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ompanied by her sister, Mrs. Edwards, from whose roof, by the way, she eloped with "Old Abe," then a briefless attorney.--Cor. Philadelphia Press. Spending Christmas. The Savannah Republican of Monday says: Quite a sensation was produced Saturday afternoon by a procession of over two hundred negroes, laborers on theof the Atlantic and Gulf Railroad, who arrived by the train and took a steamer for Wilmington, North Carolina, in the neighborhood of which they will spend their Christmas holiday of three weeks with their owners and families. It was a happy crowd, and with coon dogs, banjoes, persimmon cakes, frying-pans, &c., &c., presented quite an interesting spectacle. How many, who have no good homes to go to, no happy Christmas to spend, ignorantly deplore their fate! Affairs at New Orleans. New Orleans, Dec. 23. --Another Pelican flag, which consists of a red star upon a white field, with the ancient Louisiana emblem of a Pelican feeding her young, wa
On a Frolic. --Robert Smith, for claiming Americas, a slave, as his property, and Americas, slave to Mrs. Susan E. Shelton, for claiming Smith as his owner, were both before the Mayor yesterday, and after a hearing were discharged, it being evident that Smith only felt like being a slave owner because he had Christmas in his bones.
Doleful Christmas! Perhaps some of our readers regard the caption of this article as involving a paradox. Perhaps they think if it is not merry, It is not Christmas at all. If the law be plainly unconstitutional, the judges do not say it is a bad law — that would be to admit that there was room for error in a science which has been described as the perfection of reason. They took the bull boldly by the horns. They tell us there is no law. The negroes on a plantation we once know, distinguished themselves by all getting drunk on the last day of harvest of a certain year. The next year the proprietor told them they should have no whiskey.--"Humph!" grunted the head man, "I don't call dat no harvis', I don't." So is Christmas nothing if it is not merry, as Iago was nothing if not critical. We suppose, then, the 25th day of December, in the year of Grace One Thousand Eight Hundred and Sixty, was, to us at least, not Christmas, for, most assuredly, to us it was not merry. W