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THE VOICE OF FREEDOM.
The subject of the following poetical memento wag a
child of Dea. Harvey Spalding, of this place, or rather, of
Berlin, who died in October last, aged 11 year. Olive
had for a long time been a member-of the Sabbath School
of which the editor lias the superintendence. She exhibit
ed a remarkable meeVness, simplicity and purity of chris
tian character, and for a year or more preceding her de
parture, evinced a lively interest in the cause of the op
pressed. On her death-bed, sha manifested strong confi
dence in the Saviour. When Inquired of by her mother,
what should be done with her money, the reply was, " Give
it to Mr. Knanp, for the poor slave." As the executor of
Olive's will, we have presented the contents of her purse
a little less than a dollar to the anti-slaverv treasury. To
MS, this death-bed testimonial of a child, in favor of the cause
of the slave, is more precious than the favor of all the po
tcntaleg and princes of the earth.
WBJTTEN ON IHI DEATH OF OlIVE P. SPALDING,
'Twas Sabbath morn,
The shadows of the night wore fled J
That night was one of anxious care
A iro!hcr watched beside her child,
And often, bending o'er her couch,
She breathed a falt'ring sigh.
Those eyes grew dim, those chevls wefa wan ;
Those lips the hue of death disclosed,
And, as she pressed her throbbing pulss,
She felt that life was ebbing fast.
That mother saw that they must part !
Ah ! bitter grief now filled her heart ;
Long had she watched her dying child,
With unremitting cars ;
Asd oft she strove in various ways,
The meek one's sufferings to assuage.
Each effort proved a vain attempt
To rescue Olive from the grave :
Death's impress rested on her brow 5
Meekly resigned the Christian bows,
Nor thinks to doubt her Father's claim,
To take the blessings first He gave.
She bears the message to her child ;
No fear disturbs her tranquil breast,'
Firm on the Rock her hopes aro placed ;
The Lamb of God immaculate
Hath shed his blood : that blood halh scaled
Her title to an immortal crown.
With looks serene with voice composed,
She hastes her wardrobe to dispose.
That Holy Book her guide to Heaven
To Cynthia's care is kindly given :
The lowly African, oppressed
lly cruel bodage galling chain
Her tender sympathies invite,
To sever chains that tyrants forge,
To enlighten souls in darkness groping
And guide them in the path to Hsavon,'
For this her purse, was freely given.
Ah ! now that child was truly blest !
The scenes of earth receding fast,
The goal of perfect love in veiw.
"Twas Sabbath morn her hour had epise :
Ye angels hov'ring round her bed,
Waiting her spirit to attend
To those bright realms where Jesus roigns !
Ye mourning friends with sslcmn tresrl,
Come view her earthly home dissolve.
The silver cord is loosing fast,
The purple flood retarded flows,
The heaving lungs refuse to move ;
Ah ! this is death ! the soul
Departing to its God.
Calm as an infant sinks to rest,
Reposing on its mother's breast ;
Or like the orient orb of day,
That somelimes winds through clouds his way
Until his course is almost run,
When cloads disporse and golden rars
Reflect a pure, a brilliant light.
Thus Olive died ! her sky serene :
Yea, beatific visions seemed
Fast dawning on her viow. !
Lo ! Jordans waves her footsteps lave,
Dauntless she treads the surging wave,
Reclining on her Saviour's arm.
Lot Fancy trace her upward flight.
Guided by revelation's light ;
Swift on the wings of love she flies
To meet her Saviour in the skies :
Clad in the robe her Saviour wrought,
With groans and blood on Calvary's mount ;
At Heaven's portals, lo, she waits,
Till op'ning wide the heavenly gates
A radient form her entrance greets.
Spotless and pure a seraph now,
She hastens near the throne to bow ;
Receives the welcome plaudit come,
Faithful and good, thy work is done ;
Receive the joys for those prepar'd,
Who served on earth their dying Lord.
A golden harp her hands embrace,
Joyous she tunes the notes of praise,
That with seraphic choirs unite
fpreading through all the realms of light !
And now repair,
Not to the scenes ol painful care,
But to the closet's calm retreat,
There bowing at the Saviour's feet,
Like hor who washed his feet with tears.
So may'-st thou shed tho silent tears
Which fond afloction justly claims.
But mother ! though affection's tears
Are failing fast yet smiles would seem
A fitting guest upon thy brow ;
Smile that thy child had entered now
The Sabbath of elsrnal rest ;
Smile that her conflicts now are o'er,
That sin annoys her peace no mors !
Smile that her happy spirit soars
Whore streams of endless pleasure flows !
Yes, mother ! when life's day is o'er
Then shall thy spirit quickly soar,
To greet thy child in realms above,
Where sighs are changed for songs of love.
Chslsea, Jan. 28th, 1830,
From the N. Y. Evangelist.
LETTERS FROM DR. BE MAN.
London, March , 1839.
The captain who had been uniformly kind to
me, ns an invalid, ana who nuu receivuu, us ne
said, a special charge, from the agent ii New
York, to take good care of me, saw me securely
seated on the box, before he left me, and we were,
in a moment, under lull speed lor the great n)e
tronolis. Coach traveling is much finer in Eng'
land than in any other part of the) world. Every
tiling is nearly perfect in its kind. The roads are
smooth and hard and the horses not large, nor ve
ry remarkable for their elegance, but generally well
made and fleet; and it js never necessary to take
a minute observation of objects at rest, in order to
ascertain whether the coach is in motion, or not.
Ten miles, per hour, is the usual speed. And,
then, there are no delays on the road. One min
ute is enough to discharge one team, and take nn
other. In nil the changes which take place, there
is an entire freedom from that furious and hurri
cane manner which is very annoying to a quiet
traveller. 1 know not what truth and justice may
require me to record hereafter, but so far as my
trip to London is concerned, 1 can say, that 1 wit'
nessed none of that important swaggering, none of
these low and limping attemps at wit, nothing of
that downright prolane and broad vulgarity, winch,
1 am sorry to say, characterize too many ot the
public conveyances of our own country.
Mv observations on the country may be coin
pressed into a few particulars. The road from
Portsmouth to London does, bv no means, pass
through the most picturesque or productive part of
Lnffliind: but still the country, especially to
stranger, is not without its interest, lhc holds,
thousrh at the commencement of I'ehruary, were
clothed in the most beautiful and perfect verdure.
The wheat fields, especially, were very attractive.
The Brain is planted, by a machine, in drills of
about four inches apart, and the young and tender
bladys appeared as uniform and ven as it every
seed had been deposited by hand. The cattle and
sheen were grazing, at large, upon the heaths and
commons the former not remaiKaoie lor size or
beauty, certainly not superior to those which are
ordinarily met with in our own country, but the
latter were peculiarly fine. Those which feed up
on what are called the south downs, furnish the
tenderest and the finest flavored mutton in Eng
land. Whether it is owing to the particular kind
of sheep, or to some peculiar quality in their food,
I am not able to say. It is not improbable, how
ever, that it is to be attributed to the last named
cause. The farms are in a state of high cultiva
tion, and the farm-houses present a perfect picture
of neatness and economy. Every thing appears
to occupy its own appropriate place, and nothing
is thrown away, or wasted. The large estates of
wealthy gentlemen, and of the nouiuty, a few of
which are seen, here and there, upon this road,
present a piclu re of ebgance and grandeur. To
a native of America, who has never before been in
Europe, they have many attractions, and not the
least among these is their novelty. He cannot
have seen any thing of the kind before. The state
ly mansion, the pleasant grounds, the forests, the
artificial ponds and fountains, the gravel walks,
the lawns, the landscape gardens, are all in a style
peculiar to an old and highly cultivated country ;
and while they speak, in no equivocal terms, of
a proud and lordly aristocracy, yetJ, viewed as the
combined productions of nature and art, they will
be looked at, and admired, even by a plain repub
lican. I could not envy the taste of that man, who
is not moved and delighted by the combinations
of finished elegance, and venerable antiquity,
which are thrown around them. Among others,
we passed the seat of the Duchess of Kent, the
mother of the present Queen of England. It was
formerly the residence of Prince Leopold, now
King of Belgium. We passed by one ancient and
venerable ruin, during the day, tho remains of a
Roman Catholic Chapel, said to have been erected
more than S00 years ago. Its mouldering col
umns, and half demolished walls, read, to the pass
ing traveller, a grave and thrilling lecture upon
the mutability of things. Man and his proudest
monuments of art, must soon decay. The memo
ry of both will be blotted out, so that the places
that-'now know them, shall know them no more.
The country between Portsmouth and London
abounds with that kind of commons, called heaths,
covered with a plant of the same name, which
makes a very fine appearance when crowned with
its multitude of gay and brilliant flowers. One
of these commons, called Black Heath, is more es
pecially worthy of notice. It is vast in extent,
broken and rugged in its surface, and, clothed as
it is, in its dark brown mantle, presents a wild and
romantic appearance. In the sandy heights of
this heath, there is a gulf or chasm, around which
the road winds, in fearful nearness to the brink,
called " The Devil's Punch Bowl." It is circu
lar at the upper end, near the public highway, and,
in its form resembles a bowl, while, at the lower
end, there is a narrower channel, furnishing an out
let for the water which, in rainy weather, must
accumulate in great quantities, at this particular
point. The chasm, like its name, is terrific. How
it came by its cognomen, I am not informed. That
it resembles a bowl of most enormous dimensions,
a singie glance of the eye can tell ; but whether it
was called the Deuel's Flinch Jhwl, because some
one has secretly discovered, that satan is fond of
" the good creature, in this particular lorm, or be
cause it is large enough to satisfy the thirst even
of such a being, if he were a toper, or because it
h;is been shrewdly conjectured, that large potations
of the beverage are necessary, in order to retain
the allegiance of his devoted subjects, I shall sub
mit to the curious in such matters to decide. At
nil hazards, the appropriation of the name, plain
ly indicates, that the Punch Bowl belongs, some
how, to the fraternity ; and the amazing capaci
ty of thi3 particular vessel, that large supplies are
necessary in carryingon and perfecting the schemes
of evil. The coachman called my attention to a
line marble monument, standing upon the very
margin of this great bowl, with an inscription up
on it, intended to perpetuate the memory of a foul
murder which- had been committed, some years
since, on this very spot. The victim was a sail
or, who, perhaps," after braving the dangers of the
deep, in quest of gain, or who after sustaining the
flag of his country, on some far distant seas,' was
now hastening home, with his little savings, it may
be, to the embraces of a widowed mother, to bless
her closing days; or possibly he was returning to
the smiles of an affectionate wife and prattling
Nor wife, nor children mora shall he behold,
Nor friends, nor sacred home."
lie was here met and murdered by three Irish
men. They were arrested and tried, and, upon
conviction, were finally executed upon this very
spot. I surveyed the dark scene around me, and
it appeared more than ever adapted to deeds of
" It was a wild and strange retreat,
As e'er was trod by outlaw's feet."
And when, in connection with this sad story, it
was announced by the coachman, " this is the Dev
il s Punch Lioittl, the picture seemed complete.
Murder and the gallows, were never more fitly a
sociated, than when placed side by side, upon the
margin of the Devil's Punch Bowl. The great
instigator of murder, had.no doubt, as preparatory
to the fearlul deed, administered the latal and de
We arrived in London early in the evening,
where I will rest awhile, and of whose wonders
you may expect to hear, at some future date.
N. S. S. BEMAN.
From the Journal of Commerce.
The Memory of the Departed,
About three years since, while residing in the
village of N , I was first introduced to Miss
L. She was the orphan daughter of the late
General L. (a distinguished officer in the U. S.
Army,) and the only child of her widowed moth
er. W hen 1 first saw her clad in the weeds she
wore for her recently deceased father, I was par
ticularly struck with her personal loveliness and
beauty. The charm of " rosy cheek" and ruby
lips were distinctly marked upon her lovely face
while her full bright eye bespoke unusual in
telligence of mind and amiableness of heart and
her dark hair, parted plainly upon her beautiful
forehead, gave a soft finish to the striking contour
of her features.
Mrs. L. and daughter had come to make N
their permanent winter residence, and more mi
nute acquaintance discovered that Miss L. was not
dependent solely on her personal charms to recom
mend her to admiration. She was indeed beau
tiful but more than this, she possessed a highly
gifted mind, which had been carefully cultivated.
IN o pains or expense had been spared in her edu
cation, and her attainments were already quite
superior: for, though at this time but IS years of
age, she was laminar with several languages,
her reading was extensive, and she was skilled
n many af the elegant accomplishments. Indeed
one needed but a short acquaintance with her to
be assured that for solidity of character, intelli
gence of mind, and loveliness of temper, as well
as elegance of manners, Miss L. was destined to
shine in every circle which enjoyed her presence.
It was not strange, then, that she was the pride
and joy of that widowed one, who clung to her as
her earthly all. Uiten have 1 looked upon mat
mother and daughter, so happy in their mutual
affections the former so blessed in the child, who
seemed to realize her fondest expectations, and
the daughter so devoted, so confiding ; and have
said to myself, surely there is domestic bliss even
for the widow and the orphan !
Two years pxst on. Miss L. was the more
beloved as she was more known, but best esteem
ed by those who knew her best. For while she
mingled occasionally in the? social circles ot IN.,
and was universally admired and caressed, the
greatest part oi her time was devoted to the hap
piness of her mother, and to the continued improve
ment of her own mind. JIy distance from her was
such, that 1 could not olicn see her ; but 1 always
met her on the sacred solemn day," in the sanc
tuary; and her meek and solemn aspect, her fixed
and careful attention to the instructions of divine
truth, caused me to hope, that with all her get-
tings, she was seeking that wisdom which eometh
from above. The 6equel of her history encour
ages the belief that I was not mistaken. She
was still somelimes seen in the " gay and festive
hall," and in those scenes of amusement to which
her station in life, and her early associates had led
her, but now there was an expression on her
countenance which said, her heart was not there.
About a year since, I met her in company with
a few of our acquaintances, at the home of a
friend, bhe was not well. A cold had occa
sioned an unpleasant courh. which still affected
er. It was not, however, regarded as a serious
indisposition, and excited little apprehension, save
in an anxious mother's heart. I snw hnr in the
pring. She was belter, but not well. The rose
had faded upon her cheek, and her face was thin
and delicate. But it was believed bv pr fripnds
that the warm weather would restore her. The
summer was passed in travelling and visiting her
inenas, and in September she returned to IN. I
soon called to sec her. She was " better, much
better, except that a little cold had renewed her
cough." But she was now sadly changed ! I no
ticed the expression of her mother's face, as she
looked upon her lovely child ; and as I heard the
gentle, soothing words, Mother, you aro too
anxious for me, I am much better,' mv heart sunk
within me with dread forebodings. I feared that
permanent disease had fastened upon her.
The New Year's day had come. It was a day
of gladsome joy friends were greeting friends
pnronts and children were gathered round the
fireside hearth to mingle their congratulations
and the village of N. was rejoicing in the festiv
ities of the season. But there was an upper
chamber in that village, which presented a solemn
scene. Ihere was a lovely, beautiful girl, whom
scarcely twenty summers had ripened into wo
manhood, who had grown up amid the fascina
tions of the world, the object of admiration and
love ' the only child of her mother, and she a
widow' she had now come up and laid herself
upon the bed of death ! ihere was the ago
nized, heart-stricken parent, looking upon the was
ting away of all she loved on earth. There
were kind nnd loving friends, and there was one
to whom this dear young girl had given her early
ove to whom she was affianced ! Uh, how they
all strive to keep strong her hold on life ! And
there were Christian friends, who ' gathered round
her bed, and bent their knees in fervent suppli
cation to the throne of mercy" that the dear loved
one might live. But she for whom they wept and
prayed .was calm composed. She did not long
tor life, bhe could leave the mother whom she
loved as her own soul him to whom her heart
was pledged, and all those doatinir friends. She
looked on all unmoved, and only desired of them,
and prayed thnt they might be reconciled to God's
holy win. -
A few more days, and the last morning of her
brief existence dawned. " My dear mother," said
she, after a season of great suffering, " you must
give me up, I cannot live. Do, dear mother, give
me up to God." The agonized mother replied,
" I do try, my dear, L will." " Oh, how happy,"
said she, " I now feel, for I had rather depart and
be with Christ I want to be with my Saviour!"
The shadows of the evening had scarce begun
to gather, when she said to a friend who sat be
side her, " A cold wind blows over me, and I feel
strangely the room is dark, bring more light."
A light was brought, and her friend observed (lo
her great surprise, for it was not supposed that her
end was near) that the seal of death was on her !
She said, " My dear A., I believe you are dying,
shall I call your mother?" "Yes," said she.
" and call A., and call the children." To her
they came. She could not speak, but kissed
them all. Then placed her attenuated arm a
round her mother's neck her hand in his lo whom
it had been pledged.
The angel of the Covenant
Was come and faithful to his promise Blood
Prepared to walk with her through death's dark vale,
And now her eyes grew bright, and brighter still,
Then closed without a cloud.
They set, as sets the morning star
That goes not down behind the darkened west,
Nor hides obscured among the tempests of the sky,
But melts away into the light of heaven !
Dear youth, who may read this sketch, believe
me it is no picture of the fancy, no tale of the nn
agination. You have read highly colored des
criptions on the page of romance, and your sensi
bilities have been wasted in ideal sorrows. But
here is a scene, the realities of which have been
recently enacted there are hearts now bleeding
under this bereavement, and the wounds thus
made, the consolations of the gospel are alone ad
equate to heal. And what, think you, can recon
cile one to such a scene to such a death ? What
is there that can reconcile one in the spring time
of life, surrounded by the fascinations of the world,
endowed with every gift and grace to charm and
captivate the object of admiration and esteem
lull of new-born hopes of life and happiness with
a chosen one, what is there to reconcile such an
one to death ? How could she leave such a
home, such friends, such prospects, to go alone
through the dark valley to the eternal world ? It
is the cnoss the cross that giveth power. Oh,
how strong a proof is such a scene lo the reality
of the Christian hope! that can rejoice the heart
in early final separation enable it to break every
tie, and wing its way triumphantly to the untried
scenes of another world ! Header, hast thou such
a hope.? youth, beauty, talent, learning, the best
of friends, the. fondest love, are all vain to keep
thee when God calls. He may soon summon
thee. If not this month, perhaps the next per
haps before another year. Whither then will thy
spirit fly? M. S. S. "
From the Evangelist.
Resolutions of the Presbytery of Oxford, on the
subject of Slavery,
Passed at their meeting, March 9ih, 1839.
Whereas, it is apparent to the serious observer
of the signs of the times, that the sin of slavery,
long cherished, as it has been, by many members
of the Presbyterian church, is a prominent cause
of that anger of the Lord which lately covered
with a cloud this daughter of Zion ; and whereas,
it is at all times, but especially in a season of
Providential, chastisement, like the present, the.
duty of ministers of the gospel, and officers in the
house of God, whether in their individual or asso
ciated capacity, to cry aloud and spare not to lift
up their voices like a trumpet, and show the Lord's
people their transgressions, and the house of Ja
cob their sins ; and whereas, several of our minis
ters, and presbyteries, and synods, particularly in
the Southern states, have expressed themselves op
the subject of slavery in such a manner, as, in our
opinion, to call evil good, and good evil to put
darkness for light, and light for darkness to put
bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter while there
is reason to fear that, in regard lo this important
matter, too many of ions watchmen are silent;
and whereas, there is ground to believe that many
in our church are disposed to heal the hurt of the
daughter of our people slightly, saying Peace,
Peace, when their neither is, nor can be peace
that some are building a wall, and others daubiag
it with untempered mortar ; 1 herefore,
Resolved, 1. That in the view of this Presby
tery, the General Assembly of llb declared the
truth of God, when it said, " The voluntary en
slaving of one part of the human race by another,
is a gros3 violation of the most sacred and pre
cious rights of human nature, utterly inconsistent
with the law of God, and totally irreconcilable
with the spirit and principles of the gospel of Christ,
which enjoins, that ' all things whatsoever ye
would that men should do to you, do ye even so
to them See Digest, p. 341.
2. That buying and selling of our fellow-be
ings for the sake of gain ; violently dissolving the
marriage relation ; separating husbands and wives,
parents and children ; withholding from those
whom we may call slaves the word of God, the
ordinances of the gospel, religious instruction, and
the opportunity of ordinary education ; using their
service without wages ; in short, all the distinctive
features of American slavery, are great sins in the
sight ol Uod.
O J . 1 . .
o. iii.ii we ueem u our uuty to remind our
slave-holding brethren, of whatever name, in
spirit of kindness, as we would warn other sinners
of the wrath to come, that the Lord has pronounced
rur..t it : . n u! .i , ,
nramii nus ugiiiusi linn inai DUllUettl IMS
house by unrighteousness, and his chambers by
wrong that uscth his neighbor's service vnthovt
wages, and giveth bun not for his work."
4. That we instruct our commissioner to the
next Assembly to use his best efforts to obtain the
enforcement of the act of ISIS on this subject, as
at least a commencement of the great work of pu
rifying the church from the heinous sin of slavery ;
and, in pursuance of this object, that he be required
to lay before the Assembly a copy of these proceed
ings. (A true copy from the minutes.)
U J. W. SCOTT, Clerk.
N. B. The following members of the Presby
tery recorded their names ns dissenting from the
vote on the above resolutions, viz. ; Arch. Craig,
and John M. Crabb, ministers ; James Brison,
Sam'l Smith, P. B. Millspaugh, George Arnold,
elders. The whole number of members of the
Presbytery was 31 ; one or two of whom had left
before their passage.
From the Knickerbocker.
A Scene of the Crusades. -
It was sunset. The rich mellow light streamed
in a thousand variegated hues over Olivet's green
top, the holy city, and the Christian's camp, till at
last it met Bethsaida's wave, blushing nnd spark
ling in its embrace. Not a ripple disturbed its
mirrored stillness, save when the bright-winged
bird stopped to lave its wing, or laste its refreshing
coolness. Above, was the deep blue sky, so bright
and clear that fancy could almost soar to the re
gions of the blest could almost catch the harmo
nies of heaven. All was calm and beautiful.
Even the stern sentinel, pacing his lonely round,
for a moment relaxed his iron brow, and stopped to
gaze upon the surrounding loveliness of that hour.
But a far brighter sight met Ms eye, as be gazed
upward, and saw the consecrated folds of the sa
cred banner floating in triumph over the walls and
battlements of Jerusalem. Yes, that day had seen
the city theirs, and the knightly, the good, the gal
lant Godfrey, as lie knelt to kiss the tomb he had
rescued, wa3 seen to dash away a tear of mingled
gratitude, penitence and veneration, and then to
lift his hands in mental adoration to that Being
who is ever the same, whether amid the burning
sands of Syria, or the icy regions of the pole.
Thus should heroes conquer. Thus did the Cru
saders. Blame not hastily their misdirected zeal.
Censure not their holy enthusiasm. Profane not
with sacreligious touch the moss-grown tombs
where their ashes sleep. Their faults were tho
faults of their age their virtues all their own.
JOHN T. MILLER,
ARCHITECT & HOUSE CARPENTER,
fC3 All orders .promptly attended to. 12:tf
FULL SIIAFTOED Riding Saddles a new article and
superior to any before offered for sale in this vicini
ty. Also 2 doz. Common do. manufactured from first
rate Philadelphia Skirting, and by an experienced work
man, for sale by CUTLER & JOHNSON.
Montpelier, April 27th, 1839.
IV ot ice .
W. STORRS having received into co-partnership
JAMES R. and GEORGE LANGDON, will con
tinue business at tho Langdon store recently occupied by
Baylies & Storrs, under the firm of STORRS &
LANGDON'S. And the patronage of their friends and th
public generally, is respectfully solicited.
C. W. STORRS,
JAMES R. LANGDON,
Montpelier, April 1. 1839.
IPAVIXG procured from Boston new and elegant founts
A of the most FASHIONABLE TYPE, are prepared to
prosecute the above business, in all its branches : and have
no hesitation in saying that all work entrusted to them will
be executed in a style not inferior to that of any oth
er establishment in Vermont. .
ECP Office, one door West from the Post-Office Stalest.
Montpelier, January 5th, 1839. ;
N payment for The Voice ofTreedom, by the subscri
bers, a lot of good dry Wood, also, for accomodation of
town subscribers, they will take all articles of produce, us
ually consumed in a boarding house.
ALLEN & POLAND.
THE Subscriber having taken as partner his son, WIL
LIAM P. BADGER, in the business heretofore con
ducted by himself, the business will hereafter he done un
der the firm of J. E. BADGER & SON.
J. E. BADGER.
Montpelier, Feb. 7, 1839. v-v , 6:tf
HAT, CAP AND FliU STORE,
STATE Sr., MONTPELIER, Vt.
ATS, CAPS, STOCKS, FURS, SUSPENDERS,
Gloves, Hosiery, &c. &c, would return their
thanks to the citizens of Montpelier and vicinity for their
liberal patronage herejpfore extended to their establishment,
and solicit a continuance of the same.
N. B. Merchants supplied with Hats of all kinds at city
February 7, 1839. :tf
THOSE indebted to J. E. BADGER, by note or account,
of over six months standing, are requested to call and
adjust the same immediately. J. E. BADGER.
February , 1839. ' 6:tf
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