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For seats, apply at our Office at the American Hotel, Woodward House, Staunton, Va. HARMAN & BROWN, Proprietors. July 4, 1855. —tf To the Public. This is to inform the people who deal in Alexandria, and even those who have been dealing in other cities, and who wish to purchase, the coming Fall or Winter, anything in the way of Stoves, to look the way; the arrangements which I have made this Summer enable me to sell at prices which must stop the purchaser from going North. If you wish to purchase wholesale, I can suit you, at retail, I can suit you, no matter what kind you may want, as all the same. I am bound to put you through. The fact is, I intend to sell, and just bring the money and I’ll prove it. My stock is the largest and the most complete that has ever been offered in this city, which will be augmented from time to time as the demand may require... I desire all who may want anything in the way of Stoves to call and examine for themselves, and if I can satisfy them, why then I’ll give it up. Take Notice.—Every Stove that I sell and recommend, shall answer the purpose for which I Recommend it, sir, it may be returned at my GRIMES. No. 14, Fairfax St., Alex. Va. Alexandria, Aug. 22, 1855.—1855. Fall Supplies. 1855. Ferguson, stationery and FANCY GOODS. A MORRIS, 187 Main street, Richmond, is now opening his usual large and elegant stock of Boots, FARM STOCK, and GOODS. Goods, etc., for the sale of all kinds of goods, which he would respectfully ask the attention of the merchants of Virginia, North Carolina, and Tennessee, visiting the city—assuring them of as complete a stock to select from as can be found in any market, and upon terms as fair and as liberal terms. A. M is sole agent for the sale of the celebrated Pianos manufactured by Worcester, and will supply them at factory prices. Blank Books of every description constantly on hand and manufactured to order. Blank Books of every description executed in the best manner. Sept. 5, 1855. PROTECTION FROM LIGHTNING. The subscribers offer their services to the public generally, and feeling thankful for the kind patronage heretofore so liberally bestowed on them, take this method of informing them that they are prepared to erect on the shortest notice the best and latest improved LIGHTNING. These Rods have been approved by all the scientific men in the Country, and the Pumps the Best and most expensive extant, being made of Copper and Lead Pots with more Silver, which adds greatly to the value. The Rods afford by the Point being really and permanently by the force at all times constituting a sure and safe conductor of Electricity. The subscribers warrant them to be a perfect Light Conductor in every particular, and can only be against imperfect Rods. RAKER & CO. OFFICE TO Mark H. Ward, Wood-lover, John C. Charles Moore, R. Jackson; Walter X. Newman, Newark: Bowman & Sybert, Harrisonburg, May. R. Grattan, John Craua, Sr., Mt. Crawford. June 6, 1833. Police to Benjamin's Visit. VISITING RICHMOND THIS FALL. I would most respectfully call the attention of Merchants, Farmers, and Others visiting Richmond this fall, to my large and general  1883. ALBEM ARLE A BICYCLE STORE. We are respectfully informed that we have recently received a new shipment of Slates, including those from the North and South, which we are proud to offer at the lowest possible prices. Our stock includes a wide range of building materials, including slate, iron, and steel, all of the highest quality. We are proud to announce that we have recently received a new shipment of Slates, including those from the North and South, which we are proud to offer at the lowest possible prices. Our stock includes a wide range of building materials, including slate, iron, and steel, all of the highest quality. 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Staunton, Aug. 3, 1855 DESIRABLE HOME FOR SALE. The subscriber being desirous of selling, offers for sale the House and Lot now resides, situated in the town of Augusta, Augusta county, Va. The buildings are well arranged, as to convenience and comfort, Waynesboro is directly on the Virginia Central Railroad, and is regarded as one of the most thriving villages in the State. Terms will be liberal, and the property shown by the subscriber to any person. Waynesboro, Aug. 15, 1835. Notice. THE notes and accounts of D. W. C. Slauk, up to the 1st inst., are in my hands for collection. All persons indebted are requested to come forward immediately and make payment, as it is very important to the business without delay. Staunton, July 13, 1835. Dr. JOHN M. BALDWIN Offers his professional services to the citizens of Augusta and vicinity. Office on Main Street, on the door above the Woodward House. Staunton, Oct. 17, 1835. It is stated that the LEVY'S GOLD WATER has arrived. Send in your or waiting. Orders, and oblige your order. T. COCHRAN. Staunton, Aug! Interior Tobacco, JUST to hand and for sale a supply of Natural Chewing Tobacco of superior quality. J. M. POETRY. Hopes and Fears. Our hopes are like the wreaths of foam That glitter on each shining wave, When with a gushing sound they come The white and thirsty head to lave. The waters part—the ripples glimmer A moment on the silent shore, And vanish as the hopes that seem A moment bright, and are no more. Seeking for love, for fame, for power, To the fair threads of life we cling, For hope we cull a withered flower And tune a harp with broken string. And hope will shed a glimmering ray O flight on pleasure’s ruined shrine, For mouldering columns still look gay When summer sunbeams o’er them shine. Though severed by love’s magic chain, Still to its broken charms we trust, And hope to mend the links again. When grief has eaten them like rust. Frail as the bubbles on the beach That hope may be—a transient beam, But rest of joy, ’tis sweet to teach The heart to hush its grief and dream. Our hopes are like the flowers that bloom Upon the mountain’s verdant side, That mountain’s heart a burning tomb, Crested by the lava’s scorching tide. They spring and flourish, fade and die, Like human hopes—as trail and fair, While unenchless fire beneath them lie, Like human passions hidden there. Our fears are like the clouds that shed Their gloom across the summer sky, When life is fairest, some wild dread Of grief is ever hovering nigh. The gloom may pass—the shadows fade, And sunlight only seem to reign, But still there is a lingering shade, A fear that clouds will come again. Where the bright wells of gladness spring, Hope will the youthful heart decay, But fear is hovering there to sing A shadow on the path of Joy. A canker-worm within the fruit, A serpent in the linnet’s nest, A sentry e'er grim and mute, Is fear within the human breast. A rainbow never spans the sky, But some dark spirit of the storm, With sable plume, is hovering nigh, To watch its way and fairy form. Hope never chants her fairy song, Or bids a rest beneath her wing, But fear, with all his phantom throng, Is in the distance hovering. We seek the laurel wreath of fume, And all her fickle favors trust, To live—perchance without a name, And find the chaplet turned to dust. Life wears away,'mid smiles and tears— The wedding peal, the funeral toll; But though overshadowed still by tears, Hope is the sunlight of the soul. MISCELLANY. First Under Fire. Soldiers who have been engaged in “the dreadful revelry” of war are often asked how they felt witnessing performing their duty in the heat of battle. I believe that—allowance made for all varieties with temperament—there is far greater similarity in the sensations than is commonly supposed; and that, although habit Plums, to a certain extent, the perception of danger it never takes off the keenness of its edge.— The impressions of this kind made upon my mind as a fighting soldier in Mexico are still quite fresh. The soldier's love of novelty and excitement is more than a counterpoise to all depressing influences; and at no period of his career does his spirit show itself more buoyant than when he has been ordered out on a campaign. It is only after he has endured some of the stern realities of the situation that he begins to cast a nervous glance or two upon the road before him. One of the most common and natural of the sources of apprehension that disturb the young soldier, and one which his first engagement always finally discloses of, is a fear that his faculties may be so paralyzed by the spectacle of carnage during an encounter that, being rendered faint and incapable of performing his duty, the stain of cowardice may taint his chancier. With his first battle this apprehension vanishes, and he discovers that when he is once fairly in action the excitement is always, and his whole energy is concentrated on the work on hand. Comrades fall wounded around him and are scarcely noticed; there is no time for pity, fear, or anything but action. I am a Scotchman by birth, but enlisted into the American service. It was not my fortune to come to close quarters with the enemy until I had been nearly three months in Mexico. I consequently experienced a portion of that uneasy state of feelings which I have just mentioned before first meeting the enemy face to face. I had become familiar with the sound, and with the tury, too, of shot and shell in trenches at Vera Cruz, and was on easy terms with them. Constant rumors of attacks, meditated on our rear, had helped also to keep the idea of close conflict familiar. In camp at Vera Cruz, I had become acquainted with an old soldier, Billy Wright, a fellow countryman, who had served in his youth under Wellington, and been in several engagements without receiving any serious wounds. He had also fought with the Indians in the Florida war. I frequently talked with this comrade on the subject of my first engagement; and his advice to me invariably was that, as soon as firing had commenced, I should fire and load as expeditiously as possible, taking good aim; in which case he assured me that I should feel all right after the first few rounds. Poor old fellow! I passed him, as he sat down, after the first few rounds at my first battle, Cerro Gordo, wounded; but he recovered from the wound. However, and was sent home to receive a pension. We had lain inactive four or five days at Plan del Bio, a few miles from the enemy’s strong position at Cerro Gordo, when Gen. Scott, having arrived and examined as closely as possible the enemy’s strength and position, at once decided on his plan of action. In pursuance of his design, Gen. Twiggs, with his division, comprising the regiment to which I belonged, was ordered to advance by a newly discovered route through the bottom of a ravine, and to gain a commanding position on the top of a high unfortified hill. It was while moving down the ravine, which had been partially cleared by our troops, and while waiting until a party of the rifles should have beaten up a suspicious-looking bit of chaparral in front, that we began to feel that we were on the point of meeting with the enemy; but we had no expectation of anything more than a skirmish. A shot or two from the muskets of the enemy was following by the cracking of our rifles; and at double quick time we descended to the bottom of a steep hill, partly covered with brushwood, on the top of which stood a body of the Mexican infantry busily engaged in firing down upon us as we came in sight. Luckily for us their firing did not little damage; and, ordered to charge, we, with loud hurrah, began running up the hill. When near the summit we began to fire, and the Mexicans went off as quickly as our shot, closely pursued by us up the hill. An effort was made by some of our captains to form their men into companies as they reached the top; but they could collect only a few, and soon gave up the attempt. We pursued the flying Mexicans down the opposite side of the hill, which was only divided from Cerro Gordo by a ravine, across which the enemy’s battery fired grape among us; while some thousands of infantry, clustered like bees on the top and sides of Cerro Gordo, kept up against us an incessant fire of musketry. Our men now began to fall fast; and it was partly owing to the proverbial having fired of the Mexicans that our small party of two and seven hundred— for the united regiments of rifles and artillery did not number more—was not annihilated. As it was our killed and wounded amounted to about two hundred. The affair lasted between two and three hours, and this was the first time of my meeting the foe face to face. I found the meeting, after all, not such a terrible affair as I had fancied. To say that I felt no fear on going into action would be a senseless boast. I did feel considerable apprehension on the first burst, and until heated to a degree of preternatural excitement. After the first few minutes after the fall of a wounded comrade would at the best only cause it to be said, "Poor fellow! There’s Smith (or Thompson) down. The first whom I saw wounded in this action was a rifleman. Just as we reached the top of the hill, he dropped his rifle with a cry of anguish, staggering to the rear. A musket ball had entered his mouth. The horror imprinted on his features, made a deep impression on me at the moment and the recollection of it haunted me long afterwards. After our return to the bottom of the hill, from which we had started in pursuit of the enemy, the excitement of action having gradually passed away, we still felt very tired, and were soon on the ground preparing our rest. The groans of the wounded men, who were collected on a plot of grass close by, and over whom our surgeons were busy during the whole night, distressed us and prevented sleep for a few hours. At length fatigue prevailed. Next morning the regiment to which I belonged, together with the rifles and sixth infantry, had the duty assigned to us of charging the hill of Cerro Girdo. While performing my share of that duty, I again felt the same intense excitement, swallowing up all perception of personal danger and making me feel as if the ground were air. As on the former occasion, this state gradually wore off, and was succeeded by a feeling of great lassitude. I also observed both in myself and others certain indications of a fullness of the heart and an inclination, not easily subdued, to shed tears, which lasted for some time after the action. Goethe, in his campaign in France, after a preliminary account of having ridden out to a battery on which the French were then playing, for the express purpose of realizing in person the effect said to be produced by coming in range of the guns during a cannonade, has described his sensations (known as the cannon fever) thus: "In the midst of these circumstances, I was soon able to remark that something unusual was taking place within me. I paid close attention to it, and still the sensation can only be described by similitude. It appeared as if you were in a very hot place, and at the same time quite penetrated by the heat of it, so that you felt yourself quite one with the element in which you stood. The eyes lose nothing of their strength and clearness; but it is as if the world had a kind of brown red tint, which makes the situation as well as the surrounding objects more impressive. I was unable to perceive any agitation of the blood; but everything seemed rather to be swallowed in the glow of which I speak. From this, then, it is clear in what sense this condition can be called a fever. It is remarkable, however, that the horrible, uneasy feeling from it is produced in us solely through the ears." Most persons who have been in a similar situation will doubtless recognize the general truth of this description. Yet it is not a complete account of the soldier in active participation of battle. There is then an end of horrible, uneasy feeling; he is not shocked, but pleased—exhilarated. Many a comrade tells me, For his own part, what is always feeling myself, that in the day of battle, war acts on the blood like wine. George's brown red tint, apparently enveloping surrounding objects, I have often heard soldiers describe as a thing they had remarked when in action; and I can confirm it from my own experience. The most trying situation for a soldier in front of an enemy occurs when he is placed with his corps in reserve after the action has commenced. He listens to the firing, and perhaps sees, now and then, a batch of wounded carried to the rear, while he is every moment anxiously expecting his own orders to move forward. Then he is fidgety and nervous. On these occasions, I have observed in many of those around me, as well as in my own person, a restless uneasiness of manner, a desire to be doing something, manifesting itself in a variety of ways. The order to advance brings sudden relief, and the troop gladly rushes on the danger that it was so irksome to stand by and see. Household Hints. An Experienced Officer. A young man of eighteen or twenty, a student in a university, took a walk one day with a professor who was commonly called the student’s friend. Such was his kindness to the young men it was his office to instruct! While they were walking together and the professor was seeking to lead the conversation to grave subjects, they saw a pair of old shoes lying in their path, which they supposed belonged to a poor man who had been fitting his days' task. The young student turned to the professor saying, "Let us play the man a trick; we will hide his shoes, and conceal ourselves behind those bushes and watch his perplexity when he cannot find them." "My dear friend," answered the professor, "we must never abuse ourselves at the expense of the poor. But you are rich and you may give yourself a much greater pleasure by means of this poor man. But a dollar into each shoe, and then we will hide ourselves." The student did so, and then placed himself with the professor behind the bushes close by, through which they could easily watch the laborer, aim as if he could see whatever wonder or joy he might express. The poor man had soon finished his work and came across the field to the path, where he had his coat and shoes. While he put on the coat, he slipped one foot into one of his shoes; but feeling something hard, he stopped and found the dollar! Astonishment and wonder were seen upon his countenance. He gazed upon the dollar, turned it round, and looked at it again and again; then he looked around him on all sides, but could see no one. He put the money into his pocket and then proceeded to put on the other shoe; but how great was his surprise when it found the other dollar! His feelings overcame him—he saw that the money was a present—and fell upon his knees, looked up to heaven and uttered a loud and fervent thanksgiving, in which he spoke of his wife's sick, and helpless, and his children without bread, whom this timely bounty from some unknown hand had saved from perishing. The young man stood there deeply affected, and tears filled his eyes. "Now," said the professor, "are you not better pleased than if you had played your intended trick?" "Oh, dearest sir, answered the youth, "you have taught me a lesson that I will never forget! I feel now the truth of the words, which I never before understood." Roy Swindling. — Or, how to obtain a splendid Curpel. It was lately said the King of Naples was likely to embroil himself in a war with England. The King had committed one of those petty acts of mean swindling that a despot can lawfully practice. The whole plot is thus clearly developed: King Ferdinand of Naples, it appears, ordered a splendid set of carpets from an English manufacturer which were made to size, and ornamented with the royal arms. The manufacturer accompanied his goods to Naples, which were refused, on the impertinent ground that they were never ordered, although he produced the order in writing. He was told to sell them, but that was impossible, as they had the royal arms on them. He was commanded to put them on board ship and export them. He did ship them and had to pay export duty. The vessel was then refused a clearance, and the carpets were landed. He was then told to sell them by auction. A very low bidding was made, and no advance followed; and he not allowed to buy them in. He got for them much less than the export duty he had paid. But what became of the Carpets? They were actually bought at auction by one of the King’s agents, against whom none dared to compete, and now cover the flours of the palace for which they had been fabricated. The manufacturer complained to the British consul, who demanded redress, but it was refused. But since the fall of Sevastopol, the King became frightened, and has offered a pecuniary reparation for this attempted royal swindling. His coin will probably be accepted, as Great Britain can claim nothing beyond ample reparation for this individual injustice. When watches are stolen from the jewelers, it is inferred that no proper watch is kept upon the premises. Confirmation of the Scriptures. After all the attention which has been given to Layard’s discoveries among the ruins of Nineveh, we doubt where the public mind in general is fully aware of the nature and extent of the confirmation which they bring to the truth of Scripture history. It may be useful here to set out, in the briefest form, a specimen of some of the general results of these discoveries. They show in conformity with the tenor of Scripture, that the earliest ages were not, as many think, barbarous ages; but that the race of men, originally enlightened from a divine source, had, at first, a high degree of general knowledge which they gradually lost through their defection to idolatry. It has been demonstrated by these excavations, not only that a high state of the arts existed in Nineveh a thousand years before Christ; but also, that in the earliest ages of that city, dating but a few centuries from the flood, their sculptures were the best. In this remarkable result the Egyptian and Assyrian antiquities also agree. It is also proved, contrary to the general impression, that idolatry was introduced when men had a better knowledge of the true God than afterwards prevailed; that it did not grow up as a religion of nature, by the ineffectual attempts of men to find the true God. But it was introduced as an expedient of men in order to obscure what knowledge of God they pleased, because they did not like to retain God in their knowledge. This is shown in the fact, that the earliest representations of God found in these sculptures are the best, and immeasurably exceed anything of the kind existing in after ages; especially in their approach to the true idea of God. So that idolatry came not in for want of light, but by an abuse of light. Men, knowing God, and yet not willing to glorify him as God, became vain in their imaginations, and their foolish heart was darkened. The Scripture accounts of the great antiquity of Nineveh and the Assyrian Empire agree with these records dug out of the ruins of Nineveh. The Scriptures date the building of the city not long after the flood; and the fact that the same marble materials have been used in successive structures, and that ancient buildings had been placed on the ruins of those still more ancient, and other unmistakable indications, the conclusion is made clear, that the city had all the antiquity which the Scriptures ascribe to it. These monuments also bear upon them the record of the fulfillment of the prophecy. Nahum prophesied that the city would be plundered of all its treasures, so that none would be left. Laidard has found, in all his excavations, nothing in the form of gold or silver; a fact which is remarkable, if the city had not thoroughly been plundered before it was burned. The prophet foretold that the invaders would obtain easy access to some portions of the city, and, that, wherever the inhabitants should resort to the strongholds, these would be burnt. Now the ruins show just this result, that some parts of the city were destroyed by fire, and others escaped. But a more striking confirmation is found in the fact, that inscriptions on the ruins of one of the palaces, give the records of the military career of Sennacherib, with just such a list of conquests, and just such a boasting of them, as the Scriptures ascribe to him. For instance, the Bible tells us that Hezekiah rebelled against the King of Assyria; that in the fourteenth year of Hezekiah's reign, Sennacherib came up against all the fenced cities of Judah, and took from Hezekiah three hundred talents of silver and thirty of gold. Now compare this with the historical description on Sennacherib’s palace: “Because Hezekiah, King of Judah, did not submit to my yoke, I took and plundered forty-six of his strong tenced cities and innumerable smaller towns; but I left him Jerusalem, his capital city; and because Hezekiah still refused to pay homage, I attacked and carried off the whole population which dwelt around Jerusalem, with thirty talents of gold and eight hundred talents of silver.” This agrees with the Bible account, except in respect to the quantity of silver. As to this, the one account may describe what was delivered by Hezekiah, and the other the whole product of His plunder. The chamber of Sennacherib’s palace presents, in sculptures and inscriptions, the siege of the Jewish city Lachish. The king is sculptured, in royal pomp, on his throne, and over his head is this inscription: “Sennacherib, the mighty king, king of the country of Assyria, sitting on the throne of judgement before the city of Lachis; I give permission for its slaughter.” In the Scriptures, the destruction of the city of Lachish is represented to have been his most difficult work; and, of course, it was a victory on which he would most plume himself, as these sculptures show that he did. Another coincidence appears in this, that in the historical sculptures there are marks of a sudden and final intermission of the work, such as would naturally follow from the violent death of the king, as described in the Bible. In the ruins of Babylon there is no sculptured marble. The city was all built of brick. The bricks often have characters stamped upon them in one instance a huge palace is formed of bricks thus stamped; and the same characters exhibit the name of “Nebuchadnezzar.” The prominent characteristic of Nebuchadnezzar was it is pride—such as was revealed in that speech: “Is not this great Babylon that I have built, by the might of my power, and for the honor of my majesty?” Now these ruins of the palace, in every brick of them, give just the echo of that boasted speech.— Thus, after so many centuries, God has brought forth, from the ruins of these cities, voices in response to what the inspired penman had recorded so many centuries before. The following conversation, between two gentlemen, was overheard, says the Gateshead Observer, not long ago, by a gentleman in the south of the country: “Aw, say Geordie, man—aw, I've been making a fule of thyself.” “Ay, man, have gotten a wife.” “Ay, this thou knowest an have done the saying thing myself? What kind of body has thou gotten?” “A perfect deeval; man—a perfect deeval.” “Staunch, me, man! I wish mine was no worse than that.” “Worse than that!” responded Geordie; “how can she be worse than that? Isn’t Beelzebub the warst critter a man can have for an acknowledgment in this world?” “Naught of the kind, man—naught of it. Distinct thou knowest what the Bible says? (and thou knows it cannot be wrong.) Bless the devil, and he’ll flee from you but, bless thee, simple soulless man, if you resist my wife she’ll flee at you.” Hearing a man complain that political papers of all kinds “had become such liars, that for his part he did not believe any of them.” reminds me of the old story of the millpr and his three sons.—Coming into the mill, and finding a grist in the hopper, the old inn. ripd out: “Tom, have you tolled this grist?” “Yes sir.” “Bill, have you tolled this grist?” “Yes sir.” “Sam, have you tolled this grist?” “Yes sir.” “You are all a pack of lying scoundrels,” says the old man. “I don’t believe a word you say I’ll tell it myself.” Good Advice.—Among the many good things in the varacrated memoirs of Rev. Sydney Smith, is the following:—“When you meet with the frost let it rouse you to exertion, instead of mortifying your pride. Set about lessening those defects which expose you to neglect, and improve those excellencies which command attention and respect.” This is excellent advice. Somebody—we don’t know whom, but a close observer of human nature—says: “There are not many folks in the world who would do anything for God’s sake, if the devil was dead.” A classic youth says that if the Naiads were constantly bathing, he presumes from their name that the Dryads were the ones who brought them their towels. A female schoolteacher in her advertisement stated that she was mistress of her own tongue—“if that’s the case,” said a caustic old bachelor, “he can’t ask too much for her services.” Laughter. Professor Flogel devotes 270 pages to a profoundly philosophical investigation of the origin, use, and benefit of laughter generally, and treats of its different causes and aspects under thirty-seven distinct heads.—He is able to inform us how to judge a man’s character and disposition by hearing him laugh. The melancholy man’s laugh is a poor hi, hi, hi!—the choleric temperament shows itself in a he, he!—the phlegmatic in a cheerful ha, ha, ha!—and a sanguine habit is betrayed by its own characteristic ho, ho, ho. I've heard minister Review. Two hundred and seventy pages devoted to laughter! But not too many. As a remedial agent, nothing equals it. One hearty laugh every day, will cure each and all who are sick, or any way alling of whatever complaint, and keep those in health always well! The laugh cure will even beat the water cure, potent as it is.—And the two combined, if universally applied, would soon close every apothecary shop, lay every physician, water cure included, on the shelf, and banish every form of disease from among men. All its giggles effectually stir up every visceral organ, churn the stomach and bowels more effectually than anything else can possibly do—hence, the easy laughers are always fat—hurry the blood throughout the system with a real rush, burst of pen closed pores, and cast out morbid matter most rapidly—for how boot does hearty laughter induce free perspiration—so the brain in motion to manufacture emotions, thoughts, and mentality, as nothing can excite it! and universally practiced would be worth more to the race, than if California gold deposits covered the whole heart! Only when fully tried, can it be duly appreciated.—Laughter is life; while sadness and long-faced sedateness is death. A medical neighbor tells the following: While on a picnic excursion with a party of young people, discerning a crow’s nest on a rocky precipice, they started in great glee to see who would reach it first. Their haste being greater than prudence, some lost their holds, and were seen rolling and tumbling down the hill-side, bonnets smashed, clothes torn, postures ridiculous, &c., but no one hurt. Then commenced a scene of the most violent and long-continued laughter, and which, being all young people well acquainted with each other and in the woods, they indulged to a perfect surfeit. They roared out with merry peal on peal of spontaneous laughter; they expressed it by hooting and hallooing when ordinary laughter became insufficient to express the merriment they felt at their own ridiculous situations, and those of their mates; and ever afterwards the hate mention of the crow-nest scene, occasioned renewed and irrepressible laughter. Years after one of their number fell sick, became so low that she could not speak, and was about breathing her last. Our informant called to see her, gave his name, and tried to make himself recognized, but failed, if he mentioned the crow’s nest, at which she recognized him and began to laugh, and continued every little while renewing it, and from that time began to mend, recovered, and still lives a memento of the laugh cure. The very best application of laughter is in connection with intellect, as in the soul-stirring speech where some public Fully or wrong is held up to merited ridicule—the location of fruitfulness at the side of causality indicating their concurrent exercise. But whether we laugh wisely or foolishly, at something or nothing; at ourselves or others; let us have many times a day, and laugh off many of those ills and petty annoyances at once, over which too many now fret and cry. Sufferings of a Shipwrecked Crew.—Among the passengers by the Tay, from Brazil, are Mr. Edwin Gardner, master of the bark Enterprise, wife and child. The Enterprise was bound from Callao to Queenstown, and left the former place, loaded with guano, on the 26th of May. On the 25th of July she encountered heavy weather, which carried away her rudder, and otherwise so damaged her stern that she leaked to such a degree that it was found necessary to abandon her the next day. Accordingly, the whole of the crew and passengers took to the long boat, with the intention of reaching Montevideo, six miles distant. During this perilous voyage, in a somewhat crazy boat, Mrs. Gardner was safely delivered of a daughter, under circumstances of extraordinary privation and hardship, which continued without intermission for fourteen days. During that period these unfortunate people were exposed to tempestuous weather, cold and wet, and their food was saturated with salt water, and for the last day or two they had no fresh water to drink, added to the havoc that death was making among their small party, in all, must have been terrible. The carpenter, Israel Powell, was the first victim, on the 5th; Wm. Nori, cook, on the 6th; and William Thompson, boy. On the 9th of August. Their sufferings from drinking salt water, and occasionally madness carried them off. On the 9th of August, the Orient, Capt. Antonio, of and from Valparaiso, bound to Marseilles, full in with the sufferers, in latitude 39 30 S., Ion. 50 W., took them on board, and treated them with every kind of kindness in his power to bestow. On the 10th, the boy, James Ladson, died. On the 11th, the Orient spoke the Cornelia L. Bevan, Capt. Focke, from Baltimore, bound to Montevideo. At the hospital at this port, the boy Richard Oliver died on September 5, from gangrene in his feet, caused by exposure. Through all this terrible trial, Mrs. Gardner and the child survived, and both are improving in health. Capt. Gardner speaks highly of the kindness of the Montevideans, and also of Captains Antonio and Focke. The Law and the Constitution.—A new, or some say, an old reading of this caption is had as follows: Judge Willey, as he was called, was once presiding in San Augustine county, when a legal bully attempted to intimidate him. Thompson having succeeded in packing a jury to suit his purpose, turned his attention to the Court and remarked— “If your Honor pleases, here is the law which governs this case,” at the same time drawing a Bowie-knife of an unusual size and laying it before him across an open book. “Forewarned, forewarned,” said the Judge, and drawing from Under his hunting shirt, not a chisel, but a horse-pistol, he very calmly rejoined— ‘This, sir, is the constitution, and is paramount to the law.’ Mr. Thompson, finding himself thus matched, peaceably acquiesced. The ‘belter part of valor’ is discretion,” says Falstaff. For Butter Making.—The Massachusetts Committee on Dairies says: Your committee having much experience in butter making, offer the following rules as the result of their experience: The newer and sweeter the cream, the sweeter and higher flavored will be the butter. The air must be fresh and pure in the room or cellar where the milk is set. The cream should not remain on the milk over thirty-six hours. Keep the cream in tin pails or sieve pots, into which put a spoonful of salt at the beginning; then stir the cream lightly every morning and evening; this will prevent it from molding and souring; churn as often as once a week, and as much of butter as circumstances will permit. Upon churning, add the cream upon all the milk in the dairy. Use nearly an ounce of salt to a pound of butter.—Work the butter over twice to free it from butter milk and brine, before lumping and packing. Beware that it is entirely free from every particle of buttermilk, and it will keep as long as desired. Noted Fashions.—A London letter to the Petersburg Intelligencer, says: “Miss Coutts, the homely lady who fell in love with the handsome Mario, lives in the Strand, is worth £5,000,000, and notwithstanding her wealth, is hated by every lady. Another distinguished character, Lady Byron, resides near our present quarters.” Admiral Duncan’s address to the officers who came on board his ship for instructions, previous to the engagement with Admiral de Winter, was both laconic and humorous: “Gentlemen, you see a severe winter approaching: I have only to advise you to keep up a good fire.” Eating Oysters. 