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British and American Works imported and for sale at the smallest possible advance upon the _wholesale prices. - QHARLES MARCH, ~~ House, Sign, and Ornamental Painter, * Grainer, Glazier, and Paper Hanger, > CARVER; GILDER AND GLASS STAINER, i 'No. 29, Kine Srreer Wusr, "Mixed Paints, Putty, Enamelled and Plain Win- .. sdow. Glass andLooking Glass, for Sale, at the lowest Cash prices. Toronto, 10th April, 1854. 4 'Pye been where the Primrose uneloged to the air _ pUNCTUALITY 11! Jy. R. BROWN, ? (LATE OF 'PHILADELPHIA,) Fashionable Boot and Shoe Maker, | beast, and at the signal, old Morgan entered No, 63, KING STREET WEST. 'a B rae? s me a : i All work. warranted, to be done in a superior style. oe a ay beats okies | two rods ahead of everything. So Pomp, iring done with neatness and despatch. Le 0; March 18th, 1854. $7 Feet measured on anotomical principles. 9 | Won quite a pile, and be tt »M ice eee 2 | well initiated in horse-racing. Joetry.. From the Saturday Evening Post. Flowers in the Market Place: POO Sa ad BY BELLE BUSH. I've seen on the hill 'side, and down in the vale A meek little blossom, with cheeks lily pale; I've seen in the woodland, the loveliest flowers Look up through the sunlight, and laugh in the showers. Its dew-dripping chalice, and neciar hid there; But joy never flowed in such rills to my heart As came with your smileg, in the crowd of the Mart, Beautiful flowers !' beautiful flowers ! -Laugh of the sunbeams, and pearls of the showers, I love you, I love-you, oh, beautiful flowers. I've watched where the rose-heart hath whispered its love, And plighted its vows, in the ear of the dove ; : I've strayed where the fox-glove hung over the rills, Where the eye of the daisy shone out on the hills, I've culled the blue hare-bells, and swung on the vines, And seen the soft banks where the wood myrtle twines; - But these never thrilled the deep chords of my heart Like the light of your smiles in the din of the Mart, Beautiful flowers ! beautiful flowers ! Footprints of angels, God's light in the bowers, I love you, I love you, oh, beautiful flowers! I've been where the Columbine lifted its head, ; And the Wintergreen blushed, with its berries of red, P've wandered along like a waif on the sea, Where my music for hours was the hum of the bee, I've danced in the halls of the tangled wild-wood, And heard the loud roar of the cataract's floed, But peace never nestled {so close to my heart, : TillI bent o'er the flowers in the crowd of the Mart, Beautiful flowers ! beautiful flowers! No oak's gnarledjbranches, no ivy-hung towers, Would have blest me like you, oh, ye beautiful flowers ! My spirit was drooping, earth-weary and worn, As I passed from my room in the early spring morn! I yearned for the hill-tops, I pined for the vales, Where I knew the sweet flowers wooed the soft winged gales ; But a crowd was around me the tramp of a throng Kushed the tremulous notes of the spirit of song, Yet all their wild numbers flowed back to my heart When I saw the bright flowers in the crowd of the Mart, Beautiful flowers ! beautiful flowers ! Hew holy and pure are the mystical powers Which live in your presence, ch, beautiful flowers ! I've seen gay wreaths over dark rocks flung, And the moss- fringed nest where the Oriole swung. I've seen the blue curtained violet peep | Like a timid child from the hedgerow deep, [ve seen where the small star flower looked up With its "silvery eye' tothe lily's cup, : But I knew not how preczous they were to my: hearf, Till I looked on their forms mid the din of the Mart. Beautiful flowers ! beautiful flowers! I've seen fair forms in the festive bowers, Ye are brighter than they, oh, ye beautiful flowers ! The hunter who follows the mountain stag Or the fleet chamois o'er the shelving crag, In the triumph and strength of the fearful hour, Thanks God for the smile of the Alpine flower-- And thus would ZJ murmur a hymn of praise For the blossoms that lighten our dreary ways, And bless from the depth of my joyous heart, Those lights of the desert, the flowers of the Mart. Beautiful flowers! beautiful flowers ! Black plumes may fall from the coming hours, But V'll think of you ever, oh, heautiful flowers! Philadelphia. & Mliscellaneouws. PLD DDLDIDLLIODOP_OPPDDPOOOOOPOOPOOPOwesmmmmmm9". AN UNEXPECTED RACE. BY SYLVANUS COBB, JUN'R. In one of the large towns of Worcester County, Massachusetts, used to live a clergy- man, whom we will call Ridewell. He was of the Baptist persuasion, and very rigid in his ideas of moral propriety. He had in his employ an old negro, named Pompey, and if this latter individual was not so strict in his morals as. his master, he was at least a very cunning dog, and passed in the rever- end household fur a pattern of propriety. Pomp. was a useful servant, and the old clergyman never hesitated to trust him with the most important business. Now it so happened that there were, dwelling in and about the town, sundry indi- viduals who had not the fear of the dreadful penalties which Mr. Ridewell preached about before their eyes, for it was the wont of these people to congregate upon Sabbath evenings upon a level piece of land in the outskirts of the town, and there race horses. This spot was hidden from view by a dense piece of woods, and for a long while the Sunday evening races were carried on there without detection by the officers, or others who might have stopped them. It also happened that the good old clergy- man owned one of the best horses in the country. This horse was of the old Morgan stock, with a-mixture of the Arabian blood in his veins, and it was generally known that few beasts could pass him on tlie road. Mr. Ridewell, with a.dignity becoming his cal- ling, stoutly declared that the fleetness of his horse never afforded him any gratifica- tion, and that, for his own part, he would as lief have any other. Yet money could not buy his Morgan, nor could any amount of argument persuade him to swap. The church was so near to the good clergyman's dwelling that he always walked to meeting, and his horse was consequently allowed to remain in the pasture. Pompey discovered that these races were on the tapis, and he resolved to enter his master's horse on his own account, for he felt sure that cld Morgan could beat any- thing in the shape of horseflesh that could be produced in that quarter. : So on the very next Sunday evening, he hid the bridle under his jacket went _|out into the pasture and caught. the horse, and then off to the spot where the wicked _{ones had congregated. Here he found some _| dozen horses assembled, and the races were 'about to commence. Pomp. mounted his. into the spirit of the. thing, and came out 'won quite a pile, and - ; before dark he was | Morgan and put him in the stable. |side of the parson. _ Pomp. succeeded in getting home without exciting any suspicions, and he now longed for the Sabbath afternoon to.come, for he was determined to try it again. He did so again, and again he won; and this eourse of wickedness he followed up for two months, making his appearance upon the racing ground every Sunday afternoon, as soon as he could after "meeting was out." And during this time Pompey was not the only tone who had learned to love ihe racing. '| No, for old Morgan himself had come to love the excitement of the thing, too, and his every motion when upon the track show- ed how zealously he entered into the spirit of the game. But these things were not always to re. main a secret. One Sunday a pious deacon beheld this racing from a distance, and straightway went to the parson with the alarming intelligence. The Rev. Mr. Ride- well was utterly shocked. His moral feel- ings were outraged, and he resolved at once to put a stop to the wickedness. During the week he made many enquiries, and he learned that this thing had been practised all summer on every Sabbath afternoon. He bade his parishioners keep quiet, and he told them that on the next Sunday he would make his appearance on the very spot and catch them in their deeds of iniquity. On the following Sabbath, after dinner, Mr. Ridewell ordered Pomp. to bring up mee he order was obeyed, though not without many -| misgivings on the part of the faithful negro. Assoon as the afternoon services were closed, the two deacons and some others of the members of the church accompanied the minister home, with their horses. " It is the most flagrant piece of abomina- tion that ever came to my knowledge," said the indignant clergyman as they rode on. "Tt is, most assuredly," answered one of the deacons. " Horse-racing on the Sabbath 2?" uttered the minister. "Dreadful!" echoed the second deacon. And so the conversation went on until they reached the top of a gentle eminence which overlooked the plain where the racing was carried on, and where some dozen horse- men, with a score of lookers-on, were assem- bled. The sight was one which chilled the good parson to his soul.. He remained mo- tionless until he had made out the whole alarming truth, then turning to his compan- ions: " Now, brothers," said he, "let us ride down and confront the wicked wretches, and if they will go down upon their knees and implore God's mercy, and promise to do so no more, we will not take legal action against them. O, that my own land should be desecrated thus!" for it was indeed a section of his own farm. As the good clergyman thus spoke, he started on towards the scene. The horses of the wicked men were just drawing up for a start as the minister approached, and some of the riders who at once recognized "old Morgan," did not recognize the reverend individual who rode him. "Wicked men!" commenced the parson, as he came near enough for his voice to be heard, * children of sin and shame--" " Come on, old hoss," cried one of the jockeys, turning towards the minister. "If you 4re in for the first race, you must stir your stumps. Now we go." " Alas, O, my wicked--" " All ready!" shouted he who led the affair, cutting the minister short. ' And off It, is 2 And the word for starting was given. Old Morgan knew that word too well, for no sooner did it fall upon his ears than he stuck out his nose, and with one wild snort he started, and the rest of the racers, twelve in number, kept him company. " Who-oa, 'Who-oa," cried the parson at the top of his voice, "' By the powers old fellow, you're a keen one!" shouted one of the wicked men, .who had thus far managed to keep close by the " You ride well." "Aho-ho-ho-o-o ! who-a-oa," yelled the clergyman, tugging at the reins with all his might. : But it was all of no avail, Old Morgan had now reached ahead of all competitors, and he came up to the judge's stand three rods ahead, where the petrified deacons. were standing with eyes and mouths wide open. "Don't stop," cried the judge who had now recognised Parson Ridewell, and suspected his business, and who also saw at once into the secret of Old Morgan joining the race. "Don't stop," he shouted again, "it is a two mile heat this time. Keep right on parson. You are good for another mile. Now you go--and off it is." These last words were of course known to the horse, and no sooner did Morgan hear them, than he struck out again; and again started off. The poor parson did his utmost to stop the bewitched animal, but it could not be done. The more he struggled and pelled, the faster the animal went, and ere many moments he was again at the starting- point where Morgan now stopped of- his own accord. There was a hurried whisper- Ing among the wicked ones, and a succession of yery curious winks and knowing nods seemed to indicate that they understood. "Upon my soul parson," said the leader of the abomination, approaching the spot where the minister still sat in the saddle, he having not yet recovered his presence of mind.to dismount, "you ride well. We had not looked for this honor." " Honor sir," gasped Ridewell, looking blankly in the speaker's face. « Aye--for 'tis an honor. our Sabbath entertainments." "I--Isir! I joined you?" You are the. first clergymen who has ever joined "us in' _ |of the County. . Physically speaking, Uncle "Ha, ha, ha, ha! O, you did it well.-- Your deacons really think you tried to stop your horse; but I saw through it; I saw how slily you put your horse up. But I dont blame you feeling proud of Old Morgan, for I should feel so myself if I owned him. But you need not fear; I will tell who may ask about it, that you did your best to stop your beast, for I would rather stretch the truth a little, than have such a good jockey as you are suffer." |. This had been spoken so loudly that the deacons had heard eyery word, and the poor parson was bewildered; but he soon came to himself, and with a flashing eye, he Cred: os " Villains, what mean you? Why do ye thus--" ' " Hold on," interrupted one of the party, and as he spoke the rest of the racing men had all mounted their horses, "hold on a moment parson. We are willing to allow you to carry off the palm, but we wont stand your abuse. When we heard that you had determined to try if your horse would not beat us all, we agreed among ourselves that if you came, we would let youin. We have done so, and you have won the race in a two mile heat. Now let that satisfy you. By the hokey, but you done it well. When you want to try it again, just send us word, and we'll be ready fur you. Good b glo aa the wretch thus spoke he turned his horse's head, and before the astonished preacher could utter a word, the whole party had ridden away out of hearing. It was some time before the churchmen could speak, They knew not what to say. Why should their minister's horse have joined in the race without some permission from. its master.. They knew how much he set by the ani- mal, and at length they shook their heads with doubt. " It is very strange," said one. " Very," answered a second. " Remarkable," suggested a third. "On my soul, brethren," spoke Ride- well, "I can't make it out." The brethren looked at each other, and the deacons shook their heads in a very solemn and impressive manner. So, the party rode back to the clergy- man's house, but none of the brethren would enter, nor. would they stop at all. Before Monday had drawn to a close, if was generally known that Parson Ridewell raced his horse on the Sabbath, and a meet- ing of the church was appointed for 'Thurs- day. Boe Ridewell was almost crazy with vexation; but before Thursday came, Pom- pey found out how matters stood, and he as- sured his master he could clear the matter up,;and after a day's search he discovered the astounding fact that some of those wic- ked men had been in the habit of stealing old Morgan from the pasture, and racing him on Sabbath afternoons. Pomp found out this mueh--but he could not find who did it. As soon as this became known to the church they conferred together, and they soon concluded that under such circumstan- ces a high mettled horse would be very apt to run away with his rider when he found himself directly upon the track. So Parson Ridewell was cleared, but it was along while before he got over the blow, for many were the wicked wags; who | delighted to: pester him by offering to "ride 'a race" with him, to" bet on his head," or to "put him against the world on a race." But Ridewell grew bolder, his heart grew warmer, and finally he could laugh with right good will when he spoke of his un- expected race. Be sure there was no more Sabbath racing in that town. Remarkable Persons. Exrraorpinary Loneuvity. -- " Uncle Jack"--and who is there that has lived in this vicinity within the last forty years who did not know " Uncle Jack ?"'--is dead. He breathed his last on 'Tuesday, at his resi- dence in the town of Willing,' a few miles south of this village. He was 120 years old. As our readers at a distance may not be familiar with the history of this extraordi- nary man, we will inform them. He was an African--a pure African. When a child, he was stolen from his native plains in Africa, by a band of marauding Arabs, who retain- ed him until he arrived at manhood, when he was sold to a West India man-dealer. He was carried to the Island of St. Domingo, where he served a number of years with different masters, as a slave cook. At the time of the insurrection in St. Domingo, (which event, if we mistake not, transpired in or about the year 1798,) when the furious -blacks exterminated almost the entire white population of the Island.. Uncle Jack refused to join with his fellow-bondmen in the in- surrection--choosing rather to flee to New York with his master, whom he represented as being very kind tohim. As Slavery was one of the "institutions," at that time of the State, he was still a slave, and remained with his old St. Domingo master until his death, when he was sold. His last mas- ter was the late Judge Lindsey of Lawrence- ville, Pa--hence the name of Jack Lindsey. Jack became a freeman under the laws of Pennsylvania, after devoting the number of years allotted tothe life of man to the routine of a slave's life. His wife, who sur- vives him, he purchased while yet a slave, paying for her the sum of one hundred dol- lars. The twain came to Alleghany county about 80 years ago, and have resided here ever since. For a number of years past they have lived upon the charity of the people hereabout, and have also been re- cipients of aid from Anti-Slavery Societies cs) _ 'Jack Lindsey had been a model: man-- tall, well-porportioned, and as straight as our native pines--but the toils and troubles of nearly a century and a quarter had bent low his erect and stalwart form, bleaching the raven hue of his "fleecy locks" to snowy white, and closed the windows of his soul against the sunlight ofearth. He, however, retained his mental faculties in a remark- able degree. He was rigidly pious. His piety was of the Uncle Tom stamp--meek, | lowly, patient, forgiving, and humbly sub- missive to the decrees of Providence. After eventful strugeles with the vicissitudes of a bondman's life for nearly a century and a quarter, "The poor old§slave has gone to rest." The Great Emancipator has set him free, and his soul has flown to that land where Slavery's blight despoileth not God's images, -- Wellsville Press. Hints for Marriageable Ladies. tints If a man wipe his feet on the door-mat be- fore coming into the room, you may be sure he will make a good domestic husband. Ifa man, in snufling the candles, snuff them oui, you may be sure he will make a stupid hus- band. Ifa man put his handkerchief on his knees while taking his tea, you may be sure he will be a prudent husband. In the same way, always mistrust the man who will 'not take the last piece of toast or Sally Lunn, but prefers waiting for the next warm batch. It is not unlikely he will make a greedy, selfish husband, with whom you will enjoy no "brown" at dinner, no crust at tea, no peace whatever at home. The man, my dears, who wears goloe-shoes, and is careful about wrapping himself up well before venturing into the night air, not unfrequently makes a good invalid husband, that mostly stops at home, and is easily comforted with slops. The man who watches the kettle and_pre- vents its boiling over, will not fail, my dears, in his married state, in exercising the same care in always keeping the pot boiling. The man who doesn't take tea, ill-treats the cat, takes snuff, and stands with his back to the fire, is a brute whom I would not advise you, my dears, to marry upon any consideration, either for love or money, but decidedly{not for love; but the man who,when the tea is over, is discovered to have had none, is sure to make the best husband. Patience like his deserves being rewarded with the best of wives and the best of mo- thers-in-law. My dears, when you meet with such a man, do your utmost to marry him. In the severest winter he would not mind going to bed first--London Punch. Chinese View of Europeans, The Chinese of. the interior whom busi- ness takes to Canton or Macao, always go the first thing, tolook at the Europeans on the promenade. It is one of the most amusing of sights for them. They squat in rows along the sides of the quays, smoking their pipes, and fanning themselves, con- templating the while with a satirical and contemptuous eye, the English and Ameri- cans, who promenade up and down, from one end to the other, keeping time with admirable precision. Europeans who go to China, are'apt to consider the inhabitants of the celestial city very odd, and supremely ridiculous, and the Provincial Chinese at Canton and Macao, pay back the sentiment with interest. It is very amusing, to hear their sarcastic remarks, on the appearance of the devils of the West, their utter astonish- ment at sight of their tight-fitting gar- ments, their wonderful trousers, and pro- digious round hats like chimney-pots--- their shirt collars adapted to cut off the ears, and making a frame around such grotesque faces, with long noses and blue eyes, no beard or moustache, but a handful of curly hair on each cheek. The shape of the dress coat puzzles them above everything. They try in vain to account for it, calling it a half garment, because it 1s impossible to make it meet over the breast, and because there 18 nothing in front to correspond to. the tails behind. 'They admire the judgment and exquisite taste of putting buttons as big as sapecks behind the back, where they never have anything to button. How much hand- somer they think themselves with their narrow, oblique, black eyes, high cheek bones and little round noses, their shaven crowns, and magnificent pigtails hanging almost to their heels. Add to all these natural graces a conical hat, covered with red fringe, an ample tunic with large sleeves, and black satin boots, with a white sole of immense thickness, and it must be evident to all that a Huropean cannot com- pare in appearence with a Chinese.--Huc's Chinese Empire. A Capacious Carpet Bag. Meanness occasionally meets with a shock that is a lesson to. all concerned, especially to the victim. On the Cleveland cars, a day or two since, coming to Buffalo, was a stalwart man, going to New York to buy goods. He was not what might be called a stingy or close man, but he was one who, when there was a cent due him that swind- ling might deprive him of, would sacrifice a $50 bill to save the copper. Our friend had started from Cleveland without any break- fast ; and when Erie " hove" in sight, he gathered himself up for a general skirmish for any and all kinds of provisions. He had a carpet bag with him, and going into the dining-room at~ rie, deposited his bag on one chair, while he took: another by its side. He was lost for about ten minutes--perfectly | oblivious to anything, save that+he had a | blessed conciousness of something rapidly and agreeably filling up. his " inwards." About this time, the landlord came round, and, stop ping by our friend's chair, ejaculated, " Dol- lar, Sir." "A dollar,' responded the eat- ing-man-----* a. dollar--thought you only charged fifty cents a meal for one--eh ? "That's true," said meanness, " but I count your carpet-bag one, since it occupies a seat." ('The table was far from being crowded.) Our friend expostulated, but the landlord insisted, and the dollar was reluctantly brought forth. The landlord passed on. Our friend delibe- rately arose, and opening his carpet-bag, full to its wide mouth, discoursed unto it, saying: " Carpet-bag, it seems you're an individual--a human individual, since you eat--at least I've paid for you, and now you must eat""--upon which he seized everything eatable within his reach, nuts, raisins, apples, cakes, and pies, and, amid the roars of the bystanders, the delight of his brother passen- gers, and the discomfiture of the landlord, phlegmatically went and took his seat in the cars. Hesaid he had provisions enough to last him to New York, after a bountiful sup- ply had been served out in the cars. '(here was at least $8 worth in the bag-~-upon which the landlord realised nothing in the way of profit. So much for meanness.-- Buffalo Republican. ccutttt. @ Wuy tus Weppinc-Rine 1s PLACED on THe Fourtsa Frneur.--We have remarked on the vulgar error of a yein going from the fourth finger of the left hand to the heart. It is said by Swinburn and others, that there- fore it became the wédding-finver. The priesthood kept up this idea by still keep- ing it as the wedding-finger, but it was got at through the use of the Trinity; for in the ancient ritual of English marriages, the ring was placed by the husband on the top of the thumb of the left hand, with the words "Inthe nameof the Father," he then re- moved it to the forefinger, saying, "In the name of the Son," then to the middle finger, adding, 'And of the Holy Ghost," finally he left it, as now, on the fourth finger, with the closing word * Amen," es Prerry Goop ror Par.--The other day the conducter of a train on our railroad dis- covered an Irishman in a car soon after starting from Rome, and demanded his fare. Pat declared he had no money. The con- ducter, after lecturing him, told' him te leave at the first stopping place, not far distant. Accordingly, Pat was one of the first to get eff at the next station. But judge of the conductor's surprise and wrath to find him aboard when fairly on the way. "Did I not tell you to get off?" "And sure I did." "Why then, are you here again?" And sure did you not say 'all aboard?" This was too much for the worthy conductor, and notwithstanding the decree against "dead heads," he was allowed to pass.-- Water- town Sentinel. <a. a Ratner Mzay.--A shrewd chap pre- sented himself, carpet-bag in hand, at the office ofa hotel in New York, engaged a room for the night, and paid his fare'in ad- vance. lis carpet-bag proved to be filled with stones and old paper, which he emptied upon the floor, filled the bag with bed clothes and took his departure. "Every day brings something new" in the way of roguery. Europea. News by the " Baltic." Attempted Assassination of Louis Hapo- leon. - The attempt made on the life of the Em- peror last evening is, as may easily be sup- posed, the most interesting topic of the day, and for a while the seige of Sebastopol and the Conference at Vienna are lost sight of in the horror excited by such an act of vil- lany, the contemplation of the consequences to Europe had it taken effect, and the general satisfaction at its failure. The statement of the principal facts, as published in the Adont- tewr of this morning, you will have received, I trust, long before the hour at which I write ; the particulars which are not noticed in that paper, but which I have reason to believe authentic, I now communicate. The Emperor, accompanied by two of his household, Colonel Ney and Colonel Vala- breque, in plain clothes, left the Palace of the Tuileries about five o'clock to take his usual ride in the Champs Elysees, and join the IXmpress, who had preceded him, and was at that moment in the alley Dauphine, in the Bois de Boulogne. His Majesty on these occasions is never accompanied by an escort, and was only followed by two grooms at some distance. 'The weather was fine, and the grand avenue of the Champs Elysees, through which he passed at his ordinary slow pace, as well as the side alleys, was thronged with people, who showed the usual courtesy, and saluted him respectfully. As he ap- proached the Barriere Etoile, and when nearly opposite the well-known place of amusement, the Chateau des Fleurs, a man apparently about 36 years old, of dark com- plexion, and a little under the middle size, advanced forward from the throng that crowded the pathway on the right, and ap- proached to within five or six paces of the Eimperor. Te put one hand to his hat as if to salute his majesty, who was in the act of replying to the compliment, when he drew a pistol from underneath his grey paletot, de- liberately presented it at the Emperor, and fired. At the same moment Colonel Ney, who was on the Emperor's right hand, but riding a very little to the rear, advanced his horse, when the assassin, supporting his pistol on his arm, fired a second shot. At the first report the Emperor's horse shied a little, but. if was probably that movement which saved, the rider, together with the tremulous motion of the assassin's arm, occasioned by the failure of his first attempt. Neither. shot took effect. eee ee The second ball is said to have grazed the E'mperor's hat, or even passed through it, but this is not known with any certainty. The shots were very sharp, and the - report loud enough to be heard on the third floor of the houses on the side of the avenue, The assassin was at once seized by two masons, who were working at a house bard by, and who had left the building to have a sight of the Emperor as he passed. He was thrown by them on the ground. A police agent, named Alexander, a native of Corsica, whose duty it is to follow the Emperor, when riding or driving without escort, leaped out of the small carriage he occupied, ran to the spot where the assassin was struggling with hi captors, and prevented him from drawin another pistol. The police agent took hold of him, and, as the other made the most violent attempts to shoot those who detained him, inflicted on him, in self-defence, two wounds witha poinard cane. 'The sergent- de-ville, aiding the police agent, sticceeded in mastering and disarming him, but it required all their efforts to prevent him from being torn to pieces by the people. He was hur- riedly taken off to the Octroi station at the barrier, which was not far distant, and there sheltered from the popular rage until a car- riage could be brought, in which he was con- veyed, under the guidance of the police, to the Conciergerie. : ee After the first shot was fired, the Emperor bent his head a little, either by an involuntary - movement to avoid the bullet, or owing to the horse shying. When he saw the assassin in the hands of the people, and his clothes torn, he called out to spare him, and I am assured his words were, " Hpargnez le--ne le tuez pas, le miserable!' 'The Emperor did not, lose his presence of mind for an in- stant. He gratefully and gracefully replied by frequently taking off his hat and bowing to the thousand acclamations with which he was at once saluted as he still slowly advanced towards the triumphal arch, A ine i had been sent on at a gallop to inform the Empress, who was at the Porte Dauphine (Bois de Boulogne) of what had occurred, und to re-assure 'her as to the safety of her _ husband. In less than half an hour, the Impress returned from her drive:in am open carriage, with the Emperor riding close: by. The sight was touching in the extreme. Her Majesty was deeply affected ; her tears flow- ed in spite of her; she in vain essayed to dry them, and she sobbed convulsively amid her efforts to smile with joy at her husband's escape from the murderer. Jividently she could not subdue her emotion ; she leant back in her carriage, and relieved her heart in an uncontrolled burst of tears. Then, indeed, it was that the people who thronged the way gave full vent to the more generous feelings of ournature. The sight of the young and lovely woman unable to restrain the agony of her feelings produced an instantaneous eflect ; the shouts at once rose from the thousands-who beheld her, and hundreds of workmen who were employed on a row of houses constructing near the spot from which the assassin fired, lined the half-finished walls, the window-sills, or clung to the poles of the scaffolding, and rent the air with their accla- mations. Accompanied by these manifesta- : tions of popular feeling, the Empress pro- ceeded to the Palace. Ina short time the news was spread abroad, and Bi Vis alt the Imperial family, the Ambassadors, the Ministers of the d@mperor, the high function- aries of state, and the members of the house- hold, besides a considerable number of other persons having no functions under the Go- vernment.or in the Palace, hastened to pre- sent their congratulations. ao 'The Emperor had. previously announced his intention and that of the Empress to be present at the Opera Comique on the Boule- vards .Italienns, nearly. opposite the Rue Laffitte. He and the Empress, notwith- standing what had occurred, were punctual to their word: They arrivedjat the theatre about nine o'clock, but long before that hour an immense crowd had collected. on the. boulevard, from the Madeline to the Rue Vivienne, to manifest their sympathy at his escape. It is calculated that there could not have been less than 200,000 people of every condition collected. The reception was most enthusiastic as the Imperial. car- riages, attended by an escort of Guides, drove up the Rue de la Paix and Boulevard until they stopped atthe door of the theatres and on their Majesties appearing in their box the whole house rose and uttered the warm- est acclamations.. For a considerable time 'it was found impossible to commence. the piece, and during the performance the aud- ience, as if unable to keep down its feelings, rose three or four times to give vent to them. The Emperor and Empress left the house at half-past eleven, and even at that hour the multitude still lined the Boulevards ; the shouting was enthusiastic, as before, and fol- lowed them until they entered the Palace of the Tuileries. selec abeol The assassin, on his arival at the Concier- gerie, was at once examined by the Prefect of Police, and then by the Minister of Justice. The examination is. kept secret, but 1t ap- pears that the man's name is, according to his own account, Liverani, He professes himself to be a shoemaker from Rome, where he states having suffered much from. the French bombardment of that city ; and that siace then, he has sworn a Ros Gavi to the Emperor, and was resolved to. kill" him. . This story is not. credited, and it is supposed that he is but the instrument. of some higher hand, and the agents of those conspirators whose ideas of liberty are inse- parably associated with assassination. He is said to be a Piedmontese, and to have come from London. His hat and the revolyer ~ i ys ime cai, < is ORS pa eae ae in SE a lea