VOL. II.—NO. 1. The Slave Mart. Going ! going ! gone ! A ho bids for the mother's care, Who bids for the blue eyed gill ? Her skin is fair, and her soft brown hair Is guiltless of a curl. The mother clasped her babe With an arm that love made strong; She hcav. 1 no sigh, but her burning eye Told of her spiri’s wrong. She gazed on the heartless crowd, Hut no pitying glance she saw, fur ilie crushing woe, her soul must know Was sanctioned by the law. Going! gentlemen! going! fue child is worth yowr bids, Here's a bargain to be sold ; Tiii- chunny thing will some day bring A pile of yellow gold. “Ad iilar a pound.” cries a voice, Hoarsely from out the throng; Two, three, five it calls, and the hammer falls; Five dollars, gentlemen, gone! Fi e dollars a pound—and hi- hand, .7mst stretched to grasp the elii!d. Is - nurmi add ■by ti> • giant might Of a man! ic mother, wild. • hie moment an 1 the lo.nl-d whip I • p Dfd above her Imad ; T ' ;i and jv.ii ii com • upoi h r helpless frame, !.i!\ ■ a crush in weigh iot lead Witli a tightened grasp on her kidnapped bhe fall lo the cold damp g omul: (child, T.i ; b iby ivis ia don the s'-ah’s and weighed A.id sold ii no 1 ill.irs a pound. Vud tli ■ eve uf the sun looks down l uui n u n! on Siioii seen \s ot sin, An 1 the free.n-a’s to :g i > mus; be chained and Tiionau his.-pirii b amt witliia. (dumb. O’l G n, i .i: :i mill on o; tongues. To thunder IkeeiionV, name, And to utter a cry win *h would ; ieree the skv, The iudigaan! cry of shame ! Our eagle' I 1 i.. ■•!•.* r. and dVil.li t • i\‘T-ki.>g bio >d ot tbe .-davi And he k u 1 y tli i r- i;i- aroie - lag wings O’er la sigh-, o ‘ Free i ..Ys grave. How long. Id Ford hou lory! A wale ii tir- m're-, an j might, Put. hasten the and u which .-’•rill open the vai To I'm h. an 1 Jus ice a a i night. Fro: the <7inei onii ' .:•> lirer, Dec i2. A DR ei urn at Comedy ci' Errors. Sor.v lid) -i !!*c, ;i vunny couple, wh“ I. till itewl , f .aned hymemal vest ments. c i:ue iron; tie. tc honna uleas :oit village ic this Citato, (o spend a por *t->n ot I lie sP.-ipust -I to bo delicious ne vl;s 1 known 1 i,> n ■moon, and placed thcmscl vt >. under tint ehar iv <>t the proprietor of the Soencer II ciso.— T!icy then sailed forth to witness the beauties an i pm ttliarilies of the Queen i Hv, ami <1 n, as • .ah s are went, o quantity of t!e iiltie badness embraced in due term “siiopomg. Taw were gon seven ai hours, and d.nl not return tntii sundown, opiitc fa turned with their 1 exertions. Ihe bride, I*., then found she had forgotten some articles m dispmisable to iter toil,-t, and, unwilling to disturb her husband, who, slie know ttmd be weary, slipped out while he was down stai'-s. and went up to Fourth Street to yet the diminutive bundle.— She was successful in her search for Ihe store, and the articles, but, on her v ay back, mistook, bom her ignorance of the city, Main street for Broadway, and the Madison for the Spencer House, which arc situated nearly opposite to each other. Mrs. 11, went into the hotel, and thinking it looked rather different from the other, asked one of the waiters she met in the hall, in rather a low and in distinct tone, if that was the “Spen cer," to which ho, failing to understand her, replied in the atiirmative. She then ordered him to brhu>* her the kev to No. 48, which he did, and she enter ed it and removed her bonnet, shawl and other portions of her attire, and crept between the sheets of the bed to enjoy a little nap after her long walk, never dreaming she was in the wrong house, for the reason that the apart ments happened to have the same posi tion, and furnished very much like her room at the “ Spencer. *’ Instead ot taking a “little nap,*’ she toil into a profound sleep, that contin ued hour after hour until eleven o'clock, at which time she was disturbed by a most unexpected incident. The rightful occupant of Xo. 48, a merchant from a town of Indiana, who had been to tlic theatre and become a little intoxicated, went to the Madison, and wishing no one to sec his condi tion, walked up to the room without a light, and fortunately or unfortunately, found the door unlocked. He entered quietly, and as total darkness reigned there, he removed his garments and crept into the spacious double bed, not disturbing in the least the fair bride who lay near the walk How long the two reposed there side b\ side, w ilh oniv a- loot <>t space be tween them, all unconscious of each other's presence is not oxaetU known. ikboiec) io iftpiiqi) Deedoii), SgKcqlfyre, ffetos, Jbeql b)fohi|qiioi), q.icl the biffysioq of IDdtil ifootekdgc. but probably about an liour, when a tremendous noise was heard in the i apartment, from which female screams issued wildly, piercingly and ceaseless ly. The hotel was in an uproar; proprie tors, clerks, waiters, porters and guests, i dressed and. half dressed, were at the j door of “forty-eight” in a few minutes, i blocking up the entrance and asking each other eagerly, “ What is the mat- j ter?” “For God’s sake tell us what i is the trouble?” The cause of this outcry may be im agined, The bride had awaked about midnight, and putting her hand over for her husband, it fell on the Indian!-! aids face, and the soft warm touch aroused him at once. lie did not un derstand it exactly, though he did not dislike it, and in a moment more. Mrs. 1 said: “My dearest husband, where have you been all this while?" “Husband,” echoed the merchant, beginning to see, like Lord Tinsel, that he had “male u small mistake here;” ” i am nobody's husband, i reckon, my dear madam, you're in the wrong bed.” lu the wrong bed—horror of hor rors, thought the bride. What would her liege lord—what would the curious world s;iy? And Mrs, R. screamed terribly, and sprang from the couch, Just as her companion did the same.— He was fully as much alarmed as she. and entreated her to give him time and lie would leave the apartment, although it was the one lie had engaged—he'd make oath to that. Scream, scream, scream, was the only reply to this kind proposition. “My God, madam, don't yell so! you will wake the house. Be reasonable; I swen it's but a mistake. Have some thought of the consequences. I don't want to hurt you; \ swear [ don't.— You'll gel me shot and yourself—well, I. won't say what." The -creams increased, and the poor liuiianian expecting every minute to see h phfo! thrust in his face bv a ieal ‘■us husband, turned pale as death,' which he expected, and resigned him ' If’to hi’- fate. Just at this juncture the throng out side presented itself at the door, and beheld Mrs. 11. cowering in one corner exercising her lungs magnificently, with a sheet wrapped over her form and iiead, and the ludianian in the middle of the room enveloped n; a coverlet, and ejaculating' “My God. madam, don’t I The junior proprietor, Dr. Cahill, saw the must, he some mistake, and re questing the tubers to retire, called the merchant out, went with him to another room, and there learned the whole kstory. The Doctor then seat one of tiie ladles of the hotel to Mrs. It., and the entire affair was explained, greatly to her relief, though she was over whelmed with confusion at a circum stance that might have ruined her rep utation forever. I nder the escort of the Doctor, she was conveyed to the “Spencer," where the husboml was found pacing the cor-- ridors with frantic mein, and half craz ed with grief at the mysterious disap pearance of his wife, whom lie believed had been spirited away by a villain, or murdered for her jewels in this “in fernal city," where as he expressed it, “ they would kill a man for a dollar anytime,*’ As soon as he beheld Ids spouse he caught her to his bosom and wept like a child, lie was molted with happi | ness at her discovery and recovery, and told her he had scoured the citv for intelligence of her w hereabouts in vain, lie had nearly given up all hope ot meeting her again in this world, though, as he, growing poetic in his joy, phrased it, she had, thank heaven, returned to him like an angel from i another sphere, and made his Paradise in the Eden of her love. The bride told the bridegroom a storv a>. near the truth as slie could, which, like most women s histories, designed to shelior themselves, was a model of ingenuity and a miracle of art—rwith out exciting the Othello in his bosom; and with a thousand thanks to the Doc tor, whom the Benedick seemed some how to regard as the deliverer of his consort, they bade him good night. i until the plow could be mended —and the plow is not repaired yet. DST" At a wedding anniversary that was held by farmer Barrowtield,*at his hospitable Grange near Chcrriton, Eng land, considerable consternation was I produced amongst guests by the first course of the dinner consisting of onlv j one turniii. Merriment however, soon succeeded on a splendid goose, weigh ing exactly sixteen pounds, being found to be stowed inside the monster vege table. Such a turnip was probably never seen before! Potatoes, apple i sauce, gravy, French beans, all found ample accommodation within its roomy interior. The desert, including a water-melon, was served up in another ; turnip, scarcely inferior in size to its predecessor. The company separated at a late hour in a slate of the greatest , hilaritv. ihhW They tell a story about a man oat West who had a hair lip upon m Inch he performed an operation him self, by inserting into the opening a piece of chicken desh—it adhered and filled up the space admirably. This was well enough, until, in compliance with the prevailing fashion, he attempt ed to raise moustaches, when one side grew hair and the other feathers. i-if" A son of the Emerald Isle meet ing a countryman whose face was not perfectly remembered, after saluting him most cordially, inquired his name “Walsh,” was the answer. “Walsh, Walsh," responded Padclv —"are ye not from Doubliri? I knew two np| m:dd there of (hat name— either oi them ver mother ?" CTc* In the trial of Montalembcrt. the following scene took place : On M. Berry or saying that to affirm that France did r.ot now possess liberty was not an attack upon the govern ment, but merely the assertion of a no torious and undeniable fact, be was in terrupted by The President, who said: Maitre Berryer. the defence is free, as von have seen ; but you are now going too far; you are repeating at the bar the very offence with which M. de Monta lembert stands charged, and that can not be permitted. M. Berryer, with a gesture of elo quent. astonishment, continued—“ Must I then throw up my brief? Have I lost my reason and conscience ? Do I understand what the court means?— Can it be that a counsel is to be con strued as attacking the government, because he will not say that black is white? Why it is the boast of the government that it has bartered liberty for order, and it has done so, it savs. with the consent, of the French people; and that lam not here to deny. Yes, France has repudiated her own liberty. That is a fact which some people may and others may not regret; but it is not rational to hold it an offence in anv one to state a simple fact that liberty —sat a long time very at . tentivo, musing upon a cane-bottomed, i chair. At length he said: “I wo.ndei w hat fellow took the trouble to fhv< them ar holes, and to put the straw round them?” —“lke," said a rusty old heathen of the desk, “kow do astronomers measure the distance to the sun?” “Why,” rc plied the young hopeful, “they gue§s at one-fourth the distance, and then mul tiplies by four.” The desk-worm taint ed. —ln the last illness of George Cole man, the doctor being late in an ap pointment, apologized to his patient, saying that he had been called in to see a man who had fallen down a well, “Did he kick the bucket, doctor?” groaned out poor George. —The Boston Post wants to know why credit should not be given to physi clans in notice of death, as well as clergymen in notice cl marriage. A newspaper obituary announcement should read. “Died at the hands of Dr. Saddlebags, John Doc, aged so and so. —“A pretty pair of eyes are the be**, mirrors to shave by,” said Mr. All sense, the other day to an old fogy bach elor. “Why, humph ! yes, to he sure,” re - plied the old hunx: “and I can toll von little more—many a man has been shaved by them!” —An eastern editor, complaining that he could not sleep one night, sura mod up the causes : “Sixteen plug uglies thrashing a dead rabbit—-a wailing babe" of sixteen months old—a dog howling under the window—a cat in the alley—a colored serenade over th*=■ way- toothache and a pi" -rvipg to ilj at the k door.