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POETRY.
From, the. Ohio Aurora.
H3 THE HON. THOMAS MORRIS.
Written on hearing of his rejection as United States Sen
ator from Ohio, and of the election of Judge Tappan in his
stead.
Our glory's sun is set,
For the heart and lip are dumb,
And the Southron's taunt is tamely met
Our kneeling day is come!
For the recreant West hath kneeled,
At the footstool of the South,
And the roice of her own freo son is sealed,
And the seal is on her mouth,!
Let her name be blazoned high
On the land and by the sea!
In tho cold New-England's stormy sky,
Where the heart and lip are free!
Where her mountain-torrent roars,
Her wide, deep forests through,
Along by her gray and surf-lashed shores
O'ei her lakes so cold and blue!
In Pennsylvania's heart,
Where the heart shall never yiold!
Where her solemn streams from her mountains start,
On Braddock's bloody field!
Where tho starved and way-worn slave
Is shot in his mouniain-lair,
And his mangled corse finds a rocky grave
Where lie breathed his first free air,
Where his blood is in the wild,
Though his screams have died away,
While look in vain his wife and child,
For his steps by night and day ;
In the prairies wild and green,
Be her name in every mouth,
Be it heard on every side, ay, e'en
In tho South in the guilty South!
What hast thou done, that they
Should frown upon thee now .'
What is the crime they thus repay
With a dark and clouded brow ?
While round our banners wa.ve4
And the glorious boon is won,
Thou hast listed the cry of the dying slave,
As she groaneth in the sun!
Thou haJst eyes and coulds not be blind
To her hot and bitter tears,
Nor deaf to her shrieks that load the wind,
Nor cold to a mother's fears;
Thy heart could not be dumb
To the wail of the down-trod poor,
Though the stern rebuke should harshly come
From the sons of the high and pure.
Thou art one of the few who are better
Than those they represent,
Who rise to burst the bondman's fetter
Ere the day for breaking is spent,
Who cherish those golden words ,
That are from oblivion won,
Undying gems that flashed from the lips
Of the glorious Jefferson 1
There are some whose nerves are strong,
Who can see the slave all gory,
And scarred with the mark of the driver's thong,
And shout, " Oh glory! glory!"
Who can gaze on the bowed with years,
-As he perisheth in the sun,
And coldly look on the orphan's tears,
As she prayeth her life were done,
On her deadly agony,
That is seen in the dim midnight;
On her lips that utter their dying cry
In their ghastly, ghostly white!
Thou art not one of those,
To thy glory be it said:
Thou canst not now thy free lips close,
For the captive bends his head.
But thou who canst not feel
For the slave, though slave thou bo,
The haughty South hath stamped her seal
Of a crouching slave on thee.!
Bend low ! be mild and meek,
Thy burning shame quick smother,
If thy master smile thee on one cheek,
Turn cahnly thou the other!
But thou, the wise and good,
We will pray together for thee;
Thou hast done as thy country's freeman should
While battling for her freo!
Thou hast our warmest love,
Thou hast our freshest tears,
And shalt have that love till our hearts grow cold,
To our latest, latest years.
Farewell! farewell! Unknown
Though the minstrel is to thee,
He hath, wpoed his lyre to an humble tone,
For the champion cf the free!
And its dying cadence moans,
" May sorrow find thee never,
And love, and truth, with their kindred tones
Be with thee now and forever!"
Shelley.
Judge Tappan, who, it is said, was formerly an aboli
tionist, but who has lately discovered and renounced his
error.
From the Vermont Mercury.
The Value of Time. .
There is no remedy for time misspent,
No healing for the waste of idleness,
Whose very languor is a punishment
Heavier than active souls can feel or guess.
Ohl hours of indolence and discontent.
Not now to be redeemed! ye Bting not less,
Because I know this span of iifo was lent
For lofty duties, not for selfishness.
Not to be whirled away in aiinless dreams,
But to improve ourselves and serve mankind
Life and its choicest faculties were given.
Man should be even better than he seems
And shape his nets, and discipline his mind
To walk adorning earth, deserving Heaven.
THE
MISCELLANEOUS
From the N. Y. Evangelist.
LETTERS FROM, DR. REMAN.
We are now able to commence the publication
of the first letter of Dr. Beman, which by some ac
cident we did not receive in due season.
London, February, 1839.
Mr Editor: It has become a land of common
law, that every man who crosses the ocean, for
the purpose of travelling iri a foreign country, shall
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give some account ot nimseii wimeupon tne great
waters. This law would seem to be imperative
in those cases where the result of one's observa
tions abroad, is, in any form, either for the instruc
tion or amusement of others, to meet the public
eye. vvniic notinng new, ana little that is even
moderately exciting, can be expected, where a
thousand minds have exhausted the richness and
variety of their powers, yet the usage leferred to,
has its origin in the very nature of those circum
stances in which the adventurer from home and
country, finds himself at the moment, placed. To
say nothing of the somewhat singular posture of a
traveller who should announce himself in a dis
tant land, without any history of the mode in which
he had been transferred from one hemisphere to
another, or should undertake to give an account
of his wanderings abroad, without an intimation,
that he had even left home there are other and
higher considerations to be taken into view con
siderations which appeal to the heart, and with
which our better feelings are deeply concerned.
While there is a congruity in the thing as pre
sented to the intellect a kind of symmetry as
viewed by the eye of taste, it may be salely affirm
ed, that no man in whose bosom the pulse of na
ture beats, can step from the soil which he has
trodden from his infancy, and exchange the part'
ing salutations of friendship, and feel the last fra
ternal grasp of the hand, without wishing to rc
cord, if it were only for his own present gratifica'
tion, and as a future memento of himself, those
mental conflicts the alternations of despondency
and hope which to him are novel, and must be
so to every one who, for the first time in his life, is
called to meet such a crisis.
Without further preface, then, I seat myself to
comply with this law of custom, and address my
thoughts to you, as lurnishing, ll not a very in
structive, certainly a very natural, introduction, to
other and successive communications which I have
promised for your paper.
On the morning of the 11th of January, 1S39, a
few minutes before J 2 o clock, JM., 1 went on board
the Montreal, Capt. Selh B. Griffuig one of the
regular line of packet ships between New York
and London. She had already hauled oil lrom
the dock, and was to be conveyed down the bay
and over the bar, by the steamer Hercules. The
morning was exceedingly fine, and warm for the
season ; a little snow was sprinkled upon the ad
jacent islands and the more distant lulls and high
lands, which was fast disappearing under the in
fluence of a bright winter's sun. The wind was
from the south-west, and though light, promised,
by the time we should dismiss the steamer, to fill
our canvass, and give us a gentle impulse, at least.
towards our destined port, i'r a snort time, as
usual, on such occasions, all was hurry and bustle ;
every one was occupied with his own personal
concerns, or absorbed in his own reflections. As
to myself, 1 had enough to engage my attention.
A few friends accompanied me to the ship, express
ed their kind wishes for my safety upon the miglv
ty deep, for a return, with invigorated health, to
my native Jand, and then bade me an allectionate
farewell, But a moment passed, and we were in
motion. The Hercules, with a strength indicated
by the name, seemed to take us up as a very little
thing, and to march forward, with a majestic step,
towards the Atlantic.
To me, it could be none other than a moment
of intense interest. The scene that spread around
me, was associated with the recollections of other
days; the one that lay before me, was all new and
unexplored; and dimness and obscurity hung over
it, as it stretched forward in.the distance. In fee
ble health, and with spirits far from buoyant, I was
now bidding farewell, perhaps forver, to my native
shores and skies. I might be gazing upon these
familiar objects the receding city, the shortening
spires, the calm and peaceful bay, with its beauti
ful islands, for the last time. There was not a
person on board with whom I had the slightest ac
quaintance. The place and circumstances too,
forced upon me recollections which I might not
have desired, at this moment, to indulge. About
three years since, a darling son, a youth of a love
ly spirit himself a stranger and alone, on board
the vessel, sailed from this port, and never return
ed. His bones sleep far from kindred and friends,
while his spirit, 1 trust, lives in heaven, lhe
thoughts of another land beyond the confines of
this earth, came with great vividness before my
mind, a3 I looked upon the land I had already be
gun to leave. I endeavored to commit myself to
God, and to derive consolation from the fact, that
" God reigneth." If it be his will, I shall return
to my native land, and view these lovely shores
again ; ll not, let me meet that will, without even
the silent breathing of a murmur. I thought of
those beautiful lines of Mrs. Williams, which
can hardly bo read without interest
" When gladness wings my favor'd hour,
Thy love my thoughts shall fill ;
Resign'd when storms of sorrow lour,
My soul shall meet thy will.
My lifted eye without a tear,
The gathering storm shall see ;
My steadfast heart shall know no fear,
That heart shall rest on thee."
The steamer left us, twenty minutes before 4
o'clock, and returned to the city, and we spread
our sails, and laid our course direct for London.
As night closed around us, and the last nook of
and disappeared, and even the fleet of white sails
which, like a flock of home-ward bound doves,
were hoverintr around the entrance of the bav.
-uuiu De seen no more, it would have been diffi
cult not to feel what it is to leave home, and friends,
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mu country, and commit one's self to a frail bark
upon an uncertain and treacherous element and
all the future obscure and undefiincd. With these
feelincs I took mv state-room, il.o (Wi ':t,
I '1 ' J l i'.v nielli IIIIUII
the ocean, laid my heavy head unnn
and left it to the waves to rock my cradle, and to
the winds to sing my lullaby.
The morning of the 12th rose upon us with fa
vorable prospects; the wind still fair, and blowing
with an exhileratjng freshness. I walked upon
deck, und took a more deliberate survey of our
packet. She is a fine ship of 550 tons, coppered
and copper fastened ; the cabin neatly fiinjshed, the
VOICE OF FREEDOM.
state rooms commodious, one of which it was my
good fortune to occupy alone,) and sea-stores, in
great variety and abundance, were strewed or
hung around, in all directions, lhe latter exhibi
tion especially if we may be permitted to judge from
subsequent effects, probably gave much more de-
ight to some of my fellow-passengers than mysell,
as the state of my health and my abstemious habits,
would hardly permit me to be enrolled on the eat
ing list at all. Lverything on board appeared to be
conducted in an orderly and seaman-like manner;
and I could not but feei, that, while affliction com
pelled me to enter upon this expedition, Providence
had been very kind in the arrangements which
attended it. At noon it was found, by observa
tion, that we were 140 miles from the Hook. It
was but. i brief period after, that the wind blew
more fresh astern, and our ship began to rock like
a cradle, xviy anticipations, noiwinstanuing a
manful resistance on my part, were speedily real
ized. The premonitory symptoms of that most
annoying, and least commiserated of nil diseases,
ii i 1 1 . . 1.1 1
called sea-sicKness, uegan to maiie ineinsetves
known. I summoned to my ajd every corporeal
and mental resource within my reach, but all
vain. I walked about, sat up, and laid down, but
all to no purpose, lhe seas demanded tribute.
annealed to my republicanism, and denied the
power of taxation on the one hand, without th
rip-lit of representation on the other ; but rny stom
ach appeared to have no taste for politics, either
whig or administration. 1 called in philosophy
to my aid. 1 his was ajeminine weakness whic
must be resisted and overcome ; and 1 had an ex
ample before my eyes to confirm my position, for
the only two ladies we had on board, were already
sick, luy stomach, however, was much more un
der the influence of the old fashioned lawsofphys
iology, than any nice speculations concerning the
comparative powers of the sexes; and, indeed
this instance, accorded with the settled theory of
my own head, on this point of intellectual science
1 invoked Imagination to assist me. 1 was on
my way to London, and I might see the Queen
But the superincumbent load was too ponderous to
be removed by such appeals. It was not to be
brushed away even by the sweep of the broad pin
ions of this "mighty angel among the huma
faculties. Politics, and philosophy, and imagina
tion, were equally powerless and ineffectual ; and
were only telling their tales to a deaf man ! I was
compelled to settle up the whole score, and then
for a time at least, I was much relieved. If this
had been the end of it, one might have submitte
in quiet, and indeed would have had abundant
cause for congratulation. But the same thing ha
to be done over and over again during a trip across
the Atlantic. At any rate, this was my experr
ence. At night the breeze freshened, & as we were
careering majesticaly before it, the roll of the shi
was fur from temperate, and rocked me wide
awake during the greater part of the night.
To le continued.
Letter of Rev. I). S. Ingraham.
American Missionary.
Kingston, Jam., Jan. 17, 1939
Dear Brother Benedict :
As the packet is to sail to-morrow, I must drop
you a word, though this is a bad time to state any
thing very detinite in repard to the laboring popu
lation of the Island. The holidays are but ius
over, during which time there is never any work
done on the estates. No doubt you hear many
horrid accounts of the bad conduct of the peopf
here, but let me assure you that but very few ac
counts you get from the papers of this Island can
be relied on at all. 1 have been credibly inform
ed, and have no doubt of its truth, that many of
the attorneys here, are using all the means in
their power to make the owners of properties, wh
reside in England, (as most do) believe that thei
estates are of little or no value, so that soon they
will be for sale at so low a rate that they will be
able to " make a good job of it. lliere is n
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uouui out many oi tne people are uau, Din you
know that when we see a person expert at any
business, we are apt to ask, "how did he become
so ?" and when we see the poor negro unjust and
slothful, we are only to ask, " who was his teach
er ? how did he become so f I have traveled a-
bout the Island considerably, and think I can sa
with truth, that the people are generally at wor
where they are ollered lair wages. I have never
heard the people ask for more than what the
masters used to hire them for. lhe people were
often hired for 50 cents, generally 37 1-2 per day
and they now are generally satisfied with 2o
cents per day, where no charge is made for their
houses and grounds. But many of the proprie
tors nfter receiving 37 1-2 cts per day for their
people, now turn round and ofter them 12 1-2.
and some even 9 cts per day. After the 1st of
August, a man came to his former master, and
wanted to make a bargain and "get on to work
" Well," said Massa, " how much do you ask ?"
" U, 1 don t know, replied bain " flow mucl
will Massa give ?" " Ten-pence (12 1-1 cts) per
day, was the reply ot iMassa. am replied, "Mas
sa, you don't member dat me wish to buy me free
lass year, and you swear dat me wort 'four bits
(J7 1-M cts) a day, and now you ofler me ten
pence ! Hi ! ! no, me will co sit down fuss."
And so it has been in many cases, and the people
have been jooiea nnii till they will scarcely work
lor any price. Many of the masters charge the
people such unreasonable rent for their houses and
grounds, that it will take all the labor of the neo
pie to pay rent. Some have charged the husband
and wife 50 cts each, and for each child 25, so that
many are not able to pay rent alone without great
exertions, and of course the people do notentirelv
forget that they have toiled for nought all their
lives, and you see it would ennd them tremen
dously. The people arc called by every hard
name, because they will not work for hist what
they are offered, and " O how ungrateful they are"
n they are not ready at Massa s call. U what a
murderer is slavery it murders both master and
slave, and puts both in hell while on earth.
We see one glorious effect of freedom in this
Isle ; it has created great, and, I may say, univer
sal desire for religious knowledge. Yesterday I
had 90 scholars in my schools, and besides these,
I have some 90 more in evening and Sabbath
schools : some are very young and some very old.
Not long since a poor old man came to me'froni
the mountains, and said he wanted to gel a book
oi me and " learn iwq words, if no more, before
me die." But a short timo since a man came
moro than 20 miles to beg me to send some one
there to teach their children and tell fhpm "de
good word." I finally went to the place, and
lound hundreds almost ns destitute n lm u
be, having no kind of school, or any gospel nearer
than 6 or 8 miles. They begged with eloquence,
I assure you and they seemed to see and to feel
their real condition ; they offered to do any thing
they could to get a minister, and at once bought 6
acres of land at $30 per acre, and said " now,
minister, say de word and tell we what you want
and we no stop lill it all be readyv" They will
bring it a great distance, all on their heads. And
again, but last Saturday three men came to me
from the mountains, about 16 or 18 miles distant,
and plead for me to go and see their destitute con
dition, and I could not get rid of them till I had
promised to go and see them. They said, " we
have a shingled chapel now, and if Massa wants,
we will buy a new house which has Just been built
at our place." I could give places to a dozen good
teachers to night, and may the Lord speedily
send them. The state of the Island is peaceful
and quiet, except the manners of some masters,
who can be suited with nothing but slavery. This
" pay-system" is " awful" to such, and they ate
ready to cry out, " The Island is ruined," "its
brightest star is eclipsed," " The people are far
worse off than when slaves," &c. But I have
not as yet found any who were willing to return to
their former state.
We are about forming an A. S. Society here,
for the abolition of slavery throughout the world,
and are anxiously looking forward to the time
when the last shackle shall fall, and the earth shall
hold a jubilee.
Please send us a few papers, not only the
Emancipator, but any other you may have to
spare.
From your brother in labors for the oppresed,
D. S. Ingraham.
P. S. There is one thing I forgot to mention in
regard to the peoples not working. Many of the
proprietors and overseers will not have any of the
people to work unless all turn out, and you will
see that this would make great confusion, especial
ly as the females do not choose to do much work
out of doors. D. I.
The Wife at Home.
After you shall have exaggerated to the utmost
the number and the faults of the gadding, gossip
ing, and idle woman, we still have a million of
American house-wives, brightening a million
homes and hearts. Mrs. Nelson is one of them.
Her husband is not the meekest man in the coun
try, nor by nature the most hospitable, but she
makes up for all, like the credit side of an ac
count. In the exercise of the passive virtues, she
finds her greatest happiness. She holds it to be
one of the very first duties of life to render her
home delightful, first to her husband, next to her
children, and then to all who may enter her hos
pitable doors. Early in life, she observed that
several of her husband's intimate acquaintances
were becoming irregular in their habits. She
and Nelson talked it over at length. He being a
rough man, declared it to be his intention to break
off all intimacy with Lang and Shepherd, on the
spot. " O no ! husband," said she, " that would
be cruel ; remember the proverb, ' A soft word
breaketh the bone.' Let me alone to bring them
to their bearings : at any rate, give me a month
for an experiment." " You ! Mary," he exclaim
ed in astonishment, "you amaze me; surely you
will not follow them to the bar-room, as Jemima
Murphy does her good man." " No," said his
wife laughing, " but we women have some se
crets left still. Wait but a month."
The month rolled round. Nelson had hard
work to refrain from falling upon the two men vi
olently, but he waited to see the issue, and even
kept out of their way that the incantation might
be uninterrupted. At the close of less than three
weeks, Lang and Sheperd were two of the most
quiet, orderly, and domestic men in the neighbor
hood. " Why, Mary," said Nelson, " what in the
world have you done to them?" "I ! husband?
I have not exchanged words with them for weeks.
" Then von had some witchcraft at work." " Not
I," she replied ; " the story is soon restated. I had
observed for a long time that their, homes were
growing dismal, and I often told Mrs. Lang what
I feared concerning her husband. Indeed, I had
heard you tell of his repeating over his glass that
abominable saying, " the devil's at home." After
my conversation with you, I set to work not on
the husbands, but their wives. Simple creatures,
they scarcely knew what I meant. They wished
indeed that the men would spend more time at
homo, and even wept about their late hours and
rum-drinking. But they were not prepared for
my telling them that they must redouble the at
tractions ol their own lire-side and table make
the cheer better the fire brighter the children
cleaner the welcome heartier ; call in a pleasant
neighbor to tea have a little singing in the even-
ng, and even invite to a comfortable supper two
or three of the husband's tavern cronies. It took
admirably. The wives triumphed, and I hope
yon are satisfied."
1 hough it is likely Nelson did not lust then
suspect it, this was the very course which had pro
ved successful in saving himself from ruinous hab
its. And most earnestly is it to be wished that a
our towns and villages were lilled with sue
wives as love and honor the family institution :
Every one has made the observation that there
are many more women who are religious, than
men; but the final cause of this has not so often
been remarked. Divine providence by this dis'
criminating favor to the one sex, pours influence
into the social fountain. As are the mothers of
nation, so will be the sons, and, in a measure, th
husbands.
C. Q.
Newark (IV. J.) Da. Adv.
Something for Children.
THE HONEST SWEEP.
A boy was employed by a rich lady to sweep
her chimney. As he. was climbing down the
chimney, he came suddenly into the lady's dress-
nr-room, where there were a crcat many line
things and among others, a gold watch set with
parkling diamonds. As nobody was in the room,
he stopped to look at the fine thinirs. He took up
the watch in his hand, and said to himself, " U, I
wish I had such a fine watch ! Put if I take it,
shall be a thief. Yet nobody sees me. Ah ! no
hoihi. dii I snv 1 Yps. God sees me lor he is
1,1 T thnn be able to sav mv
rayers to Him, after 1 had stolen tne may s
watch? nnd could I die m peace' And then
the cold chills ran over him, and he trembled all
Over. " INO! Sam ne, inmiiiy uuwu mu which;
" I had much rather bo poor, and be a good boy,
and have God pleased with me, than fq be rich,
and bo a thief, and have God angry with me."
Can you tell me, dear children, what part of j
the boy that was reasoning ana thinking about
the watch ? Was it his mouth, or his eyes, or his
ears, or his hands, or his feet ? Was it any part
of his body ? " No, indeed !" you will all say.
"His body, which was made out of the dust of the
earth, could not think. It was his soul." Very
well. It was his understanding that thought and
reasoned about it; it was his conscience that told
him it was wrong, and it was his will that chose
not to do it. The difference between a good and
a bad heart is, that a good heart chooses what is
right, and a bad heart chooses what is wrong. A
good heart loves to think about good things, and a
bad heart loves to think about bad things. A
good heart loves what is good, and a bad heart
loves what is bad.
If you had been there, could you have seen
this boy's thoughts ? Could you have seen his
heart, when it was choosing not to steal ? No
you cannot see your own thoughts. You could
have seen the boy's body, but you could not have
seen his thoughts. You cannot see spirit and
thoughts are spirit. God is a Spirit ; but he has
no body like us so you cannot see Him. He is
a great Spirit, for he is every where. This boy
knew that He was every where, and that was.
what made him afraid to take the watch. He,
knows all things, and can do what He pleases .;.
but He always does what is right for He is very!
good, and can never choose what is wrong. N.
In the diary of Mrs. Hawkes, whose biography
by Miss Cecil has just appeard, we find the follow
ing entry :
" I have been shutting myself up in my dear
departed mother's chamber, the very walls and fur
niture of which are sacred. A thousand times
have I marked her retiring into it for the purpose
of devotion. Often have I overheard her strong
cries and tears to God. and often caught the sound
of 'my children,' as if that interest was uppermost.
At morning, at noon and at evening, she never
failed to retire to read and pray. Thousands of
tears has she shed in this chamber ; where I have
sometimes had the privilege of kneeling down by
her side. How present is her image ! How
sweet my communion with her departed spirit !
Little did I then know the value of her intercession
for her children ; or the weight of her character or
example as a christian. Thank God I know it
now, and abhor myself in proportion as I estimate
her. O that I might but tread in her honored
steps ! O that her prayer for every one of us may
be like 'bread cast upon the waters,' found after
many days ! O may my dear mother's God be
my God ! He graciously carried her through ma
ny years of weakness and sorrow. He enabled
her to walk worthy of her high calling; and he
stood by her in her dying hour. Her last words
were, ' Forme to die is gain' and 'I will pray
for my children while I have breath.'
My brother seemed much upon her mind.
O may his mother be much upon his mind, and up
on all our minds ; and may we meet her in glo
ry! Who knows but her happy spirit has been a
witness to my secret transactions in her former
chamber. May all my transactions through life
be equally pleasing in her eyes."
In a letter previously quoted, her mother uses
this language :
" I thankfully acknowledge the loving kindness
of the Lord in carrying on his good work in my
soul. Truly can I say, it is my desire to live en
tirely to his glory.
I have many cares and fears ; but I cast 'them
all on Him who careth for ine. The souls of my
dear children lie heavily upon my heart, but
through mercy, I find myself more than ever re
signed to the will of God : and I desire to leave all
to Him, and live only to his glory."
When the mother died, Mrs. Hawkes seem
ed wholly absorbed in the pleasures of the world.
Original Anecdote. ' Hollow, you man with
the pail and frock,' said a British officer, as he
brought his fiery steed to a stand in front of Gov.
Chittenden's dwelling, ' can you inform me wheth
er his honor the Governorof Vermont reside? here?'
' He docs,' was the response of the man, still
wending his way to the pig-sty. ' Is his honor at
home?' continued the man of the spurs, 'most
certainly,' replied the man of the frock. ' Take
my horse by the bit, then,' said the officer ; : I
have business to transact with your master.'
Without a second bidding, the man did as re
quested, and the officer alighted and made his way
to the door and gave the pannel several hearty
taps with the but of his whip for, be it known,
in those days of republican simplicity, knockers
and bells, like servants, were of but little use.
The good dame of the house answered the summons
in persons ; and having seated the officer and as-
scrtained his desire to see the Governor, departed
to inform her husband of the guest's arrival ; but
on assertainmg that the officer had made a hitch-ing-post
of her husband, she immediately returned
and informed him that the Governor was engaged
in the yard, and could not well wait on his honor
and his horse at the same time. The predica
ment of the officer can be better imagined than
described. Troy Whig.
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