Bradford reporter. (Towanda, Pa.) 1844-1884, March 13, 1852, Image 1
aill-g , 54Ms TOW AND A: an iliontinn, lllcmt la, 1952. Vuttrii. (Frog the Patsburg Commeretal Journal) SONG: ! COMRADES FILL NO GLASS FOR ME DT STSPREN,C. 703TL2 Oh ! comrades fill no glass for me' To drown my soul in liquid flame; Fur if I drank.the toast should be— Tc blighted fortune, health and fame Yet though I long to quell the strife That passion holds against my life, Still boon companions may ye be; But comr.tdes fill noglass for me I know a breast that once was light, Whose patient sufferings need my care; I I,now a heir( that once was bright, But drooping hopes have neztled there: Then, while the tear drops nightly steal, From woum'ed hearts that I shonld heal, Though hobo companions ye may be oh ! comrades fill no glass for me! NVlum I was young, I felt the tide Of asrations undefiled ; Bur manhood's years have wronged the pride My parents centred in their child. Then by a mother's sacred tear, By all that memory should revere, Though boon companions ye may be. . Oh! comrades fill no glass for-me ! HE BLOODY HAND I.E 41' MGR OF OLD " IRONFIDLS OFF LEC. 5110D.F.." fixre a blood on your hand. Julia," said a tall, rie made woman, in a homespun dress, as •tie," t,p the health of the solitary farm honse, r of England, at the close of a cold , mber t day in the year 18—. e :,er.on thus addressed was an ironfaced far. about the middle size, with dark eyes peer i,.rthealli a pair of shaggy. eye-brows. His was flushed, as though old age had been Ike wildfire through his swollen veins, ~,s brawny hand as he looked at the clot of blend thtit.stamed it, seem to have been made :croclant of 1. eis blood,'' said Brown, for that was tl e ‘• but it is all off now; bring me my ' The wife—for such was the first speaker wed him long and anxiously in Ibe face. nor isioq seemed to be floating before her eyes mr almost escaped from her compressed hr. what h the name of nature ails the, au -a,! Blown, endeavour g by an ill-contriv : In B,lence her fears " It people go wlfere are ilaughtered they must expect to gel T e blnoil of sheep was not on your hdntl," na wife firmly. "There was a molar choly• •; nun oil the hill, to clay. He had money a raluable watch. He-offered me a piece of r,ilireciing him to the next village, and eel bl• our clock. Hare you seen the etran• fewuleA.of ihe hardened husband now actN! two a !earful Scowl. " IVornan," said , !.at have I to do with travellers on the hilt- Mind your own affairs." Then .changing Dt.e :o a sort of whine, he said, 'ClGive me my I am ell!,! al.d . hungry, I cannot juke taa any ionger'', Joke wi ti me r'_ gaid the poor it lie, with a tenanee agonized with horror, God gram that prove a pke." Ir supper was now placed upon the table.— fanner nee his supper in silence, and then went !. 11l a lea• momenta he was lost in a deep, terlible sleep. .Haviog seen that everything islet, the good wile put on-her hooded cloak, out upon the lawn. It was a cold, and es el ening. and the lulls !seemed to be turn :3 misty shadows, before the wand 01 an en and the waving tree-tops seemed like the o! the ni id n ight deep. The bleak wind howl !) amid the elm trees by the way side, arid yof a distant watch-dog carpe echoing up the The unhappy wife followed the track of her about a mile. She was now startled by a roan. Scanning narrowly the hill-side, she ive,l a place where some persons had appa• caged together, in the snow-drift, and be , riiitle distance. she beheld the melancholy •zer. whom she had directed on •his course, floors previous, lying on the ground with a lid wound upon his forehead. Brown's wife strong tevolute woman, yet she trembled as used the wounded man and wiped the blood tin eyes. Finding that life vies not extinct, re him upon her shoulders Co her dwelling. ; laai him 'down in the passage; she opened "then door where Brown was sleeping. His peaty , breathing gave evidence that the sleep inkenness was upon him. She then carried .Ner thronli the kitchen to a littlerbed-room dm generally retired when the abuses of q .;:dl companion became insupportable. As of the wounded man brushed by the face .vra, his hands indistinctively grasped the bed s and carried them over his head. Having sae,! die ‘ - uuml—the bleeding of which had decked before by the coagulating blood—the eto dressed it in a, manner well approved of medical men, gave her patient a composing ' ll , and then returned to her seat by the hitch- emer now began to be himself- lie mov ,i a wounded snake in his unquiet pleeP. He sJ itis eyes and glared wildly around him.— g'ie is no- upon qty hand," said he, " Meg, ~11 a juke." As he said this, conscience felt i'witig of the warm that never dies, and a .et along the limbs of Barium told but too plain ' 41Le•itati sealed, in blood, a bond conveying of es Outing rue, hie miserable soul.— Ines of h 4 debauch tone like a. mist Upon his IMiaIiMM3MMIN= .„ rr THE BRADFORD E Re El brain, and he slept again. His wife now paid the stranger another visit, and finding all working as it should, retired to her desolate couch. Morning came, and the sobered farmer arose trom his pillow of remorse. His face was haggard, his eyes blood shot, and his hair like that of the furies, seemed changed into serpents. He said but little, and went out immediately aftet breakfast. His wile saw him go op the hillside. She. knew that he had gone to bury the body; and she rejoiced to think that he would labor in vain.— Noon, and night and morningcame,bnt no -husband approached the farm-house. Weeks rolled on, and John Brown was no more seen on the hill-side, or in his homely dwelling. His whistle was hushed on the moor and hie footfall awoke not the echo of the lore; t-way. .The stranger, in the mtrinwhae, recovered, and a justice of the peace was sent for and an of was made of the facts of the case. The murderous wretch was described with fear -511 correctness, all—alt, but the face. That was concealed by the slouched hat and could not be described. The wile breathed again. With a wo man's wit, she spoke but little of her husband's ab sence, and when she alluded to it as absence of a short duration, with her advice and consent. • The stranger proved to be a nobleman of wealth, endeavored to cheer the gloomy shades of the de serted woman's heart ; but it was a vain attempt.— There was no cure for blighted love, no peace fur a refined heart. God alone can be the widow's hus band ; God alone can gladden a widow's heart. "You shall never want, Meg" said the hoble 7 man, as he sat by the farmer's wife, a few even• ings after he was able to walk I must go to Lon don ; business of importance urges me •there.— When you are in distress, one hit o of the fact to me, will produce instant relief." A carriage with the Ead's coronet, now drove up to the cottage door. The wife said nothing ; she seemed to be lost in .an unfathomable mystery. Will you not accompany me, my faithful nurse I" said the stranger, as he prepared to depart from the dwelling of charitable love. " Nay, sir," said the wife, " I cannot thus sud denly leave the spot of my early hope. Here sir, I was born ; here I was married, on yonder green hillock I danced away the sorrows of childhood ;in yonder church, whose spire npw gleams in the sun, I gave my guilty spirit up to God On yonder plain, sleep my children; beside the old oak rests father and mother, the first born ; and the last upon the catalogue of life. Here, sir, I have smiled in joy and wept in joy ; and here I will die." Entreaties and prayers were all in vain. She withstood every kindness of her guest, atd finally accepted'only a reasonable charge for his board.— As the Earl was about to take a seat in his carriage, tr.° deserted women approached him. "Stranger guest," said she with much feeling, I have done you good service." " You have," said he, while a tear of gratitude stole down his cheek. • F 2 PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY AT TOWANDA, BRADFORD COUNTY, PA., BY E. O'HARA GOODRICH: " Will you do me one favor in return'!" said she "Most certainly 1 will," said the Earl. " Then write on a piece of vellum what I shall dictate," sr id she with a hurried voice. He took his nen and wrote in plain characters as follows : " Circurn , tances hare convinced me that an at tempt to murder me on the night of the 10th of De• cember, 18—, on Stone-Hill, Lincolnshire, would have been successful, had it not been for the kind interference of John-Brown and his wife of Hope dale. This paper is left as a slight memorial elan event which time can never efface from my memory. JOHN EARL OF--." She read if over and over, aver he had signed it •"It will do," said she. " Now, farewell," The grateful Ear! sprang into his seat. He threw his purse into her bosom. " Farewell," said he in a husky tone, and away rattled his marriage with the istigihness of the wind. The-coronet flashed in the sunbeam, and then the vehicle with int outriders was lost in the winding forest way Ten years rolled away, and the wile of John Brown suddenly disappeared from Hopedale, and the farm house like a deserted thing, stood soltary 310 silent, amid the smiles of autumn. A middle sized stranger with a sailor's jacket and a tarpaulin on, ai.d a bundle dangling at the end of a club over his shoulders, rested beside the door of Hopedale. The stranger, thotfgh somewhat intoxicated, appear 'led to be very sarc i - He looked in at the wasted door-way. He gilied upon the cold batten hearth JO saw the planks worn by the loot of the thrifty house-wile, and marked a portion of her dross in the broken pane of the kitchen window. The nail where the good man's hat hung for years, was there, with a circle around it of unsmoked paint. The crane hung sadly in the corner, but the music of the singing echoed not there. The stranger raised his hands to his eyes, but what caused Lim to start like a frightened bird ! "It is bloody again," said he, with a look of horror. "0, that I could `wiper out that tout—that terrible stain from memory. Ha! it is on my hand as fresh as when I murdered that poor, melancholy stranger. God of heaven : I can not wipe it out!" The stranger had cot hti hand with a piece of broken glass, and a clot of fresh blood was upon it in reality. He felt not the pain of the wound in his horror ; and satisfied that heav en had marked him in his own terrible way, he wiped oil the blood and turned to depart. The Sheriff was beside him, and, he was titreted for an attempt to murder. He preserved a:sullen • Silence. lie followed the officer to hie carriage,' and was soon on his way to London. The prison• received its victim; and the gay world smiled as brightly as before. .The day of trial came. John Brown, who bad taken another name, was tried as - Samuel Jones: and the cue brought together a isst concourse of people of both sexes. The prisonel4stessom plac: ed at the bar. The 'jury was duly empanedeJ The advocate for the crown Wati•in big Place• The prisoner's cowmen was beside hinai:and the judge , was open the bentih: • - zy; II Brown, as he entered the dock, had been so much agitated by the dread Wilily of his guilt, that the prospect of speedy punishment that he had not cast his e`ye upon the judge: He.now looked can. fimily at him. He saw the keen ej eof the judge fixed upon him, and warted with horror. " Oh, God 1" said he, with a, loud voice, while the sweat rolled down his chalk like face. "It Is the murdered man ! Ha! he has come to judge the guilty. See, there is the forehead scarred. Ah, it was a devilish blow. Back, back, I say ; let the dead man look his fill. 'There is blood upon my hand ; see there, thou unquiet spirit; that band was reeking in thy gore ; 'twas merciless when thou criedeet out, be merciless now in thy turn, thou man of the spirit-land." Here the prisoner fainted and fell upon the floor. A great sensation was caused in the court by this singular circumstance, and it was not until " order" had been shouted for some time, that it was suffer ed to go on. It appears that Brown's neighbors all considered him guilty of the crime of endeavoring to murder the individual named in the beginning of this narrative, and who was now the presiding judge of the Old Bailey. The affidavit was kept in green remembrance, especially by one farmer in the neighborhood of Hopedale, who had appropriat ed Brown's farm to his own-use, and who constant ly watched for the murderer's return, for he kr.ew human nature so well as to be certain that no wretch can be so callous as to forget the spot sacred to childhood, innocence and early love The robber seeks his home, the mu ? rer seeks the shade of his once happy valley. The unfortunate man, ignorant of his wife's ac 4hrie, and unconscious of the certificate in her pos session, ignorant of her existence even, after along ennui in the navy of England, returned to view the pleasant homestead, the green valley, the quiet hill side, and the sunken graves of his parents and chil dren. He had met the argue eyed speculator on ins way. The old affidavii hung like a sword of Damocles over his head, and the informer saw the poor, broken-hearted sailor borne away to London, and, as he trusted, to a felon's grave. Such is he- man nature. Man carelessly feeds upon the fruits that hang over the church-yard wall, and gathers roses from the sacred r lains—" Where once the life's blood warm and wet hit. dimmed the glittter ing bayonet." The trial proceeded; the evidence was strong, and the jury, without quitting their seats, pronounc ed the prisoner at the bar, "Guilty." Guilty 1" said Brown, rising to his feet, "can it be 1 Ah ! I must die a felon's death, and my poor lost wife. Oh, that pang. How her tender endear ments now rue up in judgment against me ; her soft words, how they thunder upon my gloomy soul. Her smiles of beauty and innocence—great God how they sear my heart ; must I then die without her forgtvness? Oh, the thought is torture, aye, tor ture, as dreadful as that experienced by the vilest of the damned." Here the prisoner became unmanned, and bury. lug his face in his fettered hands, wept like a child. The strung passion of grief shook the prisoner's limbs, and rattled the chains with terrible distinct. ness. A short silence ensued, and then the judge put on his black cap, and prepared to pronounce that awful sentence which can never be pronounc ed without awakening the dormant sensibilities of the most degraded, which none, in fact, but the condemned, ever hear without a flood of tears. " Prisoner at the bar," said the judge, " stand up." Brown arose. " What have you to say why sentence of death should not be pronouqued against you T' said the judge continuing, his remarks. A slight rustling noise was now heard at the bar, and a female in widow's weeds, leaned her head over to speak to the prisoner. " Stand back, woman," said a self sufficient tip s afl, who, like some of our constables, imagine the old adage, " necessity." The woman drew back her veil, and looking the judge full in the face, said. " May it please your worship to permit rue to aid my husband iirhis last 'extremity 1' ' • The Earl thought he knew the face and the tone of voice, and therefore commanded the ofhcer to place the wife beside her husband. " John," said the meek-eyed woman, as she rais ed her countenance of angelic sweetness to heaven, " I was forgiven by the son 01 God ; I can and do forgive you!' The wretched prisoner fell upon his wife's neck, and the minions of criminal law, with faces like tanned leather, and hearts ' like paring stones be fore the Egyptian tombs, stood pity struck, and waited for the end of this extraordinary scene " Woman," at length said the judo, while a tear rested in his eye, " it is my dreadful lot to pass the s:ntenoe of the law upon the prisoner.— You had beater retire." The wife started, and looking the judge full in he face, sard, " John Earl of —, do yon ready ect the parchment scroll you gave me at Hope- dais?' handing at the same time a piece of vellum to a :onstable who passed it up to his Honor. "My noble-hearted, long-lost nurse," said the judge, with a look of joy, " veil do I recollect you and your last request, but in this case, the law must take its course. I will, however, recommend the prisoner to mercy?" "Mercy !" said Brown, "who talks of mercy here! There is flood upon my hand." !" said the judge—" remand the pris- • oner:" The court adjourned—the prisoner guarded by a throng of soldiers and lipstaffe, moving eking to his cell, and the wife followed the judge to his chat n. bent. The next day-"a pardon for John Brown pass. ed the seal, and the beginning of . the week saw the husband and the noble spirited wife at Hopedale, with the judge fora wel c ome guest.= Years of peace and joyous plen'y rolled on. Long and fervently did the pardoned criminal pray 'for lorgivenesi, end at last; l in 'God's own time, the bloody stain upon his hand was Washed away by the blood of HIM wb'o died ou Calvary, that Man might end at fait ajtatious test ln the *Atte of " REGARDLESS , OF DENUNCIATION FROM ANT QUARTER." matchless beauty, and of never dying love. The farmer of Hopedale for many years was considered the exemplar of the country around, and at last when he died, rich was shortly after his wife had departed for another rest, he was placed in the same grave with her, and over their bones a mar ble cenotaph was raised upon which was inscribed in deep amt lasting letters— . " They loved in life— In death they were nut divided.° The farm house at Hopedale, has fallen in 1111118. The grey owl hoots upon its moss topped chimney. The snake rustles in the grass by the door•eill—and the cricket whistles in the oven. At evening tho truant and belated plough-boy shuns the spot—for many a white•livered loot!, if you can believe him, has seen John Brown upon the bill-side, at the hour of dusk, with a clot of blood upon his hand, and a murdered traveller at his feet. A OF_CDOTZ or JUDGE, Svoay.—The Portsmouth Journal gives an anecdote of the lateLailudge Story, which it says has never beau in print. A firw years ago, at a court in New Hampshier, where Judge Story presided, a case came up in which the recol. lection of an "old lady was taken to ascertain at what timea particular event of long standing oc. cured. She stated with confidence, that it took' place in a certain year. This led to very particular cross examination by a young lawyer, who was wedded to nothing but the law. " How do you know marm, that the occurence took place on that year ?" ." Oh, lam certain it did !" " But, mar' how are you certain of it ?" " Well if you must know, it was the same year my second son was born " Well, old lady, can you not be mistaken as to the time of that event— can you—" Here Judge Story protested against further examination, and said to the attorney—" there is no doubt, sir, on this point. The mother cannot be mistaken in the age of her child ; if you cannot tell the age of your own, go home and ask 3 our wife, she will tell you." The blushing attorney bowed amid the smiles f 4 the bar. He has since taken a wife. VARIOUS SIGNIFICATION or P 0011—" Pooh !" Paid Lady Celmour, turning away her head. Now that pooh is a vary significant word. On the lips of a man of business, it denotes contempt fur romance; on the lips of a politicion, it rebukes a theory.— With that monosyllable, a philsopher massacres a fallacy ; by these four Wares, a rich man gets rid of a beggar. But in the rosy mouth of a woman the harshness vanishes, the disdain becomes en couragement. " Pooh !" says the lacy, when you tell her she is handsome ; but she smiles when she Lays it. With the same reply she receives your protestations of love, and blushes as she receives. With men it is the sternest, with woman the softest exclamation in the language. ATTENTION ! YOUNG Mr.tv !—The' young ladies of the State of Maine have recently formed them selves into a society for mutual improvement and protection. Among the resolutions adopted at a regular meeting, we find itie following: That we will receive the attention of no "so styled" young gentlemen, who has not learned some business or engaged in somo steady employment for a liveli hood, for it is apprehended that after • the bird is caught it may starve in the cage—That. ws promise marriage to no young man who is in the habit of tippling, for we are assured that his wile will come to want and his children go barefoot. That we will marry no young man who is not a patron of his neighborhood paper, for we have not only a strong evidence of his Want oh intelligence, but that he will prove too stingy to provide for his family, to educate hie children, or encourage insti tutions of learning in his community. Avarice. There is something frightful in this passion, and of all those that attack'the heart of man there is none more to be feared. In the others, there is some appearance of pleasure and satisfaction that attaches us to them, but there is only a crowd - of chagrins, fears and disquietudes. Bacon says a good thing concerning misers, that money is a good servant, but bad master. It is well to be economt cal3b in not to excess. My father said that one should drink his wine, but ought not to eat his vines and that we should avoid resembling that Italian, who, wishing to excel in stieginess, said that Instead of striking twenty-four hours, as is done in Italy, the docks ought to strike twelve, that the workmen might not lose so much time in counting. CANT UNDERSTAND Ir.—We cannot understand how it is that delicate your,g ladies, too delicate to run up and down stairs in their own houses, are able to dance do*n the strongest man ins ball-room. 'Tis a phenomenon ornatdre to which no one seems capable of giving an explanation. What young girl ever refused a handsome partener at 5 o'clock in the morning, on the score of being " so tired The principle coin In circalaiirm in California is fiey dollar gold pieces, with they call slugs No one objects to receive them; but to get these pier. es changed into smaller coin, or, in other words, to run these slugs into grape or canister, involves a loss of three dollars and a half per slug, which the Californians do not object to it. frr The Yankee !always answer a question by asking another. Dr. Franklin, when he travelled in New England, was too much for them. Ile says thrt when he wished to ask his road he found it necessary, to save time 'by prefacing his question with.—' My name is Benjtimin Franklin;' 1 am by trade a printer; 1 arm come from such a place, and am goifl to such a place; and now tell me which is my road.' By relying on our own resources, we acquire mental strength ; but wheti we lean on others for support, we are like an inieliJ, who, having aCCI.I6. torn r eattheiffili i erille1;611(16 it difficult to wa'l'k wiihatt OW. -;;,yam.: .~.---_ ._.-_._.~~-~:5....~- - - ~-- The municipial regulations of the great French Metropolis do not allow the killing of pigs except at a place called the" Abatroir des Cochons," or pig slaughter-house. The whole performance is done there for the pig-butcher and only a - trifle charged therefor. Sir Francis Head thus describes the place : The establishment from the outside, is complete. ly concealed from view by a high wall, including a square, each side of which is about 150 yards long. I walked - around two of them without being able to find any enirance ; at last, in the third, I came to some large lofty iron gates and a bell, which I look gently, in the French style, and not to throw it into hysterics by an English pull. On be' ing admitted by the concierge—who, as soon as sbe had opened the door, popped into her hole as easily as she had popped out of it—l saw before me and on earth side, a number of low buildings with a large clock in the middle, to keep them all in order; and I was looking at squirms arrange ments when the " chief" of the establishment, at the instigation, I suppose, of the conc ergo, walk ed up to me, and after listening to my wishes, told me very formally that the establishment, although used for public purposes had been built by an indi vidual; that it was the property of a company; and that it would not belong to the city of Paris for four years, he was not permitted to show it to any person whatever, without a written permit. I how ever talked him into a good humor and finally pre vailed on him to break the rules for this once only and we accordingly Pepe. the tour of the estab lishment. We first came to a long building, one story high, not unlike a set of hunting stables ; and on door No. I being opened, I saw before me a chamber ventilated like a brewhouse, with a win dow at each end, and paved with flag-stones, the further half of which was covered with a thick anat. urn of straw, as sweet, clean, and unstained as if it had just come from the flail of the thresher.—Upon this wholesome bed there lay extended, fast asleep two enormous white hogs, evidently too tat even to dream. They belonged to no political party ; had ne wants; no cares ; no thoughts; no it'ea of to morrow than it they had been dead, smoked, and salted. I never before had an opportunity of see ing any of their species so clearly ; for in England if, with banded back and bent knees, an inquisitive man goes to look into that little low dormitory call ed a sty, the animal if lean, with a noise between a bark and and a grunt, will probably jump over him ; or if Ira, he lies so covered up that the intru der has no sp ce to contemplate him ; whereas, if the two pigs lying before me had been in my own study, I could not have seen them to greater ad vantage. ‘Vithout disturbing them, my conductor closed the door, and we then entered Nos. 2,3, and 4, which I .found to be equally clean, and which were lying in different arimiles, pigs of va rious sizes, all placidly enjoying the sort of apop lectic slumber I have described. My conductor would kindly have opened the remainder of the doors, but as I had. seen sufficient to teach me, what generally be discredited namely, that it is possible to have a pigsty without any disagreea. eble smell ; I begged him not to trouble himself by doing so ; and `le accordingly took me acrosimha eps. when r met several men each wheel. ing in a barrow a large jet black pig, the skin of which appeared to be slightly mottled in circles. As they passed me there also a slight whiff of smoke and I was on the point of asking a few questions on the subject when I found myself within the great slaughter-house of the establishment, a largo barn, the walls and roof of which were as black as soot. The inside of the door, also black, was lined with iron. The floor was covered for several irides with burnt black straw, and upon it lay, here and there a large black lump, of the shape of a huge hog, which it really was, covered over with ashes of the straw that had just been used to burn his coat from his body. In vain I looked beneath my feet and around me to discover the exact spots where all this murder hrd been committed ; but nowhere could I discover a pool, slop, or the Bina! lest vestige of blood, or anything at all resem• bling it. In short, the whole floor, was nothing but a mass of dry, crisp, blick charred remains of burnt straw. It was certainly an odd-looking place but no one could have guessed it to be a slaughter. hones. There was another mystery to be acconnt. ed for. At home, when anybody in one's little vil -14,,e, from the worthy minister at the top of the hill down to the little tavern keeper at the bottom, kills a pig, the animal, who has no idea of conceal ment, invariably explainii, seriatim, to every person in,the neighborhood not only the transaction, but every circumstance relating to it; and accordingly, whether yon are very busily writing, reading, thin. king or talking about nothing at all to ladies in bon nets sitting on your sola to pay you a morning vie it, you know, and they know perfectly well—though it Is not deemed at all fashionable to notice it—the b4glnning, middle, and end, in short, the whole prpgresa of the deed ; for, first of all ; a - little petu. lapt noise proclaims that somebody somewhere is trying to catch a pig ; then the animal begins, all it rice, with the utmost force of his lungs, to squall ' out, " They have caught me :- - they are pulling at me :—they are trying to nip me up--a fellow is kneeling upon me . : .- they are going to make what 41 pork of me. 0 dear ! they have done for me!' (t,he sound gets weaker) " I feel exceedingly un well ;—l'm getting faint :—fainter ;—fainter still,— Ihetet be able to squeal much longer !" (a long Is p use, "This very long little squall is my last,— 'Tie all over,—l'm dying-4'm dying—l'm (Villa H -I'm dead !" I Now, during the abort period I had been in the e tablishmegt, all the pigs before me had been kill e ; and although I had come for no others earthly p rpose but to look and listen ;shim:nigh ever since I,had entered the gate I bad—to confess the truth —re' *Elected to hear 'squall; was ea/prised I had not heard one, and,was not only ,ready, but really ' anxious, ,with the fidelity of a abort band writer, to have inserted in any note•bock, in two lines of The "'Pig Butchery of Paris. === 12 treble and bar, the. smallest quaver or demisemi quaver that should reach my ears. yet, I hail not heard the slightest sound of discontent ! while.) war eugrosseil with these serious reflect• tions, l heard some footsteps outisidu ; a man with in opened the door slightly, and through the aper; tare in trotted, looking a little wild, a large loose pig, whose white, clean, delicate skin physically, as well as morally formed a striking contrast with the blaels ruins around him. In a lew seconds he stopped—put his snout down to the charred ground to imellit ; did ma scum to like it at all—looked around him—then, one atter another, .st the super; intendant, at me, and the dare men in blouses— appeared mistrustful of us all—and not knowing which to dislike most, stood as if to keep us all at bay. No sooner. however, had he assumed this theatrical attitude pan a man who, with his eye 4 fited upon him, had been holding in both hands the extremity of a lung, thilithandied, round tvuod. en inallet,walked IT to hint from behind, and, striking one blow on his forehead, the animal, with out making the smallest noise, rolled over on the black, charted dust, senseless, and excepting slight cotivulsit e kick of his upper hind leg, moire,- less. Two assistants itnmeeiately stepped lorward one with a knife iii his hand, the other vi ith a sort of frying•pan, which he put under the pig's neck ; his throat was then cut ; Out a drop of blood was spilled ; but as soon us it had completely ceased to flow, it was poured horn the flying pan into a pad where it was stirred with a stick, whii.ii ci.used it to remain fluid. Leaving the poor an . mal to be siogetl by a pot. lion of the heap of white straw itt'a tar corner, I fol• towed the men who with their battovrs had come again fur one of the blat k corpses lying on the ground into a large, light, uity builthng, as high as a churche as clean as a dairy, and with windows and doers on all sides. In the center was a beautitul fountaitt playing, with waterra•ks all round the walls. Br this ample supply, proceeding from two large res. orvoirs, by steam power maintained constantly felt ,the flag-stones were kept perfectly clean, and were consequently, when I entered, as wet as a wash house, As fast as the black pigs were wheeled in they were, by a running crane lilted up by the hind legs, until they appeared POPpentled in rows. Their insides were here taken out, and cart led to a set of large stone tables, where, ,by tne assi,tanee of the water•cocks and fountains, they were not only clearied, but became the property or perquisite of the cleaners. Their bodies were then scraped, un iil they became deadly white, in which state, to the number of 300 per week, they are restoreJ at night to their proprietors ire Park,. By the arrangements 1 hitve cle,cribecl, conduel ed by one receiver of the droits d'octroi (my friend) four surveillents, or foremen, and the necessary quanti y of slaughterers, wheelers, cleaners, and scrapers, the poor animals, instead of being mal treated, half•friglitened to death, arid then inhuman ly.killed—instead of tnflicti-g upon all clashes the sounds and demoralizing sight of a pig's death—in stead of a contaminating the air of ihe metropolis— undergo the treatment I have described, for iftet knowledge of which I am deeply indebted to the politeness of him who so justly expounded to me the meaning of that golden law—it Sr 1. ...ism to II in ptg in Paris !" A THIRSTY SOCL.-A very good widow lady who was looked up to hy, the congregation at the meet• ing to which she belonged as an example of piety, contrived to being her conscience to terms for one little indulgence. She loved porter, and one day, just as she was receiving hail a dozen bottles from the man who usually brou4ht her the comforting beverage, she perceived (0 horror !) two of the grave elders'of the church approaching the door. She hurried the man oat of the back way, and put the bottles antler the bed. The weather was hot, and while conversing with the sage Wends, pop went one of the bottles. " Dear me," exclaimed the good lady, there goes the bed cord j it snapped yesterday, just the same way; I must have a new rope provided. In a few moments pop went another, followed by a peculiar hi6sing, of the escaping liquor. The ripe wouldn't - do agaig, but the good lady was nut at a lass. " Dear me," Sail" :hat blsok cat of mine must be at srmo mischief there. flea scat !" , Another bottle poped and the porter came stealing out from ußtler the valance. " Dear me," said she, " I had forgot that it was them bottles of yeast." SHORT COURTISHLP.—The Newburyport union says a young woman called at The house of a wit'• ower, to obtain a situation as houiekeeper, On making inquiry, the gentleman replied he was hi more want of a wile than a housekeeper, and if she wits willing to take the former situation she could be installed at once. The young lady made no, hesitation, and they were united. An Ohio paper says there is a Post mazer in the town of Palestine that dues not know the use of postage stamps. lie thinks that they are "merely a city ornaments," He has charged five cents on all letters, P.O which mere pre-paid—mattin,g eiaht cents 'in each letter. er...7 To Au. Witoss n SLAT CntiCellll:—The man who could present a bill to an editor, a sub. editor, a reporter, or a printer, at such an inclem ent season of the year, has no bowels of compas sion—the milk of human kindness is not in him i and his blood is not blood, but gall and wormwood. Tt requires nice steppin4 for those vithd aid close together, to avoid jostling each other. In character, in manners, In Style, in all things, the supreme excellence is simplicity Poor Simkins put his toot up:m a grating in the side=watk, and instantly landed an Ma eoal below His triend Timkins remarked that it was really a great under taking. Nobody disputed Tiatlins. .4 STMINCEZ 411493