own life in prison, at the moment he was about to appear before the court. Educated in exalted sentiments of honor, tenderly beloved by his family, and esteemed by his acquaintance, he was unable to contemplate the horrid fate that menaced him; and, yielding to the tortures of remorse for a deed which was surely unpremeditated, or recoiling before the horror of a disgraceful end, he snatched himself from the risk of undergoing a capital punishment.

THE BOWIE KNIFE.

THE New York Sun, in speaking of the murders which are continually occurring from the practice of wearing secret weapons, and which are rapidly earning us the name of a nation of assassins, mentions an occurrence at the Franklin Theatre in that city on Saturday evening. It appears that the barkeeper of the saloon got into a dispute with a Missouri gentleman, relative to the southern character, during which the latter became enraged, and stabbed the barkeeper twice in the thigh and once in the abdomen, The assassin escaped before he could be arrested, and his victim lies in the most agonizing and dangerous state."

From the Germantown Telegraph.

THE BOWIE KNIFE.

THIS weapon, which has been several times named in our columns, is longer and heavier than a butcher's knife, intended to cut or thrust, and was invented by Col. James Bowie, who was killed by the Mexicans at the capture of the Alamo in Bexar. The circumstance which gave rise to its name was about as creditable as the purposes which it has since subserved. Some twelve or eighteen months ago, the particulars of which we published at the time, three brothers by the name of Bowie, in one of the southern states, had a deadly conflict with several other persons, armed with every species of weapon, and among the rest the large knife of which we are now speaking. This was handled by the brothers with such dexterity as to decide the conflict in their favour, although numbers were against them, and it has ever since been called by their name, the Bowie knife. It is made to carry under the coat, and is now always worn by "gentlemen stabbers" in the South and West.

We understand that an order has been received at the Sheffield cutlery establishment, at this place, for several thousand of these knives, intended for the southern and western markets.

THE relation of the annexed outrage is copied from the Louisville Journal. Offences of this character, if not promptly followed with the punishment which violated laws demand, must rest as a stigma upon the whole people of the state within whose borders they are committed. One of the parties to the outrage is declared to be the sheriff of the county!—

"We derive from a respectable traveller the particulars of one of the most atrocious and horrible occurrences that ever disgraced the annals of human life, civilized or savage. A feeble-bodied man, whose name we did not learn, settled a few years ago on the Mississippi, a short distance

below Randolph, on the Tennessee side. He succeeded in amassing property to the value of about 14,000 dollars, and, like the most of the settlers, made a business of selling wood to the boats. This he sold at 2 dollars and 50 cents a cord, while his neghbours asked 3 dollars. One of them came to remonstrate against his underselling, and had a fight with his brother-in-law, Clark, in which he was beaten. He then went to obtain legal process against Clark, and returned with a deputy-sheriff, attended by a posse of desperate villains. When they arrived at Clark's house, he was seated among his children, and they instantly fired on him, wounding two children, and putting two or three balls through his body. Clark ran, was overtaken and knocked down; in the midst of his cries for mercy, one of the villains fired a pistol in his mouth, killing him instantly. They then required the settler to sell his property to them and leave the country. He, fearing that they would otherwise take his life, sold them his valuable property for 300 dollars, and departed with his family. The sheriff was one of the purchasers.

DUELLING IN NEW ORLEANS.

A MOST unfortunate rencontre took place yesterday at the City Hotel, (long known as Bishop's Hotel,) between a Mr. Naylor, of Donaldsonville in this State, and a Mr. Brounaugh of this city. It seems that the former gave the latter, several days since, a note of 2,000 dollars to negotiate for him. The latter (Brounaugh), it seems, kept the note beyond the specified time at which the note or the money was to be returned to the owner, Mr. Naylor. The latter had called on him for one or the other without success. It so happened that Brounaugh absented himself in some way, so that the opposite party could not see him for two or three days; whereupon Naylor posted him as a swindler and scoundrel. Soon afterwards, or the next day, Brounaugh appeared and pulled down the hand-bills, and posted up Naylor as a dd liar and scoundrel. Yesterday, about three o'clock, they met in the bar-room of Bishop's Hotel, amidst a crowd of people; some angry words ensued, when they both drew pistols and fired, being only three or four paces apart. Two balls entered the side of the chest of Naylor, one of which passed through his heart; he fell and expired in a few moments afterwards. Brounaugh received Naylor's ball in his groin, and, while in the act of falling, he received another ball from a third pistol, fired by a friend of Naylor, which passed through Brounaugh's body, who fainted and fell, and was thought to be dead. Naylor only spoke one or two words after he fell. Some one exclaimed, as Brounaugh fell, "He is dead!" "Who is dead? faltered Naylor. "Brounaugh," replied a spectator. "Huzza! Huzza!" feebly articulated Naylor, who expired in ten minutes afterwards. Brounaugh's life is despaired of, if he is not already dead. Of him I know little or nothing. Naylor was a tall, fine-looking_young man, twenty-six years of age, and full six feet high, a native of Missouri, but for some years past deputy surveyor of the state. His friends represent his character as without a blemish. They say he was a young man of high and noble feelings, a warm and sincere friend, and of a brave and courageous disposition. He was much beloved and respected by his friends. A large concourse of people attended his funeral to-day. I

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went to see his corpse after it was laid out, and I never beheld a more placid and calm countenance exhibited before in a corpse. He looked for all the world like a man in a calm sleep. His friends said his manner was exceedingly polite and urbane while living. This tragical event has produced considerable excitement and talk in New Orleans.

What a place of excitement this is! To-day is Sunday, and since I have been engaged in writing this letter, the funeral of Naylor has been going on. The Louisiana Greys, a beautiful and well-drilled volunteer company, with a fine band of music, has been parading under my window. Two steam-boats are throwing off noisy steam just ready to leave the levee, loaded with people for the races, while all the theatres, as usual, are to be open to-night. Mad. Celeste is playing at the St. Charles, and Mrs. Lewis and others at the American, and a splendid Italian Company opens to-night at the Theatre d'Orleans. And thus we go, hurlyburly, forward in this world in miniature.

From the Chicago Commercial Advertiser.

WE learn from a gentleman, James Kinzie, Esq., of this city, who has just ascended the Illinois river, that a most melancholy occurrence took place on Saturday, the 18th inst., at about 5 miles from its mouth, where, through the obstinacy of the captains of two steam-boats, one of their boats was sunk, and the lives of all the deck passengers, amounting to more than twenty, lost, and the freight and baggage entirely destroyed.

The captain of the Wisconsin, which was then ascending the river, had repeatedly stated, that if he should meet the Tiskilwa, and her captain would not give him a clear channel, he should run her down. This, it seemed, provoked the captain of the other boat, and he became as obstinately determined not to turn out of his course. Both boats met about 5 o'clock in the morning, at a time when all the passengers were in bed, and steered directly for each other till within only a few rods, when the captain of the Tiskilwa endeavoured, but too late, to avoid the concussion, and, turning a little out of the course, thus gave a fair broadside to the ascending boat, which took her behind the wheel, and she sunk in less than three minutes after she was struck. The first notice of their extreme danger which the cabin passengers received was the screams of those below, who were drowning; and without even time to put on their clothes, they merely escaped by jumping through the windows of the cabin, which, fortunately for them, had been completely separated from the sinking boat by the shock.

Mr. and Mrs. Garret, and Mr. and Mrs. Pomeroy, of this city, were among the cabin passengers, and were saved.

The captain of the Wisconsin is stated to have acted, even to the ladies, in a most brutal manner, having put them ashore barefooted, at more than a mile and a half from any habitation, and with nothing but their night-clothes on. Report says that the men were even worse treated, as he endeavoured to prevent their getting on board the Wisconsin.

From the Washington Correspondent of the New York Daily Advertiser.

JOHN QUINCY ADAMS.

I REGRET to inform you that this distinguished man is almost daily receiving anonymous communications from the South and elsewhere, threatening him with assassination, mobbing, and especially Lynching. Much as the ill-judged and unjust course of the ex-President must be deprecated by every candid man, his age, as well as the services he has rendered the country, if not his acknowledged wisdom, should call at least for the respect of all parties.

From the Nash. (Tenn.) Whig, Oct. 24.

MURDER A LARGE REWARD.

A REWARD of one thousand dollars is offered in this morning's paper for the apprehension of John and Solomon Step, who, on the 10th inst., inhumanly butchered an old gentleman by the name of Fraley, in Harden county. The circumstances of the murder we gather from the Tuscumbia Alabamian of Saturday. The Steps resided in Tishimingo county, Miss., and had a misunderstanding with a Mr. Lenox, the sonin-law of Fraley. In Lenox's absence they made a rude assault upon his family, for which he and his brother-in-law, young Fraley, held them to personal accountability. A rencontre ensued, and the deceased (the elder Fraley) interposing as peacemaker received fatal stabs at the hands of John Step, and almost instantly expired. It is believed the Steps will make for Texas. This is the fourth fatal affray in this State we have recorded in the last three months-all, too, in Middle Tennessee. Such outrages, we confess, reflect a stain upon the morals of our commonwealth.

From the Bay State Democrat.

FEDERAL VIOLATIONS OF THE LAW-A GLANCE AT THE TEN CENT.

REBELLION.

HAVE the people of Massachusetts forgotten the conduct of the leaders of the Federal party, when they assembled in this city to mob the Post Office or compel the Postmaster to violate the orders of his superior and the laws of the United States?

Mr. Webster, in 1816, was the mover of a law which compelled the Government to refuse all bills of banks that did not pay specie. When the banks suspended in May, 1837, Mr. Kendal sent orders to the Postmaster of Boston to enforce that law, and notice to that effect was posted up in the City Hall.

In the evening a terribly excited meeting was held in Topliff's ReadingRoom. Some one moved to put in Mr. Mark Healy chairman. He was then in the incipient stage of conservatism, but he was hissed down, from suspicion of being a friend to the Administration. The chair was taken by a furious Whig, and the Postmaster of the city was summoned to appear before the enraged assembly. He came and

attempted to read the letter of Mr. Kendall in justification of his course, but the moment that name was uttered the yells were hideous. "To Faneuil Hall! to Faneuil Hall!" was the infuriated cry of the merchant mob. "Resign! resign!" was the cry to the Postmaster, " and we will see who dares take the office." Such was the terror of the moment, that too many yielded themselves to the fury of the blast, and did not sustain, as they should have done, the course of the Administration and the supremacy of the laws. Their reason was, that if they had not temporized there would have been a horrible riot.

The next morning, the merchant mob assembled in Faneuil Hall. Men were excited to a pitch of inadness. Mr. Zebedee Cook offered resolutions declaring that the specie order should not be enforcedthat it should be prevented at all hazards, peaceably if we can, forcibly if we must. The meeting pledged itself to sustain the Postmaster in resisting the laws, and but one word from a leader would have carried the mob forth to pull down the Post Office. Reason was stifled. Lewis Josselyn, an estimable citizen, a Democrat, rose to tell them they were mobbing down Daniel Webster's own law, and he was seized by ruffians, and the flap of his coat torn off in pulling him down from the

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Mr. Abbott Lawrence and Mr. George Bond checked the fury of their followers, and finally got them to postpone their measures of violence, under a belief that the City Postmaster would resist the law. But even they denounced public men in the spirit of maniacs. Mr. Lawrence said that no people on God's earth were so trampled on by their rulers as the people of this country; and Mr. Bond said that if Amos Kendall were present he would be torn in pieces!

From a New Orleans Paper.

ANOTHER MURDER.

MURDERS are as plenty in New Orleans as blackberries, and yet the perpetrators of them are seldom made to pay the forfeit of their crimes by being "hanged by the neck until they are dead"— a punishment they so richly deserve, and which the safety of society imperiously requires.

From the Savannah Georgian.

A BASE attempt was made on Saturday last, at the depôt of the South Carolina railroad in Hamburg, to take the life of Wm. E. Jones, Esq. Editor of the Augusta Chronicle. Robert Glover, a desperate character, drew two large pistols on Mr. Jones, and was only prevented from using them by the crowd which shielded Mr. J., who was armed with a small pocket pistol. Mr. Jones had spoken in his paper in strong terms of the conduct of Glover, in assaulting and biting off the nose of one of the city officers, which induced the attempt to murder.

New York Correspondent.

MURDERS are rife here. Not a day now passes without one. Yesterday morning, a woman at day-break, looking out of her window in