The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1847-06-15 00:00:00

LIVERPOOL INFIRMARY REPORT, JUNE 12.

DISCHARGED : In-patients cured, 18; Relieved and at own
request, 10; Made Out-patients, 0 ; Irregular, 0; Dead, 3.
ADM irrEn : In-patients, 34; Out-patients, 7 ; Casuals during
the week, 16 ; Remaining in the House, 204.
Consulting Surgeon, J. Dawson, Esq. ; House Surgeon, Mr..
M`Cheane ; Apothecary, Mr. George Padley ; House Visi-
tors, Edw. Jones and John Cropper. Esqrs. ; Chaplain,
Rev. W. Blundell. Richard Gibson, Treasurer.

ANOTHER MASSACRE IN ALGERI A.—A correspondent
of the National gives the following account of llarshal
Bugeaud's late incursion into Kabylia :—" The battle
fought by the marshal's column lasted from five iu the
afternoon till the following morning ; but during the
night the outposts only of the French camp kept up the
firing. At daybreak the affair became more serious. Our
troops were, as they always are, full of ardour and intre-
pidity. Several considerable villages were taken, some of
which had a population of six thousand, and were defended
by crenelated towers. The marshal, as the Akbar has
stated, himself gave the orders for this devastation, it
having been previously agreed that the firing of three
cannon should be the signal for putting a stop to the
pillage. The troops, excited by the heat of the combat,
rushed headlong into the villages, and completely sacked
them. Jewels, rich stuffs, carpets, provisions of all kinds,
a quantity of arms, and a profusion of gold and silver, felt
into the hands of our soldiers. The booty was immense.
Jars, filled with olive oil, were broken, and their contents
allowed to flow about the streets, and the fire from the
burning houses gaining this liquid. a horrible spectacle
presented itself. All the inhabitants who came within
reach of our soldiers were put to the sword. In the
midst of this frightful melee a Kabyle chief of athletic
form was seen forcing his way to the marshal, and having
come up, entreated him, in terms of humble supplication,,
to put a stop to the devastation, and he and his people
would immediately make submission. In the accents of
his voice, and in the expression of his countenance, there
was so much sincerity as well as grief that the marshat
ordei ed the three cannon to be fired, and the destruction
and plunder at once ceased. This was to the great regret
of the marshal, who said last evening, when on the ter-
race, that he wished he had been more violently attacked,
in order that the destruction might have been more com-
plete, and the lesson more severe. This is no calumny
it is the truth, and nothing more than the truth."
PROGRESS.—The circumnavigation of the world is now
a matter of ordinary occurrence to our bold mariners ;
and after a few years it will be a sort of summer excursion
to our steamers.—Blackwood.

THE RAILWAY AND THE POST OFFICE.—As we draw
towards the close of this desultory paper, the magnificence
of the railway system presents itself to our minds in a
dreamy vastness that forbids any systematic attempt to
follow it out to its ultimate tendencies. View it in con-
nection with the arrangements of the post-office. "Ride
for your life—haste, haste, post-haste," were the com-
mands of ambitious peers and crafty ministers in the days
of Eliazbeth, to the unhappy courier who was to post
from London to Edinburgh. Onward he went, through
miry ways and over trackless commons—sometimes dash-
ing up to his saddle-bows through a ford swollen by
mountain rains—sometimes bewildered in the mists of
the trackless moorlands. As he approaches the borders
new terrors await him. He rides in the dim morning
twilight, with his ears alive to every sound. He fancies
that the tread of horses and of cattle is at hand. He
dares not hide himself, for he would be mistaken for a
spy. He rides boldly on into the troop of marchers who
are returning from their foray; and, to his surprise, is
permitted to escaye, after he has been saluted with a few
words of opprobrium, and a snatch of the ballad of John-
Armstrong. At last he reaches " Edina, Scotia's dar-
ling seat," after a perilous journey of five days. His
despatches are brought forth from their hiding-place;
—the great men meet and deliberate ;—and after a
tarrying of a day or two, the express has to Casa
again the same rough road. Take the post-office
arrangements between London and Edinburgh—not
yet carried out with all the railroad power:that will
belong to them in a few months, and mark what tbeer
now do for the humblest in the land. We have some-
where seen it recorded, that the mail-bag from Louden
to Edinburgh once arrived with a single letter. The penny
co-operation of thousands now places a ton of northern
letters in a carriage at Euston-square, at a quarter before
nine at night. Away rushes the mighty train by hill and
champaign. The herds in the pastures heed not its ac-
customed thunder,—the villagers sleep on in defiance of
the whistle. Ever and anon a bag is dropped at some
solitary station; or there is a short parley at the more
important station of city or town. The passengers slum-
ber; or, looking forth over the moon-lit country, some-
times trace the silvery thread of a gentle river, or the
lurid glare of a smoking furnace. Onward it sweeps, till
the morning breaks, and the solemn towers of York are
gilded with the first sunbeam. A short pause, and away.
for Newcastle. Then comes, for awhile, the aid of .the
road to Berwick ; and then again the railfray to Edin-
burgh. In twenty-two hours, even with the change from.
one mode of conveyance to another—with absolute cer-
tainty—the letter that costs one penny is transmitted to
its destination in a fifth of the time, and at a five-thovi-
sandth part of the cost, of the express that once bore the
mandates of the great ones of the earth. It is a lesson .
for the feebleness of individual pride to take to its hart,
-and think haw many things which solitary man still boast
of us his exclusive own, will crunible into nothingness be-
fore the power of associati3n.—The Land we Lice In, a
very instructive mottle work tww publikhi:4ll by Mr. c
Kroi,ql4.