The infuriated ruffian drew his sword, and to defend his head from the blow, Andrew threw up his little hand and received a gash--the scar of which went with him to the tomb at the Hermitage. A Captain Walker, of South Carolina, with a dozen or twenty men, during the imprisonment of Andrew Jackson, made a desperate charge upon a company of the British, near Camden, and captured thirteen of them; these prisoners he exchanged for seven of his countrymen, including the boy Andrew Jackson, prisoners of the enemy. Andrew hurried home--his poor old mother was upon her death bed, attended by an old negro nurse of the Jackson family, and suffering not only from the great multitude of grief consequent upon the death of her heroic sons, but for want of the common necessaries of life, the invaders having stripped the widow of her last pound of provisions. The life-spark rekindled in the eye of the mother, as she beheld her darling boy safe at her bedside--she grasped his hand with the firmness of a dying woman, and turning her eyes upon the now weeping boy, said, "Andrew, I leave you,--son, you will soon be alone in the world; be faithful, be true to God and your country--that--when--the--hour of death approaches you--will have--nothing to--dread--every thing--to hope for." * * * * * Andrew was taken ill after the burial of his mother, and but for the constant and tender care of the old black nurse--the last of the Jackson family--would have then passed away; he recovered--he was alone--not a relative in the world; poor, and in a land ravaged by a foreign foe, could a boy be more desolate and lonely? With a few "effects" thrown upon his shoulders, he went to North Carolina, Salisbury, where he entered the office of a famed lawyer--Spruce M'Cay--was admitted to the bar in 1778--went to Tennessee--served as a soldier in the Indian wars of 1783--chosen a Senator 1797--Major General in 1801--whipped the British in the most conclusive manner at New Orleans in 1815, and triumphantly elected President of the United States for eight years in 1829. Andrew Jackson followed his mother's advice, and he not only triumphed over his hard fortune, but died a Christian, full of hope, in 1845. Snaking out Sturgeons. We have roared until our ribs fairly ached, at the relation of the following "item" on sturgeons, by a loquacious friend of ours:--