jiif i Hffm mi Tl n "i "at . The whole art of Government consists in the art of being honest. Jefferson. VOL 10. STRO UDSBURG, MONROE COUNTY, PA., THURSDAY, JUNE 20, L850. - - ' lr .... .- , --. r 1 $ -Pnbftislied. by Theodore Sclioch. -TPTJT5"T,TTk-ilnllnr: nor nnnuill ill ailranno Tnn dollars .inla qiliirter, fiulf yearly and if not paid before the end of U&Hwir, Tft'o dollars and a half. Those who receive their paposs ny a carrier or siagc unvers employed Dy uie t.ir. will ti ;'i;irf!c3 37 1-1 cents, ner vcar. extra. wo papers disnoniinued until all arrearages are paid, except aithioption of the Editor. filyAa'rcrtfseinchts not exceeding one square (sixteen lines) wiH be insert ed three weeks for one dollar, and twenty-five uenisifor ererv subsequent insertion. The charge lor one and rae mscmons mo same. A Jioerai aisc"'"- iv.jeuny aflertisets. rHAH letters addressed to the Editor must be post-paid. , 3TOB PKIiTIIVG. Having aigoneral assortment of large, elegant, plain and orna- menial Type, w e arc ucyaicu iu uxLtuie every " description of - I It, S:lrds, Circulars, Bill Ifeads, Koies ii?'1 Blank Receipts .rw3IfSTICES, LEGAL AND OTHER PAMPHLETS, &c. - tlJfltiod vMth neatness and despatch, on reasonable terms AT THE OFFICE OF THE .XTegfersosiiau Republican. Give erery day. $Let us give something every day, . " For one another's weal ; A word, to make the gloomy gay, Or the crushed spirit heal: ilob;kihatto the heart will spcalf "'t.fl -f m4't)f"him that's poor and old ; . " rr4e"ar forhcr. o'er whose wan 'cheek 5iS' '-FuH many a stream has rolled1' -,ct-i- : V-!" usuii-' . objects of our love and. care, ;tmp A . In everv nath we see . ?-..- t.jtAnil.when-ilieyasfc a simple'. prayer, . -"-- (D; shall we selfish be, . -- i ffind turn away with haughtythrustij ,5li'-As if the God above '- itmH'. v cre partial to our pampered 'dustf mf nt !ncl only us did love ! ' tit Let us give -something every.day j 't;:'t" SKV--l?o comfort and to cheer ; - ; ijv'A i ClTt: not fnr rrolil alone thev-nrav: .-'M t1 " Whose-cries fall on the eai : " ' -- frV They ask for kindness in our speecn ' &rfSn A tenderness of heart -' Xe rvi-; , Thar to the innocent soul will reach," ; ' A-nd ivarmth and life impart. t. -We albcan give the poor the weak, , ; ' . And be an anjjel guest ; A ? - J-Iow small a thing to smile to speak; -v.-HVnd make the wretched blest! :-'rs'i"' '- MS.ne- Vuor.ro U! all flPSthW . " "" " ..wu .. .v. -- , ... Antl scatter joy abroad, 5. , And make the vales of sorrow glow 44.t., 4l.. BY W' LONGFELLOW. Jj0 piou.Tqfj, sail on, 0, ship of State;! jf SjelUon 6. Union, strong and great !, ...w J-fiwnaniiy with all its fears, - .th.all the hopes of future years, .-: -'t: J3 hanging breathless on thy fate ! lr3r i; . t&oi. We -U now what master laid thy heel, - . What workman wrought thy ribs of steel, ' . Z Alib'made each mast, and sail, arid rope ; .- .w What anvils rang, what "hammers beat,- tts Yn' what a forge, in what a heat, , t v" 7 Wore shaped the anchors of thy liopi-! J t Vxr not each sudden sound and shock, 1 , : 4 Iof the wave and not., the rock ; ,. t ' f:T:s but the flapping of the sail, lffvrt . t9y5,d not a rent made by .the gale ! ;zrz . .t.J-H--spite of rock and tempest roar, sW, , ' ;iSai onrnor fear, t-o breast the seai - : . t f : ?Our hearts, our hopes; are all with thee;! , !ur 'hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our'tearsr iF& ' (bar 'faith triumph o'er our fears, " - Are all' with thee are nil with thee,! 'r"' ! v.- ?f izgiit of Coal. 'hc immense beds of bituminous coal,; fourid in valley of the Ohio, fill the mind with wonder. Age after age, successive growths of plants, sprir.gr in"4jp in the same region, were entombed beneath thick strata of shale, to the depth of more than J, 000 feet ; while -beneath the whole lay the bed of an ocean, floored with fossil salt. Indications of coal are found at intervals, across the great val leV, from the Allegheny to the Rocky Mountains. It is found near the surface in Ohio, Kentucky, Indiana, lllinyis and Missouri, and without doubt, ruav be found beneath the extensive territory, .de posltes which ..from the sub-stratum of the great prariesinthe central and northern parts of the Western States. As low down as New Madrid, on the Mississippi, coal was thrown up from be neath the bed of the river, by the great earthquake of 1812 a sufficient proof of its continuation in the most depressed part of the great valley. That the coal js of vegetable origin, no one who has ever read much on the subject or personally examined the coal beds, will deny. Time was when, "it was considered a peculiar mineral pro duct formed in the same manner and at the same lime! with the rocks that surround it. The pro duct ofits chemical analysis beingltogether veg etable, and the artificial formation of coal from wood by Sir James Hall, have silenced all;dnubts on'Mhe subject. The pnly mystery now is, how such vast quantities of vegetable matter could be accumulated and grown on the spot where they, were buried. That they grow in general on the surface now occupied by the coal appears certain from the perfect state in which the most delicate leaves and stems are preserved. Had they been transported by currents 0 water and especially from any distance, it is hardly possible that they ehould not have received more damage. The cli mate at that period must naye been more humid than at present, as many of the plants are of those families which now grow only in tropical chmates, and as the laws f nature nevehange;!this' may beseemed a correct inference. Silliman s Journ dk , ' ' ' ;' ' A Pretty Man. Washington' Irving relates lhat Abdaballah, the father of Mahpmet; the Jph et wae so beatiful, that no less than two hundred Arab maidens .'died of a. .broken heart the nightthe was married to Amninia." Description off SaEi Francisco. ' BY "WALTER COTTON, U. S. NAVY. The Hay of San Francisco resembles a broad inland lake, communicating by a nanow channel with the ocean.. This- channel, as the tradition of the aborigines runs, was opened by an earthquake which a few centuries since convulsed the conti nent. The town was built on the south bend of the bay, near its communication. with the sea. . its site is a succession of barren sand hills, tumbled up in every variety of shape. No levelling pro cess on a scale of any magnitude has been at tempted. The buildings roll Up and over these sand ridges likea shoal of porpoises over the swell of a wave, Konly the fish has much the most order in the disposal of head and tail. More incongru ous combinations in architecture never danced in the dreams of men. Brick warehouses, wooden shinties, sheet-iron huts, and shaking tents, are blended in admirable confusion. But these grotesque habitations have as much uniformity and sobriety as the habits of those who becupy them. Hazards are made' in commercial transactions!, and projects of speculation that would throw Wall street into spasms. I have seen mer chants purchase cargoes without having even glanced into the invoice. The conditions of the sale were a hundred per cent, profits to the own er and cost. In one cargo, when tumbled out, were found twenty thousand dollars in the single article of red cotton handkerchiefs. ' I'll get rid of those among the wild Indians,' said the pur chaser, with a shrug of his shoulders. 4 I've a water-lot which I will sell,' cries another. 'Which way does it stretch V inquire half a dozen. 'Right under the craft there,' is the reply. 4 And what dp you ask for it V 'Fifteen thousand dollars.' I'll take it.' '.Then down with your dust.' So the water-Id!, which mortal eyes never yet beheld, changes its owners without changing its fish. '1 have two shares in a gold mine,' cries another. Where are thev V inauire the crowd. 4 Under , the south branch of the Yuba ri ver, which we have almost turned,' is the reply. And what will you take !' 4 Fifteen thousand dollars.' Til give ten. Take them, stranger.' So the two shares of a possibility of gold under the branch of the Yuba, where the water'still rolls rapid and deep, are sold for ten thousand dollars, paid down. Is there any thing in the Arabian Nights that surpasses this ! But glance at that large wooden building, which looks as if the winds had shingled it, and the pow ers of the air pinned its clap-boards in the storm. Enter, and you find a great hall filled with tables, and a motley group gathered around each. Some are laying down hundreds and others thousands on the turn of a card- Each has a bag of grain gold in his hand, which he must double or lose, and is only anxious to reach the table where he can make the experiment. You would advise him at least to purchase a suit of clothes, or repair his old ones, before he loses his all ; but what cares he" for his outward garb, when piles of the yellow dust swell and glitter in his excited imagination! Down goes his bag-of gold and is lost ! But does he look around for a rope or pistol that he may end his ruin ? No ; the river bank, where he gath ered that bag, has more ; so. he cheers his momen tary despondency with a strong glass ofbiandy. and is off again for the mines. He found the gold by good fortune, and has lost it. by bad,, and now considers" himself, about even with the world. Such is the moral effect of gold hunting on a man whose principles are not as fixed and;immovable as the irock. It begins in a lottery and ends in a lottery, where the blanks outnumberthe prizes ten to one. ... ... But you are hungry want your breakfast turn into a restaurant cail for ham, eggs and coffee then yotir billsix dollars. Your high boots, which have never seen a brush since you first put them on, have given out. You find a pair that can replace, them they are a tolerable fit; and now what is the price Fifty dollars ! Your beard his not felt a razor since you went to the mines it must come off, and your frizzled hair be clipped. You find a barber ; his dull shears hang in knots of your hair like the sheep-shear's jn a fleece matted .with burs; his razor he straps on the leg of hiStboot, and then hauls away, starting ai every pull some new. fountain of tears. You vow you will let the beard go ; but then one side is partly off; and you try the ngony -again to get the other side something like it; and now what is the charge for this torture 1 Four dollars ! Night is approaching,. and you must have a place where ypu can sleep;, to inquire for a bed .would be as idle as to,.hunt a pearl in thejungle of a Greenland bear. You look around for a lee .of a shanty or tent, and tumble dpw .for the night ; but a, thou sand fleasdispute the premises with you ; the con test is hopelessyou jumble out , as you.tumbled in. and . spend the remainder of the night-in-finding a place not occupied by these aborigines of the soil. See you' that young man with a long whip in his hand' cxacking.it, over an dkeam i -He was one of the most learned geologists, for liis ajge, in the United States, and came out here to apply his J science to the discovery of gold deposits but somehow; his. diving rods always dipped wrong, and now he has , taken a r.od ahout which there is no mist ake; so at4east, think his cattle. But look do you see that young gentleman with a string ;of fishi which he offers for sale! He was the best Greek' and Latin scholar of his class in Yale Col lege, and subsequently one of the most promising Umbers of the bar. But' he exchanged his Pt'lackaionet fora pick ; and instead, of picking. les purof his clientts' pockets, became here; tfr pick gold'0utpf.the,m.iHes.; but the deuce.was.Jn. it, for whenever his pick stuck close upon a de posit, it was no longer theie ! So he exchanged his pick for a hook and line, and now angles for pike, pickerel and perch, and can describe each fish by some apt line from Catullus. He would do well at his new piscatory profession, but for the gilded hook of the gambler. He laughs at the trout for darting at the fictitious fly, then chas es a bait, himself equally fanciful and false. ' But look again do you see" that pulperia, with its gathered groups of soldiers and sailors, poets and politicians, merchants and mendicants, doc tors and draymen, clerks and cobblers, trappers and tinkers. That little man who stands behind the bar, and deals to each his dram of fire, was once a preacher, and deemed almost a prophet, as he depicted the pangs of that worm which dieth not; but now he has exchanged that worm for another, but preserved his consistency ; for this worm, too, distilleth delirium and death. And that thick set man who stands in the midst of the crowd with ruby countenance and revelling eye, whose repar tee sets the whole pulperia in a roar, and who is now watching the liquor in his glass to see if it stirrith itself aright, once lectured in the West on the temptations of those who tarry late at the wine, but now his teetolalism covers all liquors as good ly gifts graciously bestowed. But one brief year, and some Dame Quickly may desribe his pale ex it as that of his delirious prototype 44 1 saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends.' And yet, with all these drawbacks with these gambling tables, grog shops,, shanties, shavers, and fleas San Francisco is swelling into a town of the highest commercial importance. She commands the trade of the great valleys, through which the Sacramen- to and San Joaquin, with numerous tributaries roll ; she gathers to her bosom the products and manufactures of the United Stales, of England, China, the shbres and islands of the Pacific. Why I left the Anvil. BY.EL1HU BURR ITT. I see it; you would ask what I have to say for myself for dropping the hammer and taking up the quill, as a member of your profession. 1 will be honest now, and tell you the whole sto ry. I was transported from the anvil to the editor's chair by the genius of machinery. Don't smile, friends, it was even so. I had stood and looked for hours on those thoughtless iron intellects, fingered, sober, supple automa tons, as they caught up a bale of cotton, and twirled it in the twinkling of an eye into a whirlpool of whizzing shreds, and laid at my feet in folds of snow-white clo;h, ready for the uae of our most voluptuous antipodes. They were wonderful things, those, looms and spin dles; but they could not spin thoughts; there was no attribute DiviiHty in them, mid i a'dmired them, nothing more. They wer.e excessively curious, but I could estimate the whole com pass of their doings and destiny in finger pow er; so 1 camo away and loft them Spinning day I was turning my anvil beneath a hot iron, and busy with ihe thought, that there was as much intellectual philosophy in my hammer as in any of the enginery a going in modern times, when a most unearthly screaming pierced my ears; I stepped to the door, and there it was, a great iron Horse! Yes, he had come, looking for all! the world like the great Dragon we have read of in ihe Scriptures, harnessed to half a living world, and just landed on earth, where he stood braying in surprise and indignation at the 'base use' to which he had been turned. 1 saw iho great array of human beings gliding with the volocity of the wind over iron track, and droves of cattle travelling at the rate of twenty miles an hour, toward their city slaughter house. It was wonderful. The busy bee-winged ma chinery , of -the cotton factory dwindled into insignificanco before it. Monstrous beast of pasage and burden ! It devoured the'intervening distance, and welded the cities togeihei! But for its furnace heart and iron sinew, 11 was nothing but a beat an enormous aggregation of horse power. And I went back to;ihe forge with unimpaired reverence for the intellectual philosophy "of my hammer. Passing along the street one --afternoon! I heard a noise in au old , building, as of some one puffing a pair of bellows.- So without. much ado I stepped in,. and there, in a cornerof the room, I saw chtef-.d'euvre. of all the machinery that hatTever been invented since the birth of Tu bal Cain In its construction it was as sim ple and unassuming as a cheese-press. It went with a lever, longer and stronger, than that with which Archimides promised to lift the world. It is a printtng-press said a boy standing by an' ink- trough, with a cueleHs -turban of brown paper on his head. 'A printing-pres!' I queried musingly 1.0 myself, 'A printing press! what .do you print? I ahked. 'Print?' said the boy, staring at mo, dpubifully, .'why, we print thoughts." 'Print thoughts?' 1 slow ly repeated after him; and we stood looking for a moment at each other in mutual admiration; he in the absence of ah idea, and I in the pur suit of one. BUli looked at him thehardest, and he left anoihennk nrark on his forehead, from" a pathetic motion of hi? left hapd to quicken his apprehension of my meaning," 'Why,ye8,' he reiterated, in a tone of forced confidence, as if passing an idea, which though havjog been current a hundred, years, might still be counierfeji, for .all he could show on the "apou" We print thoughts to be sure.-,-But my boy,' I ..asked in honest soberness, 'what are thoughts, and'how can you get hold of t.hern to print them?' 'Thoughts are. what come out of people's. mjnda.he replied. 4Gei hold of themindeed ? Why,. minds ain't noth ing vpu can get hojd of, nor thoughts either. All the, mjnds that ever , thought and .the, thoughts thatt.niinda ever made, w.ould'nt make a ball a? figypuM : Mndj,cihey.i8ay, are juat jjke ajr;, ;you can't see lhem;.iheyj don'j. Tnafee any noiaej pqrr havji any color ;, jhey. don't weigh anything. Bill Deepruij the sex ton, says that a man weighs juat as much when his mind is gone out of him as he did before. No, sir, all the minds that over lived would not make ah ounce Troy. Then how do you print thoughtsi' I asked 'If minds are thin air, and thoughts are thin ner still, and make no noise, and have no sub stance, shade, or color, and more than thp winds, are anywhere in a moment; sometimes in heaven, and sometimes on earth, and in the waters under the earth; how can yon get hold of them; how can you see ihem when caught, or show ihem to others ?' Ezekiel's eyes grew luminous whith a new ideu, and pushing his ink-roller proudly across the metaiic page of the newspaper, he replied, 'Thoughts work and walk in things that make tracks ; and we take those tracks, and stamp them on paper, or iron, wood, stone, or what not. That is ihe way we print thouts. Don't you understand ?' The pressman let go the lever, and looked interroga;ingy at Ezekiel, beginning at the patch on his mringless brogans, and following up with his eye to the boy's brown paper buff cap. Ezekiel comprehended the felicity of his illustration, and wiping his hands on his tow apron, gradually assumed an attitude of earnest exposition. 1 gave him an encouraging wink, and so he weni on. 'Thougis make trackshe continued, impres sively, as if evolving a new idea by repealing it slowly. Seeing we assented to this propo cifiitn inntiirTnal v ho Klnnpr1 In ihp li'np rmp with his eye fixed admonishingly upon us. 'Thoughts make tracks,' he repeated arranging : peateu arrang in his left hand a score or two of metal slips, 'and with these letters we can take the exact impression of every thought that ever went out of the heart of a human man ; and we can print them too, give us paper and ink enough, till the great round earth is blackened around I with a coverled of thoughts, as muchlike the pattern as two peas. Ezekiel seemed to grow an inch at every word, and the brawny press man looked first at himself and then at the press, wilh evident astonishment. 'Talk about the mind's living fofever!' exclaimed ihe boy, pointing patronizingly at the ground, as if men were lying there incapable-of immortality, until ihe printer reached ii a helping hand, 'why, the world is brim full of live, bright, industrious thoughts, which would have been dead, dead as a stone, if it had'nt been for boys like me who have run ink-rollers. Immortality, in deed ! why, people's minds, 'he continued, with his imagination climbing into the profane ly sublime, 'people's minds would'ni be immor tal, if it was'iit for the printers at any rate in this planetary burying ground. We are the chaps that manufacture immortality for dead men,' he submitted, slapping the pressman gra ciously on the shoulder. The latter took it as f if dubbed a knight of honor, for the boy had put the mysteries of his profession in sublime apocalypse. 'Give ua one good heaithy mind,' resumed Ezekiel, 'to think for us, and wo will furnish a dozen worlds as big as this, with thoughts to order. Give us euch a man, and we will insure his life, we will keep him alive forever among the living. He can't die, any way you can fix it, when once we have touched him with these bits of inky pewt'er. He shan't die nor eleep. We will keep his mind at work on all the minds that live on the earth, and all the minds ihat shall come to live here as long as the world stands.' 'Ezekiel,' I asked, in a subdued tone of reverence, 4 will you print my thoughts, loo V 'Yes, that I will, ho replied, 'if you will think some of the right kind.' 'Yes, ihat I will,' ech oed the pressman. And 1 .went home and thought, and Ezekiel has printed my 'thought tracks' ever since. ' Advalorcm Duties. A bookseller of .New York city lately order ed a bill of books from a London publisher. An invoice reached him by mail, which he exhibited at the custom house, paid ihe duties, and his books passed. On opening the boxes he; found inside crnoer invoice, charging him a much higher price for the books. The first had been sent merely for custom-house use, and to enable some clerk to swear the books through with a eood conscience The bookseller, who had never suggested any thing of the kind, and was not up to that sort of a game, wrote a stern j rebuke to the London house .hat shipped the books. The answer came in due season, ex pressing regret that any offence had been giv en where none certainly was intended; they had only done in this case according to the prac tice of the trade, and intended' ft as a favor to their customer. Again : II is not long since a JNew lotKer who was in Paris bought a cashmere hawi ? . - . . -1 . , I there for two thousand franks, and paid me mo ney. The seller handed him a bill or invoice duly made out, pricing the shawl at one thou sand franks. The buyor turned in astonish ment, and asked an explanation. "That is Jar the custom house, "said ihe seller, amazed at. his simplicity. No hint had been given that spe cial custom-house invoice was desired no thing of the sort was dreamed of by buyers. Theseller simply did as he would wish to be done by, and as he was accustomed to do for his American customers, Tribune. Quite Poetic. .A gentfeman from Cincinnati, filled to the blm wilh hparfffilt. rtlnwinfT thoueht, wrote a lew . ver ses the other day, and sent them to.the Purlinglon Auveruser mr puoiicuuuu. uu.i t-- -1 specimen. The whole poem at once would. cer tainly prove destructive to our reader : . - V- ."jU'hen a feller fals in luv . U x fc Hdus ware a white, kid gluv, i eri and-puts on lots of splendid, close,!! ft : lj land wares lite boots upon.histose?ff. in and'.srnels just. like a spr6wtingr6se .Kvj all iuvKij ouig i A Story of the Highway. Not many years ago, an Irishman, whose finan ces did not keep pace with the demand made on his pocket, and whose scorn of honest labor was immensely unfavorable to their being legitimately filled, borrowed an old pistol one day, when pov erty had driven him to an extremity, and took--to the highway, determined to rob the first man he could most conveniently; who was-likely to have a heavy purse. A jolly old farmer came jogging along and Pat put him down instantly as a party who posessed those requisites he so much stood in need of him self. Presenting the pistol, he ordered the agri culturist to 'stand and deliver.' The poor fellow forked over some fifty dollars, but finding Pat somewhat of a geen-horn, begged a five to take him home a distance of half a mile by the way. The request was complied with, ac companied by the most patronizing air. Old Acres and Roods was a knowing one. Eyeing the pistol, asked Pat if he would sell it. 4 Ta it to sell the 'pistol ! Sowl, an' its that same thing I'll be afther adoing.' What will ye be af iher givin' for it V I'll give this five dollar bill for it.' Done ! and done"e enough botwane.twp gintlq men. Down wilh the dust, and here is the tool for yer. The bargain was made by immediate transfor. The moment the farmer got the petronel, he or- dered Pat to shell out; and pointing the pistol, tened to blow his brians out if he refused. Pat looked at him with a comical leer, and but toning his breeches pocket sung out : 'Blow away, ould boy ! d 1 take the bit of powder's in it." We believe the old man never told the la3t part of the story only once, and that was by the purest accident. Pat moved on, and 'once away, forever away,' has since been his motto. Taking a Hint. 4 Zeb,' said a chap to his chum, the other day, 'seems to me you didn't stay long at Squire Fol ger's last night.' . No,' was the reply, I was sayin' a few pleas ant things to the daughter, and the old man camo in and gave me the hint to go.' 'A hint, Zeb, what sort of a hint V Why, he gave me my hat, opened the door and just as he began to raise his cowhide boot,, 1. had a thought that I wasn't wanted, and so I I took my leave. Mine fren, have you seen one little poodcl dog with his tail slit and his ears cut short off behind, what I did lose next week, as I walking up de ri ver in dar steamboat 1" " I did not, Monsieur, but expect to. every min ute." . . ... " Begar, if he be drown, I will kill him six sev eral times in two places." Into Him. Judge Jeffries, when on the bench , told an old fellow with a long beard that he suppo sed he had a conscience as long as his beard. . 'Does your lordship," replied the old man, " measure conscience by beard ? If so, your lord ship has none at all." fj Brother Wilson, of the Somerville Whig, is a happy fellow with his pen. He thus hits off the mania of locofoco economy, so apt to break out when there is no public money in its keeping : ' We once heard a respectable tailor expressing his willingness to accept the Presidency of the U. States, at half the salary at present attached to that office, and declaring that he could make a for tune at that. He would rent out the White House, he said, take a shop in the business pan of the town and work at his trade. The members of Congress would patronize him, of course, for the sake of the offices in his gift ; the Foreign Minis ters, to show their respect for the government to which they were accredited ; and the public, for the sake of wearing a garment fashioned by the il lustrious hand of the chief magistrate ol this great republic. Thus a the end of four years, he would retire with $50,000, besides the cabbage and oth er legitimate profits of his business. Our tailor candidate, too, would have made a much better President lhan some of those that locofoc.oism ha3 placed in that high station." Tho system adopted in the seaport towns of tt . 1 I If f :mn;pnninn nanirn an!lnr from aomn oaro.iu-, u. imrmndisdB the timo-a vessel arnves until she departs, is de nouncod in England, anu very jusuy iuu, a outrageous and despotic. Recently, a Mr: Fer rand held forth at York upon the subject, and closed his speech with the following ludicrous outburst of patriotic wrath : . " As I am a living man, if I wero tho captain of a merchant-ship, and the autnoriues oi-onanea- lon came on board my vessel andioie one ot my , u n ruH.hnt iron into .n crew away, i wouiu wm ..;""s barrel of gunpowder, and blow them to tho devil and myself 10 glory." Born with Three HANDs.-On Kriday : lail a tnnlw rhilrl was bom lt!wV.IU Illuming , " . , Hamsburgh, having twpWrists and two hands on its nhgt arm. In other respects is usualy featured and formed A lady who was attending a public exhibition in Albany, the other evening, in consequence of the closeness with which the audience was packed began to perspire freely. Unluckily she forgot that her cheeks were rouged high ly, and with "one fell wipe," drew her snowy 'kerchief down one cheek, and forgetting to do ihe same with the other. She sal the wliola' evening with one cheek while and the other abnght red. The editor of ,the Richmond. .Enquiersays ihm hn has been .Vronninn down a-JaJsehpoch". !The fellow, is, very much,lke an abntjirtyided . ?man running in all.Uirectio.ns aiier.niasUAw.iiuij. it is -011 his own-head, Louisvilfa Jouvnah i
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