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NASHVILLE, Jan. s, 1881.

 The first convict under the new criminal code has arrived, and taken possession of the lodgings provided for him in the Pententiary. He is a young man, apparently not more than 9 or g years of age. His name, we under stand, is George Washington Cook he is from Madison county, and was convicted, at the late session of the Circuit Court in Jack son, of the too free use or his dirk. It is wor- thy of notice that this first tenant of our new prison was sent there for an offence hereto fore so lamentebly common, and is to be ho- ped that the rigor of our improved code will tend to put stop to the unlawful, dangerous, and unnecessary use of deadly weapons Banner.

 The first number of the NASHVILLE HE RALD, edited by Wilkins Tannehill, Esq. made its appearance OF Thursday goth inst. It is printed on sheet of goodly dimensions, with handsome brevier type, and contains an ample quantity and variety of original and se- lected matter. It is unequivocal and not with out zeal, in it's support of MT Clay as can- ddate, in opposition to the present incum- bent, at the next election of President of the United States. It will, no doubt, be conduct ed with talent, industry, and spirit.-b.

 Bankruht DiUidend.-The anecdote e the barber's failure in Wednesdays paper, reminded friend to call and tell us of loss he met with few days since, by the bank ruptcy of professional polisher of boots.- The disciple of Day & Martin had his only change pair of snow trackers in possession, for the purpose of .'gibin on lem de reel shine:" but as they did not appear in due time in the morning, he put on the yestcr- days dull pair, and found his way 10 the shop of Cuffee Brush, which was fast as door nail could make it. Cuff, however, showed the dark of his counten2nce through broken pane, and said,

 "Good mornin' Massa."

 "Open the door, Cuff"

 "Oh Massa, berry sorry I can't admit your honor.

 "Cant, why not?"

 "Why, lmet misfortune, and been 'bliged to turn pankrup."

 "Ah, that's bad, how much have you failed for"

 "Thirteen dollar sebenty-one cent, Massa.'

 "Well, hand out my boots, Cuff, make an honest settlement with your creditors, and you'll do well enough"

 "Here one, Massa."

 "Hand along the other."

 ''Oh no, Massa, only pays dbidend of if ty cent on de dollar. "-Roston Transcritt.