The Branded Hand.
BY JOHN G. WHITTIER.
Welcome- hnmc again, brave seaman! wilh tliy
thoughtful brow and gray,
And the old heroic spirit of our earlier, bolter day
With that frontof calm endurance, on whose steady
nervo, in vain,
Tressed the iron of the prison, smote the fiery shafts
Is the tyrant's brand upon thee? Did the brutal era
To make God1 truth thy falsehood, Hie holiest work
When oil blow! quenched, from the torture the iron
How laughed theirevil angel Ihe balllod fools to scorn!
'They change to wrong, the duty which God hath
On the great heart of humanity too legible for tioubt!
They, tho loathsome moral lepers, blotched from foot
sole up to crown,
Give to shame what God hath given unto honor and
Why, that brand is 'highest honor! than its traces
Upon old armorial hatchments was a prouder bluzon
And thy unborn generations as they crown our rocky
Shall toll with pride the story of their father's brand
As tho templar home was welcomed, bearing back
from Syrian wars
The scar of Arab lances, and of Faynim scimotars,
The pallor of the prison and the ehacl le's crimson
So we meet thee, so we greet theo, truest friend of
Gud and man!
He suffered for the ransom of the dear Redeemer's
Thou for his living presence in the bound and bleed
He for a soil no longer by the feel of nngols tred,
Thou for the true Shechinah, the present home of
For, while tho jurist sitting with the tlavo whip o'er
From tho tortured truths of freedom the lie of slavery
And the solemn priest to Moloch, on each God-deserted
.Broke the bond man's heart for bread, poured the
bondmau's blood for wine
While the multitude in blindness to a far off Saviour
Andspurned, the while, tho temple where a present
Thou beheld'st Ilim in the task-field, in the prisoo
And thy morcy to tho bondman, it was mercy unto
In thy lone and long night watches, sky abovo and
Thou did'st learn a higher wisdom than the babbling
schoolmen know ;
God's stars and silenco taught thee as His angels only
That, the one, sole sacred thing beneath the cope of
heaven is man
That, he who treads profanely on ths scrolls of law
In the depth of God's great goodness may find mercy
in his need;
But woe to him who crushes Ihe SOUL with chain
And hords with lower natures the awful form of God!
Then lift that manly right hand, bold ploughman of
lis branded palm shall prophecy "Salvation to the
Hold up its fire-wrought language, that whoso reads
His heart swell strong withic him, his sinews change
Hold it up before our sunshine, up against our north
IIo! men of Massachusets, for the love of God, look
Take it henceforth for your standard like the Bruce's
heart of yore,
In the dark strife closing round ye, let that hand be
een before !
And Ihe tyrants of the blave land shall tremble at
When it points its finger Southward along (he Puritan
Woe to the state's gorged leeches, and the church's
'When they look from slavery's ramparts on the-com
iogof that hand!
The Forget Me Not.
"FROM THE GERMAN OF MUCHLER.
'Silent o'er (he fountain gleaming,
In the silvery moonlight hour,
Bright and beautious in its seeming,
Waves a friendly fragile flowei.
Never lei it be mistaken ;
Blue as heaven's own blessed eye,
By no envious clouds o'ertaken
When it laughs through all the sky.
Flowers of heaven's divinest bus!
Symbol of affection true!
Whisper to the poor heart-broken!
Consolation heaven-spoken !
Loved one! like the star of morning
Are thine eyes so mild and fair-
Innocence wilh light adorning
Their puro radiance every wheic!
Maiden mind! attend my lay;
Be this flow'ret ne'er forgol
Whispering through the far away,
"Ol,'forget forgot me nol!"
Duty stern mny bid lis sever,
Tears bedew our parted lot;
Yet these flowers shall murmur ever,
'Ah, forget forget me not !"
List, beloved! what it sayoih;
List each blossom's whispered sound1.
A its lowly head it layeth
On Ihe dew-besprinkled grounJ.
Bethink each duw drop is a tear,
Thai bruns its dark blue eyes;
Remember when you wander ncftr
"Forget me not" it sighs!
Miscellaneous. The Bridge--A Sketch.
Emma had wheeled Ihe sofa in front nf the fire, and
Charles seated himself beside her, he was certainly
a happy fellow. Alas, he had as yet only drunk the
bubbles on the cop. Eiima looked lovely, foi ihe glow
of ihe warm coals of fire had given a bloom to her usu
ally pale cheek, which heightened the lustre of her
dark eyes. But there came a shade of thought over
Emma's brows, and her husband instantly roinnrked
it. It is strange how soon husbands see clouds over
their leige lady's brows. It wag the first Charles ever
sw tliere, and it excited his tenderest inquiries, it us
she unwell? did she want anything? Emma hesitat
ed, she blushed and looked. Charles pressed to know
what had cast such a shadow over her spirits.
'I tear you will think me very silly but Mar v
French has been sitting with me this afternoon."
"Not thai, certainly," said he, smiling.
"O! I did not mean thai, but you know we began
to keep house nearly the same time, only she sent by
Mr. Brunt io Now York for carpeting. Miry would
have mi walk down to Brent's store this evening
with her, and he has brought two and they are such
Charles bit his lip.
"Alary," she continued, "said you were doing a first
rate business, and she was sure you would never let
thai odious willon lay in your parlour, if you only saw
that spendid Brussels so rich, and so cheap only
Now, the "odious wilton". had been selected by
Charles' mother, and presented to them, and the color
deepened on his cheek, as his animated bride continu
ed: "Supposo we walk down to Brent's and look at
il, there are only t voand it seems a pity not to secure
"Emma,'1 said Charles gravely, "you are mistaken
if you suppose my business will justify extravagance.
It will be useless to look at the carpel, as we have
one which will answer very well, and it is perfectly
Emma's vivacity fled, and she sat awkwardly pick
ing her nails. Charles felt embarrassed he drew
out his watch and put it back whistled, and finally
spying a periodical on Emma's table; began to read
aloud some beautiful verses. His voice was well ton
ed, and he'soon entered into the spirit of the author,
and forgot bis embarrassment; when looking into Em
ma's eyes, how ho was surprised, instead of tho sym
pathetic feeling he expected to meet, to see her head
bent on her hand, evident displeasure on her blow
and a tear trickling slowly down her cheek.
Charles was a sensible young man I wish there
were more of them and he reflected a moment and
"Emma, my love, get your bonnet and cloak on,
and take a walk wuh nio, il you please."
Emma looked as if she would like to pou! a little
longer, but Charles said "come," with much serious
gravity on his countenance, and Emma thought prop
er to accede, and nothing doubting but that it was to
purchase the carpel, took bis arm with a smile of tri
umph. They crossed several streets in the direction of
Brent's, until they at last stood before the door of a
miserable tenement on a back street.
"Where in the world are you taking me?" inquired
Emma, shrinking back.
Charles quietly led her forward, and lifting a latch,
they stood in a litile room, around the grate of which
three small children were hovering, closer and closer,
is ihe cold wind swept through the crevices in the 1
decayed walls. An emaciated being, whose shrunk
features, sparkling eye, and flushed cheek spoke a
deadly consumption, lay on a wretched low bed, the
slight covering of which was barely sufficient to keep
her from freezing, while a spectral babe, whose black
eyes looked unnaturally large from the extreme thin
ness, was endeavoring to draw sustenance from the
"How are you, Mrs. Wright?" quietly inquired
The woman feebly raised herself on her arm: "Is
that you Mr. West? O! how glad I am that you are
come. Your mother "
"Has not been at home for a month, and the lady
who promised ber to look after vou in her absence on
ly informed me to day of your increased illness."
"I have been very ill," she faintly replied, sinking
back on her straw bed.
Emma drew near; she arranged the bed over the
sufferer, but her heart was loo full to speak. Charles
observed it, and felt satisfied.
"Is lhat beautiful girl your bride? 1 heard vou
you were married."
"Yes, and in ray mother's absence she will see vou
do not Buffer."
"Bless you, Charles West bless you for the son of
a good mother; may your young wife deserve you
and that is wishing a good deal for her. You are
very good to think of me," said she lookine at Emma.
-ana you are jusi married!'.
Charles saw lhat Emma could not speak, and he
hurried ber home, promising lo send the poor woman
coal lhat night. The moment they reached home Em
ma burst into tears.
"My dear Emma," said Charles, soothinplv. 'l
hope I have not given you too severe a shock. It is
Jitnelimes satntsry to look on the misetinnf oilier?,
that we may prupurlr appreciate ntir own huppinpsg
Here is a purse containing seventy five dollars; you
may spend il as you pie ise."
It is needless lo say that the "odious wilton" kept its
plare; and therhivering children of want wcra taught
to bless the name of Emma West and it formed the
last articulate murmur on the lips of the dying suffer,
Tf. Pnwr.R rr Kindness. Hon. Horace Mann,
Secretary of the Board of Education in Massachus
etts, is engaged in a controversy wilh certain peda
gogues in the City of Notions on tho question wheth
er corporeal punishment is either useful or npregsary
is a meBnsol securing proper discipline in Schools.
The Serrctary tells the following story, which is a
sufficient answer to all that we have ever seen urged
in favor of the ferule and switch:
-in b town not iinriv miles Irom LSoston, a young
lady, whn aimed at tho high standard nf jjoverning
without force, and had determined to live or Jie by
her fnith, went into a school which was far below
ihe average, in point of good order. Such were Iho
gentleness and sweetness of her manners, and inter,
courso wilh her pupils, thai, for a few days, there was
nothing but harmony. Soon, however, snmo of the
older pnp'ls began lo fall back inlo their former tiabits
of inattention and mischief. This relapse she met
wilh tender and earnest remonstrances, and by an
increased manifestation of interest in them. But it
was soon whispered among the transgressors that 6he
would not punish, and this added at once to their con'
ftdence and rhei'r numbers. The obedient were so
duced into disobedience, and the whole school seemed
rapidly resolving into anarchy. Near the close of
nno forenoon, when this slate of things was approach
ing a crisis, the teacher suspended the regular exer
cises of the school, and madu an appeal, individually,
io her insubordinate pupils, llut, finning uo hope
giving response from their looks ni words, she return
ed in her seat, nnd bowed her head, and wept bitterly.
When her paroxysm of grief had subsided, she dis
missed the school tor tho morning. After intermis
sion she returned, resolving on one more effort, bui
anticipating, should lhat fail, the alternative of aban
doning the school. She found Ihe pupils all in their
seats. Taking her own, she paused for a moment,
to gain strength for her final appeal. At this junc
ture of indescribable pain, several nf tho ring leaders
rose from their seats and approached her. They said
to her that ihey nppearod on account of the school,
and particularly on their own, to ask pardon for what
they had dono, to express their sorrow for the pain
they caused her, and to promise, in behalf of all,
that her wishes should thereafter be cordially obeyed.
Her genuine sorrow had touched a spot in their
hearts which no blows could tearh; and, fiom thai
hour, the school went on with a degree of intellectual
improvement never known before; and, like the sweet
accord of music, when every instrument has been
attuned by n master's hand, no jirring now ever af
torwards arose to mar its perfect harmony."
Clerical Intemperance in Scotland.
The extract we give below is taken from a letter of
Henry C, Wright, who has been in E'irope the last
two or three years. It presents a melancholy picture
of beastly degradation in high places.
"The following scene is but a specimen of tho Scotch
clergy: I had lectured in a certain place, and was
invi'ed to the minister's house to spend the night. An
other minister, who was at the meeting, was iviled to
the house to sit an hour, and talk over American af
lairs. Supper was soon set on the table. Four of us
sal at the table minister and his wife, and the other
minister and myself. Eating done, and things remov
ed. Tuen first, a small lea-kettle of hot water was
set on, then tumblers, wine glasses, toddy spoons, and
a bowl of sugar; then came on the WHISKEY BOT
TLE. I was asked to compound some toddy. 'I am
a tee-totaller,' I said, 'and as a matter of Christian
principle I never drink intoxicating liquor.' V0u
won't object to our drinking?' said oi.e. 'I cannot, ol
course, I said,) control a man in his own house; but
I should like to converse with you about this drinking.'
oo tney began to compound the toddv, wile ana a
and we entered into a talk. Thev sat there tippling
till eleven o'clock, and till both the ministers were
greatly influenced by the whiskey. Amidst their hp
pling, one minister asked, in a very solemn tone of
lippltng gravity 'How is Religion in America?'
'Very poorly,' I said, 'though there are some symp
toms ot convalescence in the anti-slavery, nun resis
tance, and tee-total movements. Few men would
there be recognized as Christian ministers who would
drink whiskey toddy.' At this ihey laughed and
seemed amazed lhat ministers should forego the pleas
ures oi the punch bowl, indelerence to the pnblic sen
timent. "They are obliged to, or starve the people
will not furnish then the cash to buy whiskey toddy.'
They could not understand how ministers could pray
and preach without punch. About lithe minister
said 'Now we shall have worship? So he read the
Bible, and we had what is called worship, and their
tongues were so swollen and palsied with whiskey, and
their brains so fuddled, lhat their worship was a tip
pling affair. This i but a specimen of Scotch cler
gy and worship. There ere noble exceptions. No
wonder men become practical infidels under such
guidance. The effects of the whiskey are stamped
upon their noses and cheeks. Their faces become
red and beacons. And these are the lights of ihe
world! These are the spriuou guides of the people!
My heart sickens at it. These toddy-di inkiug minis
(era will discourse about the atonemont, about elec
tion, decrees, free grace, the Sabbaih, and going to
meeting, with great unction. But oilman abstract
way (except going lo meeting!) 1 hey scarce ever
touch upon Ihe practical wickedness of ihe Church,
the Slate or individuals. They consign Pouerv, iufi
delity, Sabbath-breaking, heresy, socialism, chartism,
to hell, and guzzle whiskey toddy over their exploits!
I'hey lot drive at abstract sins, and preach up an ab
strsct religion. I wish the people would pay them in
ABSTRACTIONS. They would soon come to un
derstand Ihe value of abstractions. y
Clerical Intemperance in Scotland. From the Herald of Freedom.
Andover Theological Seminary.
BY PARKER PILLSBURY.
I wri'e from under ihe droppings nf ihe Theological
Institution. The grand depot ofdivinilv for New Eng
land sod the country.; Where ministers are manu
factured to order, and alter the most approved patterns.
The world's warehouse of Missionaries. Where
the Mexican Catholic is abused for his absurd idea,
that slaveho'ding is an "inhumanity and nulrago," and
"a d( fianre of all ilm laws of justice nnd humanity."
Where the benighted' S ivereign of Toms is to look
for a correction of his ridiculous notion lhat 'the g'ory
of mankind, and to distinguish lhm from the brute
creation' require the total extinction ul slavery through
out his d'iriiinions. A Mahometan mistake nf his, lo
becorreded by. American Christianity. Where In
fant Baptism and Infan' Stealing are bolh cardinal
graces, nnd opposition lo either is a heresv. Where
ihe enslavement of men. angels, and God Almighty is
'no violation of the Christian faith Where the
pilygamy o1 Abrahmn, tho fornication and incest of a
patriarch, the murder nnd adultery of David, and Sol
omon's sernglio of a ihuusand women, all find apology
and the men held belore the world us inimitable pat
terns of wisdom, pietv, and fnith. Where the Sove
reign nf the Universe is n "man of war a "gnd of
bailies" delighting to snuff ihe steiiin that come; cur
ling lohis nostrils from the gashed veins of a hundred
thousand of his murdered, mangled children in ih
field of Waterloo. Where ilia carnage nnd desola
tion among a thousand tribes of American Indians by
baptiKkd, bible-believing birburians, is a virtuous ful
filment of inspired prophecy.
They call this Seminary the "School of ihe Proph
ets." W'ell named, if they mean, such "prophets" as
Jeremiah and Ezekiel camo to denounce and rebuke.
1 remember wuen I was a prisoner here, we used
in our pious pride to rail ihe hill on whHi the Somi
narysiauds, "ihe Hill of Z.o i," and "Mount Zion."
It seemed to me (hen. in reality, more like the (noun,
tains of Gilboa under the curse of the poetic mourner
of Saul and Jonathan. I may well say 1 was n pris
oner there. I askec in ihe most courteous and chris
tian manner to be dismiised for a tune, lo perforin nu
anti-slavery ngeney. Several had just gone for vari
ous other purpuses. But my answer was a mag s enal
So, ncronipanied by the admonition to beware of
the Anti Slater; cause, as I would hope to succeed in
Ihe ministry. Then I asked In be disi h uged tr.im the
Institution for good anil all. I met u similar answer,
with more Solemn and frightful intimations abul tlm
difficulty ofeetlinn parishes under certain circumstan
ces Bui, said I, you have just discharged Juhn A .
Collins from my class for n similar purpose. Yes,
they said, and we worn glad to be rid ol him. Col
lins was at that lime perfectly Orilmdnx hut whk a
troublcr nf our Israel, especially on our town-meeting
days, by his ami slavery. 1 escaped, a lugitive, and
One encouraging circumstance. Tho number of
studenis is gradually diminishing. Slavery will bo
abolished as we undermine these sanctified sliamheU
of sacerdotal sorcery. And ihe spell is broken. Tho
people dare to be born, baptized, married and buried,
without a priest. And thev will snn risk their sal
vation wuhnut them. And then there may be hopo
that they may be saved. '
Which auk Bauiiakians? Lieut Greenwood, in
his "Campaign in Alfjliauistun," speaks with horror
of "Affghao ferocity," and relalos un illustrative an
ecdote. A Kyberee boy, aged six cars, was observ
ed by a drills!) soldier handling a large knife, and en
deavoring io hack off the head of a dead colored ser
geant, for his private amusement. "There is a fero
city about lhtsi Afghans," observed the tender heart
ed lieutenant, "which they seem lo imbibe with their
mother's milk." And then to show our superiority
over the barbarous tribes of Asia, he adds: "The
young urchin was so completely absorbed in his sav
age task, thai he heeded not the approach of the sol
dier, who coolly took him on his bayonet and threw
him over the cliff!" Admirable mamiest-tuong i.f
European refinement! Under such instructors the
Affghanscan hardly fail to become civilized! Ga tcs
head (Eng ) Observer.
Ajcst sentiment "Whatever we see of good,
we should dare to sustain, without slopping to inquiro
whether it "bear the imBge and superscription of C.c
sar," or not. Whatever we see of wrons we should
cry out against; whether it be in low places, or high
places whether it be the pilfering hen-roosts, or plun
denng cradles; whether it be of robbing a manof his
purse or of himsolf; whether it be chaining the limbs,
or crushing the soul; whether it be making a woman
a toy or a chattel; whether it be fl ittering or noggin"
her; whether it be raising and dragging her away in
chains to the south-western market, or ruinously
training her under the forced culture of our fashiona
ble boarding schools, and drawing rooms, for the
War. Ii h&s bren estimated by Dr. 'Thos. Dick
that since the creation of the world, fourteen ihnnJ
and millions of beings had fallen in the battles which
man had waged against his fellow creature man!
If the forefingers only of these beings were to be laid
ir, a straight line they would reach more than six
thousand miles beyond the moon.
Love There is a love lhat is strong iK.n
death, and deeper than life; for whose sake, sacrifice
is light; ay, even unfelt. It is a love, which, born of
the pure and fresh feelings of youth, grows with your,
growth and strengthens with your strength; a love
which wouiu give sweetness to a paluce and glory lo
a cottage; a love prepared lo suffer, endure, and yet
suffice unto its own happiness; tried by time, by doubt,
even by despair, yet living on; the heart's dearest
hope, and life's dottiest tie.
John J roit. Printer.
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