The Daily Dispatch

A Deserter.-Seamen, of all other laborers, seem to have the hardest lot to perform; yet notwithstanding this, there is no class of men who can compare with them in point of true, unalloyed benevolence-in deep-rooted sympathy for the distressed and the afflicted wherever found. Once on shore, and their hard-earned dimes flow free as the limpid stream down the rugged mountain side. Fight, fun and frolic-a short life and a merry one-seems to be their peculiar motto; but whenever true charity makes an appeal the last cent that Jack has, finds instantly a new owner, and his all goes with a "God bless you--I wish that it were more." Knowing these traits to exist in the breast of a sailor, we never see him in trouble, on shore, that we do not have our sympathies aroused in his behalf. Such was the case on Saturday last. Oliver Lasher, employed on the brig Gen. Foster, was found in the presence of the Mayor, and arraigned to answer to the charge of desertion. The Captain-a very gentlemanly fellow— had shipped Oliver on the 27th of May last to go East, and on reaching Portland, Oliver was so much pleased with his commander, that he re-shipped for a voyage to Calais and back to a Northern port, but on reaching Richmond, he became dissatisfied, had a difficulty with the mate, and deserted the vessel, for which he had been arrested. Capt. David H. Newbegin asked no more of his men than their duty-he always treated them kindly, and he expected obedience. The prisoner, however, complained that he had been beaten inhumanly by the mate, which caused him to leave his post, but that he was willing to go on board and perform his duty, if he could do so without being subjected to cruelty. He was a steward and cook, and had been punished for failing to assist in unloading the vessel to the neglect of his legitimate duties. The Mayor continued the case, to give him an opportunity for the examination of certain authorities which will no doubt aid in the formation of his opinion.