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FOND WORDS.
Fond ivordi from those most cherished,
How sweet, how sweet their power!!
They fecm like notes melodious
Frm Hearen's celestial bower:
Their sound still lingering erer
Around life's chequered war.
No tin: can e'er dissever--
' The j hare a hallowed rar.
How of'. m through this pathway
Of hope and chilling fears.
Fve sighed for some kind spirit,
To dry my flowing tears!
Fur when the heart seems broken,
And all U sad and lone.
One word f fondness speken.
Can foollic each mournful tone!
Then.whfre can hearts desponding
A balm or solace find?
Oh, we sfu.il find itevtr
In a sympathizing min i!
One word cf fondness spoken,
Re-kind!5 '.ore and peace
E'en constancy's blest token;
Their powjr can never erase!
Fr.m tf.e Fli? or our Union.
THE TOOK ITALIAN FOU:VnEIt.
A Lfgeiii-rv Story of Ihf Silrcry Cliicf of Limerick.
BV r.lLC0S3RtnGE.
Toor Po:, we never think of bells hu'
We are reiuin led of his chinv'S
"Kcrtpin time, time, time.
In a io:t c? r taic rliymc
To the tin'innaSulati jn that so mu äcally swells
Fro n the teils, belli, bclU?"
Theri is an enilrss them for the mind
an I ptMi in the harmony an I h'utory of
I'VlIs. Their paternity, lilicthe original
itj of the pyramids. i hid len in the dust
of tjes. while the popularity of tht-ir in
vention und applicjtioü !us suffered no
I t h ! nf r. fl j
ion by tue up.e 01 um; tney
oettc, everiasting tie to our ear-
diminution
have a po
li;st recollections, fur the homely chimt
ti( tlie village church of onr boyhood still
haunts u. in our sleeping and waking
hours; viiitin thr shipwrecked mariner
upon tlie desolate coast; tli? traveller -in
the far-oir wilderness; the soli'ir iii com
for'tless camps, and the poor prisoner in
his cell. lik. blissful furbingis biddiiii;
them, if but for a fleetinj; mom-'tit, be
innocent and happy a"ain. We often
wish that the great spirit of invention
would create some substitute for the ple
beian purposes to which bells are? now
applie'l. The huge "pot metal" a Hairs of
factories, fire-engine towers, and ambi
tious rural church-s.
"In the startled cu o (nvn :' n;?rM,
How thty rrc tm out tfie'r air. v'i:!
Too m'i-:r S'irrifiei to sf'iaii.
They a i only shriek, shr'.e't!
Out of (all manner of) time.''
Until the ear, soul, s-en-s become so
appalled at the very sound of bttls. that
the. 4,priiici'' of campanologists with the
most melodious chime tiiii side of St.
Mary's tower. Limerick, would almost
fail to arouse the appetite to such a ban
quet .as they are wont to offer the ear
mid soul of melody. But oi ihce "Lim
erick's chime" we have a story.
Centuries ago so far back into the
dim and dark vista of by-g'Mic gs, that
history becomes nearly a jst-like out
irc of primiry fact Fazino Fronti,
a poor young artizan in the small foundry
of the small villa of Mizza i"rti. toiled
and dreamed over the hobby u( his hert
the twit's fdluus of h'u fdtc a chime
of bell!
Faziuo was a bell caster; his mister
u-ai a famed founder of boll?, but the
young man's ambition soared to cast a
complete chime that should not only as
toiitsh the master of Mdzzvtort! himseit.
but reap the admiration of the world of
chimes, and win for him the dizzy height
which the mad ambition of the world so
sighk for the perdom of par txctlltntt'.
And this dream he mused for years, and
in silence and patient pride wrought his
purpose out.
U was a gala day. and the villager of
Mazza-torti. xvell dressed in their gayest
attire, were on the eve of festivity and
pleasure, and with a heart of joy and a
face of doubt and trembling, tha young
artizan sought the abode of the master
founder, and begged, as a favor, that he
would honor his abode in an obscure
and remote section of the village with
bis presence.
"Signor," said the youofc artizan. "I
have cast a bell, I wish you to hear it
chime. Holy St. Tago!" exclaimed the matter,
i3 it a mere bell thou would'st have n.e
hear? I've no time; this is not a business
day. my good lad. Let's to pleasure;
never mind thy bell; go to. amustf thyself;
let work alone for the day.'
But, siguor, mine is no common bell,
or I would not dare to aßk the master of
Masza-torti's fouudry to har it chime."
The youth is mad,' said the master
founder tu himself; but I'll humor his
imcy; hs's & good workman, and it will
cos, but a moment of my gala lima."
'Go on, Fatino. I'll hear thy bell."
j In course of a few minutes, muter and
man stood tinder the roof of the humble
bode of the young founder. Suspended
I from stout besot, some ten feet from
j the earth, Fazino had suspended a bell.
not so large, indeed, as to attract anjr
wonder from the mister founder of Mar
sttorti, but so exquisitely wrought and
polished in finish that the master threw
up his hands at the threshold of Fazino's
bode, and exclaimed:
"Ha! hal Well done, by St. Iago.well
done, boy.M
"But haar it chime, master," said Fjz
ino, jumping upon a high form and rap
ping the bell gently with an iron baton.
"Dingdingdong, ding, ding, ding,
ding.'"
The master bell-founder of Mazzi-torti
fell back amazed!
"Holy Virgin! 'tis silver!"
"0 no, master, that were not possible;
all Mazza-torti would not furnish me
metal so precious to cast my chime!"
"I were unblessed else, boy, but that
thy bell is silver; give me thy clapper
(and hitting the bell more vigorous than
his workmin, the melodious tones a;ain,
in increased rapture sm e th. air)
Ding-g-g-g-g, ia ', dm;;, ding, ding, din
gle, dingle, dingle, ding, ding-g-g g-g!"
And there stood the entranced bell
founder with his iron baton. hamraring
awiy at the almost celestial chime of his
workman, while that person, unobserved
to Ins master, disappeared and soon re
turned with a fellow-workman, bearing
another bell of the same unique work
imnship as the first, but of a much larg
er size, an 1 with despatch they s.vung it
to the beam, and the amazed mtster was
desired to try its tone. He struck the
fine bell a blow, and cried out:
"Are Marie:" He stood aghast. Did
he dream?
"Strike again, good master," said Faz
ino, as himself and twoothers brought in
yet another bell of the glorious chime,
and under the influence of his almost su-
pernatural senses. the master founder of!
AW u contillued his rap3 atl(1 rolIg
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ui nie nun uaiuii uii iiir magii; ucus, Uli I
til six of these peerless chinns werei
strung within arm reach of the grand 1
performer. j
And all the inhabitants of Mazza-torti I
flocked thither, for it was in vain that
that the distant chirrie of the old moss
covered toWer and revered bells of St.
Inz rang their paeans upon the soft air of
the Italian morn, or that the gay retinue
of festive decorations adoTfted the wonted
spot vl?efc the revellers basked in gaiety
and shade. As the multitude augmented;
the fervor of the master founder seemed
to increase. He ran out now the merry
festivf and the marriage peal, and then
the sombre arid slow chants of death pro
cession, rriiking those of the gay throng
stand in groups of solemn awe transfix
ed like statues.
Oasing. from sheer exhaustion, his
companologian labors, the master founder
threw his arms about the neck of the
workman and wept irr joy, for he was
not inclined to erivy his poor journey
mandamp his genius with wet blankets
of fdint praise, or find flaws to peck at
iu the art of his head and hands. He
wept, and in the face of the throng de
clared: "Thy sweet bells, Fazino, will make
thee glory and wealth; Mazza-torti's foun
der never cast surh bells as these, nor all
Italy before ever heard auch chimes! St.
Uro! said the master gaz ng at the bells,
"how, Fazino, hast thou found time, how
hast thou found this precious precious
mcfai to cast thy bells? 'Tis wonderful
wonderful!"'
And the old man stood off musjnly,
exclaimln: "Wonderful wonderful!"
And the live long day the throng in-
crested, coming from hill and mountain.
t.lley and plain the shepherd leaving
his flocks, the beggar his crutch, the
housewife and the servants their "du
ties," and the nobleste their 'dignity and
pride to mingle in the common audito
ry around the humble abode of Fazino
Fronti, and drink the silvery harmony
of his matchless bells. It was a great
day an advent of greater importance to
the quiet and peaceful, the secluded vil
lage of Mazza-torti, than even the great
est day in the calendar of festivities and
gala isans! The remote, obscure place
was to be great in fame's annals; the poor
artisan was to be lifted from the obscu
rity and depression of poverty and toil to
a niche of honor, glory and profit! And
the name of the humble Fazino Fronti
unknown, unhonorcd and unsung was
now in the mouths of all the theme of
tongues. The silvery chinas brought men
from afar, and the hut of Fazino became
the temple of conversazione for musical
Solois of the surrounding country. It
was apparent that the artistic formation
of these bills, though unique, was not
wonderful; but their rich tone indicated
such purity of metal, as none other than
silver could accord; and this fact not only
begat much inquiry, but many doubts and
suspicions of the mode and manner by
which these charmed bell came so un-
hearldfd into the world, and into the pos
session of one so humble and obscure.
But this was Fazino's secret. The
bells were there, they were his own; he
cast them, how or when, ft mattered not:
be was a bell caster. He showed them
his implements, his rude smelting fur
nace, and his temporary and laborious
means by which he did the work; the char
acter ol the m? fa I was new and wonder
ful to them. Fazino claimed it was a
grand discovery of his own, and so it
was.
The story and sublimity of thsj bells
reached theeais of a powerful monastery
conclave of monks and their nobleise pat
rons, iu the mouutaiuj of V'uto Vechita.
and at once a deputation awaited upon
the artiziu to hear his chime and leajn
his terms.
"Three thousmd piastres! Hjly Vir
gin! art mad?'
"0 no, holy father!" responded the
humble artizin; "my bells will weigh
down fifty thousand of thy good piastres
and their tone is quite as rich as the pi
astres, holy father."
But thou dost not claim iu them metal
pure as silver?"
"I do not; but let my good mister of
Mazza torti's foundry nam to thee their
price. If this will .ilUfy."
"Be it so; let Signor Girvella be call
ed," siia the holy deputation, and the
master founler came. He rendered unto
his late worknnu the reverence due ex
a l teil genius and worth, and in presence
of the churchly deputation, pronounced
the chime of Faziuo peerless, wonderful,
and thrown away at three thousand pias
tres each. Though astonished at the
sum. they were more so at the rich tone
of the bells, and so the holy men paid
down the three times three thousand pi
astres, and the bells were theirs. Fazino
j Fronti was now a rich man; his old and
gooJ mister gave up his trade to the
famed young workmin, resting upon the
fruits of long and successful toil, to ad
mire the genius aud the energy of his pro
totype. In cour;.e of a few days, arrangements
were completed to remove the chime to
its distant home in the mountains. The
nrüJTrpss of .nr.rtinn wa
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tedious, and after mdiiy wearisome relays
animals and mju, accidents and delays.
tne bells reached the deep, dark valley of
Viet0 vhita. Upon the top of the
11,5x1 "ntain. som? two leagues in the
distance, stood the monastery, whose old
old bells, harsh now and out of joint,
were ringing in their more noble and ex
pensive successors. But night threw its
darkmtntle over the deep and lonely
valley, au.l Ute caravan rested uniil the
unrrow, when their last totlsom.s march!
should complete the transportation, and
the silvery chime should be baptized in
the soft fresh air of the ancient monaste
ry on the topmost peak of Vieto Vachita.
The muletteers had unharnessed their
weary anim its, gave them provender, as
well as filled their own hungry paunches;
and now upon the. ground they deposited
their bodies for the uight, leaving a small
guard of the escort on duty during the
lonely vigils betwixt them and morning.
But to!. as if by some magical and super
natural contrivance, each bush became a
brigand! Each twig and limb a carbint
or stiletto!
"Holy St. Francis! the brigands!" cried
the guard.
"Not a word," hoarsely answered the
fierce leader of the mountain bravos, "not
a word of alarm, or your bones will be
left in the vaults of Father Fietro, on the
top of Vieto Vechita!" And passing a
round among the sleepers and the rest of
the dismayed guard, the. brigand chief
pertly plied his knotted scarf over their
nearly paralyzed limbs, urging them to
move quickly with the work he had in
view.
Soon the famed chime, under the more
expert escort of the mountain rangers,
was flying rapidly, the poor muletteers
and disarmed soldiers knew not whither.
But as dawn returned, and many miles
now ktretched out between the valley
and the captors, the brigand chief enter
tained his unwilling friends handsomely,
then directing their armes to be returned
taws means ot being quickly used again
he sent them back with a proper guide,
with his compliments to the holy fathers
and the famed founder of these rare bells.
Great was the outery, search and ex
pedition following this brigand robbery;
and for weeks and months the hills and
mountains wer scoured by armed forces
intent upon the capture and torture of the
sacrilegious robbers. But nothing more
transpired to detect the whereabouts of
the brigands or the bells. Some hi its
were thrown out that Fazino Fronti was
not altogether ignorant of the fate of his
chime, but the founder put a pall upon
these, base suspicions by contributing
freely to the support of the troops and
others who sought the robbers, and even
offered to refund the price given him by
the monks for his chime, if when found,
they declined receiving them again. But
the people talked, and they were suspi
cious, and they murmured; and Fazino
grew weary and disheartened; and he
wished it had never been his fortune to
cast the glorious chime. He wished him
self the humble workman he was before
putting his fingers on the forms of Iii
bells, and dreamed it would be a blissful
thing for him now to be by the side of
his dcid and gone master, whose remains
lay tranquilly in the little vaults Of the
little rtomstery of St." Inez. Fa zi no's
business grew dull; the wheTof hi3 for
tune was reversed, and all he did now
seemed unpro3perous.
Faztno Fronti's wedding, in ernhn o.
was indefinitely postponed, and thr black
eyed maiden of his choice went to hr
grive in her purposed bridal robes. Xlsian I'M e darned if the little hrits didn't
ff.il tv l r , rt ff A in r"i Ilntd ff f rtt a I turn it i, 4 4WKa nl.f Inmi aav nf 'a
grew old, not from mere lapse of time,
but from withered hopes and tainted rep
utation, and a few brief years mi l the
once famed and fortunate founder of Mtz-za-torti
a penniles wanderer!
Faziuo Fronti went to Spain, and in
the ancient metropolis of Midrid, he
on:e more esayeJ by his art and perse
verance to rebuild his fortunes; but the
star of his destiny was fixed, unpropi
tious; and at length age began to decay
his vital powers, and the prematurely old
man sighed to die, if not where his glo
riou3chim'i could be heard, at lea? t where
their maiden reverberation.? once smote
! the air
With view of returning once
more to his home, he set out in a vessel
from Spain, and was. by means of a luri
ous hurricane, blown off to the distant
seas, and finally rescued, with his follow
passsngers and the miriners, hy an Irish
vessel, boun I to Limerick.
It was upon the early morn of a lovely
day, when the vessel dropped anchor in
view of the still and lovely city. Fazo-
ui Fronti, the poor old withered in in.
had a presentiment that he must die at
otice, if not put on the calm, quiet shore;
and to gratify the poor old Italian, whose
hours, indeed, seemed to the captain
numbered, he s?.i him iu a small boat.
with two sailors, to the quay of the har
bor. Faziuo sat quietly musing in the
stern of the little boat; the peals of the
little boat; the peals of many bells mote
upon the ear, and at length another a
chime rang out clear, mathlees, beauti
full The old man sat bolt upright, his
eyes glistened with a fresh and brilliant
fervency; he bagged the seamen to paitse
upon their oars; the bells, noble bells.
now pealed loud and thrilVinj above all
the rest, and the old man ctasell his bony
fingers, and casting crie look upward, ke
exclaimed
"My bells, my bells! t hear my bells
once more! God, I thank thee, I thank "
lie was dead; the poor fated found-r of
the charmed bells ceasad to live! Upon
the music of hli glorious chime, the soul
of Fazino Fronti floated to heaven.
How or wnen these bells' reached Lim-!
erick, and were hung in St. M try's tower,
hestory does not inform us. It is sup
posed that this rare tone is mostly com-
posed of silver, buried treasure found by!
the poor young artizan, and secretly
smelted and moulded into this wonderful
and harmonious Limerick chime.
Danger ot JCIectionccria?.
The New Orleans Hicayune rejoicing
in the possession of a live Yankee as a
correspondent, who, having wandered as
far South as Louisiana peddling notions,
had settled down somewhere in the State,
and there concluded to run for Congress,
The following extract of a letter to the
Editor of the Picayune, describing one of
his electioneering tours, is a specimen of
the luck he had in that delightful busi
ness.
"Well. I put up with a first rate. good
natured feller that I met at a billiard ta
ble, I went in and was introduced to
his wife, a fine, fat woman, who looked
as though she lived on laffin; her face was j
sua wa a u u illkCl a wuucaiiri Tf C 4
talked about my gal, und about the weath
er, and so on in came three or four
children, laffin and skippin as nurry as
crickets. There warn't uo candle lit, but
I could see they were Sue looking fellows;
and I started for my saddle-bags, in which
I put a lot of sugar candy for the chil
dren as I went along. 'Come here,' said
I, 'you little rogue, come along here, and
tell me what your name is;' the oldest
then came up to me, and said he,
'My name is Fter Smith, sir."
"And what's your name, sir?" said I.
"Bob Smith, sir."
The next said his name was Bill Smith
and the fourth said his name was Tommy
Smith. Well I gave 'em sugar candy,
and old Miss Smith was so tickled that
that she laughed all the time; Mr. Smith
looked on, but didn't Fay much. "Why,"
says I, 'rMiss Smith, I wouldn't take a
good deal for them four boys, if I had 'em,
they a'e so' beautiful and sprightly."
"No," said she, laffin, "I set a good
deal of store by 'era, but we spoil 'em
too much."
"Oh no," said I, "they're ra'al well
behaved children, aud by gracious,' said
I, pretending to be startled by a sudden
idea of a striking resemb'ence between
them boys and their father, and I looked
at Mr. Smith. "I never did see anything
equal to it," says I, "your eyes, mouth,
forehead, a perfect picture of you, rir,"
says I. tapping the oldest on the pate. I
thought Miss Smith would have died laf
fin at that; hsr bead fell back, nui idic
shook the whole house laffin.
D you think so, Co1. Jcit's?" siys
she. an I sin -looked towards Mr. Smith,
and I thought she'd go off in 1 fit.
Ys," saivs I. "I do really think so."
"Hi. hi. hi how?" say s Mr. Smith.
kinder half lafiin, '-you're too hard on me
j with your jokes.
I "I ain't jokin at all, they're hanusum
i ohilciren and thev do look tfonderfullv
like you."
"Just then n gal brought in a liht,
um wj ut ii.uianuco,riri i unv vt cui.jnuu ijuieinr&s. i sii uown to luiorm you
and their hair was as curly as the blackest ' of the dreadful bustle and confusion we;
niggers. Kir. and Mrs. Smith nver had; are all in from these bloodthirsty rebels,
any children, and thry sorter of petted i rnon of whom am (thank Go I!) killed
them little niggers - a? play t f ! 2 i. I ' and dip-rs"d. We are in a prety mecs.
n?ver felt so streaked as I did vhn I se'd I run got nothing to eat ncr wine to drinU
how things stoo l. If I hadn't kissed the j except whiskey; an.l when we rit down
nasty things I could a got over it; but J to dinner wc are obliged to keep both
kissing on 'em showed that I wis in aim- j hands armed. Whilst I write this I hold
est, (though I was sof-soaped 'em all the a sword iu each hand and a nutoi in the
tim..) how to gt out of the scripe I other.
didn't know. Mrs. Smith laflvd so hard ;
wrien she saw how I was contused that
sha almost sulfocated. A little while
i afterwards there was a whole familv of
family oft
relations arrived there from the
city,5anl
tnrn.-l tilt mitlAr r(T- lint nart m.r ni rxr
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I could see Mr. Smith did not like the
remembrance of what I said, and I don't
believe he'll vote for me when the eleC'
tion comes on. I expect Mis? Smith
kept the old fellow nnder that joke for
somi time.
A Good One.
Some one mentioned to us the othr
j day, remarks the Kni-kerbocker, the cir-
cumstances of a fat. querulous fellow,
who was driven from a stage coach by
by passengers who he had annoyed with
his growlings and complaints.
A cigar was lighted, when, at a pre -
concerted moment, one of the passengers
exclaimed
"For .heaven' sake, put out that fire!
I have four ponnd. of gunpowder in ir.y
overcoat parket!"
"Driver! driver! kto? -sfop -ricd the
victim of this gunpowder-plot, -Lnt
me out! let me out! there is a mm here
with powder iu his pocket-, aud he'll
blow us to the !"
The complainant got outiu no small
hurry; and the passengers thenceforth
pursued their way, undisturbed by his
farther annayauce.
This anecdote reminds us cf an occur
rence which once took place at the long
and picturesqus bridge over Ciyuga lake,
that middle western barrier, from which
success or defeat, iu time of political ex-
citem?nt, i.5 now predicted
A wag from Syracuse, who, with some
half dozen friends, had been disporting
at the pleasant and flourishing village of
Seneca Falls, determined on approaching
the toll gate in a eleigh, one ctormy night,
to run the bridge.
"Lie down, boys," said ho, "and when
we get under the gate, groan a little and
tremble, but don't over do it. Here get
under these horse blankets."
Mhey did so, and when the sleioh came
under the picket draw of the bridge they
b?g!n to moan, an I sluke, 30 that ' it
was piteous to sie and even t har.
"I have nathing less than this ten dol-!
ler bill," said our wag, binding the gatejsponded the boy, 'I am going todive
keeper a bank note; "but for heaven's
; sake, change it quick! I have three friends
i in the sleigh, who are almost dead with
the sm'ill pox, and I'm "
Ilrtt-n n.l " cji.I llio turrl f5tt-l n)lo!.-on.
hatl(1;nr uL bill, -drive nn Jv
D 1 I J
next time!"
Above, the whisleliug of the snow la-
,ak aßtl lhe trampI;lg of lhc horses. feet
do the bridge, -the gatekeeper heard the
loud laugh of the wags, proclaiming that
he had been -'taken in aud done for."
THRICE TO THINK. .
A Frenchman whose wife was about to
preseut him with the fond appellation of!
'father, returned to wait the happy mo-j
ment; and with 6ome friends to drink
long life and a noble, to the first born.
The punch bowl scattered its bewitching
fumes most prodically around the compa
ny and anxiety was manifested by oil,
when in ran.BäUy Lightfoot. exclaiming:
Joy. joy, sir! I give you joy.
Vat is he, Betty, vat is In?
A fine boy, sir.
Health to the young Marquis! exclaim
ed one and bumper went round.
Betty raised the glass to her lips, when
in rushed the nurse;
Joy, joy, sir, I give you joy!
Vat vat is dc matter?
A fine girl, sir!
Bettv. said the Frenchman lookiurri
stem, vat for you say 110 true?
Oh. said the nurse, a boy first and a
girl afterwards.
Vat two vori boy von 'fille?'
Two, sir, added the dame, and bwing it
off, when in popped another
Sacre!' exclaimed the Frenchm m. vat
more joy?
' Another fine boy, sir!
Vat the diable--von girl ran boy
von 'garcon tree times! . Mon Die.u". ex
claimed the poor Frenchman. 'By gar,
it will never do. 1 muit go mid put a
ttop to thic'.' - -
A LETTER WORTH READING, r
We, will back the following piece of
composition against any thing ever pro
ducrd. It was written half a century
0E,o by Sir E.oyel Roach, a member of the
Irish lrli iment. in the "troubled times
of 'OS," when a handful of Wrxford men
j struck leffof into the hearts of many
t v lllant sons of Mar? & wpII so
j worthy writer himself. It was addressed.
j to a fiien l in London
; "My der Sir Having now a little eas
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j'-i xn o?r.t:irjin? tüat
Ilia would u. ilie cnl of it. and see f
! was right, for it is not half over vet.
At present there is such poin? on that
At present there is such going on th
everything is at e stand still. I should
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have answered yoUr letter a fortnight ago
but did not receive it until this mor-
uing. Indeed scarcely a mail arrives
safe without being robbed. No longer
ago than yesterday, the coach with the
mails from Dublin was robbed near this
town; the bas that had bacu judiciously
left behind for fear of accident, and by
god luck there was nobody in it but
two outride passrners, who had nothing
for the th'ieves to take. Last Thursdav
notice va iven that a gang of rebelj
was Jidvarfcini; here under the French
standard, tut thy had no collors or atiy
dunH cx-.Tpt btgpipes. Immediately,
1 every man i:: the place, including women
j andchiidrn ran to m?et them. We soon
found our fjree much too little; we
j were too riear to think of retreating.
j Jvatb wis iu every face, but to it wc
i wnr, and by the time half our little party
j was killo 1, we began to b? alive again,
ForniitiM ly the rebels had noguns except
i pistols and pikes, and as we had plenty
oi muskets and amunition, we put them
all to the sword. Not a soul of them es--cape
I except them that were drowned
in an adjiceut bog; and in very sliort
tin?; nothing was to bj hear! but ?i
leuce. The:.- uniforms were all of different
colors, but mostly green. After ihn
action we went to rummage a sort of
camp, which they !ft behind them.
All we found was a few pikes without
heads, a parole of empty bottels full of
water, and a bundle of French commiss
ions filled wich Irish names. Troops
are now stationed all around the country
which exactly squares with my ideas.
I have only time to add that I am in great
haste.
1. S. If you t!o not receive this, of
course it must have miscarried therefore
I beg you to write and let ms know.
WiiCii iv:i;hbor Jones went into du
ne r the olher day, h 2 fouud one of his
apprentices in the kitchen, quietly rol-
! ling up his sleeves. Vhat are you go-
ing to do?' said Jones. 'Oh, quietlv re-
dowu into the potto see if I canfiud the
bean that soup was made from!'
03" About a month previous to the"
election of Gen. Tylor, a mathemat
ical pattczan taking the letters of the
Alphabet at the value resulting from
their places thus: A 1, B 2, ccc, found
that letters coinposiug the name 'Zach-
ary Taylor,'" made a total value of 173,
when he concluded that the General
would recieve that number of electoral
votes, and curiously enough, the result
proved his conclusion correct.
Now let us see what "fizu res will do
for the creit Mijvar Proceeding a
above, wc find the value of the letters
composing 'Louis Kossuth, ie ISf.
Now trv 'It'iler uf Hungary,' anl lo! thev
also give us a total of 16! Now
the word 'muit and will succeed, at
taching no v i!ue to t!ic clnra-tcr, and a
it is not a letter of the alphabet, and
3 gii) wc hive th; nuj;ic number ISO!
whence we will conclu I3. nothing; but
trusting th? well known reputation, of
figures as tr i'.h oiler?. hp-i that they
have, thus comoin.'J
V. Tiuiüi.
to decitve Uf. N.
"Ja';:. i. yv!r i' ter a goDl farmer?''
O, ys ftts nte firm?.- he nukes two
ctops in on-: year."
"How is that, JA-?"
"Wny, ! s;-il all ria hay m de UU
I and make m u:y once len in the sptin
he olls de hide o! de cattle dat die foi
j want ob hay, and make money twice!"
j " '
j CCT A you.15 gentleman who Utta
I marritd a little undersized beauty.
Uli would hi y .been taller, but 6be i
nude of tUvh preciaos materials, that
nature could not affoid it. - Hjw full c!
sugar the hooj moon cakes xay don't
it! . A year fro-n now ha'll - bajRwearUj
aboul tha house because "his' d fool of
a wif''hai ben .'leaning the cv jVoVs
wi'.h hi fli-r'" '.vasih",
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