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1 1 i r U . II. JACOBT, Proprietor. Truth and Right God and our Country. Two Dollars per An nam. VOLUME 12. BLOOM SBURG; COLUMBIA COUNTY, PA., WEDNESDAY NOVEMBER 14, I860. NUMBER 45. r STAR 0 ivrninynn J t ) i v V s STAR OF THE NORTH rYELISHED EvKlCT WWSHPtT BT WS. II. JACOBT, Office on Main St., Td Square below Market, TERMS: Two Dollars per annum if paid "within fix months from the tim of subscri bing : two dollars and fifty cents it not paid within the year. No subscription taken for less period than six months; no discon tinuances permitted until all arrearages are paid, unless at the option oT the editor. The terms of advertising vcill be as follows : One square, twelve lines, three times, SI 00 Every subsequent insertion, ...... 25 One square, three months, 3 no One year, . . . 8 HO SUICIDE. Timo'.heus Jeems Augustus Brown Took cold into his head, And sneezed from morn till night, until He wished that he was dead. Tl! take my worthless life," said he, And took his razor down ; Cut then he changed his mind, and thought Twould easier be to drowu. He walked unto the watet's edge, Loud sneezing a he went ; But staid to pay hi prayers, until His courage ail was apeut. And then he thought of other plans To cut his thread of life ; And wondered whichleast painful was, Th? halter or the knife. At length, in sheer despair, he strolled To where Sue Jen kin dwelt, And. sneezing hi apologies, Before her lace he kuelt. He told her he was tired of life, And knew not what to do, If he would not consent to be. His dearly-loved a-tchoo ! She did consent, though modestly, And soon became his bride ; Vet still he swear that he will end His lite by Svey's tile ! I The acw-Yorfc Pickpockets. With pickpockets, highway robbers, bur C'ars, theirerf,, shoulder-hitters and politi- ' cians, New York city, is cursed to a greater extent than any other city on this continent. Exrfpting the shoulder hitter and politi cians, there is no class w numerous as the pickpockets. Old men and women, spruce young boys and blooning girls, are num bered on the ranks of the protession. They are met at a! pcinis, in all sorts of costume nd at the roost unexpected time and place always hariug an eye to business, yet ex ceedingly wary. It requires great skill, we had almost said pen ins. to become an ex- pert and successful pickpocket. One who is never at a loss for an expedient, never foses his self-possession, and who generally ets what he is after, has only acquired his kill and dexterity by many years of hard study human nature, an immense amount of practice, and probably many month's im-, prisonment. Pickpockets are a distinct' class ot thieves, and associate as little with burglars and other depredators as would a Jry-goods merchant-prince with a retail dealer in hardware. A skillful pickpocket excites the greatest admiration amonii his Jets lorfunate companions, and is looked np to-wlth as much reverence as is a man in respectable society who ha thousands of dollars at his finders ends. He fully ap preciates his position, and with an air of ihe greatest condescension accepts from his fellow-thieves those little offerings of brandy punches and cigars which they so freely offer at his shrine ot dexterity and impudence. , The modes of obtaining the objects of their ambition generally "pocket-book or gold watch" are as numerous as the vari ous classes of pickpockets. They all par ticularly delight in a crowd. Let a few thousand people congregate in the street, or in some place of amusement, and there you will find the pickpocket in his glory. Take street crowd for instance. Two or three of the light-fingered gentry are there, woik Ing together. They select their victim, aid immediately seize every opportunity to hus tle and jostle him. Suddenly one is crash ed np against him, at which both begin to wear furionsly, the victim striving to get away? and the pickpocket crowding still harder, till he succeeds in getting his hands away from his pocket. In an instant a dex terous confederate slily slip his fingers into the victim's pocket, and they seldom come oat again without the coveted wallet. Meanwhile the plucked pigeon is so much Absorbed in crowding', hustling and swear ing, that he has no suspicion of the transfer that is being made .At all places of amuse irtent, or where any sort of tickets are nold that will create a rush, there loot out for your pockets. You want to buy a ticket, fcave taken out your wallet to gel the neces sary money, and returned it to your pocket. A professional has witnessed the operation, iand is instantly by your side crowding and jamrriingas ferocious'y as yourself toward ihe little hole where tho tickets are passed. Yon pass in your money and detr-acd a ticket he does ike same, striving to get ahead of yon -yoa become anxious," and your hand and his gel into strife for the ovetetl ticket, and meanrhi! lh ther hand is exploring the recesses ol your pock et By Uie time you get cut of the crowd your wallet and your pertinacious . friend .hava both disappeared. Pickpockets gea ra!Iy.wor!c in schools of two to six, jus t as the ftxigsncios of the cases may require. Ihe rst object to be ob'ained, is to divert theii: victim's attention from h!s pocket, and the next thirg i to inJuca him, by tone ! '1!, hi hat off, when, up go both hands, and out goes his wallet or his watch. In stealing watches, the guard chain forms quite an obstacle provided it be se curely fastened. The most frequent way of overcoming this difficulty is to perform the operation called -'ringing it." That is, the watch is cautiously lilted from the pocket and by dexterous movement of the thumb ami forefinger the ring to which the chain in attached is twisted from the watch, and left dangling from the victim's vest, while the watch has been passed from one hand to another, till it may be several blocks away before it is missed. In buying watch er, it may be a good thing to know that when the guard chain is riveted to the watch, instead of being merely sprung to gether, a pickpocket stands little chance of getting it away, unless he cuts the guard. The most expert pickpockets those at the head of the profession are rather in clined to avoid New York, as the Detective Police have become , too thoroughly ac quainted .with them and their modes of op eration. They accordingly turn their at tention to traveling and 'working' railroad cars, steamboats, and the inland cities, which they visit on their route. Two or three generally travel together, and take ad vantage of every crowd to practice their arts upon unwary strangers. After a suc cessful tonr they return to New York to spend their ill-gotten gains in gambling and riotous living. It is not an unusual thing for an expert to start from New York with scarcely any funds, travel directly through Nw Orleans, or some of the Western cities, and immediately return with sufficient money to enable him to live in idleness for several months. This leaves in the city few besides the comparative novices, the women, and the "kids," or juvenile pick pocKets. These are particularly afraid of the Detectives, and will seldom atiempt a job when they know them to be near. It frequently happens that at places of amusement a thief will present himself to a Detective who may be there, and beg to be allowed to go inside. He promises faithful r not to "work" the andience, and if the Detective w'uhes, he will wait till all the people are out of the building before taking j his departure. If the officer grants him j permission, the thief pays his money, goes i inside, and seats himself in an obscure cor- ner, from whence he watches the perform- J anre with pleasure. He always keeps his! promise faithfully, for he knows that if any '; one of the audience is robbed, the Detect- i ives will be sure to arrest him immediately. An "ounce of prevention is worth a pound of enre," so it often happens that the ap pearance of a Detective in a crowd does more to prevent crime than all the heavy penalties ever inflicted by Judge Russel. The liiiht-fingered gentry always keep well advised of alt public gatherings and ; their first inquiry is what "coppers" (po- j licemen) will be there i Being satisfied on j thi point, they know whether or not it is J worth while to attend, and act accordingly. I Nearly all of them dress well and some of them being of agreeable manners and cheer fnl conversation, it is not difficult for them to form the acquaintance of a stranger, and eiiaage his attention, while a confederate picks his pockets. Many of the second or third rate pickpockets make it almost their exclusive business to keep the track of the city cars and stages. While passengers are hurriedly getting in and cut, it requires but little dexterity to relieve them of some val uable article. A car crowded full of mixed people, where it is almost impossible to stir one way or another, affords them a most favorable opportunity for orowdina and hauling, and robbing their selected victim. Thb Number or Languages The least learned are aware that there are many lan guages in the world, but the actual number is probably beyond the dreams of ordinary people. The geographer, Babi, enumera ted eight hundred and sixty, which are en tilled to be considered as distinct languages, and five thonsand which may be regarded as diafects. Adelung, another modern writer on this subject, reckons up three thousand and sixty four languages and dialects exist ing, and which have existed. Even after we have allowed either of these as the number of languages, we must acknowl edge the existence of almost infinite minor diversities ; for almost every province has a tongue more or less peculiar, and this we may well believe to be the case throughout world at large, tt is said that there are lit tle islands, lying close together in the South Sea, the inhabitants of which do not know each other. Of the eight hundred and sixty distinct languages enumerated by Babi, fifty-tbree belong to Europe, one hundred and fourteen lo Africa, and one hundred and seventeen to America, one hundred seventeen to Occanica, by which term he distinguishes the vatt number of islands stretching between Hindostan and South America. ; . . - A rriLOw was doubling whether or not he should volunteer ? to fight. One of the flags, waving before his eyes, bearing the inscription, "Victory or Death," somewhat troubled and discouraged him. "Yictory is jt very good thing," said, hej "bat why pat it Victory or Death 5 Just put it Victory ox Crippled, and 111 go that I" ' Lost a brindle pap belonging V Patrick Lore Conquers all Things. Long story, but must make it short. No room for love while politics rule. Got the particulars from individual who had it all by heart. Young man of the name of William. Young lady of the name of Belinda. lived in same neighborhood, near a neighboring town. Young man good looking, but not rich plenty of poor kin, but no money. Yonng lady's beauty not likely to be the death of her ; but grandma went under year ago. and left her pile of ten cent pieces large as a pound of wool. Young lady des perately in love with young man, and young man desperately in love with young lady. Young man wouldn't let conceal ment, ''like none of your demmed worms," feed on his cheek ; told his love 'emijitly.' Young lady acknowledged the corn 'thine, forever thine, dearest William 1' and wilted into young man's arms sweet as you please. "He held her gentle hand in his, And pressed her slender form, And vowed to shield her from the blast, And from the world's cold storm. And then phe raised her eyes to his, And filled with drops of woe, And in the tenderest accents cried, Oh, quit don't hug me so I' " Such is life and love. Young lady told young man to interrogate old folks. Young man did. Old folks said, "not if thej could help it.' Young lady broken-hearted quit combing her hair took off hoops wore shoes slipshod, and wanted to "find relief in the silent tomb." Young man met young lady by moonlight alone, wanted to throw bundle of clothes out back window, climb down rope ladder "in'.o these arms," and fly to the squire and happiness. ''I may die I know I shall die, William but nev er, never, will wed thee, dearest one, with out consent of Ma and Pa." Young man pleads like angel trnmpet-tonged. Young lady stubborn and dutiful. Young man tries the indignant upbraids young lady swears. He did not think to find so cold A heart he deemed so trne. A heart like Ait would yieh If love like his should woe and talks of pistols and prnic acid Yonnj lady dissolves in tars. "O ! William, leave me, quit my sight forever, but take me along with you !" Young man happy as nigger at corn shncking, and tells young lady to look ont Saturday night and don't be scared if she sees ladder roked in back window "your William will be at 'tolher end." Young lady thinks she's gone to far, and says better wait till she's her own 'mistress' only five years. Younj; man says "five years be denied." Was coming Saturday night with ladder if his heart's idol would fly from parental tyranny, and happy with him and let him be happy with her, well and good ; if not, disappointment shouldn't feed on his vitals long a pistol would fix things qnick enongh. Yonng lady all tears again. " Cruel, cruel man earry me to the ends of the yearth ; I don't care where, just so as yon carry me." Satnrday night young lady shut np "sav agerous dog" in smokehouse, and goes up stairs. Young man carries ladder two miles ; puts ladder up to window and whis pers "Belindy !" very loud. Belindy dosen't hear; but dog does, and cuts np among meat barrels terribly. Old lady wakes up. Tells old man "somebody's trying to break in." Old man gets np. takes down double barrel gun, opens door easy, slips around smokehouse and lets dog ont. Dog pitches around, and trees young man and young lady up ladder. Old man smells large rat trap lull of mice, and dodges behind tree Young people reach the ground, yonng la day having drove dog off. "Oh !" William, I am afraid." "Afraid, dearest ! and of what? Is not thine own William hereto protect ." Old man lets off one barrel off gun ; young man disappears over fence, leaving coat tail in possession of dog, and young lady screams and faints in old man's arms. Young lady sent off next day to Kentucky, and young man soon starts for Texas in a horn. Yonng lady been two weeks at small town in Kentucky telegraphic dispatch one night Pa quite sick, see if company can be had at hotel, and come home at once. Young lady sends to hotel to know is any body going to , in Tennessee. Yes; genteel young man going right straigkt to that very place. Early next morning stage takes up young lady, and goes round to hotel for young man. Young man gets in. "William !" "Belindy ! hush, don't say a word !" " How is Pa!" "In first-rate health." "That dispatch!" "Had ;it sent myself." "Wretch! where are yoa going to take me !" To the parson's." Happy couple at hotel here last week. Telegraphed old man all about it. Old man comes down next day with all necessary feelings and arrangements to take young lady home a premature widow. But doesn't doit. Young son-in law, gentlemanly and polite loved daughter so well conldn'thelp it. Young lady all tears again, with equal proportion of sobs. "Kill me if you will, my father, but spare William." Old man's feelings go down several pegs. Thinks it no nse to cut op over spilt milk "get your hats arid bonnets ' and let's go home." Youhg couple happy as infants with fingers stuck full of molasses and feathers,fly round after baggage ; old roan pays hotel bill, and all leave town together.. . , . ' r 11 "Didst than bat know the inly touch oftove, Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with The Quaker's Kevenge. Obadiah Lawson and Watt Dood were neighbors ; that is, they lived within halt a mile of each other, and no person lived be tween their respective farms, which would have joined had not a little strip of prairie land extended itself sufficiently to" keep them separated. Dood was the oldest set tler, and from his youth up had entertained a singular hatred against Quakers ; there fore, when he was informed that Lawson, a regular discipje of ihat class of people, had purchased the next farm to his, he declared he would make him glad to move away again. Accordingly, a system of p-tty an noyances was commenced by him, and every lime one of L&wson's hogs chanced to siray upon j Dood's place, he was beset by men and dogs, and most severely abused. Things progressed thus for nearly a year, and the Quaker, a man of decided peace principles, appeared in no way to resent the injuries received at the hands ot his spiteful neighbor. But matters were draw ing to a crises, for Dood, more enraged than ever at the quiet of Obadiah, made oath that he would do something before long to wake up the spunk of Lawson. Chance favored his design. The Quaker had a hih-blooded horse, or filly, accord ing to the western mode of speaking, which he had been very careful in raising, and which was just four years old. Lawson took great pride in this animal, and haU re fused a large sum of money for her. One evening, a little after sundown, as Watt Dood was passing around his corn field, he discovered the filly feeding in the little strip of prairie land that separated the two farms and he conceived the hellish design of throwing offtwo or three rails of his fence, that the horse might get into the corn during the night. He did so, and the next morning, bright and early, he shoul dered his rifle and left the house. Not long after his absence, a hired man whom he had jecently employed heard the echo ot his gun, and in a few minutes Dood, con siderably excited and out of breath, came hurrying to the house, when he stated that he had shot at and wounded a buck that the deer had attacked him, and he hardly escaped with his life. The story was creditec? by all but the newly employed hand, who had taken a dislike to Watt, and, from his manner, sus pected that something was wrong. He therefore, slipped quietly away from the house, and going through the field in the direction of the shot, he suddenly came upon Lawson 's filly, stretched upon the earth, with a bullet hole through the head, from which the warm blood was still ooz ing. The animal was warm, and could not have been killed an hour. He hastened back to the dwelling of Dood, who met him in the yard, and demanded, somewhat roughly, where he had been. "I:ve been to see if your bullet made sure work ot Mr. Lawson's filly," was the instant retort. Watt paled for a moment, but collecting himself, he fiercely shouted : "Do you dare to say I killed her!" "How do you know 6he is dead?" re plied the man. Dood bit his lip, hesitated a moment, and then turnins, walked into the house. A couple of days passed by, and the morning of the third one had broken as the hired man met friend Lawson, riding in search of his filly. No threat of recrimina tion escaped him ; he did not even go to law to recover damages, but calmly awaited his plan and hour of revenge. It came at Iat. Watt Dood had a Durham heifer, for whicn he had paid a heavy price, and upon which he counted to make great gains. One morning just as Obediah was sitting down, his eldest son came in with the in formation that neighbor Dood's heifer had broken down the fence, entered the yard, and after eating most of the cabbages, had trampled the well made beds and the vegetables they contained, out of all shape a mischief impossible to repair " "And what did thee do with her, Jacob?" quickly asked Obediah. "I put her in the farm yard." "Did thee beat her?" "I never struck her a blow." "Right, Jacob, right; sit down to thy breakfast, and when done eating I will attend to the heifer." Shortly after he had finished his repast, Lawson mounted a horse and rode over to Dood's who was sitting under the porch in front of the house and who, as he beheld the Quaker dismount, supposed he was coming to demand pay for his filly, and ecretly swore he would have to go to law for it if he did get pay. "Good morning, neighbor Dood ; how is the family!" exclaimed Obadiah as he mounted the steps and seated himself in a chair. "I have a small affair to settle with thee this morning, and I came rather early." "So I supposed," growled Watt. "This morning my son found thy Derham heifer in my garden, where 6be destroyed a good deal." "And what did yon do with her!" de manded Dood, his brow'darkening. "What would thee have dona with her, had she been my heifer in thy garden?" asked Obadiah. "I'd shot her," retorted Watt, madly, "as I suppose yoa have done ; but we are only heifer's back. She is in my farm yard ; not even a blow has been struck her ; shtt is where thee can get her at any time. I know thee shot my filly, but the evil one prompted thee to do it, and I lay no evil in my heart against my neighbors. I came to ten tnee whero thy neiler is, and I'll go home." Obadiah rose from his chair, and was about to descend from the steps, when he was stopped by Watt, who has-ily asked : "What was your filly worth ?" "A hundred dollars is what I asked for her," replied Obadiah. "Wait a moment;" and Dood rnshed in to the house, from whence he soon re turned, holding some gold in his hand : "Here's the price of your filly; and here after let there be pleasantness between us." Obadiah mounted his hore and rode home with a lighter heart, and from that da' to this, Dood has been as good a neighbor as any one could wish to have being completely reformed by the returning good for evil. Docsticks on Billiards. M. Berger, the celebrated French player, (says the Sunday Mercury,) who is as much the King of the Billiard Table as Paul Morphy is Emperor of the Chess' Board, has lately arrived in this country, and is now in New York, as the guest of Mr. Michael Phelan. His wonderful playing has been the theme of the daily papers for several days, but we think none of the re porters of the dailies are quite equal to the task of describing the miraculous shots of the rotund Frenchman, and we have pre vailed on our friend, Doeticks, to give us his impressions, as follows: "1 need hardly tell you that the game of billiards consists in punching ivory baMs I about on a big table covered with nreen cloth, that looks like half an acre of meadow land, with an india rubber fence around it ; that the balls are punched with long wooden ramrods, with wax on the end to save the wood, and leather put on to save the wax, and chalk put on to keep the leather from wearing out. You take your lamrod and rub some chalk on the little end ; then you lean over the table ; then you squint ; then you lift up your !eg ; then you fiddle a little on your left hand with your ramrod ; then you punch your ball. If your ball runs against the other man's ball, you've done a big thinr, and you poke up a lot of buttons that re strung on a wire. This is all there is of the game of billiards. Anybody can punch billiardi I can, and rnaybe you could. "Well, Berger has come, the great French puncher; and of course I've been to see him punch a few billiards with Phelan. Phelar. is a pretty fair puncher himself, but he can't punch so fast a Berger ; in fact B has to give P. a hundred buttons or so in every game. I've often played with Phe lan myself, but he always beats me: he has a private understanding with the man that pokes the buttons. When Phelan punches the balls, the man pokes buttons ; when I punch the balls, nary button will the man poke. So Phelan goes out ; but my game is a little the bet ; in fact, I've challenged Phelan to play me a thonsand buttons for a lot of money, and I've offered to keep the game myself so as to be sure all is fair. Phelan's conspiracy with the men who poke the buttons is a disgraceful thin::; it discourages young men, and makes them think they can't punch billiards as well as Phelan can. I'm bound to break it up. But Berger has out generaled Phelan. Ber ger has, bought over all of Phelan's button pokers pays 'em more money than Phelan did, and know ihey give Berger all the buttons. "Ha! ha: Big thing on Michael ! "Well, on Friday, Berger was going to do some punching, and there was 1 in the midst. Berger is a big fat man ; the top of his head is as bald as a goose-eg2, and he has got a stomach as big as a three foot celestial globe in fact, he is shaped just like a billiard ball, and might be used for one, if you'd take his boots off and tie his heels to the back of his neck only I don't want him to carom on me ! "He brought all his own tools with him from France a table that isn't so long by a few feet as Phelan generally makes his a lot of balls and ramrods, and everything. Room was full, all anxious to see the Frenchman punch; and the Frenchman punched, and pretty good punching it was. He made the balls hop all over the table, and generally had four in the air at once. Neil Bryant was there, and Neil is a pretty good judse of billiard punching. I did my favorite shot with great success jnmppd my ball off the table, caromed on Neil Bryant, and holed it in a spittoon. "Phelan said it was a big thing, so did Neil. Berger rolled himself round to the corner of the table, chalked his ramrod, and executed a fancy lick. He made his ball run three times round the table, on the edge f the cushion, leap off at a sharp angle, carom on Neil Bryant, come back to the table, take eighteen cushions, and stop ex actly on the centre spot. "Phelan had a try. He did one of the simple shots that I taught him the one when the cue-ball takes twenty-one cush ions, knocks the hats off three Dutchmen in the corner, comes back, and stops inside the string. Berger didn't think much of that; so he took off his coat, rolled np his -Jeeves, and put in a tremendous lick ; the ball hit Phelan on the middle vest-bntton, caromed and took a cushion, caromed on Neil Bry ant, took two cushions, went twice round the block, took a cushion, went out through another window, and came in through the sky-light, took four cushions, and caromed on Neil Bryant, and all in four Winutes, without stopping for breath or sweating a hair. "All hands were occupied for forty rnin ntes in reviving Phelan, who had fainted from envy. "Berger then made his grand shot he put such a tremendous twist on his ball that it took every cushion on every table in the room, caromed on Neil Bryant, dodged out of the window, traveled once or twice np j ...... .Ia.mm D.nnilmnit r. r, I n ( ft m o 1 i r T t dull UUWil 11 Ulll V, (1 Y , llll U PJIMUVIH- gallery, rang the bell nine times in rapid buccession, and came back to the table, previously executing two brilliant caroms on Neil Bryant. "This concluded tho show, as I supposed, but as I got to the corner of Broadway and Uroorne street, 1 caught sight of Neil Bryant rushing round the corner, closely pursued by the two billiard balls, from which I sup pose Berger must have done another fancy shot or '.wo after 1 left. "But Phelan's conspiracy with the billiard-markers all over the country is out rageous. He has every one of them so far under his control, that there isn't a place in the United States where, when I play bil liards with Michael Phelan, the marker doesn't count more for him than for me. "Indignantly yours, Doksticks, P. B." Ilood's Practical Jokes. As fond of practical jokes as even Theo dore Hood himself, Tom Hood was often caught in his own net, but usually gave a q'tid pro qio. His daughter thus chronicles one : ' On another occasion two or three friends came down for a day's shooting, and, as they often did, in the evening rowed out into the middle of the lake in an old punt. They were full of spirits, and had played off one or two practical jokes on their host, till on getting out of the boat, leaving him last, one of them gave it a push, anil out went my father into the water. Fortunately, it was the landing place, and the water was not deep, but he was wet through. It was playing with eded tools to venture on such tricks with him, and he quietly determined to turn the tables. Accordingly he present ly began to complain of cramps and stitches, and at last went in doors. His friends get ling rather ashamed of their rough fur., per suaded him to go to bed, which he imme diately did. His groans and complaints in creased so alarmingly that they were almost at their wit's ends what to do. My mother had received a quiet hint, and was therefore not alarmed, though much amused at the terrified efforts and prescriptions of the re- ; pentent jokers. There was no doctor to be had for miles, and all sorts of queer reme dies were suggested and administered, my father shaking with laughing, while they supposed he had got the ague or fover. One rushed up with a tea-kettle of boiling water hanging on his arm, another tottered under a tin bath, and a third brought the mustard. "My father at length, a well as he could speak, gave out in a sepulchral voice that he was sure he was dying, and detailed some most absurd directions for his will, which they were all too frightened to see the fun of. At last he could stand it no longer, and, after hearing the penitent offenders beg him to forgive them for their unfortunate joke, and beseech him to be lieve in their remore, he burst into a per fect shout of laughing, which they thought at first was delirious frenzy, but which ultimately betrayed the joke." Another of his jokes on his wife, as recorded by herself, in a letter to England, is capital. zne says : "I must now tell you my story about the I Christmas pudding. The Lieutenant was with us on Christmas day, and enjoyed my plum pudding so much that I promised to make one for him. Hood threatened to j play some tricks with it either to pop in I bullets or tenpenny nails ; and I watched i over my work with great vigilance, so that it was put in to boil without any misfor tune. "I went to bed early, telling Gradie to put it, when done, into the drawing room till the morning. Hood was writing, and says, it was put down smoking under his very nose, and the mischipf was irresistible. I had bought a groschen's worth of new white wooden skewers that very morning He cut them a little shorter than the pud ding's diameter, and poked them in across and in all directions, so neatly, that I never perceived any sign of them when I packed and sealed it up next day for De Franck's man to carry over to Ehrenbrerstein. He came to thank me, and praised it highly. I find that while I was out of the room, Hood" asked him if it was not well trussed, and he answered 4 Yes,' so gravely that Hood thought he meditated some joke in retalia tion, and was on his guard. At the ball the trurh came out ; he actually thought it was some new method of making plum pud dings, and gave me credit for the wood work. He had invited two of his brother officers to lunch upon it, and Hood wanted to persuade me that the 'Cardinal' officer had swallowed one of the skewers ! Now, was not this an abominable trick ?" Many a true heart that would have come back like a dove to the aTk, after its first A Wanunt to Cotton brokers. , , A gentleman in Montgomery, Alabama, is responsible for the following, wh ich wilt be appreciated by those who handle our fibrous staple i . j It may not be g-ernetally known, but to understand the following scene the reader must know, that the principal teIegr.apb.io correspondence in the commercial world is j carried on in cypher ; and the belter to pre vent mistakes, the plainest, and, in soma ca-es, the sweetest sounding words in our language are used forthns purpose. A few days ago a dispatch of this sort was receiv ed at the office of one of our larse cotton brokers, after business hours, and sent np home, which it reached before him, and was duly conned over by his wife. New, wtj don't winh to cast any insinuations on female curiosity ; but to a woman a tele gram is certainly an object of interest. Not themselves receiving them every day on, almost trivial subjects as we do, they have an idea it m always a life or death case. Thus thought our cotton broker's young wife : "He has just re.TDd Irom New York ; vemething is the matter." The en velope was torn off and her eye glances over it. Oh I Oh I Oh ! Oh ! scream after scream, until she faints. In rushes her mother: "What on earth is the matter, Charlotte?" "Oh! Oh! OhP The old lady sees the dispatch and attempts to take it. But no with that mystery in woman's nature, which makes her more lovely in grief, she grasps the fatal writing, and hides from all, even her mother, her cause of sorrow. Fainting fit after fit fellow, and smelling salts and vinegar ate in requisi tion. About this stage of the proceeding, in walks Monsieur the Broker, his poor lit tle wife without a wrd of reproach, hand ed him the despatch, which was as follows: "Your darling sick Saint Nicholas , send 1,000 true love only Mary. "New York, September, 60' On reading which he only latlg'ned, and with his book of the cypher explained lo her satisfaction what he meant. The trans lation of it we have not room to give here, as each word is an entire sentence. It's not being signed, and Mary be'rag the last word, does look, a little criminal to a young wife whose husband has just returned from. New York. We have no doabt his dis patches hereafter will remain inviolable. The explanation might have satisfied Charlotte, but for ourselves, we are a little dubious. It is, to say the least cf it, rather a singular kind of cypher. Ihe Blessings of a Rural Life. Cultivate a love for the ceuntry ; the se rene joys which a rural life can afford are far preferable to the noisy, and alas, too otten vicious gratifications which we seek amid the whirl of a city life. The city as it were ties the soul's affections to the earth- the works and ways of the world in it too often hide from our vie the fair face of nature, and lead us to forget the glorious God who made u, aud to whom we are in debted for life and health and all things. Vapid, empty and artificial are tho joys of a city life when compared with the sacred delights which a rural residence can give to a mind rightly constituted. Solitary com munion with Nature is one of the holiest delights which the world can" bestow a delight which is sure to benefit the world which enjoys it. Purity is enstamped on Nature's form ; and communion with her is sure to fill the oul with all that is pure, and lovely and of good report In every season of the year a residence id the country has a beneficial effect upon the human soul Ir: Spring, when the trees again put on their singing robes, and mur mur ionh the praises of Him who made them. Spring has a tendency to give buoy ancr to the spirits that heart is callous J which does not awake and sing when all things around are beaming with a hope and promise. In Summer the blushing flowers are ssoti amid rural retreats, and seem, melhinks, like stolen glories from Paradise; then the singing birds trill forth melodies, the purest and sweetest ever heard on earth, and vhich ma7 well raise the thoughts away from this vanishing world of ours to tha glory land beyond. In Autumn, the country teaches os wis dom lessons; the whispers that are heard when the leaves are falling, seem, me thinks, sweet echoes from the angel world, telling that we, too. must soon lade and vanish like the leaves of the forest, and be found no more on earth at all. In Winter, we are led to revere the wis dom and power ot Him whodoeth all things well who hath hid the flowers beneath a snowy mantle to enhance our joy on again beholding them ; and who sends the storms to purity the a'mosphere, and the rain to cause the earth to bring forth its fruit ia season. To the thoughtful mind, reflections such as the-e are suggested by a rural lite, which should not be decried as listless aid un pleasant. Communion with Nature caa give more real joy than man ever found ia the pursuit of the pleasures of a city life. Swimming is a passion with the ladies of Paris and a sensible one, too. Tae P:I eiaa belles are ail diviug belles. Considcr, ohl man, the shortness of thy" life, and "never let the son go down npoa thy wrath." '