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hastened home, and informed his master that hisinnkerS

had failed

The rumour spread with rapidity, and the bank-

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ers in question were put lo the expense of £30,000 to sus-
tain their reputation, which is of the first order.—Morning

AN AMERICAN STORY

—Once upon a time, when tho

packet-ship Coriolanus was returning from Liverpool to
New York, the carpenter was taken sick, and after a short

illness, expired on board. He had an interesting son, who
was his assistant as ship-carpenter, and the boy loved his
father with the most tender and filial affection. The poor
youth's heart was almost broken at the loss of his parent,
and no persuasion could induce him to leave the body. The
usual preparations for a funeral at sea was made ; the poor
carpenter was sewed up in his winding-sheet, and with him
was put an old grindstone, hatchet, and chisel, to carry him
down to his long rest in the ocean. The poor boy grew fran-
tic when his father was about to be committed to the deep,
and was obliged to be held off by the sailors. At length, just
as the fatal lurch of the vessel was taking place, the boy,
with the strength of a maniac, broke from the sailors, and
dashed himself upon the body at the very moment it was
sliding over the ship's side. It was too late to save him;
and, clinging wildly to the dead body of his father, the hap-
less boy made one swift plunge, and disappeared, for ever,
down, down, in the eternal caverns of the mighty ocean.
This was in lat. 97 deg. long. 79 minutes, which was duly
entered on the log-book. The Coriolanus arrived at New
York, completed all the business preparatory to her next
trip, and sailed again for Liverpool. When in lat. 69 min.,
long. 48 min., an enormous shark was caught ; and, when
hauled upon deck, a most extraordinary noise seemed to pro-
ceed from the huge monster's stomach. The creature was
opened ; and there was the father, the son, the grindstone,
the hatchet, and the chisel ! 0, if it aint true, then never
may another fish story be believed I The poor carpenter had
nc

At died, but was only in a trance when 'they buried him

and there he was sharpening his hatchet, while his son was
turning the grindstone, they having just resolved to cut their
way out of the shark's stomach!—American.

PLEASURE

—lt is difficult to say what pleasure means

Pleasure bears a different sense to every different person
Pleasure to a country miss, just come out, means a race-ball,
and so many partners that she is danced till she can scarcely
stand ! Pleasure to an aspirant after fashion means a card
from Devonshire House, or a nod from Lady ! Plea-
sure to a school-boy means tying a string to a school-fellow':
toe when he is asleep, and pulling it till he awakes bim !
Pleasure to a man of an inquiring mind means a toad inside
of a stone, or a beetle running with its head off ! Pleasure
to a man of taste means a first-rate artiste and a good dinner!
Pleasure to a labouring man means doing nothing ! Pleasure
to a fine lady means something to do to drive away the time !
Pleasure to an antiquarian means an illegible inscription !
Pleasure to a connoiseur means a dark, invisible, very fine
picture ! Pleasure to a philosopher—a modern philosopher,
means liking nothing, despising everything, and proving every
one a simpleton except himself! Pleasure to a beggar means
a sovereign, by mistake, instead of a shilling ! Pleasure to a
sailor means a fresh breeze and a sight of land ! Pleasure
to tha afflicted, a tear ! Pleasure to the sweetest of all tem-
pers, the last word in an argument ! Pleasure to the social,
the human face divine " ! Pleasure to the morose, " I
shan't see a soul for the next six months " ! Pleasure to the
author, the last page of his manuscript—bliss inexpressible !
Finis, Pleasure to all, to every one in their own way, and that
way a different one.
GONE.—" She is gone, sir ! " whispered his butler in
the ear of his master, a Welsh squire, in my presence, during
dinner ; " twenty minutes past four o'clock I" "Is she,
by Jove ! " replied the squire ; " then you shall have your
picture taken to-morrow in a full suit of mourning ; " which
was accordingly done. The departed soul, so emphatically
said to be gone to her last home, was that of the squire's wife,
from whom he had been long separated, but to whom he had
long paid a large annual sum. Then this little emphatic
word affords me an anecdote of another squire. Sonia years
back, a gentleman of high connexions and large possessions
in the county of Salop, but whose mind was not so well fur-
nished as his coffers—a common case with country squires
of by-gone days—had a strange penchant for going to bed in
the houses of his friends in his neighbourhood, and there
would he lie to the extent of three whole weeks ! On one
occasion, he knocked at the door of a gentleman in a neigh-
bouring town, in whose house he had already couched himself
for several consecutive weeks ; when orders were given to
the servants to take care and stop bim out, by telling him
none of the family were at home. The repeated answer of
the footman, however, of " Gone out, sir," to his inquiries
after the family—from the father to the youngest of the
household—so enraged this bed-loving squire, that he thus
let fly at him :—" You scoundrel " ! said be, " I suppose
you will next tell me all the fires are gone out ! "--Prate 's
Magazine.

SECOND Inot —D la
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Standard-office, Three o'clock

EaVERPOOL CORN EXCHANGI

-TH IS DAY

(From Messrs. R. MAKIN & SONS' Circular

The wind having returned into the east, with severe fi
we have in consequence but few arrivals coastwise or I
Ireland, beyond those above stated, and no further imp
from abroad since Friday.

1;1 aving a good attendance of town and country

this morning, stimulated partly by the advance in Marl
yesterday, the trade assumed a rather better aspect ti
late ; and upon a fair, steady demand, all descriptic
Wheat fully recovered the depression of Friday, e•hil

qualities, in some instances, rather exceeded
this day se'nnight.—The transactions in Flour,

Awithstan-