amily, and
suffering not only from the great multitude of grief consequent upon the
death of her heroic sons, but for want of the common necessaries of
life, the invaders having stripped the widow of her last pound of
provisions. The life-spark rekindled in the eye of the mother, as she
beheld her darling boy safe at her bedside--she grasped his hand with
the firmness of a dying woman, and turning her eyes upon the now weeping
boy, said,

"Andrew, I leave you,--son, you will soon be alone in the world; be
faithful, be true to God and your country--that--when--the--hour of
death approaches you--will have--nothing to--dread--every thing--to hope
for."

* * * * *

Andrew was taken ill after the burial of his mother, and but for the
constant and tender care of the old black nurse--the last of the Jackson
family--would have then passed away; he recovered--he was alone--not a
relative in the world; poor, and in a land ravaged by a foreign foe,
could a boy be more desolate and lonely? With a few "effects" thrown
upon his shoulders, he went to North Carolina, Salisbury, where he
entered the office of a famed lawyer--Spruce M'Cay--was admitted to the
bar in 1778--went to Tennessee--served as a soldier in the Indian wars
of 1783--chosen a Senator 1797--Major General in 1801--whipped the
British in the most conclusive manner at New Orleans in 1815, and
triumphantly elected President of the United States for eight years in
1829. Andrew Jackson followed his mother's advice, and he not only
triumphed over his hard fortune, but died a Christian, full of hope, in
1845.

Snaking out Sturgeons.

We have roared until our ribs fairly ached, at the relation of the
following "item" on sturgeons, by a loquacious friend of ours:--

It appears our friend was located on the Kennebec river, a few years
ago, and had a number of hands employed about a dam, and the sturgeons
were very numerous and extremely docile. They would frequently come
poking their noses close up to the men standing in the water, and one of
the men bethought him how delicious a morsel of pickled sturgeon was,
and he forthwith made a preparation to "snake out" a clever-sized fish.
Getting an iron rod at the blacksmith's shop, close at hand, he bends up
one end like a fish hook, and, slipping out into the stream, he slily
places the hook under the sturgeon's nose and into its round hole of a
mouth, expecting to fasten on to the vict