VOLUME 2.
Tom Patsoii's Revenge.
Far and near, blazing with long
tongues of flames, or twinkling like stars
on hill and plain, were the camp fires of
Kilpatrick's cavalry division.
It was about 8 o'clock in the evening,
JIS Tom Patson sat near one of the camp
fires o? his company. Tom was third
sergeant ot company I,— regiment of
cavalry. The loud laugh
of his comrades resounded on all sides of
him; but Tom sat with his chin resting
OB his hands, as silent as the grave. His
hair fell in black curling masses over his
head and brow, and the lower part of his
face was covered with a heavy black
beard. He wore an old battered drab
felt hat. and the collar of a red flannel
H hirt was turned out over his jacket.
Long boots, splashed with mud, reached
up to his thigh.
Tom's fits of abstraction were of so
common occurrence that they were scarce
ly ever noticed by his companions. At
times he would be the gayest of the gay,
and then in the midst of his hilarity, a
cloud would come over bis spirits, and
he would not utter a word, except when
answering a question for hours together.
Kvcry one liked him for lie was generous
to a fault, and would share his last crack
er with a comrade. Kind though he was
to his friends, still be never was known
to show quarter to a rebel—lie turned a
deaf ear to all appeals for mercy.
"Tom's got the blues again," said one
of those near him as he noticed his po
sition near the fire.
"He'll be lively enough when we at
tack the Johnnies iu the inorning," said
anotner.
"What makes him so down-hearted ?"
asked a new recruit. " lie was as full
of fun as he could be for a couple of
hours this afternoon; and then all on a
sudden he became as speechless as a stat
ue."
"Very few of the boys know the real
reason of Tom's conduct." said the man
who had first spoken, and who was known
as Jack Dwight; "so I'll toll you. Tom
is a native of New \ ork State; but for
a couple of years before the war broke
out he was acting as a foreman of a large
manufactory in Richmond, \ irginia.
where I was also employed. While in
this position, Tom became acquainted
with a young girl lianicd Kate Chester. —
"She was of the same station as f iom. and
he fell in love with her. For some
months everything was as well and Tom
fancied his love was returned. Paul Ar
den, the son of a rich planter, now be
en me acquainted with the girl, and she,
dazzled by his wealth, treated Tom with
coolness. I think she really liked Pat
son. and she would have recovered from
her fancy fir Arden. ut her parents
forced his suit and forbade Tom s visits.
I never liked the young planter, and as
•you may readily suppose, my dislike was
shared by Tom. Arden was too smooth
and polished to suit my taste. He had
the reputation of being a rove; but
Kate's parents were so blinded by his
riches that they could not see his faults
"Kate Chester and Paul Arden were
married, and Tom Patson was almost
hcart-brokeu. Almost six months after
the marriage we heard that Paul Arden
had deserted his wife. The marriage
was a sham. The minister was a tool of
Arden. The disgrace was too much for
Kate to bear, and she died saying, with
her last breath, that Torn Patson was
the only one she had ever truly loved.
"When Tom first heard of her death.
« he went almost crazy. He would have
killed Arden like a dog if he could have
found him, but the villain, fearing the
consequeuces of his crime, had sailed for
Europe.
" Killed with hatred of the South and
its people. Tom gave up his situation and
returned to New York, and I accompani
ed him.
" A fow months after our return the
war broke out, and Toui enlisted in one
of the three months regiments. lie was
badly wounded at the first battle of Hull
Run, an J was in the hospital for nearly si
year. When he had fully reeovrred he
and myself joined this regiment, and as
you know he has risen to be third ser
geant. Arden is now an officer of caval
ry in the rebel aruiy, for Tom ajid myself
saw him one day in one of our camps
when he was thebearerof a flagof truce.
I had considerable trouble in restraining
Tom from executing summary vengeance
on the villain at that tiuio. And if ever
they meet in battle, God help Paul Ar
den ! Whenever we are on the eve of
battle Tom is always gloomy, for he is
thinking of Kate, and the hope of meet
in" Paul Arden in the morrow's strife is
uppermost in his mind."
" They say he never shows quarter,"
said the recruit.
"Quarter? I heard one rebel cry for
AMERICAN CITIZEN:
quarter, and Tom clove hiin from the
crown to the chin at a single blow."
One by one the soldiers rolled them
selves in their blankets and laid down to
rest. Pwight watched Tom for some
time after the others were asleep, and then
stepped up to him and layiDg his hand on
his shoulder said,
" Come, Tom, rouse yourself. It's
time to turn in. You will need all your
strength to-morrow."
'• It would be useless for me to try to
sleep to-night. I shall remain where I
am. I feel certain that I shall meet
Arden to-morrow, and Jack, I feel a pre
sentiment that I shall not live to s<je to
morrow night."
"Pshaw! man. You should not give
way to such idle fancies. I should like
to meet Arden very well myself, for I
hate him almost as much as you do,"
said Pwight, taking bis friend's hand :
" but as to your being dead to-morrow
night, it's all nonsense. You have escap
ed unscratched from so tunny fights late
ly that 1 begin to think you are invul
nerable."
" I feel sure that I shall never see to.
morrow's sun set," said Torn gloomily.
"You II make mens blue as you are
yourself if I listen to you much longer.
Come, lay down and sleep a little. No?"
as Tom shook his head. "Well, I won't
ask you again. So here goes," and Jack
Dwight, enveloping himself in his blan
ket, laid down near the fire, and was soon
wrapped in slumber.
Hours rolled on, and still Tom Patsou
occupied his old position, his chin rest
ing on his bands as he gazed fixedly into
the fire.
0 Daylight was just streaking the sky
when the notes of the bugle sounding the
reveille was borne on the cool morning
air. Tom instantly sprang to his feet,
and aroused the sleepers near him. In a
few moments all were up and busily pre
paring for the march. Hat ions arc hur
riedly distributed. Tents are struck aiul
packed, and soon the whole column is iff
motion. Far as the eye can reach in front
and rear along the road nothing can be
sen but the moving horsemen, and here
and there a battery of artillery with its
dark engines of destruction.
"Hark! There they go," said Tom to
Dwight. who was riding by his side, ns
the deep boom of cannon was heard far
ill advance.
"Close up, lucn. Keep steady."
Oil moved the horsemen, and now the
loud report succeeded each other in quick
succession, and the column pressed quick
ly forward.
Cheer after cheer arises from the ranks
as their gallant commander Kilpatrick,
dashes by with his staff, cnveloycd in a
cloud of dust.
On goes the column, the eyes of the
men flashed with excitement as they
think of doing battle for their country's
safety. The reports of the cannon grew
louder and now the rattle of carbines can
be heard indistinctly.
Formed in line of hattle, the brigade
to which Tom I'atson's regiment is at
tached, is stationed as a reserve in a hol
low between two hills, which screen it
from the view of the enemy. Here they
remained for a while, chafing like the
hounds in the leash, for the sound of
the deadly conflict comes nearerand near
er every moment, and they know thatour
men are being driven slowly backwards.
Their lips were compressed tightly.and
their eyes gleam like coals of tiro. Sa. re
in hand, they sit upon their horses, grasp
ing their bridle reins with bauds that
fairly tremble with excitement Now
the shells commenced bursting over tind
around them. I.ow sounds arise from
the ranks.
" Will they never let us fight?" is
murmured on all sides.
A staff officer, bleeding from a wound
in liis face, mounted on a horse whose
sides are covered with foam, streaked
with blood, gallops up to the brigade
commander,
"Colonel B he says, ■ theenemy
have partially turned our flank. A large
body of cavalcy arc advancing iu this di
rection. You must repulse them or we
will b* beaten."
"I shall do my best, sir," was Colonel
]} 's reply. " Forward!"
The brigade soon reaches the topof the
bill in froutof them, and there it pauses
for a moment to reform its liues. About
a half a mile from the hill could be seen
a large body of rebel cavalry coming for
ward withallspeed.
" There will be hot work to-day, Jack,"
said Tom Patnon to his friend. There
was no gloom on his countenance now.—
His face was lighted up by the fierce joy
of battle, and his eyes flashed like dia
moods.
Dwigdt was prevented from making any
reply by the harsh comujauds
"Let us have Faith.that Right makes Might; and in that Faith let us, to the end,dare to do our duty as we understand if*--*-
BUTLER, BUTLER COUNTY, PA., WEDNESDAY, MARCH 1. 18(i5.
"Forward! Trot! Gallop! Charge!"
With a yell that almost rends the hea
vens, the brigade dashes madly onward.
A heavy rail fence bars the way; but is
borne down by that fierce rush, as though
'twere made of reeds.
Cursing, cheering,and yelling like fiends
incarnate, on flies the brigade. The very
horses seem to catch the wild inspiration
of the moment, and dash onward with the
speed of the wind. The rebels halt and
open fire with their carbines, and mnny a
rider drop 3 from his saddle ; but it was as
easy to stay the wind as make these des
perate horsemen pause.
•' With eve.* full Of fury » onw.rd tber g<\
Aml the} spurn uinlcf foot alike fi iena an«l 100.
The rebels stand for a moment, and
then stricken with tear they turn to fly.
They are too late. The brigade is upon
them like a whirlwind. Horses and ri
ders are borne down in that headl uig
rush. The air resounds with the clash ol
steel, the sharp crack of pistols, flic moans
of the wounded, and the screams for
mercy.
Tom Patson, Jack Dwight, and their
captain, are fighting side by side with su
perhuman energy. Tom s hatisgon', his
breast is bare ; his face is begrimed with
dust and smoke, and half covered with a
mask of blood flowing from a wound in
bis scalp. Yelling like a wild beast be
strikes to the right and left, felling a rebel
at every blow.
"Tom, there's Arden!" cried Jack
Dwight.
'• Where ?"
" There," pointing to an officer who was
flying from the field.
The next moment poor
was numbered with the dead. A bullet
struck him in the center of the forehead
and passed through his brain.
Never heeding his friends fall, Tom
Patson drove bis spurs into his horses
sides and dashed forward in pursuit of
his enemy. On they go, over fences,
walls, and ditches, one only thinking of
fcscape, the other intent upon revenge.—
fires shot after shot at the flying man,
but without effect; the rapid motun of
his horse renders his aim unsteady. On
they go, mile after mile, the sounds of the
battle growing indistinct in the distance.
Torn commences to gain on the fugitive,
and as he docs so bis heart bounds with
exultation. Arden's horse commences to
show signs of fatigue, but Tom's horse
being nearly thoroughbred, Is compara
tively fresh.
"Ha, Nero!" said Tom to his good
steed " I tho't when I struck down your
rebel owner, that you would one day stand
me in good stead."
Arden urges on his horse with spur ami
by blows of his sabre, but no avail. Tom
gains on him at every stride. Now Ar
den heads his horse fir a wall, and with
a heavy blow urges him to take the leap.
Tho faithful brute straius every muscle to
accomplish bis master's will; but he
strives in. vain—his fore feet strike the top,
ol' the wall, and ho fa Is headlong in the
field beyond.
Before Arden Could release himself
from his fallen animal, Tom Patson clear
ed the wall at a bound. Dismounting, lie
strode up to Arden, who stood at bay,
! sword in hand.
" Paul Arden, do you know tne?" said
Tom.
" I know you for an infernal Yankee !"
was Anion's reply.
"Do you recollect Kate Chester?"—
Ah! 1 see you do!" said he, as Arden
turned ghastly white. "I am Tom Pat
son, and you shall never quit this field
alive!"
In another moment their blades cross
ed, and it was instantly apparent that Ar
den was no match for his adversary
His sword was soon bcatenfrom
and he was borne to the ground by Tom.
" For God's sake, spare mecried the
prostiate man. as he looked appealingly
up in the face of his enemy.
There was no mercy in the counte
nance that met his gaze—nothing but
deadly hatred.
" Ask mamy of your God!" cried Tom.
j»s lie plunged his sword through Ardcn's
throat.
A low gasp, a few violent contortions
of his body, and Paul Ardeu had passed
from earth.
Torn remounted his horse, and soon
reached the road, and then sot out at a
quick gallop to rejoin his frieuds. He had
not proceeded far when ho saw live or six
horscmeu coming furiously toward him.
A glance at their uniformsconvineed hiui
they were rebels flying from the battle
field.
"It is useless for me to attempt to es
cape ftptu them," he said to himself; "and
besides, now that Paul Arden is dead,
there is nothing to make me care for life.
So here goes to cut my way through or
die iu the attempt!" and he spurred his
horse to meet bis foe*.
At sight of his blue uniform the rebels
gave a yell of rage, and came on with re
doubled speed. Nothing daunted by thin
Tom, sword iu hand, dashed forward to
meet them. Down go the two foremost
by the shock of his furious onset, and a
third is felled by a blow of his sabre. A
bullet strikes him fair in the chest. He
reels in his saddle, then strives to recover
himself, lie is too late. A sabre de
scends upon his unprotected head, cleav
ing through the skull as though it were
but paper, and Tom Pa son murmuring,,
'■ Kate, I goto meet you," falls from his
horse, dead.
Pjierml Dlnpatcli to Pittsburgh Commercial.
From Late Rebel Papers,
WASHINGTON. Feb. 20.
The Richmond Examiner says : The
loss of life by the explosion of the flagof
truce boat, on the James river was two
negro fireman, and two soldiers killed,and
several wounded.
The Sentinel in an editorial says : "Con
gross is behidd the People. Such we as
sure our honorable legislators is the bur
den of the letters which we receive.—
One of these that now chanced to lie be
fore us from a prominent gentlemen, says:
that our people are a long way ahead
of our legislators, and are prepared and
anxious to help the Government, if Con
gress would only pass the requisit laws.
There seems to lie some strange and
unhappy demoralization connected with
an elective position, men otherwi o bold
become weak; they listen to the winds.
They are nervous about offending some
one and losinghis vote, especially if elec
tion day is coming on, lience at a time
when the people desire a bold lead and a
prompt energy, we have hesitation and in
decision aud misgivings and fears. We
run MO risk iu saying that the statesmen
who are boldest are now dearest to the
people. We doubt not they will say so
at the polls. We doubt i.ot and fervent
ly pray that many a timid legislator will
meet the political death be fears. We
ask the people and the army to take a note
of all such and not forget orpnrdon them.
IJut it would be much better even for
themselves if all such would forget them
selves and strike for their country in this
hour of exigency. They should lead the
people, not wait for them. At least, they
should not lag behind them.
" The people want General Lee gener
ously supplied. They want him to have
the organizing of his forces, they want
(he exemption list diminished. They
want full liberty given to tlie Government
to use the'sUves in any way the military
authorities may desire; they want the
treasury sustained by adequate taxation;
they wantbad men deprived ol the shel
ter of the habeas corpus. If our legisla
tors would adopt those inc isures prompt
ly, in plain, simple, broad terms, and
would grant to the executive authorities
powers broad enough forall possible emer
gencies, they would rceaivo the thanks
and honors of the people, and, what is
better, would deserve them. Wo want
Oiyi'f.' Sigor ■ Vigor everywhere."
The Ecumincr says: "President Da
vis received yesterday an official dispatch
fro nj Gen. Beauregard, lis contents were
not given to the public, but the report was
in geneial circulation yesterday, and wc
may add that it was not contradicted or
doubled in official circles, that Columbia
had been evacuated by our forces and the
stores there removed to Charlotte, N. 0.
At the telegraph office in this city there
were no messages taken yesterday for Col
umbia. it being stated that there wore no
orders of government to that effect. The
movements of our lorces since theevocu
ation of Columbia are not certainly known.
They arc all under the command of Gen.
Beauregard, it being a mistake that there
is any confliutingcommand in the Charles
ton district. Gen. Beauregard commands
all between Cape Fear river and the Mis
sissippi."
Tee S'-nliitfl, in a loug editorial oil mil
itary situation, winds up as follows :
♦' If ouraffuirsshould come to the worst;
if we should not be able to maintain large
regular armies in the field, wo would, by
guerrilla warfare, make the south too hot
to hold Yankee intruding landlords.—
They would be ambushed, and
shot down by nightand by day like beasts
of prey. Few who wjuld find themselves
their wives and their little oues driven
Irotu their homes, would hesitate, if nec
essary, to waylay the intruding Yankee
robber. No armies from the north could
put down such u warfare as this, if we
fight but half as well as most other na
tions similarly situated have fought.
" Already this mode of warfare has
been inaugurated in Kentucky, Missouri,
Tennessee and both sides of the Missis
pi. Indeed we have guerrillas every
where doing most effective service. Like
" Roderick," thuae wuu coucealing them
solves to-day in faetneHwon and sea rut pla-
ees, and to-morrow at the winding of their
chieftain's horn or other agreed signal,
collecting together and burst unexpected
ly upon the enemy with the force and
rapidity of the thunderbolt. The caval
ry of the Blue Ridge are as terrible as the
elansmen of Roderick Pliu, and let not
ciaven subuiissionists suppose they would
be exempted from the horrors of this new
mode of warfare, being more obnoxious
than Yankees they would be its first vict
ims. Let them recollect the treatment of
captured tories in the revolution of 1776.
and take timely warning from their fate.
Did not a blind madness drive the Yauk
ees on, they would recoil with a just 'er
ror from that result which we have but
faintly sketched, but to attain which they
are str ving with a frantic eagerness, asil
it were thoir highest good. Nothing re
mains for us but—taking 112 ir our watch
word. lie vet surrender —to prosecute the
war in whatever form we may, anil with
all the energy we can command, until we
drive out our foes from the fair laud wliicb
tjod has given us.
lii the Mind.
An old man was shaving himself one
day I ef'ore the fire, but suddenly exclaim
ed in a great rage to the maid-servant, —
" 1 can't shave without a glass! why is
it not he>e?"
"Oh!" said the girl, "I have not
placed it "there for many weeks, as you
seemed to get along quite as well without
it."
The crusty (Jd bachelor (of course he
was au old bachelor, or he would not have
been so crotchety and crusty) bad for tli'-
first time observed that there was uoglass
there, and his inability to shave without
one was ''in the miud" only, it was iinag
inary.
A Dutch farmer, who measured a yard
through, was one day working in thchiti'
vest-field, with his little son, and was bit
ten by a snake. He was horror-struck.
When lie recovered himself a little lie
snatched up his outer clothing and made
tracks for home, at the same time bu-y
ing himself in putting on his vest; but
it wouldn't goon. He looked at his arm
and it seemed to be double its natural
size; but tugging at it with greater des
peration, he finally got both arms in.
Hut his blood fairly froze in bis veins
when he discovered it wouldn't meet by
about a foot. I!y this time he had reach
ed his house, ''iid throwing himself on the
bed, exclaimed in agony of terror, —
"O mine frow! I'm snake bite '. I'm
killed! Oniine Cot!"
But his little bit.of a wife, standing a
; kimbo iu the middle of the floor, burst
out into a fit of laughter so uncontrolla
ble that she was likely to suffocate, and
thus beat her husband iu dying. The
poor man.in bis alarm, had cndcavorc
to put on his little boy's vest, and was not
swollen at all, except in the mind.
Many a mother feels fretted and jaded
and worn out with the caresof housekeep
ing, and is almost sick. Rut at the mo
ment, a welcome visitor comes in full of
life and cordiality and cheeriuess, in less
than five minutes that mother is a differ
ent woman; the sky has cleared; the
face is lighted up with smiles; and she
feels as well as she ewr did in her life.
Her discouragement, her almost sickness
was not "in the mind," it was a reality,
but the excitement of conversation drove
out the wearying blood which was opprcs
sing the heart, and made it fairly tingle
to the finger-points.
BATHING IN THE DEAD SKA —From a
work recently published in England, the
annexed extract on the buoyancy of the
waters and the appearance of the Dead
Sea taken :
"Though in breadth not exceeding 10
miles, the Dead Sea seems boundless to
the oye when looking from north tosouth,
and the murmur of waves, as the break
on its flint strewn shore, together with the
lines of drift-wood and' fragments of bitu
men on the beach, give to its waters a re
semblance to the ocean. Curious to ex
periencc the sensations of swimming in
so strange a sea. I put to the tert the ae
counts of the extreme buoyancy felt in it,
and I was quickly convinced there was no
exaggerations in whit I had heard. 1
found the water aiuiost tepid, and so
at oug that the clue! difficulty w«s to keep
sufficiently submerge a, the tout startiug
up in the air at every vigorous stroke. —
Wheu floating, hall (he body rose above
the surface, aud, wnha pillow, one might
have slept upon the water. After a time,
the strangeness ot the seusatiou in some
measure disappeared, aud ou approach
ing the shore, I eaielessly dropped my
feet to walk out —when lo! as if a blad
der had been attached to each heel they
flew upwards; the struggle to recover my
self sent my head down, the vilely litter
and briny water, from which 1 had hith
erto guarded my head, now rushfid into
my mouth, eyes, ears and noee, and for
one horrible moment the only doubt Iliad
was whether I was to be drowned or poi
soned. Coming to the surface, however:
I swam to land, making no further at
tempt to walk in dead water, which I am
inclined to believe, is almost impossible."
Great and Good.
It is a notable fact in. criminal statis
tics that no fat inan was ever convicted of
the crime of murder. Stout people are
not revengeful; nor, as a rule, are they
agitated by gusts of passion. Few mur
derers weigh more than ten stone. There
are, however, exceptions, which justify
us in assuming eleven as the utmost limit
of the sliding scale, but beyond that there
i-> no impulse toward homicide. Seldom
has such a phenomenon us a fat bouse
breaker been paraded at a criui uil bar.
it is your lean, wiry fellow who works
with the skeleton keys, forces himself
through closet windows which seemingly
would scarcely suffice for the entrance of
the necessary cat. steals with noiseless
step along the lobby and up stairs, glides
into the chamber sacred fir mine than
half a century to the chaste repose of
the gi'iitle Tabitha, and with a husky
voice, ami the exhibition of an enormous
carving knife, commands silence on pain
(if instant death and delivery of her cash
and jewels. It is your attenuated thief
who insinuates himself under beds, skulks
behind counters, dives into tills, or makes
prey of articles of commerce arrayed at
the shop doors for the temptation of
: credulous passengers. A corpulent burg
lar is ns much out of place, ami as little
to be feared, as was Falstaff at (iadshill.
and what policeman ever yet gave clmsc
to a depredator as bulky as a builtck.
Corpulence, wo maintain, is the outward
sign not only of a good constitution, but
of inward virtue and rectitude.— lilmk
woud.
RIGHTS (IF .MAN. — Absurd prejudice*
have perverted human reason, and even
stifled thai instinctwh.eh teacheaaniiual*
tu resist oppression and tyranny. Multi
tudes of the human race leally believe
t lionise Ives to he the property of a small
number of men who oppress them. Such
is the fatal progress of thftt original er
ror, which imposture has either produced
or kept up in the miud of man. May
true knowledge revive those rights of rea
sonable beings, which, to be recovered,
need only tu bo I'clt! Sages of the earth,
philosophers of every nation, it is yours
alone to make laws by pointing out these
rights to your fellow-citizens. Take the
glorious resolution to instruct your fellow
creatures, and be assured that if truth is
longer iu diffusing and establishing itself
than error, yet its empire more solid and
lasting. Error passes away; but truth
remains. Mankind, allured by the ex
pectation of happiness, the road to which
you will show them, will listen to you
with attention. Exuite a sense of shame
in the breasts of those numerous hireling
slave*, who are always ready at the com
mand of their masters, to destroy their
fellow-citizens. Rouse all the powers of
human nature to oppose this subversion
of social Irws. Teach mankind that lili
erty is tho institution of God; authority
that of man. Expose those mysterious
arts which bold the world in chains and
daikin ss; let the people bescusible how
far theircredulity lias been imposed upon;
let them re.'sauuio with oue accord the
use of their faculties, and vindicate the
honor of tho human race.— Abbe Hay
ii at.
Some Critic.
Artimus K. Ward, the "wax-work"
-man, is out with another letter. Ilear
him :
'•I am travelin with a tent, which
is better nor hirin halls. My show
consist of scries of wHx-wovks, apan
eramy called the grand Movin liiar
ea of the War in the Cry .near, comic
songs, and the CatigaroO, which lit
tle cuss continues to conduct him
self in the most outragious stile. J
started with the idea of making my
show a grate Mo a Entertainment,
but i'm compelled to sware so much
at that air infernal Cangaroo, thai
i'm afraid this desinc will be flustra
ted to sum extent. And w'ile speak
ing of morality, remi ds that sum
folks turn up their noses at shows
like mine, saying they is low and not
lit to be pat ouized by p ople ot high
degree. Sur<i i maintain that this is
uufurnal nousi-nsc. I maintain thai
wax figures is more olevatin than ah
the plays over wroten. T'like Shak
gperr for instance. People think he's
great things, but 1 contend he is
<£uite the r«. verso to the contrary,-
W'hot sort of sense is thar to King
Leer, who goes round cussin his da* - -
tera, chiwin hay, ami throwin straws
at folks, aud larlin like a lily old
koot. and making a ass of hii»s>elt
gincrally 112
" Thare's Mrs. Macbeth-—she is
[a nice ktuk of woman to have, ain't
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B ' l °— a puttin old Map, her husband
up to slaying Duncan with a chees
knife, while he is payin friendly vis
it to their house. O, its highly mo
rality I spoze, when she larfs wildly
and sez, ' gin ine the daggars—i'le
let his bowels out," or words to that
efteck i say this is all strictly prop
el i spoio t I hat Jack Falstuf is
likewise a immoal old cuss, take him
how ye may ; and llamlit is us crazy
us a loon. Thare's Richard Thurd
—people think be is grate things,
but i look upon him in the light of »
monster. He kills everybody he
takes a noshim to in cold blood, and
then go sto sleep in his tent. Biin
eby he wakes up and yells for a boss,
so lie can go orf and 'kill sum more
puople. Ir be is not & fit specimen
for the "alios, then i shoul 1 like to
know ware you find um. Thare's
lergo who is more onery nor pizurn.
See how shameful he treated that
highly respectorble injun gentlemen,
Mr. Oih licr, makin him for to be-
I eve his wife was tew thick with
CVTO. Obsarve how lergo got
Cashed drunk as a hi led owl on corn
wlrsky in order to carry out bis
sneakin dcsities. See how he works
Mister Otli< llers feelings up so that
he g.«ze and makes poor Desdemony
sw aller a piller, which causeg her
death- Cut i 'r.ust stop. At some
future time i shall continue my re
ma iks on the drummer, in which i
shall show the vast superiority of wax
ligg I'M, snaix. and the iixius in an in
tellectual pint of view.
Tiie I.NFi.tt.NCB tin-. Kin.—Lich
caste in says the African hunters avail
themselves of tlic circumstance that the
lion Tloes lint attempt to spring upon his
prey till lie h is measured thegroumi, and
has reucbud the distance of ten or iwclve
I a es. when ho lies crouching on the
gruund. gathering himself for the effort,
I he hunters, he siys, make a rule never
to Hie upon Ihe lion till he lies down a
short distance, so that they can aim di
rectly at his head with (he most perfect
certainty If one meets a lion, hi* only
safety is to stand .still, though the ani-
Mini crouches to make his leap ; that spring
w.li not he hazarded it' Ihe man remains
motifmloss, anlf looks him steadily in the
eyes. 'I he animal hesitates, rises slowly,
retreats some steps, looking earnestly,
about him—lies down—again retreats,till
getting by deg roes quite out of magieoir
elrt of man's influence, he takos flight iu
the utmost haste.
isr A man, noted for his calm
ness and a scolding wife, was ono
night stopped in the woods hy a pre
tended ghost. "I can't stop my
friend,' said he. '*l 112 you are a man
T uiust request you to get out of tho
way, and let mo pass. If you are
tho devil, come along and take sup
per, for I married your sister."
A person enquired at one of
the railroad stations, what time tho
7.4.j train would start, and was told
"at a quarter to eight." " JSlcss mo
he exclaimed " yon are always chan
ging the time on this line."
" I wish, said the son of Erin
"I could find the place where men
don't die, that I might go and ernl
my days there."
Wby am I like borrowo.l money ?
Because I am a-lone, (loan).
Why is it probable that the chain
of slavery will soon be terminated in
America? Been two we have got our
l:i-t link on, (Lincoln),
Why did the rebels surrender
Fort Fisher ? 15 cause they took too
much l'ortcr, anil were Ttrry-fied
I low were they overcome '! ]]y good
Amca and much Cvrtity.
Why are the the rebels like vicious
schoolboy#? Because they dislike to
be watched by monitors.
Why is General Sherman the most
ga'lant of men ? Be cause he rushed
through the count y to Save-Anna.
What is General Terry's particu
lar forte? Fisher,
\\ hat ails Jefi ? His foote troub
les him.
O<P" Why is nn unwelcome visitor l'ko
i sh.ule tree? Because we aro glad when
lie leavew.
•—Columbia, South Carolina, just
aptund bp sherman, was feunded in
1787, is regularly laid out with
treets crossing each other at right
angles and one hundred 'fleet wide.
It has a "State House, court honse,
jail, two bunks, five academies, seven
churches, a Stito irse a I and a luna
tic asylum. The houses are njfctly
of wood, but a considerable number of
bricks ar,- built with ck'gai • i and
and taste. It is the seat of South
Carolina College, founded in 1804.
It is connected by railroad with Char
-1 ston ; Augusta, Georgia ; Green
ville, and Ctiarlotte, South Carolina,
j Its population ih 1700 was about ten'
I thousand.