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From the AntiCorn-Law League.
A LITHOGRAPHIC SKETCH.
Tia a cold and gloomy winter's day,
Heayy and damp with fog;
And a aqnalid wretch on the pavement way
Is crouching down like a dog:
Like a poor and famished dog that now,
Neither cart nor truck may draw,
That tqualid wretch with care-worn brow,
Put forth hi skeleton paw.
On the aurface flat of the pavement stone
Cleansed with his ragged cuff
He chalks, he chalks, with moan and with
Sketching his work in the rough.
Chalking chalking chalking away,
Characters fair, in colors gay;
A record of misery, talent, and want.
With hungry belly and fingers gaunt.
.saangors hurry, hurry along,
With aorrowful heart, or gay;
tAichand poora motley throng
Pas over the pavement away:
But none, save the needy, slacken their speed,
1 o gaze on the writing there;
None, but the wretched, can tarry to read
That famished wretch's prayer.
He has chalked and chalked all his chalk
Making the very pavement prayi
And ahow us how stones may come out in
To soften with pity nten't hcartt of flint.
Mockery! cruel mockery all !
In a land of mocking and groans,
Where the pamper'd steed feeds high in the
While Christians starve on ihe stones!
One word! only one appears on the stone,
In characters bom and lair;
But oh 1 that word is of skin and bone !
" Starving" is written there.
Starving, in flourishes chalked on the ground
Starving in colors so gay,
.Like the rich who can revel in luxury roond
Our famishing forms ol clay.
Starving starving starving !
With maddening hunger and cold,
While the holy Bishop in carving
His viands on dishes of gold !
Oh, the shivering wretch may hide hie head,
And his eye tj hollow and dim,
For life to the fat church livings has fled,
And Death may grapple with him.
Oh, land of mockery, wealth, and wo,
Aland of riches and rags,
Where the alien rides in pomp and show,
And the native starves on the flags !
Mockery mockery mockery alU
A land of mocking and groans,
Where the pamper'd steed feeds high in the
While Christian! starve on' the ttonet!
From the Youth' Monthly Visiter.
"In the year 1844, near the city of Louis
ville. Ky., as the sexton went to open a
grave yard, he found there a slave mother
digging a grave for her own infant, which,
without shroud or coffin, was lying by her
on the earth. Her mistress had sent her
thus to bury her infant, to save the expense
of grave-clothes and coffin!" Mr. Need
ham's Speoch in the late Liberty Conven
tion, June 13, 1845.
BY REV. J. BLANCHARD.
Am: '.Iraby's Daughter?
The slavemother leaned on her mattock
At the grey of the dawn, in that home of the
Where the tall city's shade made each
green grave look dreary,
Though spangled with tears which kind na
ture had shed.
But she recked not that cold dews were
falling around her,
Though weary with toil, and though faint
ing for food,
For the last tie was broke which to feel
ing had bound her,
And froze een the fondness for life in her
BY REV. J. BLANCHARD. II.
Her children, as mothers love, once she
had loved them;
Bat sold were they all Bave the corpse by
God saw all her fears for her child, and re
And her last pulse of hope with her lastbabe
O, then, though she knew when its young
eves nrst met her,
In language of smiles which the lips could
She thought that its safety in death was
Than the joy she had felt when it breathed
on her cheek.
BY REV. J. BLANCHARD. II. III.
And she prayed, as she turned to her
stranco task, preparine
The shroudless and coffinless rest for her
That soon her torn breast might her babe's
sleep be sharing,
Her heart no more rung, and her brain no
For she said, while around her damp va
Rose chill from the moist turf which cover
1 ed the crave,
That earth was less cold than the heart of
And death far less drear than the life of a
COMPLAINTS OF THE POOR.
BY ROBERT SOUTHEY.
And wherefore do the poor complaint
The rich man asked of me;
Come walk along with me, said I,
And I will answer thee.
Twas evening, and the frozen streets
Were cheerless to behold:
Jtad we were wrapt and coated well,
But yt we felt the cold.
We met an old bare-headed mailt
His lock were few and white; f
I ask'd him what he did abroad,
In that cold winter night.
Twas bitter keen, indeed he said,
Hut at home no hre had be;
And therefore had he come abroad,
I o ask for chanty.
We met a young bare-footed child,
ne pegged loud and ooiu.
And therefore had she come abroad,
When the wind it is so cold.
She said her father was at home,
And he lay sick in bud;
And, therefore was it she was sent
Abroad to beg for bread.
We saw a woman sitting down
Upon a stone to rest,
She had a baby at her back,
Another at her breast.
I asked her why she loitered there:
When the wind it blew so chill,
She turned her head and bade the child,
That screamed behind, be still.
She told us that hei husband served,
A soldier, far away,
And therefore, to her parish she
Was begging back her way.
We met a girl, her dress was loose,
And sunken was her eye;
Who with the wanton's hollow voice;
Addressed the passer by.
I ask'd her what there was in guilt,
That could her heart allure
To shame disease and late remorse
She answered, she was poor.
I turned me to the rich man then,
For silently stood he:
You asked me why the poor complain,
And these have answered thee.
From the Christian Citizen.
A Story containing a Moral for those
who can discover it.
BY S. E. C., OF PORTSMOUTH, N. H.
Aaron Horton, A. M., was the teacher of
our school, and a good old man he was. He
was not, it U true, wise above other men.
not very clearheaded, excepting in Latin and
Greek, and .Mathematics. He did not seem
to know much beyond his vocation that of
teaching the young idea how to shoot into
Grammars and Lexicons. He wrote most
classically and beautifully, and his pronunci
ation was without a fault that must be con
fessed. He never dreamed the good old
man that any thing was needed for boys ex
cepting what ho was accustomed to teach;
and as tor their behaving better, he would
say, "Don't they now behave as well as boys
did when l was a boyt " It was a pattern
school! N one of the modern follies, rash ex
periments, and financial notions had crept in
to it. The good master had a holy horror of
all innovations; he loved a quiet life, good
Jiving, the prompt pay of the quarter bills;
and he was never disturbed or troubled ex
cept when the boys happened to behave very
much worse, or very much better than was
Of course he was sadly perplexed one day, :
when he was told that one of the boys, John :
Webster, had struck another, Charles Ed-
wards, and Charles had not returned the blow.
1 le could comprehend how it happened that
one boy struck another, for that was not un
common; he had done so himself when at
school, and been flogged for it by his master;
that was all straight. But the forbearance of
Charles this to him was a mystery!
"1 must look into it," says he, "Charles
is no coward, I see that by his looks. There
is something out of rule in this; 1 don t recol
lect such a case; I never even read of such a
thing, except among the Quakers, and it
can't be that such folly has crept into my
school. It would be most disgraceful! Why
couldn't these boys have fought it out like
men, and kept the whole from my ears!
in ow, what to do, puzzles me. l shall have
to give the school my notions of what self
defence demands of us; after whipping the boy
The next morning the school assembled as
usual. Every boy was in his place. In
walked Master Horton with more than usual
dignity. He ascended the desk,, opened the
mole, read a chapter, and then prayed, in ex
actly the same words he had used for his
whole school life, finishing with the Lord's
prayer, asking forgiveness as we forgive oth
ers. Prayer concluded, he called before him the
culprits. John, knowing that all defense was
vain, plead guilty in the hope of some miti
gation of the punishment: "1 thought Charles
pushed me, and I struck him, for I was very
'You have done exceedingly wrong." cx
claimed Master Horton, "you have broken
the law ot the school; being angry is no ex
cuse; one wrong does not excuse another."
Growing eloquent, he raised his voice, placed
himself in an oratorical attitude, and contin
ued: "You know that I have forbidden all
quarreling and fighting among my scholars:
and as long as I am at the head ot the school,
I will punish ever boy who strikes another.
no matter for what! What is the use of laws
which you can break when you please) Pre
pare lor punishment! some boy there hand
me the rod."
Here, Charles Edwards, who up to this
time had stood by camly and tranquilly, burst
out, "riease lorgive nun, sir! he did not hurt
ine; do lorgive him!
"Be silent!" replied the Master; "I have a
reckoning with you too, sir."
John's punishment was more severe than
usual, for Master Morton was very much ex
cited; but poor John bore it without win
It is supposed by some that a man mav
become so much accustomed to using the rod,
as to be able to use it without being angry,
and without getting angry in the process, and
may strike with perfect equanimity of tem
per. Int so, on thM occasion st least, with
Master Horton, His inward feolinga sym
pathized with the outward act; and alter John
had been soundly whipped, Master Horton
looked as it he would rejoice to have another
victim. So he turned towards Charles:
"Now, don't think to impose upon me with
your affected kindness. 1 have dealt with
too many boys for that! I will know the
wnoie. JNow tell me why you did not come
to me and complain, when John struck you,
or why you did not try to defVnd yourielf?
re you a tool, or a cowardt
"My father," replied Charles, "when he
sent me to this school, told me never to
"All right," said the Master; "he is a wise
man! I gave the same rule to inv scholars.
I have just whipped a boy for fighting. But
uia your lather tell you not to delend your
sulff" "Please, sir," said Charles, "he forbade
me to strike any one, for any purpose; he told
me kindness and forgiveness were the best
"Is your father a fool!" exclaimed the
Master "Take your seat."
t Tho master was very angrv. The veins in
his forehead swelled, and his nostrils were
dilated, because of the presumption of the
boy in bringing such fanaticism into the
school. But Very wisely knowing his frailty
of old, he dismissed tho subject, saying:
"I shall, at the opening of the school this
afternoon, explain what is the duty of boys
in this matter. :ow, attend to your les
In the tifternoon he gave us tho promised
light. When he began his sermon he affec
ted to be very calm; he spoke slowly and em
phatically: "Boys," said he, "you know I am for
peace. There is nothing I so much insist
upon as that there shall be no fighting among
you. Have 1 not this very morning flogged
a boy tor striking anomer: i snail always
do so. There must be no fighting while I
am master." Here he clenched his fist.
"1 should like to catch any of you a fighting.
You would have me to reckon with!
"But," he continued, "I have another most
solemn duty to perform." Here his voice
became subdued and impressive. "I must
warn you against the foolish notions which
modern fanatics are striving to establish.
What absurdity! They would overthrow all
government. Don't you see it? We read of
injunctions to fight in the very scriptures!
One great Teacher said if he wore of this
world he would fight. It is very clear.
"I am for peace; and because I am for
peace I cannot let the new fanatical opinions
come into my school. War is the world's
emphatic curse; and to prevent tear it is nec
essary to fight. I mean, to fight sometimes,
on proper occasions. My conscience will
not permit me to say more in favor of war
than this. Nor is it necessary; for you have
no temptation to fight, except when you deem
it important for you to fight. Tho cause of
Peace is injured by fanaticism! For instance,
if I were to tell you all lying was wrong, I
mean in every case all .fighting, I mean
then I say, then ."
Here the Master got entangled in his
own p.TTimitiit, and came to an abrupt stop.
But feeling that something more was nec
essary, he called up William White., and
desired him to say what ho thought on the
subject. Now, William was a very strait
forward boy; ho was all logic, without the
least tact or poetry in his composition; he was
the best mathematical scholar in the school.
Master Horton made a bad choice, for Wil
liam had been puzzling his head over the
Master s language, and could not make head
or tail of it. When ordered, however, he
marched down to the desk, and stood like a
post, with his mouth open, and his eyes fix
ed on that of the Master.
"Tell me," said Master Horton. "what I
havs been saying about war and peace. I
know you understand mo."
" Yes sir; I think you said, fighting wa
always wrong, and sometime right."
"1 said no such foolish thing," exclaim
ed the Master, in a towering passion. "Try
William was very anxious to please his
Master, and to acquit himself well before his
school fellows; so he spoke again with great
care and deliberation.
" You meant, sir that war was not always
wrong; of that I am certain; and I think you
said that it was always unchristian."
The Master was confounded, and lost all
his presence of mind; determined to get a
proper answer trom William, he roared out:
"Mrrahiif you do not immediately give
me a proper answer, I will flog you!"
wuuam wis inghtened, and could not re
member a single word the Master had said
on the subject, except the last sentence a
bout lying; and the Master's doctrine about
war was so puzzling that he thought he
would shift tho ground:
" Sir, you said that all lying, except when
necessary, was very wrong."
At this juncture the boys could not help
it the whole school broke out into a roar of
laughter, and Master Horton, having no oth
er resource, laughed himself.
After the uproar had subsided, Master,
Horton remarked that he would more fully
explain his opinions on the subject on some
future opportunity but such opportunity
From the Communist.
That this is a powerful stimulant no one
I presume will deny. The fact that it is so,
is proved beyond a doubt by tho effect it has
upon an individual when he commences us
ing it. How often do wo see the beginner
reel and stagger, sicken nud vomit, in con
sequence of its stimulating and poisonous
effects! Go into a public house, or any
house where there is tobacco smoking, and
see the choking and trouble of breathing
among those who do not use the poisonous
plant. Go into the cabin of a steamboat
where there are several smoking, and gee
those who do not use tobacco, who may
chance to go into the room, struggle for
breath; and finally, as it stimulates and sick
ens them, leave to get breath in pure air.
: See the effects of it when applied to ani
mals of any kind, in any form; it is sicken
ing and deadening to animal life. Let me
auk the observing and reflecting mind, if to
bacco docs, as we have seen, thus affect an
imal life, what is it but an unnatural,timuUf
ting, sickening, deadening narcotic!
And as it hag such a banetul encct upon
man and animals, and as many who use the
weed know that it deadens their finer feel
ings, stupifies their memory aud reason, and
in short, throws their mental and physical
organization into an unnatural and conse
quently, a depraved state ought not they
to speak out, and show to tlieir fellow suf
ferers the terrible effects it has upon their
system? Many have done it, and among
those have been distinguished physicians.
What man, knowing tho effects of Tobacco
will still continue using it, and let his neigh
bor remain in ignorance of its baneful ef
fects! It is wrong. It is encourageing sui
cide It is downright murder by indirect
means! Anything taken in the domain of
human lite over stimulates, or in other woras
causes the organs either physically or men
tally to act beyond their natural functions,
influences a relaxed state of them after the
stimulation is over; yet it debilitates and
weakens their normal strenith: and as stim
ulation causes them to over do, and conse
quently weakens them, the morp they are
stimulated, the more they nre weakened and
depraved, and therefore the sooner worn out:
and if tiiey arc worn out and life extinguish'
ed before nature would direct; then, I ask
what can we mako of it but a suicidal, mur
derous act? Can we tako any other view
of the point at issue? Suicide, is self-murder.
Murder, as generally understood, is
the act of one or more t.iking the lifo of at
individual. IS ow as we have seen that lo-
bacco shortens a man's life and murders his
better nature, what is he who uses the weed
but a suicide? and he who helps others to
it, but a murderer?
I know these are bold and glaring state
ments. Bat we know, suicide, and murder
is murder, whether they take place instantly
or tardily. To see a man chewing or smok
ing tobacco, or taking snuff, is bad enough.
But to see a woman the ornament of all cre
ated things, smoking a pipe or snuffing the
the filthy stuff into her head is horrible!
I believe Tobacco was made to be paten
by an animal; and what this animal is, is
well enough known to tobacco cultivators
and those who have been through the fields
where it grows. W hat do you think this
animal is? Do you think it is man! I will
tell you what it is. it is a green worm,
which, when lull grown, is about ttie size
and length of a man's linger. This worm
eats the plant when in its green growing
state and grows very fast; yea he is a vora
cious eater, and causes the tobacco-grower a
great deal of trouble. So greedy are these
tobacco eaters as olten to cause the cultiva
tor to set out the plants three or four times
before he can raise a crop.
And man, the "Lord of Creation" conde
scends to put himself on a level with this
worm! No; it is not on a level; it is below
the worm for that was made to eat tho to
bacco plant, which is adapted to his wants;
but it is not adapted to the natural wants of
man. What! man, "ihe soul ol the world
the intellectual and moral sensorium of
nature," stoop so low as to tako this
worm's daily food from his mouth, cram it
into his own, and say it is good, it is sweet,
Now take another view of the subject.
Let us peep into society take a view of the
public and privato houses. Go we into a
meeting house, and what do we see? Ah,
many a tongue is ready to exclaim there
have been tobacco chewc.rs here, and they
have spit their tobacco juice all over the
house! What miserable scenery! It looks
more fit for a pandemonium than for a hoii.se
of worship! Go we into the tavern we be
hold the same. Go we into private houses,
or where we will, if tobacco chewers are
constantly around, we see the stain of its
What think Toil "yo daughters ofZion"
of this filthy practice? Are you fond of
having young men como near you, whose
mouths are stuffed with tobacco, and lips
stained with its juice, and whoso breath is
saturated with its disagreeable odor? Do
you like the fumes of a segarl How de
lightful it must be to your sense of smell!
And on the other hand, what think you
young men "Y'e gallant sons of liberty,"
of young women who take snuff! Think
you they aro better for so doing? or their
heads any clearer? Were you all of mind,
one short word would answer these questions.
I appeal to you all to bear me witness, if
Tobacco, as used by man and woman at the
present day, is not one of the most inconve
nient, filthy, deadening narcotics that man
kind are in the habit of using?
One word more Ye who have your health
who strive for happiness, think of these
things; and see for yourselves if there is
any truth in the foregoing; and if you can
profit by any thing that has been said, do'so;
if not, do as you tee lit to do; for all that has
been said, you have gratuitously "Without
money and without price."
G. W. ROLLINS.
Brtamt, the poet of whom America majr h
proud, it travelling in Europe. The Sew York
Kvemng Post oonluiut frequent letters from lua
lrt I tin nt pen. fie graphically describes some of
the workings of tho "peculiar institutions" of
Ureal Britain, tor John Hull, as well b Jona
than, has them. Qh! the misery and starvation
which full upon the millions in that con n r y .
It it the legitimate fruits of the present property
arrangements which oblaina, in lln country in
full force and inu-t toon produce Ilia frightful
results, an terluuily, as I he cuudif produce like
We copy the following from tbo Pout, and re
gret tbel Ilia liimU of our paper h ill not allow
ill to publish the letter in i xieiino:
"Uj;ing i refined by the new police regu
lation in 1 on !on, and waul ektiUsii holes
and corners, and pre fin in petitions where it
cannot be overheard by men armed with the au
tharity of the law. There is a great deal of
famine in London, faaid a friend to mi tha oth
er day,) but the police regulation! drive it out
of sight. Aa I wai going through Oxford street
lately. 1 saw an elderly man of small statue,
poorly dreued, with a mahogany coinpleMon:
talking lowly before me. Aa I paned him he
aid in my ear, with a hnlluw voice, " I am elarv-
Ing to drain with hunter," and them worm and
that hollow voice sounded in my car all that
" Walking on Hnmntead Heath k day or two
since, with an Knglish friend, we were accosted
by two laborera, who wera Kitting on a bank,
and who laid that they had coma to that neigh
borhooa in earcn ot employment in hay making
hut had nut been able to get either employment
or food. My friend appeared to distrust their
story. But in tha evening, as wa were walking
home, we passed a company ol soino lour or
five laborers in Rocks with bludgeuiia in their
hand, who aiiked ua tor something to eat. 'Yon
sue how it ia gentlemen,' laid one of them, 'wa
are strong; wa have come for work, and nobody
will hire in; we have had nothing to eat all
day." Their tone was disnaliffied, almost mena
cing; and the Englishman who was with us re
furred to it several limea afterwards with an tx
prcoxion of anxiety and alarm.
"I bear it often remarked bore, that tha dif
ference of condition between the poorer and rich
er classes becomes greater every day, and what
the end will be, the wisest pretend not to foresee.
Reform in TFrilljn Language We have pub
lished from lime to lime, brief notices of tha
great improvement rimmed to have been recant
ly made in Written Language, or the communi
cation of ideas by characters which hat bean en
titled 1'uoNouiiApiir. Wo have not found lime
to obtain even an impcrl'eot acquaintance with
it, and can give but a cruJe idea of ill principal
featiiraa. l'honography implies the wriring ac
cording to found, rejecting the arbitrary charac
ter heretofore employed. The Fliunographio
Alphabet consisting ol some forty characters,
each representing one distinct sound & no nlif. ma
king had spelling & mispronunciation imt-0 sible.
The imperfection of our present n-ode ul writ
ing are glaring and peruiuioiia The letter A
baa soverel different sound tha learner muit
guess which of them is right in Ilia lesson before
him the letter 0 has no distinct aouiid at all,
no uho in the Ungnai; except as an ornamental.
The best scholar rws not know how Iw should
pronounce read, lead, and me ny other wurde, un
til lie has glanced along the linn to pea what tha
word means; which it ought of itself to indicate.
Phonography obviates all these doled, ao that
fa well informed friand assures its) a child or ig
norant person may luarn to read well (spelling
included) in two or three souks at farthest.
A". Y. Tribune.
A Good Hkmakk. The lloston Couriei
snys "Aaron Burr men a Clirintian, accord
ing to the New York Times. So much tha
better for himself. I f he bad lived a Chris
tian, how much better would it have been
for the world."
Isold Fiotne ok m-klcii. At Ihe great
council of the S'iiiiT.t N ation, held Inst week
near llulfalu, the subject of removing these In
diana across the Mississippi being under discus
im,everl duels insisted that Ihe whiles had nnt
kept to the terms they promised to the bands of
Iroquois, which had already migrated to l.reen
Bay, from thin Slate. Ouo Indian speaker, John
Mitten, said "that be wished to remain near Ilia
L' raves of his red fathers, till the Ureal Pplrit
called him home; thai ho had not confidence in
his whit fathers; why should he have? Ilss
white fullers had murdered llteir Smior, mni
what kind of treatment cnulit a poor Indian txfsct
from men who had killed the son of Coa!"
He who is anxious to know what others
say of him destroys his own peace.
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