The Evansville daily journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ia. [i.e. Ind.]) 1848-1862, 1855-09-05
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NUMBER 123.
HERoIsM.

A poor miner IN Cornwall was down with
lanother miner sinking shaft In pursuit of
THAT obscure labor they were blasting the solid
Irock. They had placed in the rock large
icharge of powder, and fixed their fusee SO that
lit could not be eXtricated. Their proper course
was to cut the fIsee with knife, then one
ishould ascend in their bucket it come down
again; then get into it, ignite the fusees, give
the sgral and so be at the top of the shaft be-
fore the explosion. In the present case, how
lever, they negligently cut the fusee with a
lstone and blunt iron instrument. Fire was
lstrucl, the fusee was kissing; they both dashed
Ito the bucket and gave the signal. The man
rI above attempted in vain to move the WlndlaSs.
/ One could escape; both could not and delay
was death to both. One miner looked for a
ImOment at his comrade, and slipping from the
bucket said, escape! | shall be in heaven in a
minute" The bucket sped up the shaft
The man was safe. Eager to watch the fate Of
his deliverer, he bent to hear. Just then the
iexplosion rumbed below; a splinter came up
| the shaft and struck him on the brow. They
soon began to burrow among the fallen rock
to eXtricate the corpse AT last they heard a
voice. Their friend was yet alive! They
reached him; the pieces Of rock had roofed
him over; he was without injury or Scratch
All he could tell was that at the moment his
rock and held it before his eyes. When asked
what induced him to let the other escape, he
replied, 81 knew my soul was safe-I was not
so sure about his.p II look" adds the writer
who narIates this incident Il look at Peter
the Great, who to build city called by his
own name, sacrificed hundred thousand mon;
ard at This poor miner, who to save the soul
of his conrade sat there to be blasted to pieces;
and | ask you which Of the two is the hero!'
* The followiag anecdote of Horace Yer
net is amusing the Parisians, though, ! sup
pose, there is not grain Of truth in it: The
artist was coming from Versailles to the city
in the cars. In the same compartment with
him were two ladies whom he had never seen
before, but who evidently were acquainted
with him. They examined him very minute
ly, and commented upon him quite freely, upon
his martial bearing, his hale old age, military
pantaIoons, &c. The painter was annoyed and
determined to put an end to the persecution.
As the train passed under the tunnel of st.
Cloud, the three travellers were wrapped in COM
pete darkness. Werner raised the back of his
hand to his mouth and kissed it twice violent
ly. On emerging from the obscurity he found
that the ladies had withdrawn their attention
from him and were accusing each other of haT-
ing been kissed by a man in the dark. As
they arrived at Paris, Vernet on leaving them
said '1adies, | shall be pIIzzled all my life by
the inquiry (which of these two ladies was
it that kissed me?" d Us
tTQuien Sabe, of the Boston Post, perpe
trates the following on Long John and the
landlady:
John, tall and wag, was slipping his tea,
When his landlady, rather uncivilly free,
Accosted him thus: "Sir, man of your
meter
Must be, should think, avery large eaterh'
"Nay, nay,' quoth the wag, - tits not as you
For little with me goes a very long aooy''
or A man named Andrew Smith, living
in Washington township, few miles from To
ledo, killed his wife on Saturday last. She
was at work in the field, and the deed appears
to have been committed with an axe and
terrible wounds beinG found upon
her person, which are supposed to have been
made by those instruments. The murderer
fed, but tho officers were in pursuit.
{" l find, Dick, that you. are in the habit Of
taking my best jokes and passing them off as
your own. Doyou call that gentlemanly con-
luct?' fa-f-
"To be sure do, Tom. A true gentleman
will always take joke from friend"
fEFA stranger was passing house where
there was evidently funeral, coffin sitting
near the door. Perceiving an honest son of
Erin hard by, he inquired who was dead.
sWeH, sure an I'm not positive" says Pat,
'Tbut believe it's the jintleman in the coffin"
et.z-In a public office. not far from the aAth-