The Dahlonega watchman. (Dahlonega, Ga.) 184?-1???, December 31, 1846, Image 1

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Newspaper Page TextVOL. B 8 ] Che ©aiUoueixa OtfaUhmam IS PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY MORNING AT DAHLONEGA, LUMPKIN COUNTY, GA., BY JESSE R. WIKLE, At Two Dollars par annum, if paid in advance — Two Dollars and Lift y cknts, if not paid with in six months from the commencement of the feitliscription year, or Thuke Dollars!!'nut paid until the end of the year. No paper will be discontinued while anv arrearage is due,unless at the option of the. I’nldisht r. AIIVEIiT’ISE UENTS conspicuously inserted at Onk Dollar per squaie (12 ln.es or les<-) tor (lie first insertion, and fifty cents lor every subse quent continuance. All \dver iTsr.HiCNs sent to us without marking the number of insertions desired, will be continued U nil urderad out, and charged accordieoiy. Legal Advertisements published at the usual rates, and with strict attention to the requisition of the law. Sheriff’s svl -:s under regular executions, must be adrertissd for thik rv d ays ; uudf r mortgage fl fas f<r six months before the day of sale. Salks .>f personal property (except negroes) forty DAYS. Citations by Clerks of Courts of Ordinary, upon applieatio i for lettors of administration are to be published for thirty days. Citations upon tip dication for dismission, by Exec utors, Ad uinistrators or Guardians, monthly for SUMON I MS. Orders of Court of Ordinary (accompanied with a copy of the bond or agreement,) to make title to laud, must be published three months. Notices by Executors or Administraters or Guar dians, of application to Hie court of Ordinary for l-avetosell the Land or Negroes of an estate FOUR MONTH. Notices by Executors or Administrators, to the Debtors and creditors of an estate, for six weeks. TK I.kttf.rs to be P’lbli-her an business, must be post paid, to enti !e them to attention. wi— hi aui i,h Medical Xotice. Dr. JNO. M. GREGORY, hav ing located in Dahlonega, respect fully tenders Lis professional ser vices to the citizens of this place and its vi unity. Office, in Mrs. Choice’s Hotel, next door to Jacob H. Smith’s store. August 13, 1846.—27. Doct. James Haw son Smith, HAVING located in Dahlonega, oilers his professional services to the pub lic. After a residence in New York city du ring the course of his professional studies, he le«‘L prepared to prictk— in £*•■?. various j branches of ASffD SVUGER'S’. He has devoted particular attention to' chronic diseases, affections of the Eye and. Ear, and operations on those organs. All[ other operations in Surgery he is prepared to j perfoin, and the late improvements in this sci ence afford great facilities for relieving and removing accidents and deformities, which until lately were regarded as remediless anti beyond the reach of art. Dr. Smith, when not professionally engaged, will be found at his office in the lower apartment of Fraser’s building. Dahlonega, Nov. 20 ts. "durell s. gregqryT LTIOKNEY AH LAW, DAHLONEGA, GA. Office adjoining the Printing Office, in the upper story of Fraser’s building, on the Public Squaie. F ebruary I—l1 —1 —1 y. <4 £OR G K ft'. LES T E I€, ATTORNEY AT LAW, DAHLONEGA, GA. Will faithfully transact any business con fided to his professional management. Dihionega, Feb. 13, 18 15. n WILLIAM MARTIN, Attorney al Law, Dahlonega, Ga. Fcbrtmrv 13. 1545. nl M, HaGaTMIUGHT ~ ATTORNEY AT LAW, DAHLONEGA, GA. iiENRY LIGHT FOOT BLMS,’ ATTORNEY AT £4 IF, Cumming, Forsyth County, Ga. Feb. 13, 1845 nl JL> OU GIA AS CR A N *b. AT LAW, AND LAND AGENT. D ihln'ieg i,. Ga., Nov. 8,1845. 40 —ly pgiijVTi v v<L'~ fIIHE undersigned is prepared with good JO. Materials and Paint to execute ail or ders in hi l ? of business, such as House, am\ Ornamental Flowering Chairs and Furniture and Graining in general, fyc. From his long experience, and prompt!, ude in filling orders, he feels confident that he can give entire satisfaction to all who tn ay patronize him. Orders from the country will be promptly attended to. AARON W. IHRSHAW. puhlouega, Oct. S ? 1543. —J—ly ®ijc Daljlonctpi Wntcljinan. DAHLONEGA, GA., THURSDAY, DECEMBER 3!, 184«. Cll R 1 S TMA S ADDRESS OF THE CARRIER OF THE DAHLONEGA WATCHMAN. How changed the scene, since here the sav age trod, ( To set his trap for game, or take wild honey, Where now so many humble Printers plod, i And laithful curriers hunt a little money. J i - Howthings have altered since the settler’s axe First thundered out amidst the darkened woods, Where cities, towns, and villages now wax, And lands have lost their forest solitudes. About a century has lapsed away Since Oglethorpe first made his exploration, First built his hut, and first assumed hissway O’er this proud state of the confederation. Those were stern times, when, both by day and night, A guard was placed around the settlement; W hen, to the field, accoutered as for fight, . The wary settler almost always went. ’Twas frequent then, when, to his home re turning, M hile, in the sky, no moon or star was seen, The husband founda blackened ruin burning, And murdered wile where that loved home had been. ’Twas frequent then, when, in the darkened sky, The midnight hour, with solemn pace mov ed on, For men to wake midst flames ascending high, And find all hopes of life forever gone— To see their children butchered by their side, Their dear companion rudely torn away; And then themselves to die, while ruin wide i Spread o’er their home, and greeted daw- I ning day. But now, bow changed! where murder stalk ed abroad, And whites and Indians est were seen con tending, The humble church has reared itself to God, To which, each Sabbath day, a throng is wending. Now, where a rugged forest once beguiled 0.75 • The tedious hours of a dusky race, By manly sports amidst the mountains wild,j Or deep excitement of the stirring chase, ■ A growing village greets the passing eye, Where thrifty trade, and tillage-of the soil, j And gathering traces of prosperity, Improve a state gigantic grown by toil. And now, dear friends, before we say good bye, And stop our Muse until another year, We’d bid you for twelve months our paper try— ! Invoke a merry Christmas, with good cheer. I I For the Watchman. ON A BOUQUET. Sweet cedar, 1 gaze on thee yet, Anu o’er thee 1 weep and 1 sigh ; The donor I ne’er can forget, When his loved image is ever nigh. And thou, too, little rose-bud so sweet, How oft o’er thee 1 drop a silent tear, And though the loved one I nny never meet; Still in my dreams he is ever near. Then, little treasures, together I bind ye, Naught shall sever ye apart, Ye oft will remind me Os one 1 hold nearest my heart. Cora. Dahlonega, Ga. (Sale. [WI.IITEN for the WATCHMAN.J A PAGE FROM THE PAST. BY I). HASTINGS MASON, JR. CHAPTER IV. “O. true am! fervent are the prayers that breathe Forth from a lip that I’adcs with coming death.” Mary Ann Broiv.ne. ; “We bear her o’er the cold sea’s ioum, , We bear her to her early home.” Mason. i “Os all the gifts of heaven above, I Whilst we on etirtli reside, ( There’s none so sweet as wedded L>vc— The Bridegroom and the Biide.” Anon. It was late on the afternoon of the next day : after the last occurrence depicted in the pre ■ ceding chapter, that Isabel Clinton and Dr. i Lefevre stood within the little apartment which had been the home of the bereaved and the j departed during so many months of weariness 'gn I suffering. She had com?, to take a last I farewell of it, an.l to dispose of the scanty i furniture, for the room was rented to a new oc- Icunant, who was to make it her dwelling on i 1 ° | the morrow. I The u.oor opened., and one of Libel’s fe- u Equal Rights to all—Exclusive Privileges to none?’ male companions in distress looked in. “I beg pardon, for intruding,” she said hes itatingly, “but the case is an urgent one, ! and”— • J “What is the matter?” interposed Dr. Lef evre encouragingly. I “Why, sir. poor Madam Roland is dying; ! they say she cannot live over the night; and i when the nurse told her that Medemoiselle i Clinton was here, she iinmed- itely sent up to entreat to see her before she dies.” 1 “Who is Madam Roland ?” i “A very wicked woman, sir. She used to occupy one of the rooms below stairs, and (tantalized us very much as we passed out in to the street. I think Mademoiselle Clinton ■ will remember her.” “Yes, that frightful-looking woman with a (deep scar across her forehead—l recollect her j distinctly,” replied Isabel after a moment’s reflection. “Shall I guide you to her room in accot dance with her request I— it is only a few hun dred steps thither,” and the girl stood irreso lutely at the threshhold of the door, with her countenance turned inquiringly towards the in mates. It was in no very pleasant frame of mind that Isabel accompanied her companions to the wretched abode of the dying woman.— She well remembered her, but it was with feel ings of disgust and detestation. She re membered her as the evil genius of every one who had made her acquaintance, and that all disliked her who knew anything concerning her character. As she passed onward towards her destination, her mind was deeply engros. sed in thought. “What object could induce the old beldame to desire an interview with her more particularly than with others ?” she earnestly inquired of herself. In vain did she attempt to fathom the mystery —like the j dim and voiceless future, it spread out before her. By this time, she found herself in a dark misty lamp, Whose ShU" flfckermg ngm, cast around the damp and smoke-blackened walls, glimmering over the broken boards which composed the trampled and time-worn floor, and glancing along the decayed ceiling, only served to fill the apartment with strange, shadowy hues, making the scene of suffering drearier and still more desolate. Altogether, the room was even more vile and ruinous than the one from xvhich they had just departed, and bore every appearance of extreme wretch ncss and penury. It had once possessed a window, but the shutters had been torn a way by the violence of the winds, the entire sash was and owing to the rigorousness ot the present winter, it had been planked up, so that, while day flashed and glanced with i out doors, a dim and mist-like twilight perva ! ded the chamber. In one corner, stood a bed, its tattered cc :• ering hanging down to the floor in rags, and the shrunken form of a female,with her fevered hand resting lor support upon a withered arm, lay discovered in the flickering light, in all the [ghastliness ot sickness long-continued. As the door closed behind the new-comers, the sufferer raised her head slswly and wearily from the pillow, and a wan and attenuated , countenance was disclosed to view, marked by hollow and pallid cheeks, sunken eyes, and [whitened lips, while the long masses of grey hair, grizzled by the combination of old age and disease, swept back from her low, pale forehead, tangled and disordered, and dis appeared beneath the heap of rags which cov. ' ered her person. The furniture of the room,what there was of it,would have been scouted from a negro hovel. It consisted merely of a single chair which , stood close to the bedside, supporting the mis ty and smoking lamp ; a small chest, or rath er box, which reposed in an opposite cornet while scattered around the base of the lamp, were x-arious vials of medicine, and other of those articles whose presence is absolutely ' necessary in the chamber of sickness. ! But whatever the dying woman had wished *to communicate, they had arrived too late for I any such purpose—she was evidently strug- I gling with the Grim Messenger, and was gra dually losing her senses as the dread moment drew nigh. Every now and then, she would raise herself slowly from the pillow, and then gaze half vacantly around the room as if in j search of some object— s then sink languidly j back again, her faint groans echoing through cm live aparini-imt. Poor cieatare I Sat- was indeed alone in the world—she was in deed destitute !—every object around told how very Wretched was her condition—and, no 1 doubt, she had, been as guilty as she was wretched; and the vulture-like gnawings oi remorse might be the cause of that restless ness which was writing on her pallid counte nance the record of the last hour as one of intense agony. But amidst all the wild and fearful remembrances which came trooping up there, like fiends in the still midnight, to har row up bersoul—amidstall her terrible doubts and imagining? until within a few minutes o! her ultimate departure fur the Strange Land, one thought was uppermost and all-absorbing —maternal love ! fur it would appear from many of her half-incoherent expressions, that she had once been a mother. She called in a low, thin voice ; ‘ Lucette, my daughter I” i Then, as if the child had obeyed the sum | mons, she clasped her arms close to her breast with a wild pressure, while a bright smile broke out upon her features, and a hollow laugh ot delight trembled on her lips. Thus passed on more than half an hour, and the f?w rays of subdued sunshine that came trooping through the crevices of the boarded-up win dow, told that twilight was slowly darkening over the sky. Now came the last thrilling scene. The. sufferer seemed conscious that the remaining ing portion of her existence was quickly drawing to a close, and her disparted lips just moved as she strove to utter a dying prayer. “Our Father who art in heaven !” was the low, hoarse whisper—“hallowed be thy name —thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven —forgive onr tresspasses—” The ominous death-rattle smothered the re maining portion of the sentence; and her voice died altogether away. “Forgive us our tresspasses—” A gush of blood interrupted her utterance for a moment, and a change flitted across her countenance like a shadow, yet she perwove*-. “Forgive us”— “The voice stopped—her head rolled slow, ly away to the right—the eyes grew rayless and set in their sockets—the heart ceased to pulsate, and the bosom to upheave—the arms fell motionless to her side ; the dust was rea dy to return to the. dust as it was ; the immor tal spirit had set out on an unknown pathway in its journey to the Dim Beyond.” On the night of the same day in which this death occured, a large package was placed in the hands of Isabel Clinton by the nurse who had attended her until within a few hours of her final departure. Upon opening it, she discovered several thousands of dollars in bank notes, which circumstance, as might be ima gined, surprised her not a little. The manu script that accompanied the package, howev er, which had been written, by the sufferer in person, and delivered, with instructions, into the safe-keeping of the nurse, soon unravel led the mystery, not only of the money before her, but also of the why and wherefore of the dying woman’s wish lo see her. L informed her that the money ha ' originally belonged to her father —that, as li .d been supposed, he had been robbed, and that, making a deter mined resistance to the encroachments of his assailants, they had deemed it necessary to put him to death. Many passages in the man uscript led her to believe that the woman her self had been a particeps criminis, but this was involved in uncertainty. Isabel wept long and bitterly for the fate of her beloved father, but the most violent grief will at last be assuaged; and before many additional weeks had circled away, her countenance be gan to assume the bright smiles of happiness. But why should we prolong the story? Ac companied by the benevolent Dr. Lefevre in a pleasant voyage across the Atlantic, they soon arrived upon the long-deserted shores of America; and but a few additional days brought them within sight of her native town. Though change had been very busy with that loved place during her absence, to her, it was, nevertheless, the same hallowed spot that it ever was; and though many of her dearest and nearest friends reposed in the cold earth in the little church burial-ground, plenty were still left to welcome her back ; and xvli a the anniversary of her departure came round, she stood blushing in beauty beside the laithful Earnest Danton, while, the good Dr. Lefevre joined their hands, and pronounced his bles iitu? upj'ii lheir litiuic Ivvuar i But before we drop the “crimson curtain,” an.l bid a final adieu to the kind and patient reader, we cannot forbear from making a few remarks concerning one of our characters— Isabel’s uncle. This base wretch, after hav ing sqauderod all his possessions in contin ued debauchery and dissipation, was finally detected In the presentation of a forged notw for a large amount, thrown into prison, tried, . and condemned ; but several weeks after this ncarceration, and only a few days after th» A< proaouncing of his sentence, he xva* found one of the jailors in bis cell, cold and stiffened in the arms of death—he had committed J?i cide ! And now, dear reader, farewell! If, m leading you through the labyrinths of the story just completed, we have interested your feel ings in favor of the poor and distressed—if we have succeeded in touching your heart with the pure principles of morality, we hava accomplished all that we intended. Dahlonega, (Ga.,) 1846. From the N. O. Picayune, 20th tilt. SCENES AT MONTEREY. The following scene was described to me by an officer commanding a regiment in the 2d Division at the battles of Monterey. I give it almost ip his own language, as lie spoke of* it the day after it occurred,(24thSeptember.) He has declared often since, that it “mado him feel sentimental every time he thought of it.” and I am sure I never thought of ac cusing him of weakness, for it gave me tho blues to hear him tell the story ; “And this,” said he, in speaking of home, “reminds me of an affecting scene of last night. I was ordered by Col. Childs to tako a company of my regiment and break in tho doors of a row of houses in the second plaza. I had gone nearly through without seeing a scul when, for a time, the efforts of my men were exerted in vain to get into one that seemed barricaded with care. As the hinges of tho ■door wore about to give way,a tremulous voice 1 F.O 1 xiiot. to door down,it should be opened. When unlock ed,! rushed as well as I could, over beds,chairs i cushions, etc. etc., and to my surprise, found ; the room occupied by about twenty-five wo j men ! As soon as they saw me and the sol diers following, they ran around me and fell on their knees, the elder beseeching, in tones of deep distress, my protection, and to have their lives spared ; the younger begging tim idly not to be injured. While they were thus kneeling, and I assuring them that no harm or injury should befall them, a pretty little woman slid into the circle and knelt close to my feet. ‘Senor,’ said she, in a soft, quiver ing voice, ‘for the love you bore your mother, for the love you have for your wife, for the tender affection your heart holds for your chil dren, oh, spare t his, my poor little babe’— holding up a bright eyed, dimpled cheeked little boy, about a year old. She never ask ed for herself. In spite of me, tears rushed to my eyes, and I could only speak with a full heart as 1 told her to rise, and assured her that she and her child were perfectly safe.— ‘Be the Holy Virgin, Capting,’ remarked a rough Irish soldier, wiping away a tear with the back of his hand, t the old Seventh purtcct them !’ “That night I watched over that room, which was sacredly kept from intrusion. Thtt next day we were blessed by these females in their attentions, for the protection we had giv en them, for they gave us of what they had to eat and drink, and wo were nearly tarnished* Poor creatures, how much they were distress ed. The young mother will ever be painted in my mind’s eye as the devoted guardian of her babe. Her busband, I learned, was an officer, and was then fighting us in the city. She could not Lave known whether he was alive or not, and I have not heard of him.” Many scenes, very like that described abovo took place in the city. I did not bear of a single outrage being committed where women were in the question, but heard of many in stances in which food was furnished to our men and paid for, even when the fight was going on. The World.— ls we would enjoy ourselves,, we must take the world as it is mixed up, with a thousand spots of sunshine —a cloud hero and there—a bright sky—a storm to-day—- i calm to-morrow—the chill piercing winds of' intuinn, and the bland reviving air of sum- mer. The N. O. papers announce the arrival of Mr. Ulay in that city on the 13th nut. [NO. 47.