The Sun.
London, England, 1829-02-05 00:00:00

excused the deed by alleging that she was persuaded
to expose it. She is u married woman, but her
husband, who it appears is not the father of the
child in question, is at sea, and she has resided in
Kent-street, in the Borough. Since her apprehen-
sion she has been in the work-house of St. Pancras
parish, where doubts hare arisen as to the genuine-
ness of the name she gives.
She seemed to be deeply affected at her situation,
refused at the inquiry of the Magistrate to deliver
up the child to the parish, and was committed for
trial in default of bail.

SENSATIONS BEFORE AND DURING A

BATTLE.

I have heard some men say, that they mould
as soon fight as eat their breakfasts, and others,

that they " dearly loved fighting." If this were
true, what blood thirsty flogs they must he
But I should be almost illiberal enough to sus-
pect these boasters of .not possessing even ordi-
nary courage. I will lint, however, go so far as.
positively to assert this, but will content myself
by asking these. terrific soldiers to account to me
why, some hours previously to storming a fort,
or fighting a battle, are men pensive, thoughtful,
heavy, restless, weighed down with apparent so-
licitude and care? Why do men on these occa-
sions more fervently beseech the Divine protec-
tion and guidance to save them in the approa-di-
img conflict ? Are not ail these feelings the re-
sult of reflection, and of man's regard for his j
demest care—his life, which no mortal trill part
with, if he can avoid it ?, There are periods in
war which put man's courage to a severe test : if,
for instance, as was my cave, I knew I was to
lead a forlorn hope on the following evening, in-
numerable ideas will rush in quick succession on
the mind ; such as, " for aught nay poor and
narrow comprehension can tell, I may to-morrow
he summonedabefore myMaker." " How have
I spent the lifjC he has been pleased to preserve
to this period ? can I meet that just tribunal ?"
A man, situated as I have supposed, who did
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not, even amid the cannons roar and the din
of war, experience anxieties approaching to what
I have described, may, by possibility, have the
courage of a lion, but- he cannot possess the
feelings of aman. In action man is quite another
being ; the softer feelings of the roused heart are
absorbed in tl►e vortex of danger and the neces-
s►ty for self-preservation, and give place to others
more adapted to the occasion. In these ►no-
ucents there is an indescribable elation of spirits ;
the soul rises above its wonted serenity into a
kind of phreniied apathy to the scene before
you; a heroism bordering on ferocity ; the nerves
become light and contracted ; the eve full and
open, ►roving quickly in its socket, with almost
►naniac wildness ; the head is in constant motion ;
the nostril extended wide, and the mouth appa-
rently gasping. If an artist could truly delineate
the features of a soldier in the battle's heat, and
compare them with the linea►nents of the same
man in the peaceful calm of domestic life, they
would be found to be two different portraits ; but
a sketch of this kind is not within the power of
art, for in action the countenance varies with the
battle : as the battle, brightens, so does the coun
tenance, .and, as it lowers, so the countenance
becomes gloomy. I have known- some 'men
drink enormous quantities of spirituous liquors
when going into action, to drive away little in-.,
truding thoughts, and to create false spirits ; but
these are as short7lived as the ephemera that
struggles but a moment on the chrystal stream,
then dies. If a man have not natural courage,
he may rest assured that liquor will deaden and
destroy the little he may possess.—Menzoirs
John Shipp.

DAVY CROCKET, A TENNESSEE MEM-

BER OF CONGRESS.

The facetious. Mr. K., of Ohio, tells a good
story, in which this congress man from the wild
woods of Tennessee figures as the hero. The
reader is to suppose Davy returned from the dist
session he had the honour of representing the
people in Congress. He is to suppose farther,
that Davy has fallen in with a number of his
constituents at a raising, and is giving them an
account or his visit to the President. " The
first thing I did," said Davy, " after I got to
Washington, was to go to the President's. I
stepped into the President's house, thinks I
who's afeard ? If I didn't I wish I may be
shot.' Says I, Mr. Adams, lam Mr. Crocket,
from Tennessee. So, says he, How do you do,
Mr. Crocket ? and he shook me by the hand,
although he knowed I went the whole hog for
Jackson. If I didn't I wish I may be shot.'
Not only that, but sent me a printed ticket to
dine with him. I've got it in my pocket yet.
if I haven't I wish I may be shot." (Here
tire printed ticket was exhibited for the admira-
tion of the company.) " I went to dinner," said
Davy, " and I walked round the long table, look-
ing for something that I liked. At last I took
my seat just beside a fat goose, and helped myself
to as much as I wanted ; but I hadn't took three
bites when I looked away up the table at a man

they called TA) (Attache.) Ile was talking
French to a woman on the other side of the
table. He dodged his head, and she dodged
her's, and then got to drinking wine across the
table. If they didn't I wish I may be shot.'
But when I looked back again my plate was
gone, goose and all. So I jilt cast my eyes clown
to t'othcr end of the table, and sure enough I
seed a white man walking off with my plate.—
Sa3s I, Hello, Mister, bring back my plate. He
fetched it back in a hurry, as you may suppose,
and when he set it down before me, how do you

link it was ? Licked as clean as my band. If

it wasn't I wish I may be shot. s.
,he, what
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will you have, Sir ? And, says I, You, inuy well
say that, after stealing my goose. And he begun
to laugh. If he didn't I wish I may be shot.'
Then, says 1, Mister, laugh if you please, hut'l
don't half like such tricks upon travellers.
Ido I wish I may be shot.' I then filled •My
plate with bacon and greens, • and whenever I
looked up or down the table, I held my plate
with my left band. If I didn't I wish I 'may be
shot. • When we were all done eating, they
cleared every thing off the table, and took away
the table-cloth ; 811(1 what do you think ? There
was another table-cloth under it. • If theie
wasn't I wish I may 1)6 shot.' Then I saw a
man coining along, carrying a great glass thing,
with a glass handle below, something like a
candlestick. It was stuck full of little glass
cups, with something in-them that looked good
to cat. Says I, Mister, bring that thing here.
Thinks I let's taste'rn first. They were mighty
sweet and good, and so I took six of 'ern.. ' If
I didn't l wish I may be "—Lexington

A remarkable instance of escape from the
great earthquake at Lisbon is related by a recent Writer
" A lady was at the time in one of the churches ;- while
attempting to escapy, two falling columns coming in con-
tact by their tops caught her hair,• and detained' her safe-
beneath the pointed arch thus formed till she was the next
day extricated. Every other person inside the church
perished."