An Aspiration. γου want my autograph. Permit me, then, to sign myself the friend of every effort for human eman cipation in our own country, and throughout the world. God speed the day when all chains shall fall from the limbs and from the soul, and universal lib. erty co-exist with universal righteousness and universal peace. In this work I am Yours truly, NEW YORK, Nov. 22d. 6. H. Chopin. The Dying Soliloquy of the Victim of the Wilksbarre Tragedy. “HE E was approached from behind by Deputy Marshal Wyncoop and his assistants, knocked down with a mace and partially shackled. The fugitive, who had unsuspectingly waited upon them during their breakfast at the Phenix Hotel, was a tall, noblelooking, remarkably intelligent, and a nearly white mulatto; after a desperate effort and severe struggle, he shook off his five assailants, and with the loss of everything but a remnant of his shirt, rushed from the house and plunged into the water, exclaiming: “I will drown rather than be taken alive." He was pursued and fired upon several times, the last ball taking effect in his head, his face being instantly covered with blood. He sprang up and shrieked in great agony, and no doubt would have sunk at once, but |