The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1850-04-30 00:00:00

When the hour was over, the mechanic insisted on a
second hour, in consequence of the slowness of the work—
it had not been a fair hour's labour. In vain the officer
protested, was angry, and exhausted—had the heartburn—
pains in his hack and limbs—and declared it would kill
him. The mechanic was inexorable. "If it does kill

have been if I had not stopped you." So the officer was
compelled to continue his work with an inflamed face,
and the perspiration pouring down over his cheeks and
chin.

At last he could proceed no longer, come what would of
it, and sank back in the arms of his persecuting preserver.

The mechanic now placed before him his own breakfast,
composed of a twopenny loaf of brown bread, and a pint
of stral beer, the who!e of which the officer disposed of in
no time, and then sent out for more.

Before the boy who was despatched on this errand re-
turned, a little conversation had ensued ; and, as the
officer rose to go, he smilingly placed his purse, with his
card, in the hands of the mechanic. The poor ragged
man received them with all the composure of a physician,
and with a sort of dry, grim humour, which appeared pe-
culiar to him, and the only relief of his otherwise rough
and rigid character, made sombre by the constant sha-
dows and troubles of life.

But the moment he read the name on the card, all the
hard lines in his deeply-marked face underwent a sudden
contortion. Thrusting back the purse into the officer's
hand, lie seized him with a fierce grip by one arm—hur-
ried him, wondering, up the dark broken stairs, along the
narrow passage—then pushed him out at the door !

" You are the fine gentleman who tempted my daughter
away !" said he.
"!I
—your daughter !" exclaimed the officer.
" Yes, my daughter ; Ellen Brentwood !" said the me-
chanic. " Are there so many men's daughters in the
list, that you forget her name ?"

" I implore you," said the officer, " to take the purse.
Pray take this purse ! If you will not accept it for your-
self, I entreat you to send it to her!"

Go and buy a lathe with it," said the mechanic.
Work, man, and repent•of your past life !"
So saying, he closed the door in the officer's face, and
descended the stairs to his daily labour.

" At least one-fourth of the present peerage,f 1
says the
Birmingham Mercury, " may be traced to the legal pro-
fession—the strongest and most serviceable body of Con-
servatives in the kingdom."

To SEE IF ANYTHING IS IN A WELL.—When the
sun shines bright take a lcoking-glass, hold it nearly per-
pendicular over the well, so that it will reflect on the
water, and you may see a straw or pin, or any small object,
at the bottom of any depth.—[Query—Can truth be dis-
covered by this means ? it is said to lie at the bottom of a
well.]

[FROM OUR SECOND EDITION OF TUESDAY LAST.

FEARFUL SHIPWRECKSAi.I6-6THER DISAS-
TERS IN THE WEST INDIES.

On the Bth of March, as the Royal-mail steamer Eagle,
with the mails on board for Europe, was going out of
Demerara, she ran foul of the schooner Tay, laden with
sugar from Essequibo, and with a large number of pas-
sengers, The schooner was so seriously injured that she
immediately went down, and in the rush to the boats six
persons lost their lives ; amongst them were two of the
family of Mr. Hendy, of Demerara, who were drowned
before the eyes of their parents, and could not be saved.
The American schooner, J. B. Lindsey, left port of
Spain, Trinidad, on or about the Ist of February. While
yet in sight of that place, at night, the mate and a pas-
senger were murdered and thrown overboard by the crew.
The captain was severely wounded, but contrived to secure
the cabin door against the murderers, and for days kept
them at bay. After ransacking the vessel for money, then-iis-
creants took to the schooner's boat, and with an axe
attempted to scuttle the vessel, but their design was de-
feated by the cook, who cut the boat's painter and set
them adrift. The captain then crawled on deck, and
by threatening to fire on the boat prevented the murderers
from returning on board. The boat then made for the
Spanish Main, and the captain contrived to reach St.
Thomas in the schooner, where he was taken care of by
the American consul, who has circulated handbills through-
out the West Indies, offering a reward of 200 dols. for
the capture of the murderers.

A tornado of terrific violence passed over the town and
harbour of Nassau (Bahamas), about one o'clock, a.m., on
the 30th March, bearing down everything in its course.
About fifty houses were destroyed, many of them being
actually smashed to atoms ; trees of immense size were
torn up by the roots; several small vessels in the harbour
were sunk and others dismasted. A large schooner, on
the stocks, was blown over and damaged. Eight persons
were killed and several badly wounded. The tornado
lasted not more than one minute.