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WILLIAM BREWSTER, }
SAM. G. WHITTAKER,
THE RIGHTS OF WOMAN,
BY 31R9. DALMANNO,
beottieh Air :—A Males a Man for a' that.
Though Man Creation's lord we call,
King—President—and a' that—
By Woman's Rights his power shall fall,
Ws pride of place and a' that.
For a' that, and a' that,
Fair women's rights and a' that,
The sex, though weak, min sharply speak
A tongue's a tongue for a' that.
:dun long have wantoned at their will,
in Congress—camp—and a' that;
ilut when their place brave women fill,
A cure will come for a' that.
For a' that, and a' that,
Ting Solomon foresaw that,
And in his book, who'er will look,
Will find a note o' a' that.
Ilea have too long usurped the sway,
Ta'en a lion's share, and a' that ;
There's not a goose in Syracuse
Hut tells the ganders a' that,
For a' that, and a' that,
"Strong mental light" and a' that
• Shall pilot woman on her way
To wondrous "spheresr and a' that.
U what a world will open, when
Fair ladies vote, and a' that i ,
And female generals lead their men
Through showers of shot, and a' that.
Their minds on high, when bullets tly,
No thoughts of home and a' that, [child,
Where husbands mild, rocks screaming
Sweeps up the earth and a' that.
Or when, in hospitals, they dip
Nerves, sinews, veins, and a' that.
Invade the pulpit, guide the ship,
Preach doctrine, law—and a' that,
For a' that, and a' that,
"High Destiny," and a' that,
In which poor man, since time began,
Has loil•d and moil•d and a' that.
0, could they change, for one short year,
And tali() a spell, at a' that,
No more of "lofty types" we'd hear,
World applause," and a' that.
For a' that, and a' that,
Fond sighs for home, and a' that,
Whore an'er again should raise tlia strain,
Of Women's rights, and a' that.
'rhe Bloomer guise in exile laid,
The pants—the kilt, and a' that,
To be in after years surveyed
.is moonstruck mad, and a' that;
Fur o' that, and a' tljar,
The monster hat, and a' that,
Might still deserve a case to serve,
In masque—or farce—and a' that.
But Women's Rights, and Rapping Sprites,
Foi—Davis—Fish—and a that,
E'en washing derides into whites,
Ilea had its day, and a' that.
The cry is still for something new,
More wild and strange, than a' that;
And soon—be sure—'twill meet the view ;
New Yea's the place for a' that.
A DISPZZATX RA UL
A Story of the Early Settlement
Some years ago, !WAS one of a convi
vial party that met at the principal hotel
in the city of Columbus, Ohio, the seat of
civernment of the Buckeye State.
It was a winter evening, when all with
out was bleak and sternly, and all within
were blithe and gay; when song and gm ,
ry made the circuit of the festive hour&
filling up the chasms of life with mirth
We had met for the express purpose of
rankir:!tt night of it, and the pious inten
tion wee duly and most religiously carried
out. The Legislature was in session in
that town, and not a few of the worthy
legislators were present upon this occa
One of these worthies I will name, as
he not only took a big swarth in the eve
entertainment„but he was a mon
more generally known than even our wor
thy President J. K. Polk. That man
was the Irons Capt. Riley, whose nar
rative of sufferings and adventures are
pretty generally known all over the civil.
ized world. Captain Riley was a fine fat
good humored joker, who at the period,pf
my story, was the representative of the
Dayton District, and lived near thac little
city when at home. Well,Capt, Riley
had amused the company with many of
his far lamed and singular adventures,
which being mostly told before, and read
by millions of people, that have seen his
book, I will not attempt to repeat them
Many were the stories and adventures
told by the company, when it came to the
turn of the well known gentleman, who
represented the Cincinnati District. As
is yet among the living. and
perhaps not disposed to be the subject
of a joke or story, I do not feel at liberty
to give his name. Mr• was a slow
believer of other men's adventures, and at
the same time much disposed to magnify
himself into a marvelous hero, whenever
the opportunity offered. As Capt. Riley
wound up one of his truthful, though re•
ally marvellous adventures, Mr.
coolly remarked, that the Captain's story
was all very well, but did not begin to
compare with an adventure that he had
"once upon a time," on the Ohio, below
the present city of Cincinnati.
"Let's have it ! let's have it !" returned
from all hands.
gentlem , m," said the Senator
clearing his voice for action, and knocking
the ashes from his cigar; "gentlemen I'm
not in the habit (quite •otorious for it !)
of spinning yarns of marvellous or ficti•
tious matter, and therefore, it's scarcely
necessary to affirm upon the responsibility
of my reputation gentlemen, that what l'm
about to tell you is the God's truth and•—
"Oh, never mind that, go on, Mr.—,"
chimed the party.
"Well, gentlemen, in 18— I came
down the Ohio river, and settled at Lo-
Santi, now called Cincinnati. It was at
that time but a little settlement of some
twenty or thirty logand frame cabins ; and
where now stands the Broadway Hotel,
and blocks of stores and dwelling houses
was the cottage and corn patch of old Mr.
a tailor, who by-the-by, bought
that land for the making of a coot. Well
I put up my cabin with the aid of my
neighbors, and put to a patch of corn and
potatoes, about where the Fly market now
stands, and set about improving my lot
Occasionally I took my rifle and started
ofl with my dog down the river, to look up
a little deer, or bar meat, then very plenty
song the river. 'the blasted red skins
were lurking about and hovering around
the settlement, and every once in a while
picked off some of our neighbors, or stole
our rnitle or horses. f hated the red
devils, and made no bones of peppering
the blasted serpents whenever I g.,t a eight
at them. In fact, the rascals had a dread
of me, and had laid a great many traps
to get my scalp, but I was'nt to be caunlit
napping. No, no, gentlemen I was too
well up to 'em for that.
Well I started one morning, pretty ear
ly, to take a hunt; and travelled a long
way down the river, over the bottoms and
hills, but could'n find bar or deer. About
four o'clock in the afternoon, I made
tracks for the settlement ngnin.—By and
by, I sees a buck just ahead of me, walk
ing leisurely down the river; I slip
ped up, with my faithful dog close to my
rear, to within clever shooting distance,
and just as the buck struck his nose in the
drink, I drew a bead upon his topnot, and
over he tumbled, and si lurged, awhile,
when I came up and relieved him by cut
ting his wizzen,-"
"Well, but what is that to do with an
adventure?" said Riley.
"Hold on a bit, if ye please gentlemen
—by Jove it had a good deal to do with
it. For, while I was busy skinning the
hind quarter of the buck, and stowing
away the kidney fat in say hunting shirt,
I heard a 'noise like the breaking of brush
under a moccasin at the '.bottom," My
dog heard it and started up to reconnoitre
and I lost no time in re loading my rifle
I had hardly got my printing on before
my dog raised a howl, and broke ..hrough
the bush towards me with his tail down,
as be was not used to doing unlem there
were wolves, painters (panthers) or Ingins
I picked up my knife, and took up my
line of march in a skulking trot up the
river. The frequent gullies on the lower
bank made it tedious travelling these, so I
scrabbled up the upper bank which was
pretty well covered with buckeye and
sycamore, and a very little underbrush.—
One peep below, di covered to toe three
as big and strapping red devils, gentlemen
as you ever clapped your eves un ! Yes
there they came, not above nix hundred
yards in my rear, shouting and yelling
like devils, and coining after me like all
h— broke loose !"
quid an old woodsman, sitting
at the table, '•you took a tree of course."
lido by gentlemen ; I took
no tree just then, but took to my heels like
sixty, and it was just as much as my old
dog could do to keep up with me. I run
until the whoops of the red skins grew
fainter and fainter behind me, and clean
out of wind, ventured to look behind me,
a6d there came one single red devil, puf
fing and blowing not three hundred yards
in my rear. He had got on a piece of bot
tom, where the trees were small and
scarce—now old fellow, I'll have you, so
" LIBERTY AND UNION, NOW AND FOREVER, ONE AND INSEPARABLE. "
HUNTINGDON ; PA., WEDNESDAY, JUNE 24, 1857.
I trotted off at a pace sufficient to let the
red devil gain on tae; and when he had
got about near enough I wheeled and fired
and down I brought him ; dead as a door
nail, at a hundred and twenty yards."
"Then you skelp'd (scalped) him inn
tnedintely," said the old woodsman.
"D—d clear of it, gentlemen, for by
the time I got my rile loaded, here came
the other two red skins, shouting and
whooping close on me, and away I broke
again like a quarter horse. I was now
.about five miles from the settlement, and
it was getting. towards sunset ; I run un
til my wind beg., to he pretty short, when
I took a brok b:ink, nod there the red dev
ils came snorting like mad buffaloes, one
about two or or three hundred yards ahead
of the other, so I acted possum again un
til the foremost Ingin got pretty well up,
and I wheeled and fired, at the very too.
merit he was drawing a bend, nn me; he
fell head over stomach into the dirt, and up
came the tint red devil—'
"So you laid for him, and—" and gas
"No," continued the 'member' I didn't
lay for him ; I hadn't time to load, so I
laid legs to the gr 'ands and started again.
I heard the blasted devil, every bound
he Iliad,- after me, I run and run until
the fire flew out of my eyes, and the old
dog's tongue hung out 6f his mouth a
quarter of a yard long!"
"Yhe•e•ew !" whistled somebody.
"Fact, by —, gentlemen. Well what
was I to do, I didn't know—rifle empty,
no big tree about, a murdering red dev
il nit three hundred yards in my rear, end
what was worse, just then it occurred to
me that I was not a great ways from a big
creek (now called Mill Creek.) and there
I should be pinned at last.
"Just at this juncture, I struck my toe
against a root, and down I tumbled and
my old dog over me. Before I could
"The red devil fired !" gasped the old
nlle did, gentlemen. I felt the ball
strike me under trio sunuiue, ”m,
didn't seem to put any embargo upon my
locomotion, for, soon as I got up 1 took off
again q uto refreshed by my fall. I heard
the red skin close behind me, coming on,
ovary minute I expected to have his toma
hawk dashed into my head and shoulders.
Something kiwi of cool began to trickle
down my boots—'
..Blood, eh ? from the shot the varment
gin," said the old woodsman, in a great
state of excitement.
"I thought so," said the senator, "but
what do you think it was 1"
.INT t being blood, we were all puzzled
to know what the blazes it could be, when
Riley observed :
su, pose you had—"
' , Melted the deer fat which I had stuck
in the breast of my hunting ,hirt, and the
grease was running down my_ legs until
toy feet got so greasy that my heavy boots
flew, and one hitting the dog, nearly knock•
ed his brains out.
We nll grinned, wh!ch, the 'member'
noticing observed :
hope, gimilemen, no man here will
presume to think I inn migemrating."
“0, certainly not! go on, Mr.
well all chimed in.
••\Nell. the ground under my feet was
soft. and being relieved of my heavy boots
with double quick tine•, and seeing the
creek ahem half a tilt all', I ventured
to look over my sh tu!,ler, to see what
kind of a chance then• was to held up
an , l load. •I'he red skin was coming jog
ging along gretts well blowed out, about
five hundred wards in the rear. By—
thinks I, here goes toload, anyhow.
o, at it I went,—in went the powder
Ind putting on my patch, down went the
ballet about half way, and oil snapped my
"Thunder and lightning !" shouted the
old woodsman, who was worked up to
the top notch in the member's story.
Good God ! wasn't I in a pickle ?"
There was the red whelp within two hun
dred yards of me, pacing along. and load
ing up his rifle as he came ! I jerked out
the broken ramrod, dashed it away, and
started on, priming up as I cantered off
determined to turn and give the red devil
a blast, any how, as soon as I reached the
'1 was new within a hundred yards of
the creek, I could lee the smoke from the
settlement chimneys ; a few more jumps
and I was by the creek,—the red devil
was close upon me,—he gave a whoop,
and I raised my rifle ; on he came—
knowing that I had broken my ramrod,
and my load not down ; another whoop.
whoop; and he was within fifty yards of
me ! I pulled trigger, agd—'
"And killed him," chuckled Riley.
"No, sir ! L iniswd fire, by—'
"And the red devil," shouted the old
woodsman, in a frenzy of excitement.
"Fired and killed me !"
The screams and shouts that followed
this finale, brought landlord Noble, ser•
vants and hostlers, running up stairs to
see if he house was on fire !
lirmn the N Y. Tribune.
Bayard Taylor's Arctic) Expe-
In a letter from I . ll,,aranda, dated Jan.
2 th. 18f7, Bayard Taylor gives some
fearial, yet thrilling. details of Ills experi
mice of Arctic cold, during a four day's
journey, with the roorcury 47 degrees be•
low zero Ile says :--
Our long exposure to the extreme cold,
coupled as ii was with lack of rest and of
nourishment, now began to tell upon us.—
Our temperature fell so low that we again
had recourse to the rum, which alone, I ve
rily believe, prevented us from freezing
bodily. One is locked in the iron embrace
of the Polar air, until the very life seems
to be squeezed out of him. I huddled my
self in my poesk, worked my fingers end
toes, buried illy nose in the damp, frozen
fur, and labored like a Hercules to keep my_
self awake and alive—but almost in vain.
Braisted and I kept watch over each other
or attempted it, for about the only conscious
ness either of no had, was that of the pe_
ril of falling asleep. We talked of any
thing and everything, sang, thumped each
other, but the very next minute we would
catch ourselves falling over the aide of the
sled. A thousand dreams worried ray brain
and mixed themselves with my talk ; and
the absurdities thus created helped to ar•
°use me Speaking of seeing some wolves
in the woods of California, I gravely con
tinued : took cut my sword, sharpened
it on the grindstone and dared him weenie
on"—when a punch in the ribs stopped
Another time, while talking of hippopo
tami ---• • - -•
want any assns, you must go 1 . 0 1 "If You .
son's Bay Company. They haves depot
of them on Vancouver's Island." Braid--
ed gave me much trouble, by assuring me
in the most natural. witle.awake voice that.
he was not in the l..aat sleepy, when the
reins had dropped from his hands and his
head rocked on his shoulder. I could ne
ver be certain whether he was asleep or a
wake. Our only plan was not to let the
conversation flag a minute.
At Torakankorwa we changed horses
without delay, and hurried on to Mower,
gi. On turning out of the road to avoid a
hay shed, we were turned completely ov•
or. There was no fun in this, nt such a
time. I fell head-foremost into deep'snow
getting a lump in my right eye, which
completely blinded me for a time. My
forehead, eyebrows and the bridge of my
nose were insufferably painful. Ou reaoh
ing Mmurerigi I found my nose frozen
through, and considerribly swollen. The
. in bed. hot we went into the
kitchen, where a dozen or inure were stow
ed about, and called for the landlord. Three
young girls, who were in be i in one cor.
nee. rose arid dressed themselves in our
presence without the lens. hesitation, boil
ed some milk and gave us bread and but
ter. We had a single small bed, which
kept us warm by obliging us to he close.
Sometin ' ie the night ta-n Swedes arrived
whit I lir tor d about and made so much
noise, 'lint 13raisted finally silenced them
by threats of personal violence, delivered
in very good English,
In the morning the mercury froze, after
showing 40 degrees below zero. The cold
was by this time rather alarming, especial
ly after our experience the previous day.
The air was hazy with the fine, frozen at
oms of moisture, a raw wind blew from the
north, the sky was like steel which has
been breathed upon—in short, the cold
was visible to the naked eye. We warm
ed our gloves and boots and swathed our
heads so completely that not a feature was
to be seen. L had a little loophole between
my cup and boa, but it was soon filled up
with frost from my breath, and helped to
keep to the warmth. The road was hard
and smooth as marble. We had good bos
ses, and leaving Arasaxa and the Polar Cir
cle behind us, we sped down the solid bed
of the Tornea to Niemis.
On the second stage we began to freeze
from want of fond. The air was really ter
rible; nobody ventured out of doors who
could stay in the house. The smoke was
white and dense, like steam, the wind was
a blast from the Norseman's hell, and the
touch of it on your face almost made you
scream. Nothing can be more severe—
flaying, branding with a hot iron, cutting
with a dull knife, foc,, may be something
like it, but no worse.
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The sun rose through the frozen air a
little after nine, and mounted quite high at
noon. At Packila we procured some hot
milk and smoked reindeer, tolerable horses
and a stout boy of fourteen to drive our I
baggage-sled. Every one we met had a
face either frozen or about to freeze, Such
a succession of countenances, fiery red,
purple, blue, black almost, with white frost
spots and surrounded with rings of ioy
hair and fur, I never saw before, We
thanked (led again and again that our faces
were turned southward, and that the dead
ly wind was blowing on our backs. When
we reached Korpy Kilo, our boy's lace, al.
though solid and greasy as a bag of lard,
was badly frozen. His nose was quite
white and swollen as if blistered by fire,
and there were frozen blotches on both
cheeks. The landlord rubbed the parts
instantly with rum, and performed t..e
same operation on our ruses.
Again for the first time for more than a
month we raw daylight, and I cannot dos
. cribe how cheering was the effect of those
pure, white, brilliant rays, in spite of the
1 1 iron landscape they illumined. It was no
longer the setting light of the level Arctic
sun ; not the twilight gleams of shifting
color, beautiful, but dim ; not the faded,
mock daylight, which sometimes eintmer•
ed for a hall-hour at noon ; but the true
vhito, full, golden day, which we had al•
most forgotten. ISo nearly, indeed, that I
did nut for some time suspect the cause of
the unusual whiteness and brightness. Its
effect upon the trees was superb. The
twigs of the bileh and the needles of the
fir were coat( d with orystal, and sparkling
like jets of j• w, spouted up from the
bosom of the immaculate snow. The
clumps of birches can be compared to
nothing, but frozen fountains—frozen in
full action, with their showery sheaves of
spray arrested before they fell. It was a
wonderful, a fairy world we beheld—too
beautiful to be lifeless, but every face we
met retufnded us the more that. this was the
chill beauty of Death—of dead Nature.
Death was in the sparkling air, in the i jew.
if4eSfrin digul hOiltPel,leumPw 11 I grasp
yours like a vice; uncover your mouth
and your frozen lips will soon acknowledge
Even while I looked the same icy chills
were running through my blood, precur
sors of that drowsy torpor which I was so
anxious to avoid. But no ;it would come,
aria I dozed unt.l both hands became so
stiff that it was barely possible to restore
their powers of motion and feeling. It was
not quite dark when we reached Kuckula,
the last station ; but thence to Ilaiiranda
our horses were very old nod lazy, and
our postillion was a little boy whose wealll
voice had no effect. Braisted kept his
hands warm in jerking and urging, but I.
sat and froze. Village after village was
passed, but we looked in vain for the lights
of ornean. We were thoroughly ex
hausted with our five days battle against
the dreadful cold, when at last a row of
lights gl. anted across the river, and wa
drove up to the inn, The landlord met us
with just the same words us on our first
` lx xtLlaii .
BLACKSMITH OF RAGENBACH.
In the principality of flohemlolie, now
a part of the hingdoin of 11 irteniburg, is a
village called Ilugenbach, where twenty
years ago the following event took place
One aiternoon in the curly autumn, in
the tavern room of Ragenbach several men
and women having assembled sat at their
The smith formed one of the very mer
ry company—astrong, vtgoroun man, with
resolute countenance and daring mien, but
also with such a good natured smile on his
lips that every one who saw him admired
him. his arms were bars of iron and his
fists like forge hummers so that few could
equal him 111 strength of body.
The smith sat near the door chatting
with one of his neighbors, wiwn all at
once the door opened, add a d,T, came
staggering into the room, a great powerful
beast, with a ferocious and frightful aspect
his head. hanging down, and his eyes
blood-shot, his lead colored tongue hanging
half way out of his mouth, and his tail
dropped between his legs. Thus the fero
cious beast entered the room, out of which
there was no escape but by one door.—
Scarcely had the smith's neighbor, who
was the bath-keeper of the place seen the
animal when he became deadly pale,
sprang up and exclaimed, with a horrified
'Good heavens, tho dog is mad !'
Then rose an outcry. The room was
full of men and women, and the foaming
beast stood before the only entrance, no
one could leave without passing him. Ile
snapped 'savagely right and left ; no one
could leave the room without being bitten.
This increased the horrible confusion. All
sprang up and shrunk front the dog with
agonizing countenances. Who should dc
liver them from him ? The smith also
stood among them, and as hr saw the an
guish of the people, it flashed across his
mind how many of his happy and conten
ted neighbors would be made miserable by
a mad dog ; and he formed a resolution,
the like of which is scarcely ever to be
found in tit, history of the human race for
high-mindedness end nobleness. Certain
ly his brown cheek paled a little, but his
eyes sparkled, and an elevated resolution
shone from the simple minded man.
413ack all!' thundered he with a deep
strung voice. 'Let no one stir, for none
can vanquish the beast but I ! One victim
tong, fall in order to save all, and I will be
that victim, I will hold the brute, and
whilst I do so, make your escape.'
The smith had scarcely spoken these
words when the d..g started towards the
shrieking people. But he went not far.
.With God's help,' cried the smith, and
he rushed upon the foaming beast, seized
Jilin with an iron grasp, and dashed hint to
the floor. A terrible struggle followed.
The d 'g bit furiously at hist in a frightful
manner. His long teeth tore the arms and !
thl.Ois of the heroic smith, but he would
not let loose. Regardless alike of the ex-1
coast ye pain and the horrible death which j
nuisyinsuet he held withal] iron grasp the
snapping, howling brute till all had esca•
ped !—till all had reached a place of safe
ty. fie then flung the hall-strangled
beast front hint against the wall, and drip
ping with blood and venomous foam, he
left the room, locking the door after him.
Some persons then shot the dog through
Weeping and lamenting, the people sur
rounded him who had saved their lives at
ills- r elinemie of his ow,n_ mile/ do not
der to save the others. Do not thank me
T -1 have only perfeamed my duty. When
I am dead, think of me with love, and pray
tor me, that God will net let me suffer too
lang and too much. I will take care that
no further mischief shall occur through
use, fur I must certainly become mad.' He
went straight to his workshop and selected
a strong chain, the heaviest and firmest
from his whole stock. He then with his
own hands, welded it upon his own limbs
and around the anvil firstly, 'There,
said he, 'it's done,' after having silently
and solemnly completed the work; 'Now
'you are secured and lam inoffensive. So
long•as I live bring me my food. The rest
I leave to God ; into his hands I commend
Nothing could save the brave smith, nei
ther tears, lamentations nor prayers, Mad
ness seiced him and after nine days he
died. He died, but his memory will live
from generation to generation, and will be
ven. rated to the end of time. Search his
tory through and you will not find an ac
tion more glorious and cublime than the
deed of this situple•minded man, the smith
of Rage nbach.
The 't% ashington Star gsblisites a letter
from Eng,latid, written by u lady of Phila•
dt•lphia; in which she refers in the follow
ing terms to Spurgeon, the English sensa
tion preacher :"
he church was well filled without be
ing over-crowded, and we were much plea
sed with Mr. Spurgeon. His style is ra
ther peculiar, arid I dare say you have seen
many of the newspaper anecdotes about
him. He is very eloquent, but at the same
time makes use of very ludicrous expres
sions, which cause much amusement. For
instance, he designated us (his congrega
tion) small fry, and then, after expound•
ing that part of the Revelations in which
it spcaketh of "tlie angel keeping the gate
of heaven,' he pretended to hold a dialogue
with the aforesaid angel somewhat in the
following manner: 'Angel,' shouts Mr. S.,
so loudly that-he made the church ring
again, and his audience were so surprised
that for the time being perfect silence
reigned, 'Well,' says the angel. Mr. B.
—'have you got any Methodists in Hea
ven ?' 'Any Baptists ?'
'Not one! And he went througt a long
catalogue of Presbyterians, Episcopalians,
&c., &c., at the top of his voice, as though
he were talking to some one in the next
street—the angel objecting each time un
-1 til at length he said, 'Have you got any
believers . in' Christ ?' upon which the an
gel said, 'be had a few of that stock on
hand. Of course every one was in a titter
and you could hear them laugh all over
the church. hie told one or two rather
VOL. XXII. NO. 25.
ludricous stories, but still it was nothing to
what they tell of him in London.
A few weeks ago he singled Lord Pal
merston out of his congregation, and told
him, 'he needn't think so much of himself,
for his father (meaning of course Adam)
was a market gardener, and his mother
was brought up on a charge of stealing ap
ples.' Upon another occasion he told the
assembled multitude, 'that the way to hell
was easy and smooth like this,' said he,
and straightway he opened the pulpit door
put his foot over the banister and slid down
as you have seen little boys do. He then
stopped a moment and said, 'but the way
to her ven is hard like this,' and then pull
ed himself up again, vAich operation was
rather difficult, but the congregation recei
ved this practical illustration with great
applause. It is really very wonderful that
so young a man (be is only 22) should
create so much sensation, but still many
go to hear him merely from curiosity.
Singular Trial in California.
A suit was brought by a Chinaman in
the court of Justice Jenks, against a wo
man of his tribe, for the recovery dr),
alleged to have been paid by the plaintiff
in behalf of the defendant, for her and two
companions from Marysville to San Fran
; Cisco. During the progress of the trial it
was proposed that the test of the Chinese
oath be brought into requisition. The idea
is as follows : 2 live roosters are presented,
and the parties each tike the oath, and at
the same time cut off the head of the fowl
before then). The one who hesitates is
acknowledged to be in fault. This man
ner of oath to considered most sacred, and
a Chinaman would as soon cut his own
throat as that of the fowl ;that is, if guilty.
If tinder these circumstances he swears
falsely, he is cut off from his entire tribe.
The roosters were brought into court, and
the girl took the knife. The room was
crowded with Chinese, and as she stood
over the fowl, they all stared at her with
as much interest as if she was about to be
guillotined. The oath was being admin.
sprang forward to prevent her, as fney
evidently thought hor guilty and about to
swear falsely, but they were too late, the
floor was rlready covered with blood. The
plaintiff at once gave up the case and paid
the costs. If, however, the suspicions of
her tribe prove correct, and she is subse
quently shown to be guilty, she will suffer
severe persecution, and finally banishment,
Another Black Hole•
The Black Bole of Calcutta, as it is ter
med, is one of those historical horrors
which we read with a shudder. But those
through whose inhumanity its wretched
victims suffered were barbarians, a circum
stance which, if it does not wholly excuse
the fiendish cruelty of their conduct, at
least in some degree extenuates it. Little
did we suppose we should over be called
upon to record a repetition of this horrible
outrage against humanity, and still less that
those who suffered it to be perpetrated
would, as in this instance, claim to be
Christians. It is difficult to believe that a
I scene of cruelty, which would disgrace
'the most savage and tyrannical govern
ment on the face of the earth, mild be wit
nessed in a British colony. But such is
the case. The China Mail informs us
that 42 Chinese, on suspicion of being
concerned in the late attempt of some of
their countrymen to poison the resident
forigners, were, by the British officials at
I-long Kong, thrust into a noisome cell, 16
feet long, by 15 broad, and furnished only
with one aperture for ventilation. Here
for 20 days the unfortunate wretches were
left without food, and h ad it been for
the charity of their c o uu would
most probably have stirred
WE F 0
NOT TO BE TRUSTED AT LAIHIM.-••••
Queer things happen.sometitnes, even
in Lunatic Asylums. A rough fellow
passed the Worcester establishment, noti
ced at the window an old acquaiwunce,
Dad bawled out to him. "Hello, old fellow
what are you in for ?" "Voting for Fill
more !" was the prompt reply. The in
quirer sloped—ho had probably duos it
RECIPE FOR TILE SLASON.-A lady up
town cleared her house of flies by putting
honey on her husband's whiskers when
he was asleep. The flies stuck fast, and
when he went out of the house he serried
them oft with hint. •