"burning Cotton."

Tho cottou-buruing oí this región tura ishes somc instances of brutal cruel ty that " harrow up tho soul." One poor fenner a littlo way from town was ftivorcd by Providonee with five bales, These, with a rifle that eost him $25, about compriscd his worldly possessions. Upon tlicso his famüy were entirely dependent. The regiinentaled cotton-burners came. They spoko in the name of the Conthiaveracy. The poor man impldred that lus five bales might be saved. They were all the properly he had in the world. This was impossible. He begged that one bale might bc loft, to him. The cotton-burners were inexorable. The poor man's five bales were sumed. The cotton-burners turned rifloscarchers. The poor man sai.d, " It cost me $25. Gn-c me five for it; I haveu't a dollar in the world." ïhe cottonburucrs were deaf to every entrenty of the poor man. ïlicy destroyed his cotton and earried away his rifle. Ho is in this city now, begging i'or food aud dothing. A Louisiana planter, under similar ciroumstances, produoed a very uusunilar result. ïhe cotton burners carne, they saw, they departed. " I have come to burn your cotton, sir." " By what authority ?" " By the autliority of General Bcauregard." '' You will not burn my cotton." " We will burn your cotton." " Go about it, then. But it is my opiuion, gentlemen, that you will not burn it.'1 " What do you propose to do ? You dou't mean to say that you will sliow any oppositioa to our autliority ?" " I siiuply mean to say that you will not burn my cottoa. Bob, briug a coal of firo." The fire ís brought. "Gentlemen, thoro is the fire, and yonder are one huudrud bales of cottou. - Proceed." " Your conduct is very extraordinary, sir, I should likc to kuow what you mean ?" " Well, sir, I mean tbat if you attenipt to burn that cotton I will soatter your brains so far and wide that uo power in lieavon or earth can bring thera together again. Ilere, boys, thal cotton ia yours ; defend it or starve." " D d strango couduct," mutters Mr. Offieer, sulleuly. " We'll atteud to your oase, air, AVe are going dowa the ver ; we will give you a visit on our reurn." " Do. Whenevcr you mako up your mind to burn my cotton, by all moans ome and burn." The coward officer and bis possc " feil ack in good order." The valiaut Louisaniau saved bis cotton. He has had 110 econd visit Ironi Beauregard's cotton junior?. I have yet to bear of an instance of voluntary submission to tbis cruel " orler" of Beauregard. In thousands of ases remoiistrance, tbreats of men, and ears of women and children were of no avail.