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Written for the Advertiser.
THE SECOND WIFE;
OR, CIECUXSTANCES ALTERS OASES.
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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