The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1848-10-24 00:00:00

firmness

" This is sudden ; but, I am perqua'ded, is for the best. I
confidently leave the Princess to One above who cannot
err. I feel that He will watch over her and protect her.
Earthly parents err fondly and fatally : He cannot." He
turned his thoughts entirely to sacred subjects ; and ap-
peared, from the motion of his lips, and his upraised eyes.
to be absorbed in prayer. Addressing one of his attend-
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y to God's wilt: my death, perhaps, will do
more for my daughter and the duchess than my life." He
then relapsed into his former devotional mood, and
seemed again absorbed in prayer. After the expiration o
an hour, observing the duke change his position, one of
his household ventured to ask him if he had any com-
mands to give, or if there was anything which his Royal
Highness required ? He replied with difficulty—" No-
thing now but a simple trust in the merits of the Re-
deemer. That I possess." These were almost the last
words he uttered.—Closing Scenes.
CURIOUS MODE OF SHOOTING SANDPIPERS INAMERICA.
—ln Rhode Island, where alone the sport is now pursued
systematically, the mode adopted is this—the shooter, ac-
companied by a skilful driver, on whom, by the way, the
whole onus of the business rests, and to whom all the
merit of success is attributable, is mounted in what is
called in New England a chaise—that is to say, an old-
fashioned gig with a top. In this convenience he kneels
down, with his left leg out of the carriage, and his foot
firmly placed on the step, holding his gun ready to shoot
at an instant's notice. The driver, perceiving the birds,
as they are running and feeding on the open surface, se-
lects one, according to his judgment, and drives round it
rapidly in concentric circles, until he gets within gunshot
of him, and perceives by its motions that it will not per-
mit a nearer approach. He then makes a short half turn
from it, pulling the horse short up at the same instant ;
and that very instant, for the sandpiper rises invariably at
the moment in which the chaise stops, the shooter steps
out lightly to the ground, and kills his bird, before it has
got well upon the wing. In the timing of all this various
work on the part of the driver and the gunner, there is a
good deal of skill requisite, and of course a good deal of
excitement. But the real sport and the real skill are both
on the part of the driver, whose duty it is to deliver his
marksman as nearly as possible to the game, yet never to
run the thing so close as to allow the sandpiper to take
wing before he has pulled up. The difference in the
judgment and skill of the drivers is immense, and there is
one gentleman in New York, a well-known and old friend
of the public, who is said to be so infinitely better to all
others, that the gun in his chaise, even if it be handled by
the inferior shot, is sure to come off the winner. It is
not unusual, I am told, to bag from twenty to twenty-five
couple of these delicious birds in a day's sport, in this
manner ; and I have heard of infinitely greater quantities
being brought to bag.—Herbert's Field Sports of the
United States.

JOSEPH VON JELLACHICH, BAN OF CROATIA.—A short
sketch of the ban, who has acquired so sudden a celebrity,
will be read with interest. I have had occasion (says the
writer from whom we borrow this description) often to
converse with Jellachich. He is a man of the middle
height, of a powerful and firmly-knit frame, 49 years of
age; in his youth of a delicate constitution, but now en-
joying excellent health. His head is bald at the top, but
encircled with a fringe of jet black hair. He has a high
forehead, bushy eyebrows, a mild clear dark eye, an aqui-
line nose, a finely-chiselled mouth, with an expression of
great decision of character. He leaves the impression
upon the observer of a man of mild but determined cha-
racter, fully confident of his own powers. He has not one
particle of pride about him ; and one would scarcely look
upon him as the leader of a wild race, or a man of high
ambition. His voice is soft; his education is entirely
German ; be speaks German as if it was his native tongue,
and with the Austrian accent; he is a great admirer of
the German language and literature, but his Sclavonic na-
tionality scorns the German arrogance which disdains any
thing Sclave ; he speaks the Hungarian, Croatian, and
Italian languages equally well; he is unmarried, does not
possess, and does not care for, riches, but is devoted to his
nation. It was only last year that he was colonel of a
Granger, or frontier regiment, which was annihilated in
an expedition on the Turkish frontier—he himself escap-
ing almost miraculously in a shower of balls. The secret
of his influence over the Croats is that he is a Croat, and
proud to be one, and all his energies are turned towards
one object—to procure for his nation that position in Hun-
gary which they claim. He speaks the dialect of the peo-
ple ; "It is the language of my beloved mother (he said
to me one day), and I am proud that I can speak it."
Their ban and their general, he converses with his Croats,
and tells them things they had never dreamt of—visions
of honour and glory. It is no wonder that when he ap-
pears every eye is turned upon him—that they listen,
open-mouthed, to what he says, and that they are ready
to follow him to Buda, Pesth, Vienna, or Milan ! When
they see him, they shout their enthusiastic " Zivio "
(let him live!), and will follow him anywhere.—Morning
Chronicle.