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"Should a man steal from you," tinued he, "go to him, and remonstrate with him; should a man purloin my watch, I would endeavor to obtain restitution by an appeal to his conscience. If I failed, I would go unto him again and again; and should he yet prove entirely hardened and depraved, no efforts of mine should ever seek redress by law."

"Yes," added he, warming with his subject. "Yes, cold as the night is, should a man lay his hand upon my coat, no resistance would he meet from me; he might have that, and my cloak also, before I would sin by raising my hand against my fellow, or appearing in that tabernacle of the evil one-a Court."

Now, at this time sat in the centre of the building a certain noisy, turbulent, empty-headed, pettifogging lawyer, who, since that time, has made some noise in the world as a loco foco demagogue-empty vessels being the very ones of all the world to make a noise, when tossing to and fro in the turbulent sea of politics. Squire Dan, as he was called, not admiring the animadversions cast, with no sparing hand, upon a profession, of which he was-if not a limb-at least a twig, although a very small one, arose and addressed the orator of the evening, to the latter's astonishment, and that of the audience.

(6 Sir," ," said Dan, "did I understand you to say that you would neither offer resistance to, nor prosecute, a person taking

your coat?"

derer, he must not resist, even for the purpose of saving his life, or the lives of his wife and children, unless such resistance can be effected without endangering the life or limbs of his opponent; he must not strike a single blow, in self-defence, that may, by any possibility, break an arm, or a finger even, of his assailant.

Another speaker coincided with Mr. Garrison, and remarked that, should his house be entered by robbers that night, he should offer no resistance unless they could be expelled without receiving the slightest bodily injury! But he should endeavor, on the morrow, to ferret out the burglars,

not, however, through the aid of the laws,) and have a friendly talk with them, and try, with words

of kindness, to win them back to the forsaken

paths of honesty and virtue. If any articles of

which he had been robbed should be found in their possession, he should refuse to take them back, and beg of the misguided men to retain them, unless indeed they pertinaciously urged and entreated

him to receive them.

"I said so, sir," replied the amazed non-resistant.

"But," continued Dan, "I wish to know if you really avow that determination upon your own part, or merely mean it as a part of your lecture, and an exemplification of the principles which you profess?"

"I say distinctly, sir, that my conduct would be as I have stated," was the reply.

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"Well then," said his tormentor, rising, and blowing out his fat cheeks, 'very like a whale.' I am a lawyer, and like to put everything to the proof, and now, I call the audience to witness your words. I know a poor man, sir, and an honest one, that needs a coat more than you do, and if you do not retract, I shall take it from you, and give it to him."

Dan started for the rostrum, and even was about ascending, when the alarmed and astounded exponor of non-resistantism cried "peccavi!"

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Stop, sir," said he, "I was preaching what we should, not what we do perform."

Our lecturer's course was cut short by an untoward event. A severe defeat at the game of draughts was formerly, and, probably, is now, termed "a skunk." The man was "skunked."

Great events hinge upon small causes. A refractory pig is said to have occasioned the late war between the United States and England, and the capture of one of the hereabove hinted-at, odoriferous purloiners of poultry,-known "down East" as "Wethersfield dogs,"-by a party of urchins, resulted in the non-resistant's defeat.

In the midst of an impassioned harangue, the animal was thrown into the centre of the building. It was cold weather, the doors were closed and a brisk fire burned in the stoves. An immediate retreat was the necessary consequence.

These "non-resistant" gentry may do very well in some quiet hum-drum eastern village, where the appearance of the parson's wife in a new silk dress, is enough to produce an extraordinary excitement; where a rise in hoe-handles, axe-helves, or rakestales is a signal for an emeute; such as it is, where the principal amusement of the ladies is found in those female "Schools for Scandal," yclept sewing circles, and famous for the instruction of juvenile femin

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ine "Ideas" in the art of "shooting" at the reputation of every female in the village, present company excepted," and of giving an especial stab at the character of those whose position in society is superior to their own where the anti-slavery almanac, the most "ideal" work of the age, and fully equal in imaginative description to Gulliver's Travels, Baron Munchausen, and Peter Wilkins combined, is purchased, and every one of its impudent and barefaced lies swallowed as pure gospel. They may do there, but in the GREAT WEST, men and women of very different calibre are required. Accustomed from infancy to the excitement of the real dangers ever attending the settlement of new territory, they can neither understand nor forgive the pertinacity with which some of their eastern brethren insist upon letting their own business alone, and minding that of their neighbors and the community in general.

Cross the mountains, descend the "Belle Rinére," and the "Father of Waters," and you will find everything upon a gigantic scale. Earth, air, and water all combine to produce this effect. Land more rich than Canaan's soil, yields overweening crops of cotton and of corn. The storms are hurricanes, the rivers vast inland seas; and, is it not surprising, where everything is expanded, that man should partake of the general feature?

It is so, indeed, and while in size, they rival the sons of Anak, their virtues, their courage, their hospitality, and their crimes are all in the same proportion.

The entire world cannot produce such a collection of unmitigated scoundrels as are to be found there, some spending their time upon the rivers, some passing for planters and tavern-keepers, scattered through the South and West at convenient distances, making a chain of posts for the accommodation of their brethren, and others prowling about under various guises, as horsedealers, negro drovers and peddlers, but carrying on the more profitable trades of negro stealing, robbery and murder. Commencing in most cases with gambling, the western scamp seldom pauses in his career, until he has reached the topmost round in the ladder of crime.

No boat ever travels over the Mississip

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pi, Ohio, or their tributaries, without the accustomed freightage of "Chevaliers d' Industrie," as much superior in audacity and villainy to their congeners of the old world, as is an incarnate demon of hell to a common every-day rascal.

Boats are owned by associations of these scoundrels, run to facilitate gambling and robbing operations, and we would here warn all tyros in Western travel to enquire well into the character of both boat and captain before embarking, and when on board, to be seduced into no game of chance-even for amusement-with a stranger.

Some few years since, we think in 1842, a man was hung in Cincinnati, who, although but twenty-four years of age, confessed to twenty-two murders.

According to his own story, he had been for three years of his career a nominal barkeeper upon a Western boat, in order that he might have a better chance to commit and conceal crime.

Travelling as a solitary gambler, while a mere boy, he had marked one of the passengers for his prey, under the idea that he carried with him a large amount of money. He engaged a part of the same state-room, and not succeeding in his efforts to inveigle the man into a game of cards, determined to murder him in the night and leave the boat with his booty.

He succeeded in the commission of the

crime, but as he was searching for the supposed money, the door opening upon the guard was unlocked, and the captain of the

boat entered.

Both were astonished, but the murderer was paralized, until the captain, the older adept in guilt, informed him that he had only forestalled his intentions, and proposed a division of the spoil.

For three years he remained upon the boat, engaged in gambling, and, when a fair opportunity presented itself, murder.

When all or a great portion of this tribe of villains were united by that arch-fiend Murrell, they presented a phalanx of crime that seemed almost impregnable to the law, and could only have been checked, for entirely uprooted they were not, by the ultra means adopted in Mississippi.

It is our intention to lay before the reader a full account of this man, and of the

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various ramifications of his clan, many of which exist to the present day, of his real designs, and his singular mode adopted to

gain adherents; but we must here pause, having scarce passed the threshold of our subject. P. P.

MEMOIR OF RICHARD YEADON, ESQ.,

TULLY, in describing a good and happy | man, places him under a well regulated government, in the ripeness of honor, and the full enjoyment of reputation; capable of performing public trusts with safety, and of retreating into the shades of private life with dignity. To these requisites we would add the reflections of having earned character without envy, and of having deserved success by the strict observance of justice in all the relations of life; reflections which, in an eminent degree, belong to him whose biography we are about to write.

Richard, the eldest son, the father of the
subject of this memoir, began to provide
for himself at the early age of twelve
years. He intermarried with the widow
Mary Adams, to whom, as Mary You, he
had been attached in early life.
sistent devotion to this object of his early
affection, was rewarded in the possession of
a moderate fortune, and a wife of intelli-
gence and virtue. Young in life he be-
came an officer in the branch, or office of
discount and deposit of the old, or first,
United States' Bank, at Charleston, and
was one of the tellers of that institution
when put in liquidation to aid in the settle-
ment of its affairs. He was retained as an

elected by the Legislature a director of the Bank of the State of South Carolina, and in 1815 or 1816 was chosen deputy cashier, the title of which officer was subsequently changed to that of assistant and transfer clerk. This position he held at the time of his death, which occurred on the 9th of November, 1841, when he had approached his sixty-ninth year. He left a widow and three children: two daughters, and a son whose life we are engaged in considering. Mr. Richard Yeadon, the father, had established long before his death, an irreproachable character for integrity and honor. He was known as a good citizen, a faithful officer, and an affectionate parent. He was remarkably kind to his children, giving them all excellent educations, and providing for them liberally. His house was the abode of hospitality, and he was universally acknowledged to be one of the most able and upright bank officers ever known in Charleston.

Richard Yeadon, whose life presents a noble example of independence in political principle, industry in professional charac-officer after that event. In 1812 he was ter, integrity in business, of beautiful consistency in the family and friendly relations, was born in the city of Charleston, on the 22d of October, 1802. His paternal grandfather was Richard Yeadon, a native of England, and a watch-maker by trade, who came to this country before the bursting forth of that revolutionary flame, which spread over the continent, and eventually consumed the institutions of monarchy. Richard, the grandfather, intermarried with Mary Lining, a Carolinian of Scottish descent. In the struggle which ensued between the Whigs of this country and Great Britain, he sided with the former, without considering for a moment any question but the duty he owed to the liberty of the country of his adoption. On the occasion of the capitulation of Charleston, he suffered imprisonment in a prison ship and in the provost; and was, finally, with his family, banished to Philadelphia. On the conclusion of the war he returned to Charleston, where he died in 1784, over thirty years of age. He left a widow and four children, with little for their support. His children were, two sons, Richard and William, and two daughters. I

Mr. Yeadon's maternal grandfather was Thomas You, a native of Carolina, of French Huguenot descent. He was a silversmith by trade, and the apprentice of

the father of the late Judge Grimké, who | generously aided him in business. At about the age of thirty-two he intermarried with Elizabeth Clifford, a lady of sixteen years of age, and a co-heiress, with the late Mrs. Mary Turpin, of Mr. John Clifford, a gentleman of English descent, and a considerable land owner in Charleston. Mr. You took active part with his countrymen in the revolution; and, on the occasion of the surrender of Charleston, was doomed, first to the occupancy of the provost and then of a prison ship. He was about to suffer exile with his family, when a severe attack of gout obliged him to receive British protection. He seized, however, an early opportunity of breaking his parole, at the risk of his neck, and took up arms again with his countrymen. He died in 1785, or early in 1786, leaving a widow and five children, among whom was Mary the mother of Mr. Yeadon. The maternal grandmother, Mrs. Elizabeth You, though left a young, beautiful, and wealthy widow, never again married, but devoted herself faithfully and unweariedly to the care and nurture of her children, a much more noble reason for resisting suitors than the unravelling of the web, which distinguished the ancient wife, so often engaging the praises of poetry. Mrs. You was a lady of vigorous mind, and eminent in virtue and piety. She lived to the extreme age of 86 or 87.

The mother of Mr. Yeadon grew up a very lovely girl. In early life she was attached to Richard Yeadon, the father, but destiny separated them, and she married Mr. John Adams, a planter of Edisto Island. Shortly after marriage Mr. Adams was drowned, in a stormy winter's night, by the upsetting of a row boat, in which he was returning to his plantation from the city. Mrs. Adams was thus left quite a youthful widow, with an infant son, who not long afterwards followed his father to

the grave. On the conclusion of a decorous widowhood, this lady again met Mr. Yeadon, and, their long smothered affection reviving, she became his wife. The fate of her first husband induced her to persuade her second to dispose of the Edisto lands and slaves, which was done at the moment when the culture of cotton began to supersede that of indigo. Mrs. Mary Yeadon, like her mother, was pious and amiable. With a fidelity and self-de

nial not often equalled, she dedicated her time to the advancement of the interests and happiness of her husband and children. But, though confining herself to this sphere, the graces of her character still expanded, and a large social circle daily attested her meekness, her affectionate and forgiving disposition, her usefulness and benevolence. She died on the 22d of November, 1842.

We have been the more particular in these ancestral notices for the reason that it is delightful, in contemplating the life of a friend, to look back and trace through the lives of those from whom he has sprung, the outlines of the features of character which distinguish him, and render the record of his life lovely. To observe, that his integrity, his charity, his virtues, are not the result of accidental training, or the consequence of a mere yielding of the heart to custom rather than principle, but part of the original property of the racehereditary virtues springing directly from the soul, and descending in right lines, and in undiminished purity, to the latest branch. The parents of Richard Yeadon removing to a residence on Harleston's Green, he entered a school conducted by Mrs. Baker and Mrs. Rogers. Between the ages of six and seven he was transferred to the tuition of Mr. McDow, with whom he began Latin, and with whom he continued till the age of thirteen. For about a year afterwards he studied under Mr. Thomas McCay, whose health failing, he was put under that excellent instructor, the late Mr. Martin L. Hurlbut, who prepared him for college. In October, 1818, and before quite sixteen, he entered the South Carolina College, joining, or rather studying, with the Sophomore class until the examination in December, when he was admitted a member of the Junior class of 1819. The faculty then consisted of the Rev. Dr. Maxey, D. D., President, and Professor of Rhetoric and Belles Lettres; Thomas Park, M. D., Professor of Languages; Edward Smith, M. D., Professor of Chemistry; Rev. Christian Hanchell, Professor of Mathematics; Rev. Robert Henry, D. D., Professor of Moral and Political Philosophy. Dr. Smith having died, in the vacation of Mr. Yeadon's Junior year, in Missouri, the celebrated Thomas Cooper, M. D., succeeded him. Mr. Yeadon's class was the first in the col

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