Southern standard. [volume] (Columbus, Miss.) 1851-1856, 1853-05-07

Corpus Christi is great country for persons
iOnd Of the sports of hunting fishing. Hear what
the Nueces Valley says on the SUBJECT:
ranned by the ever present south breeze 70,
eau On the pay shores pursue water fowls. from thu
anser oorealls down to the crested pigeon. and
green wing teal. Wild geese and brents. eanvasc-
oacks' red-heads, mallards, pin tails. Mink etAe
ana other ducks, are also found in abundance -
swans. Pellcans fiamingos, and myriads of blowers
ana snPe are also plentiful. The English SHINE.
upland, bull head, and red breasted ployer are
here every season ~'o
1lfeo OF feathers, you can battle yourself in the
refreshing surf, and by taking boat YOU can
S9ooP IN the Nueces an oyster fit for any palate
Our CRABS are OF superior flavor and for a nan fry
we have the mullet of excellent taste The A.!
def' The crocus, the pearch the bay catfish. and a
species OF the goby, or trout, ranging from ten
ounces 70 tour and five pounds--almost equal. il
is SAID, to be the brook trout.
on larger scales We have the red FISH, the pom
piano. the sklPjack, and the Jew fish, all of which
are A No for the table, sor.auch so as to render
the sheephead here an inferior dish. Green tur
tie' from twenty-five to one hundred and twenty
nVe pounds are to be had at times.
=, On land, quails and chapparel cocks are found
turkeys and the prairie hare, to say nothing of
tne little brown one, can be seen any day one
taxes gun out. Deer in droves, and anteiopes.
are scarcely ever out of sight in traversino orr
neighborhood. To the daring hunter. we can al
most at any given time afford excitement with the
peccary IN chapparel, or with wild cat a leonard
cat, or the Texas lion
OCCASIONALLY leopard, SINH WIND Up hunt
eAn-pi'ea der game be needed, trip to mustang
pen Will afford novel sport, with pretty fair
chance of starting up a live Indian.
SINGULAR CoINC1DENcE.-It is little singular
that of FIVE of the Presidential candidates-one
Webster, is dead another, and the successful can
didate, lost his little boy, after his election,
by most distressing accident, and his own and
wlfe's lives were saved almost miraculousy; while
the third, fourth, and fifth, viz: Fillmore, Cass
and Douglas, have each had to mourn the loss of
their wives since the canvass. Surely death
strikes in high places.
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01T friend has just recited to us the touchngly
sad but beautiful death of the two eldest children of
our esteemed friend, c. F. Hamer., with Scarlatina
CLARA MEDoRA, aged about six years, and MALACHI
B., aged about eight years Clara first smtten,
and in her moments of delerium, would often call to
her little brother-Come, Mally, come !" 1t made so
deep impressian upon the little mourner that when
few hours after, he smtten with the same dis
eGse-in his wild moments he would as if answering
the call of his sister, repeat "Im coming Clara Pm
coming young and beautiful but heart-broken
mother, placed and early spring flower upon
their still and innocent breasts and laid them softly
together in the grave Upon relating the affect
ing circumstances to female friend, she has kindly
furnished US with the following lines :-VictSbur9
Sentinel
"Come Mally Gomez
The pale mother clasps to her heaving breast
The form of her beautiful child
For the dews of death settling fast
On its brow so fair and mild.
The Father mourns DER the willing bloom
His choice, his cherished flower;
And the sad brother cries. don't leave me alone
Clara, to weep through Iife's weary hour.
But list! there are Seraphs lowering near,
To carry their "child angel" Home,
But ere it DEPARTS with voice soft and clear,
Sweety it calls "Come Mally, come"
I'm coming Clara
"I'm coming Clara % can l stay,
And gather flowers alone,
| Or list the Birds sweet early lay,
When thou dear art gone (!
! Can with books or play begule
The heavy hours away,
! Without thy lovely gentle smile !
! Sweet sister can | stay
"I'm coming, Clara to that land
OF bright and lovely flowers,
Where we will wander hand in hand
Through all its fairy bowers.
I'm lonely meath our fav'rite tree,
And at the close of day,
miss thee at my mothers knee,
Thy nightly prayer to say.
i UIn coming Clara Father dear