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AH subscript ions not clearlv limited, will he eotuidered as made for nn indefinite time, and continued till a discontinuance is ordered and all arrearages pai l. Auverlisemrnt* inserted at 76 cents per square for th? first insertion, and 87 1-2 ets. for each continued <1?<liioti<iua ?? <!< tu thine adrortislng by the year. rr Ali Communications should be addressed to the Publisher* post pnid. m ? 6:%t* k FIRST MARRIAGE. The following amusing sketch of uorn 10 good luck,'' is said lo be from the pen of the facetious Samuel Lover: Lady C. was a beautiful woman, but Lady C. was an extravagant woman. She was still single, though rather past extreme youth. Like most pretty females she had looked too high, and estimated her own i 1: * i liveliness 100 nearly, and now she refused to believe that she was not as charming as ever. So no wonder she remained unmarried. Lady C. had about five thousand pornds in the world?she owed about forty thousand pounds; so, with aH her wit and heautv, ?he cot infn Fleet, and was likely to re mail} there. Now, in the time t speak of, every lady had her head dressed by a barber, and the barber was the handsomest barber in the city of London.? Pat Philan was a great admirer of the fair-sex, and wnerc'sfwe won tier??sure Pat was an Irishman. It was one very fine morning-, when Philan was dressing her captivating head, that her ladyship took it into her mind to.talk to him, and Pat was well pleased, for Lady C.'s teeth were the wnitest, and her smile the brighte&t in all the world. 4-*So you are not married yet, Pat,11 says she. 7 "t an incn, yer Honor s ladyship," says he. "And woujkiivt ye like to be married," again asks she. "Would a duck swim?" "Is there any one you'd prefer?" "Maybe madam," soys he "you have never heard of Kathleen O'Reilly, down bcyant Doneraille? Her father's cousin to O'Donaphoe, who's own steward lo Mr. Murphy, the under agent to my Lord Kingstown, and?" "Hush," says she, 'sure I don't want to know who she is. But would she have you, if you asked her?" VAh, thin, I'd only wish I'd bo afthor trying that same." "And why don't you?" uS,l.uo I'm too poor," and Philan heaved a prodigious sigh. *, - ? !<... . ** uuiu you ijkc io do richf "Does a dog bark?" "Ifl make you rich, will you do as I, tell you?" "Mille murthcr! yer honor,'donl l>c tantalizing with a poor hoy." "Indcgtil I'm not," said Lady C. "So listerMKH ow would you like to marry me?"' "Ah, ffiin, my lady, I believe the effing of Hus: sia himself would be priiud to do lhat same, lave alone a noor divil Pnt Pliilnn 1 "Well, Philan, if you'll marry me 1o-morro\y, I'll give you one thousand douikih." % "Oh, vvhilaboo! vvhilaboo! sure I'm mad or enchanied oy ilio good people," roared Pat, dancing round the fSut there are conditions," says y C. "After the first day of our| nuptials you must never see me agam, nor claim me for your wife. 1 don't,like that," says Pat, for ho had been ogling her ladyship most desperately. N4Dl__ "Bui remember Kathleen O'Reily. With the money Til give you may go awl many her." "That's thrue," said he, "but thin *TH never appear against you,,f pmuui and buy a llcen.sc, liuBBU" "1 ^ ' an(P^n USi ? :!?<; (>vp1?isHH'{ tn him where lie. The next tiny pat was true to her I appointment, and found two gentlemen already with her ladyship. "Have you got the license?" said she. "Here it is, my lady," says he and he gave it to her. She handed it to one of the gentlemen, who viewed it attentively. Then calling in her two I servants, she turned to the gentleman i : who was reading; "Perform the cer- j emony," said she. And sure enough | in ten minutes Pat Philan was the husband, 1he legal husband, ot the lovely Lady C. "That will do," says she, to her new husband, as he gave her a hearty kiss, that'll do. Now, sir, give me | my marriage certificate." The old gentleman did so, and i 4r..n.. a.- r I uutYiii^ I'csjjct'iinny i'j me PV6 pound I note she gave him, he retired with his c.crk; for sure enough,! forgot to ! tell you, that he was a parton. "Co and bring me the warden,11 j says my lady 1o one of her servants, j i-Yes, my lady,11 says she, and presently the warden appeared. "Will you be kind enough;11 says Lady C., in a voire that would call a bird off a tree, "will you be good i enoucll to send nio n hnrlrn^v 1"?y,,uJ vwuvy.,l* I wish to leave this prison immediately." "Your ladyship forgets," replied he "that you must pay forty thousand before I can let you go.;' "I am a married woman. You , ran detain my husband, but not me," and she smiled at philan, who began ; rather to dislike the appearance off things. "Pardon me, my lady, it is well known vou are ainirle." "I tell you I am married.'" "Where's your husband?" "There, sir!" snd she pointed to : the astonished barber; "there he stands. Hero ig my marriage certificate, which you cim*. peruse at yonleisure. My servants yonder were witne^qfp of tlie c^reniouyv detain me, s;r, one irwtant, at your peril." The warden was duitiMtade^, and no wonder. Poor Philan would have spoken, but neither party would let him. The lawyer below was consulted. The result was evident. In halt an hour Lady O. was free, anil ' Pat Philftn, her legitimate husband, I a prisoner for debt to the amount of forty thousand pounds. Well , sir, for some time Pat thouf he was in a dream; and the creditors thought they were still worse. The following day they held a m "ling, and finding they had been tucked, swore they'd detain poor Pat forever. But, as they well knew that lie had nothing, and would'nt feel much shame in going through the insolvent court, they made the best of a bad bargain, and let hint out. Well you must know, about awe k after this, Paddy Philan was sitting up his little fire, and thinking over the wonderful things he had seen, when as sure as death, the postman brought him a letter, the first lie had ever received, which he took over to a friend of his, one Ryan, a fruit seller because you see, he was no great I 1 1: i--i iiniin en iculling ur wining, iu ticci" pher it for him. It ran thus: liGo down to Doneraille and marry Kathleeh O'Reilly. The instant tlie knot is tied 1 fulfil my promise of making you comfortable for life.? I3iit as you value your Jitc auri liberty never breatbe a syllable of what has I DHNSAll. fiomnmnAr lmn or? in mtr I ? ? v ?** ??jr power ifyou tell the story?the money will he paid to you directly you enclose me your marriage certificate. Oh! happy Paddy) Didn't he start next day for Cork, and ? didn't he mary Kathleen and touch a thousand pound a? By the powers he did. And what is more, lie took a cottage, which, perhaps you know, is not a hundred miles from tiruftlin, in the county of Limerick jand i'fitx, he forgot his first wife, clean and entirely* and never told any one but himself, I'under promise of secrecy, the storv of his first marriage. Lamartine has returned from the East much earlier than was expected. He proposes going very shortly to England, in order to procure there the capital and tcc instruments of whiclt he lias riecd for the Working lot his newly acquired territories. :J& M. Thiers is said to have deceived *?&t,000 for his History of the Consulate and the Empire. Several vol. umes are yet unwritten. Tac publishers are amions to insure his life, ri|gl have tv?od the London offices, but the risk was declined- uUfeJ,.? 2 Pasha of Egypt is sat^to be rapidlp converting the ancient rvins on the rnife Irtto materials for buildfactories, cvu . * #' A PRIVATE ROOM: OR, THE EFFECTS OF PUNCH DRINKING. One particular dark, damp, dull, drizzly and disagreeable day in the latter part of November, a tail, gaunt queer looking customer, dressed in a blue coat, with metal buttons, with 'yaller.Vatripcd pantaloons, and calfskin terminations, sat solitary and alone, in a little room, situated in a j certain little tavern, in street i Philadelphia. Before him was a little, round ta- J ble, on whose marble top was 'not a I little' pitcher of smoking punch, screeching hot, and a wine glass. The solitary individual was 'York'?nothin1 else, dear child?and that was his second pitcher full?n crn his second empty. One minute after, and yon ' couldn't?fact, you see?have squeez | edadrop outofeither pitcher or glass, j by a forty-two pounder hydraulic j press. York rang the bell. The waiter , popped his head in at the door. 'Ring, sa?, 'Of course I did. Is it clearing off?' I 'No, sa? -fog so thick; sa, you could | ladle it out 'jth a spoon, sa. Have anvthin' sa?' 'More punch, and strong.' 'Yes, sa?immediately, sa.1 The waiter withdrew, and in a few seconds the third pitcher of punch stood before our hero, who attacked it 'zealously. York had just c'mined the las' glass full from the third pitcher of! punch, and was beginning to feel glo- j lions. whpn on rfiisiiriar nn lno ?wo? 1 --- ?n "i' he saw his own figure in a large pier j fflass, directly opposite. The reflec- j lion seemed to startle him. He rubbed his eyes, winked, roughed, stared, winked, and rubbed his eyes again. 'By tl.'.inder!1 said he, 'there's some fellow sitting right before me. I'll swear there's impudence for you! [This is a private room, sir,for my hwl? aofxwiimoflfviioti-1 ? I He waited a minute, expecting an answer, but his reflection only stared at him and held it peace. 'I was saying, sir, that this is my private room?mine, sir,' cried York, fetching his voice an octave higher than it was before. No answer was I made, and he rang the bell furiously. I The waiter made his appcaraiicc again. 'Ring, sa?' 'Yes, I did ring. Didn't I i 'k for a private room?1 'Yes, sa; this is a private room; sa.1 'It is? "Why there's a fellow sitting rignt netore m? now, on the other side of the table. Rot his impudenc.' 'Table, sa?fellow, sa?1 lYes, there is. Well, just never mind. Bring on some more punch, and a couple of glasses.1 In a very short time, the fourth pitcher with two glasses, made its appearance. York filled one of the glosses, and limn shnvpfl it nv??r lli* 4Will you drink, sir,1 said he, addressing the figure in the glass. 4Oh, you won't eh? Well I will.' And so he did. 'Better drink, ole fellow,' continued he. 'Your liquor is getting cold, and yen look as if you was fond of the thing.' Nornswer being returned, York finished the pitcher and rang the bell again. In popped the waiter. 'Ring, sat' 'To be sure I did. Didn't you hoar the b-b-belir 'I did.' lPidr/t I order & p-p-private room? Eh?' / 'Yes, *a; this is a p-ivate room, sa.' 'A pretty private room this is, with a ff-fellow sitting right opposite that wont take a glass of punch when its offered him, and a r-r-red noted man at that. O, well never mmd, bring me more pUnch, and t?t-tumblers, I'll t-t-try him r/rain.' Presently pitcher number 5 *pd plasses to match, wfts borne in with due state. 'Better try ?ome, old boy,'said York ceaxingly, to hip double. The reflex merely looked good natured, but said nothing* 'Well,' continued York, with a sigh, 'if this isn't the most infamoug. IS ever mind, 1*11 drink the punch/ And so h^ did, every bit of it.? About five minute? soiffaed to end the pitcher. York ra?g the hell superfuriously. The waiter came again, 'Ring, m*V s '^4 * Why, certain. Why ahould'nt I? Where s the man?who keeps this-? placet' "Yr . j' " 'Bonila? Ill Ke'mia.'? Shortly after mine host, a quiet looking Wilo *nan, wiUi a moUledcalico-pattern**! face, and a shining* l?ald head, made hi# appearance. | 'W-wwhaC# to payr demanded York, rising and assuming an air of digi.ity^ 'Five'punches?five levies, sir.1 'There's the money,sir,1 said York, j forking over the coin. 'And now 1 , want to know why, when 1 call for a ' private pom, you should put me here wnn s-arawmeuuuy eisc! 'There's nobody here but you and I, sir!' m ! 'NobocTy! Do you s-s-suppose T can't see? Do you think I'm drunk? J There, look there, two ofm,l y jingo!1 'Well, sir, 1 must confcs* 1 can't see any but us two.' 'Youcan1!, ha?' And York dragged the landlord to the toble. 'Look there,1 continued he, pointing to the glass. 'Th-th-the e'sthe rascals now. One of'em's enough like you to he your brother, anil the other is the most Lord-forsaken, meanest looking white man 1 ever saw.' Romance in Real Lif*.?The Female Bloodhound.?Much curiosi- j ty has been awakened during the last few weeks, bv the appearance of a strange and foreign looking carriage upon the drive, whose fair inmate, something Ctrangc and rather foreign looking otherwise, has becomc the | universal s?*' 'ect of conversation amonglt the loitering groups lounging on the very edge of the curb stone whicl> skirts the macadamized road, i Who is the lady ? What is she ?? Where does she conic from ? are 1 questions to which none but the ini- 1 tiatedjcnn venture a reply. She is 1 itiiiruq in me deepest mourning, and ,' her countenance is marked bv an ex- ; pressinn of that fierce grief which ;' strike^ such a feeling of anxiety and ; disma^y into the mind of the beholder. Although still lovely?for time has i dealtjfo gently with her, that sorrow I1 has rrfiich to do in order to destroy , that 'beauty which once was the j ihemiof admiration throughout the whole of Europe?yet few could now i ^gfjtrg tha pale, and stricken figure wTiicli passes slowly before us, with head bent low, and eyes gazing on vacancy, the brilliant, all-conquering duchess who, but a few years ago, shone forth the guiding star of every continental court, whose sceptre ruled alike the empire of beauty, of fashion and of politics, and who came with honor out of the struggle with the great Lieven himself. a A r /vuer lour year's absence from Paris she has returned broken heart- j ed, but upon frr other motives than those which guided her on her de- . parture; love of power, love of horn-j nge, love of admiration- She has j ! returned hither, led on by a love of tvengeance alone, in search of revenge upon the murderers of Lichnowski, i whom she is determined to pursue with that undying hate of which the j middle ages have left us such terrible examples. The culprits were, it is said, eight in number. Already have three of them been taken in 1 Wermnny through the exertions of this lastly, who, scorning the feminine weakness of solitude and tears, h is set fofth upon this dreary pilgrimage. Fabulous stories are told, of course, concerning her munificent offers of, recompense to the agents of police of the different cities, wherein she deems that any of the murderers i have found refuge. Two of them 1 | have been alread taken be e within ! j the last week. They were living | i ntirlor n??nmn<l nnmno in ; aauuikX III uuai-Ulll V UH 1 common workmen, earning a daily j pittance; but her long-armed, strong| sighted vengeance has reached thorn I even Here; and through her exertions | alone have they been conveyed beyond the frontier, and delivered up to the Austrian authorities; but so long ?9 that dark blue carriage is seen slowly Creeping up the Champs Elyseen we may be sure some other of the blood-stained criminals must be concealed in Paris. For more i than three months was if holiol/1 I creeping along as we now behold it, up and down the public promenade of the little town of Toul, where it had been discovered that the woman who cheered the men on amongst the crowd to commit the murder had sought refuge in disguise; and it was not until the day that the unhappy creature was taken, bound and handcu5ed,V^etween twogendarms, thro1 the eastern gate of the town, thut the grand equipage, with its gloomy burden, wa? seen to hurry as fast as four horses could convey it on the road to Paris, still pursuit of that revenge which if not yet completed. They say that paiqjfir <i| panning w-'jjvirwt Ot (he unfortunate object of this sombre and fierce attachment* that the favored jew havo been y((tmitt^i to < behold it. in its unfUhed .itate. lfcrep1 t-esamtj "dcr hubtch TjicnnowtkV (as he was called from h;s great personal: m .A . beauty) in the costume and attitude which he bore upon the very morning of his death. 1 lis magnificent countenance and splendid figure, attired 1 in the black velvet coat, the cap and tassel, llio buckskin breeches and the shining lie ?sian boots, are all represented here to the life, as well as the window and the balcony from whence he breathed his last tender farewell when he descended to the garden in order to "chastise the insolent canaille," armed with his riding whip alone. All grow beneath the painter's hand, as he follows the instructions of the desolate lady; who thus cheats her sorrow for a moment. while hugging to her soul llic memory of her last and dearest love ? Parit Correspondence Tjondon Paper. The Horse known by his ears. ?The size, position, and motion of the ears of a horse, are important points. Those rallies' small than j largo, placed not too far apart, erect and quick in motion, indicate both breeding and spirit; and if a horse is in the habit of carrying one ear forward, and especially if he do so on a journey, he will generally possess both spirit and continuance. The stretching of the ears jn contrary directions, shows that he is attentive ! to everything that is passing around ' him, and while he is doing this he cannot be much (aligned, nor likely soon to become so. It has been remarked, that few horses sleep without pointing one car forward and the other backward, in order that they may receive notice of the approach of objects in any direction. When horses or mules march in comnanv at night, those in front direct them ' backward; and those in tho middle j of the train turn them laterally or ! crosswise?the whole seeming thus to be actuated by one feeling, which I watches their general safety* The i ear of the horse is one of the most beautiful parts about him, and by few things isfhe temper more easily indicated than by its motion. The ear is more intelligibttfrcTen than the eye; and a person accustomed to the horse can tr?11. hv lll#? r?v?M-?cciv? nr?? _ ?j HiW tion of that orcan, almost all he thinks or means. When a horse lav* his ears flat back on his neck, he most assuredly is meditatinpr mischief, and the bystander should beware of his heels or his teeth, la play, the ears will be laid back, but not so decidedly nor so loner. A quick chanr e in their position, and more particularly in the expression of the eye al the lime, will distinguish between playfulness and vice. The hearing of the horse is remarbly acute. A thousand vibrations of the air, too slight tomake any impression on the human ear, are readily perceived by him. It is well known to every hunting man, that the cry of hounds will be recognized by the horse, arid his ears will be erect, and he will be all spirits and imi alienee, a considerable time before the rider is conscious of the least sound. Roy.?Ma, ins't Miss Lovelock a nice lady' ton't she though? Mother.-*Yes, love, she is, indeed, a very fine lady. Boy.?And don't father think a hean of her? don't ho. thnmrli? Mother.?Yes, father, as well as myself, thinks very highly of Miss Lovelocke. Boy.?-That's what I thought today, when I f ?o father hugging and kissing her in the front parlor. Mother, (springing to her feet with all the agility of having pressed her hare foot on a hot smoothing iron.)? Your father hugging and kissing Miss Iioveloeke? Boy, (in a tone of the highest glee.) ?-My eye! wasn't he though? Mother, (distraetedly.)?And did she suffer him to do such a thing without raising an alarm. ttoy, (winking Ins left eye in a re markabfe cute style.)?She didn't suffer at all; she just hugged and Feedback again, as if she liked it baiter nor apple dumpling covered with 'lassas dip. Mother, (wildly hysterical and hysteucally wild.)?Oh! the mean, rateyed, pug-nosed red headed fright. The scandalous, howdacious hussey! Til tear out her eves,I will. [Falls down fainting?tears her hair, and kicks her heels on tho carpet, crying aloud for it divorce, white lier son runs off for a doctor, meeting pappy coming home, tells lnm*en partdnt, that he, (his hopeful sonney) wouldn't stand in his boots forbornethitjg and a trifle over.^, W . 'f ~T7i ' - The <jreat building for the English Indusmal Exhibition of 1851, is to do fnanufactured af Birmingham. i Putting this Flies to Roost!? In one of the Toledo hotels a stutter; ing little waiter and the black cook 1 ! were at sword's points, and the only i end for which Jack the waiter lived was to pester the cook. A few days I ciurlinn ??* ? ? Tf iivti 111V an nao OUUlAJUIlIg and flies in the dining room were more plenty than candidates at & free democratic convention, word was sent to the cook that Jack wanted him. He hurried up with?'well, aah, what do you want?' 'Why, cook,' replied Jack, 'you ee the f-f-flics b-bother me s-so, I c-can't set the t-table, and as you are s-so d-d-d-deuced b-b!ack. I wanted you to c-c-cast u s-sh-shade over the r-room, and they'd t-t-th-think it was night and g-g-g-go to roost!!!' A dining plate whizzed close to Jack's head, as he vanished through the door ningin, Oh c-cast that sh-shadow from thy brow!' M r : o? i i ?r a i * 3 otrcet-?j\ r rencnman slopped a lad in the street to make some inquiries of his whereabouts. 4Mon fren wat is ze name of zis street?' 'Well who said 'twant?' 4\Vat, you call zis street?' 'Of course we do!' 'Pardonnez! 1 liave not zo name you call him.' 'Yes, Watts you call it.' 'How you calls ze name of zis street?' 'Watts street, I told yer.1 '.Zi? Street?' 'Watts street, old feller, and don't yer go to makin' game o' me.' 'Sacre! I ask you one, two, tree several times oftin, vill von tell mp name of zc street?eh?' 'Watts stieet, I told yer. Yer drunk, ain't yervf 'Mon little fren, vera you lif, ah?* ! A Conscientious Respondent.? "llow long will it take me to reach Jamaic&t" asked a pedestrian on the Jamaica tui*nj)lte. " Walk oh, Walk on," said: the person interrogated. Thinking he was misunderstood, the traveller repeated the question, when the same answer^Was returned. Fanj eying that the man was crazy, the (jcuesirmn moved on at an aecel^ra ted pace. titfjook here,'V said tHPmI (errogated party, calling fmer thetra[ veller. "It'Hjiake you half an hourI couldn't tall vou, till I saw how you walked, what'time1 you'd make!" He lived near the Union course most probably. The V's ani> Ws.?Villiemin, I vant my vig." "Virh virrUL "Vy, my'We vig, in the vig-box, vich I vore last Vednesday vas a veek, ven 1 vent to thflK&vidow Vaddle's Vedding." W "I am wcry much wexed it your wulgar pronunciation Mr. Walentine. You should say wig, not vig. But if you are a going a wisiting you had better take your welwet can that you had on the last meeting ot the westry." ^ ; * "Vife, you are alvavs vorvvincr me villi your criticism upon my vowls. I am not going a wishing as you have it; !>ut I am going to take a valk along the varves and around Vashington Square, and perhaps I shall go as far as the Vatcr Vorks." Hr wour: a Flashy Waistcoat. ?He wore a flashy waistcoat, on the night when first we met?with a fa* mous pair of whiskers and imperial of jet. His air had all the haughtiness. j his voice the manly tone, of a gentlel man of ei^h'y thousand dollars, all j liis own. 1l saw him but a moment, . yet met hints 1 sec him nowj^vvith It I very flashy waistcoat, and a oeaver on his bro^ And once again I saw that brow? iiO neat beaver was there, but a shocking bad'un was his hat, and matted was his hair. He wore a brick within his hat, the chango was all complete, and he was flanked by constables, who marched him up the street. I saw him but a moment,' yet rncthinks I see him now, charged by these worthy ofiicers with kicking ud a row. The following couplet, found in an cxchanffe paper, is as true as preaching, and every body knows that' preaching is true: A Printer in tho prime of life, 0 Ureutly ncicls a hftmlaorno wife. u. isK I ^ I Snooks was advised to get his life insured.' "Vfom't doit," sai<Lhe? "it would just be my luck toliveTorevcr if I should.1 Mrs. jJSnooks meekly, said- ?'Well, 1 wo'iifJut nfty dearp Santa Ann ktfrhge business in Carthnftrna,?1?^ Wra?d* To - pi