Glasgow Courier. — 1858-12-28 (Glasgow, Strathclyde, Scotland)

TWO ADVENTURES IN INDIA.  Mr Benwell, an artist, sends to the Illustrated News two pictures illustrating some adventures he met while dawk travelling in India. Ile was travelling in a palanquin with bearers: "The soothing effect of the motion of the palanquin, set me dosing. and thenbusily dreaming, when suddenly, with electric effect,l felt myself and planquin jerked violently to the ground. Then followed the most unearthly yells, and amongst the shouts of many voices, I could distinguish the words ' Marho, sahib ! marho !" The meaning of these words I well knew to be 'Kill him, sahib ! kill him !' and with the full anticipation of some danger, I slid back one of the doors and looked out. I naturally turned towards the place from whence the sounds proceeded, and discovered that my bearers were in full flight towards an open space; some Were looking round with the utmost terror depicted on their countenances, whilst others were too intent upon escape to look anywhere but before them. I now turned my. head with a feeling that some cause perhaps of an alarming nature must exist to occasion all this hubbub and excitement. I soon discovered it. About 30 yards ahead was a small stone Midge spanning one of the innumerable little streams which intersect the road here; some brushwood had sprung up around and partly in the arch, and from this patch of jungle, with stately step and slow, an immense tiger was emerging. I felt at first undecided as to the particular part I ought to take in this awkward affair. Impulsively I seized two large duelling pistols which were my never failing companions de voyage, and which I kept in two holster pipes fixed conveniently in the forepart of the vehicle, loaded and ready for instant service. I had also a double-barrelled fowling piece lying along the side of the mattress, and this I remembered was also loaded; thus formidably armed, it may be said that I had not much to fear had the tiger made an attack. Be this as it may, I ardently hoped that his feline majesty would decide upon a different course. Slowly he ascended the embankment on the left of my position, his eyes fixed intently upon me as I looked through the partly. closed door with pistols at full cock, and my fingers on the triggers. To my unspeakable relief he kept his course neross the road, still stately and slow, with meat; sured even step towards a cover of brushwood, which lay off the road about 100 yards. As he gradually increased the distance between us I felt my breathing become more easy, and the fluttering of my heart more regular. I was now getting impatient for his absence, and so far recovered myself as to bang off one of the pistols towards him, without, however, taking much mm, my object being to quicken his pace, which I hoped the noise would effect. Not so; he turned his head a little more round, and seemed to watch the smoke as it slowly moved away in the calm evening, and, as he slightly slackened his pace to make his observations, I began to repent of my rash temerity, and to regret that I had not left well alone. The report ,from the pistol seemed to restore courage to the bearers, who resumed their shouts of • Marho, sahib! macho!" Another adventure is thus told —"I: composed myself for a short sleep, the stillness of the night and the cessation from motion being favourable to repose. I , soon fell into an uneasy nap, from which I was turbed by sounds of sniffing close to my ears. Through , the cane bottom of the palaneuin came a strong menagorie-like odour, and the sniffing noises increased until I seemed completely surrounded by them. I now began to realise my position. Fastening the sliding doors on each side I peered through the small windows in front, and discovered to my great consternation that I, in my frail vehicle, and still more frail state of health, was beset by a pack of hyenas, wolves and jackals. Now, had I been able to stand, with a good stick in my hand, I might have sent the whole pack scouring off into the jungle; but to raise myself into a sitting posture required my utmost efforts, and to stand without assistance was quite impossible; this my fierce visitors seemed to be aware of, for their familiarities became truly alarming. The sniffing increased in vigour, and now and then a concussion against the panels from the violent contact of the snouts of some more eager than the rest showed that they were really in earnest. The short cachinnatory bark of the Iget.nha. was clearly distiitiegsislDifabtlLitiunid the howling An usessional jackals with my flute against the door inside seemed only to stimulate the pack to renewed attempts to get at me, and I was beginning to give all up in dewhen, to my unutterable relief, a faint glimmer in the distance told me that succour was at hand. The light was from the torches of the mussalchies, who with the whole party of bearers, presuming on my helpless condition, had, disregarding my orders, been to enjoy a smoke in the village. As the lights approached, my assailants rushed pell-mell to the jungle. A howl, loud and of long continuance, dying awayin the distant woods, indicated the direction the pack had taken; and, though dismal enough, appealed to my sense of gratitude for deliverance from the throats which gave utterance to it. The next morning I reached a civil station' where I obtained medical assistance and rest, which I badly needed, and in due course came on to Benares."  THE "SONG OF SOLOMON" FOR PRINCE LOUIS BoNAPARTE.—We understand that the Rev. J. Riche:whorl, master of Appleby Grammar School, has translated the "Song of Solomon" into the Westmoreland dialect for Prince Louis Laden Bonaparte. This song, in the dialects of Cumberland, Wesmoreland, and Northumberland, is now in the press, by order of the Prince. The Prince lately visited Appleby, along with Mr Rayson, in order to commission the Rev. J. Richardson to make the translation.—Cumberland Pacquet. ATTEMPTED SUICIDE OF A PRISONER IN I LONDON t°