The Sierra citizen., 1854-04-22

Laurence The enemy did not expect
such result. The Laurence; "literally
a wreck" no longer attempted to
mix in the fray; it was not long before
her colors were hauled down, and the
British, perceiving Tie fact, concluded that
they had ended the combat, and could
claim the spoils. Their men crowded to
the bulwarks of their respective vessels,
waved their hats, and sent up three cheers
for their supposed victory. There was a
brief suspension Of the action, and some of
the Americans began to despond. But
as soon as the order sent by Captain
Elliott along the American line was fully
given, Perry gave from the Niagara the
signal for close action. An unexpected
turn was this; the American line, craft
after craft, ran up their answering flags,
and three cheers rolled from deck to deck.
The British attempted to change some
what their position. Perry took advan-
tage of the attempt. and bore down with
the Niagara within half pistol shot,
having two of the enemys vessels on one
side and three on the other. Both her
broadsides pored in their sweeping fire.
She continued to maneuvre about them,
firing away broadsides, starboard and
larbOard, while the other American YES
sells, following her example, were in close
engagement, pouring in charges of grape
and canister. "The tide of battle had
turned" The Detroit, from which the
British commander had been attempting
the destruction of Perry's feet, was now
herself the scene of fearful devastation; and
sent, above the uproar of the cannonade,
the shrieks of her men. Fifteen or twenty
minutes more had the Americans con-
tinued this desperate onslaught before the
British struck their colors, and an officer
was seen on the taffrail of one OF their
vessels bearing white flag from a
boarding-pike. The day was won.
The smoke cleared away; the hostile
squadrons were partly mixed; Perry's
signal for close fight was then seen aloft,
and responsive flags were still displayed
by the smaller vessels; while the battered
Laurence lay at a distance, proud in her
ruins, with her colors again in the breeze.
The whole British squadron had been
taken More than two hundred and fifty
men were killed or wounded, twenty-four
of whom were quarter deck officers. By
three o'clock Z. NJ, the storm of battle
had subsided into the tranquil quiet and
serenity of these beautiful waters. God
grant it may never be heard over them
again National Magazine.
ELoQUENr.-Sombody ought to look
after the editor Of the Albany Register
Hear his account of progress in Albany.
But here we are again up to fever heat,
with the steam on at tremendous pressure
and going ahead like comet. We have
Woman's Convention in the full tide of
successful experiment. three sessions day,
working and talkr e andarguing as if the
Heavens and Earth were coming together.
The strong minded women are here; the
bleomers are here; ladies it pantalets, old
fashioned short gowns and long flowing
curls, dangling beautifully along down by
rosy cheeks, and floating gracefully over
necks of snow and shoulders of alabaster.
Reverend men are here, with faces meek
as lamts and long as liberty poles, with
hair curled sleekly back and oiled as if in
preparation for being swallowed by boa
constructor.
Who has not heard of the wrongs of
women; and the cruelty of men? OF the
hard expressions that expel women from
their "God exalted spheres" of the aggra-
vated evils that are by law heaped in pyra-
mids upon wives, and the excess of priv
ileges conferred upon husbands? Let him
who is happily ignorant of all this, attend
this Convention and be astonished. Let
him listen to the Reverend Antoinett
Crown the Rev. Mrs. May, and other
strong minced and pi4ilanthropic women.
Mrs. Ernestine L. Rose, with her flowing
ringlets and silvery voice, with graceful
iesture of kiddcd hand, will charm him
with her eloquence. Mrs. Nichols, with
her heavenly smile beaming through tears
like an April sunshine cleaning gloriously
among the raindrops, will entrance him.
They will do more. They will make him
open his eyes to the dimensions OF half a
dozen full moons. Talk about the wrongs
of Southern Slavery, the expressions heap
ed upon the sable sons and daughters of
Africa; portray your LOG Cabin
scenes" clank your chains, and apply the
lash to the quivering flesh. All these
things, when compared to the wrongs
inflicted by law and the social habits of
society upon white educated, refined Chris
tian worlen, in this free country, are in
comparison like the puny dormouse to the
extinct mastodon. the .minow to the levia-
than of the great deep.
The following quaint epitaph is from
the Spirit ofthe Times, :aken from tomb
stone about ten miles from Providence
sI'm contented in mind,
Ican't alter my case,
/ return to the dust,
Pm of the human race;
Existence I've had,
On earth here I've been;
I'm as likely to have
An elegant existence again.
Snow fell this, Friday morning, and
lays to the depth Of two inches IN town.