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â€"'::,..»..v.a. . " ' Iitnutun. TH E SABBATH. â€". In these days, when there is so much dis~ mission on the subject of the Sabbath. and the duties. obligations. and rights ofpeeple with regard to its observance. the following lines, by Sir Edward Lytton Bulwer. will be read with interest to all :â€" Fresh glides the brook, and blows the gale. Yet yonder halts the quiet mill, The whirling wheel. the rushing sail. How motionless and still. Six days of toil. poor child of Cain, Thy strength the slave of Want of may be, The seventh thy limbs escape the chain- « And God‘hath made tnee tree. 7 Ah, tender was the law that gave This holy respite to thy breast; , To breathe the gale,to watch the wave, And knowâ€"the wheel may rest ! ALEX. SCOTT, Proprietor. Vol. II. No. 10. “ Let Sound Reason weigh more with us than instantly to retire, with servile mein and prayer for pity, he was driven forth likeadog, with kick and cuff. For him there was no on the spot? Thank heaven, wretched outcast, vile carcasc !’ justice in the wide worldâ€"sub. mission was his lot, God his only comforter. Such had been the life of the man who now leaned against the poplar tree, a prey to the tortures of de- spair. Yet that'man’s heart was formed for tenderness and love, his mind was intelligent, his counteri- ance not without nobility, his gait proud and manly, his voice earnest and persuasive. At this moment he lifted it up to heaven, towards which he passionately extended his arms. ‘Great God l’ he cried, ‘since thy holy will created me to suffer. grant me also strength to endure my tortures. My heart burns!â€" My senses leave me! Protect me, O Lord, from despair and madness! Preserve to me the consolatory be- lief in thy goodness and justice, for my heart is rent with the agonies of doubt !’ 'His voice grew weaker and sub- sided into an inarticulatc murmur. Suddenly raising his head and start. ing from his leanig posture, he hurried across t ' square and through two or three streets, as Tne unfortunate being to, whom this cruel and outrageous speech was addressed, was the only son of the Antwerp executiqp r,- his name was Gerald, and he was little more than twenty years old. His parentage sufficiently explains ,why he shunned the sight of men, from whom hatred and persecution were the best he had to expect. What But where the waves the gentlest glide. Whatimage charms to lift thine eyes ’I The spire reflected on the tide Invites thee to the skies. To teach the soul its nobler worth, 1 This rest from mortal toil is given ; , To snatch the brief reprieve from earth. I And passâ€"us guest to heaven. They tell thee in their dreaming school. Ofpowers from old dominion hurled, When rich and poor with juster rule, when aheadsman ventured into the Shell share the altered word 1 society of other burghers. Patiently bowing his head, the un- happy Gerard gazed vacantly. at the beer-stains upon his garments, with- out daring by word or deed to re- sent the brutality of his enemy, who, continuing to overwhelm him with abuse and maledictions, at last directed a part of his indignation against the hostess- ‘ You Will draw no more beer for us, woman !’ he cried. "I‘o-mor- row night I and my friends meet at Sebastian’s. You would be giving us our liquor in the hanginan’s can !’ ‘ See, there it lies!’ exclaimed the hostess, terrified for the loss of cus- tom, and dashing upon the ground Alas. since time itself began. _ That fable hath out-fooled the hour, Each age that ripens power in man "But subjects man to power. Yet one day in seven, at least, TOne bright republic shall be known ; Man’s world awhile hath surely ceased, When God proclaims his own. Six days may rank divide the poor. 0h, Dives, from the banquet hall ! The seventhâ€"the Father opens the door, And holds his feast for all. THE DDOMSTER’S FIRST-BORN. A LEGEND FROM ANT WERP. now bcfcl him always took place. CHAPTER l--Tne TAVERN. The eve of Whitsuntide, in the year of grace 1507, was usually dark and dismal in the good city of Antwerp, over which a dense and impenetrable canopy of cloud had spread and settled down. It was owing, douotless, to this unpleasant aspect of the weather that at nine o’clockâ€"an hour at which few of the inhabitants were in bedâ€"proo found silence reigned in the streets, , broken only by the occasional dull clang of a church bell, and by the melancholy dripping of the water which a small, dense, noiseless rain made to stream from the caves and gutters. lIecdless of the rain and , uf the raw fog from the Scheldt, a man stood motionless and absorbed in thought, upon one of the deserted squares. llis back was against a tree, his arms were folded on his breast, his eyes were wide open; .alihough evidently awake, he had the appearance of one in a dream. From time to time unintelligible but energetic words escaped his lips, and his features assumed an expression of extraordinary wild- ' now; then a deep and painful sigh 'burst from his breast, ora sound, 'half groan, half gasping, like that with which an overburdened porter throws down his load. At times, too, a smile passed across his face Hâ€"no sign of joy, or laugh extorted byjovial or pleasant thoughts, but the bitter smiie of agony and de- spair, more afflicting to behold than .a flood of tears. He smiled, cer- ‘lt'ainly, but whilst his countenahcc .yctjworc the deceitful sign of joy he hit his lips till they bled, and his hand, thrust within his doublet, dug its nails into his breast. Three wretched was this unhappy man; for him the pains of purgatory had ’no new terrors, for already during twenty years, he had felt its direst t'orments in his heart. To him the pleasant earth had been a valley of tears, an abode of bitter sorrow.â€" When his mother bore him, and his first cry broke upon her car, she pressed no kiss of welcome on his neck. It was no gush of tender- ness and maternal joy that brought tears to her eyes, when she knew it was a man-child she had brought forth. His father felt no pride in the growth and beauty of his only son; often he wept over him and prayed for his death, as though the child had been the offspring of some foul and accursed sin. And when the infant grewâ€"although fed with his mother's tears rather than with her milkâ€"~into a comelg'koy, and ventured forth to mingle in the sports of others of his age, he was scoffed, tormented and despised, as though his face were the face of a devil. Yet he was so patient and gentle that none ever saw a frown on his brow or a flush of anger on his features; only his father knew what bitter melancholy lurked in the heart of his son. Now the child had become a man. Despite his sufibrings, his body had grown into strength and vigor. He felt a craving after society, a burn- ing desire for the sympathy and re- spect of his fellows. But the hatred and persecution that had made his youth wretched, clave' to him in manhoodâ€"scoff and seem » were his portion whercsoevcr he Company? showed himself; and if he faivlcdflhakl though endeavouring to escape rc- fiection by rapidity of motion.â€" Then his pace slackencd and grew irregular, and he occastoniilly stood still, like one who, absorbed in weighty thoughts, ui'iconsciously pauses, the better to indulge them. On a sudden, a shrill, harsh sound broke from his lips; they were parched with fever. ‘1 must drink,’ he cried; ‘I am choked with this burning thirst.’ There were many taverns m that street, and he approached the win- dows of several, from the crevices of whose shutters a bright light streamed; but he entered not, and still passed in, for in every house he heard men’s voices, and that suf- ficed to drive him away. In St. Jan’s Street he paused son‘iewhat longer beforca public house, and listened attentively at all the win- dows. A transient gleam of satis- faction ligiied up his countenance. ‘Ha !’ he said to himself, ‘no one is there. I can drink, then P And lifting the latch, he entered. Hearing no.liing, he expected no one ; but how great was his disap- poiritmcnt when he saw a number of persons sitting at a long table with bottles and beer-cans before them. The silence that had dc- ceived him was caused by the pro- found attention given to one of the party who enacted the juggler for his companion’s amusement, and who was busicd, when the stranger listened at the window, in certain mysterious preparations for a new trick. All eyes were fixed upon his fingers, in a vain endeavor to detect the legerdemain. The thirsty youth started at the sight of all these men, and took a step backward as to leave the house, but observing several heads turned towards him with curious looks, and fearing such sudden departure might prove a signal for his pursuit and persecution. he approached the bar and asked the landlady for a can of beer. The woman cast a sus- picious look at her new customer, and sought to distinguish his fea- tures beneath the broad slouched brim of his hat; but, observing this, he sank his head still more upon his breast to escape obsci'vau tion. But while she descended the cellar stairs to fetch him the beer, the whole of the guests fixed their eyes upon him with no friendly ex- pression. Then they laid their heads together and whispered, and made indignant gestures, and one of them in particular appeared in- flamed with anger, and looked furi- ously at the stranger, as though he would fain have fallen foul of him. The stranger, his face averted, waited silently for his beer; but he trembled with anxiety and appre- hension. The landlady made unu- sual haste, and handed the full can to the object of his curiosity, who drank with hurried eagerness, and halfempticd the vessel at a draught; then placing it upon the bar, he gave a small coin in payment. But while the woman sought for change, one of the guests strode across the room, took up llie can and throw the remaining beer in the young man’s face. ' Accurscd gallows’-bird l’ cried, ‘how dare he should not break your bones l'sounded through the the stone pot which broke in pieces. ‘ Is it a fault ofmine iftlie hangman’s bastard sneaks into an honest house? Out with you!’ she cried furiously to Gerard ; ‘out of my doors, dealer in dead men, torturer of living bodies! Will’st not be gone, base panderer, to the rack? Away to thy bed beneath the scaffold l’ The youth, who had borne at first with silence and resignation the abuse heaped upon him, was roused at last by these coarse invectives to a sense of what manly dignity per’ sccution had left him. Instead of flying from the woman’s execra- he raised his head and an- swered coldly and cla‘lmlyâ€" ‘ \Voman, I go! Although a hangman’s son, I would show more compassion to my fellow-creatures than they show me. My father tortures men because the law and men compel him, but men torture me without necessity and without provocation. Remember that you sin against God by treating me, his creature, like a dog.’ , So gentle and touching were the tones of the young man’s 'voice that the hostess wondered, and could not understand how one so sorely ill-treated could speak so mildly. For a moment tlie‘woman got the better of the trader, and with something like a tear glittering in her eye, she took up the Coin and threw it over to him. ‘Thcre,’ she said, ‘I want not thy money; ‘take it, and go in peace.’ The man who had thrown the beer in Gerard‘s face picked the coin from the floor, looked at it, and threw it upon the table with a gesture of disgust. ‘See I’ he cried, ‘ there upon itâ€"liuman blood 3’ His companions crowded round the table, and started back in is blood horror, as from a fresh and bleed-,gaumring, iug corpse. A murmur of loathing and aversion assailed the ears of Gerard, who well knew the charge was false, for he had taken the piece of money in change that very evening, from a woman who let out praying chairs in the church. The injustice of his foes so irritated him that his face turned white with passion as a linen cloth. Pressing his but more firmly on his head, he sprang forward to the table and confronted his enemies with the fierce brow of an eanporâ€" ated lion. ‘Scoundt‘els!’ he shouted, ‘ what speak you of blood? See you not that the mital is alloyed, and lUOkS red like all other coins of the! kind? But no, you are blinded by hate and know no justice. You say I am the hangmau’s son. ’Tis trueâ€"God so will it. But yet are ye more despicable than I am ;' and proud am I to resemble neither in name nor deed such base and heart- less men !’ The words were scarcely uttered when from all sides blows and kicks rained upon the imprudent speaker. Manfully did he defend himself, and brought more than one assailant to the ground; but the numbers were too great for his strength. Oaths and abuses rev apartment, tables and benches were upset, you drink in ODl‘IjugS and glasses broken; the best- What can you urgeicss screamed for help. But the strife and tumult were brief, and RICHMOND HILL, FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 3,1860.“ Popular Opinion.” thou Gerard suddenly found himself in itet‘ briefreflectidn she saidâ€" i that I Will not the street. stunned and bruised by befoul my hand by contact with thy the blows he had received. ‘Mother, wait a little longer Sen, three more flowers and my lace" is tling his cloak, and smoothing liis'don‘e.’ crushed hat, he went his way. l scarce bestowing another thought I Shall Sleep 0" my Chill“, upon the scuffle; cited mind. Crur'rcn II.--THE Lovans. Whilst the above occurred in the beer-house, a fair youhg girl Waited Gerard's coming, her heart beating fast from apprehension that some evil had befallcn him. _ To the headsman’s son she was the angel of hope and consolation ; she alone loved himâ€"partly, perhaps, be- cause she knew the World despised him. Her love had braved her m0- ther's censure, her , neighbors re- proaches, her companions, sneers. Nay, more than thisâ€"when they shouted after her by way of scoff, the- office of Gerard’s father, or called her the headsman’s bride, and the like, she was glad and re- joiced; for then she felt her'love was noble and pure, and acceptable in the sight of God. For Was she not, in loving Gerard, doing as she would be done by, comforting and supporting him whom all men 0p- pressed and persecuted? This poor girl, whose name was Lina, lived in a small apartment in the Vlicr Street, with her old mo- ther. and her brother Franz, a good-hearted. hard-handed fellow, who worked like a slave for five days out of the seven, spent half a day in church, and a day and a half in the beer-house, where he drank and sang to his heart’s content, and which he seldom left without a black eye. During the five days allotted to labor there was not in Antwerp a more clever and indefatigable car- penter; and punctually each Satur- day night he brought his mother a round sum from his earnings, wherefore the old woman had him in particular affection. On the night of Gerard’s ill-timed visit to the tavern, Lina sat opposite to her mother in their humble chim- ney corner, a single slender candle burning between themâ€"their fingers busily engaged lace-making. On the other side of the room stood a joiner’s bench, at which Franz was hard at work. The room itself was clean and neat, and strewn with white sand; a crucifix and a few pictures of saints, decorated the walls ; but otherWise it contained little beyond the most necessary fur- niture, for. labor as they would. it sirnmates’ combined efforts could earn but a scanty pittance. Eight o’clock was the usual hour of Gcrard’s visit, and hitherto he had never ceine later without warnâ€" ing Lina beforehand of the probable delay ; but now it was ten, and there was no signs of his appearance. The maiden knew not what to think of his irregularity, and was so no- easy and absent that she neither heard nor answered a question put to her by her mother. ‘ Now then, child,’ cried the old woman, ‘your wits are surely wool- What's the use of fret- ting '! If he come not today he will to-morrow. There are days enough in the year,’ ‘ True. mother; but I fear some harm has happened to him that he misses coming! People are so ill- mindcd towards him 1’ ‘ Aye, that they are ; but then he is the lieadsman’s son, and hatred is the portion of his tribe. Did not the mob murder headsman Handsken with stones, and drown headsman Harmon. hard by the Kroonenburg tower?’ ‘ And what had mother 7.’ ‘I am sure I can’t tell. Nothing, I believe. But it so happens, be- cause the exccutioncrs hang many innocent people.’ ‘ Surely, mother, the headsman must do what the judge bids Illva Why not drown the judge, sooner than his servant '2’ ‘Aye, aye, Lina, but it alwas has been so. Mind the proverbâ€"aa-6 In a kennel of dogs the smallest gets fewest bits and most bites.’ "I‘hat is a stupid proverb, mother.’ And the two women gossipped on, till the old one got weary of watch- ing, and said to her daughterâ€"~ ‘ Leave off work, child, and let us to bed. The night grows late.’ The young girl was ill pleased with the order, for she had not yet given up hopes of Gorard’s coming ; but she could think of no pretext to keep her mother from her bed. Af- tliey done, forthings farl _ h weighticr, far more painful and,rj‘i‘anz from his bench.‘ engrossing, ,cmwded upon his cx-ifinish this sewmg cushion for the landlady. at Pcerdekeen ;4shc is to. - ‘I am not fetch it early to-morrow.’ ' - ‘Boy, boy,’ said his mother, smil-v ling and shaking her head; ‘for ‘a- certainty you drank more last Sun- day at Pcerdeken than your pockets are Well, well, good-night; and forget not your prayers before laying your l could pay fer, and now you working out your debt., heads to i'est.’ And with this pious‘injunction, the - good woman got up and entered a small adjacent closet, serving as sleeping room for herself and her She could have been but a few minutes in .bed'when Gerard-v knocked at the door and Franz let daughter. him in. ~ (To be continued.) BREAK THE CALVES'AND COLTS. ’ :’ From the American Agriculturist. ‘Train _up should go, and when he is old he will cable to the bovine and equine tribes, as to the genus homo. ~Tlie truth of the old adage that, ‘ itis hard to learn old dogs new tricks,’ is not il- lustrated by the canine species alone. Not long ago we asked one who Was driving a pair ofoxen, how early he broke them to the yoke. " Why,‘ said the youth, ‘ they were always broken.’ That answer gives the whole gist of the matter. It is no trouble, but on the contrary, fun for tlicboys at. least, to train up calves and colts in the way they should go, by beginning the work before they are three mouths old. We protest against putting any animals, human or other, to severe labor before maturity of muscle is attained; but kind treatmenthconk stant handling, halter breaking, yok- ing, and driving, are advantageously practised with colts and calves of the tenderest age. One who has not tried it will be surprised at the ease with which young animals may be taught to obey. We have. had flfl., ‘ Make haste, then, dear child, or yet for bed,’ cried ‘I must a child in the way he not depart from it,’ is just as appli- TERMS: $1 50 In Advance. M '. ) years old, "when they they are thoroughly subdued. How TO use ROUGE-I '*-M\FODDER.' marshes. ’ and are available, for food. common practice in many parts isli. can be‘put to. Better use brutespwith the pangs of hunger. All this coarse material should be kept under cover, and run through a. hay cutter before it is fed out. It should'thcn' be mixed with Indian meal, or some concentrated food. The most ofit will then be eaten, and while the coarser portions will give bulk to the food, the finer parts and the meal will furnish nourish- mentâ€"-two essential qualities in the fodder of the ruminating animals. It will be better till, if the com- mingled mass can be steamed or boil- ed. '1‘his‘pro‘cess softens the coarse, hard stalks'a‘nd straw, and enables the uni tial to digest them more per- fectly. The use ofsteamcd food is increasing among those who have sufficient capital to carry on the business offarming. It enables one to work up all the rough fodder,and to pass' it through the stomachs of thriving cattlea It gathers up the fragments so that, nothing is' lost. If the steaming apparatus or a large boiling kettle, be not yet ready, and the meal is not to be had, it is a good "plan to mix sliced roots with the cearse, fodder cut up short. Turnips, ’ beets, carrots, parsnips, andmangel wurtzels, are rapidly re- duced to fine chips with a root cut- ter, and are highly relished by cat- tle. They ought to be used in con. nection' with hay or straw. Ani- mals will thrive much better upon this mixture, than upon either used cons n0t six months old that would separated)“ come at the call of their names, kneel at the bidding, lift a fore-foot ,In any .one of these ways, rough fodcer may be turned to good ac- , y - - count, and all stabled animals be high: ,hgggd’:12:n§2:kf?a:vi’:: ,g’gdlkopt full fed from the close of the a! ' uhon one’s breast when asked ifthev ' grazmg season um” bpnng' This loved their master, lead by the ban: careful preservation of fodder will or as readily as an old horse, and submit to the mock saddle, to. beat-' ing the hoof as if shoeing them, and so of other manipulations. And these colts never knew what it was to be broken. We have seen calves driven aboutl singly, and side by side. yoked and unyoked, made to change places, and sent away from the driver‘ahd called back again by simple word of mouth. We have also seen them get down upon their knees, lift up any desired foot, etc., with the ut- most readiness. All this was at:- complished by kind systematic treat- ment when growing up. A friend we were just conversing with, tells; us of the fine sport he used to have on moonlight evenings, when a boy, with a regular steer team made up nearly all the calves in the neighbor- hood. Fifteen to twenty pairs were sometimes brought together, 'fitted with rude light-yokes and the whole attached to a light sled, and driven ~ along in great glee. It was difficult to say whether the calves or the boys enjoyed the sport the most., Such, a team was far from present- ing a mean appearance. And these exhibitions were of three-fold beneâ€" fit. The boys were not only kept from mischief, but were learning useful lessons, and novlittle skill was developed in constructing miniature yokos and other tackling. The calves were being trained for useful docile working mien. And, further, the extra currying and other care in feeding which each boy was likely to give his own animus when thus to be taken out into ‘company,’ was not wholly thrown away. . We have given these illustrations not to recommend such unusual training for general practice, but to indicate what may be done, and to impress the suggestions that a mod» erate degree of early training may be adopted by all, with decided ad- vantage. ' How much better this course every way, than the usual. greatly increase the manure heap, and add to the riches of the farm. Stufi' the animals, that they may stuff the soil. PAPE RING DAMP WALLS. When paper is put upon damp walls, as in basement. rooms or walls of stone houses, it is liable to mould and becomediscolored ; it also easily peels off, the paste having no oppor- tunity to‘dry, or become moistened afterwards. Mr. Chas. Streeper, Montgomery County, Pa., suggests that this may be prevented by nail- ing narrow wooden strips, say half an inch thick, upon the wall, at in- ]tervals of six feet, and tacking sized muslin to these, upon which the paâ€" pei'jmay be pasted, thus keeping it from contact with the wall. Anoth- er correspondent advises in- such a case to fasten the strips perpendicu- larly to the floor, and to pierce the paper witha few fine holes at the top and bottom to allow the circula- tion ofair to carry offthe dampness, for if the damp air were confined behind the paper, it would mold it. The wooden strips should not be so far apart, perhaps, yet when widely separated, the cloth and'paper would yield, and lie back against the wall when pressed against. However, an arrangement of this kind would not admit of the very common but unmannerly practice of tilting back in a chair against the wall. as the paper would be torn, especially near the slats. It might prove a good thing on this account. saving the backs of the chairs, preventing holes in the-carpet, dents in the floor, and a. lazy habit in loungcrs. W To CURE TONoues.â€"-You will first-lay inexsalt ; then use the same but preparations as are used to cure hams, dailyâ€"About ten days will do for the tongues. Sheeps tongues may be done the same, but less time. -,day, in a method of‘al‘lowing young animals. to? y literally'runswild until three, or four ‘8“ meâ€"fOI‘ I nevctv‘sa‘vv‘the z’ocean are head. -that the greattemptatidn‘ofaseas ivy Vt;c»". :1; I a;..:t.tMuJ-d SELECTED. POWER OF‘ A:,VVORD»;~I’II'B fol- lowing touching and felicitous illus- »»tration“otlth‘e power“ of ideas, was given by Wendell Phillips, the other public speech itit New York :-â€"- '- ’ " _“ I was told, today, ‘aiis‘t‘ory so touching, in reference to this, that you must let me tell it. his a tem- perance case, but you must leitine tell WNWWW. it. It is a temperance case, ut will illustrate this just as 'well. It is the story of smother, on the green hills . of , “V ermont, holding-by the right .No.62.-‘ ha .{ira son, sixteen years old, mad with loveof the sea.-â€"â€"Andf"‘hs she stood by the garden gate, on aisunny morning. she said zâ€"4t Edward, they 2,5. “Ever ,farm reduces a iar‘ e su , ; - - * ; ply ’bf’cbarSe material, the stigaw 2f ‘m {any years’ and 1' "Warsaw 8 the grains, the stalks and butts of corn, and the hay from swamps and These all contain more or less "nourishment when well cured It is a I of. the country, to fodder them out E from the stack-yard upon the frozen ground, where half-starved cattle. are constrained to eat" them, or per- This is the poorest use they the ‘whole for bedding and manure, than make them the means oftormenting strong, and require long, vigorous, man’s life isdrinku "Promise me, and even hazardous coercion before beforeyou quityour'mmher’fhand. that you will never d=riiik."”“f‘And, said tie, [for he told me the story] Ignite her the promise, andf‘fijfwent the broad globe 'ov‘er-Jâ€"to' Calcutta, ‘ the Mediterranean, San Francisco, the Cape of Good Hope, the North Pole'and the Southâ€"J saw {them all "glass filled with sparkling liquor, that my mother’s formby the garden ,.Vgate,.on the green hills of Vermont, ‘ did not rise before me {and today at sixty, my lips are innocent of the taste of liquor. ' . “ Was not that sweet evidence of a single word’l Yet that was not half; for, said he, yesterday there came into my counting room a man of forty, and asked me-FJ Do~~y0u know me 'l’ ‘No.’ ‘ W'ell,’ said he, ‘ I was Once brought drunk into your presence on shipboard ; you were a passenger ; the captain kickedgme aside; you took me to your berth and kept me there until I had slept off the intoxication ; you then asked me ifI had a mother; Isaid I never knew a Word from her lips pyou told me of yours at the garden gate, and to-day I am the master ofone of the finest packets in New York, and [came to ask you to call and see 'm‘c.’ " How far that littlecatidle throws its beams! That mother’s word on the green hillside of Vera montl 'Oll, God be thanked for the almighty power of a single word l" ANTIPATHIES.--It is curious to note the antipathies of different per-i sons. Even the greatest and most: distinguished people have not alto- gether been free from certain strik- ing peculiarities. Dr. Johnson Would never enter a room With his left foot foremost. Julius Caesar was almost convulsed by the sound, of thunder, and always wanted .to get in a collar or under ground, to escape the noise. To Queen-Eliza- beth the simple word “ death’iwwas full of horrors. EVen Talleyrah‘d trembled and changed color on hear- ing the worcl pronounced. Marshal Saxe, who met and overthrow op; posing armies, fled and screamed "in terror at the sight of treat. Peter the Great could never be persuaded to cross a bridge; and though he tried to master the terror he failed to do so. Whenever he set footop one he would shriek out in distress and agony. Byron would never help any one to salt at the table. nor would he be helped to any himself. If any ofthe article happened.to be spilled on the table, he would jump up and leave his meal unfinished; ELECTION FRAUDS IN NORTH YORK. From the Colonist. Our friends of the Opposition are, as everybody knmvs, great sticklers for‘purity of‘election.’ Bribery and corruption they cannot abide. To anything in the shape of violence, from rotten eggs to hludgeons, they have a decided objection. Slipping in a had vote they regard as worse than perjury, and no enormity can be more. heinous in their eyes than tampering with. a list of voters. This of course is all very well, an! there is no doubt that the. pre~ valence of such practices is the worst blot upon our representative system of govern- ment. The least, however, that: we can expect from those who set themselves up as especial authorities in such matters is that they should keep their own skirts clean from the vile contamination. The deriouncers offraud under the old election law should not be the first to practice a similar crime under the new; and those, who cried out for a registration of voters. ought not to be the first to liiid a means of- evading the very provisions which they, declared to be- essential to public security. And yet, in the election for North York, one of the first which has been decided un-. der the late act, certain municipal, ofiicers upon'wliom the accuracy of the voters? lists chiefly depends, and. who are violent ' partizaiis of the Opposition, are distinctly charged with pei'vei‘tiiigtiie- law to suit; the purposes of their patrOns. It is also we believe capable of‘ proof, that some of- ‘- tlie assessors belonging to the same party made their returns expressly to suit the. , political exigencies ofthe moment, and that; more than one of the returning officers showed very reprehensible partiality. In fact, we understand it is intended to make the conduct of one of these officials the subject ofjudicial enquiry. ’ In this case the difference ofa few votes either way would not affect the general re- salt, but is well that the public should know thevalue of Ciear-Grit pretensions to hiin toan morality in election matters, as well as in other branches of politicai ethics.