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ABUZZ went through the American Camp, and the scanty dressed soldiers were seen passing from one tent to another ; the whole exhibited a scene of confusion and anxiety, and the deep touches of interest "which dwelt upon the countenances of officers and soldiers gave evidence that a more than common sacrifice was expected from one, or from all. The " star spangled banner" waving, proudly in the breeze, and the insignia of command ar ranged in due order before one of the principal tents pointed out the soldier-like habitation of the chief in command. The General sat in his tent, his head was pensively reclining on his hand, as he mused on the asperities of a sol dier's fortune, and perhaps in his reverie he heard the tones of sweet Clara's voice as she "Rept. warrior, reeL" Ire wa3 in that kind of reverie from which it is painful to be aroused, and the indulgence of which is marked with the " joy of grief."— George Wortley entered : a deep gloom was on his countenance, indicative of feelings which, brooded over some blighted hope—some fond remembrance which had once been all sun shine, but which now darkened. Ile entered, but without any MILITARY formalities, and he was kindly received by his superior officer : who never considered his pr . esence as an intru sion. George's countenance assumed if possi ble a deeper shade of melancholy as ho opened the conversation by informing the General that he offered to go upon the proposed adventure. The General warmly answered, " George, there are many whom we can Later spare—an ignominious death fm . % ; e re .m m el ligavexer i l, 1111 . 4 should you return stu j , •• IL is my wish to go"re iurned George, " these brave fellows, have something to bind them to the world." You know my tale, misery has made me drink of his cup, and a broken heart little reeks of joy or life. All things arc ready, and Igo - to-night : if I fall, give a tear to my memory. but let my fate be unknown." As he spoke he extended his hand to the general, who rising from his suit; shook a tear from his eyelid, and fervently grasping George's hand, with a soldier's fare well greeting said, - Good bye, George, and may God bless you." The American encampment was but a few miles west of the town of Buffalo, and com manded an unobstructed view of the whole of that part of Lake Eric. The morning previ ously as the sun arose slowly wheeling from the deep, and rolled back the curling vapor from the bosom of the lake, several vessels bearing tho British flag rode at. anchor in full view, with stately pride, and looked like spirits of the waters. It was known to the American General that they bore important despatches, and that it would facilitate his cause, and per haps save his army from some, meditated dan ger, to become acquainted with the design oC the opposing enemy.. The vessels still rode, in full view, and the breeze of the evening fre quently bore to the ill.provided Americans, the sound of uncolith mirth and wanton revelry.— The delay of the vessels was occasioned by desire of the British officers to learn the situa tion and force of the American Army, but the disposition of the men by the commandant was such as rendered every attempt of the kind im practicable. To propose himself as an adven turer to discover the designs of the enemy by visiting the vessel was the object of Genrgo Wortley's visit to the General's tent. Others were willing to undertake the perilous task, but George claimed it as a mat ter of right as well as favor, which was however reluctantly allowed. As he departed from the Genes tent an unu sual fire beamed from his tranquil eye, an unusu al glow throw a light on his heretofore wan and pallid features. He felt the warm blood rush to his heart and invigorate his whole system : be was then happy, but why, he knew not.— He hastened to his tent to make preparation for the night's adventure: his companions in rank sighed as he passed by, and the old soldier turned away, as he thought perhaps erelong the muffled drum might give to the sighing gale the story of his ignominious fate. The sun had gone down, and but one lone and lovely star shone amid the dying glory of the west. George Wortley passed from his tent disguised in the habit of a British sailor, and, 1 as he supposed, went forth alone. The banks of the lake were high and abrupt and the waves dashed and foamed with a sullen voice at their rocky base. He followed the winding margin of the banks until . he came to a small rivulet which dashed down a deep, abrupt and narrow channel, which at the bottom formed a OM and PUBLISHED WEEKLY BY HAINES & DIEFENDERFER AT ONE DOLLAR AND FIFTY CENTS PER ANNUM. secluded bay, in which was concealed the boat that was to bear him to the enemy's vessels.— lie winded his way down the ragged descent, and emerging from the darkness which always reigned there, he came to his boat peacefully moored in the romantic little bay, and in a few minutes his frail bark tossing on the swelling waves. Ho had proceeded half way to the ves sel : the night had advanced and was clear and beautiful ; it was such a night as an astrologer would have chosen to read in the thousand stars the fate of mankind—silence dwelt on the blue heaving bosom of the billows, the god of repose reclined on his couch of forgetfulness, add No longer the joy in the Sailor Bny's brenst Was heard in the wildly breathed numbers, The Fea bird had flown to her wave girdled nest, The Fisherman sunk to his slumbers. He bad proceeded above half way, lost iri his accustomed gloomy reflections, when, starting from his trance of feeling he laid his hand upon his dagger and sternly eyed some being coiled up in the farther end of the boat, who had hitherto remained unnoticed. The thought flashed on his brain that he had been betrayed. and returning the dagger to his sheath he drew a pistol from his left breast and took deliberate aim, but his fatal design was arrested by a hu man being, (if he deserved the name,) crying out in a most unearthly voice, " Don't kill poor Nab:" George recognized in the voice and per son of the speaker (which immediately become erect) the " Idiot Boy" on whom he had con ferred many trifling favors. His first impulse was to return back and leave the Idiot on shore ; but the moon, which was just begin ning to silver in the East, would have betrayed his visit to the vessels if detained by a move ment of the kind, and to back without accom plishing the object of his visit was to brand himself with the epitaph of a coward. Here his feelings became so excited that ho exclaimed Death sooner than infamy." His next thought as a matter of self defence was to consign the poor boy to the mercy of the waves. The Idiot, with a voice and a manner of touching tenderness peculiar to such unfortunate beings. With I'l7;;A — BiTr.sVf ,- hung his head to think he had meditated an injury to a being who felt so deeply interested in his welfare. He determined to proceed to the vessel and trust his life to the discretion of an Idiot boy. He ran his boat close under one of the principal vessels, and having secured it so as to excite suspicion, be mounted the side and with a beating heart trod the proud deck of a British Man of War. Ile mingled with the dusty forms that gathered round the masts, and listened to their simple tales of love which had blessed them beneath another sky. His head fluttered wildly as he heard the seamen from his guarded way proclaim to the rising 131111 "Above—below—good niglit—All's Well." • The Idiot instinctively stole away and con cealed himself in one retired corner ; the sailors were repoSing in their hammocks, and only now and then persons were seen passing from one part of the deck to the other. The warm blood bounded to George Wortley's head—burned• for a moment, then rushed back to his almost un palpitating heart, as he listened to the last dy ng pensive cadence of a female voice. It was such as recalled to his mind a sound which bad blessed him in a happier day. He approached near the spot when the strain was again re sumed and the following verse sung to an air of the sweetest melancholy : I'll never weave for thee a sing, Nor wildly touch the warbling lyre Words may be false, or taken wrong, And music's note too soon expire: Words may be false, but oh s ! believe, There yet is one will not deceive, Will not deceive. Tis she !" exclaimed Wortley ; and over come by his feelings, sprang to the place and continued the exclamation. " My God ! Martha Woodville." The female fell into his arms and was entirely unconscious while he impressed a fervent kiss upon her palid cheek. Her vigor and recollection returning together, she burst from his embrace and exclaimed, " Fly, dear Wortley, he is here," and retreated to the cabin. George was aroused from the • inaction into which ho was thrown by her language and the suddenness of her light, by receiving a stab from behind, which was only prevented from being fatal by the point of a weapon glancing out wardly from the ribs. Ha wheeled around and closing in upon the coward assassin, wrested his sword from him, and placing the blade be neath his foot snapt it in twain. Ile was about to throw the pieces into the lake when ho saw the enamelled name glancing in the moon beams —with a voice or hatred heightened to, phrenzy he Yelled. " Me'Dole. cursed villain," and sprang towards him ; but Mc'D. eluded his grasp end ran to the cabin of the admiral, but soon re turned to the deck with a command to arrest Captain George Wortley of the American Army. The command was immediately put into execu tion, and George gloomily resigned himself to his fate, knowing that the man who had basely Allentown, Pa., January 9, 1856. separated:him from the woman of his lore would triumph that he perished by the meanest felon's death George Wortley and Martha Woodville were the pride of two villages in the interior of the United States. Their talc was one of perhaps too frequent occurrence. They saw each other —loved—and were engaged, and that engage- ment was approved by a mother ever solicitous for a daughter's happiness. Her father had " rejoiced the stars," and none else were left who had a right to interpose aught between these congenial spirits. The bridal day was appointed, and Time, smoothing his wrinkled brow, leaned on the anchor of Hope, and for once smiled benignant on the bliss of human hearts. The song iwhich Martha bad been singing on board the vessel was one framed by George in the duty of his happy courtship.-- Her guardian, Me'Dole, was a person whom she had always been taught to respect and look up to with reverence, for he had been consider ed a virtuous, amiable and a worthy man ; he violently opposed George Wortley's suit, and succeeded in extorting a promise from Martha not to wed without his consent. He had other objects in view than Martha's happiness. Ile had sold his honor and those talents which should have been devoted to his country's good. for British gold, and that power demanded some one as an hostage, that lie tepid not turn from the course of his villainy. As such an hostage he delivered up Martha Wood Ville to men whose virtue was doubtful and whose honor he knew not—such was the cause of her presence ou board the enemy's vessels. The night after George's capture rolled heav ily away, and, mental agony forbade him the sweets of repose. Martha passed the night in doubt And anxiety, nor was the time of Me'Dole less sleepless, for The wolf in pursuit of human blood will howl on through all the night. The morning came on ; the sun rose brilliantly and imparted all his splendor to the scenery of the Lake. The officers of the squadron had "tet as a Court Martial, and Capt: Wortley tikiLar raigned as a s•py before He did not deny the charge, and was sentenced to the yard arms with a respite till the nest morning at sunrise. Martha, who had broken from the hold of her guardian, ran upon deck • and fell in George's nrms shrieking, " save him, save him." MeDole, who had pursued, was about to force her from the embrace of her in- jured lover, when the Admiral, with a voice of stern fierceness exclaimed, "Dide, beware." The baseness of McDole burst upon him at once, and he felt that Wortley was an injured man ; lie asked of George the history; of his life, which was told with as little warmth as possible ; the old Admiral grasped his hand, pitied and shed a tear for his fate, because he could not avert it. At the strong solicitude of. George and the gentle advice of the good old Admiral, Martha permittei herself to be removed to a distant vess'el, for grief had rendered her nearly passive. George was left to prepare for his fate, and received all the kindness he could have wished in his situation ; one of the state rooms having been allotted to himself. The day on board the Admiral's vessel passed away in silence, and everything like unbecom ing mirth was repressed: The night had come on, and MeDole wns sullenly pacing the deck, for there he knew he was hated and despised, although on that vessel he-wore a sword, the emblem of an officer ho dared not own in hiS native land. The idiot, who had witnessed every thing that had transpired, grasped a rusted knife that lay on the deck, and which had been used by the sailors in cleaning fish, rushed upon McDole, gave him a fatal stab, and with a hysteric laugh, heaved him to the dark green wave. TheßtadesEended the side of the vessel, and with feelings of joy that he could not express. loosened the boat and in an in stant waS before the window of the state room. Finding that it would not give way to gentle pressure, he raised ono of the oars and dashed the window to pieces. George sprang and hailed the idiot as his deliverer, lowered him self into the boat, and with a beating heart di rected their course to the American shore.— They had proceeded but a short. distance when one of the stnallbst pins in the Admiral's vessel was fired to leeward—Georges fight had been discovered, and all the boats were lowered in his pursuit ; every nerve was strained by the hardy seaman, faithful to their duty; and the bright starlight of the evening soon pointed out the boat of George and the idiot moving com paratively slow towards the land of their grand sires and their liberty. A volley of 'musketry was fired from the pursuers, when the poor idiot boy fell struggling back into the boat—George stood up, and.determined to die the death of a soldier, that his Memory should not be branded with the ignomy of a felon's fate. The seamen, as if conscious of his intention, throw in another volley. whCn a piercing groan came from the boat, and George Wortley fell back, while his life blood darkened on the -billow. The shat tered boat filled rapidly with water, and soon sunk down to moulder with the sea covered weed. The moon again arose as brilliant as over—the god of repose reclined again on the couch of forgetfulness, and the proud waves of Lake Erie rolled brightly and gloriously on. Stranger ! I have stood where the blood tinged billow of that night's struggle dashed its white foam on the beach, where on the green branch above, the wild eagle screamed to the warrior's. requiem. I have seen Martha sit at her parlor window turn pensively and weep ; but she now only exists in the recollections of many, as a bright dream of their childhood, for she, too, has long since mingled with the clods of the valley. COMIC DUTCH PARODY. On Milking and his Dinah Ti.- of a rich Dutchman in New Yorck did live; fie had von tine daughter you patter pelieve; Tier 11/11110 was Katarina, as fair ash a roso, Cad she had a large fortune in de hands of old Mose Ash Kutarina vas drawing do lager bier von day, Her fader coined to her no dus be do say; .‘ Hurry up Katarina t do parlor go to, A customer waits to go riding wit you." Oh fader, wy don't dey some oder ghal find? To ride mit them fullers, I don't feel inclined: De way dcy drives dey buggy it makes me feel weak, Cn I twant:i to get married snit Dons Dunder next week. Den her fader get mad an he shvear his "gott dam!" She never mtnt marry mit any young man, " If you lose die Han's Dander, you may go take hie bags. Mit his hool:g, un his linhicols, an go gadder rags." Io to the kitchen she ran, Saying " eat tip mine brenhfast so fast vot I can, Den I'll travel avny, no I can't be his rife." But dal vas dey ray dot bile loosed her life For ash she ens eating a big 'Ninny sassage, It sthielet in her trout, On it stop'd up de passage ; She tried for to breath, but by grief overcome, ller head it reeled round, un she fall very dumb. Now Hans Dunder, he Lappen'd to calk in do door, lie seed his Katt - Irina lying dead on do floor; A big holony mnssnge vas lying by her side, Sitys fans " I be tool, 'twos mit this Ling she died." Now all you young vmmuins votehor yo do, Don't let that Hans Dundor opheak oaiuethings mil • you, 1.7 n oil you young fulk.rA, yen you courts in do pas • ge, Dinlc of Hans un Kutarina no de Li;; Itololly swengc, Pcrsoaal Beauty. Just -about the last inheritance which a i rent should wish his child—whether male or female, is personal beauty. It is about the' poorest kind of capital to start in the world with. Who ever saw a beauty who was worth the first red cent ?, • We mean what the world calls beauty, for there is a kind of beauty morel than skin deep, which the world does not ful ly recognise. It is not of that which we speak. But the girl whom all the fops and fools go into' exstacies over and about—we should as soon a child of ours should be—not quite so beautiful. And then your handsome young man over and about whom all the foolish school girls are in exstacies, what chance has he of being any- body? A sad destroyer of high ambition is beau ty. From being fitted for the shallow pates of the other sex, who can appreciate nothing else, they become content with a low standard of attainment, and are ham only when dancing attendance upon those who are pleased with their insipidity. VANILLA. The vanilla, so much prized for its delicious flavor, is the product of a vine which grows to the tops of the loftiest trees. Its leaves some what resemble those of the grape ; the flowers are red and yellow, and when they fall off are succeeded by the pods, which grow in clusters like our ordinary beans ; green at first, they change to pillow, and finally to a dark brown. To be preserved they arc gathered when yellow, and put in heaps for a few days, to ferment• They are afterward placed in the sun to dry, flattened by .the hand, and carefully rubbed with cocoanut oil, and then packed in dry plan tain leaves, so as to confine their powerful aro matic odor. The vanilla bean is the article used to scent snuff flavor ice-creams, jellies, &c., &c. The plant grows in Central America, and other hot countries. m.vralmosiAL. A writer has computed that a woman has lost half her chances of marriage at her tweu tieth year ; at twenty-three she has lost three fourths of her opportunities ; and at twenty-six seven-eights of her chances are gone. Eighteen hundred and fifty-six is leap year—that de lightful Season when, by common consent,•the fair sex eau indicate their preference. Look at the facts presented above, and then improve the advant nesof the present year. Delays are ' dangerous. oO' When a man dies, people generally in quire what property he has left behind him ? The angels will ask, what good deeds he has sent before him. DO RATS REASON I A few evenings since, (says the Ladies" Own Journal, of September twenty-third,) as the rain was falling in torrents, deluging the little yard by the house, a large rat was observed to come hurriedly out a hole by the side of the house, where the water was pouring in, and springing forward to an opposite building for a moment disappeared. Back again came the rat, and plunged into the hole, which was fast being filled with water, and in:a moment re-ap peared, bearing in her mouth a young rat, which she carried to the opposite building. Thus she continued to labour, until five of the young had been arrested _from a watery grave, and deposited in a place of safety ; but on com ing again from the wall with one of her young in her mouth, she dropped it down upon the ground, and after looking a moment, again-took it up, and trying to wake it, laid it down again. The little one was dead— it had been drowned. After repeated efforts to bring to life her off spring, she mournfully left the little one, and went to .the new home she had prepared for her more fortunate family. HATS. Hats, which are now such an indiSpensable ar ticle of dress, were at one period unknown ; and caps were worn only by men of very advanced age: Julius Ccesar, having a bald head, intro- duced the custom of wearing wreaths, or tur bans of laurel. This circumstance, and the covering of their beads by the aged, who at that time were regarded with peculiar honor, caused the wearing of caps to be looked upon asa mark of distinction, and was, therefore after a short time, universally adopted by men of rank. A cap also became the badge of freedom, and ns soon as a slave was liberated he had one presented to him, and was given permissicin to wear it in public. The cereinony of giving freedom was thus porformed—the slave was brought before the consul, and in after ages, i before the praetor, by his master, who, laying his hand 'upon the slave's head, said to the praetor, " I wish this man to be free, at the TM 11 He AIM NW, .b Wfi LW. ( UR I ingrok tin word 711011111110.550, and the phrase smalls emitters, to let go from the hand. The master then gave him a blow on the cheek, and preset), ted him to the consul, who, striking him gently with his rimlista, (wand) pronounced these I words, " I pronounce thee free, ac!ording to the custom of the Romans." This ceremony being ended, the slave was registered upon the roll of freemen. He was then shaven and taken to the temple of the 1 goddess Feronia, where he is made to sit on " the stone of liberty," which bore this inscrip• tion—" Slaves of honorable desert may sit here ; when they rise up they are free." Fi nally he was presented by his master with a cap, which was a symbol of his freedotn,and was suffered to depart. The " cap of liberty" is thus described by historians :—" It was simple in its form, being broad at the rim, to show that freedom stands on a firm basis, and running to a point like a pyramid, to signify that it should last forever ; it was of a tine white color, to expres the wear er's abhorrence of spots and stains caused by factions and tyranny ; it was without orna ment, to import his contempt of the baubles of pompous despotism, and it was made of wool to signify that freedom was the birthright of the shepherd as well as the Senator." Trip lightly over Trouble Trip lightly over trouble— Trip lightly over wrong ; We only make grief double By dwelling on it long. . Why clasp woe's hand so tightly? ,•• Why sigh o'er blossoms dead? Why cling to forms so slightly? Why not seek joy instead? • Trip lightly over sorrow; Though this day may ha dark, Tho sun may shine to-morrow, • And gaily Slug the lark ; Fair hopes have not departed, Though roses may kayo fled ; Then never he down-henrtod. But look for joy instead. Trip lightly over sadnosn, Stand not to rail at doom ; Wove pearls to strineof gladness On this side of tho tomb; Whilst stars are nightly shining, And Heaven is overhead, Encourage not repining, But look for joy instead. A BILLION. Few people have conception of the stu pendous sum which is designated by this, term, which. according to Webster's dictionary, is a million of millions. A manufactory making one hundred pins a minute, and kept in constant op. eration, would only make fifty-two millions five hundred and ninety-six thousand per annum, and would'require nearly twenty thousand years, at the same ratio, without a single moment's cessation , to make that number called a billion. NUMBER 15. SlTns and Wonders When will signs and wonders cease 4 Not till the destroying angel shall clip the thread of time, and the heavens shall be rolled togeth er as a scroll. Not a day passes but what we see good and bad signs, as the following will show : It's a good sign to have a -man enter your office with a friendly greeting—" Here's a dol lar and a half for fitly paper." It's a bad .sign to hear a man say he is too poor to take a paper—ten to one, he carries home a jug of " red eyo" that costs him half s It's a good sign to see a man doing an act of charity. It's a bad sign to hear him boasting of it. It's a good sign to see the flush of health in a man's face. It's a bad sign to see it concentrated in his• nose. It's a good sign to see an honest man wear ing old clothes. It's a .bad sign to see them filling holes in' his windows. Anv ten TO Com:Errxs.—Young ladies, beware how you coquette, or you may repent it to tho last day of your life. Though a gay young girl may be fond of society and attention, fond of admiration, and desirous of being the cyno sure of all eyes, let her not coquette. Let her not play with hearts as she, did with her dolls in infancy, lest she inflict misery and wretch edness on herself as well as on her victims., Man despises a coquette, and it is only the in herent vanity of a man which promotes their . success as his own opinion of himself leads him to suppose that he must be the favored one. A coquette is feared, dreaded and despised by all sensible persons both of the other sex and her own. Her triumphs are ever brief, and when she falls and looses her power she is not pitied but despised. She falls— " Unwept, unhonored and unsung," Her latter days are days of vinegar—her dis position, her temper, her whole nature grows WHili7Vii i cruet, delighting only in spiteful slander and malice, her only bonne bauche the news of a trim. con. case, a divorce, a broken love match, or an unhappy marriage. Gentlemen, shun a coquette if you would be happy ! To INIAxn Tom; ron CAKI33. —Take of the best white sugar one pound, and pour over it just enough cold water to dissolve the lumps ; then take the whites of 11rre eggs, and beat them a little, bdi not to a stiff froth ; add these to the sugar and water ;- put it inn deep bowl, place the bowl in a vessel of boiling water, and beat the mixture. It will first become thin and clear, and afterwards begin to thicken. Whim 'it becomes quite thick, remove it from the fire, and continue the beating until it becomes cold and thick enough ; then spread it on with a knife. It is perfectly white, glistens beauti fully, and is so hard and smooth when dry, that you may write very well ou it with a pencil. CI:STAMM—The common rule for these is eight eggs to a quart of milk ; but you can make very good custard with six, or even four eggs to the quart. Custard may be boiled, or baked, either in cups, or one large dish. It may be put in a shallow paste, and prepared as a pie, or into a.deep paste for a pudding. 'There should always be a little salt in the fla voring. The milk should always be boiled and cooled again before being used ; this makes it much rbhcr. A DEAt.sa IN Lon.: Pt wtmas.—A man who calls himself a doctorhas been arrested in Now York, accused or swinding a number of country pumpkins by selling them " love powders." A man who is not content to make love in the good old delightful way, of setting up o'nights after the old folks have gone to bed; deserves to• be swindled, and if we could be upon the jury which tries the doctor, the only verdict we would agree to would be, " served 'ens right, confound 'em." BAKED POT PlE.—From this time forth, we like to haven good many pot pies. A pan, two inches deep, needi only an upper and under crust, filled with apples ; a deeper. pan needs a middle crust ; sprinkle a little allspice and nut meg, with water enough to cook it : let it bako an hour, or till the apples are done, and cat with sweetened milk. Dried apples make equally as good a pie, by first stewing them. To CURE FRECELES.—Take two ounces of lemon juice, half a dram of powdered borax, and ono dram of sugar. Mix together, and let them stand& a glass bottle for a few days ; then rub it on the hands and face occasionally. - - o:7"Pleasant. To open your wife's jewel box and disc Over a strange gentleman's hair done up as a keep-sake. We know of nothing that mitkes an ardent temperament feel moral " fighty." 0
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