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.4necdote cf hc iate Benjansia Russes.-The worthy Editor of the Columbian Centinel was al- ways a model of enterprise and industry. For years after he commenced the publication of that paper, he not only acted sole editor, and repor ter, but also worked considerably al case, in set- ting type, and performed goodly share of the press.work. It is related of him. that once having published an article which was considered person. al and highly offensive by certair Individual Of high standing in the community, the aggrieved person visited the unfortunate printer, armed with COW skin, aud fully determined to give him sound threshing According to the custom Of the time, he was arrayed in white kerseymere small clothes. white silk stockings, and white vest Mr. Russell was at the time busily engaged, with his coat off and shirt sleeves rolled up in handling the press balls for distributing ink-sOliess were not known in those days-and his astonishment sed gentleman enter the office abruptly, in tower ing passion, and aim blow at him with cowskin 1! The printer fsontel his antagonist and very natur- ally made pass at him with his press balls, which took effect. one on his snowy vest, and the other on his left cheek and forehead. Another blow with the cowskin-another thrust with the bals-- which served admirably well the purpose of both sword and shield.

 In a few minutes the advocate of Lynch law, who, when he entered the office, looked as neat and trim as if he had just been taken from band box, was covered with ink-printer's ink-black and oily, from head Co fOof--nt5 nat was knocked off in the meelee--his gay costume into suit Of mourning, and his face was as black and glossy as a native citizen of Tombuctoo He soon found he was playing losing game, and beat retseat. fol. lowed by the printer, who had now got his hand

 n, and gave his asszant last furious push between his shoulders as e sprang into the street, mental. ly resolving never again to molest printer when engaged in his calling Bosson Jos~Hal"Ti! ,77

 Dying ,Words ef Distinguished .Men.-The Pittsburg Commercial gives the following account of the dying words of some Of the most distin. guished men that, per haps. ever lived :-' Head of the eArmy'-Napoleon. must sleep Dow'- Byron. It matters little how the head lyeth'- Sir Walter Raleigh. Kiss me. Hardy ,'-Nelsop.f T Don't give up the ship'-Lawrence I'm d-d if don't believe Pm dying -chsnceIlor Thurlow. Don't let that awkward squad r6Fe ever my graye'--Burns. .d,. DTS .,a..u.0, Q

 Schiller asked, when he spoke last, that he might he raised up SO that he eOold see the sun. which, glorious as the poetis fanes Was slowly de- clining beyond the hills of the Rhine. ,., t

 Perfection et .Mse,y.-A day or two since we saw, says the N ': True Sun. an able bodied man sitting upon the dilspidated and Shiny steps of aiow groE shop on Five P0intss tearing the raw meat from beef joint. which he had probably ste. len from the dogs, with . vosacity known only to starvation. His tattered garments, his bloodshot eyes and trembling frame, proclaimed him slave to King Alchohel-dooWsdt0 t0 autsarly ae4 dis. .Efacefal death. ega., sa. a. 5sqreaBss ..