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Adventures in the Camanche Country in search of a Gold Mine.
Entered according to the Act ot Conjross in the. year isit, by William,on & Burns and Charles W
WEBHKK.in the Clerks Office of the District Court oi the Southern District of New York.
“ That poor fellow is Albert’s spy!” ex
claimed the French woman, as we pushed f
through the crowd of warriors, that had 1
thronged about him to hear the news.
A most pitiable looking object he was as he c
clung to the bow of the saddle to keep himself
from falling—while the blood dropped slowly t
over the edges of his moccasins—his foaming
horse leaning its nose against the ground to i
supply the support which its shaking knees re- t
fused to give!
Two arrows were sticking in his peuson and 1
several i n the body of the wretched horse. It t
required no prophet to tell how desperate and i
t irrible the fray must have been through which r
he had passed to reach us. 1
He had only time to reply in a few feebly 1
uttered sentences to the eager questioning
around him—when he fell along with his horse, f
both apparently dying from loss of blood and 1
exhaustion. 1
I of course understood nothing of what had i
been said—but the stunned and motionless si- i
lence which fell upon all around was more fear
fully significant than any words could have i
been. I
The French woman extricated herself from >
the crowd and walked slowly to join me where 1
I stood a little apart. As she approached me I
saw that her face was white as death. —her fea- ]
tures rigidly contracted —while her large round i
eyes blazed with a fierce and gloomy light. 1
She spoke with great deliberation, but in a
voice somewhat sharpened by the effort to be
calm, —
“ Albert has been killed 1”
“ As we feared!”-.
“ Yes ; he was completely surrounded by an
overwhelming force—five or six of the moun
tain tribes have come down to join the Kewa
nies in breaking up our confederacy and rancho,
and in exterminating us. The Cayguas are
either scattered or cut to pieces, and these
mountain robbers are hurrying now' to burn
down our beautiful home. Captain you will
help me
“ You should not doubt that while I have
“ I did not. We must have vengeance end
prevent this infernal consummation i”
“ Well, my men are refreshed. We will
mount at once.”
“ At once I and thank you good Capitaine !”
she said with a trembling voice, as she took my
hand and pressed it in hers—“ one more blow
for the memory of Albert, as he was, and I am
done with him forever.”
iU’She turned off quickly and walked towards
her horse, which was still grazing with a fam
ishing eagerness —unconscious of the new trial
so suddenly awaiting its faithful endurance.
My men crowded around me to hear the
news—some portion of which old Hicks had al
ready communicated to them.
We were gathered apart from the mass of the
warriors, and our originally small party looked
lamentably reduced by the loss we had suffered
Poor Thompson was buried far enough away
beneath the drooping moss of that old Live-Oak
—Dolphin Larry had just paid the penalty of
his brutal lusts at my hands—and Wicklife, the
brave fellow had disappeared in the late fight
with the Kewanies. /
It turned out that Gallagher, whom I had
missed and supposed to be lost too—had only
been detained in the rear of the running fight
by the crippled condition of his horse which
had been severely wounded early in the affair.
We now numbered only eight of the original
eleven. Nearly every man ot whom was wound
ed, and some quite seriously. But they were
the choice of all—the best fighters—the most
faithful, and in every sense reliable !
Gallant fellows! They looked in poor con
dition for a renewal of the scenes of yesterday.
My heart rebuked me pt the thought of pro
posing a new and perhaps more formidable en
terprise to them in their haggard and crippled
I felt the warm flush of gratitude and. pride
rise to my forehead, when in spite of all, they,
to a man cheerfully, and even enthusiastically,
responded to my wishes, and separated prompt
ly to bring up their horses from the prairie.
Our Indian allies were not quite so ready, and
indeed it was not until the French woman gal
loped into their midst and urged them with
ringing tones, and in a language with which
they were familiar—that they shewed much
disposition to obey my summons as a war chief
and mounted their horses once more.
They were evidently a good deal cowed by
the late hard fighting, and this disastrous news.
In fifteen minutes all was ready. Gallagher
had replaced wounded horse with one of
those rescued from the vault, and the Caygua
spy—who, on the copious application of cold
water had recovered from his swoon—was
mounted upon another and rode between two
stout warriors, who held him in the saddle.
Now we were off from this strange old ruin—
leaving it reluctantly, as we had found it unex
With all the sudden horrors attending our in
troduction to its venerable presence, we had
yet found it a pleasant haven of security and
rest, amidst the stormy and treacherous sur
roundings of our present condition.
We took our course as directly as possible
for the Rancho.
The Caygua had now so far recovered that as
we moved’ along at a slow gallop, the French
woman gathered much more of details from
him. The fight had been a most bloody and
desperate one—but had not commenced in earn
est until about day-break this morning. Albert
had made several attempts to escape with his
warriors, through the motts, but. finding him
self completely surrounded, had at last been
brought to bay, raging like a wounded pan
He drove them back on all sides at first, but
then as any advantage was gained in one direc
tion they poured in, with such overwhelming
numbers from another, that he was literally ex
hausted with slaughter, and as a last forlorn
hope, ordered the spy to make an attempt to
cut his way through and reach us.
It was in seconding this attempt by
ate charge that the spy saw him fall from his
horse and the Cayguas give back as if flying in
every direction. As he was struggling desper
ately to get through, the yell of [riurnph arose
which indicates in battle the death of a.formi
dable chief —the attention of those with whom
he immediately contended was distracted, and
he got off, covered with wounds, into the mott.
He lay there for some moments concealed, and
in that time heard loud cries and shouts which
indicated on their part the intention of going at
once to the rancho to burn it down and utterly
destroy the treacherous league which had been
formed in the heart of their country, under the
lead of a white man, whose object was to get
possession of their sacred gold mines.
He started off, leaving all one tremendous
uproar of outcries and confusion. Happening
to come out on the same side with the French
woman, he crossed her trail and had followed
it in.
With these explanations the case looked
gloomy enough for our quondam chieftain, Al
bert—yet the prowess and subtlety of himself
and his Cayguas had so impressed me, that I
could not for the life of me, realize that all was
as bad as this story represented. ,
Some quick and daring manoeuvre had been
resorted to after the spy left—which had un
doubtedly modified the disastrous character of
the event.
I suggested this idea to the French woman—
but she only shook her head. She kiKw more
than I could—she had seen too surely to doubt,
the fatal odds against them, and the certainty
of their destruction in the event of their being
entirely surrounded.
She would have urged our moving to their
rescue at once so soon as she had been able to
rise in the morning, but for the certain con
viction that all was over long before. The
coming of the Caygua at all had surprised her
far more than it had .me.
Old Hicks and the grim chief, who, by the
way, had lately formed a sort of sympathetic
croney-ship—now had gone ahead as our spies
and advance.
We necessarily moved with less rapidity than
usual, for our horses were fagged and many of
us wounded.
The French woman and myself rode together.
She had recovered her composure—and turning
to me suddenly, she asked me how I accounted
for the unexpected presence of Larry at the
mission, so far in advance of me.
This was just the question which had so fre
quently been puzzling my own mind. The an
swer was by no means clear to myself. I made
it though as I conjectured the truth to be.
“The only explanation that occurs to me
with regaid to this fellow's conduct is this:
Since that scene of your first night in our camp
after you had killed the Kewanie chief—when
I threatened to shoot him in the event of a re
petition of the coarse suggestion he had made
with regard to the disposal of your person—tjie
fellow has been surly and restless. While we
were in camp at the rancho, I observed-him to
be peculiarly inquisitive with regard to the
language of the tribes—other slight, though in
significant things occured, to keep alive my
distrust and watchfulness over his movements.
I knew he hated me and was on the watch to
do you mischief. During the pursuit and fight
with the Kewanies I lost sight of him. I have
no doubt that during our desperate collision
with them in the valley, he deserted—having
learned the necessary words—and surrendered
himself a prisoner.
“ I think he supposed we would be cut to
pieces—and shrewdly conjecturing the direc
tion Albert had taken—offered his services as
a warrior if they would send him to join the
other tribes —knowing that this move would
bring him nearer to you.
“ The Kewanies, finding themselves hard
pressed, were glad to send off a suspicious ally
to where he would be in safe keeping—parti
cularly as his rifle would aid their own messen
gers for succor in fighting their way, if neces
sary, to the other camp.
“ So, no doubt, he was sent off, with the
three warriors about him, whose business it was
to see that he did not prove traitor, and as well
to bring succor back with them.
“ I do not question that your meeting was
purely accidental. Both of you were equally
surprised and absorbed by the unexpected ap
parition of the old mission ruins. You came
so suddenly together because all your senses
were absorbed in the astonishment—your eves
were probably upraised and, it may be, your
mouths were all a-gap—or else the collision
which did occur would never have taken place
between persons trained to the nicety of sense
necessary in and peculiar to prarie warfare.”
“ Your conclusion is not particularly com
plimentary—but is, as it appears to me, not the
less true for that.”
“ I think you may safely claim the distinction
of having been the first person in all this weary
wilderness who has suffered martyrdom through
the organ of wonder.”
It was not long until we reached our old trail
not far from the mountain gap, which led into
the valley of the Rancho.
Here our spies reported the traces of a very
large body of horsemen passing through. They
estimated their numbers at over fifteen hun
dred. This was appalling odds for our small
and crippled force to meet —but we had calcu
lated on a desperate venture, and it was too.
late to turn back now had We been disposed.
We pushed on, but with greater caution, for
fear of a surprise or ambush. There was no
thing of the proud alacrity, which had hereto
fore characterised our movements, in the ad
vance we were now making, and I grew
It seemed almost like the turn-out of a hos
pital of the wounded to leard a forlorn hope. I
felt depressed in spite of myself—Snd the slow
monotonous tramp of our horses sounded like a
funereal march.
The French woman felt this general de
pression—indeed we all felt it alike—though no
one exhibited the slightest inclination to turn
We kept on in a dogged ominous silence
through which we could hear with painful dis
tinctness the pantings of our weary horses.
I have always observed that a body of men
moving upon an enemy, in such a mood, if they
ever can be brought to meet the collision at all,
are terribly formidable—for they precipitate
themselves into the conflict with the sullen
fury of despair, which recks of nothing but the
fierce work of blood in hand.
A conflict «f this kind is always marked by
unmitigated ferocity, and is always looked back
to by the survivors as to an awful dream of ter
ror and of blinded struggle.
Such was the character of the murderous
fight into which we soon found ourselves preci
When we came in sight of the rancho it was 1
blazing high—the flames now and then vaulting
quickly above the dark volumes of smoke which
hovered over it. A black mass of warriors
swayed to and fro tumultuously about the base
of this red column.
This was all we saw. We spurrodour wearied
horses into furious speed, and in another mo
moment burst with a hoarse howl into their
I remember few particulars of this ferocious
fight. It is all a maddened chaos to me, through
which I raged and struggled with the rest. One
form was in my eye and one purpose nerved
my arm. The French woman must be saved!
My little band clung together and followed
my movements like machinery, and I followed
hers. She seemed possessed of the demon of
slaughter. It was awful to see a frail and gen
tle woman so possessed I
I thought from her recklessness that she
seemed to court death. This did not surprise
me and I determined to disappointment her for
I wished her to live for me.
The mass of our foes had at first given back to
our sudden charge—but the panic soon reacted
and it closed crushingly around our small force.
Now, admidstthe ring of our last pistols—the
death groans of the slain—the anguished yells
of the wounded and the hoarse yells of our tri
umphing enemies, I saw the French woman un
horsed and fall.
: My knife was out and I was striking wildly
; over her prostrate form, when with a burst of
light in which my brain seemed to have ex-
■ ploded, I went into outer darkness.
I do not know what else occurred—but when
■ I waked to consciousness again it was with the
■ gleam ot a camp-fire in my face. I was as much
I confused as if 1 had really—as I first supposed
—opened my eyes in another world.
1 Beyond the large fire, which at first dazzled
, my eyes too much, for me to distinguish any
, object beyond—all was pitchy blackness.
The silence was profound except the heavy
hum of breathing., which seemed to indicate the
1 presence of many sleepers. I attempted to
- turn my head but found myself powerless. I
i closed my eyes upon the dazzling light as a re
i lief.
I now attempted to move my limbs but found
that I had no control of them although they
were evidently not bound.
The fearful thought flashed upon my confus
ed mind thst I was dead, and that this was the
red gate of Avernus at the portals of which I
was powerlessly awaiting my summons to ap
pear before the ruthless Judges.
I struggled long with this phantom terror
until within the stillness I heard the beating 'of
my own heart and then the strong consciousness
of being and living resumed its ascendancy and
all my life came back once more.
I now gradually accustomed my eyes to the
strong light by opening them slowly until they
had adjusted themselves to the bright influx.—
The nearer objects gradually defined themselves
—but that which instantly arrested all my at
tention was the form of Albert whom we had
supposed to be slain.
He sat leaning erectly against the stem of a
tree. His classical and sharply chiseled face
looked ghastly pale. His eyes were wide open
and gleamed steadily into the darkness before
him as if he were searching with unwinking
scrutiny its fathomless depths.
I was profoundly startled at this sight—but’
there was nothing ghostlike in it and 1 was not
altogether unprepared to see him
What did startle me was that he was here
again to haunt Zier life with his abhorred pre
sence ! I did not think or care as to the possi
ble agency he might have had in rescuing me
from death. It was as her tyrant still alive that
I cursed him in my heart!
This feeling was so predominent that for the
moment I forgot to look whether she too had
been rescued. I now cast my eyes eagerly
around in search of her—but the range of my
vision was necessarily limited by my posi
tion. So far as the light reached, or ! could
turn my eyes, the ground was closely covered
with sleeping forms of the Caygua warriors.—
All that was left me was to lie still in helpless
astonishment. There was the veritable form
of Albert before me—he could not be a ghost !
and those sleeping forms breathed rather loud
for shadows !
In an hour or two my quai dam Frenchman
began to nod contagiously lor 1 soon found my
self following suit as nearly as the condition of
my spinal column would admit.
I believe a weary man who saw a Tiger
couched before him, ready to spring on his
slightest movement, would go to sleep from
sympathy if the monster nodded drowsily.
_Be this as it may—l went to sleep again and
did not wake until about noon of the next day.
Some kind hand had spread an awning of skins
above my face.
The paralysis had in some measure left me.
I could now turn my head about and move my
limbs slightly. The smouldering ashes were
before me and the sleeping forms all gone. The
strong sunlight shewed me that I was stretched
near the foot of and facing a high cliff. A
small grove interposed between me and the ab
rupt glittering rocks.
I turned my head with difficulty and gazed
around me. Gradually the scenery became
familiar. I looked down the line of the bluff
before me and soon my eye was arrested by the
faint blue curling of smoke. I at once recog
nized the smouldering ruins of the Rancho.
It was less than a quarter of a mile distant,
and the charred posts of the stockading still
shewd here and there the glow of fire—and the
quick leap of tongue-like flames still gleamed
around their crumbling stumps. There was no
human being in sight and I was just wondering
whether I had been left to die alone through
the tender mercies of my friend Albert, when
a low groan upon my left caused me to turn my
head .that way.
The French woman lay stretched about ten
feet from me with an awning of skins like my
own over her face. She was not fairly awake,
and was groaning and muttering in her disturb
ed sleep.
I felt a year’s life renewed in my veins as I
recognized her form. Just now came the heavy
trampling rush of horses from behind that
seemed to threaten me with extermination. I
was attempting in nervous terror to spring up
when the sounds ceased and Albert strode de
liberately in front of me, making a bow and
formal salutution as he saw me to be awake.
“Tough times we’ve had lately SirCapitain !
Rough country, this, for sober citizens !”
“ But I thought you had been killed ?”
“ O yes! undobtedly ; I have been killed a
number of times-—but I have always managed
to come to life again I”
“ A lucky person you are. But can you ex
plain to me the meaning of this trouble I have
tn making use of myself as I used to do ?”
“ Yes! yes ! When you made that headlong
stupid charge into their midst, the Indians gave
you a friendly tap on the back of the head
which possibly made you see something more
than stars—just to remind you of the dangers of
familiarity. They would probably have car
ried their illustration to the ridiculous extreme
of taking your scalp, but that I and my Cay
guas came along at the instant and furnished
them with amove exciting amusement.”
“ Certainly you and your Cayguas are very
interesting and longlived persons—but that
fact does not at the present render me at all
more comfortable. Can you tell me what has
become of my men, and how the French woman
is ?” 1
“As for your men four t>f them are killed
outright, the others are all crippled like your
self. The French woman—as you call her
is in the same predicament and lies there not
very far from you. You and she would be an
interesting couple to make love to each other
just now !”
This last was spoken by him in such perfect
unconsciousness as a good joke, that I could
scarcely refrain from a smile. But this was
dreadful news enough. My party cut down
from eight to four, and as to who they might be
my very soul was agonized.
The pompous tyrant had now walked off’
without giving me an opportunity of enquir
I loved all my men—but there were those
among them whom I could less afford to lose
than the- others. Old Hicks was my first
thought. But tney were none of tl em in view,
so that 1 had to endure thesuspense.
His Indians in the meantime took possession 1
of my mutilated body and carried me through a <
vapour or sweating bath under a blanket, ac- I
companied by such rubbing as would have done
justice t ‘Turkish operators in the same line.
This roused me up surprisingly—but I was
still unable to walk or even to turn my head
much. I saw at a distance several other per
sons undergoing the same discipline. These 1
took for granted were my men, though they
were too far off for me to speak to them. In a
few hours the warriors of my tribe came up at
full gallop and dismounting gathered around
about me as I lay stretched upon the earth.
The poor fellows looked as if they had seen
hard times and their ranks were greatly thin
They made a litter of their hands and brought
Old Hicks to me that lie might translate. Il
was a warm and earnest pressure I gave to the
hand of the brave old man—for I had greatly
dreaded lest he might prove to be among the
They had a lamentable tale ot loss to tell —
for the last affair had been to us all a disastrous
one. They had lost very heavily in their at
tempts to rescue me. particularly. All my men
were now gone but Martin, Landeville, and
I groaned in spirit with a deep bitter agony.
This mad infatuated passion of mine was cost
ing me terribly Brave fellows ? they had risk
ed and lost all in following me through these
wild struggles ! and to what end had all this
unquestioning devotion been wasted ?
This was a question I found great difficulty in
answering. I loved the Frenchwoman, and had
followed her strangely fatal fortunes reckless of
all else ! I had sacrificed my men to her—and
possibly my own life ! And who was she that
had exerted such disastrous influence at the ex
pense of so much to us all ?
The mistress of a brutal adventurer I A dis
carded leman 1 What else was she according
to her own confessions ? And heft five loyal
men had sold their lives for her of whom they
never heard before and knew nothing.
What evil and mysterious charm was this she
wielded? for they had seemed to be possessed
by it as well as myself, and even these wild In
dians shared the spell. All of us had followed
her without question—as in a dream, we had
done maddest and unheard of things, yet . ithout
our special wonder when they were passed 1 all
because her gracious smile had repaid us and
her reckless daring gone before our own.
It was so novel and so wonderful to us all to
see the hero a-.d the woman thus united. I
cursed her and blessed her in the same breath !
She .had been the. fiend—the evil genius—yet
th" angel of my life!
What was strangest of'all, I had never heard
—even from Old Hicks—in the face of these
heavy sacrifices—a word of complaint directed
to her as the cause of al). My warriors had
never murmurred, but had followed blindly on
with instinctive chivalry in the lead of beauty,
gentleness and daring?
I was greatly touched by the expressions of
entire devotion on the part of my warriors
which were translated tome by Old Hicks. He
was very feeble and could only speak in low
trembling tones.
He told me that they had been following up
the flight of the mountain tribes and had taken
much plunder. The unexpected charge of
Albert following my own had driven them in
complete route, though they had succeeded in
destroying the Rancho and had come near scalp
ing both the French womrn and myself. Yet
they had been thoroughly panic struck and
In spite of my bifter thoughts I asked eager
ly after the Frenchwoman. Old Hicks told me
that she was dangerously wounded, and that it
would not be safe for me to see or talk with her
I was obliged to be contented with this and
feeling greatly fatigued by the e on of talk
ing, 1 desired to be left alone.
It will probably suffice for me to tell that for
ten days I was entirely unable to use my limbs,
and that during this time Albert was most assi
duously courteous and attentive, though in
stinctively distant, for he necessarily felt that I
hated him. He offered no explanation of his
escape, and I asked none.
But there was a solitary tent of Buffalo robes
and poles a few paces distant from me which
formed the principal object of inteiest in
the narrow landscape I could command. In
it I knew she was living I How danger
ously ill I could only conjecture, for Albert
merely answered me in unsatisfactory monosyl
ables when I asked him of her condition, and I
saw no one else but Indians.
One after another my men came forth pale
and ghostlike to visit me. It seemed miserably
forlorn for us—only four wounded and feeble
men in this wild wilderness left to stand
beside each other.
The bearing of Albert became every day
more insolent, and I conjectured accordingly,
that the Frenchwoman was growing worse.
I had previously been denied any. sight or
knowledge of her condition, except such as I
could gather from the men, incidentally.
They told me that she was very badly hurt,
and that the Cayguas were nursing her with
great tenderness. Whether she would survive
or not, was a matter of great doubt.
Old Hicks, hobbled to my side every morning
and Dr. Martine, managed with the assistance
of the warriors, to present his mutilated per
son now and then—his mirthfulness was yet in
domitable, he joked and laughed merrily as
It was a sombre time I had of it those ten
days,—l wished a thousand times that I had
been killed outright, rather than be thus ex
cruciated by suspense. Albert, now came
every day to chat with me, and seemed to ex
ert himself to play the agreeable, but it was al
ways so marred by a presuming assumption of
superiority, that I only hated him more hearti
ly than ever.
I had now recovered sufficiently to be able to
walk feebly a few paces. The first use I made
of my recovered strength, was to reach the tent
of buffalo hides, that had been so long the
chiefest object of attraction and interest to me.
I entered it by the aid of a lance, which sup
ported my tottering steps. The French woman
was stretched upon a couch of- skins—she was
very thin and feeble. She turned her head
languidly as I entered. Her pale thin face
flushed as she saw me, and she slowly lifted her
cold and death like hand to greet me. It trem
bled as I touched it, and 1 sank down by her
“ Then there is hope that you may live !
that brutal traitor has lied to me as usual,
whenever he has spoken of vou.”
“Ah ! you, and you will be well again soon,
for I feel now that I have seen you, that I shall
be strong again to-morrow—you too must be
well now—if it be but for vengance 1”
“ Yes, yes, I shall soon be well now—l have
been more depressed by his lies, than by my
wounds." Oh, how may heart leaped with joy
and how beautiful the world seemed now.
[To be continued. ]
> by ti)£ Captain.
Taking a Whale.
One.of the most exciting and at the same
time dangerous occupations of the “whaleman”
is the destruction and capture of the mighty
! leviathan of the deep—the whale. Infuriat
ed with the pain produced by the harpoon,
the monster sometimes dashes the boat to
■ pieces by a blow of his flukes, and the sailor
is obliged to seize an oar or a piece of the
shattered boat, and keep afloat, as best he may,
f until picked up by the other boats. The dying
struggles of the whale are truly awful. Foam
ing and breaching, he plunges from wave to
wave, flinging high in the air torrents of lood
and spray. He lashes the water with his huge
flukes, till the very ocean appears to heave and
tremble at his power. He buries himself in the
gory sea, and rising again rushes furiously at
his enemies. But his respite is generally short
Whichever way he turns, he is met with the
sharp lance, and tossing, struggling, dashing
over and over in his agony, he soon spouts up
his heart’s blood, and lays on the waves a life
less mass—his head to the sun—where a short
time before he sported in all the pride of gigan
tic strength and unrivalled power.
The “ chase” is generally of an exciting na
ture. After a whale is “ raised” the boats are
immediately lowered, and it is sometimes seve
ral hours before they return to the ship.
An old rover of the seas, not longsince, gave
me a description of this glorious sport, which
it may interest the reader to have nearly in his
own language:
One fine morning in 1843, the vessel to which
I was attached was ruunning down for the Al
dabra Islands, in the Indian Ocean, with a fine
steady breeze. • The weather was bright ami
clear, and the water of that peculiar color
whieh whalemen regard as the favorite resort
for whales, when the clear, loud voice of the
“lookout” came ringing down the forecastle,
“ There she blows.”
“ Where away ?” cried the Captain.
“ Three points off the lee bow, sir.”
“ Raise up your wheel, steady I”
“ Steady, sir.”
“ Mast head ahoy! Do you see that whale
»ow >”
“ Ay, ay, sir I There she blows! There she
“ How far off?”
“ Two miles and a half, sir 1”
“So near I” thundered the Captain. “ Call
all hands! Clew up the fore-t’gallant-sail—
there belay! Hard down your wheel ! Haul
back the main yard ! Get your tubs in your
boats. Clear the falls ! Stand by to lower !
All ready ?”
“ All ready, sir !” .
“ Lower away !” ,
Down went the boats with a splash. The
crews sprang over the rail, and in an instant
the larboard, starboard, and waist boats were
manned. There was great rivalry in getting
the start. The waist boat got off in pretty good
time; and away we all went dashing the water
over our bows. Nothing could be more excit
ing than the chase. The larboard and starboard
boats were head and head.
“ Give way, my lads, give way!” shouted our
head man ; “we gain on ’em; give way I”
“ Ay, ay, sir I” cried I. “What do ye say,
boys ? shall we beat them ?”
“ Pul I, pull like vengeance !” cried the crew ;
and away we went dancing over the waves,
scarcely seeming to touch them, leaving the
other boats far behind in the race.
On dashed our boat, cleaving its way, as if the ■
briny element were blue smoke. The whale, '
however, turned flukes before we could reach
him. When he appeared again above water, it
was evident that he had “ milled” when down,
by which inanouvre he had gained on us near
ly a mile. The chase was now almost useless,
as he was making to windward rapidly. Still
we were not to be beat by a circumstance of
this kind, and we braced our sinews for a grand
“Never give up, my lads I” I cried, in a
cheering voice? “Mark my words, we’ll have
that whale yet. Only think he’s ours, and
there’s no mistake about it, he will be ours.—
Now for a hard, steady pull. Give way !”
“ Give way all,” cried the men.
“There she blows! Oh, pull, my lively
lads! There she blows !” cried the harpooner.
We continued to strain every muscle till we
were hard upon the while, I sprang to the bow
and stood by with the harpoon.
“ Softly, nsy lads, softly !”
“ Ay, ay, sir!”
I now let fly the harpoon and buried the
“ Stern all!” thundered the boat steerer.
“Stern all!”
And as we rapidly “backed” from the whale,
he flung his flukes high in the air, covering us
with a cloud of spray. He then “ sounded,”
making the line whiz, as it passed through the
chocks. When he rose to the surface again we
hauled up, and the ma’e stood in the bow, ready
to dispatch him with lances.
By the time we reached him, lie had com
menced his dying struggles. The sea was
crimsoned with his blood. We lay upon »ur
oars to witness his last throes, and when he
turned his head toward the sun, (as they do
when about dying) a loud cheer burst from
every lip. ,
It was nearly dark when we arrived along
side with our prize. The larboard and star
board boats stood over the sides watching us as
we came slowly along, and when our prize was
secured greeted us with a cheer.
The appearance of this our first “ right
whale,” was hailed with delight. All hands
set to work rigging up the cutting tackle and
getting the try works ready.
After the watches were set, and the decks
cleared, I had an opportunity to examine our
prize. It was about forty-five feet in length,
and had a strong, disagreeable smell of oil, and
would make about thirty barrels.
Not a breath of air ruffled the clear, broad
ocean, as it swelled beneath and around me,
forming a multitude of figures that reflected all
the beauties of the canopv above. The moon
shone with unusual brilliancy. The calm broad
ocean presented a beautiful simile of repose,
and the light shadowy clouds floated motionless
in the air, as if in awe of the mighty wilder
ness of waters beneath them. But avast! this
is no place for being poetical. Let’s re
turn to our prize.
I was much amused at the remarks of one of
our “watch” a fellow from “way down in
Maine,” at the novel appearance of the whale.
He stood leaning over the monkey-rail, mutter
ing something to himself which I could not
“ Well, Mark,” said I, “ what is your opin
ion of whales ?” ;
“ Why I was just a thinkin’ it’s a considera
ble sort of a fish. They aint got fish like that
up the Kennebeck.”
“ I guess not. Still it is not as large as the
whale Jonah swallowed.”
“ By gosh !” said he laughing, “ if his’n was
bigger than that, I’ll be darned if the flukes
didn’t tickle his throat.”
“ Do you think whales are fish ?” said I.
“ Why some folks say whales isn’t fish at all.
I rayther calculate they are myself. Whales
has fins, so has fish ; whales has slick skins, so
has fish ; whales has tails, so has fish; whales
aint got scales on ’em, neither has catfish, nor
eels, nor tadpoles, nor frogs, nor horse leeches.
I conclude then whales is fish. Every body had
oughter call ’em so. Nine out of ten doos call
’em fish. If whales live on small fish, they’d
drive a smashin’ business up the Kennebeck.—
I never seed none up that’. If I was a whale,
I’d try them diggins. There aint better fodder
for whales no whar’. Out here at sea may be a
good place for all I know, but it looks dreadful
blue and lonesome. I’d want to be in fresh
water, if I was a whale, and then if I wanted
to season the vittles Natur’ gave me, I’d pile the
salt on rayther more moderate. I don’t like to
be forced to eat salt vittles now, and I ain’t a
whale. Whales is cannibals, I’ve a bad opinion
of ’em myself. I don’t like the looks of ’em, no
how. Gosh? what a jaw! I’d rather let ’em
be and do business on a smaller scale. Folks
that does business on a small scale ain’t so like
ly to get bu’st. Fishin’ is fishin’. I like fishin’
as well as any oody ; but catchin’ of whales is
a leetle too extensive. It’s orfully alarmin’
work. I don’t want to be swallered jest yet;
not in the whalin’ line, I don’t ?”
Fighting I’arson.—We have seen it stated
that one of the companies from Mississippi, at
the battle of Buena Vista, was commanded by a
Methodist minister. Just before the battle
commenced, and whilst the troops were form
ing, it is said he delivered the following pithy
prayer, at the head of his company :
“ Be with us this day in the conflict, 0 Lord !
We are few, and the enemy are many. Be with
us as thou wast with. Joshua when he went
down from Gilgal to Beth-ho-ron and Ajalon,
to smite the Amorites. We do not ask thee
for the sun and moon to stand still, but grant
us plenty of powder, plenty of daylight, and no
cowards. Take old Rough and Ready, under
thy special charge. Amen! M-a-r-c-h.” His
company performed prodigies on the field that
nf Sailors.
A London paper gives an account of an affray
which took place on board the bark James
Campbell, a few months since, while on her
passage from Glasgow for Batavia, with a valua
ble cargo. On the twenty-third day out, the
crew, in consequence of the tyrannical conduct
of the captain, confined him, and compelled the
mate to navigate the ship back to England,
where the affair has produced a lively sensa
tion. It is certainly a new feature in the mer
chant service of that country. It appears that
the captain ordered the watch below to grease
the masts, a duty which had been performed
only a few day previous, and which they re
fused to do again so soon, as it did not belong
to them, and as there were three boys in the
ship whose duty it was to do it. This led to
scenes of violence. The captain ordered the
men’s dinner to be taken aft, and, with sword
and cutlass in hand, swore they should have
nothing to eat, and threatened to knock their
brains'out. In addition to this, he swore most
horribly, and took an oath that he would have
some of the men’s lives before the ship reached
Batavia—the crew, during the time, not saying
a word. This ominous threat induced them to
decline doing any further duty on board, and in
a respectful manner asked the captain to put
back, as they considered their lives in danger
This he refused to do, in a threatening tone.
They then seized him and made him fast, in
sisting that the chief-mate should fetch the first
port in Great Britain the wind would admit.
She reached Plymouth in about a fortnight,
when the captain was released by order of an
agent of Lloyd’s, and the captain’s attorney pre
ferred against the crew a charge of mutiny and
piracy. Much sympathy was felt for the sailors;
and a handsome subscription raised to enable
them to employ counsel, while the people were
indignant at the violent and brutal conduct of
the captain. We have not seen the result of
the trial in this case, which is interesting alike
to ship owners, officers and seamen.
21 Coffee plantation.
A coffee estate is indeed a perfect garden,
surpassing in beauty aught that the bleak cli
mate of England can produce.
Imagine more than three hundred acres of
land, planted in regular squares with equally
pruned shrubs, each containing about eight
acres, intersected by broad alleys of palms,
oranges, mangoes, and other beautiful trees, the
interstices between which are planted with le
mons, pomegranates, cape jessamines, tube
roses, lilies, and various other gaudy and fra
grant flowers; while a double stripe of guinea '
grass, or luscious pines, skirt the sides, pre- '
senting a pretty contrast to the smooth red soil
in the centre, scrupulously kept free from all 1
verdure. Then the beauty of the whole when 1
in flower. That of the coffee,. white and so 1
abundant, that the field seems covered with
flakes of snow ; the fringe-like blossoms of tlie
rose apple; the red of the pomegranate and
Mexican rose ; the large scarlet flowers of the
pinion, which when in bloom, covering the
whole tree with a flaming red coat, is the rich
est of F 1 ora’s realm, the quaint lirio’s trumpet
shaped flowers, painted yellow and red, burst
ing in bunches from the t>lunt extremities of
each leafless branch; the young pine apples
with blue flowrets projecting from the centre
ot their squares, the white tube roses, and
double cape jessamines ; the gaudv yellow flag,
and scores of other flowers kn®wn“to us only by
the sickly tenants of the hot-house.
And when some of the flowers hai’e given '
place to the ripened fruit, and the golden .
orange, the yellow mango, the lime, the lemon,
the luscious caimito, and sugared zaptoe, the ;
mellow alligator pear, the custard apple, the ■
rose apple, giving to the palate the flavor of
the otto of roses; when all these hang on the
trees in oppressive abundance, and the ground
is also covered with over-ripe fruit, the owner
of a coffee estate might safely challenge the
world for a fairer garden. Nor must this be
thought the appearance it presents for only a
short period. The coffee has successive crops
five or six time in the winter and spring, and
on the orange, the ripe fruit and the blossoms,
and the. young green fruit, are often seen at the
same time, while several of the shrubs and
plants bloom nearly all the year.
Bcpcal (Jjloqnence.
We cut from the Nation the following ex
tracts from a recent speech of Thomas Francis
Meagher, Esq., at Cork, on the repeal of the
Union :
There is a fresh grave in the cemetery of
Glasnevin which marks the conclusion of one
era, and the commencement of another. (Sen
sation.) The achievement of Catholic Eman
cipation illustrates the past —the achievement
of. Irish independence must illustrate the fu
ture. (Enthusiastic cheers.) To Repeal the
Act of Union —to rescue this country from the
control of English statesmen—to restore to it
its ancient form of government—to revive with
in it the power to develope and apply its own
resources—-the power that will enable it to ac
quire a large prosperity and. attain an eminent
position—this is the righteous task which a
new generation is summoned to assume, and
which, I trust, it will have the glory to accom
plish. (Loud cheers ) To argue the question
of Repeal—the right of Ireland to be governed
by its own citizens—the invalidity of the Union
act —the evils of imperial legislation, would be
unnecessary, I Presume. But the question at
. which we must pause—for it is the question at
which old heads shake, and young heads grow
impatient—is, how will you get repeal? That’s
the rub, they say. (Hear, hear.) Sir, it is a
serious question ; and I, for one, do candidly
confess that, before I can answer it., I must put
as serious a question to those from whom it
proceeds. Does the government—the crown—
the parliament of England—recognise the pub
lic opinion of this country ? Does the govern
ment—the crown—the parliament of England
—admit the expressed opinion of this country
to be a just basis for legislation? Will the
government—the crown—the parliament of
England—act in defiance of that opinion, or
shall opinion inspect their councils and direct
measures? (Hear.) Will the government—
the crown—the parliament of England—be,
deaf to the citizens of Ireland, claiming to be
self-taxed and self-protected, as the government
of Lord North was deaf to the petitioners of
Boston ? (Cries of hear.) Over this country
will that government preside as a despotism,
encircled with its gibbets and its bayonets, de
fending the flag of usurpation, where it should
sign the code of liberty ? (Hear, hear.) Inoue
word, sir, must the people of this country in
the end despair of establishing their right to
make their own laws, within the limits of the
i constitution, and be driven to organise beyond
them ? (Loud cries of hear, hear.) It is quite
true that the heart of Ireland is right. The re
sult of the late elections proves decisively that
the heart of Ireland is bent upon repeal, and
, that the spirit which, in 1843, was heard —like
the voice which spoke from the sacred hill of
Sinai, dictating laws to a trampled tribe—is
still throbbing through that noble heart, though
: famine has preyed upon it in the desert.
(Cheers.) A French historian has written,
that after the terrific eruption of Vesuvius, in
1794, which swept away villages, and flocks,
and palaces, and vineyards, the olive trees that
■ grew at the base of the mountain were found,
- amidst the wilderness of ashes, fresh and green
and vigorous. Thus, after the visitation which,
through the whole bleak winter, swept across
this island, strewing these fields with thou
sands of our people, wheie a precious harvest
. a few days since, waved and glittered like a
golden banner—spreadin; desolation from the
5 legendary hills of Innishcwen to the historic
shore of Bantry, ghastlierthan that with which
the swarthy Scythian, ruffling from the black
waters of the Danube, sciurged the fair plains
of Lombardy—ghastlier than that through
’ which the fiery Schismatic of Arabia, propa
> gating his dazzling and voluptuous gospel,
5 burned his way from the lalley of Zeder to the
gates of Mecca—ghastlie? that which the Ve
netian renegade gazed upon Lepanto’s gulf,
• when he watched—
** the lean dvgrs, beneath the wall,
Mold o’er the dead tleir carnival.”
Thus, after this tremendous visitation, which
men had said would silk this country for ever
in despair, the fine old spirit is still living in
the land—pure, active, brilliant—brighter from
the torture through which it passed—sterner
from the calamity with vhich it struggled. (Ve
hement cheering for several minutes, the entire
house rising and cheering to the echo, amidst
the waving of hats and handkerchiefs.) Thus,
sir, we find that the heart of Ireland is proof
against the worst. Bu: for a struggle like this
—a struggle that must of necessity continue for
some time before it terminates in triumph—
something else is requisite. Whilst the heart
is brave, I would have the mind enlightened. I
would combine intellect with enthusiasm, and
have the people dedicate their passionate ener
gies to the sustainment of a strong conviction.
Repeal should cease to be a vague shout —it
must become a deliberate study. (Cheers.)
Enthusiasm may drive a people through the
squadrons of the tyrant, and impel them up
those steeps from which, with flushed and crim
soned arms, they may fling out the rescued flag
of fredom—but a strong conviction of its neces
sity can alone sustain the people through this
struggle, reconciling them to the time it will
take, the efforts it will require, the sacrifices
it may exact. (Loud cheers.) Are not the
gentry of Ireland by this time convinced that a
spirit has sprung up amongst the young Catho
lics of Ireland which, tolerating all things else,
will tolerate no sectarianism? (Hear.) Do not the
gentry of Ireland recognise amongst the young
Catholics of this country a spirit that will
bend to no clerical authority beyond the sanc
tuary—(hear, hear)—a spirit that spurns the
texts and sermons of the bigot, (hear,) a spirit
that w-ould preserve the altar from the profana
tion of politics, as it would protect politics
from the influence of the altar ? (Cheers.)
In conclusion, Mr Meagher, alluding to the
Italian movement, spoke as follows:
Is there nothing, at this day, this very hour,
; to stir the blood within you? Do you not hear
c it ? Does it not ring through the soul, and qui
ver through the brain ? Beyond the Alps a
trumpet calls the dead nations of Europe from
their shrouds. (Loud cheers.) Italy! at whose
tombs the poets of the Christian world have
knelt and won their inspiration—ltaly! amid
the ruins of whose forum the orators of the
! world have learned to sway the souls of men,
• and guide them, like the coursers of the sun,
. through all climes and seasons, changing dark
ness into light, and giving heat to the coldest
' clay—ltaly? from whose radiant skies the
- sculptor draws down the fire that quickens the
> marble into life, and bids it take those won
drous forms which shall perish only when the
’ stars change into drops of blood, and fall to
earth. Italy !—where religion, claiming the
■ noblest genius as her handmaid, has reared the
; loftiest temples to the Divinity—(hear) and
, with a pomp, which in the palaces of the Cm-
sars never shone, attracts the proudest children
of the earth to the ceremonies ot the immortal
faith. Italy—the beautiful, the brilliant, and
■ the gifted Italy—is in arms! (Vehement
cheering for some minutes.) Down for cen
turies, amid the dust of heroes, wasting silently
away, she has started from her swoon, for the
vestal fire could not be extinguished. (Re
newed cheering.) Austria—old, decrepid, hag
gardthief, clotted with the costly blood of Po
land—trembles as she sheathes her sword, and
plays the penitent within Ferrara’s walls.
(Cries of hear, hear,) Glory! glory! to the
citizens of Rome, patricians and plebeians, who
think that liberty is worth a drop of blood—
(tremendous cheers,)—and will not stint the
treasure to befriend in other lands a sluggish,
f.lse morality. (Renewed and protracted
cheers.) Glory! glory! to the maids and ma
trons of Rome—true descendants of Cornelia—
true inheritors of the pride and loveliness cf
Nina di Rasseli—who, working scarfs of gold
and purple for the keenest marksmen, bid the
chivalry of their houses go forth and bring the
vulture, shadowing their sunny skies, reeking
to the earth. (Continued applause.) Glory !
glory ! to the High Priest, who, within the cir
cle of the Seven Hills, whose summits glitter
with ten thousand virgin bayonets,' plants the
banner of the cross, and, in the sign, commands
the civic guard to strike and conquer. (Enthu
siastic cheering.) And what can Ireland do to
aid this brilliant nation in her struggle ? In
rags, in hunger, and sickness—sitting, like a
widowed queen, amid the shadow of her pillar
towers and the grey altars af a forgotten creed
—with two millions of her sons and daughters
lying slain and putrid at her feet—what can
this poor island do? (Loud cheers.) Weak,
sorrowful, treasureless as she is, I beiiere there
are still a few rich drops within her heart that
she can spare. (Hear, hear, and loud and en
thusiastic cheers.) Peiish the law that forbids
her to give more! Perish the law that, having
drained her other wealth, forbids her to be the
boldest in the fight? Perish the law that corn-
p li her to be a burthen, instead of a blessing .
to the nations that surround her ! Perish the
law which, in the language of our young apos- <
tie “our prophet and our guide”—compels :
her sons to perish in a climate soft as a mother’s i
smile—fruitful as God’s love! Perish the law, i
which, in the language of one whose genius I i
admire, but whose apostacy I trust I shall never i
imitate, “ converts the island, which ought to i
be the most fortunate in the world, into a re- i
ceptacle of suffering and degradation —counter- f
acting the magnificent arrangement of Provi- s
dence—frustrating the beneficent- designs of
God.” c
Mr. Meagher sat down amidst the most en
thusiastic cheering, which was again and again
renewed, amidst the wavi/g of hats and hand
kerchiefs. , /
Mlovfmaits in 3talp.
1 lie news from Italy is of an exciting and im
portant character, as advices from Naples re
present that city to be the theatre of great alarm
and disorder. Arbitrary arrests took place
daily; officers suspected of favoring the Sici
lian movement were led into the Castle of St.
Elmo, and immediately shot. Notwithstanding
the efforts of the Government to intercept all
intelligence from the interior, it was known
that the insurrection in the Calabrias was
spreading, and had m fact extended to the Ab
ruzzi, where Teramo, the chief town, hail
raised the standard of revolt.
Itwenty-five of the persons engaged in the
late tumult at Messina, were shot on the 13th
inst.; they were all young men from 20 to 30
years of age.
T F rench evolutionary squadron, which
left Naples on the 10th inst., reappeared in the
Aay on the 13th inst. the day of the above men
tioned execution. This sudden return is said
to have been the consequence of a dispatch re
ceived by the Admiral in command from the
Minister of War.
Ihe Naples letters say that Reggio has been
bombarded by a division of the Government war
steamers. A great number of houses have been
destroyed. An immense number of victims pe
rished in the ruins. In order to put a stop to
the work of destruction, the venerable Bishop
of the city went on board with tears in his eyes,
to implore the Count de Aquila, the King’s
brother, who commanded the bombardment in
person, to put an end to the useless sacrifice of
life. Nevertheless, th • firing did not cease for
a considerable time after the insurgents had
taken the city, and betaken themeslves to the
country. Thus, Messina is once more in the
power of the Royal troops', but they do not pos
sess a foot beyond the walls.
The rising in Syracuse and Catania, which
our former letters gave us reason to expect, ap
pears to be confirmed. Romeo, one of the lea
ders of the Calabrian insurrection, has rallied
round him some of the principal personages of
the province, The clergy themselves are de
claring in his favor, and the inhabitants of the
districts which he traverses with his troops,
among whom there is a strong body of cavalry,
receive him everywhere with the greatest cor
The Prince of Canino (son of Lucien Bona
parte) has been suspended in his rank in the
National Guard of Rome by the Pope, in conse
quence of some indiscretions imputed to him in
the recent popular demonstrations.
The population of Melazzo, a towfi near Mes
sina, has risen, seized the cattle, and opened a
communication with the insurgents, by whom
Messina is invested. The Italian flag was raised
beside the Sicilian in most of the towns of the
island. It was reported that Castrogiovanni, a
strong place in the centre of the island, was in
full insurrection.
The Austrians at Ferrara are in a less exci
ted state than they were. They, however, are
still in occupation of the town, and sent out
numerous patrols every night, and are prepa
ring for themselves convenient winter quar
ters. The Commandant of the garrison has or
dered sentry boxes to be made, which looks as
if they were determined to remain.
A sanguinary conflict has taken place between
the Tyroleans and Hungarians in the Austrian
service at Ferrara—the first taking the part of
the Pope, and the second defendingthe Empe
, ror. Several were killed, and two Tyroleans
and one Hungarian have since been tried by a
court-martial, and condemned to death. They
were hanged by means of a hook forced through
the neck, entering at the throat, and coming
out at the back. The garrison has received no
reinforcements ; and sickness, as a natural con
sequence of the season and place, has made
great progress among the men.
Indian Tribes.
The aggregate number of the Indian tribes
who descend every season upon the buffalo re
gion, possessing horses and relying on the buf
falo to supply all their physical wants, are
230,000 ! These roam over and inhabit the
whole space from the Gulf to the Canada line ;
a part of them are the tribes which liye upon
the head waters of the great rivers that flow
into the Pacific, and who annually pass out
through the Rocky Mountains to the buffalo re
gion.. Causes, certain in their effect, are now
pressing upon this whole mass and kindling a
war about to cease only with extermination.
The buffalo are diminishing with frightful
speed—with the buffalo ceases to the Indian the
means of existence. The constant passage to,
and fro of the white men by the Missouri, the
Oregon, the California and Santa Fe trails
through Texas, solves to the Indian the causes
of his approaching doom. On all these routes
hostilities are now become perpetual. The In
dians have been successful in tasting the blood
and plunder of whites. These they exhibit to
distant tribes, share with them, and are reple
nished with new allies. A permanent Indian
army has occupied the Middle Arkansas through
out the whole summer just passed! Many such
little armies will appear next season—massa
cre impends over every white man who ven
tures forth upon the plains.
We make these statesments, indeed, with a
very faint hope of conciliating to. these accumu
lating horrors of the Indian country the serious
attention they peremptorily demand. Wisdom,
the warnings of the past, the existing dangers,
the blood that flowed and is daily flaw
ing, cry against the levity which delays the re
medy that shall punish and check the evils ex
isting and to come.
Economy and duty both demand an efficient
and permanent military force. The smallest
force to be effective is 2000 men, well armed,
commanded, and equipped. This force to act
at various points in concert,to be increased gra
dually and kept in operation for five years.—
Independence Expositor.
Scenes in
Our Albany friends are in a bad way, as ths
annexed extract from an Albany paper will
show. We were not prepared for so startling
an account of the -morals of the capital of the
Empire State. We have nothing in this city,
even at the Five Points, that will begin to
compare with the description of the Albany edi
tor. If we had found it in a Troy paper, we
should not have been surprised ; and we cannot
disguise the fact that we are seriously alarmed
for the safety of some of the members of our
legislature, which had better hold its sittings
in this city, at once, rather than expose the
morals of innocent men to the frightful con
tamination we have here exhibited:
Scenes in Albany.— We pity, sincerely pity,
the stranger in whose bosom the last anil least
spark of humanity has not become extinct, who
enters “ the good old city of Albany.” His vi
sion must indeed be shocked as he views the
pictures of wretchedness which are presented
to his vision, in our most public thoroughfares,
and in our retired and secluded lanes. Wher
ever the observer directs his attention, he will
meet with scenes and objects at war with the
better feelings of his nature, and that must and
will call the flush of shame to his cheek, and
the tear of pity to his eye.
We care not where the observer may bend
his steps or direct his gaze. He may’, if he
deems it meet, go forth into Broadway, and there
he will find ample confirmation of all we have
said in connection with our public thorough
fares. Men in the meridian and decline of life,
having at their disposal, an immense quantity
of this world's goods, setting on the stoop of
“ our hotel,” as the rum editors of the city
term them, puffing volumes of filthy smoke
into the faces of passers-by, or paraded before
the bar, intent upon “shipping aboard” accu
mulated portions of “ distilled damnation.”
Wander into some more secluded street, and
there you will view the horrors of inebriation
to their utmost extent, as presentedin a worldly
point of view. Cursing, wrangling and fight
In addition to the above spectacles, may also
be seen here, hosts of low groggeries, as well
as gambling houses in abundance, and brothels
to correspond. In short, whatever can evince
depravity, sow the seeds of moral death, and
impede man’s spiritual progress, are here su
(Oncation of tije l)eart
It is the vice of the age to substitute learning
for wisdom —to educate the head, and for<>-et
that there is a more important education neces
sary for the heart. The reason is cultivated at
an age when nature does not furnish the ele
ments necessary to a successful cultivation of
it; and the child is solicited to reflection, when
he is only capable of sensation and emotion.
In infancy, the attention and the memory are
only excited strongly by things which impress
the senses and move the heart, and a father
shall instil more solid and available instruction
in an hour spent in fields, where wisdom and
goodness are exemplified, seen and felt, than in
a month spent in the study, where they are ex
pounded in stereotyped aphorisms.
No physician doubts that precocious children
in fifty cases for one, are much the worse for
the discipline they have undergone. The mind
seems to have been strained, and the foundations
for insanity are laid. When the studies of
maturer years are stuffed into the head of the
child, people do not reflect on the anatomical
fact, that the brain of an infant is not the brain
of a man; that the one is confirmed and can
bear exertion, the other is growing and requires
repose ; that to force the attention to abstract
facts—to load the memory with chronological
and historical or scientific detail—in short, to
expect a child’s brain to bear with impunity
the exertions of a man’s, is just as rational as
it wohld be to hazard the same sort of experi
ment on its muscles.
The first eight or ten years of life should be
devoted to the education of the heart—to the
formation of principles, rather than to the ac
quirement of what is usually termed knowledge.
Nature herself points out such a course ; for
the emotions are then the liveliest and most
easily moulded, being as yet unalloyed by pas
sion. It is from this source that the mass of
men are hereafter to draw their sum of happi
ness or misery; the actions of the immense
majority are, under all circumstances, deter
mined much more by feeling than reflection;
in truth, life presents an infinity of occasions,
where it is essential to happiness that we should
feel rightly ; very few, where it is at all neces
sary that we should think profoundly.
Up to the seventh year of life, very great
changes are going on in the structure of the
brain, and demand, therefore, the utmost atten
tion not to interrupt them by improper or over
excitement. Just that degree of exercise
should be given to the brain at this period, as i
is necessary to its health; and the best is oral*
instruction, exemplified by objects which strike
It is perhaps unnecessary to add, that at this
period of life special attention should be given
both by parents and teachers, to the physical
development of the child. Pure air and free
exercise are indispensable, and wherever these
are withheld, the consequences will be certain
to extend themselves over the whole future
life. The seeds of protracted and hopeless suf
fering have, in innumerable instances, been
sown in the constitution of the child simply
through ignorance of this great fundamental
physical law; and the time has come when the
united voices oi these innocent victims should
asce d, “ trumpet-tongued,” to the ears of every
parent, and teacher in the land, “ Give us free air
and wholesome exercise; leave to time develope
our expanding energies, in acccordance with
the laws of our being, and full scope tor the
elastic and bounding impulses of our young
- The Cholera.—A letter from Warsaw, of
fche 12th, says—
“ The cholera has made its appearance at
Kiefl, and is advancing rapidly towards the
West. The Prince of Warsaw summoned seve
ral medical men of that city to wait on him, in
order to decide on the best measures to be taken
under the circumstances. An order was imme
diately issued to prepare temporary hospitals
and lazarettos. The soldiers have been furnish
ed with warmer clothing. The camp whicji
w*as established in the neighborhood of that
city has been raised. The Czar, who had set
out on his voyage of inspection, at once pro
ceeded to Kieff on hearing the first intelligence
of the appearance of the cholera. He is ex
pected here about the middle of next month.
Typhus fever is prevalent in Poland, and carries
off whole families. The poorness of their food
is considered to be the cause of this visitation.”
Refuge for Female Criminals.—Miss
Coutts has determined to prepare a domicile at
Shepherd’s Bush, under judicious and merciful
regulations, capable of maintaining a consider
able number of discharged female prisoners
who have been condemned for offences, punish
ed and then thrown upon the world character
less, tainted, abandoned, and helpless. To
these the gates of reformation will be opened.
They will be instructed in moralsand religion :
they will be taught the means of industry,
whereby they can earn their bread; they will
be rescued from the necessity of guilt; and if
not doomed to ruin by evil dispositions which
cannot be changed, they will be restored, re
pentant and virtuous members, to society, in
stead of being outcasts and curses to that and
to themselves.
Seasonable I) inis.
To Keep Apples for Winter.—Put them
in casks or bins, in layers well covered with
dry sand; each layer being covered. This pre
set ves them, from the air, from moisture, and
from frost; it prevents their perishing by their
own perspiration, their moisture being absorbed
by the sand; at the same time it preserves the
flavor of the apples, and prevents their. Pip
pins have been kept in this manner sound and
fresh, till midsummer; and how much longer
they would have kept is not known. Any
kind of sand will answer, but it must be per
fectly dry.
To keep Esas.—A correspondent says :“I
have seen a variety oi different methods re
commended for keeping ejjgs, so that they may
be fresh and good tnrough the winter ; but on
trial have always failed to have them come out
as good as new. About two years ago I thought
I would pack some in charcoal. I pounded the
charcoal, and packed them in the same manner
as recommended in oats, ashes, salt, &c. The
result was they kept perfectly good, and when
used were as fresh and good to all appearances
as new layed eggs,” We have tried the char
coal two years, with the same result.— Maine
Apple Jelly.—Take the core from fine rich
pippins or tart apples, put enough water to
them to cover them. When boiled to pulp,
strain them through a thin muslin; measure
the liquor, and to each pint put a pound of
white sugar, flavor with lemon and boil it to a
fine jelly—try it by taking some into a saucer to
cool. Keep it in large tumblers or wide mouth
ed jars. Wet tissue paper, and press it closely
over it.
Secret Societies.—Secret societies, a sort
of carbonari, still exists in France, the object
of which is to mature political revolutions.
The Seine assizes were occupied recently’ seve
ral days in the trial of ten men for belonging
to one of these combinations calling itself
“ Commumste Materialise,” whose object was
nothing less than to effect a political revolution,
which should cause all property to be taken
from the rich and distributed equally among all.
While waiting the realization of this wild
dream ; several of the band deemed themselves
justified in committing robbery, inasmuch as
they held that every thing that every body
possesses belongs to every body, and may there
fore be taken by any body. One of the means
by which they proposed to effect their object,
was to set fire to different parts of Paris, and
in the alarm which they would have created,
commence a general pillage of the city, or as
one of them called it, “ another St. Bartholo
mew.” They kept alive their political, faith
by meetings, at which speeches of the most
outrageous kind, were delivered, bv the read
ing of inflated pamphlets and books, and by
roaring songs. The culprits were pronounced
guilty, and sentenced to imprisonment— the
most mischievous for seven years.
A Practical Commentary on Aboli
tionism.—Mr. Isaac Mercer of Fayette county,
Tenn., returned to that place on the 30th ult.,
from Indiana, whither he had gone for the pur
pose of locating and providing for a number of
his slaves, (some six or seven,) whom he had
recently emancipated. On reaching their desti
nation in Indiana, seeing the destitute and mis
erable condition of the black population already
located there, no importunities could induce
them to remain, and they accordingly returned
with their master, preferring a life of servitude,
such as they had known, to remaining in a state
of miscalled freedom, where their moral and
intellectual condition and social relations
would not be enhanced, but on the contrary,
could not fail to be infinitely more oppressed
and degraded. What will Abolitionism say to
this practical illustration of their “ benevolent”
doctrines.’ asks the Memphis Enquirer.
A Crocodile Story.—Prince Puckler Mus
kau, in his new work on Egypt, relates the fol
lowing anecdote—lt is not long since a man
from Berber settled here, and was known to all
of us. One morning he led his horse to the
Nile to water, and he fastened the rope by
which he held it round his arm, and, while the
animal was quenching his thirst, he knelt down
to prayer. At the moment when he was lying
with his face upon the ground, a crocodile at
tacked the unhappy man, swept him into the
water with his tail, and swallowed him. The
terrified horse exerted all its strength to run
away, and, as the rope, which was attached to
the arm of his. dead master in the stomach of
the crocodile, did not snap, and he could not
disengage himself from it, the affrighted ani
mal not only pulled the crocodile itself out of
the, river, but dragged it over tie sand to the
door of its own stable, where it was soon killed
by the family, who hurried to the spot, and
afterwards found the dead body of the victim
entire in the belly of the horrid monster.
Extraordinary flight of insects. The
late foreign papers record an account of the ap
pearance of an immense swarm of lady-birds or
lady-bugs at Ramsgate and other places about
the middle of August. When they were first
seen from Ramsgate they presented the appear
ance of a black cloud extending for miles in the
air. They descended in the night and at an
early hour in the morning, the whole of the line
of the coast was found to be covered with them
to the great annoyance of all parties; and in
order to give the reader a correct idea of the ex
tent and quantity of these unwelcome settlers,
five bushels were swept from the Margate pier,
and nearly the same from that of Ramsgate Har
bor. To walk on them might be readily com
pared to walking on snow on a frosty day.
A Fact for Naturalists—A toad which
had beer, buried under a reversed flower-po't
three feet beneath the surface of the ground, by
Mr. Samuel Clarke, of this city, butcher, on
the 14th of June, 1846, was by the same gentle
man disinterred a few days since. No sooner
was the little animal taken up than he gave
evident proofs that to be “ buried alive” did
not, to him, necessarily involve cessation of
existence; for he instantly commenced skip
ping about, many of his bounds extending to
the height of six inches into the air. His
mouth was closed up with a white skin, but
his eyes were all sparkling as when on that
day twelvemonth, he was put below the ground.
—‘Many paper.
Wonders or Science.—The late Dr. Chsl
mers, in his work on Astronomy, remarks:
“While the telescope enables us to see a sys
tem in every star, the microscope unfolds to ns
a world in every atom. The one shows us the
insignificance of the world we inhabit; the other
redeems it from that insignificance— present
ing us a universe in the compass of a point,
where the Almighty Ruler of all things finds
room for the exercise of His attributes.” Re
cent discoveries in Geology have brought to
view a great multitude of facts, truly wonder
ful -especially respecting the state of animate
creation many centures past. While on the
one hand it is found, by the remains of some
ancient animals, that they were larger than any
now living upon the earth, on the other hand',
miscroscopic animals, almost inconceivably
small, yet possessing mouths, teeth, stomachs,
muscles, wings, glands, eyes, and other organs,
are not only found in a fossil state, but forming
rocks and soil for miles in extent. Chalk, and
even flint, and some of the gems, are found, to
a great extent, to be composed of animalcula.
A cubic inch of iron ore is said to contain the
remains of one billion of living, acting repro
ducing beings. Professor Hitchcock states,
that the silicious marl found under peat swamps
in New England, appears to be made up almost
entirely of the skeletons of animals. It is
also said, that a thousand millions of these ani
mals would together, form a mass no larger
than a grain of sand.
Immensity of the Universe.—The fol- .
lowing is abridged from a report furnished to 1
a Paris Institute by M. Arago. It shows in a s
brief space, the wonderful immensity of the s
universe. 1
In the Northern hemisphere, 3,400 stars are c
visible to the naked eye. The number of stars
of the second magnitude are triple those of the
thud, are triple those of the second and so on
to the twenty-fourth magnitude, which the ,
most powerful instrument renders visible.
The number of stars of the first magnitude, '
is 18, and of the fourteenth, 29 million, and if 1
we add to these the twelfth magnitudes, it
makes 43 millions of the stars. Herschell, in 1
the knee of Orion band 15 degrees long, 2 '
degrees wide, counted 50,00© stars, and as that
band is only the 370th part of the heavens, so 1
the entire surface contains 68,655,000 visible
wuth the telescope, but our glasses only reach ,
the least remote; there must be above 1-18,562,- <
200 stars, and our sun is only one of them ; the ‘
mass of our earth is but the 355th million part '
°! tiiat one sun and we are but an atom in rela- .
tion to our earth.
Stars oi the first magnitude in both hemis
pheres are IS, and sixth order were the last
visible. to the ancients by the naked eye •in our
day it is the seventh.
There are stars whose distance is 900 times
greater than those visible to the naked eye.
Light, with the velocity of 77,000 leagues a
second, takes three years to reach us from the
nearest stars, 900 times more remote, so their
light does not reach us until after 2,700 years.
The number of stars visible by means of a
telescope of 20 feet focal distance may be more
than 300 millions.
Value of Newspapers.—One of our ex
changes has the following:
“We frequently hear that newspapers are
things that can be dispensed with, as costing
money that otherwise might be saved. So is
the schooling of your children, and so indeed,
are nine-tenths of what it costs you to live.
There is scarcely a man living who could not
lay up money every year, if he would live on
bread and water, and cloth himself in the
cheapest manner he possibly can. But what of
that? who would consent to live like a brute
and die like a beggar, for the mere purpose of
saving money, which he certainly cannot carry
hence with him, and which like a dead weight,
may hang upon his soul at the last moment of
his mortal existence ? In short, newspapers
are the great engine that moves the moral and
political world, and are infinitely powerful to
establish the character of a people, as well as
to preserve their rights and their liberties.”
Flowers.—There is no better warranty of
good taste, good feelings, and good morals, than
the cultivation of flowers. A true and refined
taste for these simple, yet beautiful gifts of
Nature, is incompatible with evil or corrupt
thoughts. An ignorant boor would as soon ad
mire and understand a chaste and beautiful
poem, as a licentious person would love and
cultivate flowers ; but we would not be under
stood as implying that every one must neces
sarily be depraved or corrupt who does not love
and cultivate flowers, nor, on the other hand, that
all must be moral and refined who do. Yet we
do say, that an admiration for flowers, tends to
elevate and purify the soul. It cultivates taste
for the good and beautiful, and furnishes heal
thy and delightful employment for many a
leisure hour, which otherwise might be spent
in idleness, or perhaps folly and guilt.
The Madness of Pride.—When the Duch
ess of Buckingham found herself dving, she
sent for Austis the Herald, and settled all the
pomp.of her funeral ceremony. She was afraid
of dying before the preparations were ready.
“Why,” she asked, “won’t they send the
canopy for me to see ? Let them send it, even
though the tassels are not finished !” And then
she exacted as Horace Walpole affirms, a vow
from her ladies that if she became insensible,
they would not sit dewn in her room until she
was dead. Funeral honors appear, indeed, to
have been her fancy; for when her only son
died she sent messengers to her friends, telling
them that if they wished to see him lie in state,
she would admit them by the back stairs. Such
was the delicacy of her maternal sorrow.
Fresh Air.—Horace Mann has well said :
“. People Y ho shudder at a flesh wound, and a
tickle of blood, would confine their children
like convicts, and compel them month after
month,, to breathe quantities of poison It
would less impair the mental and physical con
stitutions of our children, gradually to draw
an ounce of blood from their veins, during the
same length of time, than to send them to
breathe, for six hours a day, the lifeless and
poisoned air of some of our school rooms. Let
any man who votes for confining children in
small rooms, and keeping them on stagnant air,
try the experiment of breathing his own breath
only four times over; and, if medical aid be
not at hand, the children will never be endang
ered by his vote afterwards.”
A Hint to Young Married Women.—
Never tell your own affairs to any old gossip
ping housewife. Let her appear ever so spe
cious so sincere so candid—be sure to avoid
her, and keep your own council; for the only
reason she has for prying into vour secrets—for
insinuating herself into your confidence, is to
learn some error, or deformity existing in your
family, on which she may feast in secret delight
for a luxurious moment, and then share some
of her choicest bits with her neighbors. Trea
sure this up and act upon it, and it will save
you years of mortification, if not of heart-burn
ing and sorrow'.— Washingtonian.
. Reflections.—Smiles are not always the
sign of joy; nor is a fine speech always the
sermon of truth. Deep waters often wear a
placid surface. The roar of the wind is more
dangerous when it suddenly changes. The dis
positions of men, like the produce of trees,
are best known by their fruits. That portion
of the world which judges by mere appear
ances, is more likely to be deceived than the
other, which forms its judgment carefully upon
Inborn Gentility.—A gentleman observer
at one of the Virginia springs makes the fol
lowing remarks“ The Southernladies are not
deficient in beauty, but what renders them and
all ladies so much more charming is their affabi
lity. Never losing their self-respect, they are
yet exempt from that affectation of exclusive
ness and ill-born pride that springs from sud
den opulence, acquired sometimes by another
sometimes by being a fashionable muffin-maker
sometimes by a run of luck in trade.” , ’
Selfishness.—Selfishness has no soul. It
is a heart of stone encased in iron. Selfishness
cannot see the miseries of the world —it can
not feel the pangs of thirst and hunger. It
robs its own grave—sells its own bones to the
doctor, and its soul to the devil. Who will not
fight manfully against a selfish disposition.
A Year or two ago, w’hen the Millerite
fanaticism was at its height, Mr. B ,an ec-
centric old gentleman in one of our western
towns, was walking in the hall of the village
inn, listening, at the same time, to the talk of a
distinguished “disciple,” who was prophecyin 0 *
the prompt fulfilment of Miller’s calculations
Mr. B stopped, and in his short, bitter wav
asked:— J
“ Do you really think now that the world is
soon coming to an end
“ Certainly, I do.”
“ And on the twenty-fifth of April ?”
As much as I believe in my own exis
“And you really pretend to believe that
there’s to be a regular smash of the whole
world in less than three weeks ?”
“ Yes, Sir.”
“ Well, Sir, I’m d d glad of it! I consi-
der this expci inient of Man a d d miserable
failure; and the sooner the whole thing is bro
ken up, the better!”
Saying this, the old man stalked off, mutter
ing imprecations on the human race in general.
New way of taking Leeches.—A stout
Irishman the other day m New Orleans, says
the National was seized with the yellow fever
The physician recommended leeches, as one of
his remedies, to cure the fever, and after givin”,
as he supposed, distinct orders how to apply
them, he sent them to him in a bottle that he
might dispense of the presence of a leecher
The doctor called in the course of the day, and
found most of the leeches alive in the botfle.
Expressing his astonishment, he asked his
patient why he had not used them. “ Used
them, is it,” said Paddy, eyeing them with dis
gust, “ havn’t I swallered two of the sarpeants,
and if it’s more ye’d have down to save me
from yeller fever, then go for a praist.”
The Irishman’s Cat.—A short time a°*o a
poor Irishman applied at the church-warden’s
office of Manchester for relief, and upon some
doubt being expressed as to whether he was a
proper object for parochial charity, enforced
his suit with much earnestness. “ Och, your
honor,” said he, “ sure I’d be starved long since
but for my cat.” “ But for what asked his
astonished interrogator. “My cat!” rejoined
the Irishman. “Your cat! how so?” “Sure
your honor, I sold her eleven times for a six
pence a time, and she was always at home be
fore I’d get there myself.”
Most Admirable.—A young gentleman,
one of the upper dix mille, was lately remon
strated with by his father for too great a devo
tion to the faro-table, inquiring why he did not
leave it.
“ Sir,” said the wag, “ I can only answer in
the language ofScripture.”
“ OfScripture—how?”
“ Pharoah will not let me go.”
A Powerful Preacher.—-“Ah, sir!” ex
claimed an elder, in atone of pathetic recollec
tion, “ our late minister was the man ! He was
a powerful preacher, for i’ the short time he
delivered the word among us, he knocked three
pulpits to pieces, and danged the inside out o’
five Bibles!”
Duelling.—One of the best repli es ever
made to a challenge was that made by Wilkes,
when he was challenged by Horn Tooke.—
“ Sir, I do not think it my business to cut the
throat of every desperado that may be tired of his
life; but as lam at present high sheriff for the
city of London, it may happen that I may
shortly have an opportunity of attending you in
my official capacity, in which case,.l will an
swer for it, that you shall have no grounds to
complain of my endeavors to serve you.”
C@*A country gentleman was boasting of
naving been educated at two colleges. “ You
remind me,” said an aged divine, “ of a calf
that sucked two cows.” “ What was the con
sequence asked a third person. “ Why,
sir,” replied the old gentleman, very gravely,
“ the consequence was he was a wry great
calf!” '
Tall Officers.—Gen. Scott is over nix fppt
four, Gens. Worth and Twiggs, Cob Harnev
and May, and Major Lally, are all six Si
upwards, and, like Frank Granger, “ well pro
portioned.” Colonel Doniphan stands six feet
two, and so far as altitude is concerned the
poet, Capt. Pike, might pass for a twin brother’
keef” faU ' Specimens of the “ Perfidious Yan-
Llmntable Mistake.—Two persons, the
male apparent, a dapper young tailor, with a
splendid form, agreeable manners, etc the
female a lady not so young, but still possessed
ot charms, recently entered into the holy bonds
, matrimony, at Marseilles, France; when,
lo and behold it turned cut that the “ male”
was not a male ! A suit at law has grown out
ot this affair.
Novel Legacy.—An. old maid in England
has made a rather curious disposition of her
m ? k ' n g- be quests to the amount
of .LLJQpO to Hospitals and Societies, she kind
ly leaves her tml liquors to be divided
between the Clear and Curate of the parish.
, A —How much is expressed by a sin-
gle tear . When dropped over sorrow and dis
tress, it is more eloquent than words.' It tells
of sympathising feelings and a kinder heart. It
is a living sentence, springing from the affec
tions, without guile or dissimulation-reaching
to the soul ot the sad afflicted. 6
u *a W '~ A P el ' son complained to
, ’ ' A man kas declared that he
dreamed he slept with my mother; may I not
inflict upon him the punishment of the'law
All-replied, “Place him in the sun, and beat
his shadow; for what can be inflicted on an
imaginary correction.”
. , T 0 Ameri can Genius.—lt is
stated that the Sultan has decreed to Prof
Morse, a diploma in the Turkish language, and
a diamond decoration, in testimony of his ap
eniUS W ’ liCh the
in Sw?X-h MA i ZOK ' S ' —The , re are two battalions
kn hf L c ° m P° sed entirely of women,
-?•’ who , are said to be in a gSod
-tate of discipline, and to make quite a formida
ble appearance in uniform.
A Heavy Load.—A late Cincinnati paper,
in speaking of a drunken scoundrel who was
caught by the police and lodgedin jail, says;
“There were four stolen sheep, and a pair
of saddle bags found .on his person I”
Cause and Effect.— Mrs. Digby believes
that pigeons hare red legs, because they are out
m all weathers, with nothing on them. She
says it is exactly the same with children, and
people. “ her ex P erience ? oes > with grown
Rights OF Women.—We hear, says an ex
change, oi a petition in circulation, urging that
no widow shall be allowed to marry until all the
single ladies are disposed of.
Baw Wnst
05“ A learned wood sawyer in Detroit, a
German, about 30 years of age, is an excellent
Latinist, a good Greek and Hebrew scholar, and
epeaks and writes French, Spanish, German
<?r*J jat n\? nd 1S an excellent mathematician.
V/ith all these accomplishments, he is com
pelled, for want of better employment, to saw
wood for a living.
The only mistake about this is, the man does
not probably speak or understand the English
language. Precisely such an individual went
from this city to the west a few weeks since.
He was, besides, a well-read lawver.
0-y* Jhe cultivation of tobacco has so much
increased in Algeria that nearly 300,000 kilo
grammes (300 tons) will be purchased during*
the present year tor the French government’
w Inch monopolizes the sale of tobacco in France’
■ A wid ,°w woman named Marshall, resid
ing at Thornhill, near Glasgow, aged ninety-six,
has tins, as on former seasons, cut her corn and
baHey, binding and stacking it single-handed.
She has also dug the potatoes on her ground, as
she was afraid they would be stolen, and she is
now engaged thrashing out the barley in her
8G- A cleanly shaved gentleman inquired of
a fair demoiselle, the other day, “ Whether or
not she admired moustachios ?” “Oh replied
the charmer, with an arch look, “ I invariably
set my face against them.” Very shortly after
wards, his upper lip betrayed syintoms of care
ful cultivation.
80 A glass of cold water and a few fi°*s or
piunes, before breakfast in the morning— and a
tumbler of lemonade at night, before retiring
would do much toward conducting the human
system safely through the perils incidental to a
change from hot to cold weather.— Medicus.
80 After the invention of the magnetic tele
graph we were prepared for every thing but
A patent has been taken out for dispensing
with sewing in the manufacture of shirts, col
lars, and linen articles. The pieces are fas
tened together by indissoluble glue !
80 The King of Prussia has lately created
an Order, intended exclusively as a compliment
to those of his subjects who are engaged in
agriculture, and distinguish themselves in this
department of industry. Excellent.
80 A man has started a paper in the State of
Maine, to be issued “ occasionally,” which is a
great deal oftener, the editor says, than he shall
be able to get his pay for it.
80 A lunaticjonce informed his physician
who was classifying cases of insanity that he •
lost his senses by watching a politician, whose
course was so crooked that it turned his brain.
OG’ A western orator recently declared from
the “ stump” “ that he was born in a very early
period of life.” J
Ihe Reason why Mrs. Custis Loved
Washington.—Throughout all Washington’s
career, he never was known to be drunk.
, Many young men, as well as young ladies, look
ed upon this as a deficiency in his character,
and as necessary to give quality to a gentleman.
Washington thought and acted quite different
ly» and so did Mrs. .Custis, who became his
noble spouse.’ She was rich and accomplished,
Washington was noble, sober, brave, and pat
riotic. She might have obtained the hand of
1 any gentleman in the colony, but her eye and
> heart were fixed upon Washington, and the
- first opportunity she had she made it known to
• him; thus inverting the usual method by which
hearts beating in unison with each other are
. made manifest. Washington was struck with
no less admiration than surprise for the reason
• she gave. W hat think you was the reason ?
Why, he was a sober man. She had beheld
some of the most brilliant minds among the
young men of her day, cut down suddenly by
intemperance, and she, herself, had been an in
nocent sufferer. Washington accepted of her
proposition, and pledged the honor of a sober
man and a brave soldier, that as soon as he
c ?uld be released from the trials and responsi
bilities of the warrior, the nuptial bands should
be celebrated, which he did, and took his seat
in the Legislature. The blunders, mistakes,
and delays which attended others, never befell
him. He was always ready for duty. His
spouse, with her principles and fidelity-—his
principles and bravery, made him what he soon
became, first in war, first in peace, and first in
the hearts of his countrymen.
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