NEW SERIES, VOL. I, No. 20.] CKARRIOK WESTBROOK, XDITOR AND PM/PRIETO& Printing Office—Front Street, oppoeite Bereft Hotel Publication Office—Locust Street, opposite the P. O. TERMS.—The CoormOt A SPY is published every !Saturday morning at the low price of ONE DOLLAR A YEAR IN ADVANCE, or one dollar and fifty cents, if not paid within one month of the time of subscribing. enptss. THREE CENTS. Tutots or ADVERTlSlNG—Adverthrements not exceed ing n square three tunes for SI. and 25 cents for each Itilditional insertion. hose of a greater length In pro portion. 05-A liberal discount made to yearly silver tDers. Jon PRINTING—Such as Hand-Nils, Posting-bills, Cards, Labels, Pamphlets, Blanks of every description Circulars, etc...lc...executed With neatness and despatch and on reasonableternis. FIRE! FIRE!! FIRE!!! ORR'S CELEBRATED AIB.-T.I.SIET STOVES. CJ. TYNDALE, No. 97, South Second . Street, Philadelphia, wishes to inform his friends and the public generally, that he still continues to manufactureand sell the gen• uine Air-Tight. Stove, with the latest improve ments. After many years experience in the manu facture of these Stoves, he is now enabled to offer to his customers the Air-Tight Stoves with ovens, suitable for dining rooms or nur series. - - He has also the Air-Tight Stove, on the Ra diator plan, which makes a splendid and economical parlor Stove, to which lie would call the particular attention of those who want an elegant and useful article for their parlors. Also, a large assortment of Coal, Parlor and Cooking Stoves. All of which lie will sell at the lowest Cash prices. The public would do well to call before purchasing elsewhere. Ca'M r. T. would Caution the public against Air-Tight Stoves ,made by most Stove makers, as They do not answer the purpose intended. Philadelphia, Sept. 15th, 1847-9. m. B. E. MOORE ITIOORE & RISDON, No. 70 South Thud Street, nearly opposite the Exchange, Philadelphia, RESPECTFULLY announce to their friends and the public that they are constantly pre. pared to make :o older, tit the finest and be.i ma terials. and at m..detaie prices, every -uncle of Fashionanie Clothing. constouting a Gentfman's Wardrobe, for which their complete stock of choice and carefully selected Cassimeres, Vesitngs St.c.. of the latest and most desirable patterns, are particularly designed. Thom own practical knowledge of the business end a personal attention to every garment. eilaYes them to give entire satisfaction, and to both old and new customers they respcctlully tender an invitation to give them a call. Baying been for years connected with some of the best and most fashionable establishments !It this country. employing none but first rate workmen. and being in the receipt of the latest fashions, and best styles of goods, they are fully prepared to ac commodate customers in the beat manner. Philadelphia. Auengi 14. 1.817.-6 in CHARLES STOKES' GLOBE HALL OF FASHION, No. 296, Market Street, Philadelphia. CLOTIIING —A necessary and useful article; it well becomes every one who buys it, before purehasin; to look and 4ee where it can he bought cheapest. I am satisfied (and reader, you a ill be) if you fasor me Whit a call and look over my steel:ea' good. you will not only buy yourself but tell your friends as here CHEAP CLOTHING can be had and they will do the same. If you come to the Globe Hall of Fashion and do not find goods twenty per cent cheaper than titan,/ store in the city I think• you will say General Taylor never whipped the Mexicans! I think he never done anything else. OtrA full stock of clothing suited for the country trade, which merchants Find others arc particularly invited to ex,troine. CHARLES STOKES, No. 296, Market St.. 3rd d. or below Ninth. Philadelphia, August 23, 1817.-3:n. Stoves, Stoves. IV-OnD, COAL & COOKING STOVES, of the latest and most approved pat terns. Also, Radiator and other improved patterns of Parlor Stoves. For sale at reduc ed prices, at the [lard ware Store of J. W. COTTRELL. The highest price will he paid for Old Cast ings, Flax seed, Clover seed,Timothy seed, .Sze Columbia. aug.Bt, 1847.-3 m Agency of the Canton TEA COMPANY. The undersigned being the authorized Ifil,,iNgents for the sale of the SUPERIOR :I, I ;..p+•4TEAS, imported by the Canton Tea Company, of the City of New Yok, invite a trial of their Green and Black Teas, embrac ing the best selections this side of China. Every Package IYarrented. J. D. & J. WRIGHT. Columbia, April 7, 1847.—tf Agency or the PEKIN TEA COMPANY. THE SUBSCRIBER keeps_ constantly on band an assortment of F resh Teas, im i. by the Pekin Tea Company. Any Teas sold by me that does not give entire satis. 'faction, can be returned and cxelicmg,ed, or the money will be refunded. C. W ESTBROOK, Locust street, Columbia, Pa- April 7,1847. REMOVAL. P. SCEIBEINER has removed - 7 his W vrcit and JEW EL :*I"LERY Establishment to the WAt.pyr FRONT BI.CFC, recently fitted up by •him, between Bares and Black's Hotel, Front Etreetorhere the public can he accommodated, as heretofore, with all articles in the Jewel 4ery line, at the cheapest rates. Columbia,July 17, 1847.—tf. T OOKING GLASSES of ell sizes and at rc .l_4 (laced prices. For sate at 0c2'47 FRY & SPANGLER'S. RENCII SVORKED COLLARS. .A.TEST aty/o French noodle work coSory, for Li sale at F2.Y . SPANGLER'S. • VER 1000 different styles entire new patterns ot4ies' Dress Goods, fur Fall and Winter. colored plaids ate all the race. Call at Cho uSw.24E—ts , Apr. /I'VE Nor* lawn ,st. THE .-COLUMBIA - SPY A SCENE FROM AN UNPUBLISHED TRAGEDY. The stage represents a Tea-Garden in the neigh borhood of London. The following scene is from an unpublished tragedy, the authorship of which can be assigned to no living writer. It combines much of the philosophising spirit ()fon; a great deal of the mys tery of a second, and all that terseness for which a third is so eminent. Who the first, second and third are, to whom we allude, it would not perhaps be delicate to indicate. Enter RINALDO disguised as a Waiter. Rinaldo (musing.) It must be—no, it mustn't —yes, it must, Though " must" might after all be only " may;" But "may" and " must" are very MUCII alike, And after all what " must" be "may" be too. Onwards I drag my miserable life, My large estates in Italy arc sold, My title to a Marquisate is lost, My wife and children I have left belund, My creditors have sought for me in vain, While I—but •tis no matter—l am here. Enter JENKINS at the back of the Stage. Jenkins. Waiter—a glass of gin-and -water, lint ! Rinaldo (not seeing him.) Alas—my native land ' Thy limpid streams— Thy marble palaces—thy verdant vales : Thy laughing rivers, thy sequestered groves— Thy lofty mountains—thy delightful slopes— Thy hills, thy pine-apples, thy— Jenkins (striking him on the back) Iloilo! Waiter ! Rinaldo (seizing him by the throat.) Caitiff! If 1. N. RISDON thou hadst known the ancient honor That, starlike, decit'd the old ancestral line To which Rinaldo owes his proud descent, Thou wouldst not dare— (Recollecting himself, and )eleasing JENtass.] Excuse me, sir, your orders ? Jenkins. I ordered gin-and-water. Rinaldo (hurriedly.) ('old without? Jenkins. Warm with— RINALDO (musing.) Ay, it is hotter warm than cold. Jenkins. I did not ask thee which was better, Arra!), I only bid thee bring me what I wish'd. Ilmst.no (with much emotion.) Behold that tree! it bath a goodly air, And seems to tower in native majesty Towards the very sky, as if 'twould clutch Within its branches even heaven itself. While ever and anon the light-winged bird Darts from the vaulted dome of azure blue, And, like a thing of light and loveliness, Descends at last upon the withered branch Of that old tree—and makes his humble home In a mere common nest of casual straw, Lined with the fleecy treasures left behind By foolish sheep, in browsing near a hedge. [it long pause. Jenkins. Proceed ! Your story interests me much. Rinaldo. It is no story—it is a bitter truth ; For truth is bitter, call it what you will; And in its bitterness there isa taste Which years of after-sweetness can't wash out. Hast tasted bitterness ? Jenkins. Waiter I should think so! Rinaldo. "Waiter"—thou host touched a hun. died thousand chords Within my bosom. Strained them all at once, And with the discord almost cracked my heart. Jenkins. La calm— Masco° (laughing hysterically.) Be calm ! I think you said "be calm.'. Go ask the avalanche, just us it falls, To think it over, and continue fixed. Bid the wild wave restrain its violence, And lie quite flat upon the boundless MI. Demand of the loud thunder when it roars, To be so good as to just to hold its tongtte. Entreat the vivid lightning not to flash.— When such requests you've regularly made, And they've been every one attended to, Then, if you come and ask me—l'll be calm. Jenkins. Will you ? Rinaldo.- As Heaven's my witness, sir, I will Jenkins. But now the gin-and-water— Rinaldo. You arc right. More . gin.and-water must be drunk to-night. [ Exeunt. A 131.9 w Ur.—Tupffer in one of his stories, re lates the following : " They had told me a story below about the rocky furrow I was ascending; and this I believe is the right place for repeating it. Eighteen smugglers, each carrying a bag of Helene gunpowder, were travelling that way. The last of the file, perceiving that his sack diminished sensi. big in weight, whereat he was quite disposed to re rejoice, when it occurred to him to suspect shrewdly that the lightening of the load arose possibly from the bulk. It was only too true, a long train of powder appeared on the track he had pursued. This was a loss in the first place; but what was worse, it was a token which might betray the march of the band, and his business. He cried hall, and and thereupon his seventeen comrades sat them- selves down, each on his sack, to drink a dropand wipe their faces. "Meanwhile, the other, the shrewd one, retraced his steps, till he came to the beginning of his train of powder. lie reached it after two hours walking, and set fire to it with his pipe, in order to destroy the clue. Two minutes afterwards he heard a su perb explosion, which reverberating from the rocky mountain walls, rolling through the valleys, and ascending the gorges, caused him a marvelous nor. prise; it was the seventeen sacks which/ad been fired by the train and had bounced into the air v car. eying with them the seventeen fathers.of families thateremscated upon them." , . . • AND LANCASTER AND YORK COUNTY RECORD. COLUMBIA, PA. SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 13, 1847. THE DAUGHTER. A TALE OF TWEEDMOUTH MOOR When the tyranny of the last James drove his subjects to take up arms against him, one of the most formidable enemies to his usurpations was Sir John Cochrane, ancestor to the present Earl Dundonald. Ire was tone of the most prominent actors in Argyle's rebellion, and for ages a settled gloom hung over the house of the Campbells, enveloping in common ruin all who united their fortune in the cause of its chieftains. The same doom encompassed Sir John Cochrane. Ire was surrounded by the king's troops—long, deadly, and desperate was his resistance, but at length, over powered by numbers, be was taken prisoner, tried, and condemned to die upon the scaffold. He had hut a few days to live, and his jailor waited the arrival of his death-warrant to lead him forth to I execution. His family and his friends had visited I him in prison, and exchanged with hint the last, the long, the heart-rending farewell. But there was one who was the pride of his eye and his house, even Grizel, the daughter of his love.— Twilight was casting a gloom over the grating of his prison-house; he was mourning for a last look of his favorite child, and his head was pressed against the cold, damp wall of his cell, to cool the feverish pulsations that shot through it like strings of fire, when the door of his apartment turned 011 its unwieldy hinges, and his keeper entered, follow ed by a young and beautiful lady. Her person was tall, and commanding, her eyes dark, bright, and tearless; but their very brightness spoke oft sorrow—of sorrow too deep to be wiped away— and her raven tresses were parted over an empty brow, clear and pure as the polished marble. The unhappy captive raised his head as they entered. "My child! my own Grin'!" he exclaimed, and she fell upon his bosom. ".My father! my dear father !" sobbed the mis erablc maiden, as she dashed away the tear that accompanied the words. "Your interview must be short—very short," said the jailor as he turned and left them for a few minutes together. " God help and comfort thee, my daughter :" added the unhappy father, and he held her to his breast, and imprinted a kiss upon her brow. "I feared that I should die without bestowing my last blessing upon the head of my own child, and that stung me more than death—but thou art come! and the last blessing of thy wretched —" "Nay, forbear I" she exclaimed; "not thy last! my father shall not die." "Be calm! be calm, my child !" returned he; "would to - heaven that I could comfort thee, my own—my own! But there is no hope; within three days thou and all my little ones will bo —" Fatherless, he would have said, but the words died on his tongue. "Three days ?" repeated she, raising her head from his breast, but eagerly pressing his hand, "my father shall live! Is not my grandfather the friend of Father Petre, the confessor and master of the King 7 From him he shall beg the life of his son, and father shall not die." "Nay, nay, my Grizel," returned he," be not deceived, there is no hope ; already my doom - is scaled ; already the King has signed the order for my execution, and the messenger of death is on his way." " Yet my father shall not dic 7" she repeated emphatically, and clasping her hands together.— ..Heaven speed a daughter's purpose !"shia exclaim ed; and turning to her father, said eamly—"we part now, but we shall meet again." "What would lily child 7" enquired ha eagerly, gazing anxiously on her face. "Ask not now," she replied, " my father, ask not now ; but pray for me—but not with thy last bless- ing." - Ile premed her hand to his heart, and wept upon her neck. In a few moments the jailor entered, and they were torn from the arms of each other. On the evening of the second day after the interview we have mentioned, a wayfaring man crossed the drawbridge at Berwick from the North, and proceeded down Marygate, sat down to rest upon a bench by the door of an hostelry on the side of the street, nearly fronting where what was called tho ''•lan guard' stood. He did not enter the inn, for it was above his apparent condition, being that which Oliver Cromwell had made his head.qnarters a few years before, and where, at some earlier period, James the Sixth had taken up Its residence when on his way to enter on the sovereignty of England. The traveller wore a coarse jerkin, fastened round his body by a leathern girdle, and over it a small cloak, composed of equally plain materials. Flc was evidently a yonny, man, but his beaver was drawn down so as almost to conceal his features. In one hand he carried a small bundle, and in the other a pilgrim's staff:— Having called for a glass of wine, he took a crust of bread from his bundle, and after resting a few minutes rose to depart. The shades of night were setting in, and it threatened to be a night of storms. The heavens were gathering black, the clouds rushing from the sea, sudden gusts of wind were moaning along the streets, accompanied by heavy drops of rain, and the face of Tweed Wss troubled. "Heaven help thee, if thou inendeet to go far in such a night as this," said the sentinel at the -English gate, as the traveller passed him and pro ceeded to cross the liridge. In a few minutes he was upon the borders of the wide, desolate and dreary moor of Tweeilmouth, which, for miles, presented a desert of whim., fern, stunted heath, here and there covered with brush wood. He slowly toiled over the steep hill, brav ing the storm, which now raged in its wildest fury. The rain fell in torrents, and therwind howled as a •legion of 'famished wolves:l/tiding' its- doleful and' angry echoes over .tbe beatia. Still the stranger pushed onward until he proceeded two or three miles from Berwick, when, as if unable longer to brave the storm, he sought shelter amidst the crab nd bramble bushes by the way-side. Nearly an hour had passed since he sought the imperfect re fuge, and the storm had increased together, when a horse's feet were heard splashing along the road.— The rider bent his head to the blast. Suddenly his horse was grasped by the bridle; the rider raised his head, and the traveller stood before him, holding a pistol to his breast. " Dismount!" cried the stranger, sternly. The horseman, benumbed, and stricken with fear, made an eftbrt to reach his arms; but in a moment the hand of the robber quitted the bridle, grasped the breast of the rider, and dragged him to the ground. He fell heavily on his face, and for several minutes remained senseless.. The stranger seized the leathern bag which contained the mail for the North, and flinging it on his shoulder rush ed across the heath. Early on the following morning the inhabitants of Berwick were hurrying in groups to the spot were the robbery had been committed, but no trace of the robber could be obtained. Three days had passed, and Sir John Cochrane yet lived. The mail which contained his death warrant had been robbed, and before another order fin• his execution could be given, the intercession of his father, the Earl of Dundonald, with the King's confessor, might be successful. Grizel now be came almost his constant companion in prison, and spoke to him words of comfbrt. Nearly four. teen days had passed since the protracted hope in the bosom of the prisoner became more and more bitter than his first. despair. But even that hope, bitter as it was, perished. The intercession had been unsuccessful, and a second time the bigoted and would-be despotic monarch, signed the war rant for his death, and a little more than another day that warrant would resell the prison. " The will of Heaven be done t" groaned the captive. "Amen!" returned Grizel, with wild vehemence, "but my father shall not die!" Again the rider with the mail reached Tweed. mouth, and a second time he bore with him the doom of Cochrane. He spurred his horse to the utmost speed; he looked cautiously before, behind and around him, and in his right hand he carried a pistol ready to defend himself. The moon shed a ghastly light across the heath, rendering deso lation visible, and giving a spiritual embodiment to every shrub. He was turning the angle of a strangling copse, when his horse reared at the re port of a pistol, the tiro seemed to dash in its very eyes. At the same moment his own pistol (lashed, and his horse reared more violently, and he was driven from the saddle. In a moment the foot of the robber was upon his breast, who, bending over him and brandishing a short dagger in his hand, said : "Give me thioo arms or die l" The heart or the Icing's servant failed within him, and without venturing a reply, ho did as he was commanded. "Now, go thy way," cried tho robber, sternly, "but Icavo ma thy horse, and leave me tho mail bag,,lcst a worse thing come upon thee." The man, therefore, arose, and proceeded towards Berwiek,trembling; and the robber, mounting the horse which he had loft, rode rapidly across the heath. Preparations were making for the execution of Sir John Cochrane—the officers of the law waited only the arrival of the mail, with his second death warrant, to lead him to the scaffold, and the tidings arrived that the mail had again been robbed. For yet foul teen days the life of the prisoner would be prolonged. Ile again fell on the neck of his daughter, and wept and said : "It is good—the hand of heaven is in this. "Said I not," replied the maiden, and for the first time wept aloud,—" that my father should not die!" The fourteen days were not yet passed when the prison door flow open, and the old Earl of Dundonald rushed to the arms of his son. His intercession with the confessor had at length been successful; and after twice signing the warrant for the execution of Sir John, which had as often failed in reaching its destination, the King had soiled his pardnn. Ire hurried with his father from the prison to his own !mine—his family were clinging around bins shedding tears of jay; and they were marvelling with gratitude at the myste. riots° providence that had twice intercepted the mail, when a stranger craved an audience. Sir John desired him to be admitted, and the the rob ber entered. Ile was hahited, as we have before dcscribcd,with is coarse jerkin, but his ben ring was above his condition. On entering he slightly touched his beaver, but remained covered. " When you have perused these," said he, taking two papers from his bosom, "cast them into the tire!" Sir John glanced on them, started, and became pale—they wore his death warrants. "My deliverer:" exclaimed lie," how shall I thank thee—how repay the preserver of my life 7 My father, my children, thank hint for ma 7" The old F.ral grasped the hands of the stranger, the children embraced his knees, and ho burst into tears. "By what name; eagerly enquired Si rJohn, "shall I Fall my deliverer 7" The stranger wept aloud, and raising his beaver the raven tresses of Gricel Cochrane fell upon the cloak. "Gracious Heaven!" exclaimed tho astonished and enymptraz-1 father—"my own child! my own Grind!" MODZST9 to the female character is like saltpetre to beef, imparting a 'blush labile It pooterwes ita portly. ONE OP THE WHOYS IN A BOOK STORE "Say you got any stories 'inung these 'era darned things 9" This was said a day or two since, to the young man in the book -store, by a six-foot, slab-sided wiry -haired fellow, with a wool hat turned up all round, red flannel shirt, alcoves rolled up, and look ing as though he had just been dug out of a coal pit. " Yes, sir, a good many," replied the young gnu tleman. " Well, just shell out some o' your biggest, wil ye ?" "What kind would you like 7" "Any thing fast rate—l don't care a darn what it is.' • "There is a. very good one, sir,—.The Chronicles of Clovernook," by Douglas Jerrold." "Clover granny! we've got clover enough to hum ; don't want that." " Here is another good one; perhaps you will like this, 'The Wigwam and the Cabin. " "Go to grass with yourlog cabins; don't talk to me abont'em. Igo in for the Tcaicos, clean up t' the hub,— (Sings) • The Mlle Mar of Texas you triad to Inoßll away, It served to light us while we skinned you, Mr. Cooney Clay." Well, sir, here's 'Mount Sorel ; how will that suit 7" "Thunder and Guinea!—if they ain't writin' stories about sheep swell If they don't beat me, any how! Say, mister, I'll bet a cent that story's as Batas a pancake:" "How would you like this, sir; 'Love and Mes merism,' by Horace Smith. Smith, you known, is a good writer." "Yes, I 'apect he is, but I don't believe in Mes merism, no how. There's a woman down here to Byron that had better get that; she's the all•fired est professor you ever heerd on, end no mistake Say, did you ever see her 1" "No, sir, never did. Here is a capital romance, by &diver, sir, .Rienzi, the last of' the Tribunes.' " "Last of the Tribunes—they hain't stopped printin that pizcn thing, have they 7 there's a pesky lot on 'cm taken up to our settlement ; but they're gittin' sick on't and I don't blieve they'll Stan' it a grut while longer, any how." "Nell, here's a book on travels, perhaps will please you, 'Cheever's Pilgrim in the Shadow of the Jungfrau.' " "Jung what ?" "Jungfran—a mountain—one of the Alps," " Well, if I ever heerd a mountain called by sich a name as that afore." "It is a very interesting work, indeed, sir; it is said-to be a—" " I •xpcct it is, but I guess I shan't go into it now." "I am afraid, sir, we shall be unable to please you. I've named over some of our best light readmg. Here is one more, however, a novel by James." "Jim who?" "Mr. James, the celebrated writer—it is called .11eidelberg." "Straddlebug! I don't want none uf your Strad dlebtig novels. Look-a-here, now, haint you gut the life and adventur's of Jemimy Wilke'son, or Stephen Burroughs, or Intel Putman, or any o' them 'ere old chaps I want suth'thin real sa- ISE "Somothinig of that kind ?" " Yes, stith•thin on the thunder and lightnin' order." "We've got the very work, sir—this is it; 'The Cast le of Ehrenstain'—it's all full of ghost stories." "That's yer sort—throw her over—what's the damage ?" "Twenty-five cents." "Real savige, is it?" " Yes, sir—blue as an indigo bag." "There's your speller. If I don't go right burn and read it all strut through."—Batacia Spirit of the Times. Braw-or OF MttLEnism.—A year or two ago, when the Millcrite fanaticism was at its height, Mr. B—, an eccentric old gentleman in one of our western towns, was walking in the hall of the village inn, listening at the same time, to the talk of a distinguished "disciple," who was prophesying the prompt fulfilment of Miller's calculations, Mr. B. stopped, and in his short bitter way, asked: Do you really think now the world is soon corn. ing to an end 1' Certainly, I do.' And on the twenty-fifth of April 7 , As much, sir, as I believe in my own existence. 'And you really pretend to believe there's to he a regular smash of the whole world in less than three weeks 1' ' Yes, sir.' Well, sir, I'm d—d glad of it! I consider this experiment of Man a mtserable failure, and the sooner it is broken up the better !' Saying this, the old gentleman stalked. off, mut. tcring imprecations on the human race in genera:. —Knickerbocker. I=l= Denman: A Posrrion.--An elderly maiden lady, with a pride above being dependent upon a wealth ier relation, retired daily to her chamber to pray for a comfortable compentency, which she always explained in these words, with a more clorated voice : "And least. 0! lord,thou should not understand what I moan, I mean four hundred a year, paid quarterly." An apple tree on the farm of William Thurber. 2d, now in blossom for the third time this ! A.buneh of the flowers bare • been sent us by Mr. T.—Pror. Herald. [WHOLE NUMBER. 911 THE DEMAGOGUE.—The mere politican is tho pest of our civil and political system. His motto is "policy is the best honesty, and all is fair in poli tics." He searches for the faults of his opponents, and is blind to the perception of virtue or disinter estedness. He believes that every man has his price and sells himself to the highest bidder. He be lieves honesty and disinterestedness " all humbug," yet no man can talk more vociferously of his own patriotism and sincerity than himself. With most obsequious bow and oily compliments for every one who has patronage or suffrage, he goes about with cat-like step, and caves.dropping ear ever open to the first whisperings of rumor; his stealthy eye, like that of the lurking snake, peering for its unsus pecting victim. To compass his object he will crawl like a worm in the dirt, or wallow like a crocodile through mud and mire, and is so much like the snake that he can't move in a right line.— He goes with his party as the pilot fish does with the shark, that he my have its leavings. Char acter with him is nothing; to reach his object, ha would trample his opponents in the duet ; yea, like tire hyena, exhume the dead and dispoil the sepul chre. He can quote scripture and sing psalms with the pious, b a ndy oaths and low jests wit h black guards, and walk arm in arm with a ruffian. He is the artful dodger who, as he strides the fence, shakes hands on both sides, and courts a bid. Ho knows all the tactics and appliances of party, and how to excite the passions and prejudices of the rabble, and "squats like a toad" whispering in the car of power. The adroit shuffler and critter of the political pack; the panderer to cliques and regencies he cares not what becomes of his country, so that he gets a share of the loaves and fishes. Catalino would have made him his most confidential con. spirator, while he would have been the first to for sake or betray him; better villains ascend the scaf fold, while he mounts the political ladder, and even warms himself in the President's Cabinet. EMZ:= A SINGLE COMBAT AT I.''ATERLOO.—A powerful Highlander, Lieut. John Stuart, made himself con spicuous by a hand.to.hand encounter, which, had he been less active and resolute, must have proved his last. During ens of those lulls which occur in all general actions, Stuart and his men lay, in skirmishing order, behind a hedge. About sixty or a hundred yards in front of them, lining in liko manner a ditch or hollow, a body of French timil leurs had taken post, and each party continued for a while to watch without molesting the other. At lust a French officer rose out of his own ditch, and, either because he really desired to encourage his men, or for the mere purpose of bravado, advanced some space in their front, waved his sword. It would have been easy enough to pick him oft for the Rifles needed no instruction as marksmen in those days; but Stuart would not premit that; on the contrary, his orders were, "Men, keep quiet!" while he himself sprang through the hedge, and ran to meet the French officer. The latter did not shun the duel. He, too, was a tall and amive.look ing man, and in his rapier he had a decided adian. toga over Stuart, who was armed with a very crooked sabre which it was the fashion in those days fur officers of the Rifle corps to carry. The combatants met, and so badly tempered was Stuart's weapon, that, at the first pass, it broke off not far from the hilt. The Frenchman saw his advantage, and prepared to use it. He flourished his sword as if in defiance, and made a lunge at his advcsary's body, which, however, the Highland er received in his left. arm, and, before a second thrust could be administered, the two men close• It was the struggle of a moment, and no more— Stuart bore his enemy to thlt earth, and, with the piece of his sabre, slew him.—Gleig's Battle of Waterloo. I=l 'FRENCH ANECDOTE OF ENGLISH LIBERTY.--11l Certain eel de sac in London, the houses arc prop ped up by beams across the street; such a conveni ence was irresistible to the English penchant for hanging, and in the month of November it was no uncommon thing tosoe four or five gentlemen sus pended side by side; this attracted the notice of the police; who stationed a sentry to put a stop to the practice ; lie was not long at his post before a gen tleman approached, and deliberately threw his rope over the beam, and begin to adjust it ; the sentinel observed, "Sir, it is not permitted to hang here,' "How !" exclaimed the other, " not permitted to hang Pray, what has become of English liberty t" = CAP PATETL—This term, an abrevintion of fools cap, is detived from the water mark introduced upon paper by t he parliament of the Commonwealth, whioh was a foolscap and bells, in mockery of the Royal arms first used as water mark by Charles Ist. Hence the term fooltesp paper subsiding into "cap." Post paper was so called in contradistinc. Lion because used to send by "post" or mail. COOO t—A. poor little girl had one of her fingers badly injured by a " Straw Cutter" at the Fair of the American Institute last. week. Her ease excit. cd much sympathy, and in addition to the dona tions from visitors the entire receipts of Satur day, the last day of the fair, were generally ap propriated for her benefit, by the managers. From these sources she was put in possession of the munificent sum of $l,5OO!—N. Y. Express. .1.4 II 4,!..0.11,••••-- A dozen children may *cern a large family with our folks who are moderate, remarked Mrs. Part. ingtnn ; but my poor dear husband used to tall a. story of a woman in some part of the world whore he stopped one night, who had nineteen children in five years; or five children in 19 years, I don't to. collect which, but L remember it was one or 'tether. 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