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VOL. 1. NEW SERIES. WEST'BATON ROUGE, SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 9, 1856. NO. 6.
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A neatoa performance in · iven in the following poem formed of dilfreent biblical texts: a*g the Mighty One, l'. Ilxxtiz. 19. C tow n thygrief. lih. x:i 11. lang to theHoly One, Olrb. L. 1J. Ilagivs selief. I. cxci. 9. (l.i to the Gradnt.u One, p1. re'vt 5. (il~i thy pain; . i'. v.4. Cling to the Faithful One, I Theos. v. 24. Ile tWiatai. I'.. xarksii. S. lbg to the Living Oue, Irb. vii. 23. lgwin thy wee. Is. lxxxei. 7. ling to the Loving One, 1 John iv, IC. Threugh al below. P.oni. viii. ,8, 10. C.ag tile Pardoning On, Is. iv. 7. It spktith peace. John xiv. 27. GiaBelbe Healing One, Exod, xv. '6. Aeggish shall cease. Ic. cxvil. 3. clagttoet Bleeding One, 1 John i. 7. cling IHslAle; John xx. 27. CU1 to the Rln One, th. vi. 9. (leaghfde. John x". 4 lg t.t Comintng One, Ik.- x il. 20. apV .allriee; ,itue H. 1-. ,/lng OasthegntebTine, Ps. xrvf. 1. Jq liglht& thilne Jye.. Pc. xvi. 11. Consoling. Yon'uII onrZ lttti .i oel lebt f By ptrson. who arl . uI.*d to borow; forgotten, a. the ,.n thiot rat,. Whon thine a t,'t' one on the morrow; Fsrgotten, like tht. .:w.ious p-.10h That bl-.wl! thu sc!,o,,l-boi la-ntSpteruher; C torgottlen lir na maiden .p ech. Which all mnu. Ipr;i. but nw rermumber: Curiosity. Stee that first Iatal hour when Eve, With all thu firit of Elean bhlet, Sire Only one, ratlher than hleae Orat o.e Ilkklown, loot. all thet rest. MIrsuAr To sN AEltna:bI'.--M Godard, nn of the celebrated aeronaut. who is now 'exploiting" in the United States, made a balloon ascension near Paris. the other day, which came near being the last of his earth I ii hr. The balloon had been fully in wfeas cut loose from its moorings and M. Golartd waexecuting a series of danger eas "pigeon-wings" in the air, when all at o..e, the aerial machine explodedl and the balloniast commenced tumbhlng at a more al rate than he had bargained for. He had jst time to spread his parachute to stop partIally, his fearful descent, and thus save'd his life. As it was, he came down upon the frozen ground with a terriffic thump, but for tsaitely broke no bones. He was, however, deprously bruised. M. Godard, Jr., has eo his ballooning for the present. Alta recent meeting of the Academy of Scieneerat Paris, M. Flourens, speaking of the power of chloroform, remarkedt that its a dhe field hospitals of the army doubled ogth and power of the su~eorns, as tYeate more masters of their action when opmt5iI upon an inert mass, and are no r disturbed by the cries or movements p. a tient. In the campaign of the Cri. mtes, chloroform was employed, ne stated "4a than twenty-five thousand times, and el with success. '"This immense re. 6 saidM. Floureas, "is the best reply to lip who had felt apprehension at the use La werful auxiliary to surgical opera ,A FPrITIfVL D)oo.-Mr. E. Merriman, a BroPolt Heights, writes to the New Y0 *Wearnaa of C'ommerce to announce . 4atf of a dog, who for some t[e'i d been in the habit of assisting Iti in making his meterolocal observa tat night, by waking him every [9. When the clock struck. 4J01hn 81 ith has furnished the follow ifr the next celebration of the Fourth eorJoy, but it is too good to be laid orSr! "The two Declarations-'lThe Dee Tft*O of Independence, whereby we our liberty, and the Declaration ' orse, whereby we lost it." SJLI.4 girl visiting Niagara with her ,'arid seing the fouam at the foot of hexclaimed. APa, how much uoap e lak to make so many auds." The Haunted Bed. War was declared ' The boys in number six vowed they would no longer bear the insolence of number eight. These were the largest p sleeping rooms in the school-house where I boarded in the days when my face was not bronzed by travel, when my legs were considerably shorter, and my lux uriant beard as yet an invisible dream. I was thirteen, and the oldest boy in the room except Slokins, who was sixteen, t though you would never have thought it to look at him, for he was the shortest boy in our class, and the stupidest. However, he was a very good fellow and ready enough for anything but fighting. Our room was on the top floor of the house, so we resolved to have a grand% bolstering campaign, and as a prelimin ary measure I proposed that somebody S should creep on all fours into No. 8, and pull Clinton senior's toe, then utter a war-whoop, and we would all rush in, Lpell mel, and give No. 8 fits-in a word come down on them like biicks. S"liut who is to do the creeping." said Bozer, who was so clumsy that he could never catch a cricket ball in his life, and was the poorest shot at marbles g I ever saw. "Not you," said Stockleson junior, a small, red haired boy, who, like a terrier would fight anything, however big. and never leave off under any circumstances. "Not ) ou, Boxer, you always stumble or knock something over." "Who then 1" said Twiggy, the boy who was so delicate that he was ordered a g.ass of portwime every day to keep up his stanlmuina and who was always kiss ing little Lucy, the master's daughter, in the shrubbery, and who used to buy bran dy and bring it up into the bed roon at 1 night, in a soda water bottle, and gave it us to drink out of the shell of a cocoa nut. "Why, Slokins, of course, because he's the oldest," shouted Tom Crisp. "Yes, Slhkiis forever !'cried the whole roomi in chorus. But Sltkins would not go, so I, as leader ot the expedition, finally volun. t"eeeTrFt undertake the hazardous enter prie., and off we started, imarchiitg nois. lessly in Indian file, holding our night shirts tightly, round us to prevent them from rustling, and esah with his bolster over his shoulder, prepared for the direst extrerumides. extremuities. I halted within a yard of the open door of No. 8, and crawling like a "iast I of the Mohicans," or the celebrated ser. pent who tempted Eve, on my belly, contrived to reach the foot of Clinton senior's bed, insert my nexter hand un der the bedclothes, and give his toe a jerk which roused hint like a galvanic shock from the embrace of an incipient slumber. I, A-e-o-n-y !" squealed Clinton, 'who is that ?' and lie sprang out of the bed, but only to be knocked down, instanter, by Twigsy's bolster. Immediately an immense slaughter d took place. At the foot of every bed in No. 8 was a hero of No. 6, whacking e away like a steam engine at the pros. e trate form of his victim. It was a decid e ed case of surprise, and some minutes j elapsed before the enemy rallied. No e sooner, however, did they recover the first shock of our insidious attack, than r, out they tumbled, and fought with the wilder exasperation from their prelim inary drubbling. )f Siokiun, I am sorry to say, beat an in f glorious retreat, and shortly afterwards Clinton put the main body of our army to tiight, by meanly cutting at their legs n with his suspenders-but in the corridor, o and on neutral ground, the fight yet raged with Homeric fury, and was at the d point of excitement, when a sudden flash d of light from the well known staircase i* warned us of the approach of a third and yet more powerful force. It was m fact the master, who was already on the last turn of the stairs, and would inevitably be upon us before we cold return to our Q' dormitories. I having been the last to retreat from e the camp of the hostile forces, was now 1e behind all the rest of .my party, who lad g mutely taken to their heels, and fled t- madly up the passage towards No. 8. Y Seeing; therefore, that escape was imr possible, I resolved, like a second Hora tius, to "defend the staircase," and com; menced by launching my bolster over .h the banisters. Falling plump on the id head of the ascending master, and extin o- guishing his tight, it was a perfectly suc re cessful oporation. 1 was snug in bed in like the rest by the time he had obtain ed a fresh candlestick and returned to the attack. er "What boy threw that, bolsterV" said of the deep toned voice of Dr. Whackam. zp Silence. "I say who tkew that bolster," reiter ated tile doctor-Why don't you speak 1' Nobody spoke, or gave any reason for not doing so. "L11 soIn find out," said the angry pedagogue. "Twigsy, where's your bolster ? "Here, sir." "And yours ?" "Here sir." "And yours I" '"lhere, sir." He had at length satisfied himself of the presence of every boy's bolster but mine, and all clealy foresaw that the ex posure of the culprit was at hand, and that if virtue were not immediately re warded, vice stood an admirable chance of being summarily pun;shed. "Mr. Franlin Lafayette IIopscotch. where is your bolster, if you please," said Whacham sardonically. bringing his candle to bear upon my devoted bed. "Here, sir, said I cheerfully, to the ut ter amazement of every boy in the room. For an instant the doctor was stagger. ed. Seven boys and eight bolsters . HIe would as readily have believed in seven boys and eight heads. But his consternation was brief; he suddenly observed that there was a spare bed in the corner. IIe hastened to inspect it. The bolster woas ab.ent ! "Who threw that bolster ?" repeated Doctor Whackam. "The ghost of the boy who died in the spare bed !" said a sepulchral voice. It was the voice of Slokins, and so artfully disguised that everybody started; and the smaller boys were thrown into a cold perspiration. "Who spoke ?" said the doctor. Silence. `"I shall cane you all to~morrow morn ing," said Whackam, 'unless the otlender be now given up." Dead silence. Next morning the doctor forgot to cane us. A new boy had arrived, and Whackam was in good humor con sequently. But at night we had an awful story to tell the new tenant of the "haunt, ed bed." I may as well add, though it has pro. perly speaking nothing to do with the story, we let down the new boy' spanta, looums by a string to the floor below, t where they took them in and cut the 1 cord for us; that we furthermore filled r his boots with nutshells, and put a frog in his milk and water at breakfast. He turned out a firstrate bolsterer, and when Nwe got up amateur theatricals, nearly SI smothered Stockleson as Desdemouna, in the ferocious character of Othello. Success in any business requires n thorough knowlege of the means and material under employ. Place the le vers of a locomotive in the hands of one t who had never before seen this power ful machine, and instead of being able to drive it with the speed of the wind and the precision of mathematics, he would be sadly puzzled to know what first to do with his important charge. What.could a ploughman do if required to superintend a cotton factory ? or a blacksmith the machinery of a whole sale merchant? What coulc a shop keeper accomplish if placed in charge of s a threshing machine, a horse reaper, or a subsoil plough ? We should all doubt a the sanity of the man who would send for a lawyer to set a fractured limb, al a though he might point out to the ni - cety of a hair, the rights, privileges, and liabilities of John Doe and Richard Roe, - The idea that men succeed by a sort of s lucky guessing, instead of a thorough v mastery of facts and principles, is quite s to prevalent. " Fellow-citizens," said a stump orator, t "We have the best country in the world, e and the best government. What peo pie on the face of the globe enjpy more privileges than we do? Here we have liberty to speak, and liberty of the press t without onorous despotism. What, fel t low-citizens, is more desirable than this ? ' Do you want anything more, my coun r trymen i "Yes sir-ree !" sang out a red faced a loafer, "this is dry work. I -want to suck out of that flask sticking out of your coat pocket behind !" A clergyman being complained of by another for drawing away his parishion - ers on Sunday, made this reply "Feed your flock better and they won'tstray." e "My brudders," said a waggish color ed man to a crowd, "in all infliction, in d all ob yer troubles, dar is one place you can all find sympathy." "Whar? whatr" shouted several. "In de dictionary," be replied rolling his eyes skyward. d The unfortunate' man who on last i. Wednesday took the law into his own hands, ha. burnt: his fingers and dropped r-it. Brother Crafford's Farewell Sermon. or REPORTED BY DILL EASEL. During my sojourn in Mississippi, ti (shortly after I heard the great sermon Sa which was played on a harp of a thou- in sand strings,) I had occasion to visit a de friend in tte neighborhood of Port Gib- E son. The next day being Sabbath, I ac companied him toZion Chapel. A new lii minister had been called to that neigh- it borhood, and this was to be his salu- o( tory sermon. F; Zion Chapel was some hundred yards from the main road and surrounaded by la forest trees. Having arrived rather too fe early fur the service, myself and friend w sauntered about the woods rather active- se ly employed in brushing away the cloud fo of mosquitoes that surrounded us. At leugth a strange spdcimen of the genus jt homo made his appearance on horseback; h it was Brother Crafourd. at His dress was decidedly peculiar. On F his head he woro an old-fashioned bell' . cr?-we beaver, several sizes too large. "1 o reme:ly this defect a cotton bandana handkerchief was stuffed between the hat and forehead, His coat was of a most ancient pattern: blue, with brass * buttons, short waist and long swallow. r The collar came within an inch of hiding " I the back part of his head. His veet was extremely long, and his pants ditto short. The latter were held down by a leather al strap passed under a huge pair of bro- is gans of an untanned leather color. Al- a together his presence strongly suggested f SDanu Marble in his Yankee character of u: Jonathan Howspun. But to the ser- a1 mon-or at least a portion of it-for it at was utterly impossible to report the h! - whole of it. u: r The congregation was large, as it had a been, "norated" abroad that a new ser- ri vant If the Lord was to make his debut of at Zion. it 1 Bother Crafford slunk in the pulpit b' - with Lmore than ordinary humility, and I after idevoting a few moments to silent r prayer he rose. iL Gingerly pushing up the sleeves of his n store coat, whereby he disphlayed a pair s of large, long, bony hands of a beet-red W color, Ire grasped the handle of an earth- t ern pitcher and poured into a tin cup a tl (drouglht of water which he drank with d I inimitable gluto. w ; His appearance in the pulpit was a ci e study f-.r an artist, His face was long n and lank, eyes pale grey, nose aqueline, b º complexion s5a1.dy, hair greyish sandy, ti a head bald on tie top, with the exception 0 of a small patch on the organ of refer- 0 ence, (as if to shade it) and, altogether 12 n the picture of Greely whilst indicting a i Freesoil Abolition document for the beu - efit of his Southern subscribers. eiit of his Southern subscribers. lie began apologetically as follows: You don't see me to-day in the dress I allers wear; I come among you as a I stranger and T am now tricked out in mry'store clothes-I am not a proud man, but I thought it more becoming before strangers." 1 After this he raised a hymn in which t the congregation joined. lie then began his sermon : "My dear brethren and sisters, first f and foremost, I'm gwine to tell you about r the affecting plartin' I had with my con t gregation at Bathel Ohappel. Arter I 1 had got through with my farewell sar - mont, as I- came down outeu the pulpit the old grey headed brethren and sisters who had listened to my voice for twenty years crowded around me, and with sob bing, and tearful eyes, said-Farewell brother Craflord ! As I walked down the aisle, the young ladies, tricked out in their finery of brass jewelry, gewgaws, jimoracks, paint and flounces, looked with their bright eyes, and pronounced with their rosy lips- Farewell brother Crafford! The young men in their tight paten leather boots, high collars and flashy waistcoats-smelling of pomatum and p cigar smoke-with their shangha coats, and striped zebra pants-they too, said -Farewell, brother Crafford ! The little children-lambs in the field --lifted up their tiny hands and small r voices, and with one accord, said-Faret well brother Crafford ! The coloted bretheren of the congre V gation now came forward-(black sheep who had been admitted to the field un der my ministry) with tears rolling down their sable cheeks, they too said-Fare well brother brother Crafford! As I got on my horse and bade adieu r to my congregation forever, I turned to take a last look at the old church where L I had preached the unsearchable riches of Christ for mor'n twenty years-and e as 1 gazed at its delapidated walls and moss covered roof, it, too, seemed to say -t -Farewell, brother Crafford! a As I rode down through the village, d she people who poked their heads outen the winders, and the servants who leaned on their brooms, all seemed to say Farewell brother Crafford ! As I passed along down the highway through the forest, the wind as it sighed and whistled through the tree tops, play ing on the leaves and branches, the bur. den of salvgtion, it, too, semed to say Farewell brother Crafford ! Crossing a little creek that was gurg ling and singing over its pebbly bed, as it rejoiced on its way to to the great ocean of eternity, it, too, seemed to say Farewell brother Crafford ! As I rode along down a hot dusty c lane, an old sow that was asleep in a fence corner jumped out of a suddent, with a loud broo-oo, broo-oo-she, too, a seemed to say-Farewell, brother Craf- t ford. Mdy horse he got frightened, and jumped from under me, and as he curled his tail over his back, kicked up his heels f and ran off-he, too, seemed to say-i Farewell brother Crafford.-Louisville Daily Courier. An Extraordinary-Genius. A tall, slab sided specimen of a Jer seymtan, who hailed from some benighted region of the sandy State, came to the city on Friday, says the Philadelphia Sunday Destpach, and by perseveringly going around tasting specimens he man aged to get himself pretty well spirit iogged. Jersey finally got under such I a head of steam that he colapsed, and fetched up ingloriously shortly after night upon a cellar door. After reposing up- a on his ligneous bed for a brief season, and giving occasion meanwhile for much aueculation among the boys, who are usually on hand upon such occasions, b a "star" passed along that way, and car ried the prostrate votary of bad whisky off to the station house. The next morn ing, Jersey had bec:n isufficiently so boered to have a hearing, mnd he was ta ken before an aldermv4 who enjoys a reputation for official diuility, magisterial importance, pornpoeity,$and highfaluti ness generally. The prisoner was taciturn as his Judge was wordy, and an amusing dialogue t took place between the parties. After t the officer had got through with his evi dence, in which the fact of drunkenness was very clearly set forth, the alderman commenced : "Ahem! Well, sir, and ao you have been getting intoxicated, sir, and forget ting the decencies of life and your social , obligation! Have you no appreciation of the social obligations of a good cit izen ? "Nary 'preciation!" responded, the de fendent, sententiously. "If you have no respect for your obli gations of society, sir, have you no know. lege of the requirements of the low?" "Nary knowledge!" responded Jersey, t stolidly. "Don't you know, sir, that there is at stringent law in Pennsylvania? Do you never see a newspaper in your part of the world, sir !" Luu woriu, bir . "Nary Newspaper !" "Well, ignorance of the law excuseth no man," continued the magistrate, be coming somewhat riled at the manner of the offender. "Have you never made that discovery I" "'ary discovery !" replied Jersey, in the usual to(e. The Squire was getting his back up. "Do you know anything but your eternal 'nary,' sir 1" "Nary anything!" quietly replied the man of few words. "Have you no money to pay your fine 9" thundered the alderman. "Nary red !"' responded Jersey. "Take him below!" growled the man of law; "the fellow has neither money nor wit." "Nary," was the remark as the officer started to escort his charge Moyamen I singward. The last we beard of the genius was a reply he made to the night of the billy. "Look a here stranger," said the lat I ter, "as a general thing, do you confine your remarks to one word ? Don't you know anything but nary?', "Nary I was the reply. MoDEsa CHURCH Music.-Rev. T. Hiil, of Galtdam, writing on church - music, to the Christian Examiner, says: "Sometimes an attempt is made to alter a peculiar air by changing the cadence into a religious form. We have recently heard tunes of this character, from some 9 new collection' of sacred musicr popular I Irish and negro melodies, being eut off 1 in thelast measure, and a chord of the r subs dominant introduced, as if it were to sanctifv them. The result is, that the tunes are spoiled for whist.in on a a week day, without being renderea fit to I sing on8tday: The Irish Robber. Dr. W-, the Bishop of Cashel, having occasion to visit Dublin, accompanied by his wife and daughter, determined to perform the journey by easy stages, in his own carriage, and with his own sleek and wellfed horses, instead of trusting his bones to the tender mercies of an Irish post chaise and the unbroken garrou used for drawing these crazy vehicles. One part of his route was through a wild and mountainous district; and the Bishop being a very humane man, and considerate of his cattle, made a point of quitting his carriage at th- foot of evere hill and walking to the top. On one oc casion he had loitered to look at the ex tensive prospect, indulging in a reveriy upon its sterile appearance, and the change that agriculture might produce, and in so doing chanced to suffer his family and servants to be considerably in advance. Perceiving this, he hasten ed to make up for lost time, and was stepping out with his best speed, when a fellow leaped from behind a heap of loose stones, and accompanying the flourish of a huge club with a ferocity of tone and manner perfectly apalling. The Bishop gave the robber the silver he had loose in his pocket, hoping that it would satisfy him; but he was mistas. ken, for no sooner had the ruffian stowed it away in a capacious rent in his tatters ed garment, than with another whirl of his bludgeon, and an awful oath, he ex claimed "And is it with the- likes of thisI'm after letteng you off? a few paltry ten pennies. It's the gauld I'll have, or I'll spatter your brains. Arrah, don't stand shivering and shaken there, like a Qua ker in the ague, but lug out your purse, you devil, immediately, or I'll bate you as blue as a whetstone." His lordship most reluctantly yielded his well-filled purse, saying in tremulous accents, "-My good fellow, there it is don't ill use me-I've given you all, pray let me depart." me ~eparL" -'Fair and softly, if you please; as sure as I'm not agood fellow, I hav'ut done with you yet. I must sarce fur your note case, for I'll engage you have a few bits. of paper, psyalse at .the bank; so hand it over, or you'll soriow-to-night." It was-given up; a glance at the road. showed that all hope of assistance from his servants was unavailihg. The car riage had disappeared, but the Bishop madean instinctive movement, as though anxious to escape from further pillage. "Wait awhile, or maybe I shall get angry with you. Hand over your watch and sales, and then you may trudge? Now it happened that the Divine felt a particular regard for his watch-not so much from its being of considerable value, but because it had been presented to him by his first patron, and he ven tured to expostulate. "Surely you have taken enough: teave me my watch, and I'll forgive all you have done." "Who ax'd your forgiveness, you old varmint ? Would you trifle with my good nature ? Don't force me to do any thing I'd be sorrow for-but,; without any more bother, just give me your watch or, by all that's holy"- And he jerked the bludgeon from his right hand to his left spat on the horny palm of the former, and regrasped the formidable weapon as though seriously bent on bringing it into operation; this action was not unheeded by his victim -he drew forth the golden time-piece, and with a heavy sigh handed it to his spoiler, who, rolling chain, seals, around it, found some wider aperture in his ap parel into which he crammed it; and giv ing himself a shake to asceitain that it, had found, by its dwn gravity, a place of safety, he said "And now be off with you, and thank the blessed saints that you leave me with out a scratch on your skin, or the value of your little finger hurt." It needed no persuasion to induce the Bishop to turn his back upon the des poiler of his worldly goods, and having no weight to carry be set off at what equestrians term "a hard canter;" scarce ly, however, had be reached the middle of the precipitous read, when he perceived his persecutor runnig after him. H1i endeavored to redouble his speed.' Alas what chance hadhe in a race with one whose muscles were as strong and elastio as highly tempered steel "Stop, you nimble-footed thief of the world! roared the robber--"Stop, I tell you ! I've a parting word with you." The exhausted and defenceless clergy man, finding itimposible to continse his ht, suddenly came to a stAnd-stilL The fellow approached, and his face, instead of its former ferocity, was lit up with a whimtical roguishness of epresa sions, as ,he said "apl is it likely I'd lt yo off with a better cekton ypur bh4 (C ' t dcl ued osn Fourt Page :) ,