho at tempted to put around the neck of Andre ; but 1 by a sudden movement of his hand tins was prevented. 1 | ‘‘Andre now took off the handkerchief from Ibis neck, unpinned his stiii' collar, and delib erately took the cord of the halter, put it over | his head, and placed the knot directly under, his right oar, and drew it very snugly to his neck. He then took from his coat pocket a handkerchief, and lied it before his eyes, This done, the officer, who commanded spoke m ra ther a loud voice and said ■ "Ifis arms must be tied.” I’Andra at* onco polled,down the bOndker •chicf which bo bad Just tied over In's eyes, and ' drew from his pocket n second ono,-which ho gave to the executioner, and then replaced his handkerchief. ■•llia arms at this time* were just tied above the elbow, and behind ihc back. ■•The rope was then made fast to the pole over-head. The wagon was suddenly drawn from under the gallows, whicti together with the length of the rope, gave him most a tre mendoiis swing back and forth ; but in a few moments he hung entirely still. “Ihiring the whole transaction ho seemed ns little daunted as John Rogers when he was about to be burnt at (he stake, although his countenance was rather pale. ■•He remained hanging from twenty to thir ty minutes,and during that tune the chambers of death were never stiller than the multitude by whom he was surrounded. Orders were given to cut the rope and take him down with out letting him fall T**is was done, and his body carefully laid on the ground •‘Shortly after the guard was withdrawn and the spectators were permitted to come forward to vn w the corpse ; but the crowd was so great that t was some lime before I could gel an op portunity. When I was able to do this his coat, vest, and breeches had been taken ofl, ami his body laid in the coflln covered by some underclothes. The lop of the codin was not put on. “I viewed the corpse more carefully than I had ever done that of any other human being before. His head was very much on the side, in consequence of the manner in which the hal ter had drawn upon his neck. Ills face ap peared to be greatly .swollen and very black.re semblmg a high degree of mortification. It was a most shocking sight to behold. “There were, at this lime standing at the foot of the coflln, two young men of uncommon short stature. Their dress was extremely gau dy One of them had the clothes just taken 1 from Andie hanging on his arm. I look par ticular pains to lenrn who they were, and was | informed that they were his servants sent up from New York to take care of Ins dollies— but what other business I dal not feani. “I now tnrmil to takes view of the execu tioner. who wits stiff standing by one of the posts of the gallows. I walked near enough to In in to have laid my hand on his shoulder, I mid looked him diierlly in the face. He ap peared to Ik* a Iron t twenty-five years of age: (us beard of some two weeks growth : ond Ins whole face covered « ith what appeared to me to have been taken from the outside of a grea sy pot. A moru frightful creature I never be held. His whole countenance bespoke him to ho a fit instrument for the business be had been doing. “I remained uj>on the ground until scarcely twenty persons were left : but the coflln was still beside the grave, which had previously been dug. “I returned to my lent with my mind deeply imbued with the shocking scene which I hud been called to witness.” A Waooish Chaplain.— The Fnlnnount Vir ginian sft,va (ho Uov. Henry Clay Doan, tho present Chaplain to tho United Status Senate, wns somo years ago ft resident of Northwestern Virginia. While preaching, one dtty, at a| church situated a Tew miles from Fairmount, he was annoyed by tho Inattention of his congro. gallon, qn nmnitustod in turning their Itunds to soo everybody who came in. “Brethren,” said lie, “it is very ditllcuU to preach, when thus in terrupted. Now, do yon listen to mo, and I will tell you tho namu of every man as ho enters tho church.” Of course (his remark attracted universal attention. Presently some one enter ed. “Brother William Satterlluld I” called out Itho preacher, while that “ brother” was aston ished beyond measure, and endeavored In vain to guosa what was tho matter. Another per*™ camo In. “Brother Joseph Mlllorl”bawh-d tho preacher, with a like result t and so, ’ In othor cum. Altai » ivhllo H>« I worn nltmced nt honrllig tho ,irro«h. r <■ » ' 1 ilc loud voice—« A litllo old iii«ii ""H " blu “ ! ml™ nd .Vhlta I,ld on I Don’l know "Ho Ho 1.1 I Von may look for yourselves. New Business. 1 We beard a pretty good one the Other day, which we think merits a wider Oirtulation than it has got. The story runs, that seme Kriti est-faced Hoosier, (rent into a fKnCy store io Cincinnati, in hunt of a situation. The pro prietor, or head clerk, was sitting irtbiscoant mg-room, with his feet coaifortably erdbked tip on a table, and contemplating human llfo thro* the softening influence of cigar smoke. Our Hoosier friend addressed him modestly OS fol lows: ‘Do you want to hire a hand about your es tablishment, sir?” The clerk looked up indifferently, but seeing his customer, concluded to have some fun out of him, so ho answered very briskly, at the same time pulling out a largo and costly hand kerchief and blowing his nose in it: ‘Yes, sir; what sort of a situation do you want?’ ‘Well,’ said the Hoosier,'l’m not particular; I’m out of work, and almost anything’ll do me for a while.’ ‘Yes, well, I can give you a situation if ll will suit you.’ •What is it? What’s to bo done, and what do you give?’ inquired the Other. • VVell,’ was the answer, ‘I front hands to chaw rags into paper, and if you arc willing tb set in, you can begin at once.’ ‘Good as wheat!' exclaimed the Hoosier; ‘hand over the roga.* ‘Here, take this handkerchief,and comroeudb with that.’ Hoosier saw the sell and quietly putting the handkerchief into his pocket, remarked as hb turned to go out; 'When I get it chaired, strnngef, PH fttch it back I .' Jonathan's Hunting Expedition.— “ Did you ever hear of the scrape I and uncle Zeikel hod ducking on’t on the Connecticut Hrcr ?” naked Jonathan Timbcrlocs. while amusing his old Dutch hostess, who had agreed to entertain him in consideration of a bran new milk pan. •No. I never did—do tell it.’ •Well, you must know that I and uncloZckc took it into our heads to go a gunning artOr ducks, in father’s skiff: so in wo got and scull* od down the river : a proper sight of ducks Hew backward and forward,l tell ye, and bitne by a few of them lit down on the marsh and went to feeding on muacds. 1 catchcd Up my pnwder-hum to prime, and it slipped right out of my hand and sunk to the bottom of the rtT“ Ur. The water was amazingly clear, and I could sec it on the bottom. Now. I couldn’t swim a jot. so I bcz to unde Zekc, you're a pretty clever fellow— just let me take your powder horn to prime ; and don't you think the stingy critter wouldn’t. Well, sez I,you’re a pretty good direr, and if you’ll divo and, get if, IU girfryou » pfrmia'. •I thought he’d leave his powder bom. but he didn’t, but stuck it in Ins pocket, find down he wcht: and there he staid. Here the old lady opened fief Cj'cs with Won der. and* pause of some time ensued, when Jonathan added— 'I looked down, and what do you think tho critter was doing ?* exclaimed the old woman, I donl know.’ ‘There he was. a sitting right on the bot tom of the river, pourin’out of uiy bbrh' in’ttf his’n !’ A Romantic Incidbst —A soldier who was present at the capturft of Sebastopol, relates, in a letter to his friends, the following romantic story “A party of men. belonging to dioercnt regi ments. More pnlroling from house to house* in search of plunder. In one of the housed thty mine across a beautiful young female, about semi teen or eighteen years of age. Of coursfc, some ignoi ancc was shown amongst the party* who commenced to drag her about, and would have mod violence to her. had not a yoarlg man threatened to blow the first man’s brainfl out that laid a finger on her, whereupon tht> voting woman Hew in this man, end clung tO him fur protection. She followed him all the wav bark to the camp, when coming in sight of Ins camp he beckoned her to return—but no, she would not leave him. Whether she bad fallen in love with him at first sight I don’t know, but she came to camp with him. As soon as he got there lie was confined for being absent when the regiment wna under arms.— She followed him to the guard lent, and cried after him. The colonel of his regiment, seeing the affection she bore him. released him. ana sent them both to (Jen. Harris, where an inter preter was got. and r)k related the whole affair l« them, ft turned out that she was a gener ala daughter, with some thousands. She was beautifully attired, and carried a gold watch, and won- a set of bracelets of immense value. The voting man is about to be married (6 her. .Site will not leave him upon any account what fitr, and if lie is not a lucky dog, I don't know nhuis” A Fasiiionaulk Ciiuncii in Nbw Yotik.—lf • -Fanny Fern’* did not write tho following, wo do not know who did : “You enter the church poarcb. The portly sexton, with his thumbs in the onn holes oflits vest, meets you ait tho door. lie glanoct at yon; your hat and coal are new, so hft gfacl ouhlv escorts you to an eligible scat in the broad aisle. Closely behind you fallows * poor, meek, plainly-clad seamstress, deprived, from her tread mil) round, to think, one day in seven, of the Immortal! The sexton is Strpck with sudden blindness! Sho stypds embar rassed one moment: then, as the truth dawnS upon her, retraces her steps, and, with serin* son blush, recrosscs the threshold which she has profaned richer pkbean feet. Hark to the organ. It is a strain from Norroa .slightly Sabhathizcd. Now the worshippers ono after another glide in-—silks rallft—plumes wave-- satin glistens-—diamonds glitter—nnd scores of I $4O handkerchiefs shako out their pcrfbnlM I odors. What nn absurdity to preach the Ooa* pel of tho lowly Nasarino to such a set. 1 Th« clergyman knows belter than to do so. ■ values his fut salory and handsome nareonage • 100 Highly. 80, will. « velvet Irau), wafts [ nil n round Hie .tan oomniandinails-jd«CM the 5 downiest pillow under the dying prolhfcale,« 1 Hcnil-nmi Usher* Win. with sciwplno hymning, : into the tipper-ten 2 leaven. Onini.vAi. Kno.Pß.—lf » child elionldsvr,!- low. by Occident, nny.liing poisonous, n go«l emetic may he obtained from tho rust oi old iron. Perhaps |t would be safer to cram down the infant's throat “ft wise Wtw” or ft rusty proverb. £7” Tho reputation of many men depend OW tho number of their friends.