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sip&is (s>w ffiaiiß sjajnmaia PUBLISHED EVERY WEDNESDAY BY Wl. 11. JACOBY, 'Offlre on Main St., 3rd Square below Market, TERMSTwo Dollars per annum if paid Within six months from the time of subscrib ing: two dollars and filly cts. if not paid with in the year. No subscription taken for a less period than six months: no discontinuance ,'permitted until all arrearages are paid, un less at the option of the editor. The terms of advertising unit he as fallows : 'One square, twelve lines, three times, §1 00 Every subsequent insertion, 25 One square, tnree months, 3 00 One year 8 00 Choice IJoctrn. TOE LIST WITCH BURNING. BY WALTER TIIORNBURY. At Forfar, June —, 17—, THERE was a swoon of yellow cloud, A scud of wind-tossed blue, A drift of vapor, crimson proud, Shot purple through and through, Then a scurl of the grays of a wild dove's With shilling pearly hue. [wing •At Forlar, on'a bright June eve (The sun in blazoned pride,) They led old Elspmh to the stake, Her withered hsffils both tied ; They brought her with a blast of pipes, As men bring home a bride. The pointing children hooted her, Even the beggar's bitch Bit at her as she trembling went To die—"the poisoning witch " Patched cloaks flocked with soft scarlet The poor as well as rich. [hoods — They struck her as men do a thief, Pelting 'he blackening mud ; They would not stay to file the bridge, But dragged her through the flood Old bedrid hags from windows screamed Longing to drir.k her blood. Looking across the fields you saw Black lines, that widened out, Of ploughmen running ; on the wind Came curse and groan and shout: But, God ! to hear no single sob Or sigh from all that rout! She ifcrtspe'c'l Tor mercy. Ask the dog To spare the strangling life That in the vixen moans and barks Deep in the tumbling strife ; Or ask the Indian chief to give Mercy wher. blood is rife. Old Elspeth, with her lean arms crossed Humbly upon her breast, Walks painlully with bleeding feet, A rope strains round her chest; Sickly Iter watery eyes upturn To the gallows further west Her coif is off, her ragged hair, Snow-streaked with wintry years, Floats out when any gust of wind Brings billowing storms of cheers : The rolling mob still screech and roar, No bloodshot eye drops tears. She kissed a Bible, —close she kept The volume to her lips ; Oh 1 then arose a flame of yells As when war's red eclipse Passes. The leaping hangman then . Cried out for "stronger whips." Yet all this lime the mounting larks Saug far from hitman toil, — Miles, thites around the ripening corn Was in the golden boil ; The bee upon the blue flower swings In resiles, happy moll. With stolid care across the moor The distant death-bell rung. And drowning it five thousand screamed The ribald dirge that's sung When the great King Devil has his own, And another witch is hung. Twas pitiful to see them bind Those shrunk limbs to the stake ; Her idiot sisters' thankful smiles Approve the pains they take, And all the cruel, mocking care With which the slicks they break. A calcined collar round her neck The barte-faced hangman fits, An iron chain around her waiet And round her ankles knits, As ready for the fire his man The beach log cleaves and splits. They thrust 'the cruel arrowy flame Into the billet heaps, I Its fiery, Serpent quivering tongues Make eager hungry leaps ; The poor old creature stretched her hands ' To warm them. No one weeps ! The savage tiger fire is lit, A thunder-cloud of smoke, In one ribb'd column tall and black, Rose thirty feet, then broke : It blotted out the setting sun As with a burial cloak. •% Yon hear from thickness of the cloud The mumble of a prayer, And lo ! a shriek, swift, dagger keen Sprang up and Blabbed the air, 'Then just one burning hand that atrove J To wave and beckon there. came upon the crowd, jurprhen the softening spring Break* up the icy northern seas, Melting ting alter ring : Then, rising O'er their gtiilty heads, Theiuk sought Heaven's King. Watt f|htt sinner's pleading soul Thntffik op to those skies, High, hWfcpve the burning light And seWfcbtutal eyes, The storms alp eddies round the Make Of brutal WtH-beast tries. * Ml * * * An hour ago WNoW but a ring Of ashes sUralf white, And filmy sparksllre| broke in blooms Of fitful scarlet lignß.! When acudding wintflfcuh fiery gush, Drove the children leg end fight. And chief amongst the crowd A child langhed with those btouU— Bbe was the maid the hag bewi^ed Upon the lairds own lands ; And when she saw the ash blow M She clapped her little hands. gjL Thank God, the frightened, cruel follM^| Ne'er lit that fire again ; Notrawore that catciiied collar more, VWh its griping, thfottling strain : 'Twas • cruel deed, and only sweet ■ To the bigot's blighted braitl. --Bentley's Miscellany lILOOMSBURG, COLUMBIA COUNTY, PA., WEDNESDAY, JUNE 22, 1859. The way Dogs are taken in and done for in New York. The dog pound is an old hulk, moored close of the pier at the foot of East Twenty eighth street. The visitor steps on board by means of a plank, and enters a door lead ing underneath a shed which has been constructed on deck. Close by the door is the desk of the clerk, who keeps an account of all dogs and puppies received, giving to the persons who bring them checks on the Mayor for their respective amounts. Long before the visitor Teaches the pier his ears are saluted by a medley of canine sounds, not by any means melodious as the deep baying of the beagle, while engaged in the chasebat it is not until he is fairly in the enclosure where the animals are kept that he receives the full benefit of the discord Along each side of the shed is a lath, to which on Monday afternoon about two hun dred dogs, of all sorts and all conditions, are lastened with ropes ; one on the end of the cord being slipped around the neck of each animal. There were the Scotch ter rier, the spaniel, the pug, the poodle, the cur—in short there were "Ptappy, mongrel, whelp and hound, And cur of low degree." And they kept up a deafening noise, of yelping, howling, snapping, snarling, yel ling and barking—lrom the short, sharp yell of lite poodle, to the deep bow-wow of the house dog. There were very few of any value, while many were decidedly of a Snarleyow character, as far as appearance goes. A pretty large regiment of them might have been collected so mangy and otherwise so objectionable, that a canine Falslaff would have refused to "go through Coventry with them—that's flat." At the further end of the deck is placed a large square cistern, with a grating covering it over on the top, in which the dogs are drowned, secundum artum —a very delicate bit of a job, as will be shown in its proper place. Descending in the hold, the visitor enter's another kennel of dogs, where sights are to be seen, and noises heard similar to those on deck. It is unnecessary to inform the reader that the effluvia of the entire vas selisby no means ambrosial, particularly those of the cistern, in which a large num ber of dogs have been already placed. At about 5i o'clock, the time arrived for the execution to commence. Accordingly, a boy stationed himself on the grating upon the cistern, opened a trap door forming a part of the grating, and large enough to ad mit a good sized dog. A man stood on the step leading to the top of the cistern, for the purpose of receiving the dogs, which were handed to him one by one, or it. the case of small dogs, by couples. The motlus operan di was to first coax the dogs, calling out in a wheedling manner, "Jack, Jack poor fel low 1" (poor fellow, indeed !) accompanied by that peculiar sucking of the lips well known as the dog language, but which in the present imperfect state of the sci ences of chicograpy and typography, it is impossible to delineate upon paper. This was rather a Judas like proceeding, but it had its effect,and the unsuspecting dog thus flattered soon had his teeth severed by a knife, and himself lifted by the "scruff' of the neck and handed to the man on the step, who threw him incontinently into the 'cistern among his fellow-canines, when the attendant juvenile immediately closed the ! trap over him. With small dogs this was ] an easy job, but it was otherwise with the large fellows, and the executioner had to take a purchase by their caudle appendages to pitch them in. There was no offer to bite the men engaged in the work, except in the case of one pug nosed and pugnacious little fellow, with hair as rough and about the collor of a rat, and not much larger than that interesting quadruped. He was I determined to die "game" and so showed fight to the last. The man who had to catch him went very gingerly to work, and at la6t succeeded in laying hold of him in a handy part and popping him into limbo. Whenever a really valuable dog is found he is put aside and kept for sale. While this operation was going on, the man who was handing up the dogs, passed a dark colored spaniel, when he who was pitching them into the cistern, and Who is evidently a Cockr.ey, to judge by his vernacular, ex claimed, "Wot you passin' by of that'ere dorg for, Charley. He haii.t worth nothin'." To which Charley replied, that the owner had promised to call for him. He was re spited accordingly. The last dog—a huge black fetaaid, in an interesting condition—had been put in, and the trap was fastened down. And now the yelling was frigthful. A noxious exhalation rosd from the packed cistern,and intense heat was emited. Long before the water could be applied, the dogs at the bottom must have died from suffocation ; for upwards of two hundred dogs of all sizes were packed in a cistern of about twelve feet square and about seven feet deep. It was a perfect canine hole of Calcutta; and if the mind can conceive of Mayor Tiemann's barajah Dowlah,Marshal Stephens, who superinten ded the whole affair, as the sentry, and the dogs as the British soldiers, (all Christians ate dogs in Mahommendan eyes,) the par allel will be complete. All being, prepared, the hose was ran from the plug on the street to the cistern, and the water let in. To those on top the cooling bath must have been a temporary relief and they seemed rather to enjoy it; bat it was no to last. The water rose higher, the yelps became faintet and fainter, and in a short time all was still. h Carte are now brought on the pier, and ■f%st(tg d bodies taken from .the cistern and placed therein, for conveyance to the place Where such carrion is usually deposited, i after which another batch of dogs under -1 went a similar operation, till all had given up the ghost, that is, supposing the met- I empsychosis to be true, and that dogs have ' ghosts to give up.— Express. The Road over the Alps. • As this road will soon become famous as the route of the French army from France into Italy, the following description, given by a correspondent of the New York Timet, who recently passed over it, will be read with interest : "The road over Mont Cenis is macada mized throughout its whole extent, and is wide and in perfect order, consisting of easy grades. On the top of the mountain there was much snow,but most of it was removed from the road ; a work of great labor, as the cuts in some places were ten feet deep, and the snow so compact that its sides were per pendicular.- The diligence was several hours in passing through this region of snow, and it was snowing at the time and extremely cold. On Monday and Tuesday of this week it rained hard on the West side of the mountain, and it was feared that the passage of troops was impeded by fresh snows. The journey over the pass is 'no nice affair, even to one who occupied the protected seatß of ft comfortable diligence —such was my fortunate position. What must it be to soldiers on foot, wet with se vere rains, and encumbered with knapsacks and arms ? "The pass is 6,825 feet high—nearly 300 feet higher than the famous Simplon pass. That of the great St. Bernard, over which Napoleon conducted his army before any road had been formed, is 8,200 feet. The east grades of the Mont Cenis road, and the protection furnished by granite posts on its exterior, within seven or eight feet of each other, firmly planted in the earth, and four feet high, indicate that a principal object in thus fo'rtmug it was the easy and safe haul ing of cannon and baggage over the line. I walked for miles over the road, in the ascent from the Sardinian side, and care fully observed its construction. The engin eering difficulties were immense, but they have been overcome with such skill that the ascent is uniform and easy in every part Occasionally a level place is left to afford relief to horses from the wearysomeness of a steady pull. I noticed that the marks of the drill used in blasting were nearly oblit erated, the effect of long continued exposure to severe storms and the character of the rock, which is a soft limestome. It may be if the history of the road shall ever be lost, that future antiquarians may contend, from the obliteration of all sign 6 of blasting, that at least no great difficulties were encoun tered in its construction, even if they do not insist that it was formed or. a natural bed. One is struck with wonder that such a great work, over high mountains, should have been formed and finished on a line exceeding fifty miles so completely that it exceeds in excellence any road I know of in the United States, whether public or pri vate and long ro short. It is kept in high or der, and is .descended on a brisk trot with entire Safety. "It seemed most appropriate, as this great road was the work of the elder Napoleon, that the representative of his name should distinguish himself by using it for the march of a great army aimed at the same Power which Napoleon successfully encountered soon after crossing the Alps." The Voice of tbe Whang-Doodle. A 'whang-doodle' preacher wound up a flaming sermon with this magnificent pero rations : 'My brethefing and sistern ! ef a man's full of religion, you can't hurt him ! There was the three Arabian children ; they put 'em in a firey furnace, heeled seven times hotter then it could be het, and it didn't singe a bar on ther heads ! And there was John the Evangeler; they put him—and where do you think brelhering and sistern, they put him ? Why they put him in a caldadronic of bilin' ilo, and biled him all night, and it didn't faze his shell! And there was Daniel; they put him into a lion's den; and what my fellow travellers and re spected auditories, do you think he was put into a lion's den for? Why, for prayin' three times a day. Don't be alarmed, brelh ering and sistern; I don't think any of you will ever get into a lion's den for a like of fence. A Temperance Slory. Deacon Johnson is a great temperance man, and sets a good example of total ab stinence as far as he is seen. Not long ago he employed a carpenter to make some al ternations in his parlor, and in repairing the corner near the fire place it was found necessary to remove the wainscoting, when lo 1 a discovery was made that astonished ev erybody. A brace of decanters, a tumbler, and a pitcher, were closely reposing there as if they had stood there from the begin ing. The deacon was summoned, and as he be held the blushing bottles, he exclaimed, " Ha'll, 1 declare, that is curious, sure enough. It must be what old Bains left when he went out of this 'ere house 30 years ago." "Perhaps he did" relumed the car penter, "but, deacon, the ice in the pitoh er must have been friz mighty hard to stay till this time." 'DOH'T hurry,' exclaimed the man Who was going to be hung, to tbe crowed which I followed hire, 'there'll be no fun till I get there.' Mr Country. Funny People. ' As a class, funny people are by no means numerous. Indeed, they are great rarities. So that it is chiefly on the stage that you can see the model men and women of tbe order. The world of real life is dull and dry for rearing the species and preserving its originality. It gets soured and crusted with the atmosphere of society, and looses its specific levity by the requisition of grav ity instead. Fgn is generally a great favor ite—so much so, that eves in church, if It should be met with, it seldom causes a frown. With some this tunny propensity is natural and unaffected—with others it is artificial, aiming at effect. With the for mer it is generally done gravely and seri onsly, as ft 'unconscious urtho ridicule •abdnt to be excited. The funniest of all people never laugh at their o*n fun. You never see old Keeley laujh ; his wile laughs, for she wants the sam power as he of commanding the countentnce, but lor that very reason she wants his humor Keeley looks grave as Bottom, when all the house is roaring with laughter; nor does there appear the slightest effott on his part to restrain his countenance. It was the same with Liston—that cool, inimitable droll—who always seemed to be the only person present who was not aware of his own absurdities, or amused by his own drolleries. It is chiefly in this perrfect restraint Or command of the countenance that the diffi culty of comic acting consists. It it a rare gilt. Not one man in ten thousand can preserve his countenance unmoved, in the midst of a good-natured vOfley Gf mirth ami fun. Anger may do it for him sometimes, when he would rather indulge in it; but that is only another proof of tbe almost in superable difficulty of controlling the exqui site muscles of the mouth, in which lie the whole of the the passional expression Of the cour tenance. In the young, it is per haps immpossible, and some youngsters suffer severely from the irrepressibility of laughter, when ludricous ideas are present ed to the mind. Young girls, also, when they would be merry and very funny, gen erally laugh so much when telling their funny stories, that it is no easy mat ter to know what they are saying. A real funster can so surcharge his story with fun that his hearers shall be compell ed to laugh, whether he himself laugh or not, which he seldom does, except for so ciality and exercise for bis lunge. But who has not a real lunny genius supplies the want of it by the laughter that nature has ordained to accompany it. If you sec a gitl telling a story and laughing inordi nately at every two or three words, as if she were rather hearing some one recount the tale than recounting it herself, you may be quite sure that that girl has not the genius for telling a funny story, but only the sus ceptibility for laughing at one. But if yrtu see two or three young wo men laughing most histerically, and one in the midst of them talking quietly with al most imperturable, but yet good-natured smiling countenance, you want no more evidence —that is a funny fiirl, the funniest of the bevy. She has got the genius for fun She is an actress and a star in her own sphere. . - • * tees of Crime-Imperfect Training. The rapid increase of crime, and the de moralization and carelessness which too frequently prevail in onr cities, and large towns and villages, 100 plainly show the improper training of our young mon and our young women also. Says a cotempora ry—with too much truth—over indulgence is a potent auxiliary to imperfect training. Our boys and girls are scarcely out of their swadling clothes ere they are treated as young gentlemen and incipient ladieß. While yet under the discipline of the teach er's ferule, they conceive themselves com petent to take their places in society. Boys of sixteen talk politics, frequent public amusements, smoke cigars, and imbibe in toxicating fluids. Girls of fourteen or fif teen chatter scandal, are fastidious and ele gant in the toilet, play the woman, prate of marriage, and converse among themselves about their beaux. Long ere the years of discreation have arrived, both sexes know too much. Beardless youths are converted into rakish men of the world, and simper ing misses, who ought still to wear panta lets, are thoroughly grounded in the arts -of flirtation and coquetry. To anticipate mod esty, propriety, moral rectitude, and a sense of religious responsibility from such materials would be about as unreasonable as to expect to find humanity in a tiger, courago in a hare, or genius in an idol. Seven-eights of the crimes which the press is constantly compelled to record, proceed from this fruitful source of misery and vice. As long as parents and guardians shrink from the pertormance of their duty, so long will the evil continue uncheckod. It is im possible to plant brambles, and gather ro ses. No one can habitually swsflow poi son with impunity. Children, if surrender ed to the anarchical government of their own bad passions, will necessarily become vicious in youth and depraved in manhood. A cabin boy on board a ship, the cap tain of which was a religous man, was cal led up to be whipped for some misdemean or. Little Jack went crying and trembling, and said to the Capt.—"Pray, sir, will you wait till I say my prayers ?" "Yes," was the stern reply. "Well then,"replied Jack looking up, and smiling triumphantly.— I'll ssy them when I get ashore." THE NORTH. How Mike Fn Rati Doctored His Pig. Mr. Michael Fagatt is a very worthy rep resentative from "Green Eric," residing in a small dwelling in a small village near Boston. Michael is industrious and strives hard to turn art honest penny to account, whenever, and however, there may be the slightest prospect of profit. Michael has a little patch of ground behind bis house, where he supports a few ducks and Chick ens ; and the freshest eggs in the neighbor hood can always be found on his premises, for he never allows himseli to be possessed of more than a single dozen at any time be fore disposing of them. In addition to his slock of poultry, Michael purchased a young jiig, which after four months petting and nursing, he prided ftimself upon exhibiting to his friends and acquaintances, as one of the "swatest and kindest craythers in the wurld." But Michael's pig took sick, and from his coughing and sneezing symptoms, it was certainly evident that he had contracted a very bad cold. Close by the residence of this honest Hi bernian, there dwells the village physician, a kind hearted man, and very skillful, whose practice is none of the largest. As he came from his house, a short time since, Michael Blood at the gate, ruminating upon the chances„in favor of his favorite pork er, and observing the doctor, he hailed him with : "The top uv the ntornin' to ye doc thur ?" "Ah, Michael, how are you ?" "It's very well I am meself docthur—but perhaps ye'll be tellin' a poor man what he'd be after doin' for his pig; ahone! ahone! he's very sick, docthur." "Pig," exclaimed the doctor with a smile, "What pig, Michael, and what's the mat ter with him ?" "Sure he's very bad indade, so he is. A cowled, docthur, shneezin' and barken the head off him and divil blasht the thing I can do wid him." "Well, really, Michael, I can't say, I'm not a pig doctor !" "Sure it's meself that knows that. But if it was a gossoon instead uv the darlin cray ther what.would 1 bo after doing wid him for the cowld he has 1" "Well," continued the doctor, consider ately, "were it a child, Michael, perhaps 1 should reccomrnend a mustard poultice to his back, and his feet put in hot water." ■ " It's moself that's obliged to ye, docthnr, be dad I am," responded Mike, as the phy sician passed slung,, a and he entered his house. "Biddy !" he added, addressing his wife, " we'll cure the pig, so we will." In a short time the porker was invested in a strong mustard plaster from his tail to his ears. Notwithstanding his struggles, and his wheezjigs, and torture ftom the action of the unyielding plaster, a tub of almost boiling water was prepared, and into it poor piggy was soused above his knees. The result may easily be conceived. Next morning, bright and early, Michael stood at the gate once more, awaiting the coming of the doctor, who soon made his appearance. "Good morning, Mike, how does the pig come on ?" "O, be gorrah, docthur! it was mighty oncivil in ye to be tratiug a neighbor in that way, so it was." " Why, what is the matter, what has hap pened, Michael." "Happened is it, I put the powltice on the pig, so I did, an' he squealed murther, an' be dad it's no wonder, for the wul roll'd off his back from.head to tail." "What!" "Didn't I put the pig's feet in hot wather as ye towled me, an' be jabers the hoofs tumbled off uv him intirely I" Poor Mike spoke truly. Through his ig norance he had blistered off the bristles, and with the hot water he scalded off poor grunter's feet. He died under this double dose, and though Michael has never since asked the doctors upon similar matters, he still insists that it was "a mane trick so it was." Indian Anecdote. Sequashequaslt, an Indian of the remains of a tribe in Connecticut, was some years since brought before a justice of the pace on some charge or other, which 1 do not rcollect. John happened to be drunk at the time, and instead of answering directly to the question put by thejustice, merely mut tered out: —Your honor is very—very wise —very wise—y-y-your honor is very wise, I say." Being unable to get any other answer from him, the justice ordered him to be lock ed up till the next day, when John was brought before him perlecily sober. 'Why, John,' said the justice, you was as drunk as a beast yesterday. When I asked you any questions, the only answer you made was—'Your honor's very wise— very wise.' 'Did I call your honor wise ! said the In dian with a look of incredulity. 'Yes,' answered the magistrate. 'Then,' replied John, 'I must have been drunk, sure enough.' 'Miss Brown, I have been to learn bow to tell fortunes,' said a young man to a bru nette. 'Just give we your band if you please.' 'La, Mr. White, how sudden you are! Well, go ask pa.' THI roan who has planted himself on j his good intention has not yet sprouted. IN OYSTER SETTER. "Gently stir and.rake the 'fi're, , Put the oystern on to roast, 'Duck Creek planted' I desire, They're the kind that please me most 8 As the odor strikes my nose, , My appetites much keener grows. 9 "On the plate now see them lie, 1 ,In the gravy plump and fat! , Finger 'fish' ne'er met my eye' Nor an op'ning rich as that 1 Let tr.e season to the taste, With pepper, salt, etc—hasto. 1 " The cloth upon the table spread Now knife and fork as quietly got, With butter fresh and toasted bread, 8 I'll have a feast unread of yet; ; While pony brandy and segars { Will set me up beyond the stars." i ... r f Occasions of Death. 5 They are everywhere ! No palli is shel tered from them ; no business ; no mode of , life is secure from their invasion. We walk 3 amid them, lie down amid them, labor, rest, L eat and steep amid them. Abroad they I beset our goings. Do we go forth in the . I morning to the day's labor?—we may not | ! reach the field or the shop. Do we turn ( , homeward from our place 6f business ? 3 we may be seized with death pangs on the ! street. Do we stroll out musingly at even , i ing twilight, by field or streamlet ?—death . | accompanies us. The poor mail's cottage , 1 may be proudly called his citadel, which . no human authority not civil force can rightfully enter ; yet the messenger of the J King of Terrors lurk in every corner, and t mortal diseases brood over the generouß t board, the blazing hearthstone, and the t sleeping couch. I We never get beyond tllis'deadly immi ! nence. We are not like a mariner passing ' j by Hell's Gate, with smooth, safe waters i just ahead. Our whole life is a voyage | through a nartew strait, hemmed in with 3 rocks and whirlpools. It has been said of j life, that it is not a to a preci | pice in the distance, but a path lying along 3 1 the edge of an abyss, and that each ad | vancing step may be the fatal leap. Cast I ' your eye on yonder mountain. See that _ I frightful preeipiece, which frowns along its , J a gg e d side as far as the eye can reach.— | Many an ill-fated wanderer upon those diz _ | zy heights, has toppled, and gone shrieking [ down into the deep gorges below. As you , look, a huge rock, loosening from the moun tain top, thunders down, and startles the • quiet of that deep abyss with its tremendous crash. Look upward again ! Along the s crumbling edge of that precipice you per ceive a narrow path ; And with shivering sensation, you discover that human beings ' are crowding along that mountain footway. Age creeps on with its staff, youth rushes forward, the cripple hobbles along, the j mother goes there, and Net child by her side. You are surprised to find, that, with 1 the exceptions of one here and there, those way-farers seem to be entirely ignorant of their perilous situation. They march on as securely as though there was no abyss I 1 within a thousand miles. Often they stagger on the brink, and— "Their heedless feet from under 8 Slips the crumbling brink." But with a bound and a shout, they dance = along. Your impulse is to cry out "Stop ! 1 stop 1" But in vain ! Your voice could not reach those giddy heights. See ! one hap ' less creature fall ! Those near by 1 are ar ! rested by the sudden plunge, and they seem *, for a moment to be sensible of their danger; but next moment they rush on heedless, as 1 before. Soon another sinks ; and as one > after another, in rapid succession, goes . headlong down, the eager crowd press on, unaffected by the catasirophe. I Such is a picture of life, of death, and ol r human blindness !—A. i EXPLOIT OF A KENTUCKY LADY. —The Louis . j ville Journal relates a 'rich affair' which oc curred some five miles above Louisville, r on the river road, on Thursday evening j last, in which an interesting and refined 3 Kentucky lady severely whipped her hus . baud whom she had discarded. Both par t ties being present at a trial before a justice of the peace, she secretly ordered her ne gro boy to unhitch the horse attached to the buggy in which the husband had come, so as to prevent his escape, and having got hold of the whip of Deputy Sheriff Hite, without exciting any suspicion as tb her , intentions, awaited the exit of her husband ' from the temple of justice, after the exami nation of the trial. As soon as he stepped out she commenced belaboring him unmer j cifully with the whip. He made good time to the buggy, pursued by her, but to his I chagrin he found the horse unhitched, and I returning still pursued by her, he called j upon the officers for protection. She pro : tfested against any interference, remarking , that he had a set of teeth in his mouth that were paid for by her, and she wanted to gel ! them. LOVE. —An old writer says that love is . like the small pox—a man never experi ences it but once. To continue the figure, . would it not be safer for young men to un dergo a process similar to vaccination, rath er than take the disease in the natural way, , that is, to fall in love with a woman from books and description, rather, than from ac tural intercourse with the world—to admire her in the abstract, not in the reality ? Thus a large proportion of foolish love scrapes, | and more foolish marriages might, perhaps, ( be prevented. "Pooh 1 pooh !" said a wife to her ex piring husband, as he strove to utter a few , j parting words, "don't stop to talk, go on with your dying." [Two Dollars per Anam. NUMBER 24. . A Yankee at a Conrl in the Lower Regions. | The Court was sitting,and business seem | ed to carried on with a dispatch quite un know to our "upper" tribunals. Presently one of the Constables called out : "Virgil Hoskins ! Virgil Hoskins ! "Here !" answers'a yankee pedler, quak ing up the bar. Rhadamanthus was settled with a great number of huge account books before him : "Virgil Hoskins is your name, is it ?" said he ; "here it is among the H's, pp 49,358 ; ah, Virgil, there is a terrible long account against you. Let's see a few of the charges: VIBGIL HOSKINS, DR. June 27, 18—: To selling in the course of one peddling expedition, 497,368 yrooden nutmegs, 281,532 Spanish segars made of oak leaves, and 647 wooden clocks. "What do you say to that charge, Hos kins ?" Hoskins—"Say to it ? Why, that was counted in our place, abeout the greatest peddlin' trip that ever was made over the Potoma'c." Rhadamanthus—"June 29, 18—: To steal ing an old grindstone, covering it over with cotton cloth, smearing it over with butter, and selling it as a cheese." Hoskins (in great surprise)—"Jimminy ! you wouldn't punish a man for that, would ye ?" Rhadamanthus—"December 13, 1780 : To making a counterfeit dollar out of pew ter, when you were six years old,and cheat ing your own father with it." Hoskins—"My parent was real glad when he found it eout ; he said it showed,! had a genus." Rhadamanthus—"To taking a worn out pair of shoes, which you had found on the road, and selling them to an old lady, as being the actual shoes of St. Paul." Hoskins (with exultation)—! made four dollars and twelve-and-a-half cents by that operation !" Rhadamanthus—" July 2, 18—: To taking an old empty gold watch case, putting a live cricket into it, and then selling it as a pat ent lever in full motion." Hoskins—"He ! he ! he ! —wal, that viai one of the cutest tricks I 'ever played in all my life !" Rhadamanthus—"lt would occupy me a week, Hoskins, to go through all the charg es against you you. I really am getting entirely out of patience with Now England, for it gives me more trouble than all the rest of the world put together. You are sentenced to be thrown into a lake of boil ing molasses, where nearly all your coun trymen already are, with that same old gindstone tied to your neck." Alter the Yankee had been thus disposed of, there were a few other cases. Among the rest an old Virginian was condemned for fishing on Sunday : a Kenluckiati for horse stealing ; a Georgian for hard swear ing ; and a south Carolinian for taking part with the General Government against his own State. BLIND GIRL—POWER OF THE BIBLE.—A little girl had been attacked with a severe pain in the head, which ended in blindness. She was taken to an eminent occulist, who pronounced her incurable. She wished to know what the doctor said about her stdte, and her mother told her. 'What mother! exclaimed the child 'am I never to see the sun, nor the beautiful field, nor you my dear mother, nor my father ? 0! how shall I bear it 1' She wrung her hands, and wept bitterly. Nothing seemed to yield her the slightest comfort till her mother ta king a pocket bible from the table, placed itiuher hands. 'Whatsis this mother?' inquired the desolate little girl. 'lt is the Bible, my child.' Immediately a score of its most consolatory passages presented themselves to her mind. She paused, turn ed her poor benighted eyeballs towards the ceiling, while an angelic expression played on heb countenance and then, as if filled with the Holy Spirit, breathed forth in an impassioned, but scarcely audible whisper —' 'lhy will be done on earth ai it is done in heaven /' ROLLING OFF A LOO. —An editor out YVest, being deserted by his printers, who were 'on a strike,' was compelled to turn into the office himself. In his next week's paper appeared a graphic account of the circum stances, composed by the editor's 'own fair finger,'s conluding with the words—'Tnik oj tHe sublime arT oj Printinff ; bleSs ouK soul ? it's as eAs£ as roLling ofj a 'jo3.' A LKSSOII IN ARITHMETIC. —Teacher.— John suppose I was to shoot at a tree with five birds on it, and kill three, how many would be left! John.—Three, sir. . r, Teacher.—No, two would be left you ig noramus. John.—No there wouldn't though—the three shot would be left, and the other two would be flied away. Teacher.—Take your seat, John. A hunrgry Scotchman took a raw egg, cracke'd the shell, and was raising it to his mouth, when his ear was suddenly saluted by the the shrill pipe of an unborn chicken. "Ye speak too late," cried Swaney and down went the pullet, feathers and all. CURE FOR WARTS AND CORNS. —the bark of a willow tree, burnt to ashes, mixed with strong vinegar and applied to the parts,will remove all corns or excrescenses on any part of the body.