bad word in front of the name of Jeff Davis, Wise, | day, but that he had given his wife a five-dollar bill Floyd, Letcher, and every rebel, big and little, he to put in the plate for him. could put his tongue to: he swore till it looked blue When Mr. B all about him, and at last, out of breath, he asked "if that would do?" It was "taken and deemed" to be sufficient evidence of his loyalty, and he was allowed to dispose of his vegetables. MR. G. W. B-(every New Yorker will know who that means), who has fed more hungry people than any other man in the city, tells some good stories, of which the following is one : A while ago some philanthropic effort was started in his church for which funds were to be raised, and it was decided to have a special sermon and a collection. Mr. B- was appointed as one of the members to pass the plate. It so happened that Mr. B, who felt anxious that the affair should be successful, met a friend in Broadway, and urged his attendance and his moneyed co-operation. His friend told him he was compelled to leave town that very walked around the side of the church, with his collection plate in hand, he espied, sitting at the end of a pew, the wife of the friend whom he had met that morning, and who gave her the five-dollar bill. As he handed the plate to her, the lady placed into it a bill, not carefully folded, which was seen at a glance to be three dollars. Mr. B, instead of passing on, stopped and said in an undertone, audible to her, however, "No you don't! I want the other two dollars. You know your husband gave you five!" The lady looked astonished, and said, "Do move on, Mr. B." "No," said B-, "I'll stay here an hour unless I get that other two dollars." His determined air and manner were too much for the lady. So quietly taking out her porte-monnaie she blushingly added a two-dollar bill, and B passed on triumphant. AUNT SALLY. "I hope, Eliza Jane, you did not neglect Public Worship in Paris. - What Church did you attend?" ELIZA JANE. "Oh, Not a Dam Church." AUNT SALLY. "Not a What!-I always knew Paris was an awfully wicked place, but I never expected to hear one of our Family come back and swear about Churches!" (N.B. Aunt Sally does not understand that Eliza Jane meant to say the Church of Notre Dame.) Furnished by Mr. G. BRODIE, 300 Canal Street, New York, and drawn by VOIGT from actual articles of Costume. HE Robe represented in the DINNER TOILET is materials, according to the advance of the season. heading falls of white and black lace, one above the other. The skirt is ornamented with festoons. The AUTUMN PARDESSUS may be made of different broidered with black braids, it is a decided favorite. It may also be further ornamented with drops and fringes. THE PIONEERS OF KENTUCKY. INCE the days of the robber barons in Ger- the hostile tribes had been so broken by earlier men and Scots, no portion of history is so fer-nate a resistance as they had done to the first en- truly heroic age of our Western history extends Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1862, by Harper and Brothers, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court for the Southern District of New York. VOL. XXV.-No. 149.-00 ୮ The treaty of 1762 had made the English ness we will venture to relate, because we are colonists and the savages east of the Mississippi perfectly sure of its authenticity, having heard fellow-subjects of the same crown, but had done it from the gentleman who was its subject. little to mitigate the hostility which a century and a quarter of constant and merciless war had engendered between them. The savages knew that their enemies were not the kings of England or France, who reigned thousands of miles away, but the ever restless colonists of the Atlantic sen board, whose power they dreaded, and whose aggressions they were continually experiencing. So then, when war broke out between their own peculiar enemies and the English, the nations of the Northwest gathered as eagerly to the flag of Britain as they had ever done to that of France, and displayed as much ferocity under the command of St. Leger and Prevost as under that of Duquesne and Montcalm. No national hatred was ever more bitter and lasting than that which existed between the two races on this continent -not even that between Spaniards and Moors nor were hostilities ever carried on during any long series of years with such relentless fencity. The final aim of both partios being extermination, the destruction of hon combatants was an object to be sought with àardly less eagerness than that of the most efficient warriors, and pity to any one of the hostile race came to be considered a weakness, especially among the whites. To swite the heathen lap and thigh, or, better still, make him an inheritance, was only another expression of the "right of might” doctrine always so willingly embraced by the strong, even when unaccompanied by the divine sanction that was supposed to justify its application in the particular case of a great continent abounding in every element of wealth being found in the possession of a people too weak to defend it. That a Christian, armed with steel cap and musketoon, should lack what the Mexican armed in cotton mail and obsidian sword possessed, appeared just as absurd to the Virginian cavalier and the New England Puritan as it did to the Spanish conquistador; and though the former did not proclaim their opinion so londly as the latter, they acted it out as fully and relentlessly. A confict begun in such a spirit could not be otherwise than merciless at the outset; and when we remember that the pioneers of Kentucky and Ohio were the sons and gran isons of the backwoodsmen of Pennsylvania, Maryland, and Virginia, and that they met the red men with the accumulated rancor of generations raging in the breasts of both parties, neither the ferocity of their battles nor the cold-blooded treatment of prisoners will be deemed a matter of wonder. But what does seem strange is, that in reading the story of these barbarous wars, if we are for a moment relieved by some tale of unwonted nagaanimity, it is nearly always an Indian who tabilios the savage creed in which he has been educated; while a white man's boasted civilizajou is but seldom found to raise him sufficiently bove his habitual prejudices as to show merey ie an lud an. One such exceptional set of kind. The massacre at the River Raisin is a name suggestive of all that is horrible in Indian warfare: at the mere mention of it our mothers still shudder, and over it our grandmothers wept bitter tears for sons, the very flower of Kentucky, who there fell a sacrifice to savage cruelty and the perfidy of an English general. It is well known that the first conflict at Frenchtown resulted favorably to our army, and that when the assailants renewed the attack, they for hours made good their frail stockades against the whole force of British and Indians combined. During the hottest part of this latter fight, Mr. C—————, then a mere boy, was struck down by a bullet through the body, and carried to a log-hut in the rear, used as a hospital for the wounded, with whom it was soon crowded. After the surrender, which was not made until the English commander pledged his honor for the safety of the prisoners, a number of savages, drunk with rage and whisky, rushed into the cabin and began to tomahawk and scalp the helpless inmates. Young C——, who happened to be lying in such a position as to be partially hid but yet able to see all that was done, feigned death, hoping thereby to escape the hatchet, though he well knew it would not save him from the scalping-knife; for scalps then bore a good price at the government offices in Canada. While trying to nerve himself to endure the horrible mutilation without flinching, he noticed the entrance of an Indian who, instead of taking any part in the barbarous employment of his fellows, appeared to regard it with disapproval. Grasping at the slightest hope of escape, the youth determined to appeal to this man for protection. Springing suddenly to his feet, and elading some blows aimed at him, he rushed to his side, and earnestly begged to be received as his prisoner. The noble savage for a moment regarded his eager petitioner with a look of raingled doubt and pity, and then asked if he thought himself able to endure a rapid march to Canada. Receiving an assurance in the affirmative, he threw his blanket round the youth and led him to his own camp, where he supplied him with proper food, examined tenderly into the nature of his hurt, and watched over his safety with the solicitude of a brother. During the subsequent day, when so many of the prisoners were murdered in ecld blood by their guards, this Indian, by assistance and encouragement, enabled his suffering protege to keep so well up with the party in its hasty march as not to attract the attention of his less merciful companions, who would have dispatched him if he had delayed their progress. At night, when the poor boy's wounds kept him awake and tossing with pain, his red friend sat by him trying to assuage his agony, and when he at last discovered that this was best accomplished by the patient lying across something, offered his own person for that purpose, and bore without moving the inconvensences of such a position during the remainder |