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BY "STRAWS:"
y o e're travelling on it-iteatnboat, say ;
.k walking nere and there;
You'll, maybe, meet . a pretty face—
certain witching air;
You'll see it once or twice, and then
say " she's very pretty 1"
~ndtben,perhaps, you'll walk away, 1
`And, maybe, hum a ditty. ,
Well, then, perhaps, at dinner time,
A - gfance or two may wander '
Towards the table's upper end,
Where she's a sitting, yonder ;
You'd find a tdmething 'bout her mouth,
And : the way she lifts her fork,
A3d cuts her meat, and moves her jaw,
And her other table work !
You meet her then upon the "guard,"
Where with her friend, she's walking,
Her arm 'round her companion's waist,
As girls do when they're talking;
You note the sweetest kind of foot
- That nameless girlish grace—
And that bright smile, which makes you glow
To see on a girl's face.
Well, this. goes on, perhaps two'days,
You keep a walking 'round,
And find'yourself, when near her, '
Very 'silent and prOfound;
At last—Lord ! what a thing it is ! •
It runs you thro' and thro'—
You raise you eyes, and catch her glance—
A tide glance—and at you !
course she drops her eyes at once,
And looks upon the Hoor—
n] you may watch her by the hour
But wont catch her any more;
;t, somehow, she don't move away,
In which a comfort lies;
AndLho' you cannot see 'em, yet,
You kiwi "a feel her eyes!
'ell, then, perhaps, one of the Coors
Is lined with looking-glass,
-which, perhaps, you see tier face
As, loungingly, you pass ;
an take a peep, you walk away, -
And then walk back again—
, n sit and look, as tho' her face
You'd draw right out the inns!
.u're trying'all the time to look
As unconcerned as ever—
ju run your fingers thro' your hair,
Perhaps to burn endeavor
siill you're peeping at her face,
,nd time don't pass so dull!
.en, suddenly, in peeping, whew !
You meet her eyes right full !
gracious! where's your breath! you're
You feel your a blushing. [gone!
wonder why so old a hand'
ihould feel his blood a rushing ;
lain you sit, and so does-she,
And at once, without instructor,
find a pane of looking-glass
eery good conductor! •
11, solit goes; next morning p'r'eps _
'ou pow to her at breakfast,
then you fiddle with your fork,
teed of swallowing your steak fast
1, the has no great appetite ;
id what she eats she minces,
, ts Uneasy on her chair,
f worried with the chintzes
Is you venture, on the "guard ," •
say something 'bout "the morning,"
' says "yes sir," with a smile
blush her cheek adorning !.
m—you can't say any more
shecan't look up either o
iu almost want to get away,
1 yo u don't want to neither !
now you're in the state for more
ace operation;
not the process, but at once
3 7" manipulation !"
lett her fingers—if she stands
don't lift up her head,
lug is out, as Crocket says,
)tere right—then go ahead ! 4 .
; sss s s set ItivErt.
, Vashingten:
:ere the hearts, and strong the mink
those who framed, id high debate,
lmortal league of love that binds
fair, broackEmpire, State with State.
zlithe gladness of the hour,
en, as the auspicious task was done.
emu trust, the sword of power,
given to glory's tunspoird son.
3 1e race is gone; the mum
Y years have risen and set;
bright links those chosen ones
lagly tinged, are brighter yet.
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The Assassin's Sister.
OR THE NIGHT BEFORE EXECUTION.
BY J. 11. INGRAHAM.
One morning in May, 184—, I was
seated in the Cafe St. Louis, id New
Orleans, reading a paper and sipping
coffee, when a young man ,entered and
took his seat at the marble table next to
me. ; He was about twenty- ‘ two years
of agei, with fine features, and a dark
hazel l eye of exceeding brilliancy. His
complexion was remarkably pure and
clear, With a rich rose hue upon either
cheek. His dark chestnut )lair fell in
flowing; yet graceful masses far below
his collar. He was fashionably attired
,;
indeed his dress was in the extreme of
the mode. A diamond glittered upon
his little finger : and a ruby of• great
size blazed amid the laced ruffles of his
shirt bosom.
He took his seat with an easy, negli
gent air, and, in French, called for a
bottle of wine. It was brought to him,
and filling a tumbler with the blood-red
claret, he drank it off, and then lighting
a fragrant .cigar, began to smoke. I
now Aserveehim more closely. He
would have been very handsome but
for a fierce light—a quick, lightning
like glance that flashed from his eyes.
I saw that a spark would enkindle his
fiery nature into a flame.
1 finished my coffee and laid down my
paper. As 1 did so, it fell from the
edge of the table, and lightly struck the
boot of the young Creole. did not
deem this of any consequence, but was
reminded that it was regarded so by
the young gentleman.; for I had not
gone three steps from my seat, when I
felt his little finger laid very lightly up
on my arm.
Monsieur will apologise !" said
the youngman, fixing his eyes upon
we,-and speaking in a low tone, with
an extraordinary emphasis upon the last
word.
'..For what should I apologise, Mon
sieur ?" I asked in surprise.
For letting , that Gazette touch my
person."
It fell from the table," •I said half
angrily, yet amused at his serious man
ner.
•• Monsieur must apologise," he re
pea,ted in the same tone as before. It
was not a demanding nor authoritative
one, but quiet, earnest, positive.
I have no apology to make, - Mon
sieur. The idea is .absurd. You
jest."
I am in earnest," he said seriously,
his eyes fairly blazing.
So am I. Monsieur."
I was passing on, when he laid hid'
fore-finger again lightly.upon my arm,
and then drew from his vest pocket a
richly inlaid card-case, and taking from
it a card, with a formal and marked bow,
presented it between two fingers to
wards me. I took it and read, .
1 , M. JULES DE. VEREADX.
Rue Corondelet.
.1 bowed respectfully to M. Jules de
Vereaux, and in return for his courtesy
gave him my own card, as the most
quiet way of settling the little affair for
the moment, though I well knew this
interesting person, accordingio the in
terpretation of this act amonk,duellists,
regarded' it as an acceptance of his po
lite proposition (in giving his card) to
arrange the batter by a duel. But I
had no intention of fighting my mercu
rial friend, as I did not feel myself
bound to be governed by the laws of
any court of duellists. What the re
sult of giving my card in return would
have been, and whether I should have
had to meet M. Jules de Vereaux and
be run through the body for . letting a
newspaper fall from the corner,of • a ta
ble and hitting the toe of his boot, I
cannot tell ; as a new circumstance at
once transpired which placed my fiery
antagonist in a position quite different
from tint in which he had stood a mo
ment before.
After receiving my card and address. ,
he -very politely touched his hat, the
fire in his eyes became milder, "a smile
of satisfaction rested on his lips, and he
turned and walked away, aftet saying
blandly, with a
. graceful curve of his
jewelled ,hand,
Monsieur shall hear front me." ,
I bowed in the acknowledgement of
his kind intention. respecting me;
_and
was beginning to turn over in my mind
how I shand avoid -a :renconter • with
this amiable -young men ;• for, as I re
solved not to accept the challenge which
I knew he would shoitly honor me
with, : I was well aware he vow not
fail, according to the laws made and
provided in such 'eases, to- attack.me
openly in the streets. -This attack I
I resolved to abide, lot it•ii one thing
Regardless of Denuncialloa front any Quarter.--Gov.PonTsit
'/L'OMilairaLst 221=70E81D OVOISTIF79 s),Alice ilitf9 'O,G3dEs•
to meet a man in a duel, and another
to defend one's life in a chance encoun
ter. The guilt of the duelist could ne
ver attach to the hand of one who slays
him who attacks him seeking for his
llfe. So I resolved to refuse the chal
lenge, and prepare to defend myself,
should this sensitive young gentleman
see fit to,assault me.
But,ihere proved to be no necessity
that I should trouble myself about com
ing to. any decision. The young_ man,
my antagonist, absorbed in his affair
with me, was walking out of the- Cafe
forgetful of his bill. He was just dis
appearing outside of the Venetian
screen which stands before the open
doors of all - cafes, when the'keeper of
the cafe said, politely=
" Monsieur - has forgotten to pay for
his wine !
The yoUng creole stopped and fix
ing hie eyes upon him with flashing
rage, said,.
.. How dare you stop me! Do you
think I .em going to cheat you! Take
that !" and he threw a dollar at the
man's head with such force that the
man uttered a cry of pain, and began
Venting his wrath in a voluble chain of
Gascon curses. One or two epithets
applied to him; infuriated the young
Creole, and with a countenance livid
with rage, he drew from his waistband
a large broad-bladed stiletto, and sprang
upon the man. Before any hand could
interfere to arrest the blow, the: flash
ing knife had descended into his bos
om, and the heft.struck audibly against
the breast bone. Not satisfied with
this, the assassin drew it, forth, and
with a second bloW nearly severed the
head of his victim from the body. -
A cry of horior ran through the apart
ment as the murdered man fell in his
blood upon the sanded floor. The
murderer stood with the reeking knife
in his uplifted hand, his right foot ad
vanced, and his eyes glaring with mena
cing fierceness upon those around him.
Some one flew to the door. and shouted
for the gens de armes, and a young
man who was sipping coffee rose front
his table, drew a pistol and advanced
upon him ...to surrender."
The only reply was a demonical
Smile of defiance, and a firmer grasp
upon his gory weapon.
The young man slowly approached
him with his pistol cocked, and the
assassin's eye was fixed upon him and
the hand that held the knife nervously
worked as if lie was meditating a leap
and a blow. The eye of tit; other was
cool and steady, and lie evidently: ex
pected the attack,- but was as plainly
• prepared to shoot him dead upon the
spot if he moved'to leap upon him. In
this manner he had 'advanced within
four feet of him when the assassin's
knife glanced like lightning, not aimed
at his breast, but at the pistol barrel,
which be struck, with such force that it
`Was knocked from his hand, and the
brave youth stood at his mercy. The
assassin Would have followed up his
blow,by burying the knife in his breast,
when a Yankee shingle speculator from
the Ponoboscol, caught up an immense
waiter with Which he covered his body
as with a shield, and rushed boldly,.np
on hint. The assassin struck=difdly - at
this singular defence with his knife,
but the Yankee pressing him closely,
suddenly'stopped. and catching him by
the feet, overthrew him. The next
moment he was disarmed and bound ;
and a little while afterwards three geusl
a'armes appearing, he was taken to
prison.. •
. This cool-blooded Murder,
,produced
no little sensation throughout the'City ;
and as the yoUng man was wealthy and
connected with the•first 'faniiaes in - the
State, the public interest was greatly
augMent. : Popular opinion was singu
larly divided as the day of his trial ap
proached. Heavy bets were laid and
readily taken up that he woOld_ not be
convicted. It Was known that counsel
had been employed by his fabily. to
whom the enormous sum of twenty
thousand dollars had been paid. Lovers.
of honorable and equitable administra
'lion of justice trembled for the result.
But there were many who had faith in
the integrity - ,of the administrators, of
the laws, and that the assassin would
not escape. The .excitement among
thilOwer - Orders Was very .. high. It
was the.belief of this'elaSs that the mur
derer would elude justice'by means. of
„gold and, family influenceond deep and
vengeful were their oaths•otrctribution,
should lie be acquitted. , . • •
, • -
The'day'of trial 'came. -The
court was thronged; and the streels.ap
preaching it,were etowded• with-.an, ex
cited multitude.. ; ..Shouts rent the air, at
the announcement; and. when the . pyi
tem' was 'known that he was` tti eta:.
ken to his prison, and then ,tat day'
, -
three weeks. led to the gallovvi for exe
cution, the gratification of the people
was not
but
by a shout .as at
first, but by a deep murmuring of satis
faction.
Jules de . Verehux, as we have'said,
belonged to one of the wealthiest and
most aristocratic 'families in New Or
leans. He was naturally of a proud,
haughty,' imperious spirit, full of fiery
passions and vet:" sensitive in 4. points
of honor." He had shot a man (in 'a
duel, of course,) for looking at him hard.
He had killed another for accidentally
puffing cigar smoke in his face. He
had called out a third for speaking to
his sister, in a ball room, without a
proper introduction. He might have
killed a fourth for letting a news
paper fall upon the toe of his boot; but
we are safe, and M. Jules de Vereatix's
card remains with us as a momento mi
ro of himself.
The sister to whom I have alluded,
was one of the most beautiful females
in the capitol of the South-west. She
was remarkable for her haughtiness and '
lofty spirit. She was like her brother,
but less vicious. His evil qualities;
were tempered in her, and became aids
to her fascination. Men were bewil
dered by her beauty, but feared her.
It is the night before the morning set
for the execution of her brother. From
the first intelligence of his deed of blood
she had shut herself up from all save
hits. Twice the Fiend girl had been
permitted to visit him, the first time'
just after his arrest, the second. time af
ter he received his sentence. She had
now, within the last. hour, received per
mission from the-judge to visit him, to
bid him an everlasting farewell.
She left her stately mansion in Cor- .
ondolet street, just after dark.
,Alone.
and veiled, she entered the carriagethat
was awaiting her within the portecochere
It drove to the gloomy city prison and
stopped. She alighted and presented
her ticket Of admission to the keeper.
Bars and bolts were removed before her,
and she was guided along a dark cor•
ridor, and then descended into another,
Ithat was beneath the foundations of the
prison. At an iron-cased door at the
extremity, the gen d'arme who was
her guide, stopped. and removing the
bolt and massive bar;_threw it open.
Aladame will find the condemned
there," he said coldly.
Monsieur• will retire to the end of
the passage," she said,-in n firm voice;
and the man felt a piece of coin fall into
his palm. By. the weight he knew it
was gold, and without looking at it he
answered respectfully
<< Oui, Madame. You shall be
obeyed."
He then proceeded slowly to the ex
tremity of the corridor, humming the
air of the Hymn Marsellois. The
young womari entered the condemned
cell, holding in her hand the lamp
which the gen! d'arrne had left with her.
She, with difficulty, so great was its
ponderous Weight, l drew the door to
after her. She stood a moment.to let
,her eyes survey - the gloorn. From a
corner, rose to his feet, with - clanking
chains, the figtire 'of her brother. He
had been sleeping, and the light did
what the ;noise of bars and bolts could
not do—a Woke him. He stared•wild
ly at his sister. 'She was veiled and
clad in mourning. -He • was pale, and
an expression, of keen . suffering was
manifested in his face. She bhp(' her
veil, and advancing a step, pronounced
his dame: l He clasped — his hands 'to
gether at hearing her voice, and cried
bitterly. •
So you have come to see me be
fore.tdie ?"
t. Yes, brother !" she said,. with sin
gular resolution in her tones. -
She- was very, very .pale, but there
was an unusual energy : in the expression
of her countenance:
‘. You cannot save me then ?" he
asked eagerly, yet, as if he had no
hope..
iintioSsible, Jules ! Every,
means hai'bien tried. • Gold has been
- offered' without limit. But the officers
will not be corruptetl." -
-MUst die. I must swing
like a felon — ltoin the gallows ! Made
the mock of the canaille ! This is
And lifting his
Rs neck . ; he elasiii
a mingled air of'h
You -.shall no
lows, Jules,'! said
black eyes lightly,
dinary
Can,you save me. then ?".-he
ite!zin, her band, and earnest:
7
jy-tigartling_th w;orktiigs of .the
tehinCe: '• •
Yei; frcim she replied;'
in a deep tone. , • ,
Ho stood 'silent. He covered] his
;faee,with. his hands. He shook from
'head to foot like an aspen.- He ihad
c.omprehen'ded her ! He knew her
~,proud and determined spirit too well
not to understand his sister's dreadful
meaning. He groaned heavily/
I dare not," he said.faintly , .
You must! You shall not die on
the galloi.Vs! You shall die like'a
Vereaux You shall die like a man !”
, .
•• Sister !"
" Here is what will save the honor
of your family.. I have brcMght it with
me. Take it, and after I embrace you,
let the point boldly find your heart."
I would rather live till to-morrow.
Life is sweet. One night and a few
hours to-morrow is a long life to one
condemned to die."
- - -
• " This is weakness, Jules ! I have
come Here 'one a sacred errand. My
time id limited. I will - not be defeated.
The honor of our family must be pre
served. Now let me embrace thee !"
Sho threw her arms about his neck,
and as she kissed his cheek, her tears
fast trickled upon his chins. She dis
engaged herself and stood up. She
had left the dagger in his hand.
" Blister, this is fearful ! Must I
die ?"
•• Are you a man and ask me ? Die,
bravely and honorable ! "Fis but a
stroke ! Die, and cheat the ragingsnob
of their revenge! Will you hang dan
gling in the air to be a spectacle of
-scorn and mockery ? No, brother.—
Thank me that I liars placed in your
hand the means of rescuing your name .
from infamy.
•• Sister,: farewell !" he said, in a
trembling voice, Give me your
hand ! . Let me press it once more to
my lips.! Farewell. It is a dreadful
thing to die so soon But 1 niust!—
Farewell !"
He raised his agitated arm to, give
the blow 1.. His hand trembled. She
veiled . her face with her hands and
sunk upon her knees. She beard tbe
fatal blow given !—The heavy
She offered some wild - words of pray-
er for his soul, and after a moment's
rose and_ gazed. upon him. He had'
given the blow with unerring certainty.
The stilettb was in his breast, and he
was lying dead at her feet.
This extraordinary, young woman
was arrested for the murder, but acquit
ted, the gen d'arme having at the
,ma
went come to the door and seen the
prisoner strike the blow himself.
Whether Jules de VereauX •• rescued
his name from infamy" by committing
suicide, is a question we shall leave for
adjustment to a committee of our read
ers. We have recorded only the facts
as they transpired, for in the tale there
is more of fact titan fiction.
Battle by horses.
Southey tells the following picturesque
incident of the Peninsular war:—Two
of the Spanish regiments which had
been quartered in Funen,.were -cavalry
mounted on fine black, long-tailed Anda
lusian horses. It was impracticahle to
bring off there horses, r about 1100- in
number, and Romana was' not a man
who could order theni to be destroyed.
He was fond of horses himself,i and
knew that every man was attached to
bis beast which had Carried him So far
and so faithfully. Their bridles were
taken off and they were taken off and
they were turned loose upon the beach.
A scene -ensued, such as probably was
never before witnessed. They .Were
. sensible that they were no longer under
any restraint of human power. A 'gene
ral conflict ensued, in which retaining
the discipline they had learned,; they
charged each other in squadrons Of ten
or twenty together ; then closely enga
ged,strikincr.With their fore feet, and h
• l
ung and tearing each Other withVerOcious
rage,--and trampling over those Which
were beaten down, till the shore,_ in the
course of an hour was.strewn with dead
and disabled. Part, of them had been
set - free on - a rising groUnd,'at a - distance;
they no sooner heard the roar of the bat
tle,. than .they came • thundering .1!lown
over theintermediate hedges,, and •atch
ing the
.contagieus madness, planed in
to the fight With fury. Sublime as the
seeiie was, it Was tboltorribleto be long
comtemplated, and Romana, in mercy,
gave orders : for destroying them, but it
was Pound too dangerous to attempt this;
and afterthe last boats quitted the b l each,
the few noises that remained were still
seen engagedjin the . dreadfut work bf mur
tual destruction: -
Oftetiron'a-field
day; hap'pened`..tia; be-. thrown ,:frokn, his
horse, and. as he lay . sprawling 4n : the
ground, said to. a..friend (urho ran to his
seeiitenee,)
. 1 thonghi - 1 had—iniproked
in my riding, but Ifittiflhavolfullio rff.
[DV 1110 190 aecoreaftt MIEN
■
Amusement of a Moil& Sultan.
The Meshwa -Herald now proclaims
ed Shasha (the blow-giver,) t and
the six-fingereo-Alee,
,each of free will,
were about to
,test their strengtli, l ang
that a royal &illation of fifty gold mit
=lid would be the reward 'of the eon
querer. " May Go:Ft:less our Lord 1"
shouted by ten thousand voices, drown
ed the cry of the herald, " the deafen
er," as the people called him, from his
astounding voice. Both the champions
were already on the appointed ground,
when there arose the question which
should receive the first blow. On this
the sturdy Alec spoke :—" 0, mighty
Shasha, slave' of the defender of the
faithful, the Sultan of the world ; it is
my duty' to grant that advantage even
to.the meanest servant of the Cord."—
The blow-giver'replied ;—" Your course
of life is run ; it has. reached its goat!
Where. shall I deal the fatal blow ?"
Alec pointed to the top of his head.—
The long and muscular arm of the black
was now raised and poised in the air
over/the skull of Alee, who, with knees •
slightly - bent, stood Undaunted beforo
his antagonist, a broad 'grin upon his
features, as if certain of power- of
resisting all human strength, Down
came the fist' /of the black, sounding
like the sledge-hammer when struck
with force against fin anvil. Alee stag
gered, drops olsweat burst out tip on
his forehead, his eyes rolled with
pain and seemed, starting &dm' their
sockets ; but recovering, he shook him
self,' end rubbing his buileisshaped head
and looking around, exclaimed Al
lah ! that is what you may call a blow,
too, Allah ! But now comes my turn,
_O, Bokhary !,and if it pleases the most
mighty God Shasha, the blow-giver,
shall never deal another."
Then, turning to the Sultan i ,he crav
ed to be alloWed to plade "himself on
equal height with hiti tall opponent.—
This . was granted; and four soldiers
were Ordered to fetch a marble block
that was at hand, but they found it. too
much for them. Alee'. ran to the-spot,
and having, with - their assistance, put
it on his shouldiers, brought it and plac
ed it front of-the Sultan. Then. hav
ing doffed his gelab, he took his.posi
tion ori the block, and clenching his
six-fingered fist and throwing his body
slightly backwards, raised his arm, and
seemed to choose a posture-whereby
he might secure the greatest power.—
He hesitated„ and dropped his arm, as
if to consider a little longer. And now
the black man trembled; and- over his
sooty face there seemed to come a hor
rid paleness,* Alee resumed, in a yet
more decided manner, his posture .of
attack. Down, rapid as a thunder-bolt,
fell glee's fist, and with it fell the black,
never to rise again. The Bokhar t y's
skull was frightfully fractured, and he
who bad so Often dealt the blows of
death, was now but as one of those who
bad meta like fate from-his own relent
less atm. "There is no---potisr nor
strength in any but God," exclaimed the
Sultan, as the black expired at his feet;
' , Give the Clown," pointing to Alec,
" the fifty ducats, and let him have safe
conduct. Shasha, in truth,- is a great
loss to -my household ; but who can
,avoid Gnd's -decrees . , which are written
in the Book of. Fate." Alee took his
purse ; 'and ere the Sultan's mandate
for him to be escorted: could be put in
force, he had mingled :with.the crowd,
and was seen no more: Some said that
the brethren of the black murdered him
that night.--Hay's Western Maga
zine, .
. .
NgUATIVE INNOCENCE.-" What's
the matter .1012.,?"
I aint 'done nothing. father." ,
Well, what'are you crying for then )
you lubber ?"
"I was afraid you'd, whip tne.'
t'W hat ! whip yoU when you havu't
done - anything, ?,"
'• Yes ) sir."
.
:".Go.into the house, yptibooby."
John .went into the.house, • and his
father went dow.h.to the farm..' 'Very
soon his father ' . carne .
.back in- a rage,
and laying.a..cowliiile :river the urchin's
back, said 1 did not tell you when I
went.awaY, to hoe that corii"
Yes; 'Sir-4ut you me just
Prow that • you wouldn't whip - me if I
hadn't done nothing."
APPEAL TO MODESTY.—In the
National. Intelligencer, of Friday,' is an
addresi 'to the ladies,' of America; from
the , • , Feniale Statue 'representing the
Indian race,. in , front uf , the capitol,"
pray ieg . that she . may. be rescued from
the utter nakedtiees. 'phich Italian
art has presented her: _lo, the American
world. -She aske up- wire than-,”.the
broad tvamimirk belt, and modestlf, ad
juttedinantle of her native
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