Some of our reader? may regard this ■
incident, which we derive from one of
the parties concerned, as savoring more
of profanity than generalship; but it
mnst be borne in mind that under the
excitement of such terrible scenes of
havoc and bloodshed, those ehgagid
in them use the name of the God of
Battle* with some degree of familiarity.
The Kentuckians that day did their
duty as others did. They paid toll
in travelling the high road to glory,
as the list ofkilledsnd wound d shows!
A Good Story.— The following ex
cellent story is told of Mr. Sheafe, a
grocer in Portsmouth. N. 11. :
It appenrs that a min had purchased
some wool from him, .V' ich had
weighed and paid for, and Mr. S. had
gone to the desk to get change for a
note. Happening to turn his head
1 while there, he saw in a glass, which
hung so as to reflect the shop, a stout
arm reach up and take from the shelf a
heavy white oak cheese. Ins'ead of
appearing suddenly and rebuking the
man for his theft, as another would,
itlureby losing his custom forever, the
crafty old gentleman gave the thief his
change, ns if nothing had happened,
and then under pretence of lifting the
bag to lay it on his hor«e for him, took
! hold of it; on doing so it appeared
heavier than he appeared to expect,
upon which he exclaimed
‘•Why, bless me. I must have reck
oned the weight wrong.”
“O. no.'’ said the other, “you may
I he sure you’ve not, for I counted them
i with von.”
“Well, well, we won't dispute the
matter—it is easily tried.” said Mr.
S. putting the b ig into the scale again.
