Site i'ancastir Jlutelluicuccr. VOL. LX. THE - LANCASTER INTELLIGENCER. PUBUSEXD SVEBT fOZBDAZ, AT HO. 8 NORTH DUKE gTRSXT, BT GEO. SANDERSON, TERMS SOBacaiPHOjr.—'Two Dollars per annum, payable in ad* vance. No subscription discontinued until nil arrearages are paid, unless at tbe option of the Editor. AttfiansEHE.vT?. —Advertisements, not exceeding one square, (12 lines,) will be inserted three times for one dollar, and twenty-five cents for each additional inser tion. Those of a greater length in proportion. Joe Pbihtiho—Sach as Hand Bills, Posters, Pamphlets, Blanks, labels, Ac., Ac., executed with accuracy and at the shortest notice. WORDS FOR MUSIC. Pare thee well—we part forever 1 All regrets are now in vain ! Fate decrees that we most sever, Ne er to meet on earth again. Other akies will bend above thee, Other hearts may seek thy ahrine, Bat no other e'er will love thee With the constancy of mine. Yet farewell—we part forever! All regreta are now In vain I Fate decrees that we mast sever, Ne’er to meet on eartb again. Fare thee well! Like the shadow on tbe dial Lingers still our parting kiss ! Life has no severer trial, Death no pang to equal this. All the world in now before thee, Every clime to roam at will. Bat wi Ilia the land that bore thee. Onefoad heart will love thee still, Yet farewell—we part forever! All regretw are now in vain ! Fate deoreen that we must sever, Ne'er to meet on earth again Fare thee weil ! THE HIDDEN HAND BY EMMA D. E. N. SOUTHWORTH, AUTHOR OP “THE BRIDE OF AN EVENING,” '‘THE DESERTED WIFE,” ETC., ETC., ETC. CHAPTER I.— The Nocturnal Visit. * • * Whence is that knocking ? How Is’t with me when every *>mu'l h|>im.U inn ? * • * I hear a knockout? In tbe Konih entry! Hark ! mor-* knocking ! . Shakbspeark. Hurricane Hall is a large old family mansion, built of dark, red sandstone, in one of the loneliest and wildest of the mountain regions of Virginia. The estate is surrounded on three sides by a range of steep, gray rocks, spiked with clumps of dark evergreens, and called, from its horseshoe form, the Devil’s Hoof. On the fourth side the ground gradually de scends in broken rock and' barren soil to the edge of the wild mountain stream known as the Devil’s Run. When storms and floods were high, the loud roaring of the wind through the wild mountain gorges, and the terrific raging of the torreut over its rocky course, gave to this savage lo cality its ill-omened names of Devil’s Hoof, Devil’s Run and Hurricane Hall. Major Ira Warfield, the lonely proprietor of the Hall, wa3 a veteran officer, who, in disgust at what he supposed to be ill-requited services, had retired from public life to spend the even ing of his vigorous age on this his patrimoni al estate. Here he lived in seclusion, with his old fashioned house keeper, Mrs. Condiment, and his old family servants and his favorite dogs and horses. Here hi 3 mornings were usually spent in the chase, in which he excelled, and his afternoons and evenings were occupied in small convivial suppers among his few cho en companions of the chase or the bottle; In person Major Warfield was tall and strongly built, reminding one of some old iron limbed Douglas of the olden time. His fea tures were large and harsh ; his complexion dark red, as that of one bronzed by long expo sure and flushed with strong drink. His fierce, dark gray eyes were surmounted by thick, heavy blaok brows, that, when gathered into a frown, reminded one of a thunder oloud, as the flashing orbs beneath them did of light ning. His hard, harsh face was surrounded by a thick growth of iron-gray hair and beard that met beneath his chin. His usual habit was a blaok cloth coat, orimson vest, black leather breeches, long, black yarn stockings,' fastened at the knees, and morocco slippers with silver buttons. In character Major Warfield was arrogant, domineering and violent—equally loved and feared by hia faithful old family servants at home—disliked and dreaded by his neighbors and acquaintances abroad, who, partly from his house and partly from his character, fixed upon him the appropriate nickname of Old Hurricane. There was, however, other ground of dislike besides that of his arrogant mind, violent tem per and domineering habits. Old Hurricane was said to be an old bachelor, yet rumor whispered that there wa9 in some obsoure part of the world, hidden away from human sight, a deserted wife and child, poor, forlorn and* heartbroken. It was further whispered that the elder brother of Ira Warfield had mysteri ously disappeared, and not without some sus picion of foul play on the part of the only per son in the world who had a strong interest in his “taking off.” However these things might be, it was known for a certainty that Old Hur ricane had an only sister, widowed, sick and poor, who with her son dragged on a wretched life of ill-requited toil, severe privation and painful infirmity, in a distant city, unaided, unsought and uncared for by her cruel brother, It was the night of the last day of October. 1845. The evening had closed in very dark and gloomy. About dusk the wind arose in the northweast, driving up masses of leaden hued clouds, and in a few minutes the ground was oovered deep with and the air was filled with driving sleet. (. As this was All Hallow Eve, the dreadful inclemenoy of the weather <£id not prevent the negroes of Hurricane Hall from availing them selves of their oapricious old master’s permis sion, and going off in a body to a banjo break down held in the'negro quarters of their next neighbor. Upon this evening, then, there was left at Hurricane Hall only Major Warfield, Mrs. Condiment, his little old housekeeper, and Wool, his body servant. Early in the evening the old hall was shut up closely, to keep out as much as posible the sound of the storm that roared through the mountain chasms and cannonaded the walls of the house as ifdeterminedjto force an entrance. As soon as she had seen that all was safe, Mrs. Condiment went to bed and went to sleep. It was about ten o’clock that night that Old Hurricane, well wrapped up in his quilted flannel dressing gown, sat in his well padded easy chair before a warm and bright fire, taking his comfort in his own most comfortable bed room. This was the hour of the coziest en joyment to the self-indulgent old Sybarite, who dearly loved his own ease. Very comfortable was Old Hurricane ; and as he toasted his feet and sipped his punch, while his black servant, Wool, applied the warming-pan to his cozy oouoh, he-fairly hugged himself for enjoyment, afid declared that nothing under heaven would or could tempt him to leave that room and that house and go out into that storm on that night. Just as he had oome to this emphatio determination he was startled by a violent ringing of the door-bell Ordering Wool to go and see-what was the hastily arrayed himself in his sleeping habiliments and jumped into bed, determined not to be intruded upon, ! or to be called out of his room on any account j whatever. At this moment Wool reappeared. “ Shut the door, you villain I Do you intend to stand there holding itopen on me all night?’ vociferated the old man. Wool hastily closed the offending portals, and hurried to his master’s side. “ Well, sir, who was it rung the bell ?” “Sar, de Reverend Mr. Parson Goodwin, and he says how he must see you yourse’f, per sonally, alone 1” “ See me, you villian 1 Didn’t you tell him that I had retired ?” “ Yes, Marse, I tell him how* yon were gone to bed and asleep morne’n an hour ago, and he ordered me to come wake you up, and Bay how it were a matter of life and death 1” * * Life and death ? What have I to do with life and death ? I won’t stir 1 If the, parson wants to see me he will have to come np here and see me in bed.” “Mos* I fetoh him reverenoe up, sar ? M 1 Ysa, I wouldn’t get up and go down to see —Washington—shut the door, yon rascal 1 or I’ll throw the bootjack at your wooden head I” Wool obeyed with alacrity and in time to escape tbe threatened misssile. After an absence *Ol a few minutes be was beard returning, attending upon tbe footsteps of another. And tbe next minute be entered, ushering in the Rev. Mr. Goodwin, the parish minister of Bethlehem, St. Mary’s. “ How do yon do ? How do yon do ? Glad to see yon, sir! glad to see yon, though obliged to receive yon in bed ! Fact is, I caught a cold with this severe change of weather, and took a warm negus and went to bed to sweat it off! You’ll excase me I Wool, draw that easy chair up to my bedside for worthy Mr. Goodwin, and bring him a glass of warm negns. It will do him good after his cold ride.” “ I thank yon Major Warfield ! I will take the seat bat not the negns, if yon please, to night.” “Not the negns ! Oh come now yon are joking! Why it will keep you from catching cold, and be a most comfortable nightcap, dis posing yon to sleep an i sweat like a baby! Of course yon spend the night with ns ?” “ I thank yon, no ! I'must take the road again in a few minutes.” “ Take the road again to night! Why, man alive ! it is midnight, and the snow driving like all Laoland.” “Sir, lam sorry to refuse your proffered hospitality and leave yonr comfortable roof to night, and sorrier still to have to take yon with me,” said the pastor, gravely” “ Take ME with yon! No, no, my good sir ! no, no, that is too good a joke—ha ! ha !” “Sir, I fear that yon will find it a very seri ous one ! Your servant told you that my er rand was one of imminent urgency ?” “ Yes, something like life and death .” “Exactly—down in the cabin, near the Punch Bowl, there is an old woman dying .” “ There, I knew it. I was just saying there might be an old woman dying. But, my dear sir, what’s that to me ? What oau Ido ?” “ Hamanity sir, would prompt yon.” “ But, my dear sir, how can I help her ? I am not a physician to prescribe .” “ She is far past a physician’s help.” “ Nor am I apriest tohearherconfession—.” “ Her confession God has already received.” “Weil, and I’m not a lawyer to draw up her will.” “ No, sir; bat you are recently appointed one of the Justices of the Peace for Alleghany.” “Yea; well, what of that. That does not comprise the duty of my getting up out of my warm bed and going through a snow storm to ~see an old woman expire.” “ Excuse me for insisting, sir; but this is an official duty,” said the parson, mildly but firmly. “I’ll—l’ll throw np my commission to-mor row,” growled the old man. “To-morrow yon may do that, bat mean while, to-night, being still in the commission of the peace, yon are bound to get up and go with me to this woman’s bedside.” “ And what the demon is wanted of me there ?” “ To receive her dying deposition.” •‘ To receive a dying deposition ! Good Heav en ! was she murdered, then ?” exclaimed the old mAn, in alarm, as he started out of bed and began to draw on his neither garments. “ Be composed—she was not murdered,’isaid the pastor. “ Well, then, what is it ? Dying deposition! It must concern a crime,” exclaimed the old man, hastily drawing on his coat. “ It does concern a crime.” “ What crime, for the love of heaven ?” “I am not at liberty to tell you. She will do that.” “ Wool, go down and rouse np Jehu, and tell him to put Parson Goodwin’s mule in the sta ble for the night. And tell him to put the black dranght-horse3 to the close carriage, and light both the front lanterns—for we shall have a dark, stormy road Shut the door, you in fernal ! —I beg your pardon, parson, but .that villain always leaves the door ajar after him.” The good parson bowed gravely ; and the major completed his toilet by the time the ser vant returned and reported the carriage ready: “ To the Devil’s Punch Bowl”—was the or der given by Old Hurricane as he followed the minister into the carriage. “ And now, sir,” he continued, addressing his companion, “I think yon had better repeat that part of the church litany that prays to be delivered from ‘ battle, murder and sudden death for if we should be so lucky as to escape Black Donald and his gang, we shall have at least an equal chance of being upset in the darkness of these dreadful mountains.” “ A pair of saddle mules would have been a safer conveyance, certainly,’’ said the minister. Old Hurricane knew that, but though a great sensualist, he was a brave man, and bo he had rather risk his life in a close carriage than suf fer cold upon a sure-footed mule’s back. After many delays and perils, the pastor and Old Hurricane arrived at their destination’ .called the Witch’s Hat or Old Hat’s Cabin. In one corner of the hut, on a ragged couch, lay a gray-haired and emaciated woman, evi dently near unto death. On being informed that a magistrate had arrived, she insisted on everybody else leaving the room, as she would speak with him alone. Her request having been complied with, Old Hurricane drew from his pocket a Bible, administered the oath, and then said: ‘ ‘ Now then, my good soul begin—‘the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the iruth,’ you know. But first your name ?” “ Is it possible you don’t know me, master?” “Not I, in faith !” “ For the love of heaven, look at me and try to recollect me, sir ! It is necessary some one authority should be able to know me,” said the woman, raising her haggard eyes to the face of her visitor. The old man adjusted his spectacles and gave her a scrutinizing look, exclaiming at in tervals— “Lord bless my soul! it is! it aint! it must! it can’t be! Granny Grewell—the— the—the—midwife that disappeared from here some twelve or thirteen years ago ?” “Yes, master, I am Nancy Grewell, the ladies’ nurse, who vanished from sight so mysteriously some thirteen years ago!” re plied the woman. " Heaven help our hearts! And for what crime was it you ran away? Come—make a clean breast of it, wQman! You have nothing to fear in doing so, for yon are past the arm of earthly law now! “ I know it, master.” “ And the best way to prepare to meet the Divine Judge is to make all the reparation that you can by a full confession !” “ I know it, sir—if I had committed a crime; but I have committed no crime, neither did I run away.” “ What ? what ? what ?—What was it then ? Remember, witness, you are on your oath l” “I know that, sir, and I will tell the truth, but it must be in my own way.” At this moment a violent blast of wind and hail roared down the mountain side and rattled against the walls, shaking the witch’s hut, as if it would have shaken it about their ears. It was a proper overture to the tale that was about to be told. Conversation was impossi ble until the storm raved past and was heard dying in d®Bp reverberating echoes from the depths of the Devil’s Punch Bowl. “It is some thirteen years ago,” began Gran ny Grewell, “upon such a night of storm as this, that I was mounted on my old mule Mol ly, with my saddle-bags full of dried yarbs, and stilled waters and sich, as I alias carried when I was out ‘tendin’ on the siok. I was on my way a-going to see a lady as I was sent for to tend.” Well, master! I’m not shamed to Bay,as I never was afraid of man, beast, nor spirit! and never stopped at going out all hours of the night, through the most lonesomest roads if so be I was called upon to do. Still I must say that jest as me and Molly, my mule, got into the deep, thick, lonesome woods as stands round the old Hidden House in the hollow, I did feel queerißh; ‘case it was the dead hour of night, and it was said how strange 1 things were seen and heam, yes and done too, in that dark deep lonesome place. I Been how even my mule Molly felt queer too, by the way she stuck up her ears, stiff as quills. So, partly to keep up my own spiritß, and partly to cour age her, says I, ‘Molly,’ says I ‘what are you areard on? Be a man, Molly!’ But Molly stepped out oautious, andprioked up her long ears All the same. 6 “THAT COUNTRY IS THE MOST PROSPEROUS WHERE LABOR COMMANDS THE GREATEST REWARD.” —BUCHANAN. LANCASTER CITY, PA., TUESDAY MORNING, FEBRUARY 15; 1859. “ Well, master, it was so dark I couldn’t see a yard past Molly’s ears, and the path was so narrow and the bashes so thick we could hardly get along; bat just as we came to the little creek as they calls the Spout, cause the water jumps and jets along till it empties into the Punch Bowl, and jnst as Molly was cau tiously putting her fore foot into the water, out starts two men from the boshes and seizes poor Molly’s bridle!” “ Good heaven !” exclaimed Major Warfield. “ Well, master, before I could cry out, one of them wiUians seized me by the scruff of my neck, and with the other hand on my month he says: “Be silent, yon old fool, or I’ll blow your brains out!” “ And then master, I saw for the first time that their faces were covered over with black orape. I couldn’t a-screamed if they’d let me, for my breath was gone and my senses were going along with it from the fear that was on me. “ 1 Dont’t straggle, come along quietly and on shall not be hurt,’ says the man as had y oke before. sp“ Struggle! I couldn’t a-stmggled to a-saved y soul! I couldn’t speak ! I couldn’t breathe! mliked to have a dropped right offen Molly’s back. One on ’em says, says he : ‘“Give her some brandy!’ And t’other takes out a flask and pats it to my lips and says, says he: ‘ Here, drink this.’ “ Well, master, as he had me still by the scruff o’ the neck I couldn’t do no other ways but open my mouth and drink it. And as soon as I took a swallow my breath come back and my speech. And oh, gentlemen,’ says I, ‘ef it’s ‘yonr' money or your life’ yonr mean, I haint it about me 1 ’Deed ’clare to the Lord-a-mighty I haint! it’s wrapped np in an old cotton glove in a hole in the plastering in the chimney-corner at home, and ef you’ll spare my life, you can go there and get it,’ says I. “ ‘ You old blockhead,’ says they, ‘ we want neither one nor t’other! Come along quietly and yon shall receive no harm. But at the first cry or attempt to escape this shall stop yon!’ Aod with that the willain held the mizzle of a pistol so nigh to my nose that I smelt brimstone, while t’other one bonnd silk handkercher ’round my eyes, and then took poor Molly’s bridle and led her along. I conld’nt see, in course, and I dissint breathe for fear o’ the pistol. But I skid my prayers to myself all the time. “ Well, master, they led the mule on down the path, until we corned to a place wide enough to turn, when they turned ns ’round and led ns back outen the wood, and then round and round, and up and down, and cross ways and length ways, as ef they didn’t want me to find where they were taking me. “ Well, sir, whan they’d walk about in this ’fused way, leadin’ of the mule about a mile, 1 kuew we was in the woods again—the very same woods and the very same path—l know ed by the feel of the place and the sound of the bashes, as we hit. np against them each side, and also by the rumbling of the Spout as it tumbled along toward the Punch Bowl.— We went down, and down, and down, and lower, and lower, and lower, until we got right down in the bottom of that hollow. “ Then we stopped. A gate was opened. I put up my hand to raise the handkerchief, and see where I was ; but, jnst at that minute, I felt the mizzle o’ the pistle like a dug of ice right agin my right temple, and the willain growling into my ear: “ ‘ If you do !’ ” “ But I didn’t—l dropped my hand down as if I had been shot, and afore I had seen any tthing either. So we went through the gate, and up a gravelly walk—l knew it by the crackling of the gravel under Molley’s feet— and stopped at a horse block, where one o’ them willains lifted me off. I put up my hand again. ‘“Do, if yon dare,’ says t’other one, with he mizzle o’ the pistol at my head. “I dropped my hand like lead. So they ead me on a little way, and then up some steps. I counted them to myself as I went along. They were six. You see, master, I took all this pains to know the house again. Then ‘they opened a door that opened in the middl<H They then went along a passage and up more stairs—there was ten and a turn, and then ten more. Then along another passage, and np another flight of stairs, just like the first. Then along another passage, and np a third flight of stairs. They was alike. “ Well, sir, here we was at the top o’the house. ODe o’ them willians opened a door on the left side, and t’other said— ‘“There—go in and do yonr duty!” and pushed me through the door, and shut and locked it on me. Good gracious, sir, how scared I was! I slipped off the silk handker cher, and ’feared as I was, I didn’t forget to put it in my bosom. “Then I looked about me. Right afore me on the hearth was a little weny taper burning, that showed I was in a great big garret with sloping walls. At one end two deep dormer windows, and a black walnut bureau standing between them. At t’other end a great tester bedstead with dark curtains. There was a dark carpet ou the floor. And with all there were so many dark objects and so many shadows, and the little taper burned so dimly that I could hardly tell t’other from which, or keep from breaking my nose against things as I groped about. “ And what was I in this room for to do ? I couldn’t even form an idee. But presently my blood ran cold to hear a groan from behind the curtains—then another—and another— then aery as of a child in mortal agony,saying: “ ‘ For the love of Heaven, save me !” “ I ran to the bed and dropped the curtains, and liked to have fainted at what I saw.” “ And what did you see ?” asked the magis trate. “ Master, behind those dark ourtains I saw a young creature tossing about on the bed, Hing ing her fair and beautiful arms about, and tearing wildly at the fine lace that trimmed her night dress. But, master, that wasn’t what almost made me faint—it was that her right hand was sewed up in black crape, and her whole face and head completely covered with black crape drawn down and fastened securely around ber tbroat, leaving only a small slit at the lips and nose to breathe through!” “ What! take care woman ! remember that you are upon your oath!” said the magistrate. “I know it, master! And as I hopevto be forgiven, I am telling you the truth!” “ Go on, then.” “ Well, sir, she was a young creature, scarce ly past childhood, if one might judge by her small size, and soft, rosy skin. I asked her to let me take that black crape from ber face and head, but she threw up her hands and exclaimed— “ Oh, no, no, no! for my life, no !” “ Well, master, I hardly know how to tell you what followed—” said the old woman hes itating in embarrassment. “ Go right stiaight on like a car of Jugger naut, woman ! Remember—the whole truth!” “ Well, master, in the next two hours there were twins born in that room—a boy and girl; the boy was dead the girl living. And all the time I heard the measured tramping of one of them willians np and down the passage out side of that room. Presently the steps stopped, and there wa3 a rap at the door. I went and listened, but did not open it.” “ Is it all w over ?” the voice asked. “ Before I could answer, a cry from the bed caused me to look round. There was the poor masked mother stretching out her white arms toward me in the most imploring way. I has tened back to her. “ Tell him—no—no,” she said. [to be continued in oub nbxt.] [IF s*** 5 *** Bathe every day !” exclaimed the widow Smashpipes, as she dropped the flat iron upon the horse-shoe, and looked her neighbor Snubs right in the eye. ** Why, you don’t say so ! I never used to think of stripping my Jeems, and giving him a right good wash, but four times a year; onst in the spring, onst in the summer, oust in the fall, and onst in the winter. How somdever, some children ketoh dirt sooner than others.” AnExcltlng Sea Story of the Revolutiom ! ssawair; OR, THE TERROR OF THE COAST. A TALE OP PRIVATEERING IN 1776. CHAPTER 1. ‘ I’d like to know jour history, Captain Seawaif—l’d like very much to know yonr history, sir! I think I’ve a right to sir— a right, you understand. And if there is any one thing which I stick out for more peremptorily than another, it is right, sir— right! That is why I, Phineas Cringle, Merchant, et-cet-e-ra, et-cet-e-ra, am an open and avowed patriot, sir. Old Eng land is wrong, and Young America is right. Therefore, lam with her. You are a young man, yet yon oome so well recommended to me as a skillful seaman, a fearless man and an honest one, withal, that 1 like you, though you’re not -o rough in the figure-head as good sea-dogs gen erally are. I have given you command of the ‘ Tyrannicide,’ as good a craft as floats on salt water —well manned, well officered, well armed, et-cet-e-ra — et-cet-e-ra ; and I know that she’ll be well commanded. But your history, sir, your history !” ‘ At present, I have no history worth listening to, Mr. Cringle; but I will try to write one with my sword whieh all the world can read!’ This conversation occurred at the com mencement of that revolution which gave freedom to the United Colonies of Amer ica, in the store of the first speaker, Mr. Phineas Cringle, ‘ merchant, et-cet-e-ra,’ as he always called himself. He was a curious, but good old man— very eccentric in his ways, bat as sound at heart as a young, unshaken oak. His age was full sixty, and his long, natural hair was white as snow, and hung in masses down about his Deck ; but his elose-shaven face was as smooth and as rosy almost as that of Kate Cringle, his blooming daugh ter, who was just eighteen. Mr. Cringle’s short, thick-set figure was dressed in a claret, shad-bellied coat, buff waist-coat, knee-breeches, (claret, like his coat), white cotton long hose, with im mense silver buckles in his shoes. Upon his head he wore the tri-comered continen tal hat of the djy, with a red white and blue eookade placed so eonspioously on it, that all who looked might see that he did not fear to wear the sign_ of a patriot American. The person whom he spoke to was a young man, probably twenty-five years of age. His eyes were large, dark blue, and shaded by long, brown lashes ; his flowing hair and soft, glossy beard was of a rich, dark brown ; his figure was slight, yet very graceful ; his entire appearance quiet, and exceedingly genteel. But when his eye looked upon you, there was a something in its cold, clear depth—a something in the expression of his curved lip, that told you, that when manhood was needed, he was there, in spite of the delicacy of his appear ance. His dress was a naval froek-coat, with epaulette straps upon the shoulders, plain pantaloons and boots, and a blue naval cap. He wore no' weapons 'there— yet be looked like one who could wear a sword gracefully, and use it skillfully. 1 You can at least tell me where you was born, sir!’ said Mr. Cringle, pursuing bis object. * I cannot tell where 1 was born, or even who my father or mother was,’ replied the young captain. 5 *As my name indicates, lam literally a waif of the sea. Drifted ashore from a wreck upon a little island at the southwest corner of Nantucket Shoal, I was taken from a chest into which I had been laid by the hands of a noble and good old man who had left the world to live a hermit life there. He named me Edward Seawaif—the first name his own ; the lat ter, in remembrance of the manner in which I came to him. No living thing but myself reached the laud. That old man, Edward Zane, was more than father or mother to me—he hated a world which had wronged him much ; but he loved me all the more that 1 had seen nothing of it. To him I owe everything. 5 * You had no history, you said, sir? No history,indeed! cried Mr. Cringle. ‘ Why, sir, already you are a hero of romance. I must find out who your father and mother were, ei-cet-e-ra, et-cet-e-ra ! Was there nothing besides you in the chest when the good old man found you V ‘ Yes, sir—a Bible, a quantity of elothing and jewels—some of it evidently belong ing to a lady of rank and fashion ; for it was very rich.’ ‘ Any name in the Bible, on the jewelry or clothing, et-cet-e-ra V ‘ No, sir, none—except a crest and coat of-arms that were on a seal ring, and also engraved on various articles of jewelry which I possess ; for when the good old hermit died, he begged me to keep them —in hopes that they might lead to the discovery of my family.’ ‘ Yes, he was right—very right. What was this crest and eoat-of-arms V asked the merchant. ‘ Two arms and bands grasping orossed. swords over a coronet, for the crest; a shield with diamonds and Jleur de Its for the coat-of-arms.’ ‘ Umph—noble blood : the Jleur delis is French, or was once!’ said the l old merchant, writing in his memorandum book. ‘ I’ve got something to do—l’ll find out who your parents were or are (for they may yet be living,) if I have to hunt over the heraldry of all the world. But oome up stairs, captain, we’ll take a glass of punch of daughter Kate’s brewing ; and then we’ll go aboard of the ‘ Tyrannicide,’ and see how matters go there. I suppose you’ll go to sea in the morning. ‘ Yes, sir,’ said Seawaif, following the merchant to the dwelling part of the house, which was in the upper part of his store and ware-house—a thing very common in those days. CHAPTER 11. 1 Isn’t she a beauty ? Taut and neat aloft, trim and saucy below, et-cet-e-ra!’ said Mr. Cringle, as he and the young captain stood upon the wharf, and looked at a craft whioh lay at anchor in the little harbor. She was, for that era, astonishingly clipperisli, raking in spars, shaip in hull, and calculated to corry an astonishing quantity of canvas. Her rig was that of a two-topsail schooner—her lower masts being very long and heavy, so as to carry large fore-and-aft sails. Her tonnage appeared to be about three hundred tons. She was pierced for eight twenty-four pound oarronades on a side; and a long brass thirty-two pounder, working on a pivot, shone as bright as gold between her masts, mounted high enough to work above hammock nettings. Around her masts oonld be seen the gleam of boarding-pikes and battle-axes. At her main-mast head a blood red Sag floated out, bearing the motto: ‘ Death to Tyrants and their Tools !’ At the fore-truck, another red flag bore the name of the schooner— ‘ The Tyrannicide.’ Her figure-head was a serpent striking its fangs into the heart of a man who wore a crown. Taking her altogether, she was indeed a saucy and dangerous-looking craft, calculated to both sail and fight well. Upon her deok many men could be seen, showing that, if she had ‘ teeth,’ she had also strength to use them. The young captain did not reply to the proud owner’s remarks, but, with an equally ftxulting eye, looked at the hand some vessel, while a boat which he had signaled, rapidly approached the shore. It was surf-built, pulled by eight sturdy young men, and an officer, also young, but a bold and handsome boy, steered her. In a few moments, she was at the pier. The young officer touched his hat, and said : ‘lf yon please, Captain Seawaif, you had better hasten aboard.’ ‘ Why, Mr. Morley, what is the matter there V asked the captain, as he and Mr. Cringle sprung into the boat. ‘ The surgeon, sir, Dr. La Motte, has had a quarrel with Mr. Doolittle, the first officer, sir, and has challenged him to a duel. 1 believe they were getting arms to settle the matter when I left, sir.’ ‘ Ah! quarreling already 1 I’ll give them a chance to fight our country’s foes, not her friends, soon !’ said Captain Sea waif. 1 Give way with a will, men,’ he added, to those at the oars ; ‘ put me along side in a hurry —I hear the clash of steel!’ But a few moments elapsed ere the boat reached the schooner’s gangway. The captain scarcely touched the man ropes as he leaped over the side, with a frown on his pale brow* and an angry light in his dark eye. And he came just in time ; for one of the combatants, his first officer, was tremen dously hard pressed by his opponent, who, using a long, slim rapier of matohles steel with oonsumate skill, was far superior to the other, who had the short, curved cutlass, much used by seamen at that day. While the amazed, yet amused crew of the vessel looked on, the Frenchman had made lunge after lunge at the officer, making remarks at each lunge, whioh brought shouts of laughter from the men. ‘Ah,ha? Monsieur Do-leetle-, I make you do somesing now, eh 1 he would ory, as he made a lunge, whioh the officer, standing solely on the defensive, barely succeeded in parrying. ‘ How you like ze frog-stiokare, in ze bauds of ze frog-eatare, eh V he would add, as his keen blade, doubling over the stifi one of his adversary, narrowly escaped a sheath in the bosom of the latter. ‘Hold here, hold!’ cried Seawaif, sternly, as he stepped between the oornbat ants, who instantly lowered the points of their weapons. ‘ What means this breach of discipline in officers, and upon my quarter-deck, whieh should and shall be as inviolate as a church to all who belong upon it!’ The attitude and look of the oombatants at this instant was most striking. The Frenchman, who was very lean and tall, had oast off, not only his oap, but his wig, leaving his perfectly bald head exposed. He was in his shirt-sleeves, also, and wore the tightest kind of black breeches and stockings, making his very active, but diminutive look even smaller than they were. His moustache, which was thick and heavy, was twisted ferociously over toward each ear, which it nearly touched. Mr. Doolittle was equally long and lank; but he wore a seaman’s loose trowsers, which though they fitted at the waist in spider-like tightness, spread out Turkishly below, and there concealed the slender shanks of bone and skin. His loose shirt, bulging out above his slim waist, gave an idea that there was an expansion of chest and body there ; but in vain had the rapier of Doctor La Alotte, i. several passages through the garment, sought for more solid material than cotton shirting. His face was smooth, and his long, straight hair seemed to have been plastered to his cheeks with ta.low, or some other sub stance, of its own dirty-white color. ‘ What means this quarrel 1 Speak, gentlemen, I will permit no trifling herp !’ ‘ I guess it wouldn’t have been a trifle., if the doctor had run his tarnel toad-sticker through my gizzard !’ said Mr. Doolittle. ‘ But, cap’n, I reckon I was in the wrong! The doctor ordered some fried frogs on the table, and I said I’d rather eat stewed kittens. He twitted me about eating pork and molasses, and I talked back rather saucy ; and he wanted to fight, and I accommodated him. That’s all sir—l’m the one to blame !’ ‘ No, Monsieur Dooleetle, ’souse me if you sail please —you are tout genereuse. I, sare, am ze shentilhommen sat is to blame. Monsieur le Capitaine I shall make one grande apology to your quarter deck—tres grande to Monsieur Dooleetle, and more zan zat to yon, sare ! I vil make once more frents wiz Monsieur Dooleetle ; and if at any time he have a shot in ze leg, or ze arm, I vill take zem off as easy as pull a toot !’ ‘ Thank ye; I hope you’ll not have any chance for such operations,’ said the officer; ‘ but here’s my hand, and if the eap’n will excuse us this time, we’ll be as fast friends as ever.’ ‘Eh! bien—zat is one grande, idea, Monsieur Dooleetle. I nevare shall observe if you eat pork wiz molasses any more,’ said La Motte, grasping the extended hand. ‘ And you may eat frogstill you croak, doctor, before I find faultwith you again,’ said the naturally good-hearted mate. The captain smiled, and went down into the eabin with Mr. Cringle; whither, after the doctor had recovered his wig, cap, and coat, they were followed by him and Mr. Doolittle. ‘ Gentlemen, this has been the first dif ficulty on board ; let it be the last, and it shall be excused,’ said the young comman der. ‘ Save your strength and your steel for America’s foes—l will soon place you where you’ll have work enough to do with them.’ ‘Eh bien, I sail be excessively delight ven zat day sail arrive. My instruments are all ready for ze amputat, ze ball-extraot, ze everysing,’ cried the dootor, rolling up his sleeves. ‘ The sooner we’re away, and at work a makin’ somethin’, the better I’ll be pleas ed,’ said- Mr. Doolittle. < They do say there’s a powerful sight o’ transports and the like a orossin’ over, and their cargoes most be worth a mint* o’ money to oar gov ernment folks jnst now, when powder, and lead, and shootin’-tools are so soarce !’ ‘ We will Bail as soon as ebb-tide makes in the morning, sir,’ said the captain.— ‘ See that everything, is ready for sea, below and aloft.’ ‘ Ay, ay, sir—this is the best news that I’ve heard in a coon’s age! And the men are jnst as impatient as I Bm. ‘lt is well; I look to yon to see that all things are ready. I shall now go on shore with Mr. Cringle to receive his last orders. Send a boat for me at ten to-night pre cisely.’ ‘ Ay, ay, sir !’ replied the officer. ‘ Can I do anything for you on shore, dootor 1 inquired the captain. ‘ Nossing, Bare —nossing, I sank you.— Ah pardon me—zere is one sing I ’ave for got. I vish, sare,.if you please, two or tree pound of snuff, ze Maokaboy, for tickle my nose. I 'ave forgot him.’ ‘ You shall have it, doctor,’ said the oaptain as he entered the boat, whieh had been ordered to be ready, and with Mr. Cringle was rowed to the pier, from whioh they both returned to the shore. CHAPTER 111. It was early morning. The red sun had just come up out of the Atlantic, and now brightened the slightly-rippled waters of Salem harbor; The sails of the ‘ Tyran nicide ’ had been loosed, her oable hove short, and she only waked for the change of tide to commence her oruise. All of her boats had been hoisted but the captain’s gig, and her officers, except ing him only, were watohing the tide very impatiently for its ohange. He had been summoned to the shore by a signal from Mr. Cringle, very soon after daylight, much to his surprise—for he had, as he supposed, received his final directions the night before. When he had reaohed the store, the mer chant met him, ana said : ‘ Go up stairs to Kate, my dear captain, she has got some errand for yon. I tried to find out, but she would only tell yon.’ The oaptain, who was in a hurry to return to his vessel, hastened up stairs into the parlor, where Miss Kate Cringle waited for him. She was not what might strictly be termed a very handsome girl, but yet was pretty. She had a fine, plump, well-sha ped figure ; her hair was a glossy brown, almost blaok ; her eyes of a bright hazel— at times laughing and full of light, then liquid with deep and true womanly feeling; her features very good ; and her complex ion as olear red and white as a pink in full bloom. There was no lack of strong, bold intel lect in her expression ; but she was modest almost to a fault—if modesty could be faulty ; for the blushes came and went like the flushes of the Aurora Borealis across a pale northern sky. ‘ Your good father said that you wished to see me, lady,’ said Seawaif, as he stood before her, actually blushing as much as Bhe did—for a brave man is often timid before a lady ; only fops, fools, and cow ards are apt to be ‘ brave ’ in woman’s presenoe, where danger only exists in her love-darting eyes. Such as they are pro tected by shields of brass, while true men go there with open hearts and naked breasts. ‘ Yes, sir,’ said Kate, while her eyes were downcast with modesty. ‘ You are about to leave tu on an expedition where death will be hovering above, below, and all around you, and I could not sleep all the night for thinking of it; and so I spent my wakeful hours in making for you a little token which might remind you, when far away, that there was one here who would pray for your safety, watch for your safe return, and tremble at every storm cloud that appears.’ Thus saying, she produoed a small, white, silken banner, upon which was wor ked, in rich gold embroidery, tbe identical coat-of-arms which he had described to her father on the day before. ‘ Forgive me,’ she said, as she saw with what surprise he looked upon the work. — ‘I accidentally, yesterday, overheard the sad story which you told to my father— for I was in his counting-room, copying some invoices. And I could not rest ; and so I made this little banner, as a token of remembrance from one who feels a deep interest in your success and happiness.’ She ceased to speak, and timidly raised her eyes to his, as she handed him the pretty flag. ‘ I thank you, lady,’ said Seawaif, while his voice trembled with emotiou. And he took the little flag, and placed it in his bosom, next to his heart; and, after pressing her small, white hand to his lips, said: ‘ Excuse me that I do not tarry—my sails are loose, the anchor almost apeak, and the tide will serve by the time I can get back to my vessel. Heaven bless you, and adieu!’ He was gone. And the pretty maiden stood and looked at the hand on which he had printed his last burning kiss—a salute, it is true, of respect only—looked at it as if the kiss had left a visible impression, a sign which she could look upon for all time when she thought of him. And a still, soft sigh came up from her heart, seeming to linger on her red, sweet lips, as if loth to part with them. She stook thus dreamily, until she heard the sound of men cheering; and then she went to the window, which fronted toward the harbor, and saw that the ‘ Tyrannicide ’ was under way. (TO BE CONTINUED.) CARDS. WT. McPHAIL, . ATTORNEY AT LAW, mar 31 ly 11 Btrasbubo, Lancaster Co., Pa. Newton liqhtner, attorney AT LAW, has his Office in North Duke street, nearly opposite the Court House. Lancaster, apr 1 tfll Removal.— william b. fordney, Attorney at Law, has removed his office from North Queen street to the building in tho south-east corner of Centre Square, formerly known as Hobley’s Hotel. Lancaster, april 10 WILLIAK WHITESIDE, SDEOEOS DENTIST.—OffIce in North Queen street, directly over Long’s Drag Btore. Lancaster, may 27, 1856. ly 16 ALDUS J. NEFF, Attorney at Law.— Offlce with B. A. Shaffer, Esq., south-west corner of Centre Square, Lancaster. may 15, ’65 ly 17 Edward m’govern, attorney at law, No. 6 Nokib Dou siasn—biab tux Couat Hour, LANCASTER, PA Removal.— dr. j. t. baker, hoji (EPATQIO PHYSICIAN, has removed his offlce to Lime street, between Orange and East King streets, west side. Reference—Professor W. A. Gardner, Philadelphia. Calls ftom the country will be promptly attended to. apr6 tflS Dr. JOHN M’CALLA, DKNTIST.-^Offlce No. 4 East King Btreet, Lancaster, Pa. aprlS tf 18 SAfif ÜBL H. REYNOLDS, Attorney At Lav. Office, No. 14 North Date street, opposite the Court House. may 5' tf 18 JESSE LAROIB> Attorney at Law.—Of 6ce oue door east of LechleHs Hotel, East Ring street, Lancaster, Pa All kinds of Screening—such as writing Wills, Deeds, Mortgages, Accounts, Ac., will he attended to with correctness and despatch. may 16, ’66 tf-17 SIMON P. BBT, ATTORNEY AT LAW, OFFICE:—No. 83 North Duke itrett, may 11 ly 17 J Lancaster, Pxnka. Frederick s. pyper, ATTORNEY AT LAW. Ofpics.—No. li Noutn Duke street, west side, Lan caster, Pa. apr*2otfl4 x Removal... yvilliam s. amweg, Attorney at Law, has removed his office from his former place into South Duke street, nearly opposite the Trinity Lutherao Church. apr 8 tf 12 JOHN F. BRiNTON, ATTORNEY AT LAW, PHILADELPHIA, Pa, Has removed his office to bis resideuce, No. 249 South 6th Street, above Spruce. Refers by permission to Hon. H. 6. Long, “ A. L. Hato, “ Ferbrb Britton, “ Tuaddkvs Stsyxns. nor 24 ly*4s PETER D. MYERS, REAL ESTATE AGENT, PHILADELPHIA. will Attend to tho Renting of Houses, Collecting House and Ground Rente, Ac. Agencies entrusted to his care will be thankfully received, and carefully attended to.— Satisfactory reference given. Office bL E. corner of SEVENTH and SANSOM. streets, Second Koor, No. 10. fob 17 ly 6 JAMBS BLACK, Attorney at Law>—Of dce in East King street, two doors east ofLeohler’s Uotel. Lancaster. Pa. 43“ All business connected with his profession, and all kinds of writing, such as preparing Deeds, Mortgages, Wills, Stating Accounts, Ac., promptly attended to. Hager & brothers, have just received and offer for sale at lovest prices. CARPETINGS , BRUSSELS, TAPESTRY, IVGRAIN, VENETIAN, VELVET, THREE-PLY, and RAG. of the best styles and manufacture. Also, su perior quality of FLOOR OIL CLOTUS, from one to four yards wide, FLOOR and STAIR DRUGGETS. WALL PAPERS, DECORATIONS, BORDERS, ofentirely new designs in Velvet, Gilt. Glazed and Common* CHINA, GLASS AND QUEENS WARE, SPRING, HAIR AND HUSK MATRASSES, > FEATHERS, &a. sep 7 tf 44 Boot and shoemakers, take NOTICE! J. F. C 0 M B S , CURRIER AND LEATHER DEALER. 1130 Market street , below 12fA, Philadelphia, has the most extensive assortment of SOLE AND UPPER LEATHER of all descriptions: Red and Oak Solo Skirting, Slaughter, French and City Calf Skins, Kips, Wax-Upper, Morocco, Linings, Lacings, Leather Apron Skins, o|f7)/| Shoe Tools, Lasts, Findings, Ac., and every article Mil |J requisite for Boot and Sboemaking, Wholesale and r Retail, at the lowest prices, to which he invites the atten of the trade. oct 10 6m 40 CAROLINA YELLOW PINE FLOOR ING BOARDS. 50,000 Feet Carolina Yellow Pine Dressed Flooring Boards. 30,000 Foot l)o. Undressed. 5 0,000 CYPRESS BUINGLES, No.land 2. 50,000 BANGOR PLASTERING LATHS, Jnst received and for sale at GraefTs Landing, on the Conestoga. Apply to GEO CALDER A Co., Office East Orange st., near N. Queen at., Lancaster «30 .f»TB MELODEONS 1 MELODEON9 l l HUGHES k MORRISS, MANUFACTURERS, No. 728 Market street, below Bth, Philadelphia. Also, sole Agents in Philadelphia for jwu,—i CARUAKT'S CELEBRATED MKLODE ONS. The Instruments are the Patentee’s own make* and combine all valuable im- u u It 1/ U proveuients among which is the Qraduatiny Treble Swell . All varieties constantly on hand. Polite attention given at all times to visitors, whether they mnv wish to purchase or only examine our stock. ' HUGHES & MORRISS. sep 14 ly 35 Lancaster Locomotive Works, November 18.1357. V'OTICE.—The Directors of the Lancai il ter Locomotive Works, lntviug made an Assignment, to the undersigned, of ali its effects for the benefit of Its creditors, they, therefore, request all persons indebted to uiAke immediate payment, and those having claims, to pre sent them properly authenticated for settlement to either of the undersigned. M. 0. KLINE, JAMES BLACK, Assignnefl. nnv ‘2-1 tf 4ft Groceries: groceries:: The subscriber, bating tuKou the well-known estab lishment of J. Frey, in Etst King Htreet, directly opposite Sprevher's Hotel, has just received from tho city a large, well .selected, and general assortment of FRESH GROCERIES . such an COFFEES. SUGARS, TEAS, SALT, FIGS, RAI SINS. Ac.. Ac., ail of which he will yell at as low prices as th«y can be obtained in Ijinc-iHter. lie will also keep constantly an hand BUTTER, EGGS, POTATOES. HAMS, DRIED BEEF, TONGUES, and indeod almost everything hi tbe Provision line, all of which will be sold on ihe most accommodating lie respectluliy solicits a share of tho public putronage. apr 12 tf 13 A. Z. RINGWALT. N ew map of Lancaster county. The undersigned ib preparing to publish a qow and complete MAP OF LANCASTER OoUNTY.onau improved plan, (provided sufficient encouragement is given.) mark ing- the Irn-ationp of all the pi incijial bulldiugsin tho conn* ty. all Schools, Churches, post offices. Mills, Hotels, Ac., with the names and locations of all subscriberilothe MAP, ami locations <>f f>rm imildiugs, so as to make It a complete COUNTY DIRECTORY. To be ornamented with prospective views of the principal Colleges, Schools and other buildings iu tho county. En larged plans of th*£principal Uonughs and Towns will be given ou the side of the COUNTY MAP, where sufficient subscription is obtained. To bo handsomely colored, show ing a]] the uew towuubipa. making & most complete and beautifol work, superceding all former MAi'S. JAMES D. SCOTT, Publisher, Lancaster City. July 21 tf27 f PHE PHILADELPHIA EVENING BUL- X LETI.S, AN INDEPE.N UE.N L HAILV NKWdrAPEK, devoted hjpenial y to the interest* ol Pennsylvania. Con- Utitiiug Important Te egrtphic News, sixteen hours in ad vance of the .Hurtling Papers. Origiuul, foreign aud Dj ui. stlc Ourre'poi.dcuce. Editorials uu ull Subj-cia. aud full Reports of all the ue>vs ol the diy The Commercial aud Kiuauciai Departments are full, aud are carefully attended to. As an Advertising Medium there Is no better paper in the State, the circulation being uext to tho largest in the city, and among the most intelligent and influen tial of the population. TERMS, SIX DOLLARS PER YEAR, IN ‘ADVANCE. CUMMINGS & PEACOCK, Proprietors, No. 112 South Third street, Philadelphia. THE PHILADELPHIA SATURDAY BULLETIN, & handsome, well-filled. Family Weekly Newspaper, la pub lished by thb Proprietors at the followlug unprecedentedly low rates: 1 Copy, one year,. 6 Copies, “ 13 FURTHER INDUCEMENTS! THE LARGEST CLUB (uver 100) will bo seot for throe years THE NEXT LARGEST CLUB, (over 100) will be sent for two years. Address CUMMINGS A PEACOCK, Proprietors, Balletin Building, No. 112 South Third street, Philadelphia, nov 23 tf4s Drug and chemical store. The subscriber having removed his store to the new buildlDg nearly opposite his old stand, add directly opposle the Cross Keys Hotel, has now on band a well selected stock of articles belonging to the Drug business, consisting in part of Oils, Acids, Spices, .Seeds, Alcohol, Powdered Articles, Sareaparillas, Ac., Ac., to which the attention of country merchants, physicians and consumers in general is invited. THOMAS ELLMAKER. feb 9 tf 4 West King street, Lanc’r. - Howard associatios. PHILADELPHIA. A Benevolent Institution established by special Endow* meet, for the relief of the Sick and Distressed, afflicted with Virulent and Epidemic Diseases. THE HOWARD ASSOCIATI jN, in view of the awful destruction of human life caused by Sexual diseases, ana > the deceptions practiced upoo the unfortunate victims of such diseases by Quacks, several years ago directed their Consulting Surgeon, as a CHARITABLE ALT worthy of their names, to open a Dispensary fur the treatment of this class of diseases, l q all their forms, and to give MKDIOAL ' ADVICE GRATIS to all who apply by letter, with a descrip tion of tbeir condition, (age, occupation, habits of life, Ac.) and in case of extreme poverty, to FURNISH MEDICINES FREE OF CHARGE. It is needless to add that the Associ ation commands the highest Medical skill of the age, and will furnish the most opproved modern treatment. The Directors of the Association, in their Annual Report upon the treatmeot oi Sexual Diseases, express the highest ' satisfaction with the success whlcn has attended the labors of Ihelr Surgeons iu the core of Spermatorrhoea, Seminal 0 Weakoess,Gounrrboea, Gleet. Syphilis, the vice of Ouanlsm or Self Abuse, Diseases of the Kidneys and Bladder, Ae., ' and order a continuance of the same plan for the ensuing . year. Tbe Directors, on a review of the past, feel assured that 7 their labors in this sphere of beuevolent efforts have been of great beoetit to tbe afflicted, especially to the young, and ibey have resolved to devote themselves, with.renewed zeal, to this very important and mach despised cause. An admirable Report on Spermatorrhoea, or Seminal Weakness, the vice of Onanism, Masturbation, or Seif- Abuse, aud other diseases of tbe Sexual organs, by the’Con-' salting Burgeon, will be sent by mail (in a sealed envelope) FREE OF CHARGE, on receipt of TWO STAMPS for post age. Otberiitoporte and Tracts on the nature and treat ment of &koal' disease*,diet, Ac., are eonstautly being published for grataitooa'distribatiop, aud will be sent to the afflicted. Some of rite new - remedies and methods of treatment discovered year, are ol great value. ■ , j Address, for Report or treatment, DR. J, SKILLIN’ HOUGHTON, Acting Surgeon, Howard Association,No. 2 Bouth Ninth Street, Philadelphia, Pa. By order ottbe Directors. EZRA D. HEARTWELL, Pruident ■ . Eo. FaacHiU), Secretary. janlfr v i'MPLOYSIKNT.~«SO » mon»»'“**: l paid. An A gem 1. -aotecP* " “i' cunuiy lu lb. Uulbxl Stab* to " eaqr tmnlneu, by whluh tba -fciSjr 1 *MteJ UKNKY WaKW“»>^Br«s?.«d J “ u ■ NO 5. $ 1 00 6 00 , 10 00 15 00 . 20 00 . 60 00
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