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BY JAS. CLARK.
NEW ADVERTISEMENTS.
List of Letters,
REMAINING in the Poet Office et Hunting
don, July let, 1850.
A Knox James
Albright Joseph, Kylor George
Artist Daguenaw, 2 Kemp Joseph
Ashton Charles, King Thomas
Adams & Boat, Kerr Bernard
Krell Fredk
bray Michael,
Brunk Elizabeth P. Leidy Jacob Esq
Bieber Jacob, Lytle Saml
olinger George, Lyons W S Esq
Boyle R. Esq. Langfeld J
Beeker David M. Lambert Robt
Blair Alex. C. Esq. Lamed A D
Brandon Wm. Lynerd Mathew
Brinker, Anthony & co. 111‘
Barns Thornton, Myton & Cunningham
Moore Wm
Cullen Win. 3 McGranahan John
Crawford David 2 McNellie Bernard
Crilley James, McCarthy John
Cobleage Mich. Murry John
Cavannaugh Jno. Nairn.) , Robt
Cambel Win. Mathews George
Corbin Alex. Merrell! James
Calahan Patt. Moser Samuel
Cumming Alex. Mens Wm
Camp Joseph, McNeer Franklin
Cowen Wm. Mooney Batt
Cook M'Margcny, 2 McDowell Chas 2
Coy James Miles Dr Wm
Collins John, Moore John
Cumming John, Mathews Henry
Coulter Simon, Maffit Thomas
Cooney John, McGowen Andrew Erg
Clegston John, Morningstar Adam
Cornproct & Ellis, McDowell James
Clark Benedict, Mori., Martin & co
Conroy Mary Jane, Myers Mary 2
Couch Edward, Manton John
D Montgomery Alex
Duffy Mich. 2 Murry John
Daniels Ely, Morrow John
Dolan John, Munday Dennis
Doyle Mich. McGovern James
Doerr David, 3 Marshall Rev Wesley
Dean Samuel, MeDivit R M
Duncan James, Miller Thomas P
Duncan Edward, Montgomery Thomas
Dooley Patt, McCroskey John A
Dare George, Megill John
Donivan Mrs.
Dorsey William,
Dodson Miss Ann R
Doublin Henry,
Doyle James,
Dull James,
Durham Christian,
E
Eberley Jacob, 2
Ebard Miss Jane,
Eby Henry,
Eckert Wm. 2
Etnire David,
Ervin Caroline,
Elder A
Numer Mrs Mary Jane
Norrni John
Port John -
Price Samuel
Patterson Walter
Porter John
l'rotheroe Thos L 2
Peightell Margaret
Orlady Martin
O'llonnal James
Rork Wm --
Ruse( John
Reed John
Robison Absolom
Richardson Thomas
Riley Hugh
Ross John D
Quin John
Quin Nancy
Fox Jno
Finegan Mich
Fries Joseph,
Ford Patt,
Fallen Mich 2
Fink Solomon,
Feeney Edward,
Farley Thomas,
Fritz Jacob
Fester Sarah, Striker Malon T
bi Smith Peter
Gainey Margaret, (wid)Snowden James 2
Galvin Mich. Styers David
Germrod Valentine, Sipes George
Gleary John, Smith Edward 2
Given G. W. Smith Wm R
Gibson James, Stevens Orin
Green James, Smith Wm
Guar. John, Smith Patt
Gaulaher Peter, Smith John
Ganough Joseph, Stewart Samuel Eeq
Gefiries Chas. Shively John
H Sheriden Nicholas
Hale J J Stewart Robert
Hathaway, Stafford &Stewart Jno G
...
Lead, Stitt Rebecca
Hoffman Wm. 3 Sisler Mich
Haylet Susanna, Shenefelt Wm
Haben Jno. Simpson Ellis
Huntingdon Mr. Stone Martha
Harriet Robt. Snyder Chas
Henderson David, Stever Philip
. _.
Sher iden Catharine
Snyder David
Henry C. B.
Herepel Adam,
Hicks Joshua,
Hammond P.
Huyett John,
House Joshua,
Traynor Owen 3
Twohy Mich
J Wilson James
Jackson Thomas', Wagner Jno P
Jackson James, Walters John
Jones Joseph, Walls James 2
JohnstodMrs. J L. Welsh Rev J
Johnston Joseph, White Lucy
Jackson George, Waters Rev Plumer
Jrvin James, White Wm
Inns Wm. Walker Win
K Williams Rachel A 2
tnight Caroline White Jackson
Rely James Wood Ebenezer
Kerman James Waldamith James
Keary Mich Wallace Ed
Persons inquiring for letters on the above list
will please say they are advertised.
Two cents in addition to the regular post
age charged on advertised letters.
PETER C. SWOOPE, P. M.
Huntingdon, July 16, 1850-31.
DENTISTRY,
Clocks, IVatches, Jewelry, &c, &c.
B. M. GILDEIL,
Will attend to all operations in
DENTISTRY, such as Plugging,
illia laaa Extracting and inserting from one
t o a full set of Artificial Teeth.
Also Clocks, Watchos, Jewelry, Musical
Boxes, &c. neatly repaired and warranted.
(.01Hlice at the residence of Mr. Wright, PE
TERSBURG, Huntingdon county.
N. B.—Mr. G. will visit the residence of any
person, if requested.
Mouths examined and opinions given free of
charge.
Petersburg, July 2. 11150.-1 m.--pd.
Rags! Rags!—The highest price paid in
cash for %good the Huntingdon Book Store
Hey 21. }lo2.acis W. Smilm•
THE SCHOOL MISTRESS.
tt MRS. E. M. SEYMOUR
" The school ma'am's coming—the
school, ma'am's coming ;" shouted a doz
en voices, at the close of a half hour's
faithful watch to catch a glimpse of our
teacher. Every eye was turned toward
her with the most scrutinizing glance—
for the children as well as others always
form an opinion of a person, particular
ly of their teacher, at first sight.
" How tall she is I" exclaimed one.—
"Ho, I ain't afraid of her, nor a dozen
like her, cried the "big boy" of the
school, "Nor I either," cried the big
boy's ally, "1 could 'lick' her easy enough
could'ut you, Tom 1" "Yes, and I will,
too, if she goes to touch me." "Hush,"
cried one of the girls, "she will hear
you." By this time she had nearly
reached the door, round which we were
clustered, and every eye was fixed upon
her face with an eager, yet bashful gaze,
uncertain, as yet, what verdict to pass
upon her.
" Good morning children," she said,
in the kindest voice in the world, while
her face was lighted with the sweetest
smile imaginable. "This is a beautiful
morning to commence school, is it not V'
. .
" 1 know I shall love her," whisper
ed a little pet in my ear.
NVe all followed her into the school
room, except Tom Jones and his ally,
who watched until the rest were seated,
and then came in with a swaggering,
noisy gait, and a sort of dare-devil sau
cy look, as much as to say, "who cares
for you I"
Miss Westcott looked at them kindly,
but appeared not to notice them further ;
after a short prayer and reading a chap.
ter in the Bible, she passed round the
room, and made some inquiry of each
one in regard to themselves and their
studies.
" And what is your name 1" she ask
ed, laying her hand upon Tom's head,
while he sat with his hands in his pock
ets, swinging his back forwards and
backwards.
1"lom Jones," shouted he at the top
of his voice.
g , How old are you, Thomas 1" she
asked.
"Just as old agin as half," answered
Tom, with a saucy laugh.
" What do you study, Thomas 1"
" Nothing."
" What books have you 1"
" None."
Without appearing to be at all distur
bed by his replies, Miss Westcott said,
"I am glad 1 am to have one or two large
boys in my school; you can be of great
assistance to me. Thomas, if you will
stop a few minutes after school this af
ternoon, we will talk over a little plan I
have formed.
This was a mistery to all, and par
ticularly to Tom, who could not compre
hend how he could be useful to any one,
and for the first time in his life he felt
that he was of some importance in the
world. He had no home training; no
one had ever told him that he could be
of any use or do any good in the world.
No one loved him and of course he lov
ed no one, but was one of those who be
lieved that he had got to bully his way
through the world. He had always been
called the "bad boy" at school, and he
took a sort of pride and pleasure in be
ing feared by the children and dreaded
by the teacher.
Miss Westcott at once comprehended
his whole character, and began to shape
her plans accordingly. She maintained
that a boy, who at twelve years old made
himself feared among his school-fellows,
was capable of being made something
of. Heretofore all influence had con
spired to make him bad, and perhaps a
desperate character; she was determ'n•
ed to transform his character by bring
, ing opposite influences to work upon
him, and to effect this, she must first
gain his confidence, which could not be
done in a better way than making him
feel that she placed confidence in hint.
When the school was out more than
half the scholars lingered about the door
wondering what Miss Westcott could
be going to say to Tom Jones. He had
often been bid to remain after school,
but it was always to receive a punish
ment or severe lecture, and nine times
out of ten he would jump out of the win
dow before half the scholars were out of
the room ; but it was evidently fora dif
ferent purpose that he was to remain
now, and no one wondered what it could
be more than Tom Jones.
" Don't you think, Thomas, that our
school room would be a great deal pleas
anter if we had some evergreens to hang
around it ; something to make it cheer
ful 1" inquired Miss Westcott.
" Yes'm and 1 know where I can get
plenty of them."
. -
" Well, Thomas, if you will have
some here by eight o'clock to-morrow
morning, l will be here to help you to
put them up, and we will give the chi!•
HUNTINGDON, PA., TUESDAY, JULY 30, 1850.
dren a pleasant surprise; and here are
some books I will give you, Thomas ;
you may put them in your own drawer,
they are what I want you to study."
" But I can't study geography and
history," exclaimed Tom, confused, "I
never did."
" That is the reason why you think
you cannot," replied Miss Westcott.—
"I am quite sure you can, and you will
love them I know."
" Nobody ever cared whether I learn
ed anything or not before," said Tom,
with some emotion.
" Well, I care," said Miss Westcott,
with earnestness, "you are capable of be
coming a grand and good man ; you are
now formingyour character for life,and it
depends upon yourself what you become.
The poorest boy in this country has an
equal chnnce with the wealthiest, and
his circumstances are more favorable for
becoming eminent, for he learns to de
pend upon himself. I will assist you all
I can in your studies, Thomas, and I
know you will succeed ; remember that
I run your friend, and come to me in
every difficulty."
Tom Jones had not been brought up,
he had come up, because he had been
born into the world and could'nt help
it ; but as for any mental or moral train
ing, he was as fruitless of it as a wild
bramble brush of a pruning-knife. His
father was nn intemperate, bad man, and
his mother was a totally inefficient tvo.
man. At home he received nothing but
blows, and abroad nothing but abuse.—
His bud passions were therefore all ex
cited and fostered ; and his good ones
never called out. He always expected
that his teachers would hate him, so he
whetted anew his combative powers to
appose them, and he had made up his
mind to turn the " new school ma'am"
out of doors. When, therefore, Miss
Westcott declared that she was glad to
have him in her school, he was amazed;
and that she should manifest such an in
terest for him, and gave him a set of
new books, was perfectly incomprehen
sible to him. Miss Westcott understood
his position and character, and deter
mined to modify them. She felt that he
was equally capable of good and bad ac.
Lions, though the bad now predominated.
She knew that hie active mind mast be
busy ; one might as well think of chain
ing the lightning as bending down by
force that wild spirit to his books. She
would give him employment ; but such
as would call out a new set of ideas and
thoughts. He must feel that he was do
ing good for other's sake, and that he
was not guided alone by his own way
ward will, and yet there must be no ap
pearance of restraint upon him, he must
choose to do good.
Tom Jones went home that night with
a new feeling in his breast ; for the first
time in his lily he felt that he was capa
ble of rising above his present condition,
and becoming somewhat greater and bet
ter than he then was. His mind became
inundated with new and strange emo
tions, and like a mighty river turned
from its course—his thoughts and ener
gies from that hour sought a new direc
tion.
The next morning ho was up with the
dawn, and when Miss Westcott arrived
at the school house she found Tom Jones
there with his evergreens.
'Good morning, Thomas," she said,
kindly, " and so you are here before me;
you must have risen early ; and have
found some beautiful evergreens ; and
now if you will help me hung them, we
will have the room all arranged by nine
"I have brought a hammer and some
nails," said 'loin, "I thought we should
need some."
" Yes, so we shall ; 1 am glad you
thought of it," replied Miss Wcstcott.
That day every scholar looked amazed
to see Tom Jones actually studying his
book, and to hear him answer several
questions correctly, and they were still
more confounded, when at recess Miss
Westcott said :
"'Thomas you will take care of these
little children, will you not, and see that
they do not get hurt 1 You must be their
protector." One would as soon though:
of setting a wolf to guard a flock of lambs
as Thomas Jones to take good care of
the little children.
" Well," exclaimed Sam Evnns, "I
never saw suet, a school ma'am in all
the days of my life ; did you Tom 1"
"No,"
replied Tom, " but I wish I
had, and 1 would have been a different
boy from what 1 am now, but I am ago
ing to study now, and learn something.
Miss Westcott says I can, and I am de
termined to try." . . _
I was astonished to observe the effect
that Miss Westcott's treatment of Tom
had upon the scholars ; they began to
consider him of some importance, and
to feel a sort of respect for him which
they manifested, first by dropping the
nickname Tom, and substituting Tom•
my, which revealed certainly a more
kindly feeling towards him.
In less than a week, Miss Westeott
hid the school completely under con
trol, yet it was by love and respect that
she governed, and not by any iron rule;
she moved among her scholars a very
queen, and yet she so gained their con
fidence and esteem, that it did not seem
to them submission to another's will, but
the promptingamf their own desire to
please. One glance of her dark eye
would have quelled an insurrection, and
one smile made them happy for a day.
Julia Westeott• taught school with a
realization of the responsibilities resting
upon her, and she bent her energies to
fulfil them. Carefully and skillfully she
unlocked the soul's door and gave a
searching glance within, in order to un
derstand its capabilities, and then sha
ped her course accordingly. The de
sponding and inactive she encouraged;
the obstinate she subdued; to the yield
in; and fickle she taught a strong self
reliance. She encouraged the one rain
drop to do all the grod it could, and the
rushing torrent she turned where it
would fertalize, rather than devastate.
There are in every school some dor
mant energies, which if aroused, might
shake the world. There are emotions
and passions, which if let loose, will,
like the lightnings of the heaven, scatter
ruin and blight, but if controlled, may
like the element become the messenger
of thoughts to the world. In that head
you call dull, may lie slumbering pas
sions like some pent up volcano j open
that closed crater, and see if there do
not belch forth flames which your own
hand cannot stop.
I have seen a father mourn over his
besotted son ' when his own kind press
ed first to his child's lips the hellish
draught that set his soul on fire. I have
seen a poor lone mother weep as if her
heart would break, over the ruined idols.
Yet that mother's smile beamed first
upon the coming footstep of the destroy
er, and her voice warned not her child
of danger. In that day, when God shall
bring everything into judgment, will not
the curses which rung so fearful in the
offenders ears in this world, roll back
with crushing weight upon those who
fulfilled not their responsibilities to
them while yuus% 1 Who knows bot
every murderer might have been a min
ister of mercy to wretched thousands 1
He was not born a murderer ; those
sweet blue eyes had no fiendish glare,
as its baby face rested upon its mother's
bosom—that little hand bore no stain of
blood as it clapped them in childish
glee. Mother, remember that earnest
eye which mirrors thine own glance so
lovingly, will ever reflect the I:ght thou
givest it.
* * * * *
The sower in the parable sowed good
seed ; but that only which fell upon
good ground bore fruit; had the thorns
been rooted out, and the soil enriched,
would not the other fields have yielded
a harvest also 1 1 have seen a teacher
make his entrance into a school by read
ing a list of rules, of two or three feet
in length "You must do this—you must
not do that," without a single remark
upon the propriety, the why and where
fore of the thing, but only, " You must
do it!"
You might as well expect to cure a
man of stealing by pelting him with Bi
bles. The truth certainly hits hard
enough—and so would stones ; let a man
feel the beauty as well as the violence
of law, and he will be quite as apt to
profit by it.
Julia Westcott understood human na
' tare. She made it a study, as every
teacher ought to do. She rooted out er
ror and prejudice from the minds of her
' pupils, showed them the evil of sin and
beauty of virtue, the advantages of edu
cation, and the consequences of igno
rance; taught them their own capabili
ties and responsibilities, and she adapt
ed her instructions to capacities and
necessities. And thus she wenton, year
after year, scattering good seed into
good ground, and she reaped an abun
dant harvest. F?om many a happy
home and high place come a blessing
upon her, and there is no one who
breathes her name with greater rever
ence, or remembers her with more grate
ful trffection, than " Tom Jones," who
has filled with ability one of the highest
judicial offices in the Union, and freely
acknowledges that he owes his present
character and position entirely to her
treatment and instructions.
Truly, " he that goeth forth weeping,
bearing precious seed, shall come again
rejoicing, bringing his Fheaves with
him."
A WOMAN volt 1(01,-A " Lady Editor," who
conducts a magazine at Cloagrin Falls, Ohio,
says she has walked five hundred miles, and ob
tained three hundred and eighty subscribers,
lectured twenty times, edited the paper, set up
every type herself, folded, stitched, and covered
the pamphlet, besides doing other things , t ton
numerous to mention ;" and all within a month,
It little month.
Boots with Nails In.
About asear ago last November, there
was gathered a party of about a dozen
persons in the store of Major D., in one
of the small towns in Texas. It was an
extremely unpleasant day, and the wind
shook the large frame building to its ve
ry centre as it howled and whistled about
it, whilst it rained in torrents. In fact
it was a rainy northern, a specimen
storm that none but a man who has liv
ed in the south-west can appreciate.—
The party within, with that propensity
for fun, which all Texans possess, were
doing there best to drive away dull
care. Some were throwing "high die,"
some playing cards, and all amusing
themselves as well as their means would
allow. But soon all were gathered
around two of the number, who always
fell into an argument whenever they
met. One of these was Tom H., a per
fect specimen of an English gentleman,
but an inveterate boaster of the superi
ority of England over every other coun
try. His opponent was our circuit judge,
who when a mere lad, had been badly
wounded at Lundy's Lane, and ever af
ter cherished an invincible hatred to the
English. The subject of dispute was
the superiority of English manufac
tures. They had both become very
warm on the subject. At last Tom of
fered what he considered a knock-down
argument. The judge had been talking
of his native State, Massachusetts, and
the quantity of shoes manufactured
there.
"Talk about shoes," said Tam, con
temptuously, " just look here once," at
the same time thrusting out his dexter
pedal so that all might see. "That's
what I call a pair of shoes ; none of your
d— things without any shape, and nail
ed together; why there ain't a single
nail in those shoes !"
" What will you bet of thatl" said
the judge.
" Ten dollars and the liquors!" said
Tom with the air of a man who had giv
en his opinion, and was willing to back
it. The Major was called to hold the
stakes, and the judge told him the bet,
that there was not a nail in Tom's
shoes. Turn in a great hurry to pocket
the money, eagerly removed his shoe
and handed it up for examination, at the
same time feelingly commiserating with
the judge on his loss of the X.
" Hold on," said the judge, " take oil
your stocking."
Tom, in amazement, did so.
" Well," cried the judge, "if there
are not five good sized nails I'll eat shoe
and all I"
Poor Tom put on his shoe and stock
ing amidst shouts of laughter, and has
never to this day bragged of the superi
ority of English manufacture.
The Head and the Heart.
Here is a beautiful thing from the pen
of Mrs. Cornwall Barry Wilson :
" Please my lady buy a nosegay, or
bestow a trifle," was the address of a
pale emaciated woman, holding a few
withered flowers in her hand, to a lady
who .sat on the beach at Brighton, watch
ing the blue waves of the receding tide.
"1 have no pence, my good woman," said
the lady, to king up from the novel she
was perusing, with a listless gaze ; "if
I had I would give them to you." "I am
a poor widow, with three helpless chil
dren depending upon me; would you
bestow a small trifle to help us on our
way 1" "I have no half-pence," reitera
ted the lady, somewhat pettishly.
" Really," she added, as the poor ap.
plicant turned meekly away, "this is
worse than the streets of London ; they
should have police on the shore to pre•
vent annoyance." They were the
thoughtless dictates of the "head."—
'Mamma,' said a blue eyed boy, who was
playing on the beach at the lady's feet,
flinging pebbles into the sea, "I wish
you had a penny, for the poor woman
does look hungry, and you know that we
are going to have a nice dinner, and you
have promised me n glass of . wine."
" The "heart" of the lady answered
the appeal of the child ; and with a blush
of shame crimsoning her cheek at the
tacit reproof his artless words conveyed
she opened her reticule, placing half
rown in his tiny hand, and in another
moment the boy was bounding along the
sands on his errand of mercy.
In a few seconds he returned, his eyes
sparkling with delight, and his features
glowing with health and beauty. "Oh,
mamma, the poor woman was so thank
ful; she wanted to turn back, but I would
not let her; and she said, "God bless
the noble lady, and you too my pretty
lamb ; my children will now have bread
for these two days, and we shall go on
our way rejoicing." The recital of her
child, and her "heart" told her that its
dictates bestowed a pleasure, the cold
reasoning of the "head" could not bes•
tow.
VOL. XV, NO, 30.
One Of the Blowers,
[lt is many years since we have seen
this little sketch, from Willis Gaylord
Clark's Ailopadania,' in print. Our
neighbor of the Spirit credits it to the
'Albany Dutchman.]
We were at once exceedingly amused
at the air and manner of a decided' loaf
er,' a sentimentalist with all, and a to
per, who had come out of his way from
Buffalo to see the Falls.
'Landlord !' said he, to the nonifnce
of the Cataract, 'and you, gentlemen,
who stand on this porch, witnessing this
pitiless rain, you see before you one who
has ¢ tempest of sorrows a-besting upon
his head continually. Wants I was
worth twenty thousand dollars and I
drive the saddling profession. Circum
stances alter cases ; now I wish for to
solicit charity. Some of you seem be
nevolent, and I do believe I am not des
tined to rank myself among those who
could travel from Dan to Beersheba, and
say all is barren. No ; I have read
Wolney's ruins, Marshall's life of Wash
ington, and Pope's Essay on Man, and
most of the literature or the day, as con
tained in the small newspapers. But
the way I'm situated at present, is scan
dalous, The fact is, my heart is broke,
and I'M just Ishontelizing about the
globe, with a sombre brow , and a bosom
laden with wo. Who will help me—
speak singly, gentlemen—who will 'ease
my grief, tthel drive my cares away V as
Isaac Watts says in one of his devotion
al poems.
No answer was returned. A general
laugh arose. The pride of the mendi
cant was excited ; rage got the better of
his humility ; and slinking his fist in the
face of the bystanders, he roared out:
You're all a pack of poor, or'nary
common people. You insult honest pov
erty ; but I do not 'hang my head for a'
that,' as Burns nays. 1 will chastise any
man here for two three-cent drinks of
.Monagohule whiskey ; yes, though I have
but lately escaped shipwreck, coming
from Michigan to Buffalo, and am weak
from the loss of strength ; yet I will whip
the best of you. Let any on ye come
lover to the Black Rock Railroad Depot,
land I'll lick him like a-
Never mind that,' said one; ' tell us
about. the shipwreck.'
Ah !' he continued, 'that ti'ds a scene!
Twenty miles out at sea, on the lake;
the storm bustin' upon the deck; the
waves, like mad tailors, making breech
es over it continually ; the lightnings a
bustin' overhead, and hissing in the wa
ter; the clouds meeting the earth ; the
land just over the lee bow; every mast
in splinters, every sail in rags ; women
' a screech,,,'; farmers' wives emigrattn'
to the west culling for their husbands.
A good many was dreadfully sea-sick;
and one man, after casting forth every
thing beside, with a violent retch threw
up his boots. Oh, gentlemen, it was
awful I At length came the last and De
structive blow. It struck the ship on
the left side, in the neighborhood of the
poop, and all at once I felt something un
der us breukin' away. The vessel was
parting! One of the crew wasdrowned;
passengers were praying and commend
ing themselves to heaven. I alone esca
ped the watery doom.'
And how did you manage to redeem
yourself from destruction 1' was the gen
eral inquiry.
Why, gentlemen, the fact is, I seen
how things was a goin', and I took my
hat and went ashore!'
The last I saw of this Munchausen,
was as our conch wheeled away. He
had achieved a 'drink,' and was peram
bulating through the mud, lightened,
momentarily, of his sorrows.
ANOTItERWIFE.—On the 17th day of
June, old 'Squire Roll, that modest, se
date, wise and demure dispenser of
"Mohawk law," married a male and fe
male, ns we are informed. The license
was in legal form, the ceremony accord
ing to the approved style, and the
'Squire's dance at the wedding equal to
his earliest eflorts in Berkshire. Yes
terday morning n female appeared at the
'Squire's riffles with her eyes full of tears
and swore out a warrent agaiost a man
—the very man the 'Squire had married
on that 17th day of June in the morning.
She averred that she was the man's law
ful wife—that he had left her bed ant
board—had gone to parts unknown with
out the trouble of a "whereas"—and
she had followed him to find him in the
arms of another wife. The warrant
was issued and the man "tult up," lea
' ving the honey moon in a state of
eclipse, and Hymen's couch with a lone
ly tenant. All this means that a bigamy
comes off in a day or two.—Cin. Com.
26th ult.
ID- To convert a calm into a storm,
tell a woman that her baby is a " little
fright."
V' To convert a storm into a hum•
cane, tell the woman she herself is a
.fright!