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"WE GO WHERE DEMOCRATIC PRINCIPLES POINT THE WAV; WHEN THEY CEASE TO LEAD, WE CEASE TO FOLLOW
"BY JOHN G. GIVEN.
EBENS13URG, THURSDAY, MAY 30, 1830.
VOL. G. AO. 31
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MISCEILAITEOU
SELF SACRIFICE;
OR
THE YO UNO LIE UTENA NT.
The "days of chivalry," in the steel-armor
and horse-praacing sense of the
phrase, have .doubtless passed away in
the limbo reserved for all social extrava
gances; but the spirit which, in the eyes
of thoughtful rnen, redeemed its else vain
shows and tinsel. accessories from unmiti.
gated contempt, interlused with the pro
saic drama of conventional modern life,
survives in more than all its ancient vigor,
and from time to time gleams forth, and
illumes the sombre hues of our neutral
tinted civilization with the brilliant pris
matic colors of the day. In other words,
there are indeed constantly enacted in this
matter-of-fact world of ours which, for
real heroism, have no parallel in the glit
tering annals of plumed and painted chiv
alry. A romantic episode in the life of a
gallant and well-known sea officer for
the exact verity of which I, and indeed
many others still living, can vouch-affords
I think, a vivid illustration of this brief
text.
Francis Travers, as I shall call him,
was the only son of a worthy and some
what eccentric gentleman of Devonshire,
who had passed the greater part of an ac
tive and successful life in the naval ser
vice of the East India Company. He
retired from active pursuits at the for
this bustling go-ahead country early age
of fifty-five; and having securely invested
the savings of his life amounting to
about twenty thousand pounds in the
funds; retired to an old fashioned rustic
residence called Marlands, to enjoy in
leisured solitary dignity he had long
been a widower the remainder of his
allotted days. His house, in common with
those of most retired seamen, was speedi-
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decorated with a wind-vane anu a nag-
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staff on which was frequently exhibited
bunting of every hue and device known
and recognized beneath the run; but even
with the help of these interesting time
killers, the hours passed slowly and hea
vily with the old mariner, and it was soon
?bundantly evident that to be thus ever
lastingly anchored, stranded in one spot,
was ruinous to his health as well as tem
per. He grew daily more and more rest
less, fidgetty, and irritable, and drank a
great de'al more than he had been accus
tomed to. Finally, on the very morning
after the news arrived that his son had
creditably passed for a lieutenant in the
Royal Navy, Mr. Travers was found
dead and cold in his bed. The coroner's
inquest recorded that he died by the "visi
tation of God."
Lieutenant Travers, the sole heir of his
father's wealth, was at this time a fine
specimen of a well educated, intelligent
naval officer; and rich, well looking, and
of robust health, might be fairly looked
upon as an extremely fortunate person,
whom in all probability a brilliant, cloud
less future awaited. In the young offi
cer's own opinion however, all these aids
and appliances were nothing if they failed
to obtain for him the one sole object, after
professional fame, of his ambition -the
hand of the beautiful girl by whom, since
his first visit to his father at Marlands, his
whole being heart, soul, sense had
been engrossed. His admiration of Mary
Wharton was perhaps all the more enthu
siastic and iutense from having remained
as yet stricdy confined to his own breast.
His heart alone knew and brooded over
its own secret, and was likely, it seemed,
to do so for an indefinite time to come,
inasmuch as the daring sailor, who has
already been twice wounded in desperate
boat expeditions upon which he had vol
unteered, doubted much whether he sho'd
ever muster sufficient audacity to disclose
his passion even to the fair lady herself.
It is the faith or imagination of the
worshipper which invests the idol or the
shrine with its traneendent attributes; and
often as Francis Travers had counted up
his own advantages videlicet, a person
which ever hi a modesty would not but
admit was nft one to frighten the gentler
sex; a professional reputation for skill and
daring; and now, since the death of his
father, a handsome fortune he pronoun
ced them all mere dross and rags when
weighed against the divine perfections of
thelntr 1 ; voru. flmihtful whether anv
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other human being would have arrived at
the same conclusion. Mary Wharten was
indeed an amiable, graceful girl; and her
beauty, if not of the brilliant kind which
at first view dazzles the beholder, was
scarcely less ultimately dangerous in its
Pensive thoughtfulness, and in the beseech
ing gentleness which, gleaming from out
lhe transparent depths-of her deep blue
eyes, tinted the pale, finely turned cheek
hh varying charms. But excepting this
beauty of expression more than of form,
and an unquestionably amiable temper
and disposition she had really nothing to
-oast. 01 worldly fortune she would not
possess one shilling, and was neither fash
ionable or wealthily . connected. Her fa
ther, Sir Richard Wharton a spendthrift,
gambling baronet, of old creation, it is
true, but bankrupt alike in health and
fortune, known, in fact to be overwhelmed
with" debt was scarcely very desirable
as a father-in-law; and yet Francis Trav
ers, as lie took leave of Lady Wharton and
her daughter, after attending his father's
funeral, could not help wondering, as he
gazed upon the fair, gentle girl, and felt
her calm reservedness of tone and manner
sweep coldly across his beating heart, at
his presumptious folly of having loved
A bright, particular star,
And thought to wed it.
So strange are the tricks which the blind
god sometimes plays with the eyes. and
understandings of his more enthusiastic
votaries.
The frig-ate to which Lieutenant Trav
ers was first appointed, after knocking
about the channel through the winter,
picking up a few trifling prizes, was or
dered to Portsmouth, to be overhauled,
and have her defects made good; but being
found thoroughly infected with dry rot,
I was put out of commission and ultimately
broken up. The brush oft 1 rafalgar had
crippled Napoleon's marine; and as the
breeze with Brother Jonathan had not yet
sprung up, lieutenants were in .somewhat
less request than usual, and Travers took
up his abode at Marlands, undisturbed for
a considerable time by intimation orcom-
, mand from the Admirality. Mary Whar
ton, more beautiful, more interesting than
ever, received him, he imagined, with
much more cordial frankness than former,
ly; Lady Wharton seemed pleased with
his return; whilst Sir Richard who, he
instinctively felt, had long since penetra
ted his secret, and with whom by the
way, he had always been a great favorite,
expressed unqualified pleasure at seeing
him. What wonder, then, that the illu
sions dispelled by former coldness should
reappear beneath the genial warmth of
such a reception? There was no rival in
the case; of that he felt assured. Indeed,
with the exception of the Rev. Edmund
Hartford, curate of the Parish church, and
Mary's cousin, Lady Wharton and her
daughter lived in Archer's Lodge in almost
entire seclusion. Sir Richard for three
fourths of the year resided in London, and
when visiting Devonshire, surrounded him
self with associates whose manners and
pursuits were anything but congenial with
those of his wife and daughter. As to the
curate, accomplished scholar and eloquent
devine as he was, and much as Miss Whar
ton seemed to take pleasure in his varied
and brilliant conversation not more how
ever, than did her mother and Travers
himself any notion of marriage with him
was, the lieutenant felt, quite out of the
question. Edmund Harford's salary as
curate was only about ninety pounds a
year he had no influential connexions to
push him on in the church and Travers
thought he had ill read human character
if Lady Wharton, did any chance exist
of Mary allying herself with poverty and
wretchedness, would permit an intercourse
likely to have so fatal a result. Thus rea
soning, believing, hoping, Travers surren
dered himself unresistingly to the influ
ence by which he was enthralled. He
walked, .fished, played at billiards with
the baronet, paiticipated freely in the va
rious modes for killing time, except ga
ming, and awaited with tortuiing anxiety
a favorable moment for terminating the
feverish doubts which, reason as he might,
still haunted him incessantly. A circum
stance, sudden, unexpected, and terrible,
cut short his hesitation, and pushed him
to a decision he might have else delayed
for months perhaps years.
A dispute arose late one night between
Sir Richard Wharton and one of his com
panions respecting alleged unfair play at
cards. Injurious epithets were freely in
terchanged; and, after a fruitless attempt
by the persons present to adjust the quar
rel amicably, an appeal to the arbitrament
of the pistol, was arranged for an early
hour the next morning. The meeting
took place, and both combattants were
wounded at the first fire Sir Richard as
it proved mortally.
The baronet was hastily conveyed to
the nearest public house, and such medi
cal aid as the locality afforded was in
stantly procured. On examining the
wound, which was in the chest, and bled
internally, the surgeon at once informed
the sufferer that nothing could be done tft
prolong, much less to save his life.
"I thought so felt so!" murmured the
unfortunate gentleman, with white lips,
"Accursed chance!" A few moments af
terwards he added, "How long, think you,
my life this agony may last?"
"Not long; an hour perhaps-no more."
"So soon! I must be quick then. Let
the room be cleared at once of all except
my servant. James," he added, as soon
as his orders were obeyed, "hasten to
Marlands to Mr. Travers; tell him I must
see him instantly. Be swift, for more
than life depends upon your speed!"
For the next half hour the groans
wrenched from the dying man, in his fast
closing struggle' witli the terrible foe that
held him in his iron grasp, were alone
heard in the apartment; and then hurrying
feet sounded along the passage, and Lieu
tenant Travers greatly excited, rushed in.
"Can this terrible intelligence be true?"
he breathlessly exclaimed, "that you are"
"Dying? Yes; a few more pulsations,
my young friend, and that which men
call life will be past, and I shall be noth
ing!" "May not something be still attempted?
Where is the surgeon?"
"Gone, by my orders. You, Francis
Travers, can alone aid me in this extrem
ity." "I! What can you mean?"
"Not, indeed, to save my life that is
past lumping for; but to rescue an ancient
name, which I have already tarnished,
from indelible disgrace and infamy. You
love Mary Wharton?"
,As my own soul!" replied Travers,
flushing scarlet.
"I have long known it. You are aware
that the estates go to my nephew,and that
she is portionless?"
"Perfectly; but that is a circumstance'
"How much per annum of clear avail
able income do you possess?" interrupted
Sir Richard quickly.
So strange a question at such a moment
startled Travers; but, after a moment's
pause, he replied, "Including my profes
sional income, about a thousand a year."
"Enough! Hand me a glass of water.
1 Now, come nearer, Travers, for my eyes
! grow dim, and my speech, beneath the cho
' king grasp of this fell death is faint and dii
! ficult. You know that Lady Wharton and
J myself, though occasionally residing under
: one roof, have been for many years thor
I oughly estranged from each other. For
this I know the world blames me, and I
admit, quite justly. Well, the world, wise
and prayiug as it is, yet neither knows or
guesses a thousandth part of the wrong I
have done my wife and child!"
"Sir Richard!"
"When Lmarriea Ellen Harford, her
fortune secured to her by settlement, was
invested in the funds in her maiden name;
the annual interest amounted to about eight
hundred pounds"
"Perhaps not. This revenue Lady
Wharton has constantly drawn, half yearly
through Chila's banking house. It was
devoted by her to the maintenance of our
establishmant. A few months since, I
bend lower, that I may hiss the accursed
confession in your ear! I, pressed by !
enormous gaming debts, and infatuated by j
a belief that I might, had 1 the means of
pla) ing for large stakes, retrieve my losses
forged do you hear? -forged my wife's
name to a warrant of attorney, drew out
the entire capital, played with and lost all!
And now now," cried the miserable man
with spasmodic violence, "you know all
know that by my act my wife, my child
are paupers, beggars homeless friend
less and but for you without resource or
hope!"
"Merciful powers! can this be true?"
"As death!" rejoined the baronet, his
h.usky accents again sinking to a feeble
whisper. "And you on whom I counted,
hesitate, I see, to save my name from in
famy, even though the reward be Mary
Wharton"
"Say not so!" passionately exclaimed
Travers. "But how by what means can
I conceal can I"
"Easily. Continue to pay the dividend
as usual through Child's till "you are
wherc are you? till you are
married.
Lady Wharton will live'with you an
rv, till till You understand?"
d Ma-
"I think I do," stammered Travers.
But "
"That's well!" A silence of several
minutes succeeded, followed by incoherent
murmurs, indicating that the senses of the
dying man were wandering. "ColcLcold
and dark! Looed! and upon three
trumps! Light the candles: we cannot
see the cards! Ah! what shapes are these?
Ellen, Mary! so stern, too, now that Tra
vers has promised has promised has
promised " The death rattle choked
his utterence, and in a few minutes Sir
Richard Wharton had ceased to live.
About three weeks after the funeral of the
deceased baronet, Lieut. Travers received
a letter on serv ice, from the Admiralty, an
nouncing his appointment to a crack frig
ate fitting for sea at Portsmouth, and di
recting him to report himself on board im
mediately. This summons rendered fur
ther delay or hesitation impossible He
could not leave Marlands without coming
to a frank explanation with Lady and
Miss Wharton, and he resolved it should
take place that very morning. Not a syl
lable had j et passed hiu lips relative to the
extraordinary disclosures made by Sir
Richard Wharton in his last moments, or
to the wishes he had expressed icgardiu"'
his daughter. In the .event, .Travers men
tally argued, ot the acceptance of his suit
by 3Iiss Wharton and her mother, there
could be no reason for concealment from
them; they would not betray the late baro
net's disgraceful secret. At all events he
would not, by first revealing to Mary
Wharton that she was penniless, and af
terwards pr'offerring her his hand and for
tune, seem to wish to purchase her con
sent to a union with him. Full of these
cogitations and resolves, he arrived at Ar
cher's Lodge, where to his extreme aston
ishment, he found the servants packing up
the furniture as for immediate removal.
He hurried to the breakfast room, where
he found Lady Wharton and her daughter
both busily engaged arranging books, mu
sic, and papers.
"What is the meaning of this?" he de
manded with intense agitation. "Surely
you are not leaving Archer's Lodge? '
"Indeed -we are, Mr. Travers," replied
Lady Wharton. "We received a letter
yesterday, accepting an offer we had made
for the lease of a house in Wales, close to
Edmund's new curacy, which he says will
suit us admirably."
"Us Edmund!" gasped Travers.
"Mary, love, place these papers," said
Lady Wharton, "in the writing desk in
my dressing room. Mr. Travers, she ad
ded, as the door closed, "you are ill. The
walk has perhaps fatigued you. Let me
give you a glass of wine."
"No no no! What is it you say?
Mary -Edmund! Speak, and quickly;
my brain turns."
"I feared this," said Lady Wharton
soothingly, as she approached and gently
took his hand; "and perhaps I have been
to blame in delaying the explanation which
must now be made."
"What explanation, relative to whom?"
"To Mary and her cousin, Edmund
Harford."
"Ha!"
"They are betrothed lovers, and have
been so, with my consent for many
months. Liston to me calmly, Mr. Tra
vers," continued Lady Wharton terrified
by the wild expression of the young man's
eyes. "Mary some time since wished me
to give j'ou my confidence. . I hesitated;
for, alas! bitter experience has taught me
to place but little reliance on the faith of
men. I was wrong I see; but pray try to
calm yourself."
"Go on go on. Let me at least know
all the worst, the worst!"
"I will be frank with you. The failing
health of Sir Richard Wharton has for
some time warned me that but a brief space j
remained to him on earth. The frightful
catastrophe of the other day but hastened
his end, in all probability, by only a few
months. Mary's sole dependence was, in
that event, I knew, the marriage portion
secured to me, the interest of which a-
mounts to something over eight hundred
pounds per annum."
"I know 1 have heard,"
"Indeed!"
"Yes; but no matter.
Proceed, I
beg
"The possesion of an income in my own
right, amply sufficient for the needs of an
unambitious household, warranted mo, I
conceived, in consenting to Mary's en
gagement with her cousin, whom she has
known from childhood, and of whose
worth no one can speak too highly. My
silence and reserve have, I perceive, Mr.
Travers, misled you; but forgive me; I did
not know I could not perceive'
"Let me pass madam," exclaimed Tra
vers, disengaging his hand, and staggering
towards the door, "I will retnrn pres
ently." A whirlwind of emotion was sweeping
through his brain as he hurried from the
house into the adjoining shrubbery.
Wounded affection, despair and compas
sion tugged at his heart, and ruled it by
turns. The open air helped to cool "and
revive him; and after about au hour's bit
ter conflict with himself, he returned to
where he had left Lady Wharton. She
was still there.
"May I have your laayship's permission
to see Miss Wharton alone for a few min
utes?" Lady Wharton appeared surprised at the
request, but at once acceded to it, "I will
send her to you immediately," she replied
and left the room.
A considerable period elapsed, before
MissJWharton, tremblingly, blushing, pain
fully agitated, almost, indeed to tears en
tered the apartment.
"Pardon my freedom my importunity
Miss Wharton," said Traverse, in as calm
a tone as he could command, as he led her
to a seat, and placed himself beside her.
"I have a question to ask you of the last
importance to you as 10 myself, and I en
treat you to answer it frankly as to a
brother."
The lady bowed, and the lieutenant pro
ceeded with somewhat more firmness.
"You arc, I am informed, dependent as
to fortune upon Lady Wharton. Is it then
I would ask, of pour own free choice and
will that you are contracted to your cousin
to the Rev. Mr. Harford? Nay, Lady,
be not offended at my boldness. It is in
virtual compliance with the injuctions of
Sir Richard Wharton, expressed in his last
moments, that I ask this question."
The momentary glance of indignant sur
prise passed from Alary Wharton's face at
the mention of her father's name. Her suf
fused eyes weie 3gain bent on the ground
whilst the rich color came and went on
fier cheek as she replied in a low agitated
voice "Edmund and I have known, have
been attached almost betrothed, to each
other from childhood"
"Enough, Miss Wharton," said Travers
hastily rising; "l will not trespass further
on your indulgence. May all good angels
guard and bless you!" he added, seizing
her hand and passionately kissing it; "and
for your sake, him Farewell! ' He hur
ried from the house, and the same evening
took coach for London, made the nccessa
ry arrangement for continuing the payment
of Lady Wharton's dividend through
Childs, as before; then proceeded to Ports
mouth, and joined his ship, which a few
days afterwards sailed for the South Amer
ican station.
Lady Wharton and her daughter re
moved, as they had intimated, to Wales,
where Edmund Harford had obtained a
curacy, scarcely of sojmuch money-value
as that which he had left in Dovonshrie.
After the lapse of a twelvemonth he was
married to Mary Wharton; still,however,
retaining his curacy as a means cf useful
ness. The union was a happy one. In
the enjoyment of an amply sufficient in
come, aud soon begirt with joyous infancy,
their da's fled past in tranquil happiness;
and each succeeding year, as it rolled
over them in their beautiful retreat, aug
mented wi:h some new blessing their
sum of wordly felicity If a thought of
the noble-hearted man to whom they were
unconsciously so deeply indebted crossed
their minds, it was chief! j- when a present
for one of the children, of some rich or
curious produce of distant climes an ived,
or a gazette of that stirring period one of
the bold deeds which rapidly advanced
Lieutenant Travers to pest captain's rank.
Peace, for which the harrassed, trampled
world had so long sighed, was at last pro
claimed, and Edmund Harford, who cor
responded with CapatainTravers, thought
it possible he might pay them a visit j
perhaps take up his abode in the neigh- j
borhood, for Marlands, the' know, had
long since been disposed of. He, however, i
came not; and the next letter received an- j
nounced that he had joined the expedi- i
tion against Algiers.'under Lord Exmouth.
Tidings of the triumph of the British fleet
over that celebrated nest of pirates reached
them in due season, accompanied by vic
tory's ever present crimson shadow the
list of killed and wounded, Harford
j glanced anxiously at the column, and an
exclamation of dismay and sorrow broke
from him Captain Travers was returned
"mortally wounded!" Greatly pained and
shocked as they all were by this intelli
gence, they were some days before they
knew how deep cause they had for grief.
About a fornight, it might have been, af
terwards, Mr. Harford by Lady Wharton's
directions wrote to Messrs Child to inquire
the reason the iast halfyeai's dividend had
not been forwarded as usual. The answer
revtalinf the crime ofSirllicherd Whar
ton, the heroic sacrifice of Travers, and
their own utter worldly ruin stunned,
overwhelmed them! "The reported
death of Captain Travers," the bank
ers wrote, after fully explaining the
source from which, since the death of
Richard Wharton, the remittances had
been derived, "and a consequent claim to
his property by a distant relative, as heir
at law, necessarily precluded them from,
continuing the haif-yearly payments."
All emotions of admiration, wonder
gratitude, excited by the discovery, were
soon absorbed by consternation at the
prospect before them suddenly deprived
as they were, by the stroke ol an en
chanter's wand, of their imaginary
wealth. Our children!" exclaimed
Mrs. Harford, with tearful vehemence,
"what will become cf them, nurted as
they liave been in ease and luxury?"
"God will provide both for them and
us, Mary," replied her husband. If we
excise out faith and patience, but 1 have
no fear; but my heart swells to think that
that noble minded man should have pas
sed away unassured, unconscious of our
deep gratitude and esteem."
"Do not deem me selfish, Edmund," re
j joined Mrs. Harford. "I feci his gener
ous kindness as deeply as yourself. It is
for our children am anxious not for
myself; not even for j'ou."
"I3e assured," sain Lady Wharton, re
covering from her panic, that Captain
Travers has not neglected to provide for
Slirli n mviKnlili) rrit in rr t in fii nmf'S-
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sion as sudden death. His unselfish cvo
tediicts to you, Mary, will shield you and
yours from beyond the grave: of that, ba
satisfied."
Lady Wharton was not mistaken, in her
judgment of the character of Captain Tra
vers. By the very next pest a letter at.
rived, under cover of Messrs. Child, from
a solicitor, informing them that by a will
executed by Captain Travers on thesamo
day that he had directed the banks to re
mit lh usual amount of Lady Wharton,
the whole nmou-nt of thn p-opeity of which
he "might dia possessed was bequeathed
to Mary Harford, for her sole use and.
benefit, and not passing by marnaga to
the husband. "The instant official news
of the death of Captain Travers arrived,"
it was added, "probate would be at once
obtained on his will, and the proper steps
taken to put .Mrs. Harford in possession
of the legacy." All doubts were speedi
ly set at rest. A carriage drove slowly
up the avenue one evening, just as it was
growing dusk, and Mr. Harford was in
formed that a gentleman wUhed to speak
with him. He hastened out. and a pa le,
mutilated figure extended its hand to him,
exclaiming, in a feeble voice, Edmuud!
Do you know me?"
"Captein Travers! almost shouted Har
ford. "Can it indeed be you? "A piece
of me, Edmund," replied the wounded
officer, with an effort to smile. "I am
come to ask permission," he added in a
graver tone, "to die here; I shall not, I
think, be refused?"
He survived for several months, minis
tered to with tendcrest sohcitued by Mrs.
Harford and her husband. The last tones
that sounded in his ear were those of Ed-mund-Harford,
reading with choking voic
the prayers of the church for tbe dying:
the last object his darkening eyes distin
guished was the tearful countenance cf
the beloved of his youth and manhood,
the laslword his lips uttered was hernamu
Mahv!
Family Quarrels.
Ral or Mouse. Wc once heard the fa
mous Lorenzo Dow, in a summer which
we shall never forget, relate a story in il
lustration of the folly of family disagree
ments, and the fact that family quarrels
arn, frequently the effect of passionate and
unyielding tempers, exvited by the most
trivial incidents.
I know said he, an exceedingly happy
and affectionate young couple, who had
but recently commenced housekeeping in
all the luxury of newly wedded love, and
elegant plenty.
As they sat together in thtir parlor ex
changing the little tender nothings of recip
rocal love, a sleek little mouse ran across
the apartment.
My love,' cried the lady, 'did you sec
see that mouse?'
4I saw it my dear, replied the husband
'but it was a rat.'
'Oh no, love,' said the wife, it certain
ly was a mouse.
Madam, I tell you it was a rat, thun
dered the husband.
'It was a mouse,' asserted the lady, 'I
saw it very distinctly.'
t'l saw it also madam, and my eyes at
as good as you rs."
Your eyes may be as good sir, tbut if
they are, your judgement is not.'retorled
the lady. And so, said Dow, the quarrel
progressed, until the couple so incensed
each other, that they separated.
The mutal friends succeded in effect
ing a reconciliation, and the harmony ot af
factioa seemed resfored, but one evening
as they sat chattiug,'toying and sayng how
mnch they loved, the wife remarked.
' IJow foolish it w:ts for us to have such
a quarred abut that silly mouse."
Mouse!" cried the husband, "I say it
was a rat!"
So tbe qnarrel was renewed, and the
loving pair separated the second time.
Now, reader, if you are quarrelsome,
hero is an examplcfor you. You see that
although the creature's oeing rat or
mouse, was n-A of the h-ast cor.sequenco
to the parties, or any tody close, her Oi
hereafter, it was yet suliicient to stub
born, unyielding spirits so much as to
distort young love, and sever the holy
bjnds of conjugal affection.
"Mind hotv Talk you i" Hoys. On
Saturday last a "breach of promise to
marry" case was tried in the Court ot
Common Pleas at present in session in
this city. The dpfendent had promised to
take a "young lady 'to be his lawful wife;'
but afterwards repented his choice, and
married 'a gal more to his liking.'- This
wc believe to be a full statement of the
case. Damages fur the plaintiff, $1,600.
Stubenvillc Messenger.
What literary men would a man name,
on looking at a house on fire? Dieken?,
llowitt, Burns.
lie who thinks'too much ol hmuelt will
be in danger of being forgotten by the rcjt
of the world.