time, "Be not rash and inconsiderate.
Hear what your and our Great Father the
President will say. Go and see him as he
has requested. I assure you I believe he will
give you satisfaction if you forbear to take
it yourselves." Beard was tried by
court-martial, and dismissed unpunished and
unreproved.

On the twenty-ninth of August, the Indians
coming for vengeance, killed and mangled
one Lieutenant Tedford, and shot a man
named Cunningham, who escaped, wounded,
to the log cabin of one Andrew Cresswell.
Cresswell and his wife determined not to go
for safety to the nearest station, but to defend
their own home for themselves. The house
was a new cabin with a single door, fastened
by a shutter of hewn puncheons thick
enough to be bullet proof. The stable was
so placed in the rear of the cabin, that
its door could only be opened by raising
a large bolt with a long lever at the head
of the master's bed. Near the lever was a
porthole through which he could defend his
stable, and there were portholes on each wall
of the house through which he could defend
his family. The enemy abstained from
besieging him.

On the following day two Indians entered
the house of Philip Hatter, in Washington
County, about eleven o'clock, tomahawked
and scalped his wife, then cut off his
daughter's head, and carried it off with
them.

Colonels Doherty and M'Farland,
contrary to orders, mustered one hundred and
eighty mounted riflemen, crossed the Tennessee,
and invaded the Indian territory. They
destroyed six towns, killed and scalped fifteen
men, and carried away with them sixteen
women and children.

More of these chronicles might not be
thought agreeable. These were the pioneers
who flocked a few years afterwards to the
great camp meeting at Cane Ridge, and,
fervently praying and receiving exhortation
night and day, commenced there the great
Tennessee revival of religion. They had lost
almost its very forms. So violent in its
contrasts, and so rough in its usages, was life at
the west end of the world, before man went
by steam into the backwoods, and when there
scarcely was an opening for any craftsman in
a frontier settlement!

   NORTH COUNTRY COURTESIES.

It is by no means our intention to describe
either Derby or Durham, the places whence
the documents we are about to produce were
dated. We propose nothing more than a
sketch, taken at each place from nature, of
what female life, and writing, were in both
places when our great-grandmothers were
misses in coats. That once celebrated
painter, Mr. Wright of Derby, could not
have painted any part of female society so
nearly to the life as six young matrons and
spinsters (we presume a sprinkling of both)
have painted themselves in a printed list of
Rules "to be observed by the Ladies'
Assembly in Derby." Unfortunately there is
no date to the printed laws of these Derby
Medes and Persians; but from the type,
language, and costume of the only copy
we have seen (most appropriately preserved
in the Derby Museum), we have no
hesitation in dating the precious production
about the year seventeen hundred and
fifty, when ladies were anxiously expecting
to see one of the few things they had
not seen —a coronation —a sight, however,
they were not destined to behold for a period
as long as the whole siege of Troy. Here
are the Rules:—

"Rules to be observed in the Ladies' Assembly in
                                 Derby.

"1. No Attorney's Clerk shall be admitted.

"2. No Shopkeeper or any of his or her family
shall be admitted except Mr. Franceys.

"3. No lady shall be allowed to dance in a long
white apron.

"4. All young Ladies in Mantuas shall pay two
shillings and sixpence.

"5. No Miss in a Coat shall dance without leave
of the Lady of the Assembly.

"6. Whoever shall transgress any of these rules
shall be turned out of the Assembly Room.

"Several of the above-mentioned Rules having
of late been broke through, they are now printed
by our order and signed by us the present Ladies
and Governors of the Assembly.

     "ANNE BARNES              BRIDGET BAILY,
     "DOROTHY EVERY,       R. FITZHERBERT
     "ELIZABETH EYRE,        HESTER MUNDY."

These six female commandments were
positive enough. Mark the early-stated hatred
to an attorney's clerk. Then observe the
dislike to shopkeepers, except that pet " Mr.
Franceys." Who was Francis? Not Junius
Francis; but some dear man-milliner who,
peradventure, went with Mrs. Francis twice
at least in the year by the Derby Dilly to
London and thence to Paris, and returned
with bonnet-boxes, and caps, and ribbons,
and head-dresses, and hoops, and Mechlin
lace, and wrought petticoats, and fans, and
other articles of female adornment not to be
had "except Mr. Franceys" had ventured
his neck in the Derby Dilly. This Mr.
Franceys must have been the Beau Nash
of Derby; the Brummell of the town at
which the Pretender turned tail. Will
no local antiquary disinter our fashionable
Francis? —possibly the Howell and James
of Derby in the year seventeen hundred
and fifty

"No lady shall be allowed to dance in a
long white apron." Only conceive a party at
Lady Jersey's with lady wallflowers nailed to
the wall in long white aprons. These long
white aprons must have looked neat and
clean —matronly withal —yet their wearers
were not suffered to dance, even on the