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other, and the judge at the same moment commenced turning over his notes of the evidence, preparatory to charging. After a few moments, Le commenced—

‘Gentlemen of the jury—The present actlon———

‘My lord,’ interrupted the foreman, * 1 believe it will be unnecessary for your lordship to trouble yourself by going through the evidence. We have agreed on our

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verdict.’ — eae - ‘Indeed 2 said his lordship, a little surprised.

Crawford started from his seat, breathless, and pale|

asa statue. ‘The issue paper was handed down. ‘For whom do you find, geatlemen ?’ . ‘We find for the plaintifi—£6,000 damages, and 6d. costs, replied the foreman. Crawford’s eye brightened—one flash of triumph gleamed upon his features—in an instant that marble hue replaced it, and, with an air of utter exhaustion, he sank in his place. I drew near him— ‘My dear fellow,’ said I, ‘you have made a splendid

eflort; but you are fatigued—you had better leave the|

court.’ He smiled faintly. ‘You are right, he replied. ‘I am knocked up, I be-

lieve ; it came on me by surprise. I’]] take your advice;

and we left together.

When we reached the street, I found it was later than

I thought; and having an engagement to dine witha friend some miles from town, 1 parted Crawford in a few minutes. AsI was leaving him, I shook him warmly by the hand, and exclaimed— ‘ du revoir, my dear Arthur, you have a splendid career before you. I shall yet see you on the bench,’

‘Perhaps so,’ said he, with a forced smile; ‘ but I fear

you are a bad prophet.’

We parted. I slept in the country that night, and next day arrived in town just in time to drive to the court-house, where a case in which [ was engaged was expected to be called on early.

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THE EXAMINER.

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‘chitis and consumption to prey upon his throat, deprived ‘of its natural covering. He lets out his indignation on ‘this subject in the following clever parody :

On Manhood, when the race was yeung, The beard in unshorn beauty sprung,

And nations felt what poets sung,---

| Man’s great and matchless majesty.

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But manhood saw another sight, When Fashion bade each luckless wight With lather make himself a fright,

And use the keen-edged cutlery. With napkin near his glass arrayed, Each man then drew his razor blade,

| While soap and brush a lather made,

To hide the dreadful butchery.

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And whiter yet that face should grow, When all the glorious beard laid low, His glass a woman’s face shall show, Shorn of its manly majesty.

| The Razor glides. Before it fall

Mustachio and Imperial---

The stately beard and whiskers, all The victims of its treachery.

Ah! few continue to be men, For many even glory, when Each day the soapy foam again Is made their manhood’s sepulchre !

LETHEON ; OR PETER SPONGE’S APOLOGY. Blessed be the man who, having had the courage to descend into a region hotter than the sands of the Brazos in the month of August, had the skill to analyze and the nerve to bottle up, a small supply for the present demand of the waters of the river Lethe. We will ap- proach the doctor as the ancients did Trophonius, with

I hadjust entered. Another case was called. After) cakes of honey in our hands and clad inclean garments;

a few moments, the agent hurried into court, apparently in great excitement —

‘ My lord,’ said he, addressing the bench, ‘I have to apply for a postponement of this trial on a very melan- choly ground. Mr. Crawford, who was engaged in the case, has been wounded—I fear mortally —this morning, ina duel.”

There was a deep sensation in the court ; but I waited for no more. [rushed to Crawford’s lodgings. Alas!

the tale was but tootrue. I found he had but a few!

hours to live. He had given Mr. Vandeleur a meeting that morning, and in the first fire received the fatal wound.

As I entered the room, he smiled.

‘Well,’ said he, ‘ was I right in doubting your pre- diction? At least it will be a satisfaction to you to know that Lam a happier man than I should be, if it were true.

[ will not dwell upon my interview with him. Life was fast ebbing ; but he suffered little pain, and was not only resigned, but cheerful. He made one request of me, which I too soon had the sad satisfaction of execut- ing--that he should be interred in the church-yard of

Ki That evening he was no more. * * * *

[t was a bright, dewy April morning; the sun was just rising, and a group of persons were moving towards the gate which led from the little churchyard just alluded to to the high road. The oldclergyman of the parish, and the physician whom we have already seen at the begin- ning of this story, were walking silently together, a little in advance ofthe rest, and one tottering, aged man was leaning both his hands on an oaken staff, and looking ona new-made grave, while the large tears flowed slowly down his furrowed cheeks, and a group of young

and unconscious children were gazing wistfully in his!

face. “It is a strange superstition,” said the physcian, rather musingly than addressing his companion, “ which makes the heavens weep over the interment of the beau- tiful and the good. Those who know this world’s hol- lowness would find a happier omen in their smile.”

“ And those who do not,” replied the clergyman “might learn it sadly from the story of Emily St Aubyn.”

Yes, reader, on her grave fell the first ray of that morning’s quiet sunshine, Five days after the termin- ation of the trial above described, her bruised and gen- tle spirit passed away to that world “ where the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest.”

But what of Vandeleur? After the fatal duel with Crawford, he left the country, resided in France for five

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years, where he married an English heiress, whose for-|

tune was far beyond what entitled him to the legacy be- queathed by his uncle. He returned to Ireland, sat in

> ° . . o % E pe ner for his native county for eighteen years, and| ied in the midst ofa large and prosperous family. Is|

the reader starled by the prosperity of the wicked 2 1S ETERNAL ?

Sorrows of the good, and the Does he forget that susticE

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BEARDS.

“The City Item” is the title of a new and elegant- looking weekly journal, the first number of which has just reached us from Philadelphia. Itis brimful of ood things—-much above the run of newspaper articles in merit—and bids fair to be a racy, spicy, readable sheet. The editor, among various reformatory articles, “woes the death” against the practice of shavine in winter-—- declaring that no man is justified in thus invitine bron-

but we will come back with pale phizzes, blue lips and \chattering teeth. However, never having tried the Le- \theon, we will presume that a grand victory over pains ‘has been gained, and that hereafter all kinds of suffer- ing, even that which is “sharper than a serpent’s tooth,” may be for the time removed. Such, at all events, was the opinion of Peter Sponge, a weazen-faced man, who stood inthe Recorder’s dock recently. Peter’s head was evidently swelled by the intense action of his brain, and his nose was in the same situation from its having come in contact with the pavement. His pale cheeks were sunken in between his jaws, and his mouth was as tight and wrinkled as a miser’s purse. His little piggish eyes looked as if they wanted to cross the bridge of his nose, and yet hadn’t money enough to pay the toll. On |the whole, Peter was a very mysterious little man, and on his name being called started upon his feet as though he had received a galvanic shock.

“'That’s my name, sir—Sponge—Professor Sponge.”

“Sponge, you were found drunk last night. What do you do for a living ?”

“Tm a scientific man, sir—I’m one of the new lights, and not to be put out as easily as you imagine. [ve tried every thing in the way of science, and like all men of genius have been unsuccessful. I’m a somnambulist by birth, sir.”

“You’re a what by birth ?”

“ A somnambulis!. When I was an infant I crawled in my sleep, and cried for pap in the midst of dreams. At four years old I drowned a dozen young chickens in the wash basin, whilst ina somniferous state, and at ten was famed for walking on house tops and going a swim- min’ with my night clothes on. This was sufficient evidence of my talent, and they determined to educate me.

“T'o educate you for what 2”

“For the magnetizing business, sir. When ] was twelve years old I could go to sleep quicker, and tel] objects with my eyes shut more correctly, than any bo ‘In the profession. But an accident occurred, sir, that ‘marred my prespects.” : | “What was that ?” | “The house was crowded, sir. The brilliant lights in the tin sconces shone like thea—a—mirrors of chivalr sand { was the object of attraction. There I sat, a |answering all kinds of questions, when unbeknowin rie |me, as a red-faced man was asking me what wag the \color ofa cow he had on his farm, a fiend, with a crooked ;nose and a pair of green spectacles, ran a lone darnine /needle into my fiesh through the seat of my pantaloons, [bellowed with agony, sir—-was cuffed out by the an. dience, and since that have been a misanthrope !” -

: You said just now you were a professor2”.__ en lam, sir—l ain a professor of the Letheon “ What kind of a school is that 2”

“We, Sir, who belong to that school, | Patients a kind of subtle essence that enters the nervous \system and deadens the feelings for the time bei Under its influence teeth can be drawn legs saw a off and eyes taken out, without the slightest pain ’ The | Patients, transported into the realms of felicit ma 7 |thing but angels and flowers, hear nothing p greg os Bulls and Paganinis J nothing butes rene Olle re aganinis, and feel nothing but a kind of soft, \delicate, aerial, vapory kind of sweetness.”

| “You must have been in that state last night, when

you kickedupa row and b ! counter >” , toke the tumblers on the

> “Sir, was under the in

give our

fluence of the blessed ether

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at that time—I did put a little gin in the acid by way of experiment, and dipped the sponge in whiskey to take away its sea water smell; but, sir, I trust you will not keepa man of science from his operations.”

“‘ What operation have you to perform ?”

“T have the leg ofa horse to amputate to-day, sir, and intend to place the Letheon in his nose-bag, in order to deaden his nerves during the operation. [ shall give him a strong dose, and after cutting off the limb supyly its place with acork one. It is the first time that the experiment has_ been tried, sir.”

The idea of a horse being supplied with a cork leg was so novel, that Peter Sponge was allowed to depart without even the payment of jail fees.—.V. O. Delta,

THE LAST GRAND JURY FREAK DENOUNCED BY SOME OF THEMSELVES.

We take the following letter from last Tuesday’s Ga- zette. As we intend, at no distant day, to make a ful] enquiry into the character and capability of the famous Grand Jury who filed the no less famous Bill of Indict- ment against seven or eigh: gentlemen, for attending a procession in May last, and likewise to review the grounds of the ridiculous prosecution set on foot—we therefore think it unnecessary to attach so much import- ance to Mr. Thomas Boggs 'T'remain and his few allies as to make their Memorial to the Colonial Office the subject. of a separate and particular editorial.

To the Editor of the Royal Gazette. Sir ; CHaRLoTTEetown, Oct. 29, 1847.

By Lord Grey’s Despatch, marked No. 46, published in the Royal Gazette of the 26th inst., it would appear that his Lordship is under the impression that all the gentlemen composing the Grand Jury at the late Summer Assizes for Queen’s County, had joined in the letter ad- dressed to his Lordship, respecting certain representa- tions, made or supposed to have been made, by Messrs, Swabey, Coles and others.

We think it necessary to state that we were upon that Jury, and that we neither signed, nor in any way approv- ed of the Letter in question. We are, Sir,

Your obedient Servants, Joun Picron Brere, Rozert Bruce Srewvur.

THE LAST FLOURISH.

“The fulfilment of the duties entrusted to the Dele- gates imposes on them the necessity of remaining in

England until the 4th November Mail.” So says last night’s Islander. Pray what duties? Earl Grey lef them nothing to do, unless, indeed, they had some other speculation in view besides that of removing the Liev- tenant Governor; and if they had, ’tis a great shame they never hinted a tittle of itto the “ fourteen influen- tials.’ Well, ’twill be a comfort if they do any service at all for their money,—and the subscribers to the sink- ing fund who are yet in arrears, may have some heart to pay up. Weare told that we are to be enliehtened with a report of the sayings and doings of the Delegates, when they shall have arrived. Collard says it will be “full, ample and satisfactory.” We presume, then, it is already prepared, and safely hid in the breeches pocket of Big Martin. Any kind of a report must be very grateful to the public ear, since the party who en- gage to make it have burnt prime so long.

LAUNCHED.

From the Shipyard of Mr. Daniel Flynn, Bay Fortune, on Friday the 22d ult., a very superior built and hand- some modelled Brigantine of 174 tons, o. m., and 154 tons, N. M., called the Dove.

BIRTH. On Sunday morning last, the Lady of T. H. Haviland, Esquire, Barrister at Law, of a daughter.

DIED.

On Tuesday morning last, after a long and painful illness, the Hon. Joun Brecxen, Member of the Exe- cutive and Legislative Councils of this Island, aged 47 years. His funeral will take pluce to-morrow at one o'clock.

Yesterday, after a short illness, Mr. Joun Garrney, Inkeeper, aged 28 years.

On the 28th ult., at Stanhope, from the effects of a scald, Robert, son of Mr. John Lawson, aged 3 years.

SHIP NEWS.

ENTERED. _Noy. 1.—Steamer Conqueror, Powell, Pictou ;Fiour. Schr. Nancy, Briand, Halifax; Ballast. Charles, Boudrot, Arichat 5 Oil. New London, Harrington, Canso; Fish. 2.—Atteation, Le Blanc, Sydney; Coal. Zabine, Le Blanc, Miramichi; Lumber. Albert, Vance, Boston; Goods: Brig Annabella, Bennett, London; General Cargo. 3.—Flora Isabella. Cox, Arichat; Fish. Brigt. Conquest, Marshall, Bideford ; Goods. ARRIVALS IN EUROPE FROM HENCE.

Gravesend, Oct. 10—Echo. il—Josephine. Liverpool, 11 —Alert. 12—Atlantic. Gravesend, 12—Plenty. Plymouth, 15—James Tucker. Liverpool, 17—Irene.

Lovexswitty, October 2.—The cargo of the Anna Robin son,from P. KE. Island, which put in here previous to 17th ult. is in a damaged state, ;