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~'u campaign, hO was sitting with

 ols Iamlly on the gallery of his handsome

 country house, when an advanced courier

 rooe Gp and announced the approach of

 General Washington and suite. infnrm;no

 nm that he should crave his hospitality for

 the night. The necessary directions were given in reference to the household prena- rations, and Col. Carroll, ordering his horse. rode forward tO meet and escort to his house tlle distinguished guest, whom lle had never yet seen, although serving in tho same widely extended army.

 That evening, ar tho table, Annette (now become the digniGed, matronly, and still, handsome, Mrs. CarrOlll could not keen her eyes from the face ofher illustrious vis- itor. Every moment or. two she would steal glance at hia commanding features, and half doubsingly, half assuredly. shake her head and look again, to be still more puzzled. Her absence oimind and ar,s barrassHaent at length hccame evident to her husbaaasvhe inquired aiiectiona.ely if she were jN

 . I suspect, Colonel,' said the General. who had been some time, wi,h a .onief. meaning smile, observing the .lady's curious and puzzled survey of his features. that Mrs. Carroll thinks she recognizes in me an old acquaintance.' And hesmiled with a mysterious air. as he ga2ed upon both alternately. The Colonel stared, and a faint memory of the past seemed 10 be revived, as he gazed, while the lady rose impulsively from her chair, and bending eagerly forward over the tea-urn. with clasped hands, and an eye of intense. eager inquiry fixed full upon hin's stood for moment with hcr lips parted. as 1 she would speak.

 Pardon mo. my dear madam -pardon me. Colonel-I must put au end to this scene. ! have became, by dint of camp fare and hard usage, too Dnwieldy 10 leap again twenty-two feet and ono inch, even tos so fair bride as one wot of.'

 The recognition. with the surprise, de- lights and happiness that followed, are left to tue imagination of the reader.

 General WAsHINeToN was indeed the handsome young leaPes' whose mysteri- ous appearance and disappearance in the native village of the lovers. Is still tradi- tionary and whose claim to a substantial body of 'b0no .Jfds' flesh and blood. was stous1y contested by the village story tel- lers. until the happy DENouEMENr which took place at the hospitable mansion of Col. Carroll

 Socrates and khe Wido,cer.--A husband lost dutiful and beloved wife. The loss filled his mind with grief; and in his despair would have slain himself with his dagger, had not his friends prevented him. Disappointed, but still furious, he dashed his head against the wall, determined to seek death in some way. so as to join the beloved one. It was with great difficulty that he was appeased, and persuaded to consult the sage Socrates. and seek advice and consolation at his hand. He did so; and the philosophers only answer was, come again in months" At the end of that tinae he did not come, for he had mar ried again! X Sgt Soap.-The Van Burenites leaders we nnean-are mighty smooth, and oily, and soft-spoken ak at once. We are in a bad predicament. they say, and we must make the best of it: we must all of forget poltics and try to get things straight. Oh, no, don't let us have any party 0cuffiing now; we must forget every thing, and work together q! This is very much like the chap who had broken into the house, and whilst busily en- gagged in carrying of the yaluables' was suddenly detected by the owner, Where upon the rogue entreated the owner most car nestly to take hold and help re.plnce every thing. 1his is c pinching ti,ae, said he, and

 '0s must sOork togesher.-Springfez5 Repub. An Editor in tro4ble.-The following good-

 humored article, with its bill of fare appen- ded, is from the Tuscahomian, a good and true Van Buren paper, published in Missis- sippi. We only remark in reference to this worthy editors case, that his ssufferings is

 not intolerable,' for 1t might be far worse with ! man who has. thus far, plenty of corn cake every day in the week:

 'This is our 18th No. and lucky for us it is that the volume is so near it's completion for

 never was poor devil of an editor so nigh

 being starved out as we are at this present

 writing Ay. we are threatened with star | vation! Think of that, ye rump-fed scribes,

 who thrice day regale your luxurious bel

 lies on mutton chop, roast beef, dumplings, 1 and perchance, turtle soup and fricaseed chickens, (Zounds how our mouth watersD 1 washing the same down your pampered gull lets with old October brown, and bright or ! sparkling Champaign! Think ye .good, fat sleek-keaded,' pure, and unbribed Whig ed- itorS, who are constantly crying out against the 'spoils' men, and the party's' liberality to its editors-think of a democratic editor, a whole-hog Van Buren and Gholson man, so nigh starvation, that on No. mackerel per diem. and a half bushel of corn meal for a fortnight, is almost his whole allowance This is no exaggeration. Towns and town of. ficers and individuals owe us trifiing sums for printing, and although we have dunned and dunned them, with an obstinate persever- ence, week after week through our columns, we can't induce them to call and pay their debts; we cannot collect money enough to