lavishing on her the choicest nutriment, with a devotedness unknown to vulgar vultures. "Most wonderful!" cried the good Lopez. "How unjust I was! How blind! I refused to believe in beneficence. I find it even among vultures!" Lopez could not grow weary of this touching sight. Day after day he returned to watch it. It opened to him sources of exquisite and inexhaustible meditation. He was enraptured to see innocence strengthened under the wing of power-the weak succoured by the strong; and the transition from the nest of the dove to his gentle Inesilla, in happiness at Cazorla, protected by one of the rich and powerful, was so natural, that he returned home, blessing Don Fernando and the vulture. Already had the light down on the little dove deepened into silvery feathers; already, from branch to branch, had she essayed her timid flight upon her native tree; already could her beak, hardened and sharpened, grasp its nourishment with ease. One day the vulture appeared with the accustomed provender. He eyed his adopted intently. The dove that day looked peculiarly innocent and beautiful. Her form was round and full. Her air delightfully engaging. The vulture paused. He seemed for a moment to exult that he had reared a creature so fair. On a sudden he pounced into the nest. In an instant the dove was devoured! Lopez witnessed this: he stood amazed and puzzled, like Gargantua, on the death of his wife Badebec. "Great powers!" exclaimed Lopez, "what do I behold!" The good man was surprised that a vulture should have eaten a dove, when only the reverse would have been the wonder. The former association in his mind between his daughter and the dove rushed back upon him. He was almost mad. "My Inesilla, my dove," shrieked he to himself, "is also under the protection of a vulture—a great lord—a man of prey-hence! hence!" He ran : he flew. He repeated to himself a hundred times upon the way"We should know the character of those by whom we are obliged, before we let them do us services!" And with this upon his lip he arrived, breathless, at Cazorla. He darted to the retreat where he had left his daughter-Merciful Providence! Reader! I see you are almost as much pleased as Inesilla was, that Lopez saved his daughter. EXTRACT FROM THE JOURNAL OF AN ODD FELLOW. I do abominate laughing. There is nothing that jars upon my feelings so much as one of your genuine horselaughs. It is like the rasping of a saw, or a sleigh running over bare ground. Yet people have got a most villanous habit of laughing when I speak; why, I know not, unless it is that I never laugh myself. I find I am getting the character of a wit. If the name is fairly fixed upon me, I should be most sadly tempted to shoot myself. I fear I have said some amazingly silly things. I will be more circumspect for the future. My conversation is too light-I shall take care to put more lead in it hereafter. Heigh ho!-heaven knows one's words may be light when his heart is heavy. Made an experiment the other night to ascertain whether people laughed at me, or at what I might happen to say. Jack Would-be-wit perpetrated a pun some time since-not a smile-company grim as death-Jack looked blank. "I'll wager a bottle of champagne, Jack, that I'll rehearse that still-born effusion of yours to-morrow night at Madam -'s party with unbounded applause?" "Done," said Jack. And it was done-raised a tremendous laugh-was stamped as a genuine coin of current wit—had the good fortune "virusu per ora volitare" got into the newspapers, and the last I saw of it was travelling about the country, everybody, by the way, claiming it for their own. "What say you to that, Jack?" "True, true, but then you've got such comical way with you." Here then is the fault-it must be mended—I shall look to it. a THERE is one thing which I hold in special abhorrence, and that is the being dragged into an argument on any subject or any occasion. I look upon that man who lays down some litigated opinion and calls upon me either to confute or assent to it, as I would upon a person who should knock me down in the street, to ascertain whether I had strength enough to redress myself; and I have thought that it was a great pity the police could not be called upon in the one case as well as in the other. It may well be conceived that my soreness upon this point constitutes one of the chief miseries of my life. The world is full of these wordy martialists. One can scarcely meet a man who does not carry a whole park of logical artillery in his pocket, all double-shotted with solid syllogisms, enthymemes, propositions, conditional and disjunctive, and ready to let drive at any one who "shows fight." There is your lawyer, with his everlasting sequitur and non sequitur; the theologian, who raps one's pate across with a knotty volume of the fathers; the politician, who will do the same with his cane if you refuse to agree with him; the colonizationist and anti-colonizationist; the temperance man and anti-temperance man; "hold, hold, for mercy sake, do have compassion on my ears, and I will submit to any thing -any thing except hearing you called a wise man or myself a wit." There is another thing which I never could brook, a needless interruption in the solemn business of eating. I am a reasonable man, and think that Archimides was a fool to lose life, rather than leave a geometrical problem unfinished. But had he been discussing a dinner, breakfast, luncheon, or any such matter, instead of a point in mathematics, there I confess I could have sympathized with him. And surely the Greek must have been a most scandalous barbarian, who had broken in as ruthlessly upon the grave tenour and quiet philosophy of such an operation. "It is my candid belief," said Mr. Shirtcollar, starting up from the table where I had just sat down, "that there is no material difference betwixt a monkey and a negro. Don't you think so, Mr. Graves ?" Now this fashionable gentleman of whiskers and mustaches was very fond of paradoxes, which he supported as well as a man might with an empty head and a clattering tongue. It was not the first offence which he had committed against my peace, and I determined to give him a lesson. I dropped my knife and fork and answered him very deliberately. "Negroes are always black"-he nodded-"but monkeys," and I eyed him very significantly from head to foot, "I should be inclined to think, are not invariably so." I resumed my meal. There was a titter among the ladies, but Mr. S. did not " take," and my shaft fell hurtless. "Look'e, sir," said he in a louder tone, "have the negroes ever done any thing great-was there ever a great black man -tell me that?" Interrupted again! my blood boiled, and I resolved that I would do my best to "exflunctify" the animal at once. "Mr. Shirtcollar," said I with great gravity, "you will certainly grant that the Guinead is the noblest epic that was ever produced, always excepting New ton's Principia, and Crabbe's Synonymes." This was somewhat out of the gentleman's depth, and he looked rather blank, but the company began to laugh, and I looked very solemn, and hesitation was death. "Oh yes, I presume there is no question about that," said he very unsuspectingly, "and yet you must be aware that it was written by a negro." This was a poser. "Well, well-yes -I'll allow, but "-and the whole table burst into a roar. "Oh, demme, you're a quizzing!" cried the discomfited controversialist, and made off with himself, leaving me to finish my meal without further molestation. But I found my dinner was spoiled, Heard a conversation in the adjoining room, which did not tend to improve my appetite. "He-he-he! what a funny man!" said a female voice. "Yes-yes-a great wit—a great wit! ha, ha!" was the reply. Left my dinner and slunk off to my room, wishing that I had let Shirtcollar alone. WENT to a party with a solemn determination to establish a new charactermade out a long list of serious subjectsdeath-the grave-parson -'s last sermon, &c. for conversation; and resolved that if people would exercise their risibles, it should not be on my account. Remarked to Miss very gravely, and with a sigh, as was becoming, "Alas, we must all die!"-thought she would have died a laughing. Deuced strange this! had an idea of getting mad about it; but if people feel inclined they will laugh, so I stared and said nothing, but resolved to hold my tongue for the remainder of the evening. Looked at Harry Blunt; the fellow burst into a laugh. "What the d- are you laughing at?" said I, fiercely. Worse yet; feared he would go into hysterics. "He-he-he," said he at length, "you look just as if you were meditating something funny." Saw a tittering young lady pointing A KENTUCKIAN'S ACCOUNT BY JAMES H. HACKETT. I never was down-hearted but once in my life, and that was on seeing the death of a faithful friend, who lost his life in trying to save mine. The fact is, I was one day making tracks homeward, after a long tramp through one of our forestsmy rifle carelessly resting on my shoulder me out to another, and heard her whisper, "a great wit." Couldn't stand it any longer. Sneaked off. Swore in my wrath to cut all my acquaintance. Used no reason in laughing, but made it a point to laugh at every thing I said, whether it had any point in it or not. "There is no chance here," thought I, "to get a new character." They are all predetermined to consider me a wit. I made a resolution to change my boarding-place, and cut every soul of them. Went in search of a new boarding--when my favourite dog Sport, who house. Found one that suited me exactly. Fine rooms, pleasantly situated, landlady looked as though she wouldn't laugh at trifles, and every thing had a very solemn laughter-rebuking air. Delighted with my good fortune, I was about to accept her terms, when a little urchin rushed into the house, crying and bawling "Ma! my nose, my nose, Johnny hit it a blow; boo-o-o; Johnny's a bad boy." "That's true, my little fellow," said I, "tell Johnny to blow his own nose, he had no right to blow yours." I had scarcely uttered these half unconscious words, when I heard a titter from a young lady on the opposite side of the room. Immediately I recollected to my dismay, that I had said something which might be twisted into a pun. 66 Ha, ha, ha!" roared a gentleman behind me, as if the joke had dawned very gradually upon his mind. "Pretty good! pretty good!" "The gentleman is quite a wit," came ringing upon my ear. "D!" I muttered between my teeth, and rushed into the streets like a madman. "What a cursed slip!" thought I, as I hurried along, dashing against the passengers, until at length I came in contact with an old woman with a basket of chips upon her head, and away she went into the gutter. "Is she drunk, eh!" asked a gentleman who was passing. Merely a little top-heavy," said I. "He, he, he, you seem to be a wit!" was the reply. I am not an irascible man. Nay, I flatter myself I have even an unusual share of the milk of human kindness-of that charity which teaches us to bear and forbear-of mercy which "descends like the gentle dews of heaven," and "blesseth him that gives and him that takes." But oh, how I did want to knock that man down! Went home-packed up my moveables, and started for the country. was trotting quietly a-head of me, suddenly stopped stock still, gazed into a big oak tree, bristled up his back, and fetched a loud growl. I looked up and saw, upon a quivering limb, a half-grown panther, crouching down close, and in the very act of springing upon him. With a motion quicker than chain-lightning I levelled my rifle, blazed away, and shot him clean through and through the heart. The varmint, with teeth all set, and claws spread, pitched sprawling head foremost to the ground, as dead as Julyus Cæsar! That was all fair enough; but mark! afore I had hardly dropped my rifle, I found myself thrown down flat on my profile by the old she-panther, who that minute sprung from an opposite tree, and lit upon my shoulders, heavier than all creation! I feel the print of her devilish teeth and nails there now! My dog grew mighty lovinghe jumped a-top and seized her by the neck; so we all rolled and clawed, and a pretty considerable tight scratch we had of it. I began to think my right arm was about chawed up; when the varmint, finding the dog's teeth rayther hurt her feelings, let me go altogether, and clenched him. Seeing at once that the dog was undermost, and there was no two ways about a chance of a chokeoff or let-up about her, I just out jackknife, and with one slash, prehaps I didn't cut the panther's throat deep enough for her to breathe the rest of her life without nostrils! I did feel mighty savagerous, and, big as she was, I laid hold of her hide by the back with an aligator-grip, and slung her against the nearest tree hard enough to make every bone in her flash fire. "There," says I, "you infernal varmint, root and branch, you are what I call used up! But I turned around to look for my dog, and-and- tears gushed smack into my eyes, as I see the poor affectionate cretur-all of a gore of blood-half raised on his fore legs, and trying to drag his mangled body toward me; down he dropped-I run up to him, whistled loud, and gave him a friendly shake of the paws-(for I loved my dog!) --but he was too far gone; he had just strength enough to wag his tail feebly -fixed his closing eyes upon me wishfully-then gave a gasp or two, andall was over! MISCELLANIES. CAMPBELL. THE poet Campbell having completed his " Life of Mrs. Siddons," left England about six weeks ago, and proceeded to Paris. By a letter received from him dated the 1st of September, addressed to a gentleman in London, we learn that he has set out for Algiers. "I am going," says he, "to Algiers. To-morrow I set out for Lyons, and from thence shall proceed to Toulon, and shall embark on board the same packet-boat with Mons. Lawrence, the distinguished Deputy of the Lower Chamber, who is sent out a second time by government as inspector of the new colony." FEMALE INGENUITY. was, A widow woman, with seven children, having applied for some time in vain for hired lodgings, at last practised the following finesse to obtain a shelter for herself and offspring. Observing a notice of lodgings to let, in a house situated next to a churchyard, she ordered her children to play in the churchyard while she inquired respecting the apartments. The first question on entering the threshold "Madam, have you any children?" to which she replied, in a saint-like and pathetic tone, "They are all in the churchyard." The effect was instantaneous-writings were drawn up the rooms secured, and the lady came to take possession of them. The hostess was horror-struck on be holding her children, and refused them admittance; but nothing being said on this point "in the bond," she was fain obliged to make a virtue of necessity, and make the best of a bad bargain. IRISH INVITATION TO DINNER. "WILL ye dine with me to-morrow?" said a Hibernian to his friend." Faith an' I will, with all my heart."-" Remimber, 'tis only a family dinner I'm asking ye to."—" And what for not? A family dinner is a mighty plisant thing! What have ye got ?" "Och! nothing by common! Jist an iligant pace of corned beef and potatoes !"- "By the powers! that bates the world! Jist my own dinner to a hair-barring the beef!" MUTTON AND NO MUTTON. It is odd enough that a sheep when dead should turn into mutton, all but its head; for, while we ask for a leg or a shoulder of mutton, we never ask for a mutton's head: but there is a fruit which changes its name still oftener; grapes are so called while fresh, raisins when dried, and plums when in a pudding. INTERESTING QUESTION. Ar a debating club, the question was discussed, whether there is more happiness in the possession or pursuit of an object? "Mr. President," said an orator, “ suppose I was courtin' a gal and she was to run away, and I was to run after her; would n't I be happier when I cotch'd her, than when I was running after her ?" ORTHOGRAPHY. Ar a baker's, at the west end of the town, any lady or gentleman so disposed may step in and have, as we are informed by a notice over the door, his or her "vitals baked here.” AMERICAN 'CUTENESS. We have heard a good story illustrative of the trafficking character of the NewBedford people, and of the illustrative nature of some of their profits. A good old lady of that town had two sons, aged ten and twelve years, who were, she said, such real New-Bedforders, though she said it, who had n't ought to say it, that when shut up in a close room an hour together, "they would make five dollars profits a-piece in swapping jackets with each other!" ROMANCE OF REAL LIFE. "SOME years ago," says a foreign journal, "the captain of a Corsair carried off the wife of a poor wood-cutter, residing in the neighbourhood of Messina. After detaining her for several months on board his vessel, he landed her on an island in the South seas, wholly regardless of what might befall her. It happened that the woman was presented to the savage monarch of the island, who became enamoured of her. He made her his wife, placed her on the throne, and at his death left her sole sovereign of his dominions. By a European vessel, which recently touched at the island, the poor wood-cutter has received intelligence of his wife. She sent him presents of such vast value, that he will probably be one of the wealthiest private individuals in Sicily, until it shall please her majesty, his august spouse, summon him to her court." to THE RUNAWAY NEGRO. A FACT. (For the Parterre). ABOUT eleven years ago, there lived on Alleghany mountain, in Hampshire county, a farmer named Lloyd Ward. Though of large and powerful frame, he was remarkably active, and a man of great courage; qualities which were once put to a severe test in the following manner: One morning a negro made his appearance at Ward's house, and requested something to eat. His request was complied with; and while the sable visitor was dispatching his meal, the farmer interrogated him as to his name, and the person to whom he belonged. To these inquiries, the negro replied by producing a dirty piece of paper, which Ward, upon unfolding, perceived to be a forged pass. "Dat will tell you who me b'long to, massa," said the negro. "This wont do, my fine fellow," remarked Ward, as his eye glanced over the paper, "you'll get yourself into trouble, I guess, if you shew this to any one, and the writer may stand a chance of being hung!" Upon hearing these words, the negro eagerly snatched the paper, and in spite of Ward's endeavour to prevent him, he tore it into a hundred pieces. "Hum," said Ward to himself, "a runaway nigger!" and he at once made up his mind to capture the fugitive. "Me tell de trute, massa, "said the negro, perceiving that he was discovered; "me come from Big Capon.-Massa will buy him?" "No," replied Ward, "I have no money to spare." "Massa will hire?" "I can do neither," rejoined the farmer; "but I have a friend who may perhaps want a help, and I will take you to him." To this proposition the black readily assented, and he and Ward departed together, the latter taking with him his double-barrelled gun, and being followed by a large dog. As they proceeded on their way, the negro conversed freely with the farmer, who did not doubt but that he should make an easy capture of him. Great, therefore, was his astonishment, when, |