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9 1 V 1 " ' $ '-i JUT -rziu .7 i s i ii i 1 1 Equal Laws, Equal Rights, and Equal Burdens the Constitution and Us Currency . VOL. XIII. NO; 45. KAL1DA, PUTNAM COUNTY, OHIO, FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 11, 1853. WHOLE NO; (557, T ITS W PHI 1" T tIFY TSl ' . . ' . . ... : ,li . Te a Drunkon Husband. . My husband, 't was for thee I left , , , , My owfi, my happy home ! For thee I left my cotcage bovvers, ' '" With thoe in joy 'to room; And where ore all the holy vowb, !. .The truth, the love, the trust, , That Won my heartall ec altered now, .And tiampled in the dust, - I loved thee with a love untold;. .; And when I stood beside . .Thy noble form, I joyed to think I was thy chosen bride! They told me, ere I wa thino own, -. How sad my lor would bo; I thought not of the futuio then I only thought of thee. I loft my homo, my happy home! " A' sunny -hearted thing, Forgetting that my happiness '. A shadowing cloud might bring. The sunny side of life is gone! Its shadows only mine; And thorns are springing in my heart, Where blossoms used to twine. I do not blame thee (or mv lot, I only pray for thee, That thou may's! from tho tempter's power, 10, joyful thought !) be free; That thou may'st bend obove my grave, With penitence sincere, And lor the broken-hearted one Let fall a sober tear. From the American Union. THE DOOM OF TITE DESERTER. BV H. MAMON STEPHENS. 'Love him! Though my hopes ore blightod! Thrown like worthless weeds apart, Seared in soul, and lone and slighted , Love him! yes with all my heart." I doe't knvw where I found that quo tation. I dou'tknow that it is a quota tion! It came into my heart with the memory of Annie Clay villa as I saw her before despair had tempted Iter to the deep revenge which soon after, startled the regions of the sunny south. That there had been and was a mystery and a gloom attached lo her hit-lory, uoiig could doubt, who were brought in contact with her, vet tho real kindness of her nature, the harmless unobiiusiveness of her gen eral bearing closed up the door of curi osity, and silenced the imputations which otherwise might have Invaded lior char acter. She had been simply a village girl one of those bright, glad things, which nre found no where but in the wilds of the gunny soutli at tho time of mj story she was an actress ! Fiety, "stormy and pas sionate in her delineation of other's sor row, those who most applauded, little thought it was but a transcript of her own ! One night she wasm'tBsing from the Thea tre and her home. Then came a story of wrong and suffering and revenge then the rumor of despair and death, and the scene closed upon the life-drama of Annie Clayville'. It was a night of unutterable beauty so the legend runs when every breath of air was laden with the fragranco of sum er blodsoms, pure in their bloom as was the heart of (he young bride who sat in the embrasure of a window, looking down upon the long reach of hill and dell bath ing in the moonlight. Norah Mailie was the daughter of a rich banker who had made it his home amid the splendor of southern scenery, and as Bhe stood upon the threshold cf womanhood, earth nsver shrined a fairer vision of lovliness, or left the taint of mortality upon the spiriMvings of a brighter angel.' In her short life, there had been but one stepping from the child to woman. She loved and that en- wrapt her whole existence. , A slight rustle of the curtain startled her from her revery,but after a moment's pause, thinking herself mistaken, Bhe passed from the room to seek the truant whose long absence at such a time she was disposed to chide. The smile would have left her lip, and the blood her cheek, could she have seon the dark eyes that glared out upon her from the folds of the opposite window. A stronger contrast could not have been found, than between the youggir! whose stop still echoed in the corridor, and the strange dark woman whose eyes still fastened upen the door through which she had departed. If the bride was beautiful in her trust ing innocence, fearful, was tho ' stranger whose quick convulsive breathings gave the only sign of animation. The same mooa that showered its lustre upon the happy girl, was floating in glory around the victim of perjury the same starlight which glittered around the brow of inno cence fell upon the withered face of guilt and despair! Oh, tho aching of that wronged and slighted heart. Dear lady ! you who have never been tempted, pity tho erring tot out of all the worlJ they wrestle alone with agony. "And for Acr.'" she murmered at length "for her! Can she love him as I havo done? I had no home but in his heart, no future but was Weded to his happiness ! My life, soul, being, were his my heav en was his presence, mv etornily his love, and now that I have turned from ev ery lie of oarthly fellowship for his sake, he abandons me for a child like that? A step was heard to break the tilence of the ho ll, and as it approached, the deep crimson of her cheek turned to deadly pallor. "ll is his step," she whispered, "who should know it so soon as I!" , A fl tod of radiance poured into the room, as the door, opened to admit Austin Vil!ard,and as he paused for a moment, a more superb picture of manly beauty could scarcely be imngened. Slight but exquisitely formed, with dark, bright eyes, and a face beaming with health and hap piness, no one would have thought his heart a receptiele of crime, or his eyes but ministers to a guilty soul. "Norah," said he, in a rich, musical voice, which sent the blood back upon th heart of rhe guilty creature who cowered am'd the curtains. God only knows how (he sound of a voice once dear to the heart, must forev er linger there like unforgoiten music! God only knows how the face we have once gazed upon in affection, is forever graven upon the tablets of memory! and God only knows how we yearn for that voice, pine for that face, and go down at last to despair with only memory lo light our onward pathway to the grave! A half uttered Bob attracted the at tention of Austin to the window, and quick as thought he was at the feet of his victim. "Norah," he exclaitnpd but no Norah responded. The tall form of Annie Clay- ville stood like a spectre before him. "What brings you here, Annie," he gasped, when enabled to speak. "To witness your nuptials," she re plied. "No false priest for her. No shameless vows to be flung aside with her. No more oaths to be rosiatered against you in etornily. Mine be the ruin and tho shame! I was poor! Who cared that he, I thought a priest, was a base imposter. Austin, I told you if you married that girl, I would make one at the altar. My heart shall no! be the on ly one broken, and so I give you warn ing." "Annie arc you mad!" ho exclaimed in terror. "Mad!" she repeated, end her words were now low and sad. 'No, not mad! that is passed! The madness the dream which created it all is passed now the madness of a pure heart which yield ed up its warmest wishes for a glo rious star that glimmered for one moment, then sunk in eternal darkness! It is all past I'm not mad now !'' "Annie, you gave your free consent to this." "My free concent! end had I not, what then? My power was gone my place in your heart usurped by another; and yet I loved ypu oh, you can never dream how fondly! I Would not if I could, retain a faith wavering as yours had done! I might deceive my heart, but not my rea son, and that hour, when 'mind and soul and intellect were a wreck you came lo me, and asked me to smile while you trampled upon my heart! I did as you say, consent that you should cast me off and wed this child, for the love of my life was turned to hale; but I swore in my misery,that my revengo should be as deep as my wrong had been great !" "Annie is it thus you threaten?" urged Austin. You v "No not me not Annie, but the de mon you havo made her. Ah, who would have thought that the happy girl in her cottage home, whose quick eye followed the strangers step, whose untutored hoarl echoed the stranger's voice, who learned to love the man whom accident had sent for aid who would have eyer thought her hand could havo been raised agatns his life? Not you, Austin, or you neve would have wiled her into crime. Not you, or the simple country girl had been still lichshearted and happy. She loved you with a pure love, she trusted you with a holy trust, and when she awoke f'oni lior dream lo a sense of her degra dalion; when a fathers curse was ringing in her ears, and het mother's tears burn ing into her brain, she turned from them all, and made her world with youP "Annie," exclaimed the -conscious stricken man, '! cannot listen lo your ravings. What do you require if mon ey " ' "Money ! Can money give me back the life I have wasted my tender parents my broken heart? I tell you, sochanged is my nature that I could see you flutter ing from heart to heart winning wor ship as you won mine, to crush tho soul Into daikness, but lo 83e you at the altar with that gill tendering vows which are mine; giving her a name which belongs lo me AiiBlin you shall not do ii!-' "Shall not!y ho echoed scornfully. "Ay, shall not! There is not in the wide world a heart to beat for me; not one face to look kindly upon mine, and yet tho memory of my inter loneliness cannot bring a (ear lo my eyes. Again I say, you shall not! for as sure as you stand at the altar with that girl, so sure let me tell you, will it be a signal for a tingedy fearful beyond conception." Before Austin could have time to de tain her she Was gone and he alone. "She dare not!" he muttered, but his face haggared and pale, gave the lie to his words. lie knew Annie was just the woman to rovengo n wrong and his own conscience (old him how duop her wrong had been. Agitated and perplexed, he knew not what cousse to pursue. I) was near the hour for the nuptial ceremony, and bis absence had already been rorr- mented upon by the gues's. Now it was that retribution wns visiting the black sins of his life. He had loved An nie as much as it was possible for him to love anything but himself, but the fear of the world prevented his making her the only reparation in his power. His set would ridicule him, and her shame and remorse were nothing to that horrible bugbear. His intended marriage, was on his part, one of convenience, not nf love; and the fear of losing her father's broad acres, rather than tho abhorrence of her own pure mind, deterred him from openly confessing the fact of his intimacy with Annie, The Actress! He knew that public sentiment would uphold him; for when was there anything tro bad to be believed of an actress! Tiiey may bo, and often are, pure minded, high hearted, noble women, but who cares to defend their cause. Tharo are no ways of pleaBintnoss for their lives, and no paths of peace for the weary feet travelling upon the road to public favor, and so ho knew. Gushes of music recalled him from hi unpleasant revery and proceeded lo join the bridal parly in the chapel. The deep toned organ had poaled a solemn strain of devotion, and the aged priest had lifted up his voice in prayer for the happiness of the young couple whose destinies were to be forever united. Nothing now re mained but the imposing ceremony of marriage. The last link alone remained, and as the bridegroom produced the ting, a thrill of honor ran through his veins, fur ho detected (he pale face of Annie whiter than the marble against which sho leaned. In desperate haste he sought lo place the ring upon the finger of the bride, but as he raised his hand, the intruder dashed it aside, and confiontcd him with folded arms. " 1 told you I would be at your wed- ing," she said at length. "She is wild mad" be screamed, "lake her away !" "Not till my revenge is sated!" and with the words her deserter lay a bleed ing corpse at the altar '"You are the cause ay you!" she criod, "you stole him from me, and with the strength of madness, she raised the bride and fljng her with violence a sense less mass upon her. dead husband's bosom.- . . But why continue the story. It is still vividly remembered in the south; where they tell ofthe horror of the crowd which allowed her to escape of the insanity of the widowed bride, and yet there is still another leaf lo be turned before we pari with Annie Clayvillo An old man, and a gray-baired woman cat brooding amid the shadow that even ing was flinging around their humble dom icile. It was the birth-day of their only child, and that child was an outcast. No wonder their hoarta lay in shadow. No wonder their spiiils vvero shrouded in gloom. A deep sob broke their silence, and tha child of their sorrow was before thorn changed, worn, wild, but still there. Don't, don't touch me '."she exclaimed, shrinking from their outstretched arms "Don't (ouch memother! let me die here here at your feet, reading forgive ncss in your dear face as I do now but not there not in ynua arms -not on the bosom thit pillowed me in innocense.'' "Annieiy beautiful child! Minecveu in your sin! It is not for a mother to forsake you." "I am dying mother. dying! My heart is broken, bleeding to death but 1 couldn't die away from you, I couldn'i oar lo ho laid in the ground by strange muds. No tears for mo, no prayers in my behalf, no blessing on my head. Oil, mother you will hear a fearful story something of wrong and murdei! No not murdei! he was mine. Whnt claim had she to my husband. Chi It! she love him us I did? Would sho suffer foi him as I havtf No, no! lie would havo fr zon to death in her arms, sol I killed' him away from her." Hor brain was wandering, nnd with ev ery word her voice grew weaker. It was plain that relase was near, so they gath ered her up, and laid her upon the bed where sho had so often slept in innocent childhood. "Don't cry mother," sho murmured, after a moment's pause, "and yet some no should wep for my misery. Father, you used to pray for me when I was n lil- lo child why did I ever forget it. Piay for me note"' And the old .man did pray for her. Never had thosa beautiful words, "Neith er do 1 condemn thee,'1'' been given with a stronger faith than llicro at that bed of death. Oh. that deep abiding faith which trengthens '.he soul in hours of wildest gnel to lay hold ot the promises ol God. Give me tho religion of faith. whose attendants are charity and mercy, nd I renounce all claim to creed in fa vor of those who choose lo grope their way to heaven through the door of doubt nd despondency. If reason and philos- phy must needs deprive me of tho trust I have in the will and powor of God, let me be ever in the dark, for my weak mind could never comprehend the sophistry of religion. I do not defend crime God forbid! but I do believo that true repent ance never comes loo late! Sho was dead! and the law which de manded "blood for blood," was satialed. In a fit of madnosB, h had destroyed him who had murdered her name and happi ness. There was no law for thai, no com miseration for wrong which never could be redressed, but had she lived, tho gal laws of thd sunny south would have groaned above a woman's corpse, and an other victim have swollon (he list of legal murders. Thero are many living, who will rec ognize the incidents ,but as I have learned, no near relatives to be annoyed or pained at its recital, and if in their perusal, one heart has fell the truth thai guilt is its own avenger, then is tho author more than repaid for her efforts. Water amd Morals.-- A very slight declivity suffices to give tho tunning mo tion to water. Thteo inches per mile, in a smooth, straight channel, gives a veloc ity of about three miles per hour. Now, what is true of .water, is equally true of morals. The best of men only need a slight push from adversity, to obtain a downward momentum. Be careful, there fore, how you loso your equilibrium. Fight against a hasty temper. A spark may set a house on fire; a fit of passion may Cause you to mourn long and bitterly. Govern your passions, or they will govern you. Svhet and sound is the sleep of en industrious man. Gems from Alexander SanlsU. THE TWoTrIEJJDS. . Wo two hove met, like ships oiion tlie en. -Who haul an hour' converse, to short, so sweet; One llitie Hour! and then, ony they speed On lonely pntlia.,throu;h mist, and cloud, and foam, To meot no more, ., ' . , A CnARACTEB. ' I '11 shotv you one who mlghl hare been an atibot In the oMen time n la) go nnd portly man, Witti mPrry eyed, and crown thiitHhincs like glass, No thin-smiled April he, bcdrlpt with tears, But tippled Autumn, golden-ehecked nnd tun; A jest In his inout'i feels sweet as crusted wine. As If nil eager for n merry triought, . The pits of Inughter dimple In his checks. . Ills speech Is fluvorou, evermore he tulki In a warm, brown, uulumnal style. FAME. Ah Fnmol Fume! Fnme! next grandest work to Clod! I seek the look of Famel Poor fool so tries Souio lonely wanderer 'mong the desert snnds By shouts to gnin the notlre of the Sphinx, ' Staring right oa w ith calm eternal eyes. THE SEA. ' ' I sec the future stretch All dork sad bnrren as a ruiny sea' . Tho hrfilegroom Bca Istnj lng with tholiore, his wedded bride, And.ln the fulness of bis married joy, He decorates her tnwnr lircw with shells. Retires a spare, to see bow fnir she looks, Then, proud, runs up to kiss her. Sinews of Ikon. We wandt red into a machine shop yestorday. Everywhere, up stairs and down stairs, intelligent machines were doing the work, once done by thinking and , toiling men. In one pi nee a chuckle-beaded nffiir, looking like an elephant's frontispiece, was quiet ly biting bars of cold iron in two, as if they had been so many oaten straw. In another place, a fierce little thing, with a spindle shaped weapon a sort of mechanicul '-D-'vil's Darning Needle" was boring square holes through sold wooden wheels, three inches or more in thickness. Away there, in a corner, a device, aboi.t as luige and noisy as a humming bird, was amusing itself cutting out pieces of stcol from solid plates, as easily as children puncture paper patterns with n pin. All by itBoLf. in another filace,. waa a nachino that whistled like a boatswain, and rough boards came forth, planed and grooved, finished, ready for a place in something, somewhere, for somebody. Everywhere these queer machines were busy, doing all sorts of things in all sorts of ways; boring and planing, and grooving and morticing; turning and bonding, and sharpening and sawing, Down stairs, in a room by itself, as if it would be alone, wo found the grand mover of all tljpse machines. In a corner, some distance from the genius wo write of, a fiie was burning, perhaps to keep it "just comfortable," and perhaps, not. It was very busy the thing was moving an arm of polished steel, back ward and forward over a frame, equally polished and glittering; as one in thought sitting by a table passes his fingers io and fro, along the emooih surface of the mahogany. We said it was busy, and so it was; busy doing nothing. It went nowhere; it hammered nothing, planed nothing, ground nothing, but just passed its pon derous arm backward and forward. It neither ale nor spoke, but there, from "early morn to dewy eve," it timed the toil going on, everywhere around and above it. There were indeed, a few men made of fl.'sli, sixty or so, here nnd there, about i lie establishment, furnishing, rather than doing the work. , . , . That thing with the iron arm works the wonder. It will work more. New York Tribune. ' "I don't see," said Mrs. Puitington, as Ike came homo fiom school, and threw his books into one chair and his jacket into another, and his cap on the floor, saying that he didn't got iho medal; "I don't see, dear, why you didn't get the meddle, for certainly a more meddlesome boy I never knew. But no matter; when the adversary comes round again you'll get it." What hope thetb was in her remark for him! And he took courage and ono of tho old lady's doughnuts, and sat wiping his feet on a clean stocking that the dame was preparing to darn, that lay by her side. Boston Post ' ; The man who r&n away with himself was brought up standing, against a stub born fact, and returned to the bosom of his family, satisfied that oil things are not what they oughl to be. Temperance. We swallow tea, go lo bed,- and turn and toss, keep awakej get op, complin of unstrung nerves and, weak digestion, and crawl to- the doctor, who sht.kos his . head and solemnly says, "Tea !" This Jj what he says: but what he means, if , he knows his business, is "Salts of copper.'!, ;"Foreio;nera,'! ajt. that Chinese, "like lo have their tea uniform and pretty;" so they poison, the; plant pj gratify tho rest het io tastes of England and. America. A Chinese wonld. as; soon. think of drinking dried tea, such as we daily imbibe, as of speaking (lie truth to, lose money by it; but the. more gvpsum' and blue he can communicate lo he plant, the higher becomes its value in the-; eyes of the voriiuble barbarians, and the., dyeing process accordingly goes on to Btv extent actually alarming. In every hun- dred pounds of colored green tea, consu-, rued in Upland, more than half a pound; of coloring, blurt and gypsum, is contain- ed. Tho fact is now made known to the; British public for tho first time; yol, ac-i cording to the best accounts, the lucra live dyeing trade, is not o'ecreasing in' the Culoslial Empire.. J'he Chinese may. easily regard us wiih pity and contempt, a the coats of our stomachs- may' well: rebel against the intrusion of so much' nincral trash. Our venerable ancestors,, the ancient Britons, lived, upon ecorniv and we, who lake lurtJe with the lord mayor, smile at their lamentable ignor-, ance. In one respect, however, the laugh, is against us. They painted their atom-, achs blue, and used, the colour outside.. We adorn our loo, but stupidly per-J form the beautiful operation mtitUL uuu Atmia, .... Giiatiiude Gratitude is a more heav-' enly feeling than love hecause it is at once not only ilie one solitary, unsophis ticated exposition . of human nature, but the highest manifestation of human sen-' ttmenl. It comprises all the others. As Milton says, "a grateful rahirfTTBver'pays U io nl. ...... : . , . i id uivruja owing, a Kinaness re ceived has fastened itself in the mem'gW jurt as an island ia fastened amiif fife ocean; -and although the waves and winds of fortune brot and war . against it, the firm-set earih itself, is nor firmer. Love' requires sustenance. It must be return ed, or, like a fire unsupplied wiW fuel, U burns itself put. Graiitude never dies if h ever did, there would be ltitle celes tial light in the universo. But it is not every person who can be grateful. It ij only the finest organizations that aro sus ceptible of the feeling. The chord is loo delicate for the sordid soul of (he sordid man,' or woma i. It is tho last flower of Eden left on earth, and it only blooms in the sunny atmosphere of kind? ly desires, purp emotions, and generous aspirations. Giving every ihimj and taking .-nothing hoi (ho' sweet lliriH of satisfac tion at having done right, it turns all it touches to gold the gojd of the ever foaling life. ' ' Time Immkasukable. Time ' idTinj" measurab'c. The light that gleams upon us, with feeble Iu3tre; from the immova ble stars of heaven, have been thousands of years on its way. Some of the for mations which constitute the crust of the earth, lo a depih of many fathoms, are1 composed merely of the remains of anl malculaaj, which must have been millions of years accumulating. To meniion an example Inboli stone is formed of ex quisite little shells, 'so minute and d minute and so numberless, that a cube of ooe tenth of an inch is said to contairi 500.000 individuals. The "chalk beds have accumulated from the excrement of fiah; and Iho Numllitic limestone, whicli has furnished the imperishable block of the Pyramids of Egypt,' is' a concre'(iori of small shells, chambered with the most perfect symmetry; 'and deposited in ih4 course of Innumerable ages. -What is if; then, to Bay, in the devout words of the l salmist, that a thousand years are es teemed by the Deity as but one dayt In comparison' with the vftat; period of geological' time, a thousand yenrs are as nothing!- '' :vYWo ' v.; jf By the laws of.. Turk v. and other Eastern, nations, the Consulates- .therein may receive upder,,their protection strap; .' gers and sojourneis whose- religion amj social manners do not assimilate wittj yher religion and manners of those countries.