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GR - AVE,
The trembling dew drops coll
Upon the shutting flowers—liltp soul. ut re,t
The ,tars shine gloriously—and all
Save Inc is blest.
Motber ! T lovo illy grave !
'rho rio:et, with its•bloscoms blue and
‘l"a‘,3 o'ee thy bend—when shall it wave
Move thy chill ?
SW,CL flower --yet must
IN Might leaves to the edming tempest
I . ,:tr mother, 'GA emldem : dust
Is ou thy brew.
Awl to die--
learc uat,tslad, litels dark, Lilt , , tevanm,
Ity thee, co er-I in childhood lic,
And itlinre the dreams.
An,l moot Iling, here.
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T. :Aida the pliinitt4o of itty siidois year,
ad tnourti.the hopes fn chilJhn tl dear
IVith bitter ?
Ay, must liagev hero,
A lonely branch upon a lila:ilea
Whose last frail leaf, untimely ecru,
Went down with thee
04 from lire's withered bower,
In still connulniiini with the past, I turn
And muse on the only flower
. In nieinory's uru.
And, when the evening pale,
11.ws like a mourner on the dim blue wave,
to bear the night winds wail
Around thy grave.
Where is thy spirit flown ?
1 gaze above--rthy look is imagined there !
lieten, and thy gentle tone
Is on the air.
Oh, come—whilst here I press
My beow upon thy grire—awl in those mild
And thrilling tones of tenderness,
Bless, bless thy child
Yes, bless thy weeping:. child,
And o'er thy urn—religions holiest shrine—
Oh, give his spirits undefiled
To - blend with thine.
7,A *lett ale.
THE RISING OF
THE NEGRO'S DEAD SNOT
NY~Nw.~
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CHAPTER 1.
As rolls this ocean's changing tide.
So human passions ebb and
On the morning of the 19th April 1775,
earning as it may be from Concord, a trav
eller could have seen five persons on the
porch of 04vergreen," the hereditary pos
session of the Cla4mn since the
days of'Winthrep.
" I SEE NO STAR ABOVE THE HORIZON, PROMISING LIMIT TO GUIDE ITS, BUT THE INTELLIGENT, PATRIOTIC, UNITED WHIG PARTY Or THE UNITED STATES.".
Evergreen was situated just without the
limits of the thriving little village of Che.
luting (now, by the way, a large manufac
turing town,) and overlooked the best sce
nery of that district. To the right the
scenery was of a milder cnst, if one can
use such a term, than was that at the left.
On the one side were seen the slightly-un
dulating fields, with here and there asmall
clump of trees, in the centre of which you
would be unable to define the cottage of.
the hardy husbandman. On the other
side of the hill on which the house stood.
was the village before mentioned, beyond
which the country appeared mountainous
and in many places rocky.
Having looked about us, let us turn our
gaze inward, and take a glance at tissue on
the porch.
Brevity is the soul of wit, and, to my
mind, in many instances, of descriptions,
too. I shall therefore give but a hasty
- sketch of those personages, and then go on
with my narrative.
Mr. Adam Claxton is an old man of be
tween fifty and sixty years of age, In by
gone days he was s very handsome man,
as is evident from his present appearances;
even now he scorned•the use of n cane and
walks as upright as he did at the Age of
twenty-five.
Mary Claxton ; his daughter and only
child about nineteen years old. Her fig.
etc is pretty, though small. Her face of
a fine oval. Her eyes blue, lustrous, and
expressive Her teeth small and regular.
yller hair brown
Thoinas Kennedy, a kind of second or
third cousin of Miss Claxton, now on a vis
it to his mother's cousin, is a young, gay,
though indolent Virginian, seldom roused
from his listlessness, but when roused, as
courageous as a lion.
John Grey bears a name once distin
guished, but now fallen from its pinnacle
through the bad condlnd extravagance
of the past two or three' aerations. He
t
is now the sole bearer of . :'. at name and
family that formerly occup . ' the mansion
of ." y Hall," at the opposite side of the
vil' He is good looking though dis
sipa n has left her mark upon hies. llis
manner when not contemptuous, is haugh
ty and distant The earliness °rile hour
goes to show that he is on easy if not
friendly terms with the Claxtons.
Now for a•glance at number five, and
then to proceed.
Kit (he has no other name that he is
aware of, having gone by that cognomen
from time immemorial) ICit I say is one of
the blackest specimens of the ebony race
that ever had a woolly head. Tall. strong
and powerful, he must be a formidable ad
versary' when aroused and angry. For
innately, he seldom had occasion to dis
play his prodigious strength. Meek and
unassuming., Kit preferred to put up with
insults and even inju7 for the sake of har
mony. But say a word against, or insult
blase Tom," that's all, and enough too,
as yon will find to your cost. Brought
up trod raised by Kennedy's father, a
rich Virginian planter, he had learned to
love and admire his young !nosier, who
once saved hid life.
The two were crossing the James river,
on their rotors from a visit that Tom had
been paying on the opposite side when a
sudden puff of wind capsized the boats,
which filled rapidly.
Young Kennedy, who was then eighteen
was a capital swimmer, and could easily
have swain to the bank, but turning, found
Kit was nowhere to be seen. Immediately
the truth flashed upon him : Kit was en
tangled in the rigging.
Drawing a huntingknife that he fortu
nately had about him, Torn dived tinder
the boat, and soon cut away the ropes and
extricated Kit from his unpleasant situa
tion. It is not to be wondered at, theta,
that the slave should do everything in his
power to please his master. fie became
Tom's valet-de.chambre, groom, in fact as
sistant in all matters. No man could sad
dle Tom's horse but Kit. No man could
even black Tom's boots but Kit. Ho did
everything that could be done for his
young 'mas'r ;' and we now find him in
all these capacities accompanying his mas•
ter on his northern trip.
Kit, leaning against the post at the op
posite end of the porch on which the be
fore described party is seated is thinking
that 'Mas'r Tom's been here a'most long
enuff. Golly ! if he hanin't been hero tree
coon's, and he hain't sod nun!' but goin'
I yet. Golly !'
The conversation at the opposite end of
1 the porch is now growing interesting ; even
Tom Kennedy is somewhat excited.
•Do you think, 'Porn,' said Mr. Claxton,
'that the country is so excited as that ?'
'Uncle (Tons always called Mr. Claxton
uncle.) every man, high or low, is indig
cant at the insults and injuries heaped tip-
HUNTINGDON, PA., WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 26, 1855.
on us by the King and his senseless MM
isters. lam not remarkable for observa
tion, as you or' aware, but it is impossible
not to notice the feelings of resentment ev
erywhere. Coming North, last Novem
ber, I saw with amazement the excited
state of all ; the indignation of the country
men was quite as great as that of the citi
zen. It needs but one drop more to over
run the cup of patience.'
'ln the event, Mr. Kennedy, of that
drop coming whose side would you be plea
sed to take ?' said Grey, coolly cutting off
the leaves of a neighboring creeper with
his riding whip.
Kennedy never liked Grey. The cold,
cautious, apathetic nature of the man found
no congenial abode in the ardent heart of
the Virginian. Nor indeed did the know,
ledge that Grey was paying his addresses
to his cousin Mary at all tend to eradicate
the feeling of dislike which involuntarily
took possession of his mind.
'l'om did not therefore immediately trust
himself to reply to this cold sneering ques
tion of Grey, but at length said—
'There can be but one answer to such a
question, sir. Molly,' turning to his cous
in, 'e In you enlighten Mr. Grey, and an
swer the question for me"
'Please do so, Miss Clanton,' said Grey,
sarcastically. 'Mr. Kennedy does not
like to commit himself by a word in these
troublesome times.'
The Virginian's face flushed crimson,
and he . was about to give a striking proof
of his anger, when the hand of Mary was
laid, no doubt unintentionally, on his arm,
and her sweet,, still voice smoothed down
his ruffled pinions.
'1 most certainly think,' mid she, 'we
haie been much oppressed—'
'Hut question ! question !' said Tom,
patiently.
'Wait ! ;, said Mary smiling ;
'and,' she continued, while I should
precuts a civil war, I should still say that
the colonists have dune well in taking up
arms in maintenance of their rights.'
'Answered like a Member. or Parliament!'
cried her father and Tom simultaneously,
gazing, with admiration at the blushing or
ator.
Grey was not satisfied with this ; he ev
idently desired to incense Kennedy, and in
this he perfectly succeeded.
.You are a good logician,' Miss Claxton,
he said, bowing low. 'But,' he continued
slowly and distinctly, turning and fixing
his piercing eyes full on Kennedy's face,
so as to feave no doubt of its meaning -= 'l
call that sun who would uphold the Colo
nies in their treason, a coward and a'-
The sentence was not finished; quick
as thought t blow from the clenched hand
of the Southerner stretched him senseless
on the floor, and Kennedy stood over him
with dilated eyes and expanded nostrils.
Grey was stunned but for a moment.—
Thu' slightly confused by the blew, he
sprang to his feet and drawing a pistol,
fired it at the young man, the muzzle of
the weapon almost touching him.
Fortunately for Tom, the amiable inten,
lions of Grey were not accomplished.—
Kit, who had 'drawn as near as he consis
tently could to hear what style of conver
, cation this was that could excite his inas
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ter, had at the beginning, of Grey's insul
ting speech drawn yet closer, well know.
ing the impetuous nature of his master,
and not entirely ignorant of the vindictive
, ness of Grey. So quickly was the pistol
drawn, cocked, and presented, that the
black could not reach him before; but just
as the weapon was leveled, the outsireohed
arm was seized as with a vice, and the
distant mountains sent back the loud re
port. Were it possible to have painted the
group on the porch of Evergreen at this
moment, the picture would have made the
corner stone on which the artist could have '
built endless fame.
There stood Kit, one foot on the step,
the other on the porch gazing anxiously at
his master, his black hand holding on high
that of the baffled 'assassin, on whose face
rage at the blow and disappointment at the
ill success of his attempted murder were
plainly depicted.
Mary, terrified and speechless, had
thrown her arms around her father, whose
hands hold the sides of his choir as if to
rise. Her beautiful oval face was turned
toward Grey, expressive of astonishment
and fear.
Kennedy himself was the only one of
the entire party comparatively calm and
undisturbed. His tall figure was drawn
to its full height ; his large black eye was
fixed upon Grey ; his well•carved lip was
curled with con temptuous derision. Down
his temple the blood was slowly trickling,
showing well that Kit had not acted au in.
stant too soon. Proud and brave, he would
have scorned to wove a muscle to escape
that rim. The ball was deviated from its
destination so little that it had just broken
the skin on his temple, cutting away at
the same time a lock of his brown hair,
which lay carelessly on his shoulder.—
Breaking the silence, he at last spoke
slowly, as if weighing every word he ut
tered before it was spoken.
'My uncle is so astonished, not at your
firing, but at your missing me, that lie is
unable to speak. Will you do me the fa
vor, then, my dear Mr. Grey, to leave this
ph-ce, and not 'return till you have perfec
ted yourself in the noble profession of mur
der, which you have so unfortunately be
gun 2 Kit, open the gate for Mr. Grey.'
'Phis cold, sarcastic address of Kennedy
excited Grey almost to madness ; it was
several seconds before lie could articulate
a syllable.
'Kennedy,' he at last hoarsely cried,
'you shall meet me for tliis, and by the
God of Heaven you die.'
'We Southerners knock down'any man
who insults us, but we exchange shots only
with our equals. The gate is open, sir.'
Grey strode from the porch to the tree
where his horse was tied. Laying his
hands on the bridle, he roughly untied it,
and sprang into the saddle. The gravel
flew from under the hoofs of the mettled
charger as he galloped to the gate, which
Kit, obedient to his master's command,
had opened, and was now leaning against
the post.•
Grey as he passed through found ample
lime to deal a fearful blow with his whip
across the face of the poor slave; whose on
ly crime was saving his master's life.
! dastardly coward !' shouted
Kennedy, who had watched every motion
of his enemy. lie sprang from the porch
and ran to the gate.
When in an altercation or dispute one of
the party loses his self-possession, the oth•
er generally becomes more calm, and appa
rently unruffled, which never fails to in
crease the rage of the other. Also, when
the angry one by some chance shot touches
a sensitive chord in the other's bosom, their
conditions change ; the calm one often lo
ses his self-possession, and in The same
proportion as he does so, the previously en
raged one recovers his equanimity.
Such was the case at present. Kennedy,
before so cool, was now highly enraged at
this unmanly insult °tiered to his faithful
slave. On the other hand, Grey's face,
which when on the porch was livid with
passion. now appeared so placid that un
observer would have almost denied that
anything but perfect serenity would for an
instant remain there. He was mane twen
ty yards from the gate whoa the voice of
Kennedy reached him. Reining his horse
up so suddenly as to throw him on his
haunches; he dofh.d his hat, and bowing
dlmost to the saddle-bow, said in as cour
teous s tone as Lord Chesterfield himself
Having now removed the blood, she
thought it high time to look for the wsutul.
At this instant a shou t of laughter from her
father, to which, site; vain endeavors to re
tain his gravity, Tom joined, struck poor
Mary aghast, Medusa's head could not
have filled her with greater horror or aston
ishment than did the aforesaid wound.—
For,at last, after a scrutinizing examina
tion, she cl.scovered a small red spot out
of vhich the blood was imperceptibly oci•
zing. Her astonishment gave way to in
dignation: Seeing the linen, ect., she
threw them into his face, exclaiming—
Kennedy, I hate you !"
She ran up stairs to liar room and cried
bitterly.
Tans would have detained her, but she
slanted the hall door full in his face, capes
sant, and when lie opened it site had van
ished.
Sorry now for his integrity, he was tel
ling Mr. Claxton as much, whets the old
gentleman interrupted him with—
" Hush, boy ! You youngsters are eter
nally making mountains out of mole hills.
I am uneasy, Tom," ho added, its a more
serious tone, "about that affair between
Grey and yourself. He will not let it rest
here. His vindictiveness is a proverb."
"Don't let that make you uneasy," said
Tom, gaily. I know him to be my one.
my now. Protect site train my friends;
they are more dangerous than my ene
mies."
"Well, well," said his uncle, sighing,
but half assured by this remark, "c'est
trn
fait accompli." Hello! what the duce's
the matter now !"
This ejeculation of Mr,Claxten's which
should not be read to ears polite, was caus
ed by seeing a horseman coining at a furi
ous pace from the direction of the town of
CHAPTER It. Concord, halting for an instant opposite a
Were his eyes open ? Yes, and his month too! field in which two men were plowing:—
Surprise has this effect to make one dumb. He spoke certainly not more than a half-
(were he living) would have desired—
Do not, I beg, my dear Mr. , Kennedy
disturb yourself ou my account. Business
of importance requires my presence at
Grey Hall. Adieu, then, my dear friend,
or rather, he added in a sterner tone, ..an
revoir !" for we shall meet again.'
With this sarcastic speech on his lips,
and rage in his heart, the young man laid
his whip on the flank of his steed, and
only drew rein when he arrived at Grey
Ball.
—Byron• dozen words, and then continued his mad
, Why, 7om! what the duce have you career.
been about?' cried his uncle, who not hay- I His hearers stood still for an instant,
ing said a word before, thought it now high I gazing with astonishment at the vapidly
time to say something ; tor so suddenly I receding figure ; then leaving the oxen
and quickly had the blow, the shot, ant . where they stood, they ran across the field
the departure of Grey followed close upon to their cabin ; an instant mote, they stood
each other's heels, that not three minutes in the doorway, rifles in hand. Snatch
had elapsed since they wore on the porch ing a hasty kiss from wife, daughter, sis
engaged in conversation, and the time ter, and the baby, Ezekiel Davide and stal
when l'om returned to the porch after wart son were soon going in the direction
consoling Kit in his pain, ~ vho was qttickly whence came the mysterious courier.
answered— On, on swept the stranger; as he pass-
.Nebber fear, Mas'r ; 'taint much. Ole ed, a word or a gesture had the same ef
'Scilla, the cook, can cure me soon. She fect upon all. Murmurs of indignation
cured little Charley Westdb t'other day,and vengeance swelling louder and louder
when die same Mas'r Grey cut him with 1 as he advanced, began to reach the ears of
his whip. 'Kase .vhy ? He wouldn't run the excited gentleman.
afore an' open de commentate so he could All labor was thrown aside. he lire
go through.' burned unattended in the forge, the plow
*Yes, Mas'r; said Kit, muttering v. 4 he i remained stationary in the furrow. The
went round the house—'Something tell road to Concord teemed with armed men.
me, ole Grey, dat I'll kill you for dat, any Young and old, the aged father, the young.
how.' I er father, and the yet younger son, seined
Just as Tom was about to answer the with rifles, makes, muskets, or fowling
polite inquiry of his uncle, Mary seeing pieces, as the ease might be, strode side
the blood on his cheek, turned pale us death by side, Absorbed in one important to.
and springing forward, cried— pic, the bouyanoy and usual elasticity of
'Gracious, Tom, that man has shot spirits of countrymen were nowhore viui•
you !'
It must have been the loss of Wood, or The stranger had now reached the foot
the knowledge that he had just escaped a of the hill, on the top of which Evergreen
violent death, clashed upon him so sudden. was situated. Here, on each lido of the
ly as to canoe him to throw his Ural around road wtts a gate. The one on the , hie Ev.
her waist, probably to keep himself from
falling ; and it his tall form did bend so
low that his lips touched her cheek, surely,
any physician or surgeon can tell you that
when n person loses much blood, the head
grows dizzy and naturally falls upon the
chest. Mary must have known that. (If
lam not much mistaken, she took a few
lessons in surgery at the "Young Ladies'
Finishing Seminary," in Boston.) Be
that as it may, I know this, that when she
was in the city, she stayed at her uncle's
Dr. Thos. Shield's
"Now, Tom," said she addressing her
patient ; atter extricating herself with dif
ficulty from his embrace, her face mean
while a deep crimson (he must have
squeezed her so tight as to force all her
blood into her head,) "be quiet, and sit
still, while I go into the house for an in-
stunt."
Tom sat stock still, the grave expres
sion of his face rolie ved by the awning
twinkle of his eyes.
Mr. Claxton stood behind him. Nei
ther by word or deed did he interfere
with his daughter's arrangements, per
haps thinking that his daughter knew
more about such things than lie did.
At last Mary came out, like a dear lit
tle angel as she was, bearing a basin of
warm water, and enough of linen to em
balm an Egytian Princess. This she sat
carefully down ; then in the most artistic
style began to bathe his temple, saying
soothingly to the wretch—
'No matter, Toni, I'll soon be done.'
[ WEBSTER.
ergreen led through a pretty park to Glen
ellen, the residence of the beautiful I-Jetty
Graham. That on the opposite side led
to Milwaukie, the old mansion house of
the Edwards.'
This morning, as his custom was George
Edwards was about taking an early ride
with his fair neighbor, when at the gate
they met this horseman, who did not ap
pear to care wheather he addressed rich or
poor, gentleman or plowman. He spoke
his magic sentence to him also.
Bowing to his fair companion, Edwards
led his horse to the opposite gate, and
galloped towards his father's house.
Miss Graham did not appear to be of
fended at this sudden departure, but wa
ved her handherchief encouragingly to
ward him. Turning oround as Edward
disappeared among the trees, she beheld
the foaming horse of the stranger sink
slowly to the earth, whilst his rider him
self did not appear less fatigued.
Beckoning to a couple of approaching
laborers, who came to hear the extraordi
nary news, to hasten their steps, she, with
their assistance transferred the saddle of
the blown animal to the back of her own
fresh and spirited steed, and ordering
one to spring into the paddle and
away, she, with the aid of the other as
sisted the worn out horseman to her own
house.
Did the war of the revolution try only
men's souls ? Verily, no ! Women, high
minded, spirited woman, was not back
ward either in word or in deed. Many
a brave though despondent soldier would
have gone despairingly beyond the Are
ghanies, but for the hopeful and cheerful,
aye, and even the reproachful words of a
mother, a wife or a sister. Who will ev
er forget that Now England mother, who,
when arming her sons for battle, gave, the
oldest a rifle and the other a sword ? The
younger was loath to go thus equipped.
"Go, coward !" said Fhe. 'Stand with
your brother till he shoots a soldier, then
go and take the musket. And remem
ber both of you, to behave so that the
spirit of your father looking from above
will say—"My children do their duty."
Go!"
Though five minutes had not elapsed
since the courier had come in sight and the
time that the relay sprang into the saddle
and swept up the hill, they seemed to the
impatient gentleman like so many hours—
Without waiting to be questioned the trim
cried—'
"The reglars are burning Concord !"
Further words ho considered useless,
and he galloped through the village, shou
ting these words. Away, away, o'er hill
and dale through opening and forest sped
the messenger of war, till the remotest
settler heard the call toarms, and leaving
the animals of th: forest in peace, lie turn
ed his trusty rifle against his follow man.
Tom stood astonished on the sit me spot
where he had heard the words of the
horseman. At length, turning around,
he found that he was alone. Glancing at
the house, he saw Mr. Claxton at the win
dow examining a fire-lock. Bounding
across the lawn, ten steps at a bound, he
met his cousin in the hall. Hastily pas
sing her, he ran up stairs at full speed,
Now it so happened that his faithful
Kit was coming down stairs with the same
velocity that Kennedy was going up.—
They met with a shock on the landing
opening upon the porch under and aronnd
which the maid was washing her clothes :
on account of the weather being mild, this
door was open. Kit,:driven back by this
unexpected meeting staggered through
the door, burst the porch-railing as if it
were made of straw, and tumbled head.
long into the clothes basket.
Totn, on the other hand, performed a
somerset ou the stairs, and at last he found
himself flat on the floor he had just quit
ted. He jumped up and gave himself a
Newfoundland dog shake, to convince
himself that no bones were broken.
A shout of laughter made him turn;
there stood Mary laughing till the tears
rolled down her cheeks.
otlmph !" he muttered, " she might
have asked me if I was hurt. But con.
found it, that's just tho way with these
women. I would have thought this mor
ninO hat that child" (Tom was only three
years older, dear reader) ' , cared for me.—
Now, it, she dosen't ask mo if I
ant hurt, when it's a wonder I didn't break
my neck !"
He turned to remount the stairs, in no
gentle mood when his eyes fell on the
clothes basket, which he could see through
the back door. Tom's laughter drowned
that of Mary ; for, sticking out from one
end of the basket where two human legs,
though to what they were attached it was
impossible to discern. Out of the other
end was protruding a Mack hand, which
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joined to an elbow, performed such series
of geometrical evolutions as would have
puzzelled Pascal, Euclid, or even the ad
.
mirable Critchton hirnself to solve. (By
the way was Critchton a geometrioan ?)
"For love o' God, Nlas'r help dis chil'
out !" cried a voice, evidently proceeding
from the basket.
Tom having overcome his laughter,hast
ened to extricate his faithful servitor from
his soft but uncomfortable bed.
Like Epaminondas the first thing Kit
thought of was his arms.
..Ki ! Mas'r 1 guess Pee spilled the pow.
der !"
Called to affairs of greater importance
than the present, Kennedy seized the ac
coutrements, ordering Kit to saddle the
horses instantly, as he hastened to his
room. Before the animals were ready,
Toni, fully equipped, came down. He
was about to enter the parlor, hut he
heard there Mr. Claxton consoling and
soothing his daughter, who hung weep
ing around his neck, Judging, thereforo
that he would be tie trop, he stepped into
the library, a room on the other side of
the hall, and impatiently waited the com
ing forth of Mr. Claxton.
The old gentleman came out shortly,
rifle in hand, mounted his horse, which
was now at the door, and galloped off, too
much moved at parting. from his daugh
ter to inquire for Toni.
The latter gentleman, seeing the coast
clear, walked into the parlor, doubtless
anticipating a similar patting.
Mary Was seated on the window-bench,
gazing sorro.vfully after her father. She
turned as she had heard his footsteps.
"Torn," said ahe, "are you going to
fight the troops ?"
Ithink I shall,7 said he, in such, St
a tone as if to convince her that fighting
British troops was once of his customary
amusements.
"Because," added Mary, wished to
know if yolt desired me to wait dinner for
you 1" •
Here was - an end to the romantic par-
ting that Tom had framed in his Own
breast.
Tom turned on his heel, strode to his
horse, galloped across the lawn, cleared
the gate, and soon joined Mr. Claxton.
Wo, wo to any man who crossed his
path this day.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Off gip
gA Yankee doctor has "got up" a reme
dy fur hard times. It consists of ten hours' la
hoe well worked in.
Look out !—Counterfeit $lO notes on the
Montgomery, County Bank are afloat, well ex.
ccuted and calculated to deceive.
War New clothes are groat promoters of pi.
ety. We know a young girl in town, who now
attends church twice every Sunday, when she
did not go once before she got her new bonnet.
stir Mrs. Pnrtington says the only way to
prevent steamboat explosions is, to make the
engineers "bile their water on shore." In her
opinion, "all the hustin' is caused by cookie'
the steam on board.
itarSoloruon Rothschild, one of the beads
of the great banking house, and fourth son of
its founder, died recently in Paris, and was hu•
vied with great pomp. `there are but two left
of the original family.
Foreign In origration.—Since Castle Garden,
New York city, has been used as an emigrant
depot, a period of about four weeks, 6853 eon
grants have arrived there from foreign ports,
who brought with thorn money to the atnount
of $520,323 75,
tor We came across an epitaph the other day
which we publish, as suiting an individual
two in this neighhoi hood :
"Here lies old Thirty three Per Cent !
The more he got the more he lent ;
The more he lent the more he craved I
Good God, can such a soul be saved?"
sfarA mulatto was hung at Eutaw. Miss.,
for inurdering her child. Iler master was ita
tither. His wife knew the parternity of the
child, and so abused it as to drive the slave
mother to distraction, and sho knocked her
child's brains out with an axe, went to the
Court House and told what she had done.
Wattled.—A lady up town, in aced of a girl,
sends us the following. "A girl is wanted who
isn't run after by more than ten men—who can
be contented at home one evening in a month
—who when she is out will come in before said
night, through some other way than the window
—who hasn't more than three fatuities of rela
tines and friends to provide for—and who can
get a meal of victuals without seasoning with
dirt, hair and feathers. Good looking girls
needn't apply, and one over forty preferred.
Ton ORDER or JESCITS which its its palmy
day boasted over twenty thousand members,
said to have now but five thousand five hun
dred and ten. 01 these, one thousand five hun
dred and fifteen are in Italy, one thousand six
hundred and ninety-seven in France, one
thousand two hundred and t.inety four in Eng
land and America, four hninlred and sixty-three
its Belgium, and three hundred and sixty.ine
in Spain.
ShameM.—The Harrisburg Telegraph in•
sinuates that at the approaching fair at that
place, foot races ere to come off on the ground,
between "young ladies" as he calls them, for
certain prizes.
We cannot imagine for a moment., that such
a disgraceful exhibition will take place on the
occasion referred to ; but if it should, the State
Society has indeed fallen Into evil liandi,
end a II be truly ntelattrholy.
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