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W. U. JACOB!, Proprietor.] VOLUME 11. YIHE BTAR OF THE NORTH PUBLISHED EVERY WEDNESDAY BY WIH. 11. JAGOBY, Office on Main St., 3rd Squnre below Mnrket, TERMS:—Two Dollars per annum if paid Within six months from the time of subscrib ing: two dollars and filly cts. if not paid with in the year. No subscription taken lor a less period than six months; no discontinuance permitted Until all arrearages are paid, un less at the option of the editor. The tarns of advertising will he as follows : One square, twelve lines, three times, SI 00 Every subsequent insertion, 25 One square, tnree months, 3 00 One year, 8 00 Choice Hoc trn. i-Tllß bURB OF TIIE SAN'CTOM." BV J 0. SAX. Again I hear that creaking step 1 He's rapping at the door ! Too well 1 know the boding sound That ushers in a bore. 1 do not tremble when I meet The stoutest of my foes, But heaven defend me from the friend Who comes—but never goes. He drops into my easy chair, And asks about the news; Peers into my manuscript, And gives his candid views; He tells me where he likes the line And where he's forced to grieve ; He takes the strangest liberties— But never takes his leave ! He reads my daily papers through Before I've seen a word ; He scans the lyric (that 1 wrote) And thinks it quite absurd ; He calmly smokes my last cigar. And cooly asks for more ; He open 9 everything he sees— Except the entry door! He talks aboutjhis fragile health, And tells me of the pains He suffers from a score of ills Of which he ne'er complains ; And how heuptrnggled once with death To k"ep tte fiend at bay ; On themes like those away he goes— But never goes away 1 Ho tells me of the carping words Some shallow critic wrote, And every precious pargraph Familiarly can quote He thinks the writer did me wrong, He'd like to run him through ! He says a thousand p'easant things— But never says "Adieu!" When'er he comes—that dreadful man— Disguise it as I may, I know that like an autumn rain, He'll last throughout the day, In vain 1 speak of urgent tasks ; In vain I scowl and pout ; A frown is no extinguisher— It does not put him out! I mean to take the knocker off; Put crapo upon the door ; Or hint to John that I am gone To stay a month or more. I do not tremble when I meet The stoutest of my loes 1 Bill Heaven defend me from the friend Who never, never goes! Tbt Irish Root Doctor. II appeared best to the excise commis sioners of the town of M——,of New York, to refuse license for the sale of Jr.- | loxicating liquors to all persons save a doc (orof known integrity- and strong temper ance principles who promised tint to sell except for medicinal or mechanical pur poses. One Wheeler, an eccentric Irish cobbler, longed for a quiet drink, and with a sober air and smooth tongue, petitioned the doctor for a quart of gin. "For what purpose do you wish ill" ask ed the doctor. "Sure, doctor, I've been very bad for , nearly ten days back with a great goneness in my stomach, and not a haper of good can I get from anything in these turns but gin to soak some roots in." "And do you tell me, upon your honor, Wheeler, that you wish the gin to soak some roots in, and to be taken as medicine for a weak stomach?" "Faith, as 1 live, doctor, I only want the gin to soak some roots." The doctor, confident from his sallow ap pearance that the man was sick, and that a little tonic bitters would not hurt him, filled tlia quart bottle and received his pay.— Wheeler, on reaching the sidewalk, fronted the doctor, who was still standing in the door, placed his thumb upon his nose, and made sundry gyrations with the fingers, While with the other hand he placed the bot tle lo his mouth and took a long, invigora ting guzzle of the gin. "Stop 1" cried the doctor ; "you gave your word of honor that you only wanted gin to soak some roots, and here you are drinking yourself dead drunk." "Faith, doctor, and I'm after telling you tio lies. I wanted the gin to soak the roots *>f mo tonge which was so dry I could nev er swallow a mouthful of meat to strength en myetomach." L*D? ( (to discontented domestic.) "Going to leave ?" Female domestic: "Yes, mum; I finil 1 am werry discontented."— Lady : "If there's anything 1 can do to make you comfortable, let me know." Do mestic : '.'No, minus, it's impossible. You can't alter your figger to my figger r.o mor'n 1 can. Your dresses won't fit and i can't appear on Sundays as 1 used to could at my last placfe where misus'clolhes fitted 'xaclly. Ye see, after so many in conweniences, would be utterly impossible for us to reside in the tame bouse." Exit female domestic. Missus feels decidedly lo think there is a slight difference in their figgers, not only for personal appearance sake, but for protection of wardrobe. A BOY was recently arrested for theft. His father pleaded guilty for him, and said, in extenuation; "James is a good boy, but he will steal." BLOOMSBURG, COLUMBIA COUNTY, PA., WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 9, 1859. What's the Difference. A poor man sat at his window—no, I am wrong, it was the window of bis hired house. It Was a small mansion, a little tenement, painted white, and surrounded by richer establishments, that seemed to look down with contempt upon their humble neighbor. The occupants of those stately homes Were very much annoyed by the simple little children that played on the steps, and generally kept the curtains down on the side that looked towards them. But, as I said before, a poor man sat at one ol the windows overlooking the street. J lie was a thoroughly noble looking man, I too, with handsome Itorhan features, and an eye like a hawk. With the exception of his coarse clothes, he was mubh more gen it'emanlyand dignified in his appearance than any merchant in that princely row. A pile of bricks had been emptied quito near his doorway ; they were for repairs.— As this man looked out, he saw two or three little children with his own little ones, hum ming and buzzing about the bricks. Their dainty little hands were eager to fashion houses and bridges and all sorts of momen tary architecture. Suddenly the poor man bethought him of a pastime ol his own when he was a child, and his heart having retained the pure and sweet emotions of youth through the cares and hardships of, mature life, he hastily threw on his hat, and ' going down he taught them a new trick. It was this: to place a row of bricks on end, ! quite near to each other, forming a line ; | by touching the last one an impetus is giv en to each brick by its next neighbor, and ; the row is presently swept down in regular ] order. The children clapped their hands and shouied so loudly that some of the rich neighbors, coming to their windows, saw how the little ones were employed, taking lessons in amusements from a poor and al most unknown man. ' What a fool !'' said one sneeringly. "I should v -k the man an overgrown baby. See h ... jugh ! See him play ! Shame on him—grown man—we must call our chil- dren in." And from all those windows went the laugh and the sneer. Men with gold tassel led caps set on perfumed locks, laughed the old man to scorn; women in beau tifully embroidered"Tobes turned down the corners of their pretty lips, and the children were speedily called in. Years passed. The poor man had grown rich. Wealth had coine to him, not through toil; but it did not corrupt his good heart, his simple tastes. Still he loved children and their sports. He built himself a splen did mansion, however, and lived in a stylo his great revenues permitted. Again, as in the days of yore, there was a great load of bricks left in the vicinity of his home. Again little children gathered to "play house," and again ".lie man sat watch ing them at his window. Yes, it was his window now—a window whose glass was costly plate; and he sat there no longer the tenant of a hired house, in coarse clothes, but attired in the richest broadcloth. Again as he looked at the busy, beautiful group below, his heart kindled with the memories of old, and he felt compelled to go down and teach the juveniles his brick game. So in a moment after he stood in their midst and stooping picked up the bricks, arran ged them, and set them in motion. How the children laughed, and their bright eyes sparkled ! The noise brought the aristocratic neighbors to their windows. | "Well, to be sure ! There is Mr. B-—— ihat wealthy geutleman opposite, playing with the children. Isn't it a very pretty sight, dear V "Yes; and what a fine looking man he is, to be sure. What freshness of heart he must have to enjoy their game with so much zest 1 I declare it's quite touching ?" "So it is ; they say he has all ot two mil lions. Has'nt he a fine figure ?" "Splendid ! Do see him clap his hands. 1 declare it really brings the tears to my eyes " "Wipe 'em away, wipe 'em away, Mat tie; they're crocodile tears 1" cried a young stripling of seventeen. His sister, a maiden lady of an unuttera ble age, looked around indignantly. "Fact, sis; they're real crocodile tears, and I'll prove it. When I was seven years old, that same gentleman came out of a little white house and taught us children that same trick. And, sis, you and moiher both called him an 'old fool!' as I distinctly remember, and I, for one, received a tre mendous injunction not to speak to his children or notice them in any way." "Nonsense, Fredl" said hissister turning red. "I know it was nonsense ; but you did it. You called him all sorts of names, a 'ridic ulous old goose,' a 'grown up baby,' and I don't know what. Now here's the same old fellow up to the samo old trick ; and oh I gracious, there never was such a beautiful, charming, delightful scene; really I ought to write a poem on it —guess 1 will, and en title it 'Then and Now;' or 'The Fool Grows Wiser as he Grows Richer.' Which would be the best, sis ?" "Hold your tongue 1" sobbed the lady, Fred's sarcasm was not misplaced. What is called the poor man's simplicity is entitled the rich man's sublimity. It was the same noble, tender, loving, great heart, standing by the little onos in his coarse coat, jeered at and insulted with im punity by the rich, that now bends his fine broadcloth to the dust in order to be on a level with the little ones, but not to his neighbor 1 Poor, all his nobleness was but i dross in their eye. Rich 1 and his weak ness would be heavenly lustres since their | offset was the almighty dollar. PAUL JONES. The Virginia Index is publishing a series of interesting sketches, by Mr. Thomas Chase of Chesterfield, of "The Life, Charac ter and Times of Paul Jones " They throw much light on the character of Paul Jones, and give, we doubt not, a most faithful ac count of the famous battle of his ship, the Bon Homme Richard, with the Serapis.— After stating that the ships were locked to gether, which was effected by Jones, be cause he saw that to keep off at fair gun shot, with a new and strong frigate like the Serapis. would never do for such a crazy old hulk as the Bon Homme Richard, Mr Chase proceeds: "The working of the big guns had been suspended during the time of lashing the ships together, but was now resumed Of course neither ship could use but her guns on one side, and these were nearly muzzle to muzzle—so near that those who handled the ramrods sometimes hit each other. 'Fair play,you damned Yankee !' an Englishman would exclaim. "Mind your eye, John Bull, or I'll, &c." "The firing was not rapid, particularly on John's part for it could do the ships no hurt except to knock the guns about a little, and knock off the gunwales, and occasionally raise a cloud of splinters, from each other's deck. Jones and his men kept a sharp lookout that Pearson and his men did not cut the lashings and sever the ships. Nei ther of these ships was damaged "between wind and water," nor could they now be by any use of the big guns. Both had men in the rigging doing all the mischief they could. In this kind of play, Jones had the best of it; for his men were more terrible, and his spars and yards were longer, still Pearson would not surrender, insisting that Jones ought to. "Capt. Landis, with the Alliance, came up to help Jones, and fired a broadside; but of necessity it hurt Jones as much as it did Pearson. Jones immediately cried out ' Capt. Landis, let ns alor.e ; I can handle him." Both ships were often on fire and as often was the fire extinguished. Had it not been for the men in the rigging this was one of the safest sea fights, so far as those on deck was concerned, that almost ever happened—l mean after the ships were launched together. The flash of the guns would go clear across each deck, and the men, by Keeping a good look-out, could avoid being hurt, only by stepping a little asido. I "Had the Bon Homme Richard been a ' new, strong ship, as was the Serapis, both might have lain there and burned powder and thrown shot until they rotted,as to sink ing either with the guns of the other. But the Bon Homme Richard tvas old and rot ten, and was leaking badly before Jones made her fast to the Serapis; and thus fast, the strain upon her against the other ship and from the explosion of the guns made her leak worse, and it was evident that she must ere lung go down. "Some of Jones' men and one of his offi cers told him she must soon go down, and suggested a surrendet. "You never mind that, you shall have a better ship to go home in," said Jones, pleasantly. Jones and all his men, and Pearson and his crew, very well knew that if the Bon Homme Richard was about to sink, she would capsize the Serapis, and both must go down together. It was, therefore, likely to be a test between Jones and Pearson—which for the sake of saving his men from a watery grave, would strike first. "But Jones bad recourse to a stratagem, which was completely successful. He se cretly sent his men below, one by one, with the strictest possible orders to be fully pre pared for boarding, and a given signal to rush on deck, and he would lead them on to the deck of the Serapis, and clear it. So Jones' men seemed to diminish, though not very fast, until only about thirty were left on dock. Pearson supposing they wero kill ed or badly wounded, and that Jones must soon strike, was compleiely off his guard.— This was Jones' time. Giving the signal, his men were ready in an instant, and with Jones ahead, with his deadly sword, rushed like "hell bounds" upon the deck of the Serapis, killing everything they could reach and in a short time would have killed ev erything on board; but Capt. Pearson, see ing his time had come, cried with a loud voice, "Capt. Jones, I surrender"—at the same time taking his sword by the blade, and presenting the handle to Jones, and with the next breath ordered the colors to be taken down. "This was in the night. The next even ing the Bon Homme Richard went down head foremost. Thus terminated the strong est naval tight on record. Paul Jones took the Serapis, but Capt. Pearson sunk the Bon Homme Richard." 17" A bare footed youngster was fishing on the bank of a pond, out in York State when a monster pickeral grabbed the hook so suddenly as to jerk the little fell "into the drink." Ho was rescued, with some ditficully, by an older companion, the fish in the meantime having cleared himself from the hook and darted away. As the little fellow's head came above the water, he at once saw the situation of affairs, and grasped out—his eyes "sticking out about a foot."—"Catch me another grass-hopper, and I'll get him next time !" E7 A person, speaking of a drink he once had occasion to imbibe, said that he could not tell whether it was brandy or a torchlight procession going down his throat Truth aad Right God aM our Country. Letter from Gerret Smith to Gapt. Brown. BALTIMORE, Thursday, Oct. 20. The most important and significant of the letters from Gerret Smith, found among the papers of Brown, is the following: PETERBOROUGH, June 4, 1859. Capt. JOHN BROWN— My Dear Friend : I wrote yon a week ago, directing my letter to the care of Mr. Kearney. He replied in forming me that he had forwarded it to Washington. But as Mr. Morton received last evening a letter from Mr. Sanborn say ing your address would be your son's home, vizi West Andover, I, therefore, write you without delay, and direct your letter to my son. I have done what I could thus far for Kansas, and what 1 JMi iu> your Kansas work. (\, Losses by indorsement and otherwise have brought me undek haavy embarrass ment the last two year*, ©at I must, never-, theless, continue to do in order to keep you | at your Kansas work. 1 send you herewith my draft for $2OO. Let me hear from you on the receipt of this letter. You live in our hearts, and our prayer to God is that you may have strength to continue in your Kan sas work. My wife joins me in affectionate regard to you, dear John, whom we both hold in very high esteem. I suppose you put the Whitman note into Mr. Kearney's hands.— It will be a great shame if Mr. Whitman does not pay it. What a noble man is Mr. Kearney. How liberally he has contributed to keep you in your Kansas work. Your friend, GERRET SMITH. WHAT IS KANSAS WORK ?—One of the let ters from Gerret Smith to Brown, found among the papers of the latter at Harper's Ferry, speaks of having given him consid erable sums of money to aid in the prose cution of his "Kansas work." This phrase, a little peculiar and enigmatical in itself, occurs no less than four times in a letter of j about 25 lines. As the letter is dated June 4,! 1859, and addressed to a man who had not been in Kansas for a year, and so far as ap-| pears never intended to go there again, the | suspicion naturally arises that the words mean something more than meets the ear. l Will now Mr. Smith explain them? What did he mean by Mr. Brown's Kansas work ? —limes. If the dale, 1859, of the letter is correctly reported, the presumption, we think, is de cidedly in favor of Mr. Smith's complicity in Brown's atrocious scheme. The term 1 "Kansas work" bscomg>lfea frcastterm to disguise the horrible crime which Brown had in contemplation, and makes Mr. Smith an accomplice to all intents and purposes. But if the letter was addressed to Brown while the Kansas troubles" were still exist-1 ing, the term "Kansas work" is intelligible i enough. Is the date of the letter correctly given ? If so, it is to be hoped that Mr. Smith will not escape the punishment due ' to a man who could iu any degree be parti ceps criminnis in such a horn ble tragedy.— . Has Brown a son now, or so recently as | 1857, residing at West Andover. (New Hampshire, Vermont or Ohio ?) If we have read the accounts correctly, Brown and his , only two remaining sons were, in June j living on the farm in Virginia, which they still occupied when their crime was consu mated. If Mr. Smith was in their secrets, j he must have known this, and would scarce-1 ly address to West Andover. Who certifies ' the date of the letter ?— N. V. Commercial. I THE FALL OF THE LEAF —Under this head the Pennsylvania Inquirer has he following: "VAHautumn is certainly the most of the year for a sojourn in the country. The usually pure air, the transparent atmosphere,, the azure arch of heaven, the rich, ripe fruits, the golden cars of Indian corn, and the gorgeous and varie gated foliage—all combined in producing scenery, the magic beauty of which charms the eye and rejoices the heart. And yet ruralizing citizens and their families return to their homes amid all the monotony of brick and mortar streets, and mingle in the active and anxious cares of busy life. The natural is exchanged for the artificial—the repose of the country for the bustle of town. There is much to regret in parting from the fields and woods at this truly glorious per iod of time, when hill and valley are robed in their richest apparel, when the forest is at once sublime and gay, with gradually spreading oaks, darkly waving pines, ce dars that rival those of Lebanon, and the leaves of the dazzling and many-colored brilliancy that illume the dusky thickets, as they sparklo and wave gracefully from the boughs of the beech, chestnut, dogwood, and maple." A BOY got his grandfather's gun and load ed it, but was afraid to fire ; he, however, liked the fun of loading, and so put in another charge, but was still afraid to fire. He kept on charging, but without firing, until he got six charges in the old piece.— His grandmother, learning his temerity, smartl) reproved him, and grasping the old continental, discharged it. The result was tromendous, throwing the old lady on her back. She promptly struggled to regain her feet, but the boy cried out—"lay still granny, there are five more charges in yet 1" OUT WEST, the law gives damages for ap parent breach of promise. The bachelors, however, obviate the difficulty by having their cards labelled, "Goodjor Iki) call only " A PHILOSOPHER, being asked what was the first thing necessary towards winning the love of a woman, answered, "an oppor tunity." TO A DRUNKEN HUSBAND. My husband, 'twas forthpe I left My own, my happy home; For thee 1 lett my cottage bowers, With thee in joy to roam ; And where are all thy holy vow, The truth, the love, the trust, That won my heart?—all scattered now, And trampled in the dust. I love the with a love untold, And when I stood beside Thy noble form, 1 joyed to think 1 was thy chosen bride. They told me ere I was thy own, How sad my lot would be; 1 thought not of the future, then— -1 only thought of thee. I left my home, my happy home, A sunny-hearted thing, Forgetting that my happiness A shadowing cloud might bring, The sunny side of life is gone, Its shadows only mine— And thorns are springing in my heart, ' Where blossoms used to twine. I do not blame thee for thy lot, I only pray for thee, That thou may'st Irom the tempter's power (Oh, joyful thought,) be free ; That thou may'st bend above my grave, With penitence sincere, And lor the broken-hearted one, Let tall a sober tear. RUMANUE AND REALITY. And as my "speech was gone"—eflaced, To take the fort by storm, 1 threw my arms around her waist, I clasped her sylph-like form ; I madly raved of joy 6 which would O'er life a haio shed, If she—the gentle and the good— Zounds 1 1 scarce know what 1 said. With look 9 aghast, and tips apart, She shrank from my embrace, Her words fell cold upon my heart. As 1 gazed upon her face; [mean ? "Now, Zeke, what does this tantrum How must I look upon it 1 You tarnal fool,'' she loudly screamed, "You've smashed up my new bonnet?" How tin Editor did not get a Fuss. The following story is told by the Syra cuse Journal ; " The editor of the Buffalo Evening Post has been very violent at times in denuncia tion of the Northern Central Railroad ; but recently he desired to go East, and he thought it would be very convenient to be bribed with a 'pass.' Expressing his thoughts to a friend, he remarked that if he had not been so violent toward the road he supposed ho might got (he coveted pas* His friend assured him that if he would ap ply to Dean Richmond, he would be ac commodated ; and after consideration he concluded to make the attempt. He accor dingly called on the Democratic Mogul. "Mr. Richmond," said the editor, "I am going East, and 1 have called to see if you can accommodate me with a pass ?" "Certainly, Sir—certainly, Sir; with the greatest pleasure," said Mr. Richmond, and he proceeded to fill out the pass. * The little card was handed to the editor, who expressing his thanks, glanced over it and saw that it or.ly passed him to Albany, with no provision for his return." "Mr. Richmond," said the editor, very modestly, "i see this only passes me to Al bany. I intend to return —" "The h—l you do ?" said Richmond, seizing the pass. "Intend to return, eh? Can't have no pass from me, then !" And he tore the pass ir.to pieces. A CERTAIN BRIDGE.—I remember once, j when I was a young man, living up in New Hampshire, they dedicated a new bridge, and invited a young lawer to deliver an or ation. The lawer had never yet, after a fortnight's practice, had the honor of being retained; and the opportunity of establish ing a reputation was admirable. The day came, and with it to the bridge came the multitude and the orator. He had made no , written preparation, that being, he had been told, unlawyer-like—a lawyer being ; supposed to be capable of speaking with-' out note or notice any number of hours, on any subject, in a style of thrilling eloquence. He stood out upon the platform, and amid the profound attention of his audience,com menced : " Fellow-citizens—five-and-forty years ago, this bridge, built by your enterprise, was part and parcel of the howling wilder ness 1" He paused a moment. "Yes, fellow cit izens, only five-and-forty years ago, this bridge, where we now stand, was part and parcel ol the howling wilderness." Again he paused. [Cries of Good go on."] Here was the rub." "I feel it hardly necessary to repeat, that this bridge, fcllow-cilizens, only five and forty years ago, was part and parcel of the howling wilderness : and I will conclude by saying that 1 wish to God it was part and parcel of it now." Two Irishman were in prison—one for stealing a cow, and the other for stealing a watch. "Mike," said the cow stealer, one day, "what o'clock is it V "Och, Pat, I hav'nl my watch handy, but I think it's about milkin' time." PADDY being told that the price of bread had fallen, exclaimed : "By the pipers of war this is the first time I ever rejoiced at the fall of a friend." ty A little girl said :—"Mother, is Tom a good cat V "Yes." "Well, he'll go to heaven won't he V "I suppose so ; but if you are not a better girl you will never get there." "Oh," said the littie girl, "I'll hold on to Tom's tail." Power of Kindness. A you.ig school teacher had one large boy, Joe Stanton, who was ringleader of all mischief. The first day he managed to make the school a scene of roguery and contusion. The poor teacher went home with a heavy heart. The next day she thought if she could gain the confidence of this boy, and have him on her side, she should have but little trouble with her school. As it closed in the afternoon, she spoke kindly to him, and asked his help in closing the school-room door. He readily complied. As she turned homeward, Joe followed. At length she inquired : "Have you any sister, Joseph V The right cord was touched. "I had one Bister," he said, "Utile Mary, but she died;" and thus encouraged by the ready sympathy of the listener, he went on to tell that Mary was his only sisier, and that he used to take care of her and carry Iter out of doors, and draw her in the wagon he had made for her, and that she loved him "more than any one else did," and always used to run to the door to meet him when he came home "But she is dead, now," he added, "and I have not anybody that takes care of me. She had a fever, and she did not know me when I spoke to her, and in just a week she died. Her grave is right over here," he continued, "and perhaps you would like to see it some time." The teacher willingly went with him, asking still further about little Mary, us they passed along, till, at length, as they approached the grave and sat down upon a stone near it, poor Joe could no longer wipe away the tears as he had done, when, one by one they trickled down, for the fountains within were broken up. He covered his face with his hands and wept aloud. "She's dead," he exclaimed again, "and nobody cares for me now." "1 will care for you, Joseph," said the kind teacher, as she laid her hands upon this now uncovered head; and she spoke to him of Heaven, and the happy meeting of those whom death has severed, and of i Him who cares for us more than all earthly ! friends, and who will help us if we wish to | do right. Then as he grew calm, and they had ris en to go, she told him of all her own sor row—of the father whom she had lost—of her lonleiness—of her wish to be useful while she supported herself by teaching— of how hard the Weslbrook school seemed to her, and how she meant to do the best she could for him, and for all her scholars. "I'll help ye, Miss Mason," responded Joe. "I'll help you all I can," and then, I the old mischievous twinkingcoming again, he added, "I guess the rest of the boys : won't trouble you much. They'll do pretty i much a3 1 want 'ern to." Joe was subdued and won by the power of kindness. Anu hard, must be the heart that kindness cannot win. THE NATIONS WITHOUT FlRE. —According to I'liny, fire was for a long time unknown to some of the ancient Egyptians; and when Exodus, the celebrated astronomer, showed it to them, they were absolutely in raptures. The Persians, Phmnicians, Greeks and several other nations, acknowledged that their ancesters were without the use of fire ; and the Chinese confess the same of their progenitors. Pomponius, Mela. Plu tarch, and other ancient authors, speap of nations who, at the time they wrote knew not the use of fire, or had just but learned ! it. Facts of the same kind are also arrested by several modern nations. The inhabitans | of the Marian Islands, which were discov ! ered in 1531, had no idea ot fire. Never was astonishment greater than theirs, when they saw it on the descent of Magellan in I one of their islands. At first they believed it to be some kind of animal that fixed to | fed upon wood. The inhabitants of the I'hillipine and Canary Islands were formerly equally ignorant. Africa presents, even in our own day some notions in this deplor able state. DEATH FROM A WOUND INFLICTED BY A J ROOSTER CONFIRMED —Some time ago a statement was published iu the North Amer ican, taken from the Newport Gazette, Per ry county, Pa. ( to the effect that a Mr. Black of Newport, had died in consequence of an incision made by a rooster with his spurs in the arteries ol the hand, imitating pre vious to his death, the flapping and crowing of a rooster. The statement has gone the rounds of the press, accompanied in most by comments ol an incredulous nature.— But it appears to have been true, neverthe less. The Harrisburg Patriot is informed by a gentleman from Newport, who was pres ent at Mr. Black's death, that the account published in the Gazette of that place, is strictly true in every particular; that Mr. Black suffered the most excruciating agony, and that ho made attempts to crow, flap ping his arms, and making a noise similar to a rooster, that those outside the house were persuaded to believe that it was one, until he was relieved by death. CP* A physician named John Corrie, of Apalachicola, Florida, has inventod and apparatus for freezing by steam 1 The next stop will be to warm ourselves with a snow bank. HT Don't mind the caprices of fashiona ble women ; they are as gross as poodle fed on milk and muffins. f3T The passport to heaven is written nowhere else than upon the leaves of as pure heart. [Two Dollars per Auniiitt NUMBER More About I'opular Sovereignty. A very funny pamphlet, entitled "The Reviewer Reviewed,'' is going through the press in this city, and is as an answer to the "Observations" upon Senator Douglas, heretofore published in the Con slitulton and other newspapers Ndrth arid South. Most of our readers will recollect that for two or three weeks past the tele graphic despatches to New York and else where have, every now and then, been an nouncing that Senator Douglas had a reply in preparation, or that an answer to the "Black pamphlet" would soon be made ready under his supervision. Whether this be or be not the thing referred to, it is im possible for us to say. We have been favor ed with the first sixteen pages of it. It is to contain, we are told, about forty, and it is presumed that the portion we have seen is a tolerably fair specimen ol the whole. The writer refers to Judge Black's propo sition that slaves are property, and as prop erty they may be taken into a Territory and kept there until a local law shall be consti tutionally established to divest the owner's right. Me writes about it, and about it, and about it, and piles up quotations of varioti kinds in great heaps, and after all, does not tell us whether he regards the proposition as true or false. If he admits it to be what is he discussing it for 1 If he denies it, then how is his patron, Judge Douglas, to look in the face of a Speech which he made in the Senate on the 23d of February, 1839, from which we extract the following passages: " Slaves, according to that decision, [the Dred Scott decision,] being property, stand on an equal fooling with all other properly.—' There is just as much obligation on the part of the territorial legislature to protect slaves and every other species of property, as there is to protect horses, cattle, dry goods, liquors, fyc. If they have a right to digcrirri inale as to the one, they have as to the other, and whether they have got the pow er of discrimination or not, is for the court to decide, if any one disputes it. * * * If there is no power of discrimination on other species of property, there is none at to slaves. If there is a power of discrimination as to other properly—and I think there is— theu it applies to slave property. In other words, slave property is on an equal footing with all other property." We think it impossible that Judge Doug las could have had any hand in this new pamphlet, tie has inconsistencies and con tradictions enough to answer lor without making more. The author is manifestly one of those imprudent and super servicea ble friends who, with the best intentions, is doing his patron the greatest possible injury. The balance of the sixteen pages con lain some heavy reading on the question whether the common law extends to the Territories, and on the right of the ter ritorial legislature to take away, directly or indirectly, a slave from his owner. Of course, we are not expected to understand so much learning as is here displayed. But as far as we can see into the mystery of it; the author seems to think that it would be a very commendable thing in the territorial legislatures to acknowledge the right of the master over his slave as properly, and then at the same time pass such laws as would take away all pro ection from him. lrt other words, he is in favor of such territo rial laws as will be unfriendly to the ac knowledged right of property. We speak of his opinions only as they come to us through the misty medium of his own ver biage. It may be that the conclusion of the pamphlet will clear off the fog whidh rest. upoi*he beginning. If it does, we shall have something more to say; if not, we have probably said 100 much already.— Constitution. REMARKABLE CONVERSION. —When Oliver Cromwell entered upon the command of the Parliament's arms against Charles I, he or* dered that every soldier should carry a Bible in his pocket. Among the rest there was a wild, wicked, young fellow, who ran away from his apprenticeship in l.ondon, for the sake of plunder and dissipation. Being one day ordered out on a skirmishing expedition or to attack some fortress, he returned to his quarters in the evening without hurt. When he was going to bed, pulling his Bible out ol his pocket, he observed a bullet hole in it, the depth of which he traced till he found the bullet stopped at Eccl. xi. 9 : "Rejoice oh young man in thy youth, and let thy heart cheer thee in the days of thy youth; and walk thou in the ways of thy heart, but know thou that for all these things, God will bring thee into judgment " The words were sent home to his heart by the Divine Spirit, so that ho became a firm believer irt the Lord Jesus Christ. He lived in London leng alter the civil wars ended. THE SLEW' OF YOUTH. —Oh! let youth cherish the happiest or earthly boons while yet it is at its command; for there cometh the day to all, when "neither the voice of the lute nor the birds," shall bring back tho sweet slumbers that fell on their young eyes, as unbidden as the dews. SOFT GINGERBREAD.— One pint of molas ses, one cup of butter, one cup full of com mon sugar, half pint molasses, third cup full ol ginger, with a little salaratus. "OH, JACOB," said a master to his appren tice, "It is wonderful to see what a quantity you can eat." "Yes, sir," said the boy, "I have been practicing ever since 1 was % child."