Litchfield enquirer., 1858-09-23
AN INCIDENT--IN A NEW YORK
 GROGGERY.

I AN 1NCIDENTNiN A NEW YORK 1 GROCERY.
 On one of the corners of Mercer street there l is low drinking bouse.s~All around the bar room there are arranged small tables, on which, of an evening, some of the frequenters are rest ing their glasses, but more for shuffling half- worn cards There is no name over the door, nor any number upon it ; it seems to be no part of the keepers plan to attract transient patroneg ge, but rather to depend on a regular line of customers dozen of whom were as scmbled some time after 1 o'clock one night last week, where they might have realized as much fun as Swedenborgs evil spirits in the de- lights of their co"dfre. but for a most abrupt interruption just as our reporter chanced to be crossing into Broadway.
 I T want Andrew O'Niel ? The men at the bar and the ;tters by thGtables looked toward the door, where stood young woman, poorly but not shabbiy dressed, ih whose uuspottcd face hope and desire were struggling with d,s- pair. I want Andrew O'Nielp Thele was Ilan energy behind the almost calm voice of the fRoman and at this second summons, a middle aged man with a pock-narkcd face, and ill whose mixed blood the Scotch seemed to pre- dominate, got up heavily and moved toward | the door.
 What are you here for, ard away from home again, Mrs. ? 4t
 For you, for you, O'Nie you're not to be here spending your money and me washing the long day. ss
 Go about your business you might be ashamed here among the Mercer street women. I'm not going with you !; so start off, and the sooner the better.'
 Will you say that to me Come here now | And saying this the woman caught at her husbands cap with one haud, aud pulled him by the arm with the other, when the brute pushed her in the face, and tried to excite his fellows against her by vile cpithets but the i first jeer he raised, made the woman fraltc, and snatchiug for an oyster-knfe she rushed upon him with such wild fury that he was res cued with difficulty by the keeper of the house and one or two of the by-standcrs.
 Is this the way you talk to me- you white faced villain is this what you promised me when left my good home Look me in the face you skulk, aud speak, if you ever saw or heard aught against me as maid or wife I've. not in the house what's comfortable, and yo,p here drinking and playing away the money l should have for the boys. How dare you look at mc ?
 The crazed woman shrieked this rather than spoke it, and the landlosa, annoyed by the crowd gathering at the door, interfcred to get her off. He told her to go about her business {; that if she was decent woman, she would n't be disturbing the town, and iutinated where the door Was through which she must go.
 Do YOU tell me to go ? dp YOU Say anything of me that's not decent? I'm O'Nicl's lawful | ,,.;fo tha f,f tuo hov /.fo ping close to him, and drawing herself uncon- sciously up to an attitude of graceful power) do YOU dare to strike ME, or say wrong of me ? You steal away my joy you steal away honest peoples earnings, you. serpent !! Yes, hold on to that post ; you can't look an honest woman Ike Mary O'Nicl in the face no more . can any man here, no more. can this ptiful husband of mine, drinking, with harlots and skulking here, look at me.
 This burst of invcctive subdued all about her. l Her face was radiant with indignant passion. She stood on that miserable floor a revelation on unconscious eloquence and original power, before which covered the inferior people around her. There was reveng in the St. Nicholas, near by The gilded bar-room of that caravan sers was crowded, its drawing-rooms aud it's supper-tables thronged with fair women in cost l ly silks but was there ill any one of all that brilliant asscmblage so much of that native power, force of character, and capacity for sclf assertion, that mark where the gold-veins are in the quartz of human formations was there anywhere more of this than gleamed from the features of Mary ONel, with her heart break ing there in the low drinking room across the way?
 While she was speaking, her husband sneak ed out through door behind the bar and the woman was left alone. Two or three strangers in the crowd expressed their admiration of her womanliuess and their sympathy. for her msfor- tunes, by compelling her to take . small sum of money, and urging her to give over looking for her worthless husband then or ever thereafter But her pathetic reply was, Bad as he is, love the ground he walks upon.'
 CALHOUN ON THE TELEGRApH.--In speech of John C. Calhoun, in the Senate of the Uni ted States, March 18th, lS46, on the bill for terminating the occupancy of Oregon Territory,