The Village register. (Salem, Columbiana Co., O. [Ohio]), 1846-04-28

              New Series ? No. 10"i '1 _? . #?235TiU:>. From the Columbus Enquirer. TO MY SISTER "LIZZIE." I'm sad to night, I know not why This mood comes o'er me now ; A tear is gath'ring in my eye, A shade is on my brow : I know not why? unless it be Thoughts of my own dear homo and thee. I'm thinking, sister, of the time When we together played, Iteside our humble cottage home, Under the maple's shade: Those halcyon hours come circling back Like golden sands on memory's track'. IIow oft upon that cottage sill, We've watched the summer sun Sink down behind the western hill, Till his last ray Was gone ? Then half in fear, and half in sorrow, Would wonder if he'd rise to-morrow. Full Well do I remember now, The orchard down the glen ; I wonder if its trees hang low With golden fruit, as then 1 And if that old familiar ground Is still with white-topped daisies crowned ? That simple cot, it stands there still, Close by the meadow green, And down the gently sloping hill The mossy brook is seen ; And much around is still unchanged Since there our tiny footsteps ranged. Hut many a weary change has como O'er us, my sister dear, Since from our early cottage home We parted with a tear: A gentle sister's passed away, And mingled with the silent clay ! And friend's unnumbered have gone down Beneath the "valley's sod," We trust their spirits have been borne In happiness to God ; Hut, still, a bitter tear will fall, As we their early doom recall. And now, we've parted ? months have passed Since 1 beheld thy face; 'Neath Southern skies my lot is cast, Far from my native place : But time hath not the power to change My love to thee, where'er I range ! I think of thee at evening's close, At twilight's pensive hour, And when the silvery moonlight throws Around its magic power : And when my soul oes forth in prayer Thy memory is ever there ! Sometimes, in dreams, I see thee stand Beside my curtained bed, And feel thy light and gentle hand Upon my weary head : I start ? and wake ? and weep to see 'Twas but a dream I had of thee. Adieu, my sister! time will roll, Ere 1 thy form shall see ? But yet, enshrined within my soul That form shall ever be : Adieu! msyst thou be ever blest, And heaven's best gifts upon thee rest! And oft as thou shalt bend the knee, lift the heart in prayer, Let fond remembrance of me Steal o'er thy senses there : Far better there to think of me, Than in thy hours of mirth and glee. Talbolton, 181G. Martha. From the Saturday Courier. 'TIS SWEET TO KNOW. 'Tis sweet to know that one pure heart Forever throbs with mine; Nor with this knowledge would 1 part, Nor this pure heart resign. How sweet the thought! what ecstacy ! Two hearts can thus be one ? Whose every wish and thought can ba From selfishness so won. How strange the feeling ! none can know The depth of his own heart ? Can tell the agonizing throe, As kindred spirits part ? Till he has felt, as I have fult, The pure and lasting love, Which in my bosom long has dwelt, And which iny life shall prove. From Dickens' Daily Arcun. CLEAR THE WAY. Men of thought ! be up and stirring Night and day : ?Sow the seed ? withdraw the curtain ? Clear the way ! Men of action, aid and cheer them, As ye may ! There's a fount about to stream, There's a light about to beam, Thero's a warmth about to glow, There's a flower about to blow ; There's a midnight blackness changing Into gray ; Men of thought and men of action, Clear the wav ! Once the welcome light has broken, Who shall say, What tho uniinagined glories Ot the day 1 What the evil that shall perish In its ray 1 Aid tho dawning, tongue and pen ; Aid it, hopes of honest men ; Aid it, paper ? aid it type ? Aid it, for the hour is ripe, And our earnest must not slacken Into play. Men tf' thought, and men of action, Clear the wav ! Lo ! a cloud's about to Vanish From the day ; I.o! the right's about to conquer, Clear the way ! And a brazen wrong to crumble Into clay. With that right shall many moro Knler smiling at the door; With the giant wrong shall fall Many others, great and small, That for ages long have held us For their prey ; Men of thought, and men of action, Clkak the WAV ! MISCELLANEOUS. | THE ADVENTURES OF A CHAMOIS HUNTER. " Ah ! writs it all down, and I'll tell you something about the cunning of the chamois that no one has heard before," said a Styrian chamois-hunter to Mr. Kohl, the traveller; in truth he told him a most wonderful and interesting story, which shows not only the cunning of that animal, but the wonderful and great love of its young ones which God has implanted in its breast. The chamois is a species of wild goat, which is found in Alpine countries, and esteemed valuable for the sake of its skin, of which is made a very fine kind of leather. The chamois hunters often run great risks in pursuing them ; and the relation of the Styrian chamois-hunter was as follows : "The previous year he had found a geis or female chamois, ready to bring forth. He had followed her for eight days, to see where she would deposite her young. Sometimes he took oiT his shoes and climbed on his bare feet like a cat, and once, when he had to clamber up the ste?p face of a rock, he cut off all his buttons from his clothes, that they might not make a jingle. At last he discovered the two young in a niche at the top of a high rock, in a kath, as hunters call it. ? The little ones were sportingaround the mother, who glanced, from time to time, down into the valley, to watch fcr any hostile approach. To avoid being seen, our hunter made a circuit, and so reached a path that led to the kath. Exactly in front of the niche the rocks descend perpendicularly to an immense depth. At the back was another steep descent. Some fragments of rocks formed a kind of bridge between the large masses ; but these were placed too high to be accessible to the little ones, and could only be available to their mother. The hunter rejoiced as he contemplated this position, and pressed upon the animals whose escape seemed impossible. When the old one caught sight of him, she measured with a glance the unfavorable disposition of the rock ; she sprang upon the hunter with the fury that maternal love will breathe into the most timid creatures. The danger of such attacks is less from the thrust, which is not very violent, than from the endeavor of the animal to fix the point of its horns, which are bent like fish hooks, in the legs of the hunter, and then press him back down the precipices. It happens sometimes that the chamois and the hunter thus entangled, roll into the abyss together. Our hunter was in no condition to fire at the advancing chamois, as he found both hands necessary to sustain himself on the'path ; he therefore warded oft" the blows as well as he could with his feet, and kept still advancing. The anguish of the mother increased. She dashed back to her young, coursed round them with loud cries, as if to warn them of their danger, and then leaped up the before-named fragment of rock from which the second but more difficult egress from the grotto was to be won. She then leaped down again to her little ones, and seemed to encourage them to leap. In vain the little creatures sprang and wounded their foreheads against the rocks that were too high for them, and in vain the mother repeated her firm and graceful leap, to show them the way. All this was the work of a few minutes, whilst the hunter had again advanced some steps nearer. He was just preparing to make the last effort, when the following picture, which was the particular instance he referred to in speaking of the chamois' cunning, met his astonished eyes : ? The old chamois, fixing her hind legs firmly on the rock behind, had stretched her body to its utmost length and planted her fore feet on the rock above, thus forming a temporary bridge of her back. The little ones in a minute seemed to comprehend the design ef their mother, sprang upon her like cats, and thus reached the point of safety ; the picture only lasted long enough to enable their pursuer to make the last step. He sprang into the niche, thinking himself now sure of the young chamois, but all three were eff with the speed of wind, and a couple of shots that he sent after the fugitives merely announced by their echo to surrounding rocks, that he had missed his game." ? A'uhl'a Austria. " God only is great." ? Human Greatness. ? When tho funeral service for Louis XIV. was performing, the church was hung in black ; a magnificent mausoleum was raised over the bier; the edifice was filled with trophies and other memorials of the monarch's past glories; daylight was excluded, but innumerable tapers supplied its place, and the ceremony was attended by the most illustrious personages of the realm. Massillon ascended the pulpit, contemplated in silence, for some time, the scene before him, then raised his arms to heaven, looked down, and slow'y said, in a solemn and subdued tone ? " My brethren, God only is Great." With one impulse, all the auditory rose from the seats and reverently bowed to the altar. Suicini for Lovk. ? A young man by tho name of Henry Mann, nged 21 years, who resided in Uniontown, Laporte county, Indiana, committed suicide on Sunday evening, the 8th Inst., by shooting himself with a rifle. An unreciprocated attachment for a young lady was tb? cause of the rash act. RELIGION IS LOVE. Religion is pure, and like its author lovely and loving. It never lessens our attachment to one another, chilling ncTa flection, and drying up the springs of charity, and sympathy, and fine feeling, that feed the river of the milk of human kindnsss in the breast of man. The religion of Christ warms, but never chills us. The bosom where it resides feels an influence, imparts one, too, which angels would recognize as kindred to what they inhale in their own Kdcn. Who can love the misanthrope, the poor curtailed animal, once a linn, but now less than the noble being who is stamped with divine features and born for social enjoyment. When the Great Christian Teacher was upon earth, his first lesson was love: a love of every thing good, and high and noble, and extending itself over a world of intelligence. Its first manifestations at the Throne of God, and its last were for man. This is the lesson we are to learn, if we would be taught by it. While we exercise this principle, we cannot go astray. We shall stand in a broad place, covered by the panoply of Jehovah. ? And instead of becoming the slaves of superstition, or the tools of a party, we shall reverence the image of true religion, find it where we will, in the palace or in the cottage, beaming from the face of the Indian, or shining on that of the African, lie the man of high or low degree, tugging at the oar, or galled by the hand of slavery, religion is the same in all conditions. As she goes forth clothed in the lovely regalia of Iter order, innumerable blessings attend her. The tears of the widow and the orphan are wiped away. Over the turmoil of life she spreads her hands, stilling the rude, rough surges of sorrow, and arching upon the mourner's eyes with the beautiful colors of peace, while around the world sho scatters the bright ornaments of serenity and joy. SPECTRAL ILLUSIONS. "An officer in the Duke of Marlborough's army, named Prondergast, mentioned to many of his friends that he should die on a particular day. Upon that day a battle took place with the French, and after it was over and Prondergast was still alive, his brother officers, while they were yet in the field, jesting- ' ly asked him where was his prophecy. Pondergast gravely replied, ' I shall die yet, notwithstanding what you see.' Soon afterwards there came a shot from a French battery, to which the orders for a cessation of arms had not yet reached, and he was killed upon the spot." "In 1811," writes Lord Byron, in a letter to Mr. Murray, " my old school and former fellow poet, Iho Irish Secretary, told me he saw me in St. James street. 1 was then in Turkey. A day or two afterwards, he pointed out to his brother a person across the way. and said, 'There is the man I took for Hyron.' Mis brother answered, 'Why it is Byton, and no one else.' I was at this time seen to write my name in the Palace book. I was then ill of a malvaria fever. If I had die.d, here would have been a ghost story." "A farmer of Tcviotdale, riding home in the gloom of the evening, saw, on the wall of a cemetery, a pale form, throwing about her arms, and moving and chattering to the moon. With not a little terror, he spurred his horse, but as he passed the phantom it dropped from its perch, and, like Tain O'Shanter's Nannie, it fixed itself on the croup of his saddle, and clasped him tightly round the waist with arms of icy coldness. He arrived at iJome, and with a thrill of horror, exclaimed, ' Take off the ghost." and was carried shivering to bed. And what was the phantom ? A maniac widow, on her distracted pilgrimage to the gravo of her husband, for whom she had mistaken the ill-fated farmer." " The President of a literary club at Plymouth being very ill during its session, the chair, out of respect, was left vacant. White they were sitting, his apparition, in a white dress, glided in and took formal possession of the chair. His face was pale and cadavorous ; he bowed in silence to the company ; carried his empty glass to his lips, and solemnly retired. They went to his house, and learned that he had just expired ! The strange event was kept a profound secret, until the nurse confessed on her death bed that she had fallen asleep, that the patient had stolen out, and, having the pass key of the garden, had returned to his bed by a short path, before the deputation, and had died a few seconds after." I A "Whaling" Incident in the South ' Seas. ? The thrilling cry of "there she blows" might have been heard one fine summer's afternoon in July, 18 ? , on board the ship cruising in Japan. "There she blows " was again cried out by the men stationed at the masthead, and " where away " was the immediate response from the officer of the deck. " Two points on the lee-quarter, sir, and about three miles off," was again called out by one of the men. The captain, who had now come on deck, ordered the ship's course to be directed totlio spot, and spy glass in hand he mounted aloft, the better to discern the movements of the fish ; it proved to be a whale of the Spermaceti species, and as he lay motionless on the deep, he was at intervals spouting water to the skies. Lines were coiled in the boats, harpoons and lances made ready, the boats were swung by the tacklcs, and the crew stand ready to jump in. Soon the order to heave the maintopsail aback, was followed by the lowering and manning of the boats, which, with the fleetof a dolphin, soon left the ship behind ; when they had reached the spot the animal had " gone down." The boats, accordingly, were separated, and " laid on their oars." ? I was at the time attached to the <taptain's boat, and, in my avocation of harpooner, was standing on the "clumsy cleet," anxiously looking for the appearance of the fish. In about twenty minutes lie showed himself, and a fierce looking fellow he was. ? He came up a little nearer to our boat than he did to the rest, and as our chancc Was obviously the best, we pulled ahead, I soon received orders to pack up my oar and "stand up," which I did, seizing my harpoon at the time. On he came at rather a faster rate, something having disturbed him, and by the time I was ready he was within dart. " Give it to him, my boy," the captain cried, which I had no sooner done than our boat was in tho air, shattered into a thousand pieces. Two of the oarsman we never saw afterwards, and a third was so dangerously wounded that he died when he was about being lifted up the ship's side. The captain, myself, and two other men came down"* flying," as they say ; he had received no material injury, which was doubtless owing to the whale's moving so fast, that his flukes when ht> struck had passed by the part of the boat I was standing in, and had dealt the blow amid ships immediately under these poor fellows.We were picked up by another boat. ? Whilst the mate " went on struck," he was also stove, and lost one man by drowning ; another boat went on and struck, and they were likewise stove. We had now but one boat more, and that with three crews in it rendered it impossible to pull. The ship coming up we were taken on board ; wo got another boat down, manned it and went off again in pursuit, and the first lance the captain darted killed the whale. After all this, oil brings but six shillings per gallon. THE HUDSON'S BAY COMPANY. This company was chartered by King Charles the Second, 140 years ago, giving it the monopoly of trading for furs, and hunting in all the lands and territories on Hudson's Day, and its tributary rivers. It took possession of its immense extent of country, and, until 1787, enjoyed its privileges undisturbed, when a company of Canadians, under t|je name of the " North-west Fur Company entered into competition with them. ? They fell out and burnt each other's settlement 011 the rivers, &c. In the year 1821, the British Parliament interfered, and a junction of the two companies look place, under their old designation. In addition to the vast country they occupy, they have leased from the Russian government all its territory, except the government of Kitka, for twenty years from 1840. The whole business of this company is transacted at the Hudson's Hay House, in London ; the collecting and shipping the furs being the only occupation of their agents on this continent. This powerful association has under it* control nearly one-ninth part of the earth's su.face, and their annual profits exceod $1,000,000 per year. In 1811, the " American Pacific Fur Company," nnder the direction of John Jacob Astor, built a fort and settlement at Astoria, on the mouth of the Columbia river. In the y ear 1813, the American company sold their settlements to the " Uritish, now the " Hudson's Bay Company." In tho year 1811, a British vessel entered the Columbia, and took formal possession of Fort Astoria, changing its name to " Fort George." Hooks. ? It is recorded of Plato, that notwithstanding he had a very small patrimonial inheritance, he nought three books at a price equal to $1200 of our money. Before the invention of printing, manuscripts in general hore such excessive prices, that few besides the opulent could acquire a library. St Jerome almost ruined himself in order to purchase the works of Origen. Benedict Bishop, founder of an English monastery, made no less than five journeys to Rome to purchase books. For one of these, a volume of cosmography, King Alfred gave him an estate of as much land as eight ploughs could labor. Muratori relates that an abbut earnestly besought the Pope, in a letter in 825, to lend him a cony of Cicero on Oratory, and Quintillian's Institutes; "for," says he, "a colinplele copy is not to be found in France." The Countess of Anjou paid for a copy of Homilies two hundred sheep, five quarters of wheat, and the same quantity of rye aud millet. Even so late as 1471, when Louis XI, of France, borrowed the works of Rhasis, an Arabian physician, from the faculty of medicine at Paris, he not only deposited a considerable quantity of plate as a pledge, but was obliged to procure a nobleman to join with him as surety in a deed, binding himself under a great forfeiture to restore it. The Camphor Laurel. ? This tree grows in great abundance and to a very considerable si'AC in the forests of Japan. It is not uncommon in green houses in England. Every part of the tree smells strongly of camphor, which is obtained from the trunk, branches and roots, by distillation. They are cut down into small pieces, and put into a still with a quantity of water. Afler the water has been kept boiling forty-eight hours, the camphor is found to adhere to straw, with which the head of the still is lined. In this state it is imported by the Dutch, and is called crude camphor. It is purified by a second sublimation in glass vessels, being mixed with quick-lime, to combine with and prevent any empyreumatic oil with which it may be contaminated from subliming while the camphor concretes in the upper part of the vessel into cakes, convex on one side and concave on the other, about two or three inches thick, thinner at the edge, and generally perforated in the middle. CONUNDRUMS. The following conundrums were read at a benefit concert in Cincinnati, lately : Why is Kentucky like the greatest of philanthropists t Ans : Because it has given us the greatest Bonne in the world. Why is the Ohio river like an unfortunate drunkard 1 Ans : Because it takes so much " Mnnnnfrnhcln " that it passes along " Wheeling" receives a '? Licking" at Cincinnati, and at Louisville. -v A GIGANTIC ESTABLISH M EXT. Some idea of the magnitude of the operations of l!ic great book publishing house of ?Messrs. Harper, of New Vork, may be formed from the details which are stated in the annexed extracts, copied from a letUr in the Boston Courier: The establishment of the Harpers gives employment to 100 persons, including- 95 girls; supports directly or indirectly (independent of authors) about 1,000 persons, and occupies an immense area, equal to seven or eight large five-story houses. One building, | five windows wide, and five stories high, extends from Cliff to I'earl streets, (the depth I of four ordinary houses) two othar buildings I join this on Cliff street, and there are still | two more on the opposite side of the street. There are 19 double medium presses worked j by steam, and 3 Napier presses. From 09 | to 70 roams of paper are consumed per diem, j The celebrated Bible absorbed 0,000 reams. | The fixtures, machinery, and tools in this ! bindery are valued at $13,000. 52 barrels of flour are used per annum, for paste, and 42 of glue. 18 tons of shavings are sold per annum to the paper maker, which he uses in re- j manufacture; 730 packages of gold leaf; 1,200 doz. of sheep skins ; 750 pieces of muslin, of 10 yards square each ; and 60 tons of pasteboard are used annually. From 0,000 to 7,000 volumes, 300 pages 13 ino.,are printed daily. Nearly two and a half millions were thrown oft' during the last year. 800 | pounds of metal are used weekly for casting | ? giving 41,000 pounds per annum. 500,000 j pounds of stereotype, worth 7i cents per pound, the product of ten years, are stowed away in vaults, which extend, of course un- ] der ground, from Pearl street to Cliff street. The whole quantity of stereotype, deposited in these mental catacombs, must be prodigious. There are from 00 to 70,000 pounds of type in the composing rooms. About $200,000 are paid to clerks and hands per annum. A very onerous duty of the establishment consists in selecting works, both printed and MS, for publication. This de- I partment is in part filled by Mr. Saunders, (a son of one of the largest and most intelligent London publishers.) Mr. Saunders unites to natural abilities of a high order, great experience and erudition. The whole buildings are owned by the Harpers, and the stock in trade is certainly worth about $1,500,000. Some authors may well bless the house ? it has paid to Stephens about $500,000, to Prescott half that sum, and to other writers, native and foreign, (among the latter I may mention Bulwer,) 1 magni/lcenf amounts. A large number of the Harpers' employ eta have been in their service twenty years ? that, since the commencement ? an undeniable proof this, of the brothers' promplitudo in business and kindliness of heart. Such is a brief, but correct account of the tremendous establishment, whose iron hands are daily hurling thousands of truths over our land. What a mighty responsibility rests on these publishers ! Hut they have planted confidence, with their own strong arms, in the bosoms of all. May they go on prospering and to prosper in one of the noblest works to' which the human intelligence can direct its energies! the promulgation of science, ltteraturc and religion. Hats. ? We seo that the little funny hat that has struggled for tho year past for a fashionable existence, has finally prevailed, and is, this spring, all the mode. Small as Mercury's, it has such an odd look, with its round top, and narrow brim, that we wonder that it has fought its way to the heads of some of our older and staid citizens ? so illsuited is it, to our notion, to their quiet, retiring appearance ? hut it has at last got there. Fashion is a very queer goddess, and leads her votaries through a variety of changes, that come as often as the seasons. That little hat ? it is all tho rago now. Last year neither Hell & Costor, or Amidon, or Leary, the great hat gods of New York, could niako it take in Broadway ? hut it has fought its way, and now sits as jauntily and saucily on the heads of our young ones, and old ones too, as you please. There it is, at the windows of our hat stores, looking as inviting as black hats, and such hats, can. They have a very impudent way of saying " come in and buy me, if you wish to be in the mode." When Clingman was electioneering in one of the obscure villages in North Carolina, last summer, he asked a poung lady, (a good democrat by the by,) if the ladies in tho valley were not in favor of him. Sne replied, ' we are too good democrats for that.' ' Hut,' says Clingman, 'down in Cleveland all the girls go for me ? why, not long ago thero at Court, when a young lady was abeut to give her evidence, the Bible being prcsenied to her, she asked his honor if it would'nt do as well for her to kiss tho lawyer, for she would much rather kiss Mr. Clingman.' 'Yes Mr. Clingman,' retorted the spirited mountain girl, ' 1 can tell yon why ? she did'nt like to kiss the truth." ? Columbia Carolinian. Antiquity of Chin*. ? A very interesting course of lectures has lately been delivered in Kngland, by a missionary who has been for several years in China, and has given some interesting statistics with regard to the antiquity of that empire. It appears that the Chinese divided their history into three parts : authentic, traditional and mythological. At the present tiine they have a very correct and distinct mode of computing their historical eras by cycles of fifty years, by which the lecturer finds that the first real personage who sat upon the throne of China, began to reign 2200 years before Christ. This was 1 18 after the flood, 17 after the confusion of tongues at Bahel. According to this, the first king must have been contemporaneous with the immediate descendants of Noah. The whole number of Kmprrors, belonging to 1 I dynasties, is 236. These behaved so ill, and were so often at the bottom of all mischief, that it was found neccssary, three or four hundred years, to dispense wilji their services. THE NASHVILLE TRAGEDY. We have alieady briefly noticed an affray at Nashville, Tennessee, between Mr. Robert Porterfield, a worthy citizen of that place, | and one E. Z. C. Judson, in which the for, inei was Killed. The List Nashville Whig gives a detailed account of Hie whole affray, with the particulars relative to the proceedings of a disgraceful uioli by whom Judson was seized and attempted to be hung. We make a few extracts from it. Robert l'orterfield, whose untimely death a whole community is now deploring, having j learned that E. L. <J. Judson bad stated that he had criminal intercourse with his (Porterj field's) wife, sought aa interview with the j latter on Wednesday last, in presence of several individuals, to one of whom, it was said, Jndson had made the statement. That individual, when asked, in Judson's presence, if such statement had been made to him by Judson, promptly answered in the affirmative.-? Judson strenuously denied it; but Portcrfieldi placing no confidence in his denial, drew a pistol, and would have shot him on the spot, liad he not been prevented from doing so by those who were present. On tho evening of the day in which this interview took place, the individual at whose office it was held, made known to Mr. John Porterfield, brother of the deceased, that prior to the interview , Judson had called upon him and confessed that he had made the statement in question to the individual about to be brought forward a* a witness, but that for the purpose of saving his life, which he knew would be taken by the Porterfields, if the fact was proven upon him, he intended to deny ever having said any thing of the kind. IJut the Messrs. Porterfield became entirely satisfied that Judson had made the infamous statement charged upon him; and we arc informed upon reliable authority, that there cannot be a doubt of his having made it. Notwithstanding this, however, the affair might have been dropped here, but fur the fact that on Friday, Judson and Mrs. Porterfield were known to be alone together for u considerable time, at a graveyard in the vicinity of town. When this circumstance was revealed to her unfortunate husband, he fell to the tloor as if a ball had penetrated his heart. He was of a singularly amiable and confiding disposition, and devotedly attached to his w ife. In this frame of body and mind lie proposed to his brother, John Potterfield, on Saturday, about half past 3 o'clock, to take a walk, without iny expectation, it is confidently believed, of meeting with Judson. Unfortunately, however, they met with Judson fcat the Sulphur Spring, when a rencontre immediately took place. Three shots were fired at Judson, as we understand, he backing the while, and professing a disinclination to shoot. After the third shot, he fired and shot Hobert Potterfield in the forehead, just above the right eye, of which wound the latter died about 12 o'clock that night. The news that Judson had killed Potterfield soon spread like wildfire. The public mind, wound up to a pitch of deep and maddening excitement, was in a condition to be thrown oil its balance. A large crowd soon collected in and around the court house, where Judson, who had been immediately apprehended was brought beforo an examining court. The court was in the act of preparing an order for his commitment to jail, when J. I'otterfield, frantic at his brother's death and injuries, made his appear ance in the court room, and the cry burst forth from the crowd, " make way tor John Potterfield : let hiin kill Judson!" The Sheriff. I.anier, who was in the clerk's box where also was Judson, sprang forward and met I'otterfield, who had jumped over the railing behind the bar, about midway between tho railing and the box, seized, and with the aid of one of his assistants, held him for soino moments, Pctterfield struggling violently to release himself from their grasp. This ha finally effected by the aid of some friends, who overpowered the Sheriff, and, drawing a revolving pistol, comincnccd firing at Judson, who started in a run out of the house. I'otterfield followed in close pursuit, and firing at him as often as occasion would permit, down the steps, across from the court house to the City Hotel, and up the steps of the staircase of the Hotel. One or two gentlemen endeavored to aid Judson in escaping to the hotel; but Potterfield and his friends followed so closely in pursuit that they were compelled to retire and Judson, in hopes of effecting his escape, jumped, or more properly, swung himself off from the portico of the third story, and fell to tho ground, stunned by the fall. Not less than eight or ten shots were fired at him : all, it is said, by I'otterfield, but none of which took effect. lie was knocked with a rock, between the court house and the hotel, and only escaped for the moment by jumping from the portico of the third story to the ground, which he effected without breaking or dislocating a limb ! Thence he was conveyed by tho officers to jail, without farthermolestation or interference on the part of any one. Here we most sincerely wish wo could end our painful narrative. But it is not permitted to us. About ten o'clock that night, a considerable number of persons among whom, we are informed, were come of our most respectable citizens ? still laboring under the intense excitement which the occurrences of the day had produced, proceeded to the jail, and against tho remonstrances, and in defiance of the resistance of the jailor, possessed themselves of the keyi, seized Judson, and proceeded with him to the public square, with the avowed intention of hanging him. This, however, was not done. The rope, it is said, with which they attempted to hang him, broke. We suspect it was intentionally cut. Reason had by this time began to resume its sway, and Judson was finally carried back to the jail and delivered into tho hands of tho keeper by the same party who had taken him out. lli-i situation, we understand, is somewhat precarious, rendered so by the bruises he received, and possibly from some internal injury occasioned by his fall from the purtice. It is believed, however, that ho will recorer