Crawfordsville Review, Crawfordsville, Montgomery County, 7 March 1857 — Page 1

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THE tlTTLE MAID I LOST L05C AGO

'j. There'* a little field that looks. Down the bin© Long Island Son«u', Full of hazel-sheltered nooks

That with violets •bound And in its deepest shade, "1*- Where tb« wild-flowers thickest grow

Uestbe darling little Maid That I lost so long ago.

fifca vis like some pretty star i- As 'tis twinkling into life, i-. ..j^rr-Aod though I was elder far,

Jsf,-ri Still she vowed to bo my wife ., -And if Time upon my head 6bed his silent flakes of snow,

Love could melt it off, she said-la But I lost her long ago! :,

Her grave Is very small,

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& a he Tet'twas wide enough for all ••••!. 6 I beld deareet, next to God I

Oh! to think she could be laid In that tiny spot below, Th« darling little Maid

That I loved so long agot

.With my arm across the mound, t' And my cheek against the turf. Do I listen to the sound

Of the ever-rolling surf And Itawmi as if it said— Somewhat softonod by my woe— "Ton will find tho little Maid

That yon lost so long ago!

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19" We find tho following touching lines entitled the "Knight and Maiden," in. one of our exchanges: ,: "Can'st thou love me, gentle stronger

Blushing liko a rofe alio stood

*, And tho Knight at onco admitted That he "rather thought ho could."

SW~ A gay young man in Pittsburgh entered one of the "fashionable churches" in that city, last Sunday, with a lady on his arm, and after gracefully laying his overcoat over the back of his seat, sat down.— Suddenly, however, the congregation was startled by a most outrageous rackct, and lo! from tho pockctof the young man's overcoat had rolled a torrent of bullets and caps, followed by a silver mounted pistol. Tho owner of the coat was observed to be very red in the face.

A SPUNKY AME.'MCA GIRL. According to a Buflalo paper, some two or three weeks ago several deserters from the British troops stationed at Kingston, Canada, made their way across Wolf Island and the St. Lawrence to the United States. Some of them were badly frozen on the way, and were taken aiul eared for by Mr. Pluchcs, on Carlton Island, within the jurisdiction of the United States. On the 29th January, a British officcr, with a tile of men, came upon the Island and endeavored to capture them. Mr. .Pluchcs with one of his men was absent. Another man was chopping wood at the door, and Mrs. Pluchcs and two daughters were in the house. The women sent the man for Mr. Pluchcs, and soon afterwards the officcr ordered the deserters to be brought out,— Five soldiers rushed iuto the house, but the others were prevented from entering by the eldest daughter, who dashed the fifth man back as he entered, and he rolled upon the ground outside. She then closed the door and locked it, and taking her position before it, declared that it the four who were left inside took the deserters out, they would have to pass over her dead body. By this timo Mr. Pluchcs and his men were seen returning, and the officer out doors called for his men to come out and run.— Tho thing was easier said than done, however, as the girl maintained her spot, and it was only on a promise being given by them to rcspect the laws of the United States in future, that the imprisoned soldiers were released, and with their officer allowed to beat a retreat.

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ty-five years ago, there resided in the town of II., a certain Dr. T., who became very much enamored of a beautiful young lady who resided in the same town. In due coursc of time, they were engaged to be married. The doctor was a strong and decided Presbyterian, his lady love was a strong and decided Baptist. They were sitting together one evening, talking of their approaching nuptials, when the doctor remarked: "I am thinking, my dear, of two events, which I shall number among the happiest of my life." "And pray what may they be, doctor?" remarked the lady. "One is the hour when I shall call you wife for the first time." "And tho other?" "It is when we shall present our first born for baptism." "What, to be sprinkled?" "Yes my dear, sprinkled." "Never shall a child of mine be sprinkled." "Every child of uiine shall be sprinkled!" -Y "They shall be, ha?" "Yes, my love." "Well, sir, I can tell you then, that your babies won't be my babies. So, good night, sir."

The lady left the room, and the doctor left the house. The sequel to this true stowas, that the doctor never married, and lady is an old maid.

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SUSPENSION BRIDGE FROM NEW YORK TO BROOKLYN.—One of our exchanges says: "Mr. John A. Roebling, of Trenton, who constructed the Niagara suspension bridge •nd is now building a similar bridge over the Ohio, from Cincinnati to Covington, sug. gests the construction of a suspension feridge from Brooklyn to New York city, wtieh shall be 200 feet high in the center, so to allow the passage of the tallest vessels under it. Over the bridge two railroad tracks to be laid, upon which paasen-

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trains are to run every five minutes, trains to be drawn over by means of Wire ropes, passed oyer machinery, to be moved by stationary. sleamrengines at each end of the bridge.

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nan at each ena, 300feetin highth, to sustain wire eables, to which the tracks are to be attached. The estimated eoit of the wV will be two millions of dollars, which, .jt'Uealcttlated, will yeld a net income of very handsome profit."

••-The man who "couldn't stand it any hastaken seat, and feels better.

JOHN TAYLOR,

THE TIMON OF THE BACKWOOD3, BAR, AND PULPIT.

BT CHARLES SUMMER FIELD.

I can never forget my first vision of John Taylor. It was in the court-house at Lewisburg, Conway County, Arkansas, in the summer of 1838. ..

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The occasion itself possessed terrible interest. A vast concourse of spectators had assembled to witness the trial of a young and beautiful girl, on an indictment for murder. The judge waited at the moment for the sheriff to bring in his prisoner, and the eyes of the impatient multitude all centered on the door, when suddenly a stranger entered, whose appearance riveted universal attention.

Here is his portrait—a figure tall, lean, sinewy, and straight as an arrow a face sallow, billious, and twitching incessantly with nervous irritability a brow broad, soaring, massive, seamed with wrinkles, but not from age, for he was scarcely forty eyes reddish yellow, like the wrathful eagle, as bright and piercing and finally, a mouth with lips of cast-iron—thin, curled, cold and sneering, the intense expression of which looked the living embodiment of an unbreathed curse. He was habited in a suit of new buck-skin, ornamented after the fashion of the Indian costume, with hues of every color of the rainbow.

Elbowing his way slowly through the crowd, and apparently unconscious that he was regarded as a phenomenon, needing explanation, this singular being advanced, and, with the haughty air of a king ascending the throne, seated himself within the bar, thronged as it was with the disciples of Coke and Blackstone several of whom, it was known, estpemcd themselves as far superior to those old and famous masters.

The contrast between the outlandish garb and disdainful countenance of the stranger excited, especially, the risibility of the lawyers, and the junior members began a suppressed titter, which grew louder,, and soon swept around the circle.

They doubtless supposed the intruder to be some wild hunter of the mountains, who had never before seen the interior of a hall of justice. Instantly the cause and object of the laughter perceived it, turned his head gradually, so as to give, each laugher a look, his lips curled with a kindling smile of infinite scorn his tongue protruding through his teeth, literally writhed like a serpent, and ejaculated its sap-like poison in a single word: "Savages!"

No pen can describe the defiant force which he threw into that term no pencil can paint the infernal furore of his utterance, although it hardly exceeded a whisper. Bnt he accented every letter as if it were a separate emission of fire that scorched his quivering lips laying horrible emphasis on S, both at the beginning and end of the word: "Savages!"

It was the growl of the red tiger in the hiss of the rattle-snake. "Savages/"

The general glare, however, was immediately diverted by the advent of the fair prisoner, who then came in, surrounded by her guard. The apparition was enough to drive a saint mad. For hcr's was a style of beauty to bewilder the tamest imagination, and melt the coldest heart, leaving in both imagination and heart a gleaming picture, enameled in fire and fixed in a frame of gold from the stars. It was the spell of an enchantment to be felt as well as seen. You might feel it in the flash of her countenance, clear as a sunbeam, brilliant as the iris in the contour of her features, symmetrical as if cut by the chisel of an artist in her hair of rich auburn ringlets, flowing without a braid, softer than silk, finer than gossamer in the eyes, blue as the heaven of a southern summer, large, liquid, beamy in her motions, graceful, swimming, like the gentle waftures of a bird's wing in the sunny air in the figure, slight, etherial, sylph's or a seraph's and more "than all, in the everlasting smile of the rosy lips, so arched, so serene, so like starlight, and yet possessing the power of magic or of magnetism to thrill the beholder's heart.

As the unfortunate girl, so tastefully dressed, so incomparable as to personal charms, calm and smiling, took her place before the bar of her judge, a murmur of admiration rose from the multitude, which the prompt interposition of the court, by a stern order of "silence," could scarcely repress from swelling to a deafening cheer.

The judge turned to the prisoner: "Emma Miner, the court has been informed that your counsel, Colonel Linton, is sick. Have you employed any other

She answered in a voice as sweet as the warble of the nightingale, and as clear as the song of the skylark:

"My enemies have bribed all the lawyers, even my own, to be sick but God wiU defend the innoeont!"

At this response, so touching in its simple pathos, a portion of the auditors Jbussed applause, and the rest wept.

On the instant, however, the stranger, whose appearance had preyioasily excited sash merriment, started to his feet, ap* proached the prisoner and whispered some*

thing in her ear. She bounded six inches from the floor, uttered a piercing shriek, and then stood trembling as if in the presence of a ghost from eternity while the singular being, who had caused her unaccountable emotion, addressed the court in his sharp ringing voice, sonorous as the sound of bell-metal. "May it please your honor, I will assume the task of defending the lady." "What!" exclaimed the astonished judge, "are you a licensed attorney? "The question is irrevalent and imm&lerial," replied the stranger, with a venomous sneer, "as the recent statute entitles any person to act as counsel at the request of a party."

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"But does the prisoner request it quired.the judge. Let her speak for herself," replied the stranger. 'I do," was the answer, as a long-driawn sigh escaped, that seemed to rend her very heart-strings.

The case immediately progressed and as it had a tinge of romantic mystery we will epitomise the substance of the evidence.

About twelve months before, the defendant had arrived in the village, and opened an establishment of millinery. Residing in a room connected with her shopS"and all alone, she prepared the articles of her trade with unwearied labor and consummate taste. Her habits were secluded, modest and retiring, and hence she might have hoped to avoid notoriety, but for the perilous gift of that extraordinary beauty, which too often and to the poor and friendless always proves a curse. She was soon sought after by all those fire-flies of fashion, the profession of whose life, everywhere, is seduction and ruin. But the beautiful stranger rejected them all with unutterable scorn and loathing. Among these rejected admirers was one of a character from which the fair milliner had everything to fear. Hiram Shore belonged to a family, at once opulent, influential and dissipated. He was himself licentious, brave and ferociously revengeful the most famous duelist of the Southwest.

It was generally known that he had made advances to win the favor of the lovely Emma, and had shared the fate of all other wooers—a disdainful repulse.

At 9 o'clock on Christmas night, 1837, the people of Lewisburg were startled by a loud scream, as of one in mortal terror while following that, with scarcely an interval, came successive reports of fire-arms. They flew to the shop of the milliner, whence the sounds proceeded, pushed back the unfastened door, and a scene of horror was presented. There she stood in the center of the room, with a revolver in each hand, every barrel discharged, her features pale, her eyes flashing wildly, but her lips parted with a fearful smile. And there at her feet, weltering in his warm blood, his bosom literally riddled with bullets, lay the alldreaded duelist, Hiram Shore, gasping in his last agony. He articulated but a single sentence: "Tell my mother that I am dead and gone to hell!" and instantly expired.

In the name of God, who did this?" cxclaimcd the appalled spectators. 'I did it," said the beautiful milliner "I did it to save my honor!"

As may readily be imagined, the deed causcd an intense sensation. Public opinhowevcr, was divided. The poorer classes crediting the girl's version of the facts, lauded her in terms of measureless eulogy. But the friends of the deceased, and of his wealthy family, gave a different and a darker coloring to the affair, and de nounccd the lovely homicide as an atrocious criminal. Unfortunately for her, the officers of the law, especially the judge and sheriff, were devoted comrades of the slain, and displayed their feelings in a revolting partiality. The judge committed her without the privilege of bail, and the sheriff chained her in the felons' dungeon.

Such is a brief abstract of all the circumstances developed in the examination of witnesses. The testimony closed and the pleading began.

First of all, three advocates spoke in succession for the prosecution but neither their names nor their arguments are worth preserving. Orators of the blood and thunder genus, they about equally partitioned their howling eloquence betwixt the prisoner and her leather-robed counsel, as if in doubt who of the twain was then on trial.

As for the stranger, he seemed to pay not the slightest attention to the opponents, but remained motionless, with his forehead bowed on his hands, like one buried in deep thought or slumber.'

At the proper time, however, he suddenly sprang to his feet, crossed the bar, and took hiB place almost touching the jury.— He then commenced in a whisper, but it was a whisper so mild, so clear, so unutterably ringing and distinct, as to fill the ball from door to galleries. At the outset he dealt in pure logic, separating and combining the proved facts, till die whole mass of composed evidence looked transparent as a globe of glass, through which the innocence of the client shone, brilliant as a sunbeam and the jurors nodded to each other signs.off thorough conviction that thrilling whisper and fixed concentration, and tfie language, simple? asa ohild's,.had convinced ail.

CRAWFORDSYILLE, MONTGOMERY COUNTY INDIANA,' MARCH 7, 1857:

He then changed his posture, so as to sweep the bar with his glance, and began to tear and rend his legal adversaries.'— His sallow face glowed as a heated furnace his eyes resembled living, coals, and his voice became the clangor of a trumpet, have never, before or since, listened to such murderous denunciations.. ., It was like Jove's eagle charging a flock of crows it was like Jove himself hurling red-hot thunderbolts among the quaking ranks of a conspiracy of inferior gods! And yet, in the highest temper of his fury, he seemed calm he employed no gesture sate oner—the flash of a long, bony forefinger direct in the eyes of his foes. He painted tBeir venality and unmanly meanness, in coalescing for money to hunt down a poor friendless woman, till a shout of stifled rage arose from the multitude, and even some of the jury cried —"Shame."

He changed his theme opce more. His voice grew mournful as a funeral song, and his eyes filled with tears, as he traced a vivid picture of man's cruelties and woman's wrongs, with particular illustrations in the case of his client, till one-half the audience wept like children. But it was in the peroration that he reached his zenith, at once, of terror and sublimity. His features were livid as those of a corpse his very hair seemed to stand on end his nerves shook as with palsy he tossed his hands wildly toward heaven, each finger stretched apart and quivering like the flame of a candle, as he closed with the last words of the deceased Hiram Shore—"Tell my mother that I am dead and gone to hell!" His emphasis on the word HELL embodied the acme and ideal of all horror it was that wail of immeasurable despair. No language can depict the effect on us who heard

Men groaned, females screamed, and one poor mother fainted and was borne away in convulsions.

The whole speech occupied but an hour. The jury rendered a verdict of "not guilty," without leaving the box, and three cheers, like successive roars of an earthquake, shook the old court-house from dome to corner-stone, testifying the joy of the people.

After the adjournment, which occurred near sunset, the triumphant advocate arose and gave an appointment: I will preach in this hall to-night at eight o'clock." He then glided off through th« crowd, speaking to no one, though many attempted to draw him into a conversation.

At 8 o'clock the court-house was again thronged, and the stranger, according to promise, delivered his sermon. It evinced the same attributes as his previous eloquence of the bar the same burning vehemence and increased bitterness of denunciation. Indeed, misanthropy revealed itself as the prominent emotion. The discourse was a tirade against infidels, in which the preacher seemed to include everybody but himself it was a picture of hell such as Lucifer might have drawn, with a world in flames for his pencil. But one paragraph pointed to heaven, and that only demonstrated the utter impossibility that any human being should ever get there

86T"'Quite an affair occured this morning at one of the principal hotels. The wife of a member of Congress who had been sent for to attend the Inauguration, arrived on the early morning train—a day or two before she was expected. At her request she was immediately shown up to her husband's room, the door of which, it seems, had accidentally been left unlocked. Discovering this to be the case on knocking and turning the knob, she went in. The bed in the room was untumbled, but she recognized the doffed garments of her husband laying about the room. Seeing a door ajar connecting with the next room, she thought that his dormatory must be in there, and so she pushed her explorations accordingly. The consequence was that she found herself in a lady's bedroom, and her slumbeing husband unconsciously sharing the "virtuous couch" of his fair neighbor. Her rustling presence aroused the guilty sleepers, but with out giving them time to recover from their confusion, she retired to the office and ordered her baggage and herself back to the depot. It is understood that a reconciliation has been effected, the husband having.persuaded the wife that he was acting under imperative mcdical advice."—Washington JJnion.

THE NEGRO AT HOME.

The reader of a very interesting paper in Putnam's Monthly, a few months back, on The Negro in Africa, will be quite prepared for the statements of an officer of the United States Navy, the son of a distinguished Senator from one of the New England States, stationed upon the African coast, made in a letter which has been published. He has closely, and for a considerable length of time, observed the negro at iunne, and he writes that if Charles Sumner or John P. Hale, or any man else, who wishes or is willing to be permanently cured of his mock philanthropy and sickly sentimentality in regard to the universal negro race, he has only to take a six. months' cruise on the coast of Africa. If that, our naval officer declares, will not cure him, and convince him that his sympathy for three and a half millions of the happiest negres upon the earth, is misplaced, then he is past hope and past cure. We quote farther: "As I live, I do not beKeve theft? is one negro in one thousand upon the1 coast of j&ica, who is as w4H off morally, physicillji or socially, as the wont abused slave Wfti 'l&niWd States. Slavery hire -ifc sla­

very indeed, and of the most horrible kind. Cruelty practiced here by black slave owners is heart-rending to witness. Some chiefs (black) own thousands—they sell, torture, or kill them, at pleasure. Ninetynine of every hundred negroes, slaves or free, even in towns, would gladly exchange their condition with the meanest, most illtreated slave in the Union.

It is impossible to picture the miserable, condition of the native African upon his own soil. Civilization* or even partial culture, with the mass of natives, is an idea so perfectly absurd, that it docs not admit of a thought. With the combined efforts of a million competent, honest, industrious persevering philanthropists, with millions of money yearly expended to the best possible advantage, for a million of years, would not develope one hundred native Africans who would be of any account to the world at large. So much for the 'niggers.' Having seen our negroes at home in our Southern States, and having seen them here, I regard the 'institution' as it exists there, as a benign, nay, a heavenly institu tion, and our Southern brethren deserve the thanks of the whole Christian world for having ameliorated, in such striking contrast with their brethren here, three and a half millions of negroes. You may imagine that, although never a Democrat, I pray for the election of Mr. Buchanan, and mainly because upon this negro question the Democratic party is right."

The facts here stated accord with those of the writer for PUTNAM, who has not only visited the African coast, but made extensive explorations of the interior. Whatever may be the impressions of sensible peopleas to the abstract question of slavery, there is nothing more plain than that servitude in America is a choice blessing to the negro race. We do not say that it is a blessing to those of the white race who chance to be slave-holders.

HOW BRIGHAM YOUNG LIVES WITI1 1HS SIXTY WIVES. A correspondent from Salt Lake City writes: Brigham resides in a large twostory house, some fifty feet square, built in a neat style, and furnished as sumptuously as the country can afford. In this house lives with him his wife (for although he has more than sixty concubines, she alone is recognized as a wife, the others arc called 'spirituals") and her four children—two girls and two boys. She is not, however, his first wife, for when she married Brigham he was a widower with three children two girls and a boy—who arc now all married. His "spirituals," or, as they are sometimes called, "fixins," occupied small houses in the neighborhood of the gubernatorial mansion, living generally two or three in a house but Brigham found that as the population of the city increased this plan did not suit—his Jixins had too much liberty in fact, they would, as he expressed it, allow brethren to "get between their sheets." He therefore had a large establishment built adjoining his residence, containing sixty small rooms, then surrounded the whole premises with a stone wall, twenty feet in height. Into this harem he proposed to put the majority of his spirituals, make them take turns in cooking, washing, etc., and thus have them under his own immediate supervision. The females, however, with unpardonable obstinacy, refused to enter into this arrangement and although finally compelled, did so not without much grumbling and "whining." This circumstance called forth the sympathy of their sisters in misery, and the Prophet found it necessary to thunder his anathemas upon their unprotected heads. They say no the fire is smothered, not quenched. I am told by an eye-witness of the scene, that Brigham, walking down the street, a few days since, meta little boy returning from the mountain side with a few cows, which he had been herding. Struck with something in his appearance, the Prophet topped, and called out, "Here, sonny! tell me now, whose son you are." The little curly-headed urchin answered, "Ma tells me I'm brother Young's son, but you ought to know who I am." The seer knew not his own child!

WHAT A MOUMON BABY IS LIKE. The same writer says: In regard to the Mormon children, they appear like a neglected, uncared-for set, generally dirty and ill-clad. The majority of them arc girls, and this troubles the women very much, for they know that a female is doomed to slavery and a life of misery. It is also a singular fact that a large proportion of them are white-headed. These children are suffered to grow up in ignorance and vicc. Without the hallowed influence of home to restrain them, they are vicious, profane, and obscene. Some of the worst language I ever heard fell from the lips of urchins in the street but when the most profane and indecent language is heard in their Tabernacle, and all other public meetings, no one can expect any other result. The Mormons boast or exult in calling things, as they say, by their right names all parts of the human body are spoken of familiarly, in terms that would make any body but a Mormon blush, and they say it is apart of their duty, if not of their religion, to teach their children a knowledge of the "issues of life," as they term it.

THEY I1AIJ SOME OF THE PORK. The stir made by the Investigating Committee at Washington has given birth to some good stories. A member from this State, suspected of connection with the land bills, recently undertook to repel the imputations cast upon his character in presence of a large number of persons, among whom was a lawyer, who was in attendance upon the Supreme Court. said he had been more slandered and abused than any other man, but his constituents always stood by him—he had been re-elected repeatedly, and every time'by an increased majority. This he said, was the best, evidence in the world that the charges against him were unfounded and calumnious. The lawyer, Mr. R., replied that there did seem to be the best understanding between the gentleman and his constituents—that his hands were probably as clem-as theirs, and that if he had'made money,, they had no

doubt-shared it with him. The gentleman's argument, he said, rc-

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minded him of a case that was tried at Grand Bapids, Michigan, a few years ago. A man who had previously borne a rather suspicious character, was indicted for stealing a large quantity of pork. _He employed a lawyer of considerable local reputation to defend him, and although the affair had an ugly look, he was strongly in hopes of getting off clear but when the testimony" on behalf of the prosecution was concluded, his' guilt was as clear as the sun at noonday, and his Counsel was about to give up the case in despair. But the prisoner was as cool as a cucumber, and confident of acquittal. He insisted upon the defence being proceeded with. "Have you any evidence to refute this overwhelming array of testimony?" "Not a particle." "Then how the devil do you expect to get clear?" "Never you mind, Squire—go on with your speech, I shall do well enough." "I tell you this is trifling and nonsense. You acknowledge you stole the pork, and they have proved it upon you, to the entire satisfaction of every man in court. Now, what can I say?" "Make 'em a good speech, Squire, and I am safe to get off." "Impossible—there's nothing to be said?" "I hired you, and I intended to pay you but not a cent shall you have, unless ytm give the jury a talking to."

Under this inspiration the lawyer made a rambling, incoherent address to the jury, in which everything was discussed except the case under consideration. On concluding, he whispered in the prisoner's ear—"You infernal scoundrel, I ought to be sent to the State Prison myself and what you expect to gain by this strange proceeding I can't conceive." "I'll tell you when the jury comcs in."

After a charge from the Judge, in which his criminality was distinctly asserted and maintained, that intelligent part of the "palladium of our rights" retired for con sultation, and in a short time came back \yith a verdict of "Not guilty."

What in thunder docs this mean?" inquired the lawyer of his clicnt. Oh, I wanted you to make a small fuss to pull the wool over the outsiders, but 'twas sure thing from the start, for three of them jurymen had some of the j)ork

A DESPERATE DUEL.—About two years ago, a fight took place in a mountain town in Calafornia, which for desperation and reckless bravery, is worthy of record. A miner and a gambler had quarreled about some trival affair and both having become the worse for liquor, a challenge passed, and a meeting was arranged to take place within ten minutes, on the floor of the gambling saloon, without seconds, and each one to choosc his own weapons. The gambler produced a Colt,s revolver, and stepping to the place marked with a cross-chalk dcclarcd himself ready. The other took his position, offering the other the end of a silk handkerchief, and at the same time drawing from his belt a bowic knife declared himself ready, and requested a by-standcr to give the word. The spectators, panic struck at the desperation of the men, crowded back to the wall, without offering the least opposition to the murderous fight, and scarcely a whisper was heard in the house.— The combattants stood waiting for the word, looking steadily into each other's eyes, and apparently without the quivering of a nerve. The word was given, and the gambler's pistol snapped! At the same moment his antagonist struck a fearful blow at his neck, which would have served his head from his shoulders, had not some one touched his elbow and diverted the knife, which passed over the gambler's shoulder and cut a dreadful gash in his back. At this moment, the lookers on, having recovered from their suprise, sprang forward and seperatcd the men, and ended the it

Think for a moment, of the courage required for an individual, armed with a knife only, to stand during the dreadful moments after taking his position, looking into the barrel of a cocked pistol.

ONE OF THE FAMOUS 3,000. The Boston Times discloses a melancholy case of ecclesiastical demoralization. Rev. I. Kallock, who preaches in Trcmont Temple in that city, to a large congregation of believers in his exalted piety, has been caught wandering from the path of rectitude. On a recent occasion the reverend gentleman was invited to lecture at East Cambridge. lie was accompanied by a young and pretty woman who had no legal claims on his affections, and on stopping at one of the public houses in the place, he requested the proprietor to prepare for himself and wife a room, to which they retired. No invitations of the lecture committee could induce the 'divine to leave his room or his wife to partake of the hospitalities of the citizens, and so greatly did he enjoy his wife's company, that he reached the lecturc room fixty minutes behind time. The performance closed, and Mr. K. and his pretty companion returned to their room, where the Times says the divine ordered a "whisky punch" or two, paid a bill of five dollars and left. Early in the late Presidential campaign, this same divine took the stump in the State of Maine, in favor of Fremont, and he never failed to denounce the Democrats as great a set of scamps as ever lived, specially those living south of Mason & Dixon's line. The latter, he Baid, prostituted themselves and their families to the worst of infamies, and he dwelt strongly upon the iniquitous social relations that exist in the South. But those who listened to him and were influenced by his words, may now sec that they were following the advice of an arrant hypocrite, apostate and debauchee. The friends of the reverend gentleman deny that he has committed any indiscretions, but the Times dares them to an investigation, and publishes the affidavit of the proprietor of the hotel, corroborating its statement.—Burlington. Sentinel.

GREAT DEMOCRATIC GAWT.—In Jefferson county, New York, the Democrats have carried a large majority of the towns, making again of. about four thousand on the popular vote. The Watertown Union says:

Our friends may draw upon. Jefferson county fbr one thousand majority in NoVS2})'4" fit."

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THE SAILOR'S DREAM. One beautiful forenoon, I was walking the quarter deck of a fine ship running down the north-east trades. Win. Thornton, an old weather-beaten sailor was at the wheel, and I

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humming the air of "Blackeycd Susan,' when my back was towards him." He was an excellent helmsman, and kept the snip to her course true as the needle to the pole. Although it is still, as it was then, contrary to rule, to enter into conversation with.tho man at the wheel, yet observing William smile, and raise his hat upon "mine hairs, I asked him sympatheticallyi "What .are you thinking about, William?" "About my sweetheart, sir." "Arc you going to get married again when you return "I was never married, air, nor never will be, if I should live a thousand years, yet I have a sweetheart. It's just 40 years this day since I saw her, and I never saw heT but once. But what interest can you have in an old salt's silly love dreams 7" Go ahead, William, tell mo about this sweetheart. I'm in love myself, and can sympathise with you." "Well, sir," it is just 40 years this day since I strolled into one of the big churches in Broadway, and was invited to a seat in a grand pew by an elderly gentleman. There were two young ladies with him. One of them, the moment our eyes met, said, as plainly as eyes could speak, "I'm glad to see you again." I was sure I had seen her before, I felt that we were old playmates, but for the soul of me I could not tell whero. I could hardly take my eyes off her, she looked so good. When the. services commenced she put a prayer-book in my haud and pointed to the 'lesson for the day,' but I looked more at her than I did at the lesson. I was young then, sir, and good looking, too, and had as much self-conceit as most young men, but the more 1 looked at that sweet girl the less I thought of myself. When the services were over 1 followed her to the door of the carriage, and could not help saying, as the gentleman handed her in, 'God bless you, my sweet angel,' and, to my surprise, instead of being offended, she replied, 'Thank you, sir, and may He bless you too.' The gentleman raised his hat to me and smiled. 'Good-bye, Jack,' he said, 'good luck to you.' It was tho voicc of a sailor he was, no doubt, a retired sea captain. Both the ladies, though I had neglected one entirety, bowed to mo out of the carriage window. In a momont they were gone, and I never saw them from that day to this, yet, from that day to this, I have truly loved that sweet girl." "Did you never try to find who she was?" I inquired. "No, sir what was the use? I felt myself a poor, ignorant sailor, hardly able to write my own name and 1 was not silly enough to think that such a lovely girl would care anything about inc. Thinking about her took all thc^self-conccit out of inc." "But you said you thought you had seen her before how was that?" "It was only a dream, sir. I never saw her before. Now, as I'm growing old, I have been thinking seriously about trying (o be good, that I may meet her in Heaven. Kvcry Sunday for forty years, has the sceno in that church been before me, and every time I think upon my sweet girl, she looks more lovely than before. I could never thinkof marrying, with her image ever present in my mind. Do you think, sir, it is possible for an old sinner liko mo to be good enough to go to Heaven?" ...

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"Why not, William "I'll tell you why. About eight yearn ago I left the sea, for then I dreamed that I saw my dear angel go to Heaven, and tried to be good. I worked along shore with niggers and stevedores, and had over two thousand dollars that I saved, so I got along very comfortably. I joined a church, and thought I had got religion, when a rascally deacon cheated me out of fifty dollars. I was so thundering mad, that I gave the follow an awful hiding, and before he could set the law dogs on me, I was at sea agajn. I think now that I did very wrong but I'm so hard hearted, that I can't, in my soul, forgive the fellow, even to this day.

My sweet angel tells me in my dreanw that 1 must forgive him, and that if I wish to join her I must be good."

He said much more, but the above affords a glance at his inner life, and shows the purify of his soul. It must not be thought that he was a whining old fool on the contrary he was a man of dauntless courngo bold even to recklessness, and quick to resent an insult. No men are thrown moro upon their own resources for mental food than seamen. For weeks and even months sky aud water are their only companions and on long voyages, when they have watch-and-watch, their labor is very light. It is then their minds dwell upon the pleasant scenes of the past, and make the dross of earth appear divine. JJill Thornton's caso is not singular. Almost every sailor has some beauteous love-dream, and hcnco tho reason why so few of them marry. Tho idea has more charms for them than tho real.

With all their faults sailors are not bad men. As a class, in a rude way, they, love the true, the beautiful and the good, and are proverbial for their generosity. May they all go to Heaven at last.

fSy Wc have somewhere read of a traveler who stood one day beside the cages of some birds, that, exposed for sale, ruffied their sunny plumage on the wires and struggled to be free. A way-worn and sunbrowned man, like one returned from foreign lands, he looked wistfully and sadly on these captives, till tears started in his eye, and, turning round on their owner, ho asked the price of one, paid it in strango gold, and opening the cage, set tho prisoner free, and thus he did with captive alter captive, till every bird was away, soaring to the skies and singing on the wings of liberty. The crowd started and stood amazed they thought him mad, till to the question of their curiosity, he replied—-"I was once myself a captive I kaow tho sweets of liberty.

J0"A country girl writing to her friend says of tho Polka—''that tho dancing does not amount to much, but the hujging la tiavenlj:"