PREENNI EMIE= ght , lastiotietittinigatiar, PIIBLIMEDILTEar WZDICZEWAY BY. vipopies. ,AND EASON at - co. J. M. 000 PER, E.G Barra, Wm. A. Moirrow, AxarisED BANDISILSON TERMS--Two-Dollars. and Fifty Cents per annum, payable all cases In advance. uFFlCE—Bou....nwEbr comma cur CENTRE SQUARE. Air Ail letters on business should be ad dressed to Co B, BAXrDEnsoN & Co. fottrg. Can There be Harm In Klsslng.\ The waters kiss the pebbly shore. The winds all kiss the hills The sunbeams kiss the tulip bud For the odor itdistils. The dew-drops kiss the rose at morn, The cereus dew at eve,. And fe - rn and flower in circling clasp - Their mystic beauties weave. The moonbeams kiss the clouds at night, The star-gems kiss the sea While shadows, dreamy, soft ; and light, Are kissing on the lea. The 7ephyrs kiss the blushing pink That blooms on beauty's lip ; And ruder blasts, though cold and chill Its ruby nectars sip. The winds, the waves, the budding flowers, The laughing, merry rills, Are ! issing all, f rom morn to eve; And clouds still kiss the hills. E'en heaven and earth do meet to kiss Through tears of sparkling dew : In kissing then, can there he harm ? I don't think so—do you ? ittriveg. Motherless BY JOSEPHINE What avolume of sorrow is comprised in the simple little word—Motherless! Mortal lips never spoke a sadder sound. We must go far down the rugged path of life, and become inured to care and sorrow in their sternest forms, ere wd , can hear it without a pang of grief and a thought of happier days. The memory of a mother's love never dies. Dark shadows may gather o'er our pathway ; gloomy clouds obscure the brightness of our days; the busy hum of life drown the voice of conscience, but moments there are when her whispered words of love and chiding are fondly remembered. Speak the holy name in the narrow prison cell, where sits thervictim of long years of mad folly and Vice and a tear will Moist the stony eye. His mother— the sod covers her now—had taught him the path of duty ; well he remembers the touch of her gentle hand, and the sound of her soft, loving voice. He was pure and innocent then ; angels guard ed his footsteps, anal watched over his sinless slumbers. He dashes away the scalding tear that courses down his sin stained cheek, with his brawny palm, murmuring, " Thank God, she never 'saw me thus." How like swift visions pass the long-forgotten prayer at a gentle mother's knee ; the first evil action, the gradual hushing of the Warning voice of conscience, till the barrier between right and wrong is ruthlessly forgotten ; the broken promise, the misspent years; the many sins against God and man. Motherless! ah, how sad is the story summed up in one little word to the frail girl just passing from childhood ; who will administer the needful coun sel ; who will check the wayward, girl ish fancies; who will' gently bear the errors and failings of the motherless ? Ask that youth who is so fast stray ing from the true fold of his mother. See, his lips quivers, as he wipes away a falling tear, and answers in a voice choking with emotion— " She is in Heaven." Ah ! see, that tear of repentance speaks softly. Angels are hovering near to bear the pearly drop on high; the men tion of the sainted mother's name has saved her boy, and of all the happy ones rejoicing in heaven, there is one silvery voice chanting the song of praise more rapturously to-day for the lost one that is found. Watch that fragile little blue-eyed one, so young ano lovelywhy that shade of sorrow on the sinless baby brow ? What chill wind can have blighted the sweet human blossom? Motherless ! Poor little helpless one, all alone in this great dreary world. May your angel mother's wings over shadow your little life; may her pro tecting care keep the little household dove pure and sitless' until the weary wings are folded once more upon her maternal bosom. Motherless! Oh, what intensity of sorrow the words breathe. How keen the remorse felt, if in a heedless moment we have planted a thorn in the now pulgeless heart, or caused the eye to flood with a tear of sorrow. Alas ! for such. Memory must perform the cruel task, picturing with minuteness all the childish errors that have pained a lov ing mother's heart, for which we can otter no atonement Gut unavailing regret.—Louisville Journal. Be Thyself, The world's heroes in poetry, philoso pity, mechanics and reform have beet heroic by virtue of their selfhood.— Leave this out of the composition of man, and you have, in poetry, a verse Wright who never dared to write an original line; in philosophy, a peddler of defunct ideas, and in war a poltroon. What made Homer the prince of song, and enabled the old " blind man of Chic)" to chant a strain which the hills of Greece echoed for centuries, still heard across the wild ocean, and amid the din and roar of this nineteen th century ? He wrote in his own inimitable style the beautiful thoughts that crowded i it to h is brain : from the heaven of his o\vn crea tion he poured down those melodies which a busy world on tiptoe stands to hear. Who was Shakespeare's model ? Whence did he draw the supplies of which millions have drunk and been refreshed? With no broken pitcher did he go to another's well but drew from the exhaustless fountains of his own soul. He stands to-day like a granite mountain, whose head is lost in the clouds, and whose culminating point ne i l traveler has reached;as men asgend i t, u n trodden heights he still finds above them, Had he been a mere imitator, the mole hill of his productions would have been long since trodden to the dead level of the How did Bunyan write his Pilgrim's Progress? As the brook babbles, taking no counsel of other crooks, and telling its own story in i own way; and, in spite of its many seeming absurdities; the tinker's book will live for centuries. Copernicus and Galileo, taking counsel of their own souls, heeding not the monkish fable-mongers who believed the world to be flatas a table, and the stars little shining pOirds, boldly ittarct: ed into the untrodden realm", explored its sea of worlds, and came back laden with glorious truths. Columbus, advising with no Past, old and decrepid, which had bounded the world, and inscribed on its boundary, " no more beyond," launched his bark to cross, the unknown ocean ; and for weary weeks and months sailed steadily on, the cloudy Ay above, the/uky sea around ; spite of. the frowns, tears and entreaties of the cowards who aecom ' panied hint;.till a new world, like% radi ant maiden, leaped, into his arms and blessed hins.tor hiwmanliness; We are " here. to-day ? beceMie'doininbne dared to It was roll-good that made Raphael VOLUME 66. the prince of painters, and Napoleon of warriors. In Watts it gave us the steam engine, with its hundred hands and its restless soul; and in Fulton, the boat that heeds not wind or tide, whose steam arm paddles day and night, and never tires. By it Socrates climbed the heights of philosophy, from which it was but a step to the heaven into which he entered. Mere imitators in art never scale the heights: but placing their feet in the prints left by former travelers, they tire themselves out with a step that is un natural to them, and faint and die by the way, leaving no sign behind that they have ever been. In life's battles they never make heroes, but wearing another man ' s armor which never fits them,and wielding a weapon never made for them, they accomplish little, and fall an easy prey to the enemy. Short Sermon BY REV. PHILANDER BO3HISHELI My Brethren, after a long interval, I have eome again to enlighten my anx ious,flock. Upon the present occasion I shall discourse to you from the follow ing expressive text, suggested by the poet Addison : " Have I not cause to rave and beat InC breast.."' My itrethren, the heart of man is nlaceil in the breast. Since it is estab lis ed as a physiological fact that beat ing the breast, where the heart is loca- ted, allbrds relief to the afflicted heart similar to that iiveu by groans and tears. we can very well understand the wise arrangement of nature in placing the heart in that convenient locality for heating. To rave affords relief to the agitated heart, imbues others with the spirit of hint who raves and stirs them up with righteous indignation. Then in view of the many surround ings, and in -the language of my text, " have I not cause to rave and beat my breast ?" Let us see. Nearly two mil lions of disloyal Copperheads in the North, sypathisers with rebellion and enemies to the colored people, endea vored to defeat. the Government at the election. -When God sent the flood to destroy the inhabitants of the earth, he miraculously saved Ham that he might be the father of a numerous and chosen people, who would possess all the vir ues, be "endowed with a divine purity of nature, in whose composition no guile is infused; who are lOyal, trustworthy and intelligent. No Christian will be slow to see the binding and holy obliga- ions resting upon him . to look well to he comfort and happiness of the chosen lescendants of 1-lain. It is our christian luty to honor and love them, noris there any other way by which we can gain admittance to the paradise above. The disloyal Copperheads of whom I have made mention, ate continually, in the wickedness of their unholy nature, de claring that white people are as good as those who have sprang from the genea logical tree of Ham, and in many in stances they sneer at their and stigma tise them as inferiors, and some un washed wretches even go so far as to say they are only lit for slavery. When I see the designs of Omnipotence thus attempted to be frustrated, and evil is ntended to a race that - was created on purpose and is destined to become pol ished saints in glory, " have I not cause to rave and beat my breast?'' People were all originally colored, but some who became desperately wicked were frightened with the condemnation that awaits them until they became white, and so they have remained until this day, walking monuments of man's lost estate, while the colored people are the spared mementoes of man's original Purity. ,While the government is striv ing nobly for "( iod and Liberty," that this chosen people may be placed in their Proper sphere, the disloyal Copperheads are throwing obstacles in its way by discouraging conscriptions, objecting to taxation, pleading for the Union of 1787, which was ." a league with hell and a convention with death ;" and viewing these things, have not I, who can stand up in public places and proclaim my righteousness to all the world, "cause to rave and beat my breast." When white persons adorn them selves in costly raiment and seek to be come objects of popularadmiration, they are compelled to scent themselves with rose-water, musk, and other perfumes before they are lit to place on exhibition; hut nature, in her lavish kindness to the colored people, has given them a strong and undying odor. When disloyal Copperheads turn up their wicked pro bo,;ises at the sweet-smelling savors be stowed by nature on her chosen children, " have I not cause to rave and heat my breast Our Father Abraham, who dwelleth in Washington, and whose features, color and every act stamp him as the chosen instrument in the hands of Providence to restore the " free Ameri cans of African descent" to the estate of which they have been robbed by while' Pharisees, is doing all in his power by proclamation, by plans, by suggestions for constitutional amend ments, by inestimable expenditures of money, by hurling on the enemies of Cod's favorite race immense armies and using all the instrumentalities mankind can command to accomplish the holy purposes. But while he is doing so the disloyal Copperheads are crying for peace, well knowing that there is no peace, nor can be none, and talking about weeping widows, fatherless child ren, national bankruptcy, maimed humanity, burthensome taxation,. dis integrated nationality, rivers of blood, millions of new made graves and all such disloyal outgivings of perverse and wicked natures. And in view of the multiplied fiendishness of the dis loyal Copperheads it becomes ..every christiau's duty " to rave and beat his breast." My beloved brethren, I know from the strict and prayerful attention you pay to the inspired words of your worthy preacher, I feel it in this holy and devoted breast of mine, I am as sured by your votes at the election, that you will welcome taxation, welcome debts, welcome war, rejoice in rivers of blood, be made glad with conscriptions and willingly give the last man and the last dollar to wipe out the accursed in stitution of slavery. We preached and prayed for it when detested peace reigned throughout our borders and we will not desert it now when war isour ing its blessings .upon dur heritage.— We clung to it when our pockets were destitute of script and we will not for sake it when rare contracts and fat offices are rewarding us and making us rich in the world's . goods. We will cling Jo that liberty .which maketh the colored people free.' :.We' hold' fast to the faith untilo* is Vpg . d.out, until their plantations have become waste places, and their'dwellings are turned into habitations for bats and owls. We will go on our way rejoicing until the disloyal Copperheads are exterminated, and " the peace devils" are swept from the face of the earth, and then the "-Free Americans of African descent," and the saints who worship in the tem ples erected to Ham and dedicated to Abraham will have a paradise in which no trees are planted to bear apples of discord. After singing the following hymn, brother James A Reed, of Wooster, will lead us in prayer. Arise my brethern, loudly sing ' In . praise of Abraham, our king— Shout hallelujah to his name ; Shout to the Africans the same. Abe has proclaimed, as oft before, To raise three hundred thousand more— How glad -we are to hear the call, And promptly in the ranks we'll fall. But stay ! perhaps we are too fast- Our call will certain y come last t Our modesty forbids us go, Until we know we're wanted to. We're almost dead to join the brave, And die, our country to save ; But. since so many want to go, They shall be first to meet the foe, Let Copperheads 1111 up the ranks, And we will sing and join in thanks For victories won, for thousands slain, For bone-clad hill, and bloody plain. We'll praise the names of those who Tight And keep the ballot-boa all right, We'll thank old Abe for mercies given, And stay atrhome and work for heaven. Barley, the Balder Burley, whom the Canadian Courts have delivered up to the United States, in compliance with the provisions of the Extradition Treaty, is a Scotchman by birth. A Toronto correspondent of the Albany Journal says: He does not appear to be past 25 years of age; if anything, younger. Is stout, short and compactly built, and weighs about one hundred and sixty. During his confinement in jail he has been studying Greek and French, and writ ing the adventures of his early life. At the age of fourteen he ran away from his patents in Glascow, Scotland, and found his way to Italy. There he entered the ranks of Garibaldi's army. Getting tired of the Great Liberator, he deserted to the Aus trians and fought against Italy until an opportunity offered itself for him to desert the standard of Francis Joseph, and embark for Spain. Landing there, lie found nothing particularly for his uneasy spirit to do ; so, after a brief sojourn in the land of the "old Castilian," he set sail, on an American merchant man, for South America. The vessel Was wrecked, but the most of the pas sengers were picked uy a Spanish trader, and landed in the port of Norfolk, Va. Burley was among the saved. He soon found his way to Richmond, and there remained until the breaking out of the rebellion. He was engaged as clerk in a book and publishing house up to the time of his entering the Confederate navy. Helms been taken prisonersever al times during the war, but always managed to escape. How England I'ald for the War on Na A correspondent of the New York Journal of Comm( ret says that England paid for the expense of her wars on Na poleon from 1803 to 1810 principally by taxes. The total amount raised in these thirteen years was in round numbers five thousand eight hundred million dollars, being at the rate of four hundred and forty-six millions per annum. Of this three thousand eight hundred and forty-four millions were raise Eby taxes and one thousand five hundred and fifty four millions by loans. The writer says: But this wasgotd, or nearly so. There was no sensible depreciation of the cur rency up to the year 1810, and it never exceeded, if it reached, twenty-five per cent. Allowing an average of twenty per cent. for the whole thirteen years, we have an anual expense of about 175- 000,000 of dollars in gold, equal to about $8:15,000,000 of our present currency, and - of this amount only one- third was ob tained by loans. Two-thirds, or $550,- 000,000 per annum, were raised by taxes. This was the average for thirteen years. For the year 1815, the taxes were not far short of six hundred and fifty millions of dollars in greenbacks. • The population of Gr Britain in 1815 was about eighteen millions, ours, in 1805, half a century later, may be es timated at fifty per cent. more, exclu sive of the rebels. England borrowed only one-third of the money she want ed, and yet she borrowed more than any other power engaged in the wars of l'Ca poleon. France even and Germany paid in cash a larger portion of their enormous expenditures than England did—that is, they raised at the time, by taxes, the money they wanted. Would it not be well for us to study this lesson? An Apology for Feeling Blue From the Richmond Whig.) Let us be blue. - Why not? Blue is a beautiful color. It is the color of the sky and of the sea ; it is the color of the loveliest eyes ; also, it is the color of in digo, and of a species of fly. Moreover, it is the color of the venetral superficies of the unadulterated Yankee and occa sionally of the breeches of .the Confed erate soldier. Let us therefore be blue. Better be blue than white or green, or yellow, or ring-streaked, spotted, and speckled. Moreover, man is the only animal which can be blue at pleasure. Ancient dogs and venerable beasts gen erally are inclined to lie blue; their latter days are tempered to the blue of melancholy and toned down to the tints of grief. But it is reserved to the lord of creation to become cerulean with or without cause. We will, then, be very blue. Thebeauty of being blue is that every thing in nature seems to be black.— Not only is every object black, but its proportions are enormously magnified. Thus, at this time, the cause seems to be black, intensely black, and chances against us are big beyond expreSsion. Nor is this all. Our rulerS, our officers, our soldiers, our people, and even our negroes look black. Some are black and some are blacker, some are the color of a chew of tobacco, funked and heavily liquored tobacco, and ei°7,e, n the fairest are foul-featured. Reagan is black as ink. Benjamin is like soot. Seddon is a lump of charcoal. Davis is as dark as the de'il. Northrop is as the night in Egypt. Hood is of a horrible hue, and even General' Lee is ebon, in spite of his silver locks and snowy beard. The Confederacy is like unto a box of challenge blacking ; the world is wrongside out, and the worse for wear. Creation is cut out of black bombazine, and the universe is as black as the back of a kitchen in Erebus. It is pleasant to view' things in this light, for the light is a mellow light and does not pain the eye. Robed in pro found gloom, all things conspire to quiet the retina, slacken the pulse, compose the nerves, subdue agitation, suspend ex citement, arrest energy,..destroy hope, eradicate cheerfulness and encourage the tranquility of torpor and the perma nent repose of paralysis. Let us, there fore, be excessively blue. —Three hundred young ladies have sued Artemus Ward for a libel in saying they all- eloped at one time, from a seminary in Utah, with' a handsome young Mormon. Artemus proposes to settle their suit by returning to the land of the Saints and marrying the whole o: them." —A man was thrown from a sleigh and broke his leg so badly that ampu tation was necessary. Upon being condoled with by a friend who remark ed that it was a very bad accident, the sufferer. replied, ",Yes, especially when wood is so high." ; It is, announced that the five per centlegal, teiader notes will be-recei.ve4 by the denetal faihscription Ageniinpaymentelf subscrip tions to the new seven-thirty loan, with all ACC3IIO4 interest to date of receipt. LANCASTER, PA., WEDNESDAY MORNING, FEBRUARY 15, 1865. pioallatttouo. Rebel Critique on Geneial Scott's Auto biography. General Scott's autobiography appears to have fallen entirely still-born from the press. This is not to be wondered at. It is full of gross blunders even in relation to most important and well known matters of history. While vainly ostentatious in style, and stiltedly pre tensions in its parade of surface litera ture, it is, as a literary • performance, quite beneath criticism he whole work there is a constant ez- hibition of a malignant nature. The General assails one and another of his cotemporariesin terms of abusive misre- presentation. The book has had but little comment bestowed upon it North, but the Richmond Dispatch of the 25th thus notices the assault upon General Zachary Taylor. It says: We presented to our readers a few days ago an extract from the autobio graphy of Winfield Scott, that illustri ous defunct, who has been lying in state in a fine hotel in New York since tlx beginning of the war. His reputation was decently buried soon after the first battle of Manassas—his 'body still sur vives ; though having parted with his reputation, he is naturally engaged trying to take his own life, and, judgint from the specimen furnished in his au tobiography, he is endeavoring to do it with a very dull instrument. The para graph copied in the Dispatch is an at tack upon old General Taylor, com monly called " Rough and Ready," whom Scott, the greatest man alive or dead, in his own estimation, disposes of, that Taylor is dead, in a truculent and merciless fashion. We have nothing to say of the good taste of making a hyena like descent into the,: tomb of an old comrade in arms. This is a thing emi nently in Scott's line. But, whilehe is endeavoring to make General Taylor ridiculous, he treats his readers to an exhibition of characteristic complacency and pretention that throws completely into theshade honest Old Zach's defects and prejudices, and Makes them quite dignified and respectable. In what we have to say on this sub ject we are not governed by antipathies to Scott becauseof his Unionism. Gen. TaylOr was as good a Union man while he lived as Scott, and, for aught we know, might have remained the same after secession. It is possible even that, in 1861, he might have planned the bat tle of Manassas, instead of Winfield Scott. We are very glad he did not, both on account of our ancient love of Old Zach and a strong assurance that he would have proved a much more troublesome customer than " the great soldier of the age." But we admired him as an honest, genuine man, as well as a gallant and successful soldier. Thus much premised, we cannot express our contempt of the ignoble and ludicrous assault of Winfield Scott upon the dead lion. his quite characteristic of the vain old person that he dilates upon General Taylor's ignorance—not of the military art, mind you, but of literature, of which the said Winfield is such a brilliant or nament. Taylor had not enlarged and refreshed his mind by reading, quoth Scott, or even by much converse with the world, having made his home at the frontier and small posts. He had a great "contempt for learning of every kind." In addition to this (oh, shocking!) if an officer looked like a coxcomb he was given to call him so, and would not, to use his oft-repeated phrase, " touch him with a pairof tongs.' An unpardonable offense in the eyes of "Fuss and Feath ers." The old man seems to have been as prejudiced and illiberal as Percy, surnamed Hotspur. Winfield, who is familiar with the English classics, and who is one of the firstof classics himself, will remember : I had rather be ukitten, and dry mew, Than one of these tiame metre-ballad mongers. And again : But I remember, where the fight was done When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless with rage, leaning upon my sword, Caine there a certain lord, neat, trimly dressed, Fresh as a bridegroom, &c., dc. To be so pester'd with a popin Jaw. Out of my grief and my impatience, Am-weed negligently, I know not what. —Probably that he " would not touch him with a pair of tongs." It is true enough that Old Zach had little learning ; and if lie had possessed ever so much—as much, for instance, as Scott and Bacon—we doubt whether it would have made himkny more efficient in the Northwest, in Florida, or Mexi co. He might have talked Latin to Black Hawk, Greek to Osceola, and Hebrew to Santa Anna, without once convincing them of the error of their ways. Why, even Scott, who every cipe knows, is as familiar with each of these languages as with his mother tongue, with which no man ever took greater liberties, could not convince the people of the United States that he was a Netter soldier than General Tay lor. Every one knows that Scott is an author of great and versatile genius, that he wrote the Commentaries on the Bible, in such general use among evan gelical persuasions, and also the Waver ley Novels. But this did not enable him so far to outshine old 'Lath in the field as to become President of the United States. Hence those tears.— However, Scott graciously concedes that Taylor had " a good store of com mon sense." It is a pity that Taylor cannot return the compliment. No man ever possessed less of that substan tial commodity than Winfield Scott. He even admits, in his lofty style, that Taylor " was kind, sincere and hospitable, in a plain way." No one ever said that of Scott. His kindness, sincerity bpd hospitality were all of a gorgeous, gala kind. Old Zach, whose pedigree was "F. F. V." and whose purse could have' paid with ease even Winfield. Scott's debts, never ap proached that magnificence in hospi tality at other people's expense. " The frontier and small posts had been his home." Undoubtedly they had, al though he had a plantation in Louisiana that would have enabled him to live in baronial style. He preferred to do his duty, however, on "the frontier and small plists," whilst Scott flourished about in large cities, with equipages not paid for, and went to Europe, expecting to excite a sensation in countries which were yet reeling under the tread of Napoleon's demigods. For had not Scott killed the King's English at Lundy's Lane and Chippewa, and has he not been repeating the same per formanCe in his autobiography? The sting of this famous assault upon Gen. Taylor lies in the tail of the para graph. In the blindness of his great weakness he, having been named for the Presidency, seriously wronged " Win field Scott. The autobiographer does not condescend to explain when and how. As he has a remarkable memory for wrongs, We are surprised at the omission. We never heard that Taylor ever wronged Scott before his nomina tion to the Presidency, or afterwards, except by being elected. The head and front of his offending bath this extent, no more. Scott afterwards tried toreach the same office, but all his learning, literature, and feathers failed to effect it. He has not tcniade his home on the • frontier and small posts,', nor did he • make it in the White House. • "I wonderi" exclaims the author of • Philip Firmin, are all old men hum ' bugs?" Certainly net. • We know one i old man, however, open to that impu tation. It was not Zachary Taylor. f • fter J. G. Kurtz,. editor of the Belle fonte Central Press, is sla c k of his politi cal associates. Hear how he talks: -" We are heartily disgusted with the business of printing a party newspaper in Centre county. "We have exhausted our means for the welfare and success of the Republi 7 can party; have spent time, money and .labor, for iniScrupulous, ambitious, rot ten-hearted- politicians, who reSpect their 'pledged - iverd 'with ho more con sideration than the swine would the pearls before them." Albert Pike. [From the Little Rock (Ark.) National Demo crat, January 11.1 He (Albert Pike) wore his hair lo g, generally falling to his shoulders, or the coat collar, but not to his waist. His voice, for so large a man, was not very strong. In fact, it was deficient, in that respect, for an orator. He was a remarkable man, as corn binirig two characters, almost essentially distinct. The author of the , " Hymns to the Gods," and some of the finest pieces of our poetry, would be pietured as a pale and melancholy man. Pike is large, robust, and as unlike a dreamy poet as possible. He had a keen appre ciation of the beautiful. Some of his Throughout writings betray a delicacy that borders on sensitiveness, and some of his poems, more especially those he wrote and had published in a limited numberof volumes for distribution among his., personal friends, were like some ilow9rs whose exquisite aroma was scarcely percepti ble, 'except to the educated sense. Yet Pike was sensuous, if not a sensu- alist. He was coarse .in some of his tastes . The man who could detect" the vintage year of fine wines by the taste, and whostwout was unquestionable, could drink his w.lass - of Cincinnati whiskey, and rough it on the judicial circuit, as frontier lawyers had to do. The country was full of tales The Richmond Whig of January 24th publishes the following letter from "Asa Hartz " to General Sherman. "Asa Hartz" is the nom de plume' of ° Major E. G. McKnight, of Columbia, S. C., formerly Assistant Adjutant General to the Confederate General Loring. Major McKnight was captured near Jackson, Miss., and confined for fourteen months on Johnson's rsland. While there he wrote several neat pathetic and humor ous poems which went the rounds of the Northern press, as did also his comical advertisement for a " substitute to stay in his place in prison." He left the Con federate service 011 his exchange • and became associate editor of the Co lumbia (S. C.) Guardian. His advice to General Sherman not to come his well is said Roaneshowed the white feathi way is in his best style, and Ls worth perusing : of Pike, and of his doing in the early history of the State. He was the compeer and associate of a number of brilliant men, who have now passed away—such as Crittenden, Ashley, Trapnall, Yell, and a host of others. Some of the earlier public men were bold as well as brilliant ; desperate us well as gifted. Duels were common ; street fights sometimes oc curred, and insults ended in a tight.— The only duel fought by Pike was with John S. Roane, afterwards Governor; a man with not much brains, but with a happy knack of making the most of slender abilities. That •grew out of some censure of Pike's in relation to the conduct of Roane in the Mexican war, in which both were officers, and where, er. Roane was the challenger. The duel came off on the sands opposite Fort Smith. Neither of the parties was wounded Indeed, Pike was somewhat short-sighted, and it is doubtful if he could have seen Roane at fifteen paces. Save one or two fisticuffs on the circuit, in early days, Pike appears to have got along without much fighting, although lie was editor here in stormy times. He was too large a man, physically, to be attacked with impunity; his personal courage was admitted, and then, we are inclined to think, he was too much of a gentleman, naturally, to be a brawler. His command of language was never excelled by any man except Rufus Choate. Pike could write any thing from a fanciful conceit, delicate as a flower, and clothed in the daintiest words, to the severest invective that ever was poured on the head of a man. We doubt whether anything ever writ ten ever excelled in scorn and sarcasm, in withering objurgation his letters to Holmes, the rebel ( ;eneral commanding the Department of Arkansas.. We may get these and publish them some day, to illustrate the power of _Pike to de nounce, and the history of Arkansas during a part. of the rebellion. As it lawyer, he was acknowledged to be a good one. And here another contrariety in his character appears. Pike, the poetand good fellow, whom, introduced to, would give you the idea of a clever, social, jolly man, who took things easy, and let them come, wag, in reality, one of the most systematic men that ever lived. ills cases were pre- pared with the utmost care. He drew up his bills in chancery, his plans, and all his law papers, with the utmost ac curacy. The ease with which lie did things was wonderful. We have seen a long bill in chancery, a hundred pages in manuscript, written in his neat and peculiar style, with not a blot, or inter lineation, or correction of any kind. And this was the first draft, as he never rewrote such things. He knew exactly what to say, and how to say it. In all his speeches and writings, there is an ease, a How, a use of plain words, and a style, that is charming, froM its clear ness and compactness. He was not ambitious. He never sought political preferment. A man of his abilities could have achieved success. In politics he was a Whig. To our knowledge, Gen. Taylor would have given him oflice, would have tendered him a seat in the Cabinet, but it was re fused. - Whatever aspirations for fame he may have had in his youth, seethed to have abated in middle age. 'When young he achieved a reputation as a poet, and his poems appeared in Black wood's Magazine. He wrote a good deal which was published. Till within the last dozen years his poems were published at his expense, and a limited edition was distributed by him among his friends. He wrote, because he could not help it, or because ittpleased him— at least he wrote neither for tunic nor money. Then he was fond of sporting. He hunted deer with the Indians on the Western prairies—he made one of a party to go moose-hunting in Northern New York. We would hear him catch ing coil with Webster in Massachusetts, then with aparty fishing for pickerel in the great lakes, and we are not certain but he went with an expedition to hunt buffaloes on the plains. Of late, years, that is, for a number of years before the rebellion, he spent his winters in Wash ington, where he practised before the supreme and other courts. There, he was known among the circle of wits, brilliant men and eonvivialists. There the poet, the lawyer, the sportsman, and the hard student was veil known as the high liver and reveller. He was a "bon vivant," and yet no man could do as much intellectual work. He was proverbially careless in money matters. He made vast sums. One fee in a case for the Indians was over a hun bred thousa.nd dollars. His house, as the letter-writer says, was fitted up ele gantly. His library, which we have visited often, was the best of its size N; e ever saw. The selection was of rare and standard works. Many of them were' imported. It excelled in the standard English authors. There'swere several thousand volumes in French. Besides this he had some rare pictures, and the finest engravings ever published. Nor was this all. One room was devoted to philosophical apparatus, 'arKl the natu ral sciences were familiar to him. Many did not understand him, and disliked or rather sneered at him. "He has no commonsense," says one. Why? He spends all his money 'for books, pic tures, wines, and sport. Another said there was something wrong or Pike would have been a great man in the po litical world. The truth is, he cared nothing for wealth except to spend it, nothing for fame, except as itcame, and nothing for political preferment. His sentiments on slavery were not ultra. He always believed and averred that slavery was an evil, but one that should be got rid of as proposed by Henry Clay. He owned a few nomi nal slaves as house-servants, simply be cause white servants could not be pro cured or kept here. He brought some of the latter here, but the females 'soon married, and white men sought inde pendent positions. On the breaking out of the rebellion, Pike went into it more as if driven in than going willingly: He made a speech here in the 'winter. of 1860 before the Legislature, which portrayed the dan gers of secession in vivid colors. When secession was resolved upon, he went with his adopted State. BeH was ap pointed by the convention a commis sioner to the Indians. Jeff. Davis, also, gave him a like commission. This led to his raising an Indian regiment and a brigade for the rebel service. Pie got , -along very well until Hindman came to Arkansas to take control: ' Hindman, who was ambitiolia, reckless., and the incarnation ofselfiihness, took Supplies •and nioney-sent, to Pike and on • their way to him. This led to a .quarrel. •Hindmati sent a guard to arrest Pike got to Montgomeryand saw Davis. Holmes 'v.-assent. to stipersedS'Hindinfin -and heal 4 the.'hietteh,' 4 -but Hindman : inoculated Holmes with his viewis, and Pike had to fight them both. At last he resigned his military commission in disgust. He is now one of the Judges of the Supreme Court in rebel Arkansas. Apart from his rebellionsnesswe con fess an admiration km Pike. He is a man of genius. He is frank, honorable and sincere. He scorns a mean man and a mean action. He is liberal and brave. The rebellion has ruined him as regards wealth and standing among the people of the loyal States. A man of his ability and versatility of talent can make a living anywhere, but the fine home, the circle of wits and lettered men at Washington, the circle of society at Little Rock, the splendid library or librariea—for he had a law library of great extent separate from his private library, the pictures, statuary, correspondence, and the life of mingled sport and business, all are gone. Notthe least of the cures of thisrebel lion is that it drags into its vortex such men as Albert Pike, and that it makes traitors of men of genius, learning and eloquence, who, had they remained true to the Union, would have remained or become " bright particular stars." A Spicy Letter to General Sherman., ASA HARTZ TO GENERAL SHERMAN (knelc Warrior: The sweet young female patriot of the Confederacy, who periodically bathes my classic brow, has just left my bedside in the :NO hospital. Before leaving, she informed me that you intend to come up this way in a short time, if not sooner. Mr. Sherman, don't do it. 1 cannot say, my hero, that you occu py the most loving corner in my heart of Hartz, nor that you are a particularly proper bosom companion of my uncle, .1. H. or " old Blizzard ;" still, I like you with muchness, and do not wish you to take a contract which you cannot fill. A ppreciate duly the kind motives which govern me in this, my gallant Yank, and do justice to the affectionate heart of your considerate trumli. My hero, I don't know if you are aware of the fact, but this section of the once great United States is engaged in a war—a war of some magnitude, to 6— and all the little annoyances incident to a condition of war prevail to a certain extent here. The means of transporta tion are not so abundant as they might have been had peace continued and railroad companies multiplied. Provis ions, in sections where there is a scarcity, are not so plentiful as they Would be if there were inure of them. The people all along the route by which you may reasonably he expected to travel do not fancy your peculiar style. Fondly be lieving you are not a good egg, and that ..ou are not over nice respecting the materials of which your fires are built, they will very naturally place obstruc tions in your way, and might even.so far forget what is due Southern hospi tality as to fire at you with ball cart ridge. They are simple-minded crea tures, my gallant warrior, and don't know any bett4r. I mention these little things , magni ficent Yank, as but a small portion of the difficulties which will make your excursion anything but pleasant. They are by no means the most prominent. Let me tell you a little story : There was a gallant and festive chap from Florida, who used to answer roll (•all in block fourteen, mess two. He was a member of the lapstone rangers, my hero, and as such broke into the prison block aforesaid like a man. He had the bad taste to dislike his quarters, and was simple enough to entertain a desire for freedom. So one day he thought of a plan to break out, and, all unknown to the other lapstones, put it into execution. Time passed on,and the day arrived on which lie fondly hoped to leave the prison walls. He started, my Western hero, but didn't go far before he ran his head against an ounce of lead—and stopped. The lady he used to board with never got another letter from him. He sleeps now where 1 never wish to visit again, and he doesn't care for the cold. My hero, the chap referred to, under took a journey unadvisedly, and never made the trip. In view of his fate, and applying it to your own case, allow me to repeat with gentle firmuess—don't cunr. Should you rashly conclude to follow the bent of your own judgment, my worthy conqueror, and trySo come any how, take advice founded upon experi ence, and eschew all railroad lines. If you undertake the trip by rail, you will die of old age before you reach Danville. Danville, my sweet (4eneral, is supposed to be in the bosom of the mother of States, a geographical fact opened to doubt, and, but for the extremely cold -temperature which prevailed there the last time your trump passed through, liable to the imputation of being in the bosom of the Father of Lies. Don't stop at Danville, Mr. Sherman, unless you have made your peace with heaven and settle with your laundress. A night there would be an infliction too greatfor my worst enemy to bear. Filially, If you will come, my gentle warrior, bring your dinner and stay a week. YOU will find me at the 200 Hospital i 'olumbia, where lam engaged in the highly interesting pastime of robbing the cradle and the grave. I have sacked fifteen cradles in the last sixteen days, and interred all of the spoils except one —an interesting infant of seventy-five summers. I am saving him, my hero, to start a new graveyard with near Charlotte, in the State of North Caro lina. Don't forget to call on Generals Har dee, Beauregard, Johnston, Hill, Tay lor, Bragg and other gentlemen of mili tary instincts, as you come by. They are a jolly and interesting set, and will entertain you in a highly satisfactory manner—to themselves. Remember me soothingly to your Chief Commissary. Yours, in a suggestive way, ASA HARTZ. L'.',lo HOSPITAL, Jan. 23 Stem Reverdy Johnson, in the able speech, strong in sharp logic and legal lore, delivered by him in the United States Senate, the other day, on thebill professedly to regulate commerce be tween the States, but really to put the railroads of the country under the con trol of the•general government, took the following view of his duties which must have surprised many of his colleagues: "We were sent here to take care, among others, of the rights of our States. Our oath to support the Constitution of the United States is not merely to execute all the powers which it confers, but to abstain from exerting any powers which it does not confer. it is an obligation, therefore, to preserve - all the limitations upon the power of the Federal Government, in order to pro tect the inherent and original and undele gated powers which belonged to the States before the Constitution was adopted." It would be well for all the members of Congress in both branches to remem ber that they have duties' of omission as well as commission, iiinftluxt they are bound to protect the States as well as the United States. ' " • . 6e:1;1411E1;1e Titider, livered to the United States Provost Mar shal, at Suspension Bridge, New York, last Friday morning at 4 o'clock. NUMBER 6. The Harris-Burroughs Tragedy---,Who Miss Harris Is andlion . She Chicago Version of the Relations be tween Miss Harris and the Deceased. From the Chicago Times, Feb. 1..1 The telegraphic intelligence from Washington stating that Mr. A. J. Bur roughs, a clerk in the TreaSury Depart ment, had been fatally shot on the previous evening, by Miss Mary Harris, of Chicago, on the plea that he had cruelly wronged her under a promise of marriage, created much excitement and was the theme of general conversation in many circles yesterday. The parties are well known in the city, and moved in a respectable sphere in thecommunity The deceased was a brother of Rev. Dr. Burroughs, president of the Chicago University. He is reported to have been a prominent member of the Baptist church, and for some time acted as fi nancial agent of the university of which his brother is the respected . president. About eighteen months ago he was married to one of the daughters of Mr. C. T. Boggs, of this city, and shortly afterward, through the influence of some friends, he received an appoint ment in the treasury department, and removed to Washington. Within the past eighteen months a young and in teresting girl might have been seen walking about the streets of Chicago, always tastefully attired. She seemed to be about twenty years of age, and was slightly below the middle height. Her appearance was delicate, her cheeks pale, while her hair was dark as the raven's wing, and hung in jetty ringlets round a beautifully-shaped head. Her eyes were dark and sparkling, her nose a well-shaped aquiline, with small mouth ands sweet dimple set in a pret tily-formed chin. During the winter she was in the habit of wearing a dart= fur hat, set jauntily on one side of her head. Her dress was generally of a p aid pattern, looped up to show a balmoral skirt and well-made gaiters which in closed a pair of neatly-formed feet. She looked at all times as if she had just come from the hands of,, her dress maker, and her general appearance was genteel and clistingue. This was Mary Harris, the girl who fatally shot down A. J. Burroughs in Washington. It ap pears from the young woman's story, which she related to a friend in Chicago before she took her departure for Wash ington, that she had metßurroughs in Burlington, lowa, where her parents reside. This was a few years ago, and her parents objected to his paying his addresses to her, owing to the diversity of their ages. They, however, kept up a correspondence; and saw each other frequently, and, it is said, under a prom ise of marriage, he led her from the paths of rectitude and virtue. In relat ing her sad tale, she did not state dis tinctly the wrong she had suffered, but she said two years ago Burroughs returned to Chicago, and the corres pondence was still kept up between them. After this had been going on for about six months, sheresolved to follow Burroughs to Chicago. Her reso lution was put into effect, and a few days afterward she arrived in the city and took up her residence with a friend in the south division. She used her utmost endeavors to find Burroughs, but was unsuccessful. She could not find him in the city. A short time after her arrival, she began to receive letters through the post office, written evident ly in a disguised hand. The writer de clared that he had seen her walking about the streets, that he quite adored her, and wished to obtain an interview in order that he might tell her how much he loved her, and so forth. She placed the letters in the hands of the friend with whom she lived, who re plied to some of them. At last a letter came, appointing an interview at a house in the south division:, which does not bear the most envia ble reputation. This letter was also re plied to, and the request for the meet ing granted, in order to learn what would be theresult. Miss Harris, how ever, declared that she had never any intention of keeping such an appoint ment. On tub day following that which she had given the promise to meet this would-be Lothario, a male friend of the lady was induced to go to the house in question and make inquiries. He there learned that an individual whose de scription corresponded with that of Mr. Burroughs, had called and engaged an apartment stating that he expected to meet a lady. He informed the people of the house that he would let the lady in when she called, and took up his po sition in the hall for that purpose. He waited long, and, the lady not making her appearance, took his departure, evidently much chagrined. When Miss Harris was informed of these circumstances, she adopted the idea that Burroughs wanted to get her again into his power. About this time she learned that he had been married, and then she determined to pay a visit to Dr. Burroughs and inform him of all that had taken place. In reciting her wrongs she declared that Dr. Burroughs was acquainted with her, and received her in a friendly manner. When he learned the particulars of her story, he expressed the greatest surprise that his brother should have been guilty of such conduct. She told Dr. Burroughs that she was satisfied that his brother had written the letters she had received through the post office. A few days subsequent to the above interview, she received intelligence that her present lover had departed for Washington. She, however, continued to reside in the city, expecting he would return, when she intended to institute proceed ings against him. But he did not again visit Chicago. On the sth of July, Mary Harris insti tuted an action for breach of promise of marriage in the Superior Court of this city, against A. J. Burroughs. The case is No. 805 fn the chambers room. It is now pending, but the fearful -death of one of the parties has suddenly brought it to a termination. About the close of the last year, a gentleman residing in Baltimore, a friend of the family, having been informed of all the circum stance of the case, sent a note to Miss Harris, stating that, if she would come on to Baltimore, he would accompany her to Washington, and defray all ex penses of prosecuting Burroughs. She consulted with some of her friends on the subject, and related the particulars of her sad story as given above. They were of opinion that the offer should be accepted, and she left for Baltimore about three weeks ago. She went from there to Washington, and the sequel of her painful story is briefly told in the few lines transmitted from that city by telegraph. The affair has cast a shade of gloom over the many respectable families, with whom the parties are con nected by the ties of blood. Which will you do, smile and make others happy, or be crabbed and make everybody around you miserable? You can live among beautiful flowers and singing birds, or in the mire, surround ed by fogs and 'frogs. The amount of happiness you can produce is incalcu lable, if you will show a smiling face, a kind heart, and speak pleasant words. On the other hand, by sour- looks, cross words and a fretful disposition, you can make hundreds unhappy,almost beyond endurance. What will you do? Wear a pleasant countenance, let joy beam in your eye, and love glow on your fore head. There is no joy so great as that which springs from a kind act or a pleas ant deed, and you may feel it at night when you rest and at morning when you rise, and through the day when about your daily business. —A gentleman of our acquaintance, who is sometimes extremely unfortu nate in-the selection of his phrases, re marked at a parreoently, in the hear ing Qt tlie. - Zruuni of, the "helle of. the -evening," who had just risen from the piano, "Yes she is indeed a charming girl—a very nice creature"—nice screecyer!" . TEEI - OF''AD BUirtitzsa :AIMS= 71541 - square of tezi lined; tenpeseoent ~..tncrease fractions of ayes:. REAL ESTATE, PEsBOBAL Pigaritarr, STA ZW. AttnnarnsraG, 7 ioexite a . for ..the first, and 4 cents for twill Stingiegtllt laser!" PATE= Mironunirs and other adVer'S by the column: One column, I year a =lOO Half column, 1 year 60 Third oolumn, 1 year, ......« Quarter c01umn,....._ 80 Busrirsss Calms, of ten lines or less, _ One year .. .. . .... 10 Business Cards, five lines or less, one year,...5 LEGAL AIM - o'M= NOIICE:3-r Executors' notices.. Administrators' noiices,„. .. Assignees' notices,.... - 'Auditors' notices - Other "Notices," ten lines, or less; A Negro Admitted to !quake in the Su preme Court of the U. S. Mr. J. S. Rock, a negro lawyer of Massachusetts, was admitted to practice in the United States . Suprerne Court on motion of Mr. Sumner. A.special ,cor respondent of the N. Y. ',Tribune gives the following description . of the scene ; The Deed Scott Decision Buried in the Supreme Court—A Negro Lawyer Admitted by Chief Justice Chase. WASHII4.GTON, Feb. 1. Oh, augustly simple funeral cortege— oh, dead, wrapped in the cerements that the divine hand of revolution folds ItS" victims with, augustly exciting in your stormy birth, transcendently mischiev ous in your little life—Senator Charles Sumner and negro lawyer John S. Rock the pall-bearers—the room of the Su preme Court of the United States a Pot ter's Field—the corpse the Dred Scott decision. Through the door that was toonarrow to freely let out the bearers that bore Charles Sumner's inanimate form from the Senate Chamber, where ho had been stricken down by the assassin of the slave power, Charles Sumner to-day marched back, leading a negro by the hand, and standing upon the very spot that had been stained with his blood for demanding freedom andequality for the blacks in America, demanded of the Supreme Court of the United States to enroll among its members an African lawyer, and to license him to practice at its bar. The black man was 4idmitted. Jet black, with hair of an Antra twist—let me have the pleasure of , Saying by pur pose and with premeditation, of an ag gravating " kink "—unqualifiedly ob trusively, defiantly "Nigger "—with no palliation of complexion, no let down in lip, no compromise in nose, no abate ment in any facial, cranial, osteological particular, from the despised standard of humanity brutally set up in our poli tics and in our judiciary by the Dred Scott decision, this inky-hued African stood in the monarchical power of recog nised American Manhood and Ameri can Citizenship, within the bar of the Court which had solemnly pronounced that black men had no rights which white men were hound to respect, stood there a recognised member of it, profes sionally the brother of the distinguished counsellors on its long rolls, in rights their equal, in the standing which rank gives their peer. By Jupiter it ovas grand ! "[was dramatic, too. At three minutes before 11 o'clock in the morning, Chas. Sumner entered the Court-room, fol lowed by the negro applicant for admis sion, and sat down within the bar. At 11 the procession of gowned Judges en tered the room, with Chief Justice Chase at their head. The spectators and law yers in attendance rose respectfully en their coming. The Associate Justices Seated themselves nearly at once, as is their courteous custom of waiting upon each other's movements. The Chief Justice, standing to the last, bowed with atlitble dignity to the Bar, and took the central seat with a great presence. Im mediately the Senator from Massachu setts arose, and, in a composed manner and quiet time, said : " May it please the Court, I move that John S. Rock, a member of the Supreme Court of the State of Massachusetts, be admitted to practice as a member of this Court." The grave to bury the Dred Scott de cision was in that one sentence dug, and it yawned there wide open, under the very eyes of some of the judges who had participated hi the juridical crime against Democracy and humanity. The assenting nod of the great head of the Chief Justice tumble in the corse and filled up the pit, and the black counsel lor of the supreme Court got on to it and stamped it down, and smoothed the earth to his walk to the rolls of • the Court. Horrible Murder--A. Man Killed Ills Father, Mother and Wife. One of the most cold-blooded, heartless murders which have ever been called upon to record occurred at. Woodstock, Michigan, nine miles from Hudson, on Monday night last, The name of the murderer is David F. Bivins. He was formerly in the army, but becoming weary of the service deserted, and ir - stead of returning to his father's, where his wife was living, took up his abode at Grafton, in this State. Since his re tuiin he became enamored of a young lady at Grafton and knowing that he could not marry her while his wife lived, he resolved upon murdering the latter, and to secure his father's property de-, termined to destroy the entire house- . hold. He states that three times he visited his father's residence for the pur pose of carrying out his.murderous in tentions, but on each occasion his heart - failed him. On Monday last he went there again, and, as the sequel shows, consummated the hellish deed. He passed through this city in the afternoon of that day, and arriving at Hudson hired a horse and buggy to go to Woodstock. Arriv ing at his father's lie tied his horse un der a shed, entered the dwelling, and drawing a revolver presented it at his father; the cap snapped ; he cocked the pistol again, and taking aim, shot the old.gentleman through the head. He then shot his mother, who was sitting in a chair. By this time- his wife step ped up to him and plead that he would not kill her, and he says she caught hold of the weapon. ' De termined on accomplishing hil3 purpose, he endeavored to wrench the weapon from her grasp, but she succeeded in getting it from him. A scuffle ensued, which ended in his recovering the weapon and shooting her through the heart. He then set fire to the premises, got into his buggy and started on his re turn to Grafton. On leaving the place he neglected to take a robe and a strap which accompanied the horse and buggy, and these articles led to his de tection. • Yesterday morning a couple of officers of Lenawee county, having satisfied themselves that Bivins was the crimi nal, went to Grafton, and finding the young man, informed him that his pa rents and wife had been murdered. Bi vins is reported to have exclaimed "My God! who killed them ?" feigning sur prise. The officer replied, " You did," and at once took him into custody ; and on the arrival of the afternoon train, the prisoner, heavily ironed, and the of ficers returned to this City and thence to Hudson. Bivins subsequently confessed the deed to the officers, and narrated the particulars of the triple murder, tothose wishing to listen, W ith perfect sang froid -apparently not the least affected: We learn that the elder Bivins was 57 years of age, the mother, 51, and the wife 20. The latter expected to give birth to a child in a short time.—Toledo (0.) Blade Feb. 3. . A Tower of Skulls. Lamartine in his " Pilgrimage to the Holy Land," writes as follows: When I was about a league from Nisa, the last Turkish town almost on the frontier of Servia, I saw a large tower rising up in the midst of the plain as white as Parian marble. I took the path which led to it. I desired a - Turkish lady who accompanied me to hold my horse, and I sat down under the shade of the tower to enjoy a few moments repose. No sooner was I seated, than raising my eye to•the monument, I discovered that the walls, • 'which I supposed to be built of marble or of regular rows of white stone, were composed of regular rows of human skulls, bleached by rain and sun and cemented by a little sand and lime, formed entirely the triumphal arch which now sheltered me from the burn ang There must be from fifteen to twenty thousand. In some places portions of °hair are still hanging,. and waved like lichen or moss with every breath_ of wind. The_mountain breeze was then blowing fresh, penetrating the innumerable cav ities of the skulls, anti sounded like a mournful and plaintive sigh. These were skulls of fifteenthousandServians who had been.putto death bythepacha in the last insurrection of Servia. • Ser via, however, is now free, andth's mon.; ument will teach their children the value of independence by showing them the price at which their forefathers porches.- . edit." ...... ..... 2.00 ... ..... -. 2.00 /.50
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