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Hawke's Bay Times, Volume 17, Issue 968, 15 March 1871, Page 2

The barque Francis Henty, the yacht of the port, returned on Wednesday, after an absence of over thirteen months, looking as trim as ever. During her absence, from the port she has been trading in the China seas. These have lately been visited by very heavy typhoons, and in one of these Captain Quayle was instrumental in saving the Jives of a portion of the crew of a junk which had drifted out of her course. On reaching the deck of the junk a horrible spectacle was witnessed. There were four Chinamen alive, bub more like skeletons than living beings; they were so weak as to be unable to stir, and had to be carried on board the barque, where they were fed and clothed, but, despite all "the care bestowed on t : hem, one died within twentyfour hours after being rescued from the junk. The remaining three were taken on to Saigon, where through interpreters it was ascertained that the junk had left Formosa for Swatow, with a cargo of lice; but falling in with, a typhoon, which carried away the masts and drove the vessel down the Chma Sea, they had been twenty-one days drifting about at the mercy of the elements. They were fourteen days without watei or food, beyond a few drops, caught during one or two passing showers, and the dead bocjy of one of their shipmates, four of whom died prior to Captain Quayle coming up to the junk. On the following day another junk, waterlogged, was passed, around which there were seen floating seveial dead bodies. —Melbourne Leader.

" Say, Pomp, where you get dat new hat % : ' —Why, at de shop, ob course."— " What is de price ob such an article as dat?"—"l dun know, Sain—l dim. know ; de shopman warn't dar."

Mr D. H. Craig.r in a letter to the New York Herald, details the ad vantages of the new svstem of telegraphy, which has excited some attention recently, in the following terms : " A year ago I bespoke your favorable consideration of a new telegraph enterprise, which I had then fully entered upon, and which, it gives me great pleasure to inform you, has now been consummated, in the completion of a very superior line of telegraph of pound wire (Steel and copper) and the perfecting of oar new system of automatic telegraphy, by means of which we are now transmitting friom New York to Washington, and vick versa, 500 words per minute over wire, 30 000 per hour, and 720,000 wqrds in twenty four hours —a rate of speed equal to the average of more than (fifty wires by the Morse system. The perfect simplicity, accuracy, • and reliability of the new sysiem are not less remarkable than the wonderful speed above stated, I have before told you, and I now repeat with all pos. ible that our system is absolutely new, and as different from all other known systems as is the d fference between the transmitting power of sixty and five hundred words per minute. As we can by our new system transmit intelligence direct, and with one writing, from this city to every other city, and directly into the editorial rooms of every journal in the country, at the rate of five hundred words per minute, recording the same in clear, distinct, and perfectly accurate characters, it cannot be doubted that we are on the eve of an entire revolution in newspaper and commercial correspondence. The day is near at hand when business letters of ordinary length may be transmitted from New York to New Orleans for twenty-five cents, and still afford a large profit to the telegraph company You have nearly seen the day when fiist-class papers can publish the news of the world exclusively by telegraph, discaiding news letters as -quite behind the age." Practical reproof, as practised in the conjugal relation in Scotland, is not always pleasant—and may be very embarrassing by a slight mistafio. A Scottish minister had been entertaining i\b dinner a clerical friend from some ■distance. The evening was very unpropiticus, and the friend was invited by the minister to remain during the, night, and had readily accepted the invitation. They walked together for some time in the luanse garden. At dusk the minister asked his friend to step into the manse, while he would give directions in regard to his friend'« conveyance being got ready in the morning. As the stranger entered the manse, the minister's wife mistook him for her husband in the twilight; she raised the pulpit Bible, which chanced to be on the lobby table, and bringing the full weight of it across the stranger's shoulders, exclaimed emphatically,— " There ! —that's for asking that ugly wretch to stay all night!" How the lady looked on discovering the blunder is not relate;!; but the visitor is understood to have relinquished his intention ©f tarrying for the night.

A remarkable scene was that at Old Saybrook, Connecticut, a few .days since (says the Cincinnati Weekly Jnquirer), when, under the authority of the town, a search was made for the remains of Lady Fen wick, the first white woman ever buried in Connecticut. For 222 years her remains have reposed near the junction of the Connecticut river with the Sound, on Saybrook Point, and now the laying out of a railroad necessitated their removal to a neighboring cemetery. An old rude monument of brown stone has marked the reputed spot of her sepulture, but suuh have been the changes in the banks by the shifting of the channel that it was doubted by many whether the remains really rested beneath, and when the excavations had reached more than an ordinary depth these doubts became more pronounced. But at last, 6 feet the surface, the skeleton, nearly p?i'fcct, was unearthed. The teeth were still .oand, the skull unusually large, while the rest of the frame indicated a lady of slender mould; and the ha'r, still partly in curls, aod retaining its bright golden hue, gave support to the traditions of her rare beauty. The relics were placed in a handsome coffin, covered with black cloth, The bella

were tolled for h'er tfrr the first time, when her bones were removed from their long resting-place, for at her burial there could have been no requiem for the noble lady, unless it were the war whoop of the wild Indian. Her husband was the original owner and governor of this section from 1636 to 1644, when the jurisdiction was sold to the colony of Connecticut; and, after her death, he returned to JEngland, and sat as one of the Judges on the trial of Charles I.

A clock pedlar was tramping along, hot, dusty, and tired, when he came to a meeting-house wherein sundry Friends were engaged in silent devotion. The peripatetic tradesman thought he would walk in and rest himself. He took a seat upon a bench, doffed his hat, and placed his clocks upon the floor. There was a painful stillness in the meeting house, which wa3 broken by one ot the clocks, which commenced striking furiously. The pedlar was in agony, but he hoped every minute the clock would stop. Instead of that, it struck just 430 times, by the actual count of every Friend in the meeting; for even the best-disciplined of them couldn't help numbering the strokes. Then up rose one of the elder Friends, at the end of the four hundred and thirtieth stroke, and said v " Friend, as it is so very late, perhaps thee had better proceed on thy journey, or thee will not reach thy destination, unless thee is as energetic as thy vehement time-piece."