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VOLUME VIII.
EBEiXSBUM, THURSDAY; MAY 27, 1852.
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Kloqumee of Kossiitli.
Kossuth thus commenced a speech delivered
in St. Louis, on the 15th of March. As a spe
cimen of the imaginative, it is perhaps unsur
passed in proee in the English language :
Ladies and Gentlemen : To-day is the Fourth
Anniversary of the Revolution of Hungary.
Anniversaries of Revolutions are almost al
ways connected with the recollection of some
patriots, death-fallen on that day, like the Spar
tans at Thermopybo, martyrs of devotion to
their fatherland.
Almost in every country there is some proud
catafalk, or some modest tombstone, adorned
on such a day by a garland of evergreen, the
j ioue offering of patriotic tenderness.
I passed the last night in a sleepless dream.
And my soul wandering on the 'magnetic wings
.f the past, home to my beloved bleeding land,
I saw in the dead of night, dark veiled shapes
with the paleness of' eternal grief upon their
end brow, but terrible in the fearless silence of
that grief, gliding over the churchyard of Hun
gry, ami kneeling down on the head of the
grave, and depositing the pious tribute of green
and cypress upon them, and after a prayer ri
sing with clenched fists, and gnashing teeth,
stftlinf? awnv fearless and :lent ns
they came ; stealing away because the blood
hounds of my country'n murderers larked from
every corner on that night and on this day, and
lead to prison those who dare to show a pious
remembrance to the beloved. To-day a smile
on the lips of a Magyar is taken for a crime of
defiance to tyranny, and a tear in his eye is
equivalent to a revolt. And yet I have seen
with the eye of my home wandering soul, thou
sands performing the work of patriotic virtue-
And I saw more. When the pious offerers
had stolen away, I saw the honored dead half
rise from their tombs looking to the offerings, and
whispering gloomily, "still a cypress, and still
no flower of joy ! Is there still the chill of win
ter and the gloom of night over thco, Father
land ? Are we not yet revenged !" and the
Eky of the east reddened suddenly, and boiled
with bloody flames, and from the far, far we6t
a lightning flashed like a star spangled stripy
and within its light a young eagle mounted and
eoared towards the bloody flames of the east
and as he drew near, upon his approaching, the
lotting flames changed into a radiant morning
6un, and a voice from above was heard in an
swer to the question of the dead :
'Sleep yet a short while mine i6 the revenge!
I will make the stare of the west, the sun of
the east and when ye next awake, ye will find
the flower of joy upon your cold bed."
And the dead took the twig of cypress, the
sign of resurrection, into their bony hands and
lay down.
Description of onr Saviour.
The Boston Journal says that the following
epistle was taken by Napoleon from the public
records of Home when he deprived that city of
60 many valuable manuscripts. It was written
at the time and on the Bpot where Jesus Christ
commenced his ministry, by Tublius Lentullus,
the Governor of Judea, to the Senate of Rome
Caesar, Emperor. It was the custom in those
"lays for the Governor to write home anv event
tf importance which transpired while he held
office:
Conscript Fathers ; There appeared in these
cur days a man named jEsrs Christ, who is yet
uvmg amongst us, and of the Gentiles is acccp
wd as a Propeet of great truth : but ' his own
disciples call him the Son ot" God. He hath
raised the dead, cured all manner of diseases.
TT .
e 19 a man of stature somewhat tall and come
Ti with a very ruddy countenance, such as the
voider may both love and fear. His hair is
color of the filbcrjL when fully ripc plain to
s cars whence downward it is more orient of
color, curling and wavine about his shoulders :
:n tLe middle of his head is a scam of partition
long hair, after the manner of the Nazarites.
Jh3 forehead is plain and delicate ; his face with
out spot or wrinkle, beautiful with acomelvrorf-
'saoseand ttocth are exactly formed: fcU
w-d is of the color of his hair, and thick not
w any grCat ue5gu but forkea; tn reproving.
terrible; in admonishing, courteous; in
peaking, very modest and wise ; in proportion
body, well-shaped. None have seen him
iUgh, but many have seen him 'weep. ' A man,
ni surpassing beauty, excelling the children
From the Louisville Times.
The Dying IVife.
Her raven tresses lay like silken threads
Of solemn night upon the pillow, and
Her breathings faint disturbed their glossy rings,
As evening's low-lyrcd breeze wakes in our
hearts
Emotions sad, yet darkly beautiful.
Upon her cheek death's crimson banner waved,
And thrilled and deepened in its quiv'ring folds,
Foretelling night : the night sublime of death.
And yet a night, sweet starred by faith and
hope.
'Tis when the day is dying lovely day
Of balm and bloom, and glorious love-eyed sky,
And music dripping breeze, and sunshine pure,
And sweet as is the kiss of her, who is
And ever hath been, from our childhood up,
To us, what yon blue sky is to the earth;
The beauty, and the glory of it the
Forever o'er vs, ever watching eye.
'Tis when such day is dying, that those hues
Unwatched and burning deeper on her cheek,
In bright intensity. And when we see
The glory, ire do know that darkness lies
Xot far. And when we see upon the cheek.
Of one beloved, that herald rose, we know
The sun of life goes down behind the tomb !
A strange mild light gleamed o'er the night
time of
Her eyes, those dove-eyes, dreamy, beautiful.
Upon one tiny hand, her burning cheek
Was resting, and the other sweetly fair
Was pressed upon the quiv'ring lips of him
Who knelt beside her, like a storm rocked oak,
Whose giant arms writhe in their trial fierce,
And moan to the rude blast, which tears away
The tender ivy, that grew up, and threw
Its graceful, loving arms about it, and
Bedecked "its rough bark sweetly o'er." Upon
His cheek there were no tears, nor in those eyes
Where woe'6 hot drop seemed burning ; but a
look
Of agonized affection swept his brow,
And scattered desolation in its track.
The morning breeze, sweet with the charities
Of fWwcrs, through his clustering chesnut hair
I'layed like a dewy-fingered angel ; yet
lropped not its blessed balm upon his brain.
The silken lashes for a moment slept
Upon her check, as on the summit clouds
The tree-tops slumber dark and still ; one soft
Bright tear stole through the waxen lid, and
wound
Its silvery path along her cheek ; and then
She felt it gently kissed away, and oped
Those eyes to bless him with their tenderness
LiitoU. He silent read the midnight pa;re,
And loved her more far more than life itself.
"Throw back the curtain, Edward, let me see
Once more the lovely earth, and smiling sky.
There, fit thee down again; and give me back
Thy hand, mine own, 1 may not ask it long.
Soon, very soon my pulse will cease to leap
At thy fond pressure, ah, Us 6trange, mc
thinks, That e'en in deatn", thy clasp should not awake
The sleeping nerve, and bid it leap and thrill,
As does the summer-wind awake the vine,
To wave its dark green boughs upon the air.
And soon will thy warm kisses fall upon
A cold unheeding brow, 'tis strange, that thou
Could, st ever kiss me, and I smile not.
The sunshine never yet hath kissed the sea,
Rut it hath been rewarded by a smile,
And thou art sunshine, and wilt sunshine be,
When I no more am bft for thee to shine
Upon. Then will not my cold brow grow warm
And glad beneath thy foni and dear caress ?
Thou'lt call, and Eva will not answer more
Can death's cold ear, be deaf and dull when
thou
Art calling ? Scarcely I believe it, yet
I know, that I am dying; and that soon
They'll lay me -down within the damp dark
earth, Where I no more can see thee, ah methinks,
If thou could'st look upon mo, even there,
The shades would scatter. Thou hast never
bent
Tliine eyes upon me, but to give me light.
And is the grave more mighty than thy smile !
Ah ! me, it is a fearful thing to die,
With human love so wildly pressing through
Our bosoms. It is very hard to go
When thou art near me, and the coils of life
So fearfully restrain their hold on thee.
And cling till death's sharp scythe, snaps one
by one
Asunder. Ere I knew thee, death had not
Unwelcome been, but thou hast brightened life,
Until I fear to turn away from its
Glad waters. Thou hast made life here, almost
Life yonder ; now to die when I have found "i .
Thee; this, this is a trial sore. Yet God
Appoints it, nnd I know my spirits wings
Are plumed for flight, unto that better world
Where Jesus is. 1 would not stay away ; ,
Though thou hafit made existence beautiful,
Yet will I leave it for those happier bowers,
Since Jesus calls. The parting will be shortr"
I know that thou wilt meet me soon. Flow
sweet
Eternity will be beside thee Vr."
She ceased the cold death damp stood on her
brow,
Like night-dews on a withering lily-leaf.
The rose died out upon her cheek, and death
Once more hung out his banner ; and this time
'Twas pale, and chill, and still. The flick'ring
breath
Passed through the parted lips, more faintly
still ;
The hand relaxed its heart-warm clasp, and all
Save that dark eye seemed swiftly passing
To the silent land, yet, it was full of light,
And love, as is the midnight full of stars !
She died: one bitter moan burst from thclips,
Of him, whose brow was but less pale than that
Of her who in her beauty, and. her still
Repose before him lay. Ah I me it is
A bitter, dark-some, hour when all we love
Is melting from our arms. To stand upon
The brink, and see a loved one 'mid the waves,
And feci our arms too short to save ; this, this
Is madness, which our God alone can soothe.
The morning winds played round her marble
brow,
And kissed her chill, pale cheek, yet woke her
not ; ,
It trembled through her wealth of night-like
hair,
, And playfully it lifted the bright locks
The light
eyes, while
they
Were turned in all love's earnestness, upon
That stricken being bowed beside her. And
The clay-cold hand, still like a preciou3 gem,
Lay in its casket his unyielding clasp
There it had died. How lovely death may be.
Upon a dear one dead, methinks, I could
Forever gaze I - ' M. J.
Mount Pleasant, near Danville, Ky.
Latest Dodge.
The passage of the Maine Liquor Law has af
forded excellent food for the wits to sharpen
their masticators on. The following is about as
good a joke as we have yet read. No doubt,
however, but that we shall have occasion to
laugh over many a similar rum incident before
we are many weeks older :
About a fortnight since, a tall specimen of
Yankee manufacture arrived in the good city of
Portland, in the State of Maine, nnd established
himself and luggage at the Elm Hotel.
This luggage consisted of a small valise and a
large oblong box containing, for the inspectors
had examined its contents, a quantity of books,
richly bound, which the proprietor had brought
for the purpose of retailing about the city.
After seeing his property placed in the room
allotted to him, the pedlar made his appearance
at the office with a small volume in his hand.
He glanced his keen, shrewd eye leisurely a
round the room, which contaiued at that mo
ment no one but the clerk and myself.
'Fond of reading?' inquired the pedlar of the
clerk, when he had finished his "observation.
'Don't get any time to read,' replied the clerk.
'I rather guess I've got a book here you'd like to
read,' continued the pedlar, perseveringly.
'What is it?'
Well, it's a right good book, and just right
for the times, too, cause it'll give a man spirit
ual consolation; and they do say that's what a
man can't get very easy in Maine just about
neow.'
'That's very true ; but your consolation, un
fortunately, my friend, does not happen to be
of the right sort.'
There was a cunning ler in the pcdlar'e eye
as lie inquired,
'Fond of the right sort, hey V
When I can get it,' paid th clerk, becoming
interested.
'Guess I shall sell you this book, then,' said
the pedlar, decidedly.
"What is it ; you hav'nt told me the name f
it yet?"
'It's Pilgrim's Progress."
Oh, bother! I've read it at least a dozen
times.
But this is an entirely new edition.'
Oh I i'ts all the same.'
'Beautifully engraved.'
Oh! nonsense I don't want it.'
And so saying he commenced writing again,
visibly annoyed.
Say, yeou, better look at the picters,' con
tinued the pedlar, thrusting the book under his
nose. Ihis movement had an astonishing effect
upon the clerk. He jumped off his chair and
began to examine the volume eagerly ; but much
to my surprise, without opening it. Then seem
ingly satisfied with the scrutiny he asked the
price and purchased it.
Say, yeou' said the pcdlcr, after the bar
gain had been concluded moving towards the
door 'Say, yeou, if any body else should see
that book and want to get another just like it,
eend 'em up to 73 and I'll accommodate 'em just
about as fast as they please.
And exchanging a very queer and mysterious
look with the clerk, the pedlar vanished.
'What on earth made -you buy that book?" I
asked the clerk, as he had gone.
'See here a moment.'
I advanced and looked over his shoulder.
Turning up one end of the book, ho removed a
small slide, and discovered a stopple, which lie
unscrewed and then handed me the book, which
I applied mechanically to my Ynouth.
'What is it ?' asked he, laughing.
'Brandy by jingo !' exclaimed I, pausing to
take breath, and then making tracks for the
door. "Halloo ! where are you going!?'
'Up stairs; it has just struck me that the Fil-
grim's Progress will be an excellent addition ttH
ty tr 1 1 V.n v' ' "" " r
my library
. The next day the pedlcr's stock was exhaust
ed." " '
.. ggkJ 'Father, will you be so kind as1 to re
lieve me of an interesting question called a corT
undrum?'" T "'-
, "I think so. What is it, my son !"
, V'Why is Mr. Jones' drinking saloon like a bad
bill?"
"Well, I can't tell; sonny." - -r r;
"I can, though. It's because you can't pass
itV
"Go right to bed, you forward youth, or I. shall
make a young smasher of you."
S?A Block of Mabble fbom tiie Riveh Men.
The river men of Pittsburgh propose to tho
river men of the entire West and South, to unite
in procuring a block' or blocks, with suitable in
scriptions thereon together with a united sub
scription, to aid in tho construction of the Na
tional Monument in Washington.
That lovingly caressed her cheek.
Had passed from out those starry
Tlic Nations Tlie Xllrmege AV'nr.
jBirmah, against which England has recently
declared war, is a pretty extensive country still,
and though in territorial magnitude, political
importance, and military resources, far inferior
t what it once was, it is nevertheless worth the
trfar.' aud expense of conquering and annex
ing. -That it is to be conquered, is certain ; that
it will be annexed, is probable. John Bull does
not generally do such work by halves, and his
policy in that respect may not perhaps, conflict
with humanity. When as strong a Tower has
resolved to seize a country by the strong hand,
and to keep it, perhaps it is best to do so at
once, making a short and decisive job of it.
Birmah contains two hundred thousand square
miles, and four or live millions of inhabitants,
and will be, therefore, an acquisition of consid
erable importance. It is conterminous, too,
with China, and may furnish hereafter facilities
for approaching the Celestial Empire, should
not the Russians come in and spoil the English
aggrandizement, vhich is in India precisely thaj
of Russia in Eurcpe constant aggression, and
constant acquisitbn of territory. There is no tel
ling where either will stop ; for it is a fa:t, not
fully considered-, perhaps, by the Governments
themselves, whose occupations are chiefly war
and annexation that one annexation creates a
necessity for another, and so on. History is
full of this, and yet those who practice it, do
not always comprehend the jrimum mobile of
their own proceedings.
The war with Birmah is imputed by the Eng
lish to the wrongs done to English merchants at
Rangoon, add to "insults offered to the Honora
ble East Jhdia Company," which last is rather
a singular sort of inculpation, but so it is set
down. i.nd the Honorable Company complains
to the Government at home, and the Government
at home forthwith lets slip the dogs of war for
the purpose of redressing the grevious wrongs
done the merchants, and the insults offered to
the Company. And they will be effectually re
dressed, too. The war will bo a short one, pro
bably, foi the Birmese cannot long resist the
force thaj will be sert againt them.
A London journal says : "It is well nigh im
possible to foresee any other conclusion to the
war tbat has now commenced, and which has
most LidubiousTy been forced upon us by the
wretcled folly of the Birmese authorities, than
an increase of our territory at the expense of
that ot Birmah."
This is being tolerably frank. We do not for
a moment doubt that the "increase"' will take
place, but whether the war has ''most iuduTkusy
been forced" on England, may well be question,
ed. I'he Birmese side of the story y!11 never
be heird, or if it is, will not be headed. The
Birmtse are a "semi-savage" pcojTe, the same
journil says. They arc not Christians, and for
them there is not, of,,course, na matter how
just their cause, their commiseration, or sympa
thy, cr intervention, or material aid. VIbey wilj
be attacked and slaughtered, and subdued and
annexed, nnd there is an end of the matter.
Not one philanthropist, or one orator will raise
his voice in behalf of the oppressed. There will
be no Birmese Kossuth to give a world-wide
publicity to his country's wrongs.
The English journal speaks, too, of "the fa
tality of aggrandizement that pursues" England,
and illustrates that fatality by referring to Scin
de and the Punjaub, which have been annexed
within the last three years. This would be cor
rect, changing one word thirst into fatality.
It says, too : "Having in i possession in India of
a rich and immense empire, with which that of
Alexander the Great was comparatively worth
less, we arc from time to time compelled to ex
tend it, under the penalty of losing it."
We doubt this, too. The argument is an old
one, and is that of the strong. It commenced
with the first case of aggression and annexa
tion, and has been brought forward by all suc
ccedingggrcssors and annexationists that the
Bafety of the empire obliged them to conquer
and to annex all mankind. This was the doc
trine of the Romans, which Augustus showed
to be fallacious by pursuing the policy of defen
ding what they had, rather than of making new
conquests, and his peaceful and glorious, though
.despotic reign, proved his to be the true policy.
Up0n being abandoned by successors, the Em
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pire soon went to decay, and finally to ruin,
.- We add, in conclusion, that already, in times
gone by, the Honorable East India Company has
helped itself very liberally to Burmese territory
-not much less than "one-half, probably ; and
the signs of the times now indicate that the
nihe-r half will coon share' the same fate. At
the conclusion of tho war of 1821-25, the "semi
savage" nafton was made to pay. very dear for
having haof the temerity to venture on-a trial of
strength wifii their civilized and Christian neigh
bors, the EnglieK who certainly prcaciuiAd pro
pagate in the East, most excellent religious
doctrine, but who practice some of the dogmas
of their faith rather loosely, for they are by no
means guiltless of coveting their neighbors' pro
property, and when they covet, they appropri
ate. Washington Globe.
fiQ,A young man, named Abraham Burke lost
his richt arm by an accident at the steam saw
Mill of Wilt & Co., in Harrisburg, on Monday
The lllval Politicians.
About the year 1S30, politics ran very high
in Arkansas. Col. A. II. Sevier was a candi
date for the office of Delegate to Congress, and
Ben Desha was his opponent.
J udge Andrew Scott was a warm friend of
Desha, and bitterly hostile to Sevier. He had a
neighbor living about fifteen miles from him, on
the "far" side of the Galley creek, named Lo
gan, commonly called "stuttering Jim Logan,"
who was exactly "wice wersey" in his politics,
and so frequent had been their encounters, that
the two neighbors had come cordially to hate
each other.
One pleasant morning in the spring, when the
sun shone out warmly, and nature was green
and fresh after a heavy rain of two or three
days' duration, Logan went down from his house,
through the little strip of creek bottom, to the
bank of the creek, and sat himself down on a
"lick log," musing, perhaps, as Col. Jack Mc
Carty once said, "oi the tvancthenthe of all thub
lunary things."
The creek was about twenty yards wide, and
the rain had raised it so that it was 6wimming,
covered with loam, and running lik a mill race
with a full head of water. Where the road
crossed, on the edge of which Logan was sitting,
was the only opening in the woods, which frin
ged the stream on each side. Above and below
the trees leaned over, and their branches hung
gracefully in tho water, and swung to and fro in
the swift current.
After Logan had sat there awhile, Judge Scott
came riding down the road on the other side, but
halted when he reached the water's edge, and
looked across without saying anything, but look
ed as he thought, "Blame you if it's swimming
why don't you say so ?" Logan took out big
jack-knife, split a piece from the lick log, and
commenced whittling it, looking steadily towards
Scott all the while. Logan was a large, stout,
heavy-looking man ; Scott small, wiry, passion
ate, petulent, and as brave as a bull-dog.
After waiting a moment for each hated the
other too much to speak Scott tightened the
reins and rode into the water. His horse had
not taken more than six steps, before Jcerehug
he plunged in over head and ears. In a mo
ment more Scott was washed from his back the
rider went one way, the horse the other, and
the saddle-bags a third. The horse turn
ed toward the side on which he went in, and got
ashore a little way bellow ; Scott managed to
reach Logan's side of the creek, and got hold of
the swinging limb cf a sycamore which dipped
into the water. v
"Help, Logan, help !" cried Scott, "I shall be
drowned ! Help !"
"S-s-say you'll v-v-vote for Sevier V bawled
fogan.
1 'Help, Logan! I shall drown ! Help!"
"S-s-s-say you'll v-v-vote for Sevier !"' again
bawled Logan, not rising from the lick-log.'
Just then the sycamore linib snapped, and the
same moment Scott sung out, "I'll sec you
hung 'first, you infernal old rascal !" and away
he swept round tho tree out of sight.'
Luckily the current made a sweep TreTowv, ed
dying wund in the concavity alhc upper edge
of a sand-bar, upon which Scoflc was flung, and
scrabbled out. , He walked up the bank toward
Logan, sputtering with rage, and streaming with
water. He had no weapon but a pistol, and
that, of course, was unfit for service ; and Lo
gan was too big to be whipped by him in a fist
fight.
"Blast you," cried Scott, as ho got near hinv
"do you stop to ask a man how he's goin to vote
before you save him from drowning ?"
Logan never stopped whittling, but looking
composedly up, slowly said, "Every g-g-gen
tlcman has a right to v-r-vcrtAS he likes, and
d-d-drown when he likes ; d-d-don't sup
pose anybody's bound to dive into the creek to
f-f-fish out a vote to k-k-kill his own."
A Valuable Brick.
A journeyman mason, named isrclond, was
employed to repair a chimney in the apartment
of a gentleman residing in.the Tleu ues Franco
Bourgeois. While about his ,work the mason
broke a brick which, he found in tho chimney,
and to his surprise discovered that it was hoi
low, and contained a brief note for 500f. The
workman was all alone, and might readily have
appropriated this sum to himself but he prefer
red to communicate the fact to his employer,
who called to mind that about two months be
fore he had" written to his uncle, at Amsterdam,
for a supply of money, and had in return recei
ved ft carefully ecaled package," which, on being
opened, proved to be nothing but tho brick in
question, which the imljgnant recipient threw
mtc,theclmnney and wrote his uncle an angry
letter vh thclubje, to which no answer had
been seen. Theceiitleinan was not aware that
'in Holland these Jiollow bricks are made on pur-
pot. to .send. small Enms of money, as making a
more pescure pacKa-gc man any otner. The ma
son Svasrcjlfy Rewarded for his honesty, and
a letter of hiVf and apology was despatched
to the uncle. "
XSt""We know of many a man who would not
object to be caught with "a briek in his hat" if
he carry the thing to a5 great a degree of profit.
EleTttion of lh Xtgro Kate.
We have received, says the Philadelphia In
quirer, a little volume entitled "The Condition,
Elevation, Emigration and Destiny of the Col
ored People of the United States." The author
is Martin R. Delany. His 6ole object, as Le
states in the Preface, has been to place before
the public in general, and the colored people of
the United States in particular, great truths
concerning this class of citizens, which appear
to have been heretofore avoided, as well by their
friends as their enemies. , lie first glances at
the condition of the various classes in Europe,
and then proceeds to sketch the comparative
condition of the colored people of the United
States. He says they are denied an equality,
not only of political but of natural rights, and
there is no species of degradation to which they
are not liable. In certain States, the colored
race is in a condition of abject slavery, while
those of their descendants who are freemen
oven in the non-slave-holding States, occupy the
very same position, politically, religiously, civ
illy and socially, with but few exceptions, as
the bondman occupies in the Slave States. The
subject is followed out in much detail, and vari
ous suggestions are made as to the best mode of
elevating the colored classes. The colonization
scheme is denounced, and the American Coloni
zation Society is described as an enemy to the
colored man, as anti-Christian in its character,
and misanthropic in its sympathies. Da reply
to the question what is necessary to be done
in order to elevate the condition of the colored
man. ? the writer urges an acquaintance with
the various business enterprises, tradeg, profes
sions and sciences of the day. The work con
cludes with suggesting an expedition of adven
ture to the eastern coast of Africa, to make re
searches for a suitable location for the settle
ment of colored adventurers from the United
States and elsewhere. The writer says :
The Eastern Coast of Africa has long been
neglected, and never but little known, even to
the ancients ; but has ever been our choice part
of the Continent. Bounded by the Red Sea,
and Indian Ocean, it presents the greatest fa
cilities for an immense trade, with China, Ja
pan, Siam, Hindoostan, in short, all the East
Indies--if any other country in the world.
With a.BCttlement of enlightened freemen, who
with the iinmence facilities, must soon grow in
to a powerful nation. In the Province of Ber
bera, south of the Strait of BabelmandcL or
the great pass, from the Arabian to the lied
Sea, the whole commerce of the East must
touch this point.
Also, a great railroad couLl be constructed
from here, running with the Mountains of the
Moon, clearing them entirely, except making
one mountain pass, at the western extremity of
the Mountain of the Moon, and the south eas
tern terminus of the Kong Mountains ; entering
the Province of Dahomy,- and terminating on
the Atlautic Ocean West ; which would make
the great thoroughfare for all the trade with the
East Indies-and Eastern Coast of Africa and
the Continent of America. All tho world would
pass through Africa upon this railroad, which
would yield a revenuo infinitely greater thaa
any other investment in the word.
Eloqcexc e at a Premium. "May it please
the court," said a Yankee lawyer before.a Dutch
Justice -the other day, "this is a case of the great
est importance. WJiile the American Eagle,
arhoso sleepless eye watches over the welfare .f
this mighty Republic, and whose wings extecd
from hc Allleglvcuies to the rocky chain of the
weEt, was rejoicing in his pride and place "
"3thop dat ! ethop I say, vas has Jdis suit to
do rait eagles. Dish has nothing to do mit do
wild bird. It is von sheep," exclaimed the Jus
tice.
"True, your honor, but my client has rights
here "
"Vat cares I for de law ob de language. I
understand de laws ob de State, and dat is e-
nough for me. Confine your talk to the case.
"Well, then my client, the defendent in this
case, is charged with stealing sheep, and "
Dat will do ! " Dat will do ! your client is
ehargol mit stealing a sheep, shoost niuo shil
lings. De gourt will adjourn to Bill Vergu6on
to drink."
A Fact. Not long since in South Carolina, a
clergyman was preaching on the disobedience of
Jonah, when commanded to go and preach to
the Ninevites. After expatiating for some time
on the Divine command, he exclaimed, in a
voice of thunder that passed through the con
gregation like an electric shock
And are their any Jonah's here ?"
There was an old negro present, whoee name
was Jonah, who, thinking himself called upon,
immediately rose, and turning up the whites of
his eyes to the preacher, with Ids broadest grin,
and best bow, very readily answered
"Here bo one, inassa !"
X&Ml-st So! There is a yonng lady up
town who Bays that if ft cart-wheel has nine fcl
lows, it is a pity that a woman like her can't
have one. Sensible girl that.
fcy"A poet says :
'Oh, 6ho was fair.
But sorrow came, and left its traces there,"
What became of tho balance of the harness, he
don't stutc.
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