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I hate sworn upon the Altar of God, eternal hostility to every form of Tyranny over th Mind of Man Thomai Jefferson
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POETRYo
TEXAS,
THE LONE 6TAH OP THE SOUTH."
BV J. r. DOW.
Far southward o'er tho Sabine's stream,
A young republic lifts her head,
Whose single star ilntli proudly gleam
O'er valor' gravo and glory's bed,
That star of empiro took us llight
From freedom's coronal of light
Heamed oe'r Jacinto's deathless plain,
And watched a nation's biith again
And there how sad, how strangoly still,
Tho Indian city sits alone;
No herd upon the verdant hill ;
No nkeleton beneath tile stone ;
Forsaken mart oftagcs, start
Life's current fronjf tlfy'maibfe heart ;
And bid the pulso of empire beat
Throng!- ivied hall and mossy street.
Beside the green and scullurcd piles
Whose rooQi support the anckent woods.
Tho hunter's home in beauty smilej,
And joy runs through the solitudes.
And where the wostornDruid trod,
And offered human blood to God,
The gospel bell doth sweetly chime,
At Sabbath morn and even time,
The fiecc Cumanche seeks his home
Beyond the Rio Bravn's wave;
No more in bailie paint u roam
Around his father's sunken grave .
Wliilejthe broad stream, whose bosom ne'er
Knew but the swan and fallow deer,
Whirls the swift steamboat's wheels along.
And echoes to tho boatman's song.
Oh 'tis a fair and goodly land,
Where restless spirits love tn roam;
Where labor spreads his rugged hand,
And decks with flowers contentment
home :
Wliero prairies vast tho woods embrace,
And rivers run their endless race,
And wild winds whisper to tho sea
iOf ages past and yet to be.
To its green breast young nations cling,
fj'o raise the wail of it.fant life;
While commerce spreads Iter ocean wing,
And war's wild bugle wakens firife.
And 'there the fiecman from afar
Sees on its flag a pilgratn star;
And (drives tho glorious hour to learn
When the ' Lost Pleiad' shall return.
There shall the wave of lifo roll on;
As rolled the north on Europe's shore,
Till the last boundary is won,
And ocean's voices drown its roar.
tO'cr martyr's grave and monarch's lomi
O'ei tyrant's throno it knighthood's plume;
tO'cr craven boats to slaughlHr led
The northern soldier's foot ntiall tread.
'What 1 let the British linn roam
Along lite prairies of the south? ,
Leave life, and liberty, and home,
Denendani on his corv mouth ?
Oh t eooner should our children fold
In deenesl oliame the stats of cold.
' ilnd burv freedom's buniir.c shield
every deathless battlefield.
Oh for a coal of burning fire
That from the Almighty'j censors fell,
I o touch tho lips of son and sire.
And break tho soul destroying epell I
Then should tho freeman scorn the name
Of him who dipped his pen in shame ;
And o'er the Revolution's urn,
Forbade a sister Stale's return.
ABC.
DY KLIZA COOK.
Oh, thou Alpha Beta row,
Fun and freedom's earlictl fos,
iJhall I e'er forget the piimer
I numb d beside some Mrs. Trimmer,
While mighty problem held mo fast,
I'o know if Z was first or last?
And all Pandora had foi mo
Was emptied forth in A B C.
Teasing things of toil and trouble,
Fount of many a rol.iug bubble,
How I strived with pouting pain,
To gel thee quartered on mv brafp,
But when the giant feat irasdone,
How nobly wise the field I'd won !
Wit, reason, wisdom, all might be
Enjoyed through simple ABO.
Steps that lead to topmast heigh',
Of worldly fame and human might,
Ve win the orator's renown,
The poet's bay, the scholars gown;
Philosophers must bend and say
I was ye who ope d the glorious wnv;
Sage, statesman, critic, where is he
Who's not obligeJ to A B C ?
Ye really ought to bo exempt,
From alighting taunt, and cool contempt;
But drinking deep from learning's cup,
We scorn the hand that filled it up.
Bo pourlrous, pedants. slay and thank
Your servants of the Roman rank,
For F. R. S. and L. L. f).
Cn only spring from A B C.
A very good widow lady, wh was look
ed up to by the congiegalion to which shf
belonged as an example of piety, contrived
to bring her conscience to terms for one
little indulgence. Sho loved porter, and
one day jusn as she was receiving half a do
zen bottles from the man who usually
brought her the comforting beverage, she
perceived (O horrid!) two of the grave el
lers of the church approaching the door.
She ran the man out of the back wnv. and
pot the buttles under the bed. The wcajh
er was hot, and while conversing with her
sage friends, pop went one of the corks.
Dear me !' exclaimed the lady ; therp
iops the bed cord; it snapped yesterday just
in the same way , I must have a new one
provided.
In a few miniilen pop went another ac
sompanied by the peculiar hiss of the es
raping liquor. 1 he rope' would nt do
again t but the good lady war not a loss.
Dear mo,' said she, ' that black cat of
untie must be at some mischief there'
Schait
Another bottle popped off, and the porter
came stealing out fiom undoi tho bed cut
tains.
' Oh dear mo !' she cried. I had foignt
its the yeast ! Here Prudence, come
ind take away these bottles of yeait.'
Sambo, you niggar, are you afraid of
work!'
Gor Amighly bless you, "massa, I no
fraidof work, I'll lie down and go asleep
close by him side,
It is said tint when Robert Emmet was
ijeending tl'e scaffold in Dublin, in the
year 1803, ho gave the oxecutioner a guin
ea, upon Hindi tho latter, in order to show
his gratitude for so liberal a bequest,touched
his hat tike a true born Irishman, and ex
laiming, long life to your honor,' put the
money in his pocket.
An Irishman happened to be stunned by
i spent ball, one of his comrades tmmedi
ately ran up to him, and shouted lustily in
his ear, 'Hallo, Dennis,! say, are you dead?
Ojh no, my dear honey,' replied the pros
rale son of Jtfars, ' Fin not dead, bufl'm
speechless.'
II. WEBB, EDITOR
BL.OOMSBURG, COLUMBIA COUNTY, PA. SATURDAY, JUJVJE 15, TsIiT
From the New York Sunday Mercury.
Short I'atuut gormoii.
ur dow, jn.
My text is contained in these words;
Be satisfied and murmur not
Thai God has made you as you ate.
My hearers Man is a made u mats
of miyery, doubt and discontent. lie
is dissatisfied with his Maker, with him
self, and with tho whole world. lie
ihinks that, if lie could but have had the.
making of himself, he would have some
tiling as perfect as perfection trouble
proof, and subject to none of the weai
and tear of a ledioug and toilsomo exis
tence; but, in my humble opinion, it
would bo as nice a piece of botch-work
js ever mortal beheld. lie is dissatisfi
ed with himself because, having t hi
power 10 aci anu periorm. he cannot
woik miracles, or accomulifh impossi
t,.i;t.. ir.. !. .i! ..
kiimiio. j.iu is uissuusiieu witii i ii tf
world, because it does not overvalue his
labors, and reward him as ordingly.
a nus ne is ever uisconteU arid ever com
plaining. I vtrily believe, my friends,
mat a man would growl, grumble and
fiet, and find tault, were he placed in
perpetual paradise, with a diadem ol
glory upon his head forever surround
ed with the perennial flowers of enjoy
merit with big bottles of extra bliss in
ins reach, and as much wins and as ma
ny pretty women at his command as
oould be squeezed from the pulp ol ere-
a'lon. 1 believe this for man ig
crealuie ol dirt and dissatisfaction, who
had rather wallow forever in the mireol
misery than crawl out and drv on some
tfumiy bank of commitment.
My dojr friends don't trouble your
selves ay to why the Almighty has madr
you as you are; wny ne nas iriven you
an eternity of dsirss and furnished you
Willi only a tea-tmoon with which to
partake of them; nor growl that he ha
et beftire you a rich bowl of nleasuie'.-
soup, and given you nothing else than
lot k to eat it with : for whatever in
for the beat, as the pious but absent
minded mother observed when she put
hsr b,.by in the dinner not and rocked
cabbage head in the cradle. If youi
desires were all gratified, you would
be without any at all and then vou
would be more miserable, if possible
than now. But your desires are too ex
lenitive to begin to admit of gratification
Wiiy, my ti iends,tt the Alps,the Andes
r the Kocky Mountains were one solid
die sc, a sup u.nnua ed n.t would mbbli
luoiigli it iiufuie you could begin to
kniw olf the outside crust of your un
bounded de.-ires. I should rather un
dertake to tupply a new solar system
with atmospht re,by blowing wind thro
j quill, than lo liy to satisfy one tenth
p.ut of the desirei of poor mortality
I'Ven ihoiiili I were permitted lo search
eternal spaco for the necessary qualities
I knew it has been said that man want?
but little here below; but the assertion
ii.. i
is as wrong as a uook uotiom upwards,
Man wants a great deil a bussed sighi
more than he needs or ever de.'erves.
God gives us all we need, and some
times more than we know how to dis
pose of; and yet, for all this, we spit it
in tho face of Heaven; and not even so
much as say 'ThankV to our Creator,
for the body soul and being which he
lias' seen fit lo give uh. In ihe wholt
column uf wauls that fill the long ncrol.
of man's inclination, we find hcarcely
one that necessity imperatively demando
he should have. 1 hey are, lor Ihe most
part, inordinate, illegitimate and unpro
filable and Iho more we cherish them,
Ihe greater rejoicing is there in hell, ami
more sorrow in heaven. When oui
base and sordid desires are allowed to
be gratified; Satan shouts hallelujah, and
tho angels weep, like widows in a show
er, over the grave ol virtue and drpail
ed worth.
My hearers Fale triumphs over for-
tune, hero in thin world of sicknefs.sin
and eteinil). We are dragged on by
Destiny, in spite of all physical or mor-
al exertion; ami we might as well sub
mit tn its despotism as lo cafe our souls,
loar our trourers.and scrape Iho skin oil
our shins, in showing resistance. We
ofieu tec the wicked exalted to the high
est nich of prosperity, and tho laurels oil
wealth, honor and renown grace the
biow of worthless rascality, while the
good the honest and tho pious (like my
self) are pitched into the pit of adverse
y,' to work out their own salvation with
AND PROPRIETOR.
fortitude, forbearance and long suffering
But, my friends, you ought not to trou-j
ble Providence with impertinent ques
tions as to the why and wherefore of al
this- Let It suffice that it is through
Ihe unfathomable wisdom of the Oinnip
otent that we are situated and subic
to constant vicissitude. It is not foi
you to inquire into these matters, foi
iho plain reason that your comprehen
sion is not commensurate with your in
quisitivencss; and, if it were,you would
De no more satisfied after having found
out the whulo truth than you were be
fore. If there be one among you, you
short sighted, leereytd ions of sir, who
can with the needle of perception
pierce through Ihe vast immensity of
space ran count ine wortus that com
pose the universe measure eternity
with a three loot rule and tell wha
kind of creatures inhabit every twink
ling star why then he, and he alone.
as my friend Pope says, may tell wh)
Heaven has made us as we are.
hi.. . ... ..
iuy uear menus u is all nosens
for you to murmur becausa you havi
arifctocrattcal souls crusted with sucl.
plebeiad, perishable clay. Tho tout i
immortal, imperishable, and undamage
able; therefore, wiat is the use in Na
ture's going to any extravagant exoense
in fitting up such a miserable concern as
the body must be, at best? It would be
like feathers upon a toad, more for or
nament than for use; and the truth of
this would be verified as soon as one
blow from the kammer of death had
knocked it into a three cornered hat.
Notwithstanding, my worthy friends,
ill the little flaws you may feel diipoied
to pick in Ihe words ol Omnipotence
you may depend upon it, thai whatever
He does, he does according to Guiitcr;
ind if you will only appreciate them ac
cording to their worth, and act as tho'
you were samples of integrity, morality
ind wisdom, ol His manufacture! sent
linvn here for upecial exhibition, you
viii iaKe your leaves ol this world per
leclly satisfied that every thing is jus
is n si.ouiu oe. so mole it be !
The Girl With the Tin Pail.
Some seventeen years ago, I was
' prentice boy" in ihe then " City ol
Mud," now the goodly city of Roches
ten I he buaiueaa of which 1 was ob
taining a knowledge, was conducted up
on Lxchange street, though I boarded
in one of ihe streets in the western pan
ol Ihe city.
In going lo my tea, I was in the habi
ol meeting, almost every evening, ioi
many ( weeks in succesion,a small, youn
well-dressed and good looking girl
with a I'm pail in her hand. At lengtl
my curiosity beeame excited, and 1 re
solved to ascertain, if possible, the daily
errand of the girl. Having met her the
following evening I accordingly turned
my heel and followed her at a distance
ihal would not excite suspicions in any
one. I at length saw her emer a ain.il
.hoenidkei'a hop on Suuih St. Paul
stieet. 1 subsequently learned that th
shop was owned by an induitriou'
young man and an excellent mechanic,
and that he was the girl's husband!'
lie had been married a few month?, and
possessing no other capital than a good
trade, a good name and a roLu.t consti
tution, had resolved to economize ii
the article of rent, by hiring a house ii.
ihe buburbs of the city. His breakfas
was always leady for him by daybreak
mil taking his dinner with him, he sav
ed the hour each day which most per
tons spend in going to and returning
from that meal. Many economists would
have been satisfied with the saving of
much time as this between the risuiL
aiui tioint! nown or me sun; oui not bu
with Ihe young shoemaker. Ho a I he
wished lo nave Ihe hour usually devoid
to lea, and therefore had the meal daih
taken him by his pretty little wife.
This arrangement enubled him to spend
the whole day, and so much ol the even
ing as he chose, in the shop.
1 he industrious habits of the shoema
ker weie soon discovered, and me I with
their due reward. Customers flocked
in upon him, and he was obliged noi
only to tent a larger shop, but to em
ploy an additional number ol workmen
But Ihe increase of his business did noi
wean him from the plan ho had early
adopted for saving of time his third
meal having been taken to him by lm
wife in the tin pail.
About this lime I left the city, and
did not return for somo twelvn vr T
had hoi, however, forgotten the shoe
maker.having fiom my fim kmwledg.
f him, discovered fhr germ of sueces-
in t a manner of In. I if... f i .i..
..... .fiieii nil
poi where his old ahon had stoml K,.
it had given place to a new brick block.
In vain I looked about for his sign it
wss not to be seen. I was at length in
formed by a friend that about two year.
previously he had rsmovod to Ohio.
Do you know auylhirig of his cir
cumstances?" 1 inquired.
" I do. In the first place he look to
Ohio about five thousand dullar.lin cash
t' .i .i
urn mree inousami of wh.ch, invested
in reai rs:ate, near Uinciniiaii, he ha
already real.zed three times that
1'Ue other two thousand he mil imn
: aiiioun
,iord eilhb'ishment, and that sum ha
yieded him a large profit. Hut even
Had he resorted lo speculation," added
my friend, "he could not have but sue
ceedod in life, so thorough were his bu
siness habits, and especially as thosi
nabiis were seconded by an industrious
lii te wife."
I have recently returned from a visit
o wnio, and have again seen the shoe
maker and his wife. He ic now in the
prime of life, and possesses an ample
fortune and an unsullied rcnutation fm
probity. Never having had any person
al acquaintance with him, I inquired
.. uui, auu iiurouuceu mysen as a
Uochestonan. I his was late in the of
ternoon,jind I very cheerfully accepted
an invitation to take lea with him. Im
proving a moment of silence at the table
1 remarked
" I fear Mr. H. you are not so greai
an cuunumiBi oi nme as you used lo
be.'
' Why not?" he enquired.
"When l hrst became acnua nfnrf
with Mis. H. you could not afford tinui
io go to lea, and she used tq carry it to
you.
" In a little tin pail," said sho burst-
ing ink) a laugh
" Exactly."
"Indeed Mr. W., have you known
uj co long t
I then made mvself known ss the for
mer apprentice to Mr. R.and wasimmt
diately recognized by Mrs. H. as urn
of her earliest street arquaintances in
Rochet-ter.
" Hut thai pail what do you think
has become of that?" asked Mrs. H.
" That, I suppose was long since num
bered among the things that were," J
answered.
" Hy no means," said ho, at the sami
time tipping a wink to his wife,
She arose from the table and left tin
room, and soon returned with the idem
ical nail, as Ihev both assured me. I
need hardly say that it bore palpable ev
idence of the ravages of time.
"Hut what is your object in preserv
ing that pan t"
" Its associations. We look upon ii
as nno of Ihe eailiesl instiumenU
which contributed to our success in
life, and as huch we shall ever cherish
it."
I soon afterwards took mv leavo ol
Mr. and Mrn. H. and their inlerestini;
ind happy family; and not a day sine
men ns my mint! been without lit
it . .
lemembrances of The Gill and her Tin
Pail.
LIFE.
We have known some persons in thp
world who glided quietly through life,
have floated on upon the stream of limf
like a boat on the waters of a broad arid
tranquil river carried on by theiinruffld
ide ol prosperity and lighted to their
journey 's end by the cloudless sun of
happiness. And we have met with
others whose star, teemed to rise in
clouds to hold its course ihrougn sKim
nil lo set in blacker darkness than thai
which gavn it lur'-h. Hut longconliiiu.
tl joy loses its firM zesl, and uuiuler
upted sorrow il& first poignancy, habi'
robs even misery of Ms acuteness; nno
ine that is long endured brings alom
with it the power of long 'endurance.
t is the sudden transition from joy lo
torrow that is the acme of hnman sufTar'
ing adding the bitterness of regret for
past enjoyment to all Ihe pangs of pres.
ent distress.
cj,r fjuwaru uoko satu mat the rea
sons for hanging was, that the criminal
was rejected both of Heaven and Earth
and was therefore suspended to as not to
interfere vyith neither,
Number 80
53
THE GHOST OF THE CAM P.
nv a. r. n. jamej, esq.
"There is a little town, called L
Catelel, j-ist upon the French frontier,
which was beseiged by the Spanish ar
my, nricr Ihe French had taken it and
held it for about a year. The attack be
zan in tho winter, and a number of Hon
orablc gentlemen threw themselvn int
it, to aid in the defence, ss volunteer.
Among the rest were two friends who
had fought in a good many bailies to
gether, and one was called tho Viscount
le Houlaye and Ihe other Ciniiaine la
Vacherie. Every day there were skir-
nistics and sallies, and one night when
they were silting, drinking and talking;
together, after a very murdcroua sortie,
Capitaine la Vachorie siid to his
friend :
" How cold those poor fellowj mtiit
he whom we left deod in the trenches
!o-day.'
' Ay, that they must," saidBoulayp;
and 'pon my lile, Li Vuch-rie, I am
glad the place is so full thai you and 1
have but one room and one bed between
us,othervise I know noi how we should
keep ourselves warm."
" nor I either,' replied La Vachcrie.
'Mind, Houlaye, if 1 am some tlav left
in the trenches, you come and look for
me, and bring me out of the cold
wind.''
" He fpoke laughingly, and the Vis
count answered in the same way
" lhal 1 will.La Vachene; don't you
be afraid."
"Well, about a fortnight after, the
Spaniards attempted to stnim Ihe place; "
out they were driven back, afier'lighl
ingnear fiiour, and Houlaye and Li
Vachcrie, with ihe regiment of Cham
pagne,pursuefl them to, their intieuch
ments. Houlaye got back, safe and
inund, to the town just as tl was grow
ing dark, and went la ihe Governor'
nouse and talked for an hour over the
assault, and then returned to his room,
ind asked his servant if Capitaine La
Vachene had come hJck. Tim man an
nveicd no, and so Boulaye swote that
le Would be hanged if h- would wait for
his supper. Well, when supper camo
uul Lj Vachene did noi, the Visc.-u t
bogan to think, I should not wonder
if that poor devil, Li Vacherie, hud left
nis bones outside;' and after he had cj
len two or three mouthful?, and drnl; a
lass or two of wine, he sent the ser
vant to the quarters of the regiment uf
Champagne, lo see if h could hear any
thing of his friend. Bui the herei,i
could find no one who knew an tiling
of him; and when he came back he
found the Viscount sitting with the labk:
and the wine upon his right hand, and
his feel upon the two undirons, with a
warm fire of wood blazing away heftue
nim. When he lold him thai he enuU
learn nothing, Boulaye exclaimed :
Sacremeni ! I d.ire sav he isl.ixxl
poor fellow! Iam vety worry,' and
he filled himself another glass of win-,
anil kept his foot on tho andiron!'. In
half an hour more ho went to bed. and
just as he was getting comforiablp um
beginning to dose, seeing the fin- fl ck-
tiring agaiiibt the wall one m nu e a. d
noi seeing it the next, hu hcuid a nu (,
upon the slairs,and instantly recoil. -chI
La vachene d who came up king ng and
lalking jut as Usual.
Ah !" cried he, 'Li Vjcherie, i-.
that you? I thought you had been ki.l
d r"
" The deuce, you did, Hurler,' ie-
pliod La Vachene, and begin in m (-
houi Ihe uonlt's aotl giKk-ses a it no
wi re feeling for , candle to lighi ti
" Weil, don't m ike a huhh, tlir-i . ', ,
giou man,' said Houlaye, 'for 1 i.
nuil and huvo u gieat deal lo do 'o
uorrow.' " I'm 6iire so have I,' replied hi Vicim
ne, 'so 1 II L'o to bed at once.'
" Had you not betier have i.iinc snppi .J'
asked lint Viacounl.
' No,' repliod his fr.end, 'I'm had nil
Ihe supper I want.' And acuurtliiigl) , lie
pulled off his clothes and lay down hoide
his comuJo, By that time ihe Viscount
was asleep, so that they had no further
conversation that n.glil. The oext morn
ing, when Viacounl de Boulaye woke, lie
found that La Vacherie had already risen,
and left his night cap upon the pillow, and
he did not see htm agsin till night, for the
enemy made several tierce attacks, and ail
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