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And breakers threaten .thb goqd old ship. Our country calls on Lor sons again, . < To strike, in hhr name, ait a dastard f6o; ' She askafor six hundred thousand men, I would bo one, mother—let me go. Tbe love of country ni born with me; I remember how my young heart would thrill . When I deed to sit on my grandmother's knee . . And list to the story of Bunker Hill. . Life gushed out therein a' rich redflodd; ' Mygrandsiro fell in that fight, yon know—« -Would yon hare me shame'tho brave old blood 7 Hay, kiss ine, mother, and let n» go. ; Onr’ftag, the flag of our hops and'pride. With its stars and strip’ea.and its Seld.of blue la mocked, insulted, tern down, defied. And trampled upon by the rebel crew. And England and France look on and sneer, “Ha, queen of the earth, thoa art fallen low.” Earth’s down-trodden millions weep and fear, ; So kiss me, mother, and let me go. Hetor. ’’tf Under the horning Southern 'shies Our brothers languish in bcart-aick pain. The; tarn to us with their pleading e;es; Oh, mother, eay, shall the; tarn in vain 7 Their ranks are thinning frem sun to son, Yet hravel; the; hold at ta; the foe ; , i Shall we let them die there, oae b; one 7 Naj, kiss me, mother, and lot mo go. Cannon aoIBahl; cling to ;onr household jo;s, Refusing the smallest titha to ;iold, While thousands of mothers are sending bo;s Beloved as ;ours to the battle field? Can ;on see m; countr; call in vain, 1 And restrain -m; arm from the deedful blow 7 Net so; though ;our heart should-break with pain. You will kiss me, mother, sjnd let me go. ' [From the Springfield Republican.] MAJOB ZAGONYI'S GUIDE: [Or. a Heroine of the War for the Union. On the morning of the 24th day of last Oc tober, a somewhat novel scene unrolled itself before the door of a quiet farm bouse, about two miles from Springfield!, Missouri. Two women and three yonng lads had just raised a very modest little flag; and as the wind floated it gracefully in the air, they gave three cheers for the Stars and Stripes—cheers, which of not loud, were certainly hearty. ■ The younger of the wemen, Lucy Dudley, mother of the boys,, stood gating, her face put on a look of stern de termination, and she murmured low, between her almost shut teeth : “It shant come down again while I live.” “Ye's ’twill neither,” broke in one of the boys, “for the seceshors are in town again, and they’ll make yon.” His mother did not notice him, but turning to the other woman, said : “For William’s sake, mother, we’ll keep it Up.” Even before she had done epea’ting, the sound of horses’ feet were , : heard; and the youngest hoy, clinging to her dress, tried to draw her into the house, crying out: • “There they come; 0, mother, run t" while the old- grandmother, retreating behind the door, trembled visibly; but the mother stood firm, awaiting the'men ehe knew only too well. Only one short month before they shot down her husband like a dog, because he said bis bouse was his own, and should hoist just what flag seemed to him best over it., •' They shot him before her eyes, and his heart’s blood had sprinkled the very ground where she stood, and I wonder not that the look in her eyes was scarcely womanly. Down the road they came, a dozen Confederate ruffians, called soldiers by oourtesyi and “chivalry,” by Mr. William' Russel. They wore well armed and mounted, and as they thundered op to the door the leader shouted: “Down with that damned Yankee rag; if you don’t I’ll blow yotjr brains out.” No notice was taken; the woman might as well have been “Blast ye, theft why don’t ye mind f” “Because L won’t” ‘ j ' “You won’t, won’t you 7” and he fired, but missed. He swore madly at bis horse for shy ing; as ha did so, she said: _ 1 !‘This is i±*y house, and this is my flag; I want it here and shall have it here. You can shoot me down and then pull it down, you cer tainly won’t before.” One man.shouted, “we ain’t cut-throats; we, don’t kill women and children.” “YoUbave killed women and children more than once,” was; the taunting answer. Several old neighbors; of hers, felt the Jthrnst, and quailed beforeiher eyes, while the others drew their .pistols ;bu t the leader, throwing up the weapon nearest him, went on. :, - “Wal, Lucy, victuals and drink we!vo pot to have, but we won’t go under that cussed flag.” “Victuals and drink I can’t help you having, bdt if I am going to get them for you, you.must come in through this door." 1 Evidently her look daunted them; for; bold as'they were, they were bad and they knew it; »0 with a rude laugh the Captain, dismounted, shouting “come on boys,” and leaving their horses in the care of the .children, they, one after another, went into the kitchen, and drank eagerly of thd whiskey set before them. As they thus drank they became wdnderfully com municative; and listening eagerly, Lucy heard that they-bad been sent from Springfield, with some fifty others, to see if anything could be seen of the advance guard of Fremont’s army, who were Supposed to be in the (vicinity. She found that this party had been stopping at one house and another, drinking and devastating, and very natotally had divided, and that Arm strong meant to wait till the restj came up, and start for 1 the town from her bouse. She like wise learned that they had not seen anything of the Lincoln soldiers. She gave them their fill of liquor,' she let them eat the best her house afforded, and as she was taking a pitcher to get more liquor, her ears caught the sound of a dis tant fife. , . / , !'... ’ .. Armstrong heard it too, and with an oath, said them lazy .lubbers of his were at last com ing, and the old woman must bring some more dodgers along. Lucy had taken the pitcher, and closing the door behind her, almost flew out into the yard j and taking the oldest hoy by the shculder.said in ( WHIEI3 THEBE shall: BE A WRONG UNSIGHTED; and UNTIL "MAN’S WELLSBOBO; TIOGA C 0t T MY, PA., WEMESMt MOUKING, SEPTEMBER 17, 186?. a tembJy'boaige voice, f‘Xom ran for yourlife .dyer,,the mowing, through the lone, and tell those men you meet to take down their flag, stO£ playing Tankee poodle, and opine up through the lane'with you, and they can get every oribof these men.-‘ Don’t let the grass grow under your feet, boy." . The winds had brougbt'to her ears, what is never whispered to'those drunken men, that in stead of their oojnfades," their sternest foes would be around them. And all her energies were directed to keep them still in their igno rance so fatal to them. ■ Meanwhile Tommy’s tow head shot over the wall, through the narrow lane, reaching the main road just as a mounted band of men came in eight. He mounted a stumpi waved bis jacket and the foremost among them stopped. “What ia it my boy?" ; “Harm wants your fifing man to stop playing that tune, and take down that ’ere flag, and to come up to the house through the lane.— Come on.” ■ Ha was.starting, but Zagonyi stopped him. “I do not understand boy; what does she want ?" Tom was indignant/ “Wants you to nab a party of seoeabers up to our bouse, but you nedep’t come if you don’t wan to."’ Something ia his face struck one of the men, and he said: “Who is your marm, boy f” “Lucy Dudley." “Go ahead Major,” shouted the fellow. “She is true blood; they shot'her husband a month ago." I Zagonyi, followed by a .‘portion of his men wheeling into the lane, trying to keep Tummy in sight; and soon they came in view of the low bouse,\and the noisy mirth of the Confeder ates was distinctly heard. Armstrong never suspected, eveu ordering Mrs. Dudley to “show ’em in.” She went to the door and they need ed not that she should speak ; her piercing, ea ger look told everything. They surrounded the room, Zagonyi’s clear voice ordered those ioside to surrender, while at tbq same moment, the fifer gave an exultant— i “Yankee Doodle came to town, Yankee Doodle dandy.”! Armstrong saw the trap, .and firing his revol ver, bitting the gray-haired old grandmother, leveling her with the ground. Nobody noticed the shot except • Tummy, and as be held her bleeding bead on his knee, he never shed a tear; bat be is on one of Commodore Foote’s gun boats as a powder monkey to-day, and be nev er bands a charge but be thinks of that terrible hour. One or two on both sides were wounded, but the struggle was soon .over, and the rebels marched oat bound together with old chains, which the boys very gladly found. Zagonyi must take the prisoners with him, for men couldn’t be spared to guard them. As they were standing in front of the. door before starting, Mrs. Dudley, who knew every inch of the ground in the Vicinity, undertook to tell them a nearer road tju town. They did not understand her hurried, nervous, directions, and she started as if to go with them; then she remembered her dying mpther, came back, called Tommy from the sufferer’s side, to take the place in her stead., | But the dying woman’s faint voice stopped' her. , “You go, Lucy ; fie might make a mistake ; be will take care of me, and we will keep the old flag flying.", i The reserve in the lane by Zagonyi’s order bad already come up, and Lucy only stayed to kiss the pale, lips and prcctods face, then she mounted her own stout mare and led the way. She guided them safely in the intricate path up to the very edge of the ravine, where accor ding to Armstrong’s talk, she know the wily foes wore bidden. It was the very spot Zago nyi wished to he in, and she had saved him a lung stretch of dangerops road. Then she fell back to the rear, just as Zajgonyi’s eager eye took in the whole of his position. Desperate 1 What will he say, what will these men do who have been taunted with being holiday soldiers on the pavements of St. Louis 7 “Soldiers; your war-cry ‘Fremont and the Union.’ Draw sabre, by the right flank, quick trot, march." His voice, thrill and’ intense, pierced every, heart, and as those bright {words glittered, in the sunshine'and the little band sped to their deadly work, I Wondered that Lucy Dudley’s brown mare kept her place, os eager as her mistress to do gallant work.: That battle will always burn on. the pages of history, and 1 need write none of its details here ; only this much, that every where, helping off the wounded, handling weapons, doing any thing, everything that a.cooljhead and a trusty band could do, was Lucy Dudley. At last the day was 1 ours, and as Zagonyi gathered the remnant of his force about him be shrank back, for be could wit count the dead and it took pot long to countJtheiiviog. Where was Lboy Dudley 7 Hardly ope of those bloody blackened faces, but could tell of some good deeds she did for them diiringj those long, dread ful hours. Even while they; were 1 speaking of her sfie came in sight, and not now mounted on her brown mare but instead, the mare was harnessed to a market wagon, and its broad bottom was covered with wounded soldiers.— Shewas walking beside’ it bolding the reins, looking fearfully pole and tired; fur now the excitement was post, her womanhood was up permost, and her only care| was to help the wounded and comfort the dying. They knew she was taking their suffering comrades to the shelter of her own homo—and not a man from the Major downwards, but (would have been eager to escort hhr, but she ; refused them, all, aud when the Major pressed the matter, she told him that she knew the| way better than they did, and was safe enough alone. They gathered around her; they called her all noble heroic names, such as men use in moments of elevation of soul; hot she only looked surprised and answered.almost coldly. ■ “(Whyshouldn’t I do what I could? My grandmother did more at Banker Hill, aud her husband died at Concord,” ■ ■■, ' They bent low before her as she tamed away ; and not one of thm-e btrong-:minded Germans | will etvr furget the woman who fought side by XO MAN” SI side with them at Springfield. r Home she went to fludthe old mother’dead, and- th'e children •hiding from retreatingTebels;'but theffrtgstill: waved, and as the poor, pale fellows in the cart caught sight of its, blessed folds, they gave a feeble shout, touching in its, weakness. Alt through thy winter she nursed and fed that houseful! of Sufferers! and as one 1 after on other grew''strong and left her; all she asked of them was that they would strike- manly blows: for their country, and keep always the noble war-cry of Zagouyi—“The Union and Fre mont 1" oloss -to their hearts. No Dudley that ever Wore Spurs in the-olden days, had a ‘ bra ver or a more loving heart than here.- '. MARSHAL KEY’S RETREAT. One of the most memorable deeds of ; fortitude and heroism recorded in the annals of war was performed by Marshal Ney, in the retreat from Moscow. With.a division of, five thousand men he was out off from the remainder bf the French army. Kutusoff, the Russian general, with 80,000'mon, ineluding numerous cavalry and with 200 pieces of artillery, bad effectually blocked on bis passage. Ney, with bis little "band of half famished soldiers, wavering in their languid march, with guns defective and dirty, and with but six pie ces of cannon, rushed upon the hostile batter ies, and maintained the unequal conflict, in the vain endeavor to cut his way through the masses of the foe; until night darkened the field.— Then, at midnight, with no thought even of surrender, he ordered his troops to turn upon their track, and march back again into the wilds of Russia. With amazement the troops heard this com mand which, without hesitation, they obeyed. .It'was a cold, gloomy winter’s night. The frozen ground was covered with snow, and ,the blast pierced the worn-out clothing of the sol dier?. For two nr three hours they traversed, in darkness,-the savage waste till they came to a small river. Breaking the ice, to .see in what direction the current ran. Ney said, “ This stream must flow into the Doeiper. It shall be our guide.” The feeble band, cold, hungry and weary, Struggled along until they reached tbeDneiper. Its broad and rapid current was clogged with floating masses of ioe, and in one spot only, to which a lame peasant conducted them, was the ice sufficiently firm for them to attempt a pas sage. And even here it was necessary to pass with the utmost caution. Ney, wrapped in his cloak, slept far an hour upon the snow, while his troops passed over in single file. The ice bent and crackled' under their feet. They then attempted to pass tha wagons over laden with the .sick, and wounded. The frail surface broke, and several of the wagous sank beneath the ice. A few, faint cries only were beard, as the sufferers disappeared in their culd and icy sepulchre. By crossing the Dneiper, Ney hoped, in a lung detour, again to reach the army. The Russians followed this feeble band in its retreat, keeping beyond musket shot, but firing incessantly upon their victims with ar tillery, from every available eminence. ' Napoleon was at Orcha, waiting, in the most intense anxiety, to hear tidings from Ney.— Four days had passed without even a_ rumor of his fate. The whole army was looking back across the, Dneiper hoping to catch a glimpse of his advancing columns, or to hear the report of his artillery. At the close of a day of so licitude and watching, another wintry -night enveloped in its gloom, these retreating, woe stricken armies. Napoleon was partaking of a frugal supper, with General Lefebvre when a shoot of joy was heard in the street, and the words “ Marshal Ney is safe," fell upon bis ear. At that moment a Polish officer entered with the tidings that the Marshal was a few leagues distant, on the banks of the river, harrassed pursuing Cossacks, and in want of immediate assistance. Napoleon sprang from bis chair, seized the informant by both arms, and gazing into bis eyes, exclaimed: “Is that really true? Are you sure of it"? I have two hundred millions in gold, in my vaults at the Tuilleries. I would have given them all to save Marshal Ney." Instantly Eugene was. despatched with-five thousand mea to the rescue of the Marshal.— Eagerly the soldiers left thfeir bivouac fires for midnight march. For six miles .they toilpd along through the snow and over an unknown path, often stopping to listen if they could hear any sound of their lost friends. The river, which was their only guide, flowed drear and chill at their side, encumbered with* vast masses of floating ice. Gloomy forests of evergreens frowned along their path, and tin sound but the tramp of Eugene’s battalion disturbed tbe si lence of the night. At length Eugene ordered hie artillery to be discharged, as a shout , to call.the attention of bis friends! Listening anxiously, they .heard far off in the distance, in apparent response, a feeble report of musketry. The Marshal had nut a single piece of artillery left. Both-par ties, however, understood, the language of their guos, and they hastened to meet each other.— They were united. Officers and soldiers alike threw themselves into each other's arms and, many. of. these war-worn; veterans wept fur. joy.- ■ ; • - • : • ; The reunited bands, forgetful pf past perils and the still greater ones they were yet to en counter, returned rejoicingly tl> Orcha, As Marshal Ney, with simplicity and hnostenta tiun, gave a recital of tbe Bangers and difficul ties be bad sunnonnted, uni the hardships he had endured. Napoleon grasped bis hand, and immortalized him with the title of the “ bra vest of brave.” Again Napoleon said; imrefer eoce to this same achievement, in words which will never die, “ Better is an .army of deer commanded by a lion, than an army of lions commanded by a deer." Daring this retreat, an unnatural mother, who was one of the camp followers, weary of nursing her crying child, threw it into the snow to perish." Ney chanced to witness the inhu man deed, and lifting up the child, soothed it. tenderly, and restored it to, its mother, in the sledge, commanding tbe mothorto take charge of it. But soon again the- woman, whose heart was.rendered callous by misery, -threw.the child into the aoow. The .Marshal again res cued the little one, look it uqdvr bis special ,L CEASE, AQUATION MUST'CONTINUE. , ’t r •' < ■ proteotion.’oarrying it for some time in his own arms. : The : indignant 'soldiers :hurled the mother sledge, and left her to be picked up by the Cossacks or to perish on the frozen ground. The little orphan was watched over with the greatest care by the soldiers, aa they covered it up with furs and-blankets in one of the sledged The child was carried, in the arms of a soldier, through all the horrors of the passage of the Beresina, and surviving the hardships of t|e moat disastrous retreat recorded, in. the history of war,: at length reached Paris in safety. In the' passage‘of the Beresina, which soon ensued, Ney again displayed tils heroism through scenes of horror ..which have rarely been paralleled, and never surpassed upon this globe. The genius of the French engineers speedily threw twi) bridges across, the stream. The French army consisted of but 27,000 fight ing men, and a disorganized mass of 40,000 stragglers. While the frenzied ;mass were struggling over these bridges, the Russians, from the adjacent heights, were hurling upon them a storm of shot and shell. Sixty thou sand Russians manned''(hose batteries, Key, taking with .him but eight thousand troops, plunged into the dense masses of the foe, drove them before him and took; 6,000 pris oners. r ■ : Through the long, hours of a winter’s night, this horrid scene of tumult and carnage con tinued. Thousands were crowded from the bridges into'the icy stream, and j sank with shrieks which rose above the thunders of the battle. A fearful'tempest arose of! wind and smothering snow. The black masses of men and wagons, enabled the Russians to direct their guns with more unerring aim, ; The bowl ings of tho storm, the gloom of night, the Sash and the roar of artillery, the explosion of shells and whistling of balls and bullets, the cries of the onset and the shrieks: of the dy ing, presented a spectacle which has given tho Passage of the Beresina perhaps the most prom inent position ainong all the horrors which have occurred in this lost world. The numbers lost have never fully been ascertained. Thou sands were swept to an unknown burial. But, in the spring, as the ice melted, twelve thou sand corpses were dragged from the| river.— J. S. Abbott, in the A r . T. Ledger. \ In a rustic old church while we write, a company of worshippers are iinging the old, old hymn : ’ thou, 0 God, exalted high !V The air is old, also—the immortal “.Old Hun-, dred.’Mf it be true that Luther composed that tune, and if the worship of mortals is carried on the wings of angels to heaven, how often is heard the declaration, “ They are singing ‘ Old Hundred’ now." •The solemn strains carries us buck to the times of the Reformers—Luther and his'devo ted band. He doubtless was the first to strike 'the grand old chords in the public sanctuary of his own Germany. From his own stentorian lungs they rolled, vibrating not through vaulted cathedral roof, but along a grander arch, tbe eternal heaveus. He wrought into each note his own sublime faith, and stamped it with that faith’s immortality. Hence, it cannot die? Neither man nor angels will let it pass into oblivion. . Can you find a tomb in tbe land where sealed lips lie that have.nut sung that tune ? If they were gray old men, they had heard or sung “ Old Hundred.” If they were babes, they smiled os their mothers rocked them ;td sleep, singing “ Old Hundred." Sinner and saint have joined with tha endless congregation where it has, with and without the pealing or gan, sounded on sacred air, Tbe dear little children, looking with wondering eyes on this strange world, have lisped it. The Sweet young girl whose tombstone told of sixteen Summers, she whose pure and innocent face haunted you with its mild beauty, loved “ Old Hundred,” and as she sting it, closed her eyes and seemed conmuning with tbe angels who were so soon to claim her. lie whose manhood was devoted to tha.service of his God, and who with falter, ing steps ascended (he pulpit stairs with white hand placed over his laboring breast, loved “ Old Hundred." And though sometimes his lips.only movecl, away down in his heart, so soon to cease to throb, the holy melody was sounding. , The dear, white-headed father, with his trem ulous voice, how he loved “ Old. Hundred." Du yoq, see him now, sitting in the venerable arm chair, his arms crossed over the top of his 1 cane, his silver locks floating off from his hol low temples, and a tear, perchance, stealing 'down his furrowed cheeks, as tbe noble strains ring out? Do you hear that thin, quivering faltering sound now bursting furth/now lis tened for almost in vain ? If you do not, we do; and ftom such, lips, hallowed by fourscore years’ service in tbe Master’s cause!, “Old Hundred" sounds indeed a sacred melody. You may fill your churches with choirs, with Sabbath primn donnas, whose daring notes emulate the steeple, and cost almost as much, but give us spirit-stirring tones of the Lu therian hymn, sung by young and old together. Martyrs have hallowed it; it-has gone up from the dying beds of tbe saints. The old church es, where generation after .generation has wor shipped, and where many scores of the dear dead have been carried and laid before the al tar where they gave themselves to God, seem to. breathe of “ Old Hundred” from vestibule .to tower-top—the very air is haunted with its spirit: Think, fur a moment, of the assembled company who have at different times, and in different places, joined in. the familiar tone? Throng upon throng—the stern, the timid, the gentle; the brave, tbe beautiful, their rapt fa ces.all blaming with the inspiration >of tbe heavenly sounds 1 .“Old Hundred I’’ king of the a*scred band of ancient airs, never shall our'ears gro’w wea ry of hearing or our longues of singing thee 1 And when we get to heaven, who knows but what tbe first triumphal strain that welcomes us may be— Bq tliou, O Ood, Ao ugW babj. : m 6. 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The great lands of the Orient, the homes and cradles of fancy•’ and romance, have hot en tirely renounced their old character. 'Occa sionally, amid the smoke of battle, we waftgd to ns a little breeze from the Hast a; hit of fairy life and romance worthy. —the good old day* Of the CaJph Haroazi Alraiebiid. The late advice from China inform us, through the medium of private letters,- of the unprece dented career in that country of a young Amer ican of .this State, who, though but twenty nine years of age, has reached a position which reminds one of the dim legends of Pic«tJr John.. Here is a brief recounts! of the story of adventure: | • About twelve years ago Edward Forrester; a country lad, born In Jefferson county in rbiti State, decided, like a great-many other boys, to go to sea. His friends opposed the idea, but, of course, the love of Ocean life was too strung to be resisted, and young Forrester joined those who ‘.‘go down to the sea in ships.*' He whs successful, and soon became the mate of a wha ling ship, though then scarcely beyond .-his majority. In Honolulu Forester made the acquaintance of a merchant of Hakodadi, and went with him to Japan, Here he remained two or-three years engaged in commercial pursuits, Thence ha went to China, where he was taken into the Imperial service. He became popular both with the foreigners and native authorities at Shanghai, and was finally made second in com mand to General Ward, in place of Colonel Murgiyen, who was severely wounded in soma recent engagement. In this capacity the quondam sailor contin ued to be much liked, and now enjoy* tiie confi dence of all the Madarins in the .province, uud is admitted to their confidence, as well as to the highest and moat exclusive Chinese social v. At one time ( Forester led a band of tw o hun dred men against the rebels, only nine of them returning, the rest having been qll killed, lie has now twenty thousand troops under his cum-, maud. For bis services he'has been made a Manda rin of,the Blue Button, and bis name,stands high in Pekin. His rank obliges him to keep at least twelve servants. The latest letters re ceived from bim {to May 1) states that lie is in command of the city of Sounkaing ; sleeps with the cUy keys under his pillow ; while not one of the 200,000 inhabitants of the place , —not evqn the highest Mandarin—can enteri or leave without his permission, aud at a word, I from him any individual out of that 200,000 may loose bis head. Mr. Fore'ster enjoys .also the friendship ~f Admiral Hope, General Michel and the other English and French officers in China. Admi ral Hope he reports as severely wounded in a 1 recent fight. ■ On the Ist of May the, English, Prenei iuid 1 Imperials! troops were preparing to attack. Chingfoq, of which Forester will be made'Mil itary Governor. He predicts the removal or deposing of the so-called Heavenly Emperor within a year. Such is the brief and brilliant career in the East of a genuine specimen of Youhg America. The American Mandarin has friends and rela tives living in this city, as well as in the north- . ern part of the State, who will learn with as tonishment and pleasure of his influence and power in far-off-lands.—JV. Y. Port. A Terrific Encounter with a Boa Constrictor, One of the most thrilling incidents which has ever come to our knowledge occurred a. few day* since in a “side show” with Van Amburgh & Co.’s Menagerie, where two enormous snakes, an anaconda and a boa constrictor, are on ex hibition, Both of the huge reptiles are here in ope, case with a glass top, opening at tbs end, and the keeper was engaged in the act of feeding them when the event occurred. Tha larger of the snakes, the boa constrictor, which is some thirty feet, long and as large around the middle as a man’s thigh, had just swale lowed two rabbits when the keeper introduced bis arm and body into the cage for the purpose, of reaching a third to the anaconda at, tiie op posite corner. While in this position the boa, not satisfied with, his share of the rations, made a.spring: pjrobably with the intention of securing tiie re maining rabbit, but instead fastened his .Jaws upon: the keeper’s hand, and,: with the,rapidity of lightning, threw three coils around tie poor fellow, thus, rendering him entirely helpless. His shouts of distress at once brought several men to his assistance, and among them fortu nately, .was a well-known showman, named Townsend, a man of great muscular pjwer, and, what was of muoh more importance, one who had been familiar with the|babits of tbe»e repulsive monsters all his life, having owned some ,of the largest ones ever brought to this country. , ,» ■ The situation of the keeper was now peri lous in the extreme. The first thing to be done was to uncoil the snake from around him, but if in attempting thie the reptile should become in the‘least degree angered, he would, in a sec ond, contract' bis coils with a power sufficient to crush the life out of an ox. A single quick convulsion, of the Creature, and the keeper’s soul would be in eternity ? Thia Townsend fully understood; ho without attempting t« disturb the boa’s hold upon the keeperVhamh he managed by powerful, but extremely cau tious movements,