“C’est ma grande consolation d’avoir. * * * Les Etats-Unis est une mod‚le de perfection r‚publicaine,” said he, taking the blanket from Daley and throwing it upon the floor.  He was but a poor companion for his fellow-prisoners, being deprived of the means to exercise his social qualities.  He went through the same course of suffering that Manuel did; but, whether from inclination or necessity, bore it with more Christian fortitude, chanting vespers every morning, and reading the Latin service every evening.  The lesson which Manuel taught Daley proved of great service to Paul, who gave Daley the jail-ration which it was impossible for him to eat, and was saved from his pilfering propensities.  Thus, after John Paul had suffered thirty-five days’ imprisonment, in mute confinement, to satisfy the majesty of South Carolina, he was released upon the following conditions, and taken to his vessel at early daylight, lest he should see the city or leave something to contaminate the slaves.  “Contrary to law.”  State vs.  “Contrary to law.”  French bark “Senegal,” Capt.—­For John Paul, Colored Seaman.  To Sheriff Charleston Dist.

July 18, 1852.  To Arrest, $2; Registry, $2, $4.00” “Recog. $1.31; Constable, $1, 2.31” “Commitment and discharge, 1.00” “35 Days’ Maintenace of John Paul, at 30 cents per day, 10.50

Recd. payment, $17.81 J. D—­, S. C. D. Per Chs.  E. Kanapeaux, Clerk.

A very nice item of disbursements to present to the owners-a premium paid for the advanced civilization of South Carolina!

We have merely noticed the imprisonment of John Paul, our limits excluding the details.  We must now turn to a little, pert, saucy French boy, eleven years old, who spoke nothing but Creole French, and that as rotten as we ever heard lisped.  The French bark Nouvelle Amelie, Gilliet, master, from Rouen, arrived in Charleston on the twenty-ninth of July.  The captain was a fine specimen of a French gentleman.  He stood upon the quarter-deck as she was being “breasted-in” to the wharf, giving orders to his men, while the little child stood at the galley looking at the people upon the wharf, making grimaces and pointing one of the crew to several things that attracted his attention.  Presently the vessel hauled alongside of the dock, and Dusenberry, with his companion Dunn, who had been watching all the movements of the vessel from a hiding-place on the wharf, sprang out and boarded her ere she had touched the piles.

The “nigger,” seeing Dusenberry approach him, waited until he saw his hand extended, and then, as if to save himself from impending danger, ran aft and into the cabin, screaming at the top of his voice.  The crew began to run and move up into close quarters.  The issue was an important one, and rested between South Carolina and the little “nigger.”  Dusenberry attempted to descend into the cabin.  “Vat you vant wid my John, my Baptiste?  No, you no do dat, ’z my cabin; never allow stranger go down ’im,” said the captain,