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Extract of a Novel that never will be
published By M iss
We had all assembled round the cheer
ful fire, that cracked and blazed in the
wide old'fashioned hearth. The labor
©f the day was over. My father, snugly
placedin his greateasy chair,with specta
cles on his nose, had been for some time
studying the last long winded and very
patriotic speech of our representative io
Congress, until his senses, gradually
yielding to its soothing eloquence, had
sunk into a calm slumber. —My mother
sat in the corner kniting with all her
might, and every now and then express*
ed her wonder,(for she always wondered,)
how Patsy Woods could marry such a
poor, good-for-nothing fellow as Henry
Pate. Sister was leaning with both el
bows on the table, devouring, as she term
ed,it the last most exquisite romance. ■ I uss
was squatted on mother’s cricket, licking
her paws with indefatigable industry; and
old Carlo, the pointer, lay grunting on
the hearth rug, sadly incommoded by the
heat of the fire, but much too lazy to
remove from before it. And where was
It Oh! there was another corner to the
fire place. In its extremes! nook sat
Cousin Caroline, and next to her, always
next to her, when I could get there, was
I. Now, this was what I call a right
comfortable family party, and not the
least comfortable of that party, was my
self. Cousin Caroline,dear, dear,Cous
in. Many a year has rolled over me
since the scene I describe; many a cold
blast of the world’s breath has blown on
my heart, and chilled, one by one, the
spring flowers of hope that grew there;
but the blossoms of love the nurtured,
were gathered into a garland to hang on
thy tomb, and the tears of memory have
preserved its freshness. Cousin Caro
line! she was the loveliest creature on
whom beauty ever set its seal. Reader,
my feeling towards her was not what is
called love, at least not what I have
since felt for another. My judgment of
her excellence was not biassed by passion
She was most beautiful —I cannot des
cribe her—
“Who lias not proved how feebly words
essay,
•'To fix one spark of beauty’s heavenly
ray.”
It were vain to talk of her "hyacin
thine curls,’ her ruby lips,” "her pearly
teeth,” "her gazelle eye.”—These, and
■ll the etceteras of description, define not
beauty. It belongs to the pencil, and
not to the pen, to give us a faint idea of
its living richness. But had your eyes
glanced round a crowded room, crowded
with beauty too, they would have rested
in amazement there—amazement that one
so lovely should be on earth, and breathe
among the creatuies of common clay. A
las! it could not be so, long. No, I did
not love her in manhood’s sense of love,
for, at the time I speak of, 1 was but 14
and Caroline was in her eighteenth year;
but I loved her, as all created things (hat
could love, loved her; from the highest to
lowest, she was the darling of the house
hold. The servants, indoorsand outdoors,
young and old, and the crosses! of the old
loved her; Nona so crabbed, h er smile
would not soften: none so stern, her mild"
ness would not subdue. Oh God! what
■ creatuje she was. I never saw Caro
line angry, though 1 have seen her repel
with dignity, intrusion or impertinence.
I never saw her cross; but this theme will
lead me too far, and pet haps the reader
thinks I might sum up my estimate of her
qualities in one word—perfection. Not
■o: but as near it, as the Creator ever suf
fered his creature to attain. Well, we
were sitting round the fire, in the manner
I have described Caroline was amusing
me with a description of the pleasures of
the town, for she had just returned from a
visit to a relation, residing in the city of
■, when the sound was heard of a
carriage coming up the avenue. What
■ bustle! Father bounced op, dropping
the paper and his spectacles. Mother
•topped wondering about Patsy Woods,
to wonder still more who this could be.
Pussy remained quiet,butCarlo prevailed
•npon himself to stretch and yawn, and
totter to the door, to satify his curiosity.
Sister looked up. Caroline looked down
and the sister looked at her archly,though
I could not tell why, and said, "go broth*
er Harry, ask the gentleman in.”
• "f'P’hy, do you know whois he my
dear, that is coming to see us, at this late
hour,”said my Father. It was but eight
o’clock. But remember, we were in the
Country I went out of the room, and did
not hear the answer. I was met at the
Hall door by a gentleman, whom I usher
edio. My Father accosted him, and was
very proud and happy to see Col. H—d-
He was then introduced to the members
of the family, and "this lady I think you
■re already acquinted ,” continued my
Father, as he presented cousin Caroline,
who had hung back. The Col. smiled,
Caroline blushed, but she smiled too.
What is all this about? thought I. "Come
•ir, be seated,” quoth my father. The
Col. bowed, thanked him, and placed
himself forthwith in my chair, right be
side Caroline. Now it is true Caroline
had two sides, and her left side was as
dear to me as her right; but then that side
was next to the wall, and she sal so near
to it, that there was no edging a chair in,
without incommoding her. So I was
fain to look out for other quarters, and
found them next to my mother; whence 1
looked the Col. right in the lace He was
not a handsome man, but a very noble
looking one. He was rather above the
common height, somewhat thin, but his
carriage very erect. His complexion Avas
dark but ruddy dark, the hue of health
and manliness; his forehead broad, so
so much, so as to make the lower part of
his visage appear contracted and rather
long. The expression of his features
when at rest, was stern, and even haugh
ty; pei haps from the habit of command,
for his had been a soldier’s life, and his
title was won in the battle field: but when
in conversation, there was an air of great
good nature over his whole countenance
and his smile was very winning. Cousin
Caroline thought it so.
“The road to your farm is rather intri
cate, my good sir,” said the Colonel as
he took his seat, “and though I had a
pretty good chart of the country.(here he
looked at Caroline and smiled one ol
those winning smiles,but Caroline did not
or would not see him.) I was so stupid
as to miss the way; for when I reached
the cross roads, instead of taking the right
I directed the servant to the lefi, and mo
ved on some time in the wrong direction,
without meeting a human being of whom
to enquire the way. At length I had the
good fortune to encounter a gentleman on
horseback, who corrected my er
ror, adding the satisfactory assurance;
that I had gone at least four miles in the
opposite direction to that which I desired
to go, so that though I set out betimes,
it was thus late before I reached here.”
“Well 1 wonder,” cried my mother.
“Then Colonel you must be sadly in
want of refreshment,” said my father.—
Mydear”—
“Not at all so my dear sir. I beg you
will give yourselves no trouble on my ac*
count—l assure you”—
‘•Set still Colonel, I beg of you,” in
terrupted my father, as the former rose
to urge his remonstrance. “Sit still, sir,
—trouble indeed—we’ll have supper di
rectly and i don’t care if I ibble a little
myself.”
So the Colonel gave up the contest,
but when he reseated himself, he perceiv.
ed Caroline was gone; she had slipped
out of the room with my mother. The
Colonel had a very nice supper that night,
and he did it justice. Who prepared it
think you? my mother? No,for she return
ed to the room in two minutes after
sheleft it. I knew who prepared it, and
so did the Colonel, or he made shrewd
guess, for when Caroline returned he gave
her a look that spoke volumes of thank
fulness, and of such exquisite fondness,
that it made the blood mount to her very
forehead
A week passed away, and Col. H. re
mained a constant guest at my father’s,
and though I could not but like and ad.
mire him, his conduct was a source of
great annoyance to me, for no sooner did
Caroline make her appearance in the
breakfast room in the morning, than he
posted himself next to her, and then they
took such long walks together, and would
spend so many hours in riding about the
country, and.'ihey never asked me to ac.
company them, so that Caroline had as
well have been in town again, for the op.
portunity I had of conversi g with her.
The result of all this is of course plain
to the reader, and it was soon formally
announced, that on the third day of the
succeeding month,Caroline was to become
the bride of the wealthy and gallant Col.
H -d,and accompany him forthwith to
his distant home, for his residence was
in the State of Georgia. I wept bitter
tears and sobbed as if my heart would
break, as I laid all lonely in my bed, that
night, on which this latter piece ofinielli-*
gence had been communicated by my fa
ther—until sleep, the comforter of the
wretched, extended to me the bliss of ob
livion. “Blessing on the man who inven'
ted sleep,” says friend Sancho—blessings
aye blessings, indeed on all bountiful na
ture,who,while she gives rest to the wea
ried body, bestows consolation on the
grieving heart; lulls into gentle calm (he
storm of the passion*, plucks from power
its ability, and even its wish to oppress,
and hushes in poverty, the sense of its
weakness and its degradation. My fate
has not been more adverse than that of
the generality of men, but, “take it all in
all,” the happiest portion of my existence
has been spent in sleep. Why did I weep?
The being whom 1 loved best on earth,
was about to bo wedded to the worthy
object of her choice, a choice that affec
tion sanctioned, and reason might well ap
prove; and even to my young observation,
it was apparent, that while she gave she
was enjoying happiness. There was
pleasure in the beaming of her sparkling
eyes, there was joy in the dimple rosy
smile. The very earth on which she
trod, seemed springing to her step, and
the air she beathed to be pure and balmy.
Could she be happy and I feel misreablel
and that misery growing too out of the
very source of her happiuess. Yes, even
so unmixed, so absorbing was selfishness.
My selfishness the selfishness of humanity;
for even the rest of my fellow men, so
was and so am I. I thought of the many
hours of delight I had enjoyed in her
presence, ol the thousand daily kindness
es I had experienced at her hand. She
’ alone was wont to partake of my youthful
‘ joys,to sympathize with my boyish griefs;
i it was her praise that urged me to exer.
i tion, the fear of her censure that restrain
t ed me from mischief. And all this was
. to pass away, and to pass with her pres
, ence too. Never more was my heart to
. drink in the sweet light of her eves; ne
r ver more would her soft voice’ breathe
3 its music in my ear. I felt that I dwelt
1 no longer in her thoughts, I believed my
very image would soon perish from her
memory. Such were the bitter thoughts
that weighed down my mind.
I go on spinning out thisportion of my
tale, no doubt very tediously, and my
readers will perhaps despair of mv evei
arriving at the end—but patience, I shall
get there bye and bye* “Bear with me
yet a little while,” It is that I shrink
from what I have undertaken to narrate,
that I wander into disgression. for what
ever effect it may have on others, whose
only interest in it will arise from momen
tary excitement, on me the fearful casual
ty I shall describe, has imposed “the
grief of years.” Many a pang has my
heart experienced in my pilgrimage
though this weary world, and some, griev
ous enough to sustain,time and occupation
however, have afforded their accustomed
remedy, and scars only are left to mark
where the wounds have been. But this,
though inflicted in boyhood’s springy
days, is fes'ering now, aye now, when the
very autumn of manhood is passed and the
winter of age is congealing the sources ol
feeling and of life.
The wedding day was drawing nigh.—
One little week remained of the appoint
ted time, and a joyous man no doubt was
Col. H as hour after hour winged its
flight, and each diminished the space that
lay betwixt him and his assured felicity.
Poor weak creatures that we are! whose
brief history is but a record of hope and
disappointment, ever deceived by the mi
rage of happiness that glit’ers afar in the
desert of life; and recedes from bes re ns,
as we pursue, till outworn we sink into
death, with our thirst unslaked, our de
sires ungratified. One little week re
mained. What matters the brevity of lime
when a moment is fraught with power to
destroy. Behold the gallant ship with
lightened cordage and outspread sails,
dashing from her prow the glittering
spray, as she dances on the leaping wave,
to the music of the breeze; cheerful fa
ces crowd het deck, for she is homeward
bound from a distant land; and now hei
port is almost reached, a hidden rock has
pierced her side, the eternal sea rolls over
the sunken wreck. The warriot has
charged and broken the fee— the shout of
victory rings in his ears, and fancy twines
the laurel round his brow, but treachery
lurks in his armed array, and he clarion
of conquest sounds the note of defeat.—
The mighty city with its thousand domes
its marble palaces and its crowded marts,
over which ages have urged their onward
flight and still it grew in wealth and strenght
has felt the earthquake’s shock. Black
mouldering ruins and a sJlen sulphurous
lake, are left io mark the spot where once
its “splendors shone” And the heart, the
human heart, with its high aspirations and
its treacherous whisperings of unmixed
joys, its blindness of trust in coming e
vents, its strange forgetfulness of the
hoursgone by, itssunny morning of bound
less hope, its stormy night of dark des
pair.
My father’s house was situated on an
elevated spot, comma..ding an extensive
view of the broad Potomac—from its
front, to the bank of the river, a distance
of some hundred yards, the ground de
scended in a gentle slope, terminating in
a sheer precipice, and down, down, a fear
ful depth below,” rolled on the rapM wa.
ters. The bank was composed ol vast
masses of rock, between the crevices of
which pushed forth gnarled and jagged
trees of various kinds, shooting their moss
covered branches in every direction, and
hugged in strict and stiffling embrace, by
huge vines, that looked like the monste.
Boas of a preadimate world. The sum
mit was lined with a dense growth of un
derwood, that hid from the passer by, the
awful chasm, upon whose very margin he
might be unconsciously standing. As the
main road, (which ran parellel to the
course of the river,) lay upwards of a mile
from the rear of the dwelling house, and
was besides being generally, in very bad
order, very uninteresting in its character,
we were in the habit of using, for the pur
pose of visiting some of our neighbours,a
path that ran along, dangerously near
to, the verge of the precipice, but which
had been travelled so long and so
often with out accident, that we had cea
sed to think of even the possibility of any
occurring- It was a bright sunshinny
morning, the blue sky studded with those
massy rolling clouds, whose purple shades
give such strong relief to the fleecy white,
and cheat the fancy into pourtraying a
thousand resemblances, ancient castle*
with frowning battlements; mighty ships
resting beneath their crowded canvas;
bright fairy isles, where a poet’s soul
would delight to wander; dark yawn
ing caverns, in whose undreamt
of depths the pent up spirit of
the damned might be "imagained howl
ing.” Pardon—pardon—but sea and
sky have set me raving. It was at the
breekfast table, that I informed my father
I would ride over to Aunt Diana’s and
see if they were all well. " The weathei
is so fine and I have not seen our good
Aunt for some time, I will ride with you,
that is if you’ll let me, Cousin Harry,”
said Caroline, as if it were not a delight
to me to have her company. The Col.
too proposed to join us and went to get
ourselves in readinesss. We were soon
on the road, and away we cantered full of
health and youth and spirits* The breeze
came fresh and soft from the surface of
the waters and played among Caroline’s
curls, and revelled on her cheek, as if to
gather the odorsjof the rose where its beau
teous hue was so richly spread.—We paid
our visit, partook of Aunt Diana’s good
things, and set off on our return, amid
her protestations against our hurry. Car»
oline was riding on a nice little mare that
had been bied on the Farm, and had
always been the pet of the family as gen
tle and as playful as a lamb, but at the
same time, full of spirit. We had arrived
at a part of the road where the precipice
(now on our right hand) was highest. I
was in front Caroline next to and benind
me; a hare crossed my path; 'take care
my boy” cried Col H "that, you know is
said to be a bad omen.” Scarcely had he
spoken, when my horse started and wheel
ed short round; the mare partook of his
fright, swerved half to the left, and rear
ed bolt upright. “Slack your rein, and
seize the mane, Caroline,” I set earned
in agony. It was too late,the mare strug
gledand (ell backwaids. OhGodlOn God!
a shriek, a rushing sound.
1 entered ihe chamber, where inno
cence and beauty had been -wont to re
pose; around me were the trapping of the
grave: the cold, white curtains with their
black crape knots, the shruuded mirror,
scattered hetbs; streched upon the bed
motionless, lay a form: the form of her,
whose living excellence was unsurpassed
My father came in. he took my hand led
me to the bed, and gently removed the
sheet Pom the marble face. Oh death,
thou art indeed a conqueror.
Mr. FORSYTH said, the references
made to him by his friend from Louisiana,
at his side, gave him a fair occasion, fut
which he had been anxiously looking for
several days, to correct an error he had
committed about a fortnight since.
Speaking of the condition of the mo
ney mar«et of Augusta, Georgia, he had
spoken of the prices of stock and produ
ce as at their usual rate, and had metr
tioned that the Bank of Augusta, with a
capital o‘ 600,000 dollars,having been au
■ horizedto doubleit,ha dsold the ex ra -lock
at a profit oftwenty percent. Mr. F. had no
information contradictory of this state
ment, except as to the last particular
The Bank had authority to double its
capital, but had made no effort to do so.
He had been misled by an account of the
sales at auction of a portion of the stock
of that bank at that rate of advance, and
supposed it tn be the whole additional
stock of the bank, which was sold a>
twenty per cent, premium. It still bore
that premium, according to the last pri
ces current of the city; but no such sale of
double the capital slock had occurred.
In speaking of the condition of the
Southern States he had not intended to
embrace New Orleans: that State is so
identified with the West, that we speak
of it as western or southwestern. From
the character of the business of that citv,
no doubt the pressure theie wes great. It
was done extensively on credit and by
exchanges. These being deranged, ne
cessarily effected the business of the city.
Mr. F. wished to G<»d he had the power
io relieve the distress; it would not be of
of long continuance if he had; yet he could
not but hope it was exaggerated. One
statement in the memorial gave grounds
for this hope in estimating the loss sus
tamed by the pressure, the memorial, af
ter establishing,no d*>ubl fairly as the sig
ners of it believed, that it amounted to
eight dollars per bale of cotton, they cal.
culatethe lossat $4,00,000 —five hundiei
thousand bales being the estimate of the
whole crop of cotton of the States of
Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama, and
Tennessee; and here it must be obvious
that this calculation is inaccurate. The
loss can fall only on the cotton yet in the
mWket on this side the Atlantic. That
which was shipped before January last,
certainly cannot be properly taken into
the calculation. What portion of the
crop of the States mentioned had been
shipped before January, he could not tell,
but this he know, from the ports ol Char*
leston, Savannah, and New Orleans, be
tween sixty and seventy thousand bales
of cotton had been shipped, on the last
quarter of trie past year, more than there
had been during the same period of the
preceding year. How it was elsewhere,
Mr. F. could not say. In Georgia, the
the planters, stimulated by the good pri
ces with which the market opened, had
hurried their produce into market, an
oparation iu which they had been favored
by an unusually fine season. The largei
part of their crops being sold early, at
good prices, comparatively, they were
now easy iu their money manors, and
were holding the residue of their crops,
with a reasonable hope of better prices in
a short time.
Having corrected his own errors, he
might be pardoned for adverting to those
of others. In the course of discussion,
some time since, the Senator from Mary
land, (Mr. Chambers,) now in his seat,
and the Senator from Maine over the
may, (Mr. Sprague,) had spoken of the
draw for specie made on the Branch
Bank of the (J. S. at Savannah, and had
supposed it to be connected with a plan
in connexion with the Government to in
jure the credit of the Bank of ihe U. S.
or else as a scheme to reduce the price
of the stocks in order to enable the house
in New York, who was supposed to have
made large contracts for delivery at a
coming day, to comply with those con
tracts at a profitable rate. What occur
red in this chamber, being, as usual, very
roughly reported, had attracted the atten
tion of the house in Augusta, by whom
the specie had been drawn at Savannah
—and he begged permission, in justice to
them, to read a letter just received, ad
dressed to his colleague (Mr. King and
himself.
"At this time of general excitmeot in
the community of money affairs, it is a
matter of no small regret to us, o see oor
names thrust before the public, coupled
with a transaction, in itself a * fair busi
nets transaction' but misrepresented and
distorted into every and any shape, to
suit the views of partisans. We allude
to the draw of specie made by us on the
Uni'ed States Branch Bank in Savannah
in November last. The simple and in
controvertable facts are these: The act
of our Legislature prohibiting the circu
lation of all notes under the denomina
tion of fives, went into operation early in
the Fall. The sudden withdrawal of
over 600,000 dollars of small notes, creat
ed a vacuum in our circulation, which had
to be supplied, in a great measure, by
specie, instanter. You are well aware
that we have large operations in specie,
and perhaps know, that we have, for years
past, been in the habit of contracting with
Banks to supply them. In this instance
we were applied to for specie by no less
than nine different Banks in the space of
eight or ten days. We in ide such con*
tracts to deliver to these Banks the amount
they wanted, as we deemed to onr inter
est. We then contracted with Mr. G.
B. Lamar, for the freight of the specie
from Savannah to Augusta. All this was
done before a dollar of specie was drawn.
“When we drew the specie we did not
“offer the Bank to lake a check on the
North in lieu of the silver.” Neitheir
did we ask the Bank or Cashier ‘to per
mit us to make a special deposite of the
specie.’ The Bank bad not silver enough
to pay the whole amount, ($334,000,)and
begged our clerk to wait until they could
send and get SIO,OOO fr«tn one of the
local Banks, and he did wait. The sep
cie wss delivered by us to nine diffetent
Banks in this State, except 27,700 Span
ish dollars, which, being worth three or
four p"t cent, premium at that time in
New York, was shipped to our house at
that place. Eve.ry dollar employed in
the draw was onr own. The operation
was entirely and exclusive our own. Our
New York house knew nothing of the
transaction, until it was all over. N<>t
one dollar of the notes with which the
d f aw was made was sent Io us from New
York, or any other place out of t he State
We have never had the first word of cor
respondence with the Executive, the Go
vernment, orany person in employ of Go
vernment, relative to the U. S. B nk, the
draw in question, or any thing connected
with it. The only correspondence we
ever had with any person connected with
the G vernment, was with the Assistant
Postmaster General, and that on business
relating to that Department exclusively.
Such a thing as political effect was neve
intended or thought of by us.”
The Senate hid now information
about that strangely represented transac
tion, from the fountain head. Mr. F. hop
ed Senators who had made represeniations
or received inpressions, at variance with
the statement made, would be satisfied
that they had been misled.
The memorial, presented by Mr. Wag
gaman, was then read and referred.
WASHINGTON, MARCH 21.
Congress.— In the Senate, yesterday, the
proposi'ion offered by Mr. Webster, to
continue for six years longer, the charter
of ihe Bank of the United States, was
taken up and considered.
Mr. Wright argued at length the un-
Constitutionality of any national bank;
explained and commended the present
New York banking sys em; represented
two-thirds of the stuck in those banks as
belonging to the friends of Mr. Webster,
by whom, and by the other stockholders,
two out of the three Bank Commission.,
ers were chosen, and that moneyed men
in Ne w York were mostly, and must
strongly, the advocates of the present
bank, where it is,declared his belief that
Virginia, as he thought Mr. Leigh had
said she might, would not vote for what
she deemed an unconstitutional bank; and
insisted that the present executive system,
which he called the system of the law,
even if it were bad,was the best that could
be constitutionally adopted.
Messrs. Webster and Leigh replied
Mr. W. icpeated, that gentlemen who
were so terrified at the danger of $35,-
000,000 of combined capital destroying
the liberties of the whole country, were
not at all afraid of a s.milar effect of a
combined capital us $33,000,000, within
the small extent of New-York; disclaim
ed the right of any persons, who chose
to do so, to call themselves his friend.-*;
insisted that all the complaints, and alt
the requests for a United States’ Bank,
came from acive business, and not from
moneyed men; urged the necessity of a
bank,from the experience olali past lime;
and entered, to some extent, into the
general merits of the question.
Mr. Leigh noticed the almost entire
misapprehension of his views; repeated
what he had said, that he and Virginia,
as he thought, would prefer a bank, as
much more constitutional and expedient
than another bank, on the New York or
Executive plan, (which last he could on
ly conjecture,) than the present execu
live arid lawless system, so oppressive in
its origin, and dangerous io prospect, and
then an almost certain dissolution <>t the
Union. He, and as he believed, Vitgin*
ia, if they could not entirely sustain the
Constitution and laws, would come a
near it as they could.
On motion of Mr. Calhoun and before
the deb te was concluded, the Senate ad
journed.
In the House of Representatives, bills
were reported as usual, and referred to
their appropriate committees, after a first
and second reading. Mr. Mardis’ reso
lution next came up; and until the close
of the hour, Mr. Borges spoke upon the
subject of the withdrawal of the public
deposhes from the Bank of the United
States. Mr. B. has not concluded his
remarks.
The question, under a different aspect,
was further discussed in the House, upon
the amendment submitted by Mr. Wilde,
in relation to the report of the Committee
of Ways and Means. Mr. Pinckney ad’
dressed the House for about two hours;
when, on motion of Mr. Gilmer,of Geor
gia, an adjournment took place.
When I see leaves drop from the trees
in the beginning of Autumn, —just such
thinks I, is the friendship of the world.—
While the sap of maintenance lasts, my
friends swarm in abundance, but in the
winter of my need they leave me naked.
He is a happy man that hath a true friend
in his need—but he is more truly happy
that hath no need of his friend.
Never wash muslins, or any kind of
white cotton goods with linen; for the lat
ter deposites or discharges a gun or col
ouring matter every time it is washed
which discolours and dyes the cotton.—
Wash them by themselves.
Crockett Outdone.—A Mr. Lane,
of Indiana, has lately made a speech in
Congress, on the ueposit question. A
correspondent of the New Hampshire
Patriot, says, “He had a voice like thun
der, and there was do necessity of report"
ing his speech, for the benefit of his con
stituents as they must have heard it in
I ndiana.”
Now we like this, and hope the new
method will become fashionable. When
a man in Congress, or in the Slate Leg
islatures, has nothing to say to the bodies
of which he may be a member, but only
wishes to say something handsome to his
constitutents, it is muehjbetter to talk lend
enough to be heard at home, than to speak
so low that no one can hear, or not to
speak at all; and then write out a speech
of a number of columns in length. The
new method would be sublime,coming as
it would upon the ear, like a thunder
storm in winter. The old method ren
ders the newspapers vastly too uninterest
ing for common readers.— Pa. Intel.
DEAD IN THE DITCH.
The
Renowned "Atticus;”
The Champion of the Constitution—
The' Bully”of State Rights an<i“Staleßrmedie», n
Lies dead "in the [.act ditch."
He has thrown his last summerset.
Induced to make a grand
And splendid efl'ort
For the special
Amuiemrnt
Os President Biddle—
In preparing for the leap he “dollied;"
And at his highest altitude,
Unfortunately he "doubted "
His nerves forsook him.
And down he came,
Head over heels,
Into
Ibe bottom of the great Ditch,
Whicn lies between
State rights and
Consolidation;
From
The violence of which.
He survived just long
Enough to make
The following
Confession
Os his
Sins.
(MR. CLAYTON, OF GEORGIA.)
Mr. Clayton, of Georgia, in a recent
speech in the House of Representatives,
thus concluded his remarks.— Standard
of Union.
Mr. S( earker, this is the first fair op
portunity that has presented itself to
make satisfaction for wrongs which 1 be
lieve I my«e|f have committed, not from
malice, for I entertain that passion against
no human being,but from an overwrought
and incautious zeal. In my opposition
to the Bank, on a former occasion,! have
carefully reviewed tny remarks, and find
reflections which are unworthy of me and
the cause thev were designed to support.
They were calculated to mound the feel
ings <>f many high and honorable men in
and out of the Bank; and,if such has been
the effect, I can offer no higher repara
tion than he public expression of n.y re
gret. I retract every thing personal,
either in fact or tendency,and rejoice that
when I have done a wrong my sense of
justice inclines me to redress if; neither a
dictate of false pride, nor a dread of even
deserved reproach, shall ever interpose
between the injury of which I have been
the unguarded cause, and the due retri
bution necessary to its full attonement.
I do not pretend that this is a sentiment
peculiar to myself; it exists in every mind
to some extent, and, sooner or later is
apt tn exert its just control. Sir, the day
may yet come when the present Chief
Magistrate shall feel and own its sway.
When h? shall have reached the repose
of private life, removed from the tempests
of political strife—when he shall have
ceased to be useful to flatterers and syco
phants, and standing upon that critical
confine where the time past of a long
life is to be reviewed in the short span of
that which is soon to end—if no other
wrong of which he has been the author
shall extort its merited confession, that at
least of the injured Duane will wring ■
repentant 'sigh. His imagination must
wander into the innocent family nf this
abused individual, from whose quiet bo
som he was reluctantly wiihdrawn, and,
after surveying the peace which he . has
disturbed, the feelings he has tortured,
the friendship with which he has sported,
the integrity he has distrusted, the inde.
pondence he has despised, and, above all,
ihat spotless reputation his minions have
attempted to defame—if his heart shall
not obey the dictates of the generous sen
timent I have deset ibed, it will be want
ing. greatly wanting, in a principle with
which even his fame of battle cannot
compare, and will justly reduce P e glory
of his military fortunes to an empty pa
geant.
A highwayman named Bollaad, confin
ed in Newgate.sent fora solicitor to know
how, and in what manner he could defer
his trial; and was answered, “by getting
an apotnecary to make affidavit of his il
ness.”—This was accordingly done in
the following manner: "The deponent
verily believes, that if the same James
Bolland is obliged to take his trial at the
ensuing sessions, he will be in imminent
danger of his life.* To which the learn
ed Judge on the bench answered, "that
he verily believed so too!’*
PREJUDICE.
The following forcible and beautiful de
lineation of prejudice, is ascribed by
Hugh Worthington, a late English de
vine, to the celebrated Dr. Price:
‘Prejudice may be compared to a mist,
ly morning in Octo er, a man g«es forth
to an e oinence, and he sees at the sum
mit of a neighbouring hill, a figure appar
ently <»f gigantick stature,for such the im
perfect medium through which he is view,
ed would make him appear; he goes for
ward a few steps,and the figure advances
towards him; his size lessens as they ap
proach; they draw still nearer—and the
extraordinary appearance is gradually,but
sensibly diminishing; at last they meet—
