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Feet measured on anatourical principles. Toronto, March 18th, 1854. 27 -.-<@ HARCOURT'S CLOTHING STORE, " KING STREET EAST. : APP HLE Subscribe thas just received a very su- i erior assortment of West of England Ne Cloths, Cassimeres, Doeskins, Tweeds, Vesting of the newest pattern and material. Every article belonging to a gentleman's com- | On Band's ge O. HARCOURT, 11, King Street East, plete outfit kept pete yee ma, 13--im. ak Doetry. The Freeman's Challenge. From the N. ¥. Tribune. -- " Come on, then, gentlemen of the Slave States! Since there is no escaping your challenge, 1 accept itin behalf of the cause of Freedom. We will engage in competition for the virgin soil of Kansas, an:! God give the victory to the side that is stronger in numbers, as itis in right.."--W. H. Seward, in the U. S. Senate, May 25, 1854. Corne from the borders of the Old Dominion ! Come from the empire ot the whip and chain! Come to the battle of renewed opinion, Roused from the slumber where it long has lain! The soil is wasting, for the slave is master, Ruling by terror in his owner's breast, And blind devotion to the chain still faster Hastens the virgin soil to needed rest. ' Corne from the Dismal Swamp ofslavish terror! Come from the fields where toils the sighing slave! Come to the battle of the Truth with Error, While in our prime we dig Oppression's grave! Freedom points onward with a glorious bearing, And bids the nation to.a splendid noon, And as she nerves us toa holy daring, _ She:gives the earnest of her richest boon! Come from the borders of the far savannah-- Come from the everglades of hopeless doom! Come where the Freeman with a Joud hosannah Shouts in exemption from the despot's gloom. The pulse is beating with anew emotion-- The arm is lifted in an effort strong-- Our hearts are throbbing like the throb of ocean, With vows undying at the bloody Wrong. Come from the cane-fields where the lash grows longer! Come from' the cabin of the wretched thing! Come from, the region where the bonds grow stronger, ; ; And life's 'red blood from bleeding hearts they wring ! Come from the slavemart where the human chattel Buries his love, and dearest ties are spurned! Come to the Freeman's now anending battle, For bolder teachings in the Right are learned. Come from the Senate-hall and dull convention ; Come from the pulpit and the crowded bar ; We take the challenge for the long contention,. And gird our armour for a ceaseless war! Coie from the waters of the Alabama-- Come on, O builders of a nation's doom! We take the challenge; for the bloody drama Must have an end, and Freedom fill its room. Come on, then, Spoilers of the weak and lowly ! Come with your purposes of crime and wrong! The North awakened with an ardour holy, Vows with a'newer hope and vision strong! We have been shaken from our trusting slumbers! Now watch we well, with weapons true and bright! God give the victory to Truth's fervid numbers! God give the victory to Truth and Right! - Hamppen: Literature. PDDDLALAALY Mittie, the Blind Child, AO BY MARY IRVING. Did you ever thank God for you eyes, dear children? Those: two bright, clear, happy eyes, that He has given to drink in the pleasant sunshine, the beauty of the flowers, the glory of the rainbow, and the sweetness of your dear mother's smile! Listen, now, to the story of a child to whom He never gave eyes to look upon any of these beauti- ful things. It wason asunshiny morning--somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic ocean--that a gentleman, whom seasickness had imprisoned in his state-room since the first roll of the ship, took courage, from.a cup of coffee and the calmness of the sea, to crawl upon deck. As he stood at the head of the narrow stair- way, clutching a rope to support his totter- ing steps, he heard a glad child's laugh.-- Looking up, he saw a little girl, about five years old, quite at her ease, on the turning and rolling floor, trying to "jump rope" with a knotted end of ship rigging, which had been given her by an old sailor. The brisk breeze had brightened her cheeks, and curled her flowing hair in no very orderly manner. Mr. L., thought of his own little daughter over the ocean, and his eyes fill- ed. " Come to me my dear!" he kindly called, reaching his hand towards the child. She stopped her play, looked up, as though half frightened, half astonished; and then began carefully to creep toward the out- stretched hand. He lifted her to. his lap, and kissed her coral lips. "Whose little girl are you?" he inquired. "Tm nobody's little girl," she replied, 'n a touching tone. " Only God takes care of me--and sometimes Captain I a " How, where is your mamma? " "Mamma is in Burrampooter ; I'm not her little girl any more"'--here a tear rolled down her cheek. "I'm going to New York," she said, " to be uncle's little girl But New York is a great way off, isn't it, sir? " : " Nota very long way, my child--you will soon see your uncle." "T can't see, sir," she said, softly. Mr. L. startled, and looked down into those bright, dark, intelligent eyes. Alas! it was too true! they were darkened windows, through which the soul could never look! " Mittie! hey, Mittie!" called a bluff voice as the captain's varnished hat appeared from behind the mast. "Eh, birdie, what new nest have you found?" With a start and a bound, Mittie jumped into his rough arms, and laid her cheek up- on the shoulder of his shaggy coat sleeve. "So-ho, shipmate," continued the captain, addressing Mr. L. " you are aloft at last-- Nothing like a stiff nor'wester for taking the saree out of you landsfolk." And he laugh- ed. " But this little girl, Captain I , how happens she to be alone on the wide world of waters?" "Can't say," returned the captain, with a dubious shake of his shining hat. "She's -a stray waif that I picked up on the Liver- | pool docks. Don't know her belongings ; she ly-raised letters. she should see like other children! was labelled for New York, it seems. Her name--what's the balance of it sea-bird? " he asked. ; - " Mittie Wythe Hamilton," lisped the child who had already found her way back to her bit of rope, and sat against the ships railing, tossing up hands at every new dash of spray. "JT was named for Uncle Wythe, and he told mamma to send me." Her face cloud- ed for an instant, then brightened again in the sunshi.-e. « Poor blind pet! so far as I can make out her story from one thing and another, she is the child of missionaries in India. Poor creatures, they could not bring her over them- selves, and I dare say she was getting no good in that heathenish land; so it seems they put her in charge of an English lady, name I've forgotten, who set out to join her husband somewhere in Canada. But she sickened and died before the .barque Sally reached England, and the poor thing was left friendless and helpless. What the cap- tain and mate of the Sally were thinking of I don't know; but they put the child on dry land, with the balance of the passengers, and | set sail without so much as looking up a New York packet. Alone in Liverpool--and it's no place for a blind child, sir, to say nothing of one that's got eyes--I found her amusing herself pretty much as you see her now, with bits of chips, at the corner of a ship yard! 'How the creature had lived, T can't say. ll believe after this, shipmate, there's Godin the sky, who, as she says, keeps watch over children; if he don't over us grown-up sinners! It seems she had never wanted fora berth nor a mess. 'I want to oto New York,' she would say to every stranger who spoke to her. I couldn't have left the little thing--but I don't know where I'm taking her. If I can't anchor her safe- ly, I'll keep her for first mate of the Down;,. hey, sea-bird? " « What could you do with her in that ter- rible storm off Cape Clear? I shudder to recollect that night!" '«' Well, sir, while you were lying flat on your back, and the rest of us were hurrying, hauling and pulling hither and thither, work- ing for dear life against the winds and waves, the pretty creature was rolling about the cabin floor, clapping her hands as though she were in an apple-tree swing, and found it capital fun! When I tumbled down to my locker for five minutes' rest, 1 found her on her knees, in her little night wrapper, saying, 'Our Father,' and I felt sure no storm would sink the ship with her on it!" Poor mother of Mittie! how her heart wrung at sending her blind, trusting child from her arms! But her brother in Ameri- ca had written, telling her that he would provide for Mittie, poor sightless Mittie, who could learn little in that uncivilized Jand.-- 'So with many tears and prayers. that mis- sionary mother had packed her Mittie's small trunk, and placed her under the care of a friend--the English lady before mentioned --to be transported to our country. What but a mother's prayer guarded the helpless darling in her lonely wanderings! " On arriving at New York, Captain I : and Mr. made inquiry everywhere for Mr. Wythe. Directories were searched, streets ransacked, and questions repeated hundreds of times, to no purpose. No re- lative of the poor blind Mittie could be found. , «eave her with me, captain," said Mr. L "T am soon to return to Lon- don, but, before sailing, I will place her in an asylum for the blind, and see that she is comfortably cared for." Instead, however, of placing Mittie in the State Asylum of New York, her friend took her to a Southern city, where he had _busi- ness connections, and left her in one of those beautiful retreats, which nature and art have combined to adorn for those whose eyes tell not night from day, nor beauty from deform- ity. vind voices welcomed the little stranger, but they were voices she had never heard, nor hoped to hear. For the first time since she sobbed yood-bye on her mother's lap, her hope and faith faltered. She felt that she was alone in the world, and she sought out a corner to cry. Had the superintend- ent particularly interested himself in the child he would have found out her history, and probably have sought some communica- tion with her parents. But setting down her name as a charity scholar, he forgot that she was not an orphan. And Mr. L ? His sympathies had been strongly enlisted, and he really intend- ed to find out the mystery. But he was a man of the world, and immersed in its busy cares. Having placed a sum of money for her use in the hands of the director, with permission to apply to him in any emergency, he returned to his English home--and only remembered the blind child of the voyage at moments when his own laughing Carrie climbed into his lap. One among a hundred children, Mittie was well educated in all that the blind can learn, She was taught how to read the Bi- ble, from which her mother had read to her, by passing her small fingers over the curious- She learned,to sew, to braid, and to write--strange thoughts that young head used to frame, for that unsteady hand to jot down in its crooked wanderings over the paper. She learned to sing sweet hymns of her school-mates, and touch for herself the keys of the piano, whose melodies had almost made her fancy herselfin heaven, only that she had been told that in heaven Some- times, in her dreams, she would find herself ona soft couch, with strange perfumes and sounds about her, and would feel warm tears dropping, one by one, on her forehead, while a dear arm pressed her closely. "Mother! dear mother!" Mittie would ery, and wake--to find no mother. Years had passed--when again a ship was nearing the forests of masts in New York harbuur. On the deck sata pale lady, in deep mourning, with traces of tears upon her cheeks. Her children clung about her, with wonder in their faces. "Oh, beautiful America! the America you have so often told us abeut," cried a sweet-voiced girl of twelve. " Mamma, does 'it look as it did when you went away?" "Mamma, did you live in any of those great houses? " "Ma, ma! plenty Pagodas here!" chimed in the youngest boy, whose eye had taken in the numerous church spires. All spoke at once, but the mother answered neither.-- Her heart was too full. She had gone from that shore, a happy bride, and hopeful; she was returning, a widow, broken in health and spirits, to place her children with her rela- tives, and then, as she believed, to lay her bones in the tomb of her kindred. One hope only made her heart bound, and her cheek eréw paler, as she looked on that shore of her nativity, for the first time in twenty years, "Oh, God! could I see all my children before I die!" she faltered. I pass over the scene of her landing, and welcome to the house of her brother. I will not stop to tell you how many wonders the Indian-born children found in American city customs and sights; for I must hasten to the end of my story. "It is impossible, sister," said her brother to the pale lady one morning, in answer to some expression. " The child could never have reached this country. We never, as you know, have traced her farther than Ting- land, and if she had been brought here, she could not have failed to find me, or I her." The widow sighed. "God's will be done!"? she murmured. "But it is hard to feel that my little helpless innocent--my eldest born--was sent from me to perish alone. Often I feel as if it could not be-- as if she were yet alive, and I should find her at some day." Providentially, as it proved, the mother was led to search the catalooues of various institutions for the blind, long in vain. At length she obtained a circular from a dis- tant city, and glanced over it indifferently, so often had she been disappointed. _ Her heart sprung to her lips as she saw the name, " Meta W. Hamilton." « Brother!" she gasped, extending the paper to him. He looked, and shook his head. "I'm afraid you are expecting too much my poor sister. Matilda was your darling's name; and then, how should she stray to that cor- ner of the United States? " But the mother's hope was stronger than her fears. She scarcely ate or slept, weak though she was, until she reached the South- ern city whose name the catalocue had borne. "Hamilton? Yes, we have a pupil by that name," replied the bland superintend- ent, in answer to her first question of tremb- ling eagerness. ' But she is an orphan, madam." " Are you sure, sir? Oh, I must see her at once!" She followed him to the door of a large room, where fifty girls sat, busied with their books and needlework. The buzz of con- versation died, as they heard the sound of strange footsteps, and a hundred sightless were turned toward the door. Near a table, on which lay a bunch of deli- cate straw filaments, sat Mittie Hamilton.-- She had been braiding a bonnet, but her fingers had ceased their work, and, buried in a sort of reverie, she was the only one who did not notice the entrance of a stran- ger, % _ "Was there any distinguishing feature by which you would recognize your daugh- ter, my dear madam ?" asked the gentleman. The mother's eye wandered over the croup, as though she dreaded the confirma- tion of her fears. to lose her last. hope. " Show me the child of whom you spoke," she faltered. "Meta Hamilton,"---but he stopped, for at the lady's first word, Mittie had sprung from her position, and, throwing back the curls from her face, turned wildly from side to side. «What is that?" she cried with out- stretched arms. "That voice--speak again !"' " Mittie, my child!" cried Mrs. Hamilton, springing to her side, and sinking overpow- ered, upon her knees. " Mother, oh mother!" and Mittie fell in- to the arms that had cradled her in infancy. That was a moment never to be forgotten ! Uncle Wythe Harris (for the mistake which had clouded so many years of the lifetime of mother and child, was that of Mittie in substituting--child that she was-- the first name of her uncle for the last) found a pleasant cottage on the banks of the Hud- son for his sister and her now happy family. What a loving welcome the dear girls and boys, whom Heaven had blessed with the power of seeing their sister, gave to the wan derer, Mittie! How she comforted her mo- ther's heart, making her forget her great bereavement--making her even forget to sor- row that she had a blind child, in her joy at feeling that she had another living darling! The sunshine of Mittie's girlhood came back to her spirit. The dear blind girl was the joy of the house. How could anybody cherish a feeling of discontent or peevishness, when that glad voice was pouring out its songs of thankfulness from morning until night! Oh, dear blind Mittie, never more --happy spirit that she was--mourned that God had not given her eyes to see. "He has given me back my mother," she once said, "and these precious brothers and _sis- ters, and He will let me see them all in | heaven! '-- Little Pilgrim. Bruin * Starring." A frightful scene occurred at the theatre at Ozerny, in Bohemia, during the perform- ance of a melo-drama called the " Bear of the Mountain," the principal actor of which was a bruin of such wonderful docility and dramatic talent, that for a lung succession of nights, he attracted overflowing audiences. On this occasion, however, something had put this " star" out of humor, and he was seen to be wanting in those brilliant displays of the histrionic which had. previously. oyer- whelmed him with applause. In the third act, instead of coming down the mountain by a winding path, with the slow and solemn step prescribed in prompter's book, he alighted on the stage at one bound, like the descent of an erolite. On his return behind the scenes he received reproofs, which, instead of improving made his temper more sullen, and it was with difficulty, he was prevailed upon to go through his part. In the last scene he was induced. to commence a waltz with a young and beauti- ful peasant girl, and seemed to take so much enjoyment in the dance, that the whole au- dience rose in their seats, and, standing on the benches, drowned the sound of a power- ful orchestra with their acclamations of won- der and delight. In a moment, however, the joyous spectacle was changed into a scene of terror. A piercing shriek was heard through the tumult, and the lovely dancer was hurdled round with a velocity of a wift wheel, and discharged from her partner's arms headforemost into the. pit, where, however, she was caught by tke audience without damage. The next moment the stage lover of the peasant girl, who had been coquetting in a dance in the distance with a group of ballet dancers, advanced, in the performance of his part, to waltz with the bear. The for- mer catastrophe had been so rapid, that, though his danger was fully perceived by the audence, whose cries were quite loud enough to deter -him, it was evidently un-. perceived by the lover. | The bear was in- stantly on the quz vive, measuring him from top to toe. and flinging his legs around him, began to waltz with such extraordinary boundings, that the astonished lover was soon whirled off his feet, and in another moment was at the top of a stage precipice, and tossed into the surges below. The as- tonishment now, however, had turned into. consternation. The bear was seen dancing forward, evidently pleased with his own ex- ploits, and with his muzzle broken, the nose hanging loose around his neck, and roaring fiercely. ; : The whole audience now started on their feet, rolled over each other, and in their at- tempt to escape choked up the door of the pit, boxes and gallery. The town police were now called in, formed a circle, and charged the bear with fixed bayonets. Firing was out of the question, as the bul- lets which missed the bear must take effect on the audience; but the bear, though left alone, exhibited the adroitnes of education, | and the intrepidity of his nature. A part of his training had been the platoon exercise, and suddenly knocking down a corporal of the guard with one paw, and seizing his musket with the other, he threw his belt over his back, proceeded deliberately to prime and load. The terror of the audience was now extreme, and shrieks were heard from all sides, as he pointed the muzzle to- wards the crowded pit. The guard, which had regarded it as a remarkable effort of city valor to have ap- proached him at all, now widened their circle in all directions, to.a respectable dis- tance from an antagonist armed alike with the ferocity of savage nature and the wea- pons of civilization. But the bear, already long accustomed to military manceuvres, and who had exhibited lately at St. Petersburg, in the pantomime of the battle of Pultowa, palpably took the Sweedish captive, and picked out each of them from their hiding place by a tender touch at the point of the bayonet. In all their fright, the audience roared with laughter; it was evident that his pantomimical recollection was still strong upon him, for he compelled every man of his captives to kneel down upon the stage, strip off his accoutrements, and beg fur his life. A flourish of trumpets should have fol- lowed this unequivocal victory, but the orchestra, half terrified out of their lives by the near neighborhood of the. conqueror, had forgot this part of their duty. The bear now advanced to the front of the stage, growled fiercely at the kettle drummer, and finding that his signal was not obeyed, he made one mighty bound at the drum itself, and rolled into the orchestra. All the per- formers now ran for their lives; desks were tumbled down, fiddles crushed, double bases shattered into fragments, and the sons of Apollo hiding themselves under their bénches, scrambling over the rails, or mak- ing battle with the fragments of their trum- pets and trombones, roared for help. The audience, who saw that he had come so much nearer-by the route of the orches- tra, now tried to make their escape in every direction. Shrieks, and screams, roars and oaths, filled all parts of the theatre; but whether the bear thought that the operation was too tardy, or recollected some of the old scenes of towns taken by storm, he had no sooner prostrated the fiddlers than he sprang gallantly into the pit. Here was all confu- sion worse confounded. 'The rapidity of the flight equalled the terror of the moment, and each was electric; the bear stamping, bound- ing, and roaring, with all the air of a con- queror; and it was not until the theatre was completely cleared, and his roar had entirely subsided that the city guard, gathered from the stage, made a temporary lodgment in one of the lobbies. The commander-in-chief made his ap- proaches with the caution of science, and nothing could be more deliberate than the courage with which he opened the door of the stage box.. There he discovered that the bear had fallen asleep in the lap of vic- tory, and, in fact, was snoring at full length 'on one of the crimson benches in the pit. The Captain of the guard, distinguished in the city of Czerny for his. valor, at this' crisis of affairs boldly ventured forward, and ordered his platoon to fire a volley at the sleeping monster; but before this could be effected, the keepers of the menagerie from which the animal had been borrowed, came in with ropes and nets, and were allowed to supersede the guard. The bear very quiet- ly followed his keepers, and the authorities of the city, on the plea that though bears might make very good actors, Bohemian actors would make very goud bears, pub- lished a proclamation against Bruin's future appearance.--Foreign paper. --" oe Razor Strap Redivivus, The reporter of the San Francisco News, furnishes that paper with the following re- port of a speech made by a California Auc- tloneer : betes " Ladies and gentlemen, I now have the honour of putting up a fine pocket handkert chief; a yard wide, a yard long, and almosr a yard thick; one half cotton, and tothe half cotton, too; beautifully printed with stars and stripes on one side, and the stripes and: stars on t'other; it will wipe dust from the eyes so completely as to be death to dema- gogues, and make politics as. bad a business as printing papers; its dark colour will ena- ble it to hide dirt, and never need washing, voing at one dollar ?--seventy-five cents ?-- fifty cents ?--twenty-five cents?--one bit? Nobody wants it ?--Oh, thank you, sir! "Next gentlemen, for the ladies won't be permitted to bid on this article, it is a real, Simon pure, tempered, highly-pclished keen- edged Sheffield razor; bran spanking new; never opened before to sun-light, moon- light, star-light, aay-light, or gas-light; sharp enough to shave a lawyer, or cut a dis- agreeable acquaintance, or a poor relation, handle of buck-horn; with all the rivets, but. two at the ends, of pure gold: Who will give two dollars? one dollar? half a dollar? Why ye, long-bearded dirty faced reprobates, with not room enough on your phizzes for a Chinese woman to kiss, I'm offering you a bargain at half a dollar! in this strap at halfa dollar!--razor and strap a recent patent; two rubs upon it will sharp- en the city attorney; all for four bits; and a piece of soap--sweeter than roses; lathers: better than a school-master; and strong enough to wash out all stains from a Califor- nia politician's countenance, all for four bits! --why, you have only to put this razor strop and soap under your pillow at night, to wake up in the morning clean shaved; won't any- body give two bits, then, for the lot? I knew I would sell 'em. : "Next, ladies and gentlemen, I offer three pair of socks, hose, stockings or half hose, just as you're mind to callthem. Knit by a machine made on purpose, out of cotton wool ; the man that buys these will be enabled to walk till he gets tired; and, provided his boots are high enough, needn't have any corns; the legs are as long as bills again the corporation, and as thick as the heads of the members of the Legislature; who wants 'em at one half dollar ?--thank-e-e, madam, dol- lar? Next, I offer you a pair of boots, made es- pecially for San Francisco, with heels long enough to raise aman up to the Hoadley grades, and nails to insure against being car- ried off by a land slide; legs wide enough to carry two revolvers and a bowie knife, and | uppers cf the very best horse leather. A man in these boots can move about as easy as. the State Capital; who says twenty dollars? All the taxpayers ought'to buy a pair' to kick the council with; every body ought to have a pair to kick the Legislature with-- and they will be found of assistance in kick- ing the bucket, especially if somebody should kick at being kicked--ten dollars for legs, up- persand soles! while souls, and miserably souls at that, are bringing twenty thousand dollars in Sacramento! ten dollars! ten dol- lars!--gone at ten dollars! "Next is something that you ought to have gentlemen; a lot of good gallowses-- sometimes called suspenders. 1 know that some of you will after a while be furnished at the State's expense, but you can't tell which one, so buy where they're cheap; all that deserve hanging are not supplied with gallows, if so, there would be nobody to make laws, condemn criminals, or hang culprits, until a new election; made of pure gum elastic--stretch like a judge's consclence-- and last as long as a California office holder will steal; buckles of pure iron, and warranted to holdso tight that no man's wife can rob him of the breeches, are, in short, as strong, as good, as perfect, as effectual, and as dona fide as the ordinance against Chinese shops on Dupont street--gone at twenty-five cents.' The Czar a " Macgregor." A correspondent of the Scotsman gives the following, in proof that the Russian Autocrat is of Highland extraction: " The Emperor Paul wasin London, when one day driving in his carriage through Hyde Park, he ob- served a lady,in the bloom of youth and beauty, riding past him on a Highland shelty. 'He stopped his carriage, made inquiry about her, found out who she was, got introduced to her father, and finally to herself, paid fre-. quent visits to her at her father's house, was so much captivated by her beauty, accom- plishments, and unassuming manners, that he ry to add, had to be pricked up to them | all fled. Well, I will throw - 'on fire and blown up. De telatg ts "'This glorious result must be attributed -- offered her marriage, was accepted, and after all preliminaries were settled, some time after privately married to her, She went wit him to Russia. The reader will won who this was; in answer I have to say tha : Z ' she was none other than the beaut daughter of Macgregor, the Highland far of Bridge of Turk." Recess ¢ RRs: From the London Puuch, Jane a - Russian Cookery. j Under this head may be dishes, one provided expressly for the Czar $ another provided for discussion amongst foreign Ministers and Consuls; -and a third done up for the swallow of the Russian -- people. 'The dishes alluded to are So many yersions of a story ; as for example, that of the bombardment of Odessa. We -subjoin samples of these concoctions. They are alk addressed to Nicholas; but) 2) Geter | The First is Private and' Confidential, -- " Sire-- With the greatest regret, | have | the honor to inform your Majesty that,inre- venge for a shot or two fired on a flag of truce, all the works of this town have been 'bombarded and utterly destroyed by the -- enemy's steamers, with the exception of the commercial mole. The shipping protected by the mole, and the town itself were unac- -- countably spared ; but all the vessels of the -- Imperial mole were burnt. -- The powder pe magazine has been blown up; seve have been killed, and three times that number __ wounded. I have the melancholy satis tion of assuring your Majesty that I did all in my power to avert the calamity ; but the -- men were shot at their guns ; and, [ am sor gh by the swords of 'their officers. IT may, der committed by the enemy in 'sparing the | commercial mole and city; which latter was ras axe i Ne a ee 5 | Osray-Sacken." The Second is Diplomatic. ie . "Srre--The allied fleets of France and England have bombarded this city and its. defences, on the groundless pretence of hav- ing fired on one of their boats carrying a flag. of truce. Thanks to the valor of your Ma--- jesty's gallant troops, whose loss. has been smal!, the invaders were repelled, after in- flicting a very trifling injury on the Imperial -- works, and a fortunately inconsiderable occupied by soldiers, the inhabitants 'having amount of wanton damage on our peaceful city. Nothing could equal the courage of -- inoladeds three S ever, congratulate your Majesty on the blun- ie the brave soldiers, except the fortitude of . the faithful citizens. These, during the bom- bardment, thronged the churches, imploring _ protection for themselves and vas their enemies, who, schooled by the chastise-. ment which they have received, will, it is to. be hoped, hesitate in future to attempt the. crime of spreading devastation and slaughter amid the pacific dwellings of commerce... -, fee ek 38 OsTEN-SACKEN.' has The Third is intended for Home Circulation. © Sme--Again, by the favor of St. Nicholas and the blessing of St. Alexander -- Newski, a glorious victory has crowned your -- Majesty's :arins, 75 5 ry eee : "The combined French and English fleets, men-of-war and steamers, numbering' 1,000 sail, have"bombarded Odessa for forty= eight hours, providentially with no effect but the displacement of a few stones of the forti--- cations, and the demolition of a house belong--- ing to a Jew, and of a Latin Chureh, = '« Our Joss amounts to two men killed and _ five wounded. Seven hundred of the énemy's ships have been sunk, and two hundred 'set to the heroism of our gallant soldiers, inspir- ed and aided by St. Nicholas and Alexander, -- Whilst the priests of the Orthodox Church, in her sacred temples, surrounded by adoring -- multitudes, and showers of shot, shells and rockets, were chanting the praises and invok- ing the help of the patrons of holy Russia, beheld a miracle! Those two celestial - champions descended from the clouds ; and -- whilst one of them stopped the balls. of the, enemy, the other helped the men to point their guns. . foci whens gc Wadd " Under these circumstances, [ have direct- eda 7 Deum to be sung in all our churebes. - OsTEN=SACKEN.". . 'Thus, in Russian cookery, the dishes -- '. served to the Emperor are plain ; those dressed for ambassadors and diplomatic agents are more spicy, and the richest and most highly seasoned are composed for the _ commor people. Simple viands are esteem=" ed a luxury, and nobody but the Czar tastes" truth au naturel. ~ 5 oN Gerring tHe Quarter Back.--Yester- -- day, an incident occurred on the 'Saugus. Branch Railroad, which shows how "quar-' ters" sometimes change hands. A shrewd Yankee entered the railway station, having in his arm§a small trunk, which doubtless contained his Sunday suit, and other valua- bles; an officer politely informed him that no baggage could be carried over the road without extra charge, and that he must pay for the transportation of his trunk, Jonathan paid the quarter, but could find no precedent for such a demand in the whole of his ex- perience as a traveller. A brilliant idea flashed upon his rind, and he resolved not -- to lose his money; so, on observing the arrival of a verdant stranger, he approached him, and in the blandest manner possible, said: "I perceiie you have. a valise--no baggage allowed to pass over this road, according to the rules--I'll take a quarter." And he did;. the stranger honored the draft, - | and Jonathan pocketed the money, took his seat in the cars, and gave himself up | reflection upon the management of railroad corporations and their patrons--Bostow Chronicle. ere, i