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211 /~~~- .. .. 1 Dm catic 3entrual, Devttev to t Suty any Soutjerw Rigts *ttics, Catest leuvs, Cit erature, ftoralitt emyprance, bricu ture, & "We will cling to the Pillars of the Temple, our Liberties, and it it must fall, we will Perish amidst the Ruins." SIfINS, DVRISOE & CO., Proprietors. -*EDGEFIiD, "C., JULY 7 1858. VO-. - Written for the Advertiser. THE SECOND WIFE; OR, CIECUXSTANCES ALTERS OASES. 0 BY JENNY WOODBINE. "No indeed. Iwould'nt marry a widower." And Freddy Berrien tossed her crispy curls about. "I never did believe in second mar riages-it is a downright sin to marry some poor dead woman's husband. I should always - feel as though I were in the wrong place, and expect some fearful retribution to follow my crime. I'll tell you what put me out with them. There's John Lane, you know had the loveliest , little wife in the world. Fairy and humming bird, were the dimunitive pet names I loved to caIl her. le pretended to love her more than life itself; but alas! for man's constancy-it is an unheard of wonder, not to be discovered outside of Paradise-if it exists there. Well, Fannie Lane died-and she hadn't been in her grave six months, before in steps my lady-ship -the secondwife. How I hated her, a long, slab-sided, badly-put together women. She put Fannie's portrait in the garret-sold all the jewels Fannie had left for her children-treated Fannie's children so badly that the poor,,ittle, dears were afraid to speak; and lorded it over everything generally. One day I went to see Fannie's grave-the first wife-the pure gentle woman, he had vowed to love always. It was a picture to mike the heart weep. Not a stone not even a slab to.tell of her, who slept below. All overgrown with weeds, and brambles sunken in, and desolate! No! Gertrude Alston I don't believe in second marrimges." "Well Freddy, you have made a pretty long speech my dear; and while I admire your elo quence, and honor you for your generous senti ments, I'll lay a wager, that if you crer do mar ry, ypu will marry a widower." " Nonsense, Gertrude. When 1 marry, Imust marry one who has never loved before. I must bi the wale world to him-even, as hge will be, my world, my universe. You remember this line in my favorite song: "ILove me forever-love me alone." That's my sentimTnt exactly. I must be fir.it, last and only love.. Laying aside the sin, there is no freshness about a second marriage. Who wants a heart that has wasted all its first sweetness on somebody else i hot I, Frederica Barrien!" Gertrude laughed slightly; and the two young girls, who were fast' friends, went to their rooms, to dress for a walk. Freddy Berrien had just completed her nine teenth summer. She was the spoiled child of a widowed mother-the pet of a large circle of friends. No party was complete without Fred dy's presence-no "loving couple" could consent to "make each other miserable" for life, with out Freddy to witness the ceremony; and when any one was sick, who so goo-1 a nurse as the gentle Freddy ? Her tiny hands had such a magnetic power about them, that they could charm away the very worst headache, as many a sufferer could testify. Laughter-loving Freddy! many a heart blessed hei , as she went on her merry, dont-care-sort of way, dispensing smiles like blessings. All the children in town knew Freddy ;-and they ran in droves to get a gentle pressure of her wee-white hands, and hear her whole-souled " How-d'ye do." Freddy was not rich..- Poverty had been her constant companion ever since she could re member. But Freddy didn't mind that. Wasn't she rich in possessing a clear, bright intellect a warm, young heart overflowing with love for everybody. Fre~ddy was'nt proud a bit. She would pause in her walk to chat a moment with the old Irish woman at the corner, with frock tucked up, and arms a kimnbo; and give a kindly nod of the head to the sun-browned laborer. * Freddy loved all little children-from the over-dressed scion of an 'illustrious race,' pant ing in plumes, feathers, and embroidery, to the niaturat human baby in its clean white calico ; * or the poor little -neglected thing in rags, and filth. Freddy's dress was never too fine to take these little ones in her armas-she never started back when they pulled her curls ; all thte chit drea l',ced her. Wasn't that a good sign, young man? Freddy was not pretty. I am sorry to say it, for fear it will destroy all the interest you feel in my little maiden. But Freddy's good-natured, honest face wasn't a bit handsoe-not even her admirers could assert the contrary. But she had, what is better than beauty, pure moral prin ciples, and a warm, true heart. Still hers was no ordinary face-.see it wvhre you might,' you would turai twice to look at it. The eyes were its chiefest beauty-they were a dark hazie, and expressed every emotion of her soul. Sometimes they would dazzle, be wilder, and entrance with their quick, bright glances, making your heart struggle like a cap. tive bird; and again, they would look at you in the quietest manner possible-so changeable was our Freddy. The features were not regular ; the complexion not dazzling white ; but take her altogether, she was a pleasing, winning lit tle creature. " Said I she was not beautifullI Her eyes upon your sight. Broke 'with the lambent purity of planetary light ; And an intellectual glory, like a lamp within a vase, Lit up every feature of.-her animated face." Of admirers she had plenty, "Many a 'ristocratic dandy Many a titled sir." And she fell in love, and out every wveek-so S*Freddy's "Lo'res" became the standing joke. "Freddy is in love again." "Who now.1" "Oh the last one of course." " How many twin-spirits do you have Freddy I Every time I see you, you have just found some new mate of your soul." But Freddy took all the jests good-humored ly; and continued to fall in love when she pleased, and out again when she got ready. So often did this occur,'that Freddy sighed sometimes, and said, "I don't believe I have any heart at all." But the truth of the matter was this: Fred dy had a heart, but it was untouched. None of the fops, who fluttered around her, had made the slightest impression on her heart; and while each one flattered himself that he was the "happy youth," Freddy was free as before. The wild bird of the mountain, was not more light of wing than this untaught child of nature. " The most arrant little coquette that ever breathed," said some rejected one, while he, who hoped to be accepted, stoutly denied it; but in a week's time swelled the same chorus echoed by so many. But we willjoin Freddy Berrien and Gertrude Alston in their evening walk. " Oh ! what a little darling it is." And Fred dy stopped before a grand old mansion, to caress a fair-haired child who was playing beford the gate. Gertrude shrugged her shoulders with a slight disgust-she did not like children. Be ware of the Gertrudes, young wife-hunters; they are the heartless portion of the female race. "Who do you belong to, little angel; and what is your name." " My name is little Annie, and I belong to papa," answered the child with winning naicette. And just at this moment "Papa" emerged from among the vines, with an open book in his hand, and "little Annie" bounded into his arms. Freddy, with a blush. was vanishing; but the little child cried out, "Come to my papa he says you are pretty." Freddy blushed again-this time, more be comingly than ever, and coming back, allowed herself to be introduced-child fashion. And "papa" gathered a bunch of fresh flowers for Freddy-(because she spoke of the beauty of his garden)--lowers sweet as herself-helis tropes, mignonettes, and sweet-scented violets. And when she turned to leave, little Annie kissed her; and told her, in confidence, that her name was Annie Payson. "Quite an adventure-suppose " papa" turns out to be a widower 7" asked Gertrude Alston. "Nonsense, Gertie, his collar was tdo scru pulously neat." "A certain sign that he is on the lookout for wife No 2. Your widower always keeps hhn self in trim. To make a romance out of the affair: Mr. Payson is a widower-he has the blue eyes you love so. much-the rich suburn hair-you will marry him in time, as the folks in novels do." And Gertrude said good evening-met a friend at the next corner-entered into a firting conversation with him; and forgot all about the "adventure." Not so Freddy. The next evening found her at the samogate-handsome " papa" was invis ible, but little Annie Payson joined her evening walk. " My mother is in heaven" said little Annie with child confidence. "Oh ! she is a beautiful mama-her picture hangs in the parlor, with eyes just like yours." "A wislower, sure enough," thought Freddy with a strange feeling at her heart. All night Annie chatted to " Papa" about her new friend, until " Papa" fell asleep with Fred dy's name in his ears. And one day Mr. Paysan brought little Annie to see Freddy ; and left her there, to call for her in the evening. Thus their acquaintance began. Reader, on " trifles light as air" hang our destinies-don't you believe it.? We meet by chance, some one, whose lot it destined by fate to mingle with our owvn. Is it Dot so ? Lionel Paysan was not more than twenty-five. lie was tall, slender, and gracefully formed. Handsome in appearance-with a flue intellect, and modest, unassuming manners. lie could charm you for hours with tales of other lands, and his voice fell on the ear like a strain of melodious music. In his early youth he had won a gentle flower to his home and heart. She staid with him but a short time lighting up his pathway-making his life, a day of sunshine and then " She faed alas! like the many That had bloomed in the summer of his heart." The season rolled on as before, but their: glory had departed ; the sun rose, and set, but his brightness wasdimmed--theflowers bloomed, but he sawv not their beauty. lie had looked in vain for her equal among the sons of men. He was alone !--his heart a living sepulchre, enshrining a dead image ! In Freddy's society, he found that social enjoyment which he had so long denied himself. Romantic as had been their first acqaintance --its continuance was commonplace enough. At first their theme was little Annie, but grad ually their fancies took a wider range, and they conversed on the wvonde~rs of the old world read to each other; songs from many an olden Bard. But happiness is necessarily short-lived on earth ; and alas ! " Whispering tongues can poison truth." Gertrude Alston started the ball; and the tongues of other friends (?I) kept it in motion. " Very fine indeed, to pretend that she loves that child so much; as if people didn't have eyes of their own."~ "I believo I'll pet the next child I see, may be I may catch a widower by the operation." " They say she takes it to walk every even ing." " And sees him of course, whoa she brings it back, and receives his thanks for her decotion." " It is really shocking I" and Miss. Prudence Prim elevated her nose " How young girls do carry on these days. It isno -use for aman to move an inch from his door-if he will just stay at home quietly, some one of them will be sure to come courting him. One would think it was an everlasting leap year. It's all very well for Frederica Berrien to pretend she did not know Mr. Payson was a widower, and met the child accidentally. It's my belief it was a pre-concerted plan." "And mine too" said half-a-dozen voices. "I have no fine widowers running after me," continued Miss Prudence Prim. Which was literally true; as no unmarried man would venture in half a mile of the spinster. These remarks reached Freddy's ears. Poor little Freddy felt their unkindness, 'but they set her to thinking. Amid all the chaff of falsehood was there a grain of truth ? she could not tell. "Freddy, what is the matter with you?" asked.a voice at her side. "Oh! nothing," she looked up at Mr. Payson, and smiled faintly, but the smile belied the words. Annie was very talkative that evening. As she walked home wi.th " papa" she said, " Do you know that I mean to call Freddy my new mama I" His heart gave a strange bound at the words, "But, you mustn't child ?" "But I will; and you are a naughty papa, for saying I shan't. Freddy is so beautiful, and good." The next afternoon he called again at Mrs. Berrien's cottage, with little Annie; and found Gertrude Alston there. This young lady had but very little respect far the feelings of others; and no delicacy whatever. " Oh! do come in Mr. Payson," she called out from the window. "I have such a capital joke on Freddy. You know she has always cried down second marriages. Well " a change has come o'er the spirit of her dream." I came in this afternoon, and surprised her reading these verses:-Let me read them for you. "They told me he had won before Another heart than mine, And laid his first, and deepest love 0 Upon an earlier shrine. They said my spirit oft must grieve, If I my lot would cast, With one, who held so sacred still Remembrance of the past. I heeded not-my bark was launched With his on life's swift tide, And earth holds not a happier heart Than mine, his second bride. I know that he has loved, and lost What life can never give back; The flowers that bloomed in freshness once, Have withered on his truck. I know that she, the aigel.called Looks out from yon blue heaven, A watcher o'er. the earth-bound soul From which her own was riven. Together, do we oft recall This dream of early years; Nor do gove him less, to'know 4- Mone had-'ause for tears. "There, what do you think of that now ?" Gertrude looked up mischievously. Freddy an out to conceal her tears of pain, and morti iation; and Mr. Payson, with a polite bow eft little Annie, for the rest of the evening, md walked away. That night, Annie ran into the parlor with a lushed face, "Papa isn't it funny? Miss Als on brought me home. Freddy wouldn't come -she said she wasbusy; but I don't believe a vorld of it. She was so cold to me this eve ing. Papa, I don't like that naughty Miss Uston, a bit. She asked me this evening if I lidn't want her for a new mama. What did he mean by reading those verses this evening, d making Freddy cry? What is the matter ith Freddy ? She don't love me as she used o-she did not kiss me to-night." Silence calm, and unbroken ! Night in the nansion! Night in the cottage-night every where ! Freddy sat alone-her thoughts were with the past. Ihad she loved the child less-. the father more ? Let the heart answer. A step on the gravel-walk--a light, familiar step-a knock at the door-and Lionel. Payson s at her side. She met him coolly; and he smiled at her awonted reserve. WVhen askea to sing the 'had a cold"-poor Freddy. When asked to talk, she "had a headache"-heart sick Freddy ! But he won her to herself again, to the old smile that had welcomed him so opten and-then " Freddy, I understand your silence, and re erve. I respect you for it. Female Paul Prys have been at work to poison the peace of my laughter-loving, merry-hearted Freddy. Let them talk on-ce care not for them. Freddy, [ have nofirst love to offer you. My heart has lost its freshness ; and in loving you, I love also my dead, young bride." "I should scorn you if you did not," said the soft voice at his side. " But will you take what love I have to give ?" "Yes, Lionel." And that was all. After they were married, Gertrude said sneer ingly, " I could not bear, if I were you, Freddy, to have him everlastingly talking about his firsti wife." " And I love to have him talk of her," said Freddy earnestly. " One who could soon forget afrst love, could not love a last one-if he for got her, I would lose my respect for him, and know that lhe would thus forget me." Lionel entered at that moment, and Gertrude continued, " But Freddy, what has become of your old theory? You used to discourse eloquently aainst second marriages, and I have heard you say often, 'il be no man's second wife.' Oh Freddy !" Freddy placed her hand confidingly in the loving one, which opened to receive it; and looking up affectionately at Lionel said, "I was not in love with a widower then ' circumstances alter cases' you know." AUGUSTA, Ga. A waggish follow somewhat troubled with an impediment in his speech, while one day sitting at a public table, had occasion to use a papper box. After shaking it with all due vehemencee, and turning it in various ways, he found that the peper was in nowise inclined to come forth, and he exclaimed, with a facecious grin: e-per box is something like myself.' Why so? inmter. rogated a neighbor. 'It has a po-po-poor dehiv ery was. the reply. ?AI~ WLLAOVORB3Y. I love . Willoughby, And h e why, ye liee, I love Willoughby, And .et thee be. I sing-for , I sigh for thee, And-ohI a may depend on't: I'll weep,, ee, I'll die for thee, And that I be the end on't. I love thy f so tall and straight, To me.It ways seems As if It w he counterfeit Of some e seen in dreams; It makes m. ' as If I had An angel a, my side, And thei I ok I am so bad, You willet be my bride. I love thy cle and hazel eye, They say the blue is fairer, And I confess that formerly I thought the blue the rarer; But when I saw thine eyes so clear, Though perfectly at rest, I did kneel dbwn, and I did swear The hazel was the best. I love thy bai so pale and soft, Lhe which days lang syne, You innoce4t as trusting oft Would fo 'j clasp in mine; I though& itire was chisel'd out Of-marble*by the geniuses, The which the, poets rant about The virginsand the Venuses. I love the sannils that from thy lip Gush holiljand free, As rills that frOm their caverns slip; And prattleto the sea; The melody for aye doth steal To hearts by: sorrow riven, And, then I think, and then I feel That music comes from heaven. Now listen Fanny Willoughby To what I cannot keep, My days ye rib of happiness, My nightaee rob of sleep; And if you do-N relent, why I Believe yowl mekll, For passion it.have vent, and I I'll kill myif-I will I There eis mortal, Tihe ~l of lands, Ile onlyfcsn undo It, And opon wide the door; And mortals who pass through it, Are mortals never more. That glorious land Is heaven, And death the sentry grim; The Lord therefore has given The opening keys to him. And ransom'd spirits, sighing And sorrowing for sin, Do pass the gate in dying, And freely enter in. Though dark and drear the passage, That leadeth to the gate, Yet grace comes with the message, To souls that watch and wait; A nd at the time appointed, A messenger comes down, And leads the Lord's anointed From the cross to glory's crown. Their sighs are lost in singing, They're blessed In their tears, Their journey homeward winging, *They leave to earth their fears. Death like an angel seemeth, "We welconte thee," they cry ; Their face with glory beameth 'Tis life for tliem to die. INLORIOUS METHOD OF AVOIDING A DUN. THE COMPOSIToa AND coLLECToR. A compositor in one of the daily newspaper ofes, though a good fellow, like many of the ustian profession, suffers from repeated at taks of limited finances, or revenue dispropor tioal to his disbursements. He has no objec to to paying his debts, to the last penny, wen he has the money ; lnt whenm he is "short," eabhors the idea of meeting one of his credi tos, for he hates a dim as he does the devil, or a irty " proof." On one of the not few occa sios of the pressure upon the typo's monetary mrket, he was descending from the news-room othe street, when he met a collector, who ked him if James H. Smith (giving the prin r's real name) worked in that office. " Why do you wish to see him ?" asked Sith.* "I have a little bill against him (producing e same) for 620, leit by a Dr. --, who, yo remember, recently died, and whose ac unts have been placed in my hands for collec tin." " James H. Smith," replied the compositor, peating his own name slowly, as if it had a ysteriously-familiar sound and he were en avoringto recall it. " I have heard that name fore, surelf. James H. Smith, Smith, James, Jaes H.--Oh ! yea, (as with a sudden remem ance) he used to be employed here. Certain he did. I remenmbir now ; he worked next tmy case, po ellow I" and the speaker used and lolcd sand breathed a sigh. " Did anything hapn to him ?I" questioned e collector, symat 1tcaly "rTes; althougl as good a~ fellow as ever led, he died suddenly one morning of the olera, after he hand been attendjaig the sick d of a friend." " Did he leave anything T' aked the man of " Oh, no. The boys had to bury him. I member giving $5 myself to put the gener o creature under the sod, ,and it was one of th best actions of my life. With all his noble ualities, he died hundreds of dollars worse an nothing." " Then there's notise keeping this bill I sup p otse btm friend" hastily rejoined the rinter, with a kind of comic solemnity, " for I sure you'neither Jim Stnish nor any one of hi fes... e n as or si ivr ill be worth a "Well, good morning, then." " Good morning;" and, as the collector de parted," I guess I've got rid of that old bore. It wasn't perhaps so much of a story as I was telling.' Probably I was only anticipating a little, ater all." THE WIDOW'S TEPERANCE SPEECH. The Hon. Geo. N. Briggs, ex-governor of Massachusetts, delivered a temperance address some time since, in the course of which he re lated the following anecdote with thrilling effect: Mr. Briggs said this question of the intro duction of intoxicating drinks assumed some what of a practical form last spring in a thriving borough in Pennsylvania. The inhabitants had assembled, as was their usual custom, to decide what number, ff any, of licenses the town should petition from the county court, from whence they were issued. There was a full at tendance. One of the most respectable magis trates of the borough presided, and upon the platform were seated, among others, the clergy man of the village, one of his deacons, and the physician. After the meeting had been called to order, one of the most respectable citizens of the borough rose, and after a short speech moved that the meeting petition for the usual number of licenses. They had better license good men and let them tell it. The proposition seemed to meet with almost universal favor. It was an excellent way to get along quietly, and one and then another in their turn expressed their hope that such a course would be adopted. The president was about to put the question to the meeting, when an object rose in a distant part of the building, and all eyes were instantly turned in that direction. It was an old woman, poorly clad, and whose careworn countenance was the painful index of no light suffering; and yet there was something in the flash of the bright eye that told she had once been what she was not. She addressed the president, and said, with his permission, she wished to say a few words to the meeting. She had come be cause she had heard they were to decide the license question. " You," said she, " all know who I am. You once knew me the mistress'of one of the best estates in the borough. I once had a husband and five sons; and woman never had a kinder husband-mother never had five better or more affectionate sons. But where are they now? Doctor, I ask where are they now? In yonder burying ground there are six graves filled by that husband and those five sons, and oh! they are all drunkards' graves. Doctor, how came they to be drunkards? You would come and drink with them, and you told them that tem perate drinking would do them good. And you too, sir," addressing the clergyman, " would come and drink with my husband, and my sons thought they might drink with safety, because they saw you' drink. Deacon, you sold them rum which made them drunkards. You have now got my farm and all my property, and you got it all by rum. And now," she said, "I have done imy errand. I go back to the poor house for that is my home. You, reverend sir, 1ii, metdi-ndryou,~dia^oh;Tskifneverm-e'et again until I meet you at the bar of God, where you, too, will meet my ruined and lost husband and those five sons, who through your means and influence fill the drunkards' graves." The old woman sat down. Perfect si!encc prevailed until broken by the president, who rose to put the question to the meeting-shall we petition the court to issue license to this borough the ensuing year? and then one un broken, "No!" which made the very wallk re echo with the sound, told the result of the old woman's appeal. A STORY OF FEMALE HIERoisM.-In the course of a recent speech in Congress, by the Hon. Joseph Lane, of Oregon, he related the follow ing incident which occurred in the Indian war of Oregon: While in Oregon last summer, I took occa sion to inquire of a chief who was mainly in strumental in getting up this war, to learn theI particulars of the fate of some of our people who disappeared in the war of 1855, and of whom we had been able to learn nothing. When I suggested to the agent, in the coun cil, that I proposed to inquire into the fate of Mrs. Wagner, Mrs. Hlaynes, and others, he was inclined to think that it would raise the bitter feelings of the Indians, but said that we could make thg inquiry. I told him that I had pass ed through the country where these people had lived, and that their friends were very anxious to learn their fate. We inquired in relation to Mrs. Wagner, who was a well educated and handsome woman from New York, who had lived long in the country and spoke the Indian tongue fluently. She kept a public house by the roadside, and the good cheer which she always furnished made it a plaice where travellers delighted to stop. The Indians informed us that on the mong ol the 9th of October they came in sight of the house, where they met some teamsters and packers, a portion of whom they murdered, destroying the wagons and cargoes, as well as the animals, while she was standing in the door. As soon as they had murdered the people outside, they camne towvards the house which was strongly built of hewn logs, and had a heavy door, which fastened with cross bars. When she saw them running towards the house, she shut the door, and dropped the bars to pre vent their coming in. They came to the door, and1 ordered her to come out, and bring her little girl. She said "no." Her husband was absent-and, by the way, ho was the only man on that road who escaped. They said that if she did not come out they would shoot her. She declined; and after some deliberation, they determined to set the house on fire. The house was directly enveloped in flames ; and the chief, who watched her through little window, told me that he saw her go to the glass and arrange her hair, then take a seat in the middle of the room, fold her little gir'l in her arms, and wait calmly until the roof fell in, and they~ perished in the flames together. And the statement was confirmed by the people who found their remains lying together in the middle of the house. A young friend of ours tells the. following story of himself: "When young, he had read the well known story of George Washingto's love of truth, and4 the fmathier's love of the noble principle of his son, so well imanifeted on the oooasion re ferred to, of George outtiug down the cherl'y tree, acknowleding the transaction, and receiving a full and free pardon, besides praises and kind caresses from his father. So Jim, actuated by so noble an example, thought ho would try the experiment. He supplied himself with the hatchet, and going into his father's orchard, cut down some choice fruit trees. He then coolly sat down to wait the old man's coming, and as he made his appearance, marched up to him with a very important air, and acknowledged the deed, expecting the next thing on the pro gramme to be tears, benedictions and embraces from the offended parent. But sad to relate, the old gentleman caught up a hickory andgv hi a 'all fired lamming." adgv WILL TOUl CONE TO U MOUNTAIN RoE. Until very recently our town- and District hive heM little regarded by ofr friends of the low-cou ry, and were known to them only by report; they are, however, beginning to chal lenge atteition, and we feel sure, if the same spirit of enterprise continues to actuate our people, we will soon attain a position with the very foremost of our sister Districts of the up country. The number and character of our schools and colleges are giving us a much more intimate association with the lower ,and sea board districts, and have already made us many warm friends in that quarter; we hope, too, to be better known to them very soon by reason of our railroad connection. We are not afraid of being known, more especially when we hear continually the good report made by those who have visited us, and ask, therefore, all who de sire health, pleasure and instructive recreation, to "come to our mountain home." We will treat you as kindly, give you' as many of the real comforts of life, charge, cheat and swindle you less than at the North. We have cheap and comfortable hacks to bring you from the railroad points nearest us; we have three large hotels in our town; we have mountain scenery as grand as any at the North; we have bold and beautiful streams; we have a fountain of cold and sparkling water on aJmost every hill side; we have mineral springs, the virtue of whose waters in restoring to health and strength those who have suffered from bodily pain and affliction is well known; we have manufactories of cotton and of iron, mines of gold, lead and copper; we have a country abounding in inter est to the mineralogist and geologist; we have battle-fields which will always interest the ad mirers of heroic deeds and the friends of free dom, from whatsoever quarter of our land they may come; we have a school for the deaf, dumb and blind, which is to become the pride and ornament of the State, and cannot fail to inter est all who may visit it. We might add to this list, as our story is not half told, but we prefer to have our friends come and see for themselves, and would advise them to start early enough to be present at the College Commencements in our town, on the 12th and 14th of July, and at Limestone Springs the following week.-Spartanburg Ex press. From the Charleston Mercury. FIRST BLOOD SHED FOR LIBERTY IN TlE REVOLUTION. The first blood shed in defence of liberty andi opposing English oppressions was in the South. The State of North Carolina-the "old North State," and twin sister of South Carolina-is en titled to the honor. It was during the guber natorial administration of the notorious Gov ernor Tryon, the English Governor at the time' who built one of the most splendid palaces in either North or South America, 'at Newbern, N. C., with the proceeds of taxes imposed upon the people for the purpose, and to resist which taxation a portion of them rebelled, just as did the men of Massachusetts afterwar .,. It took plrinthi h yeaI'y1781,"driii niM 'by~Mf Wheeler in his history of North Carolina. On the 10th of May, in that year, a battle was fought between the American aind British forces, on the banks of the Alamance river, in what is known now as the county of that name, 'called the Balde f Alamance. The American forces were called the "regulators," from their efforts in endeavoring to bring about an equitable regu lation of taxes and other oppressive matters. The American forces amounted to two thousand, and were teaded by three men named Husbands, H'inter and Butler; while the British forces. including militia called out by Tryon, amounted to upwards of eleven hundred, but had the ad vantage greatly in arms and dicipplne. As might have been expected, the Americans were defeated, after an action of two hours, with a loss of twenty dead and several wounded, wbile that of the royal forceq, wounded, and missing, was sixty-one. Mr. Wheeler says: " Thus ended the battle of Alanance. Thus and here was the first blood spilled in these United States, in resistance to exactions of English rulers and oppressions by the English government. " The great Wolf of South Caro lina" showed his blood-thirsty temper by acts of revenge, cruelty, and barbarity. H~e hung Captain Tew the next day, without trial, on a It was in this case, as Byron truly says in one of his poems-3 "For Freedlom's battle once begun, Bequeathed fromn bleeding sire to son, Though sometiumes lost, is ever wvon." Thus we see that it was at the battle of Ala mance, and not at Bunker 1l1ll, that the first American blood was shed in the cause of liber ty. " Honor to whom honor is due." A SPLNDTD WEAt'oN.-SeVeral months ago, as our readers will recollect, we noticed an ap plication made by Mr. A. Le Mat, of this city, for a patent for an improved revolver of his in vention. He has secured his patent, and yester day showed us one of them. It is beyond all comparison the finest weapon we ever saw. It is a revolver of nine chambers, charged with conical expanding balls, which are fired in the same mannter as the balls of the Colt's Army Revolver. But in addition to these there is a large center barrel the charge of.which consists of fifteen or twenty buckshot. This barrel is independent of all the others, and is discharged by means of a sliding hammer attached to the reular Colt's hammer. The adjustment for the dicharge of the central or grrape shot barrel can be affected by a single motion, in two seconds. In weight this weapon is about equal to the reg nlar Army revolver, but in efficiency it far sur passes it.-N 0. Cressenl. A BaoKENz IIEART.-"Did ho strike you?" asked a judge in Cincinnati, of a witness who had testified that her husband abused her. " No, sir," replied the modest and delicate looking woman, "ho has never struck me, though he has often threatened to do it. He abuses me, and I am obliged to flee from his presence." "Did he break any of the furniture ?" asked the Court. "No, sir," responded the witness, as a tear dropped from her eye, and she placed her hand on her bosom. "No sir he did not break the furniture, but he has frequently threatened to break my heart, and lhe is doing it, sir." Poor woman! she evidently spoke the truth. This bloated monster who stood beside her, though he had once solemnly promised to love and protect her, is now her most bitter persecu tor, her sorest ,trouble. No doubt he once did love her. No doubt but that one time he would rather have died than cause a bitter tear to start from her soft blue eyes, but intemperance has unmanned, brutalized him, and he is now breaking her heart. Heaven help the drunkard's wife ! " Patrick, dear, come in and go to bed jist," said the wife of a jolly son of Erin, who had just returned from the fair in a decided exhile rated state. "You must be dreadfully tired, shure, wid yer long walk." " Arrah i git away wid your nonsense," said Pat, "it was not the lengthi of the way that fatigued me at all; it wa he dth of'iI." MUTINY ON BOARD A FRENCH SLAVER-TTO HUNDRED AND FIFTY NEGROES MASSACRED. PLT3OUTH, June 7. The African Steam Navigation Company's packet Ethiope, Commander Croft, arrived at midnight, with later advices from the West Coast of Africa. In consequence of information eceived at Monrovia, Commander Croft left in the Ethiope on the 14th of April, and on the 15th fell in with the French Cali Regina, 420 tons, in pos session of a large number of negroes, who were not able to managt her. After a parley, the second officer of the Ethiope with a part of the crew went on board, when about 250 of the negroes swam to the shore, where nearly the whole number were murdered by the captain of the French ship and the natives. It appears that the Cali Regina, which is completely fitted for the slave trade, had been cruising for a month near Cape Palmais, and under pretence of taking them to a better place, had secured 500 negroes, who were immediately placed between decks, many of them in irons. When the captain (Simon) was ashore, and part of the crew in a boat alongside, the negroes procured firearms, and shot all but the doctor and two of the sea men, whom they retained to steer the ship. Captain Simon came within gun-shot several times afterward, but was not allowed to come on board. The 'Cmli Regina was towed into Nonrovia, where she was left in ,the possession of the purser of the Ethiope. FIvE HUNDREn DOLLARs DAMAGE Foa RE FUSING A COLORED MAN'S VOTE.-A suit which has heretofore excited no little interest, has just been decided in Warren county. At the election for State officers on the 14th of Octo ber, 1856, a " colored" man named, Jesse Beck ley, some few shades darker than alabaster, offered his vote at the Fourth Ward polls.- and it was refused by the Judges,, Rufus K. Paine, Wm. H. Glass and Michael Cleary, upon the ground that he was not a " citizen of the Uni ted States," according to the meaning of the act.of Congress. Ceckley had taken several friends with him as witnesses to the tender of his vote, and its refusal by the Judges, for the purpose of testing the question in the Courts, in case he was not permitted to vote. Upon the same day after, his ballot had been rejected, he commenced suit agiinst the Election Judges, laying his damages at S1,000. The City as sumed the responsibility of the defence, and instructed the City Solicitor to contest the claim. The case w'as tried three times in the Courts of this city, and each instance thejury failed to agree. Upon a motion by Beckley's cou'sel, and venue was changed to Warren county, and the case came up for trial on Mon day morning last. The City was represented by Judge Hart and. Mr. Probasco, and the Plaintiff by Messrs. Getchell and Chambers. The case occupied the attention- of the Codrt for nearly two days, when the Jury returned a verdict for the plaintiff of fiv6 hundred dol lars. A new trial was granted by the Court. Cincinnati Gazette June .24. feldw; air enon h looking horse, to the front of the office at which Joseph does the needful trimmiig for his fellow citizens, and halloed "Say-understand you- want to boy a hoss here, at this shop I" Banker leaned against-.the;aide of, the doq,. half opened his eyes, shut 'em again, gazed - sleepily at the bipedal and then at the qhadrupe dal animal, and at last said " How much ?" "A huidred and fifty dollar.,' was the reply. "Can't give it, ny friend. You're a good fel low, I don't doubt; but I can't give that price. Some judge of horse-flesh, myself." " Well, say what you will give I" exclaimed the horse merchant-" I want to sell." - " Tell what!" drawled Joe, very sleeily-" tell what-Ill give yogmwenty-live dollars for that horse." " He's wuth more," said the jockey, tossing his leg over the saddle and sliding slowly to the ground-" but I never was tite man to let a hum dred and twenty-live dollars split mec in a hoss trade! lie's yourn!' Now is THE TI1.-" Not yet," said a little boy, as he was busy with his trap and ball; " when I grow older,' I will think about my soul." The little boy grew to be a young man ; when I see my business prosper, then I shall have more time than now." Business (lid prosper. " Not yet," said the matn of business ; "m children must have my care; when they arc settled in life, I shall lbe letter ab~le to attend to religion." He lived to be a grey-headed ohl man. "Not yet," still labe ried ; " I shall soon retire from ti-ade, and then I shall have nothing elso to do but to read anad prav." AndI so he died; lhe 'put off' to another time what should have been done when a 'hsild. lie lived without God, and died without hope ! Bnoc~cG PMnDox.-1towlfand Hill was always annoyed when there happened to be any noise in the chapel, or when anything happened to di vert the attention of his hearers from what he was saying. On one occasion, a few days befor e his death, he was treated to onie of the most crowded congregations that ever assembled to hear him.-In the middle of his discourse he oh served a commotion ini thme gallery. For some time he took no notice of it but finding it in-. creasing, he paused in his sermon, and lookim in the direction ini which the conf'usion prevailed, he exclaimed: - "What's the matter there ? The devil seema to have got among you." A plain, country looking man immediately started to his feet, and addressing Hill in reply, said: "No, sir, it aren't the devil as is doing it ; it's a fat lady wot's fainted, and she is a very fat 'un, an don't seem likely to come out again in a hnrry.". "Oh, that's it, is it ?" observed Mr. Hill, draw ing his hanad acrosis his chitn, "then I beg the lady's pardon-and the devil's, too." BaUTas LaovE MEN MonEs THAN WoMEn.-A writer in the Atlantic Monthsly puts it thus: " Kate, the other day, was asserting a wifes right to control her own property, andf inciden tally advocating the equality of the sexes-a touchy point with her-i put in : " Tell me, then, Kate, why animals form stron ger attachments to men than women ? Your dog, your parrot, and even your cat, already prefer me to you. How can you account for it, unless you allow there is more in us to respect 'and to love?" "I acount for it," said she, with a most decided nod, " by affinity between you and brtes." SoUTHEaN ARTH METzc.-Morgan H. ILooney, Principal of the flourishing seminary at-Fayette- A ville, in this State, has gorsten out an arithmetic which is an honor tpt the-State. It is entirely - southern in its origidi and completion. . Its au thor is a Georgian ; the paper on*mi t is published was manufactured I 'it was printed in Newnan, and-BoundW mAtl faWe have had the time to examine lteonljf partially, but from our knowledge of the'samthor, we may afte recommend it.-..Tameraes dradr