Year: 1862

the name Of the Conthieveracy. The poor man
implored that his five bales might be saved. They
were all the property he had in the world. This
was impossible. He begged that one bale might
be left to him. The cotton burners were mex
orabe. They applied the torch. The poor mans
five bales were consumed. The cotton burners
turned rife searchers. The poor man said, 1t
cost me twenty-five dollars. Give me five for
| it, haven't dollar in the world" The cotton
burners were deafto every entreaty of the poor
man. They destroyed the cotton and carried
away his rifle. He is in this city now begging for
food and clothing.


A Louisiana planter, under similar circumstan-
ces, produced very unsimar result


The cotton burners came, they saw, they-de-
parted.


al have come to burn your cotton, sir"


"By what authority2"


By the authority of General Beauregard"


You will not burn my cotton"


I'VE will burn your cotton"


" Go about it then But it is my opinion gen.
tlemen, that you will not burn it."


What do you propose to do? You don't
mean to say that you will show any opposition to
our authority?"


+" I simply mean to say that you will not burn
my cotton. Bob, bring coal of fire."


The fire is brought.


80 Gentlemen, there is the fire, and yonder are
one hundred bales of cotton. Proceed"


Your conduct is very extraordinary, sir. l
/ / Il


"Well, sir, Imean that if you attempt to burn
that cotton will scatter your brains so far and
wide that no power in heaven or earth can bring
them together again. Here, boys, that cotton is
yours defend it or starve"


Odd strange conduct" mutters Mr. Officer,
suenly. "Well attend to your case, sir We
are going down the river we will give you visit
on our return"


do. Whenever you make up your mind to
burn my cotton, by all means come and burn"


The cowed officer and his posse =" fell back in
good order" The valiant Lousianian saved his
cotton He has had no second visit from Beau
regards cotton burners.


have yet to hear of an instance of voluntary
submission to this cruel cotton order of Beau
regard. In thousands of cases remonstrance,
threats Of men and tears of women and children
were of no avail. Correspondence NJ Y. WorId.


A DEAR LITTLE REBEL WDow.-We have
received magnificent magnolia blossom from
beautiful and charming young widow Of Nash
ville who tells US that although she is a terrible
rebel, she is an admrer of ours, and that if we
visit Nashville she will not spit in our face. as
some Nashville trolop lately threatened to a.,
but give us a cordial welcome to'her home.


Sweet widow, we thank you. If there are any
created beings more charming than the angels, it
must according to our notion, be young widows.
You are a widow after our own heart, and we ac-
knowledge you have got it. We will soon pass
an hour with you, and if we do not make you 10y
al the first half hour, we will agree to be rebel
the last half We slept last night with your
great, fragrant blossom at our bedside, and we
hardly need tell you that our dreams were blend
ing of flowers, and music, and birds, ard stars,
and love, and moonlight, and paradise, and kisses,
and witches, and widows Louisville Journal.





ten obituary column in the newspapers. 1t is
written over the church-yard gate, on every white
slab in ten thousand cemeteries, on every page of
the great volume of nature ITSELF which we read
from day to day. Generations, nations and king
doms have all been numbered under that one
word" Died Under that word may be reck-
oned more than twenty-five and half millions of
the human race every year, or more than eighty
six thousand every day, and upward of three
thousand every hour. 1t is fearful TO realize, in
this busy active world that with every beat Of the
pulse, living soul gldes from time into eternity,
leaving scarcely ripple upon the sea of human
life, to be noticed by others. As it has been with
past generations, so it viii be with you Over
your name in some daily or weekly newspaper,
which is rapidly read and thrown aside will stand
that significant word-"Ded l"-PaImer Journal.


PALSY, THE PoTTER.-Palissy celebrated
French potter, who was a Protestant, was con-
demned along with two females to be burnt to
DEATH King Henry III of France urged him to
give up his religion and turn Papist otherwise he
said, 81 shall be compelled to send you to the

stake" Palsy replied, Your Majesty has said
several times that you felt pity for me, but it is
who pity you, who have said, i am compelled
That is not speaking like king These girls
and l, who have part in the kingdom of heaven,
will teach you 20 talk royalty. Your guards, your
people, and yourself cannot compel poor potter
to bow down to an image of clay That is talk
ing royalty"


BE JUST AND FEAR NoT.-Never let your hon
est conviction be laughed down, You can no
more exercise your reason if you live in constant
dread of ridicue, than you can enjoy your life.
If you think it right to differ from the times, and
to make point of morals, co it, however pedan-
tic it may appearj do it--not for insolence, but
seriously and grandly, as if man wore big soul
of his own in his bosom, and did not wait till it
was breathed into him by the breath of fashion.
Be true to your manhoods conviction, and in the
end you will not only be respected by the world,
but have the approval of your own conscience.


Polly, dear, said loving husband to his
spouse, who was several years his junior, what
do you say to settling at the Cape ?" "Oh I'm
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