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THE POET’S CORNER.
For the Georgia Citizen.
llonry Clay.
He rest, from lus labors ; hi* spirit has fled J
And ike *w of Ws life has sunk to its bed ;
Aid *e twice of grief which nought can allay,
(i deploring the deads of the patriot, Clay.
The flag of ear station n-uw flies at half-mast,
Aad the restwe-s of laoarstag around it arc cast,
And the slow tolling Wllw itid the loud booming gun,
Remind os that death a victory ha* won,
Ortr one whom Columbia wished Uig to stay,
The gifted and eloquent patriot, Clay.
He mourn the bereavement, fee be was as true,
Aod steadfast in purpose as men ever knew,
At) the friends of his country, hi peace or in war;
Aad in councils the guiding and transcending star.
No threat* could deter him, when battling for right;
So glown could enshroud his spirit's proud light;
So gold or no faction could lead him astray,
And be died as he lived —the patriot Clay.
A hero, a statesman, a Christian, a friend,
Whose worth and whose virtues were bright to the end.
llitongue was not nilent wliqji the foes of our land,
Eiroteto ucattcr abroad disunion’s drear brand,
Bathe faced the nmd foe, as a bravo spirit would,
And earned them to harm not the pillar* which stood
As monuments great of the treasure and blood,
Oar ((.re-fathers spent in a cause loved and good ;
[And lie saw ere he died, that his labors were blest,
put his country was tranquil and peace was her guc-st.
[And he felt that his works, when he was no more,
H odd wield a good influence his wide country o'er.
T ie pages of History his deeds will record,
And hi* enemies now, due justice award ;
AnJ ‘ere a full score of years pass away
Ksrmen will impugn the motives of Clay.
But the tongues of all freemen will -peak in warm praise
h: "bodevoted his talents and days,
In service unceasing, that his country might be,
The model of nations and home for the free, —
r ns,;on Bull worthy of its chief, Washington
A nation the greatest ‘neath the light of the sun.
Though hi* country ne’er gave him her honor most high
They will weep their unkindness and mournfully sigh
-r their fully— 0 f <J a ys past, and deeply deplore,
• the patriot, by their aid, was not honored more.
l! ead ’ a nd he rests within the earth’s breatt,
of honor,, full 0 f •ars, by bis countrymen blest;
•sod hi* name will exist and oblivion defy,
‘’ : h * P roud r k rwist. the billow and’sky,
■ fume will o'er live in this and each clime,
r, lln 8 an d dazzling, through all coming time.
8.
From the N. O. Crescent.
The Scotl Rangers.
•. I gallant and spirited body, known
p ,jr s as The W hig Rangers,’’ met. The inat
su 6 t before the Club referred to the nomination
Pr_ ■, U Bnd a* the Whig candidates for the
*ero o i* 3n Presidency. Both nominations
I, * uk.Ast.cally received aud heartily approved,
in- can't il ‘ * ProCeed,n g s <* the evening, the follow
iicaiiy :;r s :^ e was T ated * anj en,hu
wi|k. l . e ’.„ At em again!” was chorussed
•W*. i’i ‘'" d ” ai ri “S “l'™ ‘lie car. of ur
the breeze Tv, ° Ut ’ lh * ir batlle cr >’ *“ u P on
the aamo, or c * banner ' s fa rly emblazoned with
of Scott and Gxamam.
OLD “LUNDY’S LANE.”
At*—“Carry me back,” etc.
Uing °ut! Flingout!
>llh wng and shout
T ANARUS, banner* from the wall :
The Old Hero,
Mexico,
Weives hi* country’s call!
, t,l0 “*and times,
ln ,na ny climes,
Has victory graced his brow ;
, kall we fall back,
lo this attack,
And leave hi* colors now 1
Af
At em again,
Old ‘Lundy’s Lane,’
Brora Maine to Georgia’s shore,
Our battle erv
Is ‘do or die.
Bor Union, evermore!
Locos grin,
And think they’ll win,
Bty shouting ‘feathers and fuss!’
*7’~they ,ay,
‘" ao t win the day,
In a Presidential muss !
Lundy’s Lane,
’Tis very plain,
Can well afford to smile,
When such small game
Attack his fame,
Why don’t they size his pile ?
Chorus —At ’em again, etc.
Chapultepec,
Without a speck,
Flings up against the skies :
The flag we raise,
With songs of praise,
1 Union and Compromise .”
The South will stand,
A steady band,
With North, and East, and West;
Now Locos, pray
I>o fire away,
We’re charging, all abreast!
Chorus —At ’em again, etc.
IH ISCE LL AN Y._
“Ireland and the Irish.”
To-day, we are enabled to give another letter
from the farmer, Terry Driscoll, of Stoneybat
ter, addressed to his friend Mr. O’Donohoe, of
St. Giles, London. It is of the date of the 13th
ult. and contains Royal birth days on the dou
ble ; Heavy wet and hearty endurance of it;
Ihe l’rayties once more; France showing off;
The Fortunes of war, etc.
When I had some claim to bein’ a chap o’
tindher years, lhady, and was engaged in that
mighty interestin’ pastime, the ‘purshoot o’
knowledge under difficulties,’ at Misther Hayes’
simminary, in the parish o’ Feakle, I recollect
some of us used tosthrive to astonish the weak
minds o’ the youngsthers, by lettin’ on to prove
that Good Friday occasionally fell upon Monday.
Twas a childish joke, to be sure, and about
as old as the flood; as for people’s edducation
before tbat overplus of moistliure, I’m thinkin’
’twas on a more limited scale than their cloth
in’ itself, liut the reason I’m drawin’ down the
subject at all is, I’m so fairly puzzled at the no
tion of her Majesty—God be good to her every
hour in the year, for the pother o’ that—havin’
two birth-days; the great cabinet dinner and
sham battle one to-day, and real, royal, substan
tial, justifiable one on the 24th ! St. Pathrick,
as Sam Lover could tell you, was in a similar
predicament, till his privj council of chaplains
met the unanimous call o’ the country, be com
binin’the dates, and namin’the 17th o’ March
for the embellishmeut o’ hat bands.
Any bow, a decent mustber o’ the Queen’s
lieges took a dhrop they didn’t bargain for, in
honor o’ the artificial birth day, this blessed
afthernoon.
There was no occasion for the farmers to
sav ‘more power,’ when the rain commineed,
for it poured away as if there was a huge pic
nic iu the Phaynix ; and, signs on, countesses
and country people, tbroops and thrampers —
every body, in short, from the Lord Liutenant
himself, to the light-fingered lads that dip into
other people's pockets, iust for Curiosity sake,
lost all taste for the rural beauties of the Park,
and the martial smell o’ gunpowder, pelted away
to the unromantic but salubrious shelter o’ the
slates.
People that study the wholesome, ‘ll laugh
at me of course, and those that live by dispin
in’ cough mixthures and gargles for the throat
’ll be proud to make my acquaintance; but, on
the word of a jintleman, in second-hand habili
ments—and who, signs by, is not afraid to look
a tailor in the face, I got wettin’ coming from
a friend’s house convanient to Donnvbrook, last
night, that id satiat a family o’young ducks ;
and I was proud on it! Every dhrop that stole
a march down the back o’ my neck, or became
pendant for a moment on the point o’ my nose,
set me thinkin’ o’ the power o’ binnifit the soil
was resavin’! That’s what you may call fillan
thropy of a fa-?t patthern—one able to bear
washin’ any bow, and that enabled a man to
take a soakin’ with a satisfaction —
Long to rain over us,
God save the Queen,
says I, as I dhropt into Bill Nagle’s for a taste
o’ iefrishmint,and left a mark like a shadow bath
on the flurc, w hen I flourished the ould hat to
take the dhrop off it.
Well, glory be to God, if the sayson keeps
on this promisin’ tack, the early praetees, then
precious plums, aud the like o’such fruit never
grew in all Injia, or out of it— 11 come to ma
th urity in a hand gallop, and then spades ’ll be
thrumpsin the great game o’ diggin.’ Ah, af
ther all Thady, the Murphys is the red cheese;
they’ve been a sickly family, to be sure, for a
long spell; but ‘there’s a good time coming;’
a pleasant jewplicate o’ the days gone by, when,
as you and I well know, mauy a rattlin’ fine
fellow, well able to box his corner, could boast
that the first bread he erer put a tooth in was
a praetee.
Bur, talkin’ o’ reviews, wasn’t that tearin’ di
varshin’— that shupayrior milithary spectacle
at Paris ? When Nelson tould George the Third
that the French might come, but it shouldn’t
be by wather, he well knew the value of‘hearts
of oak,’ avo bedad, also of thim natural barriers
that row f bethune the two counthries—the fine,
bowld, boilin’ waves, that sometimes upset a
big ship, and oftentimes a weak stomach, and
every one of ’em having a collyflower o’ froth
on the top of it, by way of a head dhress.
Erra, only just picthure to yourself them
600,000 Frinchmiu, that wor schreechiu’ (ac
cording to ordhers, I suppose,) for the President
of that grand review; marchin’ on the high
road to London, an’ nothin’ to stop ’em, if Mis
ther Cobden had bis own way ; but the Peace
Preservation Society, carryin’ flags o’ truce, and
pamphlets on the beauty o’ unyversal concord,
and enthreating the warlike inthrudhers, for
pity’s sake, to go back, like the people ordher
ed for execution, to the place from whence they
came. . .
I was ever and always of opinion—and I
wouldn’t scruple, to-morrow, to say it before
‘the Juke’and the assembled Horse Guards
that the best way to keep off a tbattonn march
is to show that yer able and willin’, if occasion
requires, to row! iuto it. I never seen a school
boy yet, with his fist always at hand when the
call came, that didn’t get ou peaceably, without
bein’ at the trouble of givin’ lectures on ‘arterial
dhrainage’ at the expense of other people’s no
ses. or having his own eyes measured for a shoot
o’ mournin.’
Depend upon it, the 6amo reasonin’ hould
good on a more extensive scale. What id be
regarded as a plentiful scarcity o’ principle in
dealing betune indyviduals, is only a masterly
sthroke o’ policy, where kingdoms are consarn
ed—leavin’ nothin’ for it but to follow the ad
vice of the old Spanish proverb—
‘Keep your door looked and your neighbor hone*t.’
But wasn’t that an ill-conditioned, unruly
beast, that English officer’s horse, that spilt him
at the same grand spectacle, and then upset a
pair o’ priests, no less, singlin’ ’em out o’ the
MACON, GEORGIA, SATURDAY MORNING, JULY 2475511
ociens o’ spectathors, sv sagacious as if it had
its own strong notions of Protestant ascendan
cy, and would rather be kickin’ a cardinal than
rowlin’ his nose in the best o’ oats.
I wouldn’t wondber at all, if there was a de
claration of war on the bead of it; only I sus
pect, myself, there’s not the same vinneration
lor the clargy in thim parts that we show in Ire
land. The fact is, the Frinch chiefly diet them
sielves on vegetables, and figs, ehape wine, coor
tin and dancin’—and the world knows that’s a
spaychies o’nourishment that produces frivolity
and flatulincy (savin’ your presence,) besides
unfittin’ people for sayrious meddytations.
Who did I meet to-day, matin’ an umbrel
la o’ the entrance to Crampton Court, but our
ould friend Paddy Burke o’ Tuam, nod he tould
me he had a letther by this mornin’s post from
his brother Mick’s little boy, that’s in a shop
there, and niintioned havin’ served Docthor
Macllale with a quire a’ the best fools cap, not
an hour before, so yon may depend upon it,
either Lord Derby or Misther Spooner ’ll ketch
grief in the‘Freeman,’before they’re four and
twenty hours ouldher, for praysumin’ to talk
o’ Maynooth and filthy lucre in the same breath,
when ’tis well known that every penny piece
o’ the British grant undhergoes purification af
ther it arrives, beforo the professors ’ll conde
scend to handle it ?
Bad manners to it for goold, what throuble
and intricacies it produces in people’s minds. —
Some gainin’ honor and position by it, and more
disgrace and danger. Don’t I remember, my
self, two pensioners, Reid and Cassidy, at New
market, tbat wor at the sack and damagin’ o’
the town o’ Washington, during the American
war, when the British officers eat the victuals
cooked for the President, and all his plate and
valuables lying about. Well, anordherwas
given to respect private property, but somehow
or other, silver spoons and dhrinkin’ cups wor
put up in mistake in knapsacks instead o’ the
panthry, and the end of it was, that one o’ the
prisoners tnintioned got twelve pounds for his
share of what he stole, while the other resaved
a hundred lashesfor only findiri a sugar bowl!
If that wasn’t the fortune o’ war it’s a pity.
Tho’ the cowld in the head’s sticking to me
still, and I’d hardly know the difference betune
snuff and saw dust, if I was at your elbow at the
present writin’, there’d be wigs on the green
or we’d bo regalin’ our noseses over the airy
railing of somo o’ tho cabinet ministhers, that
are dispinsin’ a wholesome flavor from their
kitchen ranges in honor o’ the Queen’s birth
day.
Popping the Question.—An old bachelor,
who says ‘he knows,’gives the following advice
to a young friend :
‘Now, gentlemen, this going a courting is
nothing to be afraid of, if, like me, one under
stands bow to do it. I don’t mean to boast,
but, the fact was, in my young days I was up to
a thing or two. In the first place give out you
are a marrying man. It will smooth difficulties
wonderfully. Brothers will invite you to din
ner-*-main mas ask- t livir daubter.to sing your
favorite songs—your opinion will be asked on
all points, and if the family have a country seat,
vou can go there every Saturday night, and
stay till Monday, the summer through, without
spending a sixpence. You’ve no idea, sir, what
an easy thing lore-making becomes under such
circumstances. A walk by moonlight; a chance
meeting, at early morning, in the garden ; or a
summer afternoon together in the alcove does
the business. To tell the truth, I never came
so near going on a voyage as when I spent a
week in the country with a bridesmaid I had
waited on ; there was a perfect paradise. There
we used to sit, and one day, if it had’nt been
that the old gentleman woke from his nap and
threw up the parlor window just as I got his
daughter’s hand in mine, the question would
have popped itself.
‘You stare, but I repeat, it would have pop
ped itself. The fact is, between ourselves, these
things become astonishingly natural,and after all
quite as if one was brought up to them from a
child. Don’t trouble yourself about how you
look, or what you shall say ; the best thing you
can do is not to think of the matter at all, but
make a plunge at once, and then the business
is soon over. There are a thousand ways to pop
the question, as there a thousand ways to make
love. Some do it with easy impudence ; some
choke for words and stick fast; some deliver a
set speech and look for a clean spot on the car
pet to go on their knees ; and some glide into
it gradually like a hawk narrowing hi- gyrations
before he stoops, the poor girl sitting beside him
him all the time, her heart fluttering in her bod
ice like a frightened bird. I’ve heard of one
or two poor sinners who popped the question in
the street. There's only one way more certain
to insure a refusal, and that is to propose by
letter. A woman, let her love you as blio will,
is always frightened wheD she comes seriously
to think of leaving her parents to trust her all
to an entire stranger, and if you give her time
to think of these matters coolly, ten to one she'll
give you a denial. I’m an old man, and have
seen the world, and let mo tell you, the girl
who would yield in tears ou a moonlight even
ing, would write a civil refusal or equivocal an
swer the next morning after breakfast. And
then what a fool a lover makes of himself on
paper. I read some letters the other day ; ye
Gods forgive me for writing such.
Good Manners. There are few things which
are sooner observed in children aud young per
sons than their manners. A passenger takes
his seat in a railroad car, or in the saloon of a
steamboat, and finds several children about him.
Some of them are noisy and rude. The per
•ous who are incommoded may not complain.
They may very kindly say, ‘Oh, they arechil
dren —let them enjoy themselves,’ but just look
a moment at their conduct.
The rude children are forming a sort of pri
son with chairs put together for the purpose.
At length they come to one which a feeble lady
is using. She is resting her feet on the round
of it. They see how it is used, and instead of
saying, ‘Excuse us, ma'm, we did not see that
you had your feet on it,’ they say loudly, and
with a whimper, ‘Oho, now, your feet are on it,
and we want it.’ Can any body fail to see that
these are very rude and inconsiderate children?
A little girl sees a stranger enter her mother s
parlor. She has seen the lady at a neighbor’s
house. Instead of running and hiding herself
in a corner, or putting her finger in her mouth,
or covering it to suppress a rude laugh, she very
properly aud modestly introduces the lady to
her mother. The lady is most favorably im
pressed by this evidence of good manners, and
the little girl is remembered by her, with inter
est. for many years.
We hope all our young friends will under
stand that good manners will obtain a thousand
friends, where letters of recommendation and
certificates of good conduct will make but little
if any, impression.
Experience of a Farmer who began the
World without ore cent.— A letter writer in
the Tribune at Newtown, N. Y. t tells tho fol
lowing experiences of a thriving and wealthy
farmer who was one of the early settlers of New
York State:
Jonathan Rowley, of Camilous, (now El
bridge,) Onondaga coaaty, N. Y. who is still liv
ing, or was two year* since, informed me that
he purchased his farm of a capitalist in Albany,
but fifty years ago, on a credit of six years, at
$3 an acre; that in the winter he engaged a
farmer, who had been down with a load of
wheat, to take himself, wife and child back to
Elbridge for $6 50, where he worked for their
board until spring. He then hired a house, put
his bed, wife awj into it, took his axe,
handsaw and auger in his hands, and started
early in the morning for his future home and
cut his way three miles through the wood, felled
basswood trees, such as ho and his wife could
handle, built him ashauty and got it done before
six o’clock P. M. He then took his auger, went
to the stump of the first tree he felled, bored a
hole in the top, took from his pocket the last
sixpence ho had in the world, dropped it in,
made a plug, drove that in the hole, ‘and that
is the last I have ever seen of it,’ 9aid he.
In answer to my inquiry why he disposed of
his last cent in that manner, he replied—‘l knew
I had to depend on my hands, and I had so lit
tle I was determined to begin without a cent.
In the spring,’ ho continued, ‘I and my wife
cleared off two acres, and planted it with corn.
My wife would nurse the child, wrap it up and
place it in the crotch of the roots of a large
tree, and pile and burn the brush. During har
vesting I worked for old Judge Munro for wheat
to eat. I carried it to Skaneateles, nine miles,
on ray back to mill. I carried one and a half
bushels at a time, and it took a day. The sec
ond year I used up my corn before my wheat
came in, and I went again to the Judge and
agreed to chop one acre for him, and he advanc
ed to me a bushel and a half of corn. I had
nothing to eat while doing it but johnycake and
maple sugar. I took in niy pocket some large
lumps of rock salt which I occasionally held in
my mouth ; that made me drink freely, and kept
the water from injuring me, and assisted in sat
isfying nature. My two acres of wheat came in
good, but my pantaloons were worn out, and I
had to part with twenty bushels, at 2s. 6d. a
bushel, to get anew pair. My wife was better
clad and did not need any addition yet. The
third year I had three acres of wheat and one
of corn. I bought a cow and one hog, and I
have never wanted a bushel of grain or a pound
of pork since. I also built me a good log cabin
tho third year. I have raised a large family of
boys and girls, and we h.ve alwjw had a plen
ty of everything. But it was hard work to pay
for my land, as wheat was only worth about 32
cents a bushel. The last payment 1 made I got
40 cents a bushel for it at my barn.’
‘But,’ said I. ‘Uncle Rowley, how did you
enjoy yourself when you were living on corn
cakes and inaple sugar?’
He replied by a slap on the shoulder, and
said, ‘I assure you, my young friend, those were
the happiest day* of my life. NYe real’y took
comfort then.’
Resources of Arkansas. —The State con
tains 52,000 square miles, one-fourth of which
we will suppose is covered with water or other
wise unfit for cultivation, leaving, in round num
bers, 37,000 square miles; subtract one half
that number for pasture and wood laud and wo
will have 19,000 square miles, which is 12,160,.
000 acres of cultivated land, capable of yielding
support for a population of more than 6,000,-
000 of human beings.
If the present rate of the increase of popula
tion continues until 1860 wo shall instead of
two hundred thousand have rising of a half a
million of souls.
At present, we have in cultivation more than
six hundred thousand acres of land, about 150
thousand is in cotton. In the year eighteen
hundred and fifty there was 139,229 acres, 66,-
942 bales of cotton raised, worth at the low
estimate of S3O per bale, $2,008,260. At the
same rate this year, we will raise about 73,000,
which will be brought into the State in mer
chandise and cash.
In 1850, there was 289,536 bushels of wheat
raised; this year, if the season should be favor
able, probably about three hundred thousand
bushels, worth 75 cents per bushel, making
$225,000. In the same year there was 1,229,-
851 bushels of oats raised. This year there
may be raised one million five hundred thou
sand bushels which at thirty cents per bushel
will amount to four hundred and fifty thousand
dollars. There also in 1850 was 8,273,731
bushels of corn raised. This year say 9,000,-
000 bushels, worth 40 cts. per bushel making
the sum of 3,600,000, so that extra of a varie
ty of vegetables, tobacco, rye, Ac., tbe produce
of the present year will be worth- to the people
of Arkansas for home consumption and expor
tation the good round sum of $1,465,000. —
There is also a large sum derived from tbe wood
and lumber business along tbe eastern portion
of tbe State not included in tho above.— Cor.
Helena Bulletin.
Female Piett. The gem of *ill others which
most enriches tho coronet of tbe lady’s charac
ter is unaffected piety. Nature may lavish
much on her person, the enchantment of her
mien, or the strength of.her intellect, yet her
loveliness is uncrowned till piety throws around
the whole the sweetness and the power of its
charms. She then becomes unearthly in her
temper, unearthly in her desires and associa
tions. The spell which bound her affections to
things below is broken,and she mounts on the
silent wing of hope and fancy, to the habitation
of God, where it is her delight to hold commu
nion with her spirits that have been ransomed
from the thraldom of earth, and wreathed with
a garland of glory.
Her beauty may throw its magical charm over
many; princes and conquerors may bow with
admiration at the shrine of her riches ; the sons
of science and poetry may embalm her memory
in history and in song; yet piety must be her
ornament, her pearl.
With a treasure, every lofty gratification on
earth may be purchased; friendship will be
doubly sweet; pain and sorrow shall lose their
sting, and the character will possess a price
above rubies. Life will be but a pleasant visit
to earth, and death an entrance upon a joyful
and perpetual home.
Such is piety. Like a tender flower, planted
in the fertile soil of a woman’s heart, it grows,
expanding its foliage, and imparting its frag
rance around, till transplanted, it is set to bloom
in perpetual vigor and unfading beauty in the
paradise of God.
Don’t live in hope with yonr arms folded ; for
tune smile* on those who roll up their sleever, and put
their shoulders to the wheel.
‘‘l See a Light—l’m Almost Home.’’ —The
following beautiful and touching incident is re
lated of a young lady, whose journey was near
its end;
“ About her chamber glided gently the loved
forms of her parents, and only sister. She si
lently noted their movements with a mild ex
pression of her dying eye, turning it from side
to side. Arrested by her peculiar looks, so ex
pressive of affliction and patient suffering, they
paused to look upon her whom they only now
•aw but dimly through their tear*; and so soon
should see no more.
A feeble effort to speak, a quivering voiceless
movement of the lips drew closely around her
the loving hearts of that sorrowing circle.
Mother, father,sister all com? close to her side.
A playful smile lit up her countenarice, She
laid her little pulseless hand within her mother’s
palm, then closed her eyelids to the light of
earth, and sank away. The cold damp air of
deaths shadowy valley seemed circling over
her. Slowly singing down, she glided towards
tho river’s shore, which like a narrow stream
divides the spirit land from ours. But see the
quivering lips essay to speak! “Mother.’’
Oh ! how each heart throbbed now, and then
each pulse stood still. Then list! “Mother!’’
the dying girl breathes for—“l—see—a light
—l’m almost home!”
Blessed thought! Light is sown for the right
eous even amid the gloom and darkness of the
grave.
ty The following recipe for a cold, we can say
is truly worth the price of this paper for many
years. It was prescribed for us when we were
suffering from a cough that seemed as if we
were on the brink of Consumption , no cessation
nor rest, day and night. We took it and were
cured in three days. The woman who gave the
recipe has reared a large family in Oneida coun
ty —has seen hundreds suffering from colds and
consumption, and she assures us, that in thirty
years’ experience, with the prescriptions of the
ablest physicians, and the experience of her
friends before her, she has never heard of nor
used any other remedy better than this for colds
of every condition, even when on the borders of
that dreadful scourge of man, consumption.
Recipe. —One table-spoonful of molasses;
two tea-spoonsful of castor oil: one, do. pare
goric ; one do. spirits camphor. Mix and take
often.— Northern Farmer.
Just So.— Dr. Blackwell, a lady practising
medicine in New York city, thus hits upon the
head and clinches a nail at which many false
blows are struck in these days. She is writing
to the Woman’s Convention, and as the opin
ion especially of one of the very emancipated
females of these times, we think her pithy ob
servations worth quoting;
“ I believe that the chief source of the false
positiou of woman, is the inefficiency of women
themselves —The deplorable fact that they are so
often careless mothers, weak wives, poor house
keepers, ignorant nurse** and frivolous human
beings. If they would perform with strength
and wisdom tbe duties which lio immediately
around them, every sphere of life would soon
be open to them—they might .be priests, physi
cians, rulers, welcome everywhere—for all re
strictive laws and foolish customs would speedi
ly disappear before the spiritual power of strong
good women.’’
Old Hickory. —Any thing relating to an
drew Jackson is read with interest. No man
ever lived in this country about whom so many
characteristic anecdotes have been told by those
who were among his personal friends. A volume
might be filled with them. We find the follow
ing (new to us) iu a Boston paper. They are
said to be well authenticated :
Several years ago, an officer who was one of
the most distinguished of his grade in the ser
vice of the United States, on his way home from
a dinner party, on a certain occasion, was attack
ed so violently with the vertigo, that he be
came impressed with the idea that the ground
was rising up against him, and that fire plugs
were after him in hot haste. Under these cir
cumstances, he determined to conceal himself
in a friendly gutter and wait till his enemies dis
appeared. In this situation he was found, and,
of course, one of the numerous office hunters
was found ready to communicate to Gen. Jack
son, that the gallant defender of Fort had
been found drunk on the street. The old man
stood for a moment reflecting, then turning to
his informant, ‘Very bad conduct, sir, in the
Colonel. But by the Eternal, he has done fight
ing enough never to draw another sober breath
in his life!’ Ever afterward it was the recog
nised right of the veteran Colonel to get drunk
as often as ho pleased, provided he kept out of
sight.
About this period, the late Major Gibbon was
Collector of the Port of Richmond, to which
office he had been appointed by tbe elder Adams.
Os course, the Major was a Federalist, and one
of Gen. Jackson’s political opponents. Dur
ing the struggle of the American Colonies,
Maj. G. had distinguished himself on several oc
casions. He had commanded a forlorn hope
under Mad Anthony, at Stony point. After the
inauguration of Jackson as President, the Maj.
who was as bitter a politician as he had been a
gallant soldier, in an excited discussion about
politics, declared Old Hickory was a d—d scoun
drel !’ The speech was promptly reported to
the President, by one of bis friends, who sup
posed a vacancy would be certain. ‘A man,’
replied the General, ‘who commanded a forlorn
hope of Anthony Wayne, has a full right to
curse any body he pleases’ ’
Capital Punishment in England.— The fol
lowing scene occurred at a public execution in
Northampton, England:
‘A woman named Elizabeth Pinchard, aged
71, was convicted in November last, of having
poisoned her sister-in-law, a woman ten j-ears
older than herself, and was sentenced to be
hung. The eveuing before her execution, while
she was receiving the visit of a clergyman, she
fainted. All efforts to restore her to conscious
ness were unavailing; she remained insensible,
and the next morning, as tho hour of execu
tion approached, the sheriff, thinking her dead,
called in a physician to decide as to her condi
tion. She was pronounced still living, and the
execution was ordered to go forward. The
senseless body was placed upon a cart and borne
to the appointed place, where a crowd of eager
spectators was assembled: two hangman’s as
sistants lifted her upon the platform; a third
put the rope around her neck; the drop fell;
the majesty of the law was vindicated ; the un
happy woman, whose years bad already brought
her to the verge of the grace, was killed with
out knowing it; tbe final punishment was no
punishment to her.
It would be difficult to imagine a spectacle
more revolting than such an execution.’
Gy Read not book* only, but men;
The Ufas Trek ok the Isthmus.— Some time
since, we saw gome comments in a United States paper
upon an article taken from a Panama paper, (which
we do not recollect,) Mating that a man named James
Linn had been found dead under ft tree on the Gorgona
road, and tbat upon examining the tree, the native*
pronounced it highly poisonous, death to any
one who should aleep under it.
Riding out upon the ‘Plain*,’ a few tulles from the
city, the other day with a friend, we had tho fortuno
to have several of theae trees pointed out to us. Aa
far around each as its branches extended the graaa was
dead—the ground almost bare, whilst all beyond it was
fresh and green. Each tree seemed to form a circle
around it, by the appearance presented by the dead
and live grass. They wore all alike in tlna respect,
and the trees an of tbe name appearance and charac
ter. Occosionally the skull of a dead mule or other
animal were to be found lying either directly under the
tree or near by, indicating the effects of its deadly poi
son. Anxious as we felt to procure a branch, and
bring it to the city that its fluid* might be subjected to
a chemical analysis, we were deterred by tho threaten
ing appearance they presented. We have no doubt at
ail but that Linn came to his death in the manner des
cribed. Nor do wc entertain a doubt as to the nature
of the tree being as poisonous as the dead upas of the
Nile.— Panama Herald.
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Gen. Pierre in Mexico.
In the despatch of Oen. Scott, dated ‘Taco bay a, at
the gates of Mexico, Aug. 28,1847,’ giving an account
of the Battles of Contreras and Churubusco, (both
fought on the 20th of August, 1847,) Oen. Scott speaks
of Gen. Pierca as follows: ‘Next, I sent Pierce, (just
able to keep the saddle,) with his brigade conducted by
1 Capt. Lee,’ &c., ‘to attack the enemy's right and rear.’
(This was after the victory of Contreras, and pending
the Battle of Churubusco, and probably in the forenoon.
The despatch docs not mention Pierce’s name again till
the following, late in the day, and after a great deal of
hard fighting at San Antonio and other places, but be*
fore the final route of the Mexicans.)
‘Brig. Gen. Pierce, from the hurt of the evening
before—under pain and exhaustion, fainted in the
action .’ s
This is all that is said of Pierce in this despatch.—
In Scott's despatch giving account of the Capture of
the city of Mexico, dated Sept. 18, 1847, he speaks of
the command devolving on Brig. Gen. Cadwallader,
if( the absence of the senior brigadier (Pierce) of
same division, an invalid since the events of August
19 th.’
The book we quote from docs not contain Scott's
despatch giving account of the ‘events of August 16ib.
That was the day before the buttles of Contreras and
Churubusco, and there was some fighting on the 16th;’
but no hint is given ns to whether Pierce’s injury was
a wound from the enemy or something else. It was
occasioned by the fall of his horse.
The book wo have, barely alludes to Gen. Pierce
having fought the guerrillas on the road from Vera
Crux to Mexico, but gives no definite information. He
reached Mexico late, reaching Gen. Scott only on the
*th of Aug*, with 2,429 troops under his command,
enough to haTe easily whipped all the guerrillas in the
Republic of Mexico l—Brotcnlou).
Important Plans of Annexation-Senator
Douglas.
The Washington Correspondent of the New York
Times makes the following revelations as to measure
now under advisement in the Democratic Councils at
Washington. We are inclined to think —at least to
! hope, that there may be some truth in them.— Saw.
j Geo.
Washington, July 1,1852.
There is the best reason to believe that a very ex
: tensive plan of annexation is under advisement within
| the Democratic party, and that it is almost definitely
concluded upon.
The question more immediately under discussion
among the leaders has been whether the projects con
templated by them should be proposed as issues for the
campaign, or should be reserved for action after the
ensuing election. These designs contemplate the acqui
sition of Porto Rico, St. Domingo, Cuba, and a pro
vince of Central America, stretching from sea to sea.
The whole of these territories must necessarily bo slave
holding, and it is an essential part of the design to es
tablish on the shore of the Pacific a slave holding com
munity to hem in and cut off the intervening region
of Mexico from counter influences, nnd to have a
bearing upon the decision of the slavery question in
California.
In case of a Democratic triumph, it is thoroughly
understood that the entire influence of the administra
tion would be given to the division of the State, and
the admission of the Boutbern half to restore the equi
librium, which ‘the South’ is said to have lost by the
admission of the w hole as a free State.
There is no doubt of the realization of all these plans,
if the Democrats succeed, than there was in 1843 that
Mr. Tyler and his particular friends had been devoting
all their talents and energies to the accomplishment of
the annexation of Texas, at the very time, in May,
1813, when John Quincy Adams, and eleven other
Northern members of Congress, issued a circular,
warning their constituents that such projects were on
foot. It may be remembered that that circular was
fiercely denied or bitterly denied by the press and pub
lic men of that day, North and South. Yet the very
next session a secret treaty was concluded by Ty ler and
bis Secretaries cf State, Upshur, and Calhoun, for an
nexing Texas.
It ia reported that Judge Douglas, and a large por
tion of the party of ths Y\ est and South, are in favor
of avowing the purposes above specified, and making
them at once party questions,, but a majority from the
North are opposed. Senate* Douglas , beyond com
parison, the most suggestive, original, daring and un
scrupulous leader the party now has. His policy on
questions of this character was indicated by hi* agri
cultural address at Rochester, last Fall, when he advo
cated the annexation of more sugar States meaning
Mexico and Cuba ; and his speeches at the Jackson
dinner, on the Bth of January; and at the ratification
meeting hero, a fortnight ago, when he demanded the
exclusion of all jurisdictions from the Mexican Gulf
and the Carribean Sea, denominating them American
lakes, as the French used to speak of the Mediterra
nean, under M. Thier’a administration, as the Frenoh
Lake. He is the more likely, therefore, to urge upon
his followers a decisive course of action now, and he
has far greater influence in managing the canvass than
any other man.
Mr. Pierce and North Carolina Du
ring the late Democratic disunion movements
in the south, it was everywhere proclaimed as
sufficient cause for destroying the Union, that
North Carolina and the South received no ap
propriations from the Federal Government.
Whose fault is that?
In 1836 a bill passeds Congrec making ap
propriations for the improvement of rivers and
harbors. By thin bill $20,000 were appropri
ated for the improvement of the Cap© Fear
River, and $9,000 for the removal of obstruc
tions at Ocracoke Inlet, N. C. Against this
bill Franklin Piercr voted.
The bill passed and Gen. Jackson signed it.
But Pierce voted against it. Which was right,
Pierce or Jackson?— Raleigh Train
An Incident at Chipvewa and the Re
sult. —Our Georgetown correspondent has to
day communicated to us an agreeable little an
ecdote. He says that a worthy democrat from
the Old Dominion yesterday called upon Gen.
Scott, and was kindly received, as is every ▼-
itor who approaches him. “I would have cat*
led upon you with pleasure,’* says the guest,
“ on my own account, but, as it is, I come with
a message from my father. He was with you
at Chippewa; and when he fell, severely woun
ded, you stopped the flow of blood from his
wound with your own hand, and ministered to his
relief. He sends you bis thanks, and the assu
rance that, though a democrat, be and all his
democratic sona will sustain you on the da/
when your friends should show themselves
such!” Gen. Scott remembered well the inci
dent and the man, to whom be returned the
kindest assurances of his remembrance and es
teem. In reciting his story in Georgetown
last night, our correspondent says bis Virginia
friend made one convert in the crowd 1 , eerfam.
Washington Telegraph.
The Democratic Platform. —The New
York Post approves the nomination of Gen.
Franklin Pierce for the Presidency, but rejects
the “ platform of principles ’’ erected by the
Convention. It says; “Whether the resolutions
are good or bad we regard as a matter of vary
little moment. They undoubtedly speak the
sense of the committee who framed theca, but
in no respect can they be considered as speak
ing the sense of the Convention. The resolu
tions were not adopted by those who nominated
the candidate.—They were not put till a large
number of the members had withdrawn; they
were not debated not considered not even
heard; a considerable number of the members
present voted against them and those who said
‘*aye,’’ did not know to what they were giving
their applause. The pretence of passing reso
lutions of adopting a platform of political belief
under such surcumstances is the merest farce
in the world; a proceeding as destitute of inof--
al force, as if the resolutions had been adopted
by a dozen chance travellers on board a steam
boat.
Nbw Hampshire Intolerance. —Since
the nomination o: General Pierce every Locofo
co journal in the country claims that be has
been for years the controlling spirit in New
Hampshire. A man worshipped by the Democ
racy there, and, and who at his will could mould
the sentiments of the people, or the legislation
of the State.
Admitted. There is an infamous clause in
the old and new Constitution of New Hamp
shire, which makes a man’s religion a crime and
attaches to it the same penalty to which the
horse thief or the burglar is subject-an imsbUiiy
to hold offi,ce\ No man who is arCatholic can
hold office in the State where General Pierce
has such a controlling influence.
We despise that bigotry which would brand
a man for his religious opinions, and, by polit
icai emoluments seek the advancement of sec
tarianism; and we wonder that in the nineteenth
century any person can bo found so bigoted,-
that while wielding a “controlling influence’’
in his State, he will sanction & constitution and
policy which ostracises a portion of his consti
tuents for “opinions sake.’’ The people will do
well to canvass the claims of a candidate who
has so little regard for the rights of conscience.
Clev. Herald.
Pierce and Kino- —The Aberdeen (Miss.)*
Independent has some pungently interesting
paragraphs about the democratic nominees:-
Democratic heroes are unfortunate. Case
broke his sword over a stump, and was beaten
by old Zack for President. Pierce’s horse is
said to have thrown him on the battle field in’
Mexico, and he fainted. Poor man, that fall is
nolhing to that he will get next November. He
had better faint now.
We have been asked, who is W. R. King?
Well, gentlemen, he is the man who wrote a
letter last year, which suited Union men and
State Rights men—it was neither on one side
nor the other, but on top of the fence. The ed--
itor of ‘.he Democrat says, we copied one part
to sustain our cause, and he copied a part of if
to sustain his!
Who is Gen. Franklin Pierce ?is a ques
tion we have been asked at least one hundred
times. We do not know him. Some es our
enquiring friends have assertedtbat he was the
Pierce wbo introduced the Texas boundary
bill into the Senate. No, gentlemen, he is not
the man. J. A. Pearce of of Maryland, is that
man. We bear that he was a General m-thc
Mexican W’ar, and fainted on the field of battle
—not from loss of blood, either. Perhaps
his horse threw him, er he had ; the Diarrhaea!
Very likely. This democratic Horse he has
mounted, will give him such a fall he will be
past fainting, we predict. We don’t know who
this Pierce is—but we will know before long,,
and then we’ll tell you..
What’s bis lame.
I he T ree Press, General Gass’s special or
gan at Detroit, runs up the name of “Franklin l
L. Pierce,” as its candidate for the Presidency! - ’
But it will probably find out, ere long, thattbnu
is not the cognomen of the gentleman who so
so sadly put its favorite candidate’s nose out
of joint, the other day, at Baltimore.
Apropros. It is related to us, by one who.
was present at the lime, that, on ovening ofth©
nomination, a pretty warm and enthusiastic
“one of the b’hoys’’ in the Bth Ward, was va
poring, (gassing,—blowing,—some eali it,) in
a bar-room about the excellence of the Conven
tion s selection, and offpring any amount of beta
that “Page would be elected !**
“ \es be will !” exclaimed th© excited parti
zan. “He w(JJ, and no mistake!—Page isth©
man? He s bound to- b© elected, and I’ll bet
fifty dollars on it!”
“ Who’s Page?” said a bysteadfer.
“ Who’s Page!’’ roared the blower.—“ That’s
just what you said when we nominated Polk *
‘ VV ho’s Polk ?’ said you, and we showed you who
Polk was, did’nt we? Say? And well show
you, who Page is too, by next November \ See
if we don’t!”
“But who is this Page ?’’ persisted the for.
mer enquirer.
“Who is he? Who is Page? You ain’t such
a plaguy fool as to ask that in earnest, are ye ?
Why every body knows that Page is thegreat
esl man in Hampshire state, has held every off
ice ia the state, and licked the Mexicans all to
pieces. Page! Just as if everybody didn’t know
“Perhaps its Pierce, you’re talking on, Bill,’’
said one of the Speaker's co-mates gently;
“Pierce, Frank Pierce was the chap that got
the nomination to-day!’’
“P-i-e-r-c-e V* drawled out the astonished or
ator. “Pierce? Well, I believe it was. Oi
course, it was! Everybody knows pierce!”—
N. Y. Express,
NO. 16.