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GRASS VALLEY TELEGRAPH.
VOL. 1. THE TELEGRAPH, A WEEKLY NEWSPAPER, PUBIJSHED EVERT THURSDAY MORN ING, IN GRASS VALLEY. J. WING OLIVER, - PUBLISHER AND EDITOR. Main Street, opposite tije bead of Churttr Street. ■ TERMS: For one year,'in advance, .- $7.00 For six inonflfti 4,00 For three m0nth5,........ .1 2,00 *. Single copies,.; ‘ 25 cts. jgSf" Advertisements at reasonable rate^ W* SIEILSSiF' ' Jnk Main St., Grass Valley.. Having recently received a large and well selected assotment of J 888136 m We are now prepared to execute ALL KINDS OF PRINTING In a Superior Nlanner, Miners, or Companies of Copartnership, wishing Crrtifinite nf Itnrk can be accommodated at short notice. We shall keep conslantly on hand Notes of Exchange, law Blanks, Bill Beads, Deeds* Notes, Checks. Also at short notice we are prepared to strike off J?3£‘©*^3£AES3£ , CIRCULARS, HAND-BILLS LABELS, POSTERS, And in short, all kinds of Job work will be quickly ■done, neatly done, and well done, and on the MOST REASONABLE TERMS. * THE AMERICAN BANNER. “ O may that spotle-s fla" no '-rle.l Wave high in triumph o »r lie world, And may each freeman’s cuorua be. My native land and berty.” Who among us can end ui H.jilov , v jac knowledgment and compliment to Amer ican people, from the London .V3v% User ■without feeling the hoi blood rysli *'.roi; •every vcin—wrtirerrHeetthg th* t U cti.. h-••.■»• -of a national pride flashing throng a f®ry nerve : “An American corv <- the St. Loir terpd harbor or lay in it. InformSl'of the facts, the captain boarded the Austrian brig. He insisted on seeing the prisoner, would take no refusal, and would listen to no sub terfuges. M. Koszta was produced. Bleed ing and stunned, he could give no explana tion, and maintain no claim. The Amarican commander was compelled to leave him till accurate information was procurable. But he warned the Austrian not to weigh his an chor. and put himself in a position to prevent a flight. The passport was found, and the captain of the St. Louis re-demanded M. Koszta. He armed his boats, cleared his decks, and showed he could act as well as talk. M. Koszta was set free, and is now in the charge of the Consul of France, and is saved from the gibbet of the friend of Aher deen and “ young hope of his country.” We have something to say and something to ask. We say, what all see, that America can, and that she will protect her citizens and guests. She has no standing army—she has scarce a navy, but her flag is upon every s«J[ and the name of “American,” and the pass port of America, is a warrant from affront and outrage. Unarmed, unharmed, she takes tier place among the nations, and is treated with respect and awe. We saw this in the Hungarian war, when Daniel Webster made the Austrian Qovernraent abjectly eat the leek. We see if again now. The reason is plain. America represents that principle of liberty that makes every people her ally.— American statesmen speak and write in the interest of a country, not a class. The act of this American captain is the theme of Eng land, of Germany, and France. Their jour nals express what the people feel. Even the Charavari jests no more, hut shouts ‘ Long live America!’ The refugees, the Pariahs, the maligned of Europe, areTiving men once more. America claims these waifs of liberty, and offers them the safeguard of her flag. The hulks of Aus tria, motionless beneath the pointed cannon* of America, render up their victim. The no ble conduct of her marine at Smyrna is a great fact in history. The news of the de mand of 51. Koszta by her Minister at Con stantinople, sets the seal upon her magna nimity. March forward, Young America, in huraaaity r s cause, and shout the rally shout ‘ Go-a-head!’ which makes every heart beat high I” Z&r* “ Daddy, I want to ask you a ques tion.” “ Well, what is it, my son ?” “ Why is neighbor Smith’s liquor shop like a coun terfeit dollar?” “I can’t tell,my son.” “Be cause you can't pass it,” said the boy. The old man was carried off on a shutter. GRASS VAUEY, CALIFORNIA, Tin t, DECEMBER 15, 1853 HE IS KILLING HIMSELF WITH WORK, Men's wire’s differ in most things. Some of them prefer silks. and some bareges. Some like operas, and a few prefer to stay at home. Nature has provided that in their tastes and dispositions there should be a healthful vari ety. But in one matter they are alike, or nearly all; —there possibly may be excep tions. We are not much acquainted in the south-w- 4* and there is a strip of land cir cumjit Petapsco Bay, of which we are not co tto speak from experience. But generally, all wives -agree in thinking that their dear Wnsbands are killing themselves with worlit —good wives we mean, of course. If there is such a thing in all creation np « lazy, good-for-nothing worn.ia, si 1 ■ out her helpmeet as a i ■■ < i -roo idle for anything but tv ea ; r !• busier .hands have earned for re. smart-woman is full ©• jha. poor has hand is working himself to do a every day.. He has not a mil o sp. V faraily ; he grows haggard with iheperpetual excitement of his business. His best days he shuts himself up from the bright face of na ture, and in his shop or his office pores per petually ove- his work. He dreams of it nights. -He „alks of it days. He falls asleep when he goefpto church—poor man, he is so fired! —and dozes in the company of the most Interesting ladies, unless the circle of the con versation is made to embrace his all-engross ing business. True, he does go out with her evenings, occasionally ; but he does not seem to,relish it. He does not weigh as much as be did a year ago. For the work he does, he ought to be better paid—albeit the boss pays no man better in the shop. If he is in busi ness, he certainly must do twice as much as his partner ; and his vacations arl not half as long. To believe what the wives say. you would tremble for the race, lesplts constitu tion should bo broken in its youth, and the of age creep in upon the terribly fhardAvorkcr, before his sun has attained the meridian. But there is a respectable number of mid dle-aged men yet surviving •"’- 1 '— T yet at their work. They go py aborAthe streets, with -.mrp appellees for the news, moj;o active than they were twenty years ago, aotf sprightly as young men about their business..,Their wives enjoy their wor rying as well as. ever sigh aver their hus bands' imprudent exertions, rf-pv i\ui daily for trying to do too much, and s : 1! uar teat tbev will <T.e young men pe.a-f. j-j.-nce &rer~‘'Jrr*\an "?'■ t ~ tbeiVnfen get -Id. tVf' V ; cause I h* y COTitfoue their f labor.— e> »'t?: : confident they will not lire out half ■irdnp ii they keep on at shell ar. ly. If ..as well enough to stave ahead when they were young; but now they are old. they should favor themselves. Working all day, and part of the night, is well enough for peo ple in their prime ; but old folks cannot do it with impunity. Ah! them constitution was ruined in their youth. The old man smiles as it is said.—he rather likes to remember how he used to ruin his constitution, and thinks if he were young again, he would turn to a better account a good many hours that were wasted. We repeat it. wives are all alike; their husbands all labor too hard ; they are killing themselves with over-work. A Remarkable Circumstance. —We saw in market on Saturday morning, a mulatto man named William Thompson, who for the past ten years has been gradually turning white, and is now of a.-fair a color all over his body, with the exception of his face and hands, as white persons who stay in-doors a great deal. His hands are nearly as black blood ed negro's, probably because ho wodvs in the sun and wind a great deal, but liijiltce is of the color of aa ordinary mulatto’s. The process of blanching is now grad ually spreading to his face and hands, and there is no doubt that in a couple of vears he will be entirely white. The skin is of a heal thy color, and the old gentleman, who is sev enty-eight years of age, enjoys as good health as could he expected of one of his years. He is industrious, cheerful, and communicates the singular circumstances of his physiology with freedom and noliteness. He has quite a spir it of about him. and says he has rejected a»ffer of $3,000 which a show man made him for an engagement of two years, to travel and exhibit himself to the public ; alsoj|overal other similar offers He says that he is able to make a living, and will not resort to such a mode of making money. His parents were mulattos, and was born in Pennsylvania. Ho,lives a qr miles from west of the city, wi re farm which furnishes produce to stt; o” market. —lndianapolis Jour. Fanny Fe^n. —The Transcript says that the newspaper articles signed “Fanny l orn,’ are written by Mrs. Farrington, formerly Mrs. EldridgCjAff ton. The ladv is the daugh ter of cF able Nathaniel Willis, Esq., for many jdWtv, editor and publisher of the Boston Recorder. It will be seen that “Fan ny” belongs to a literary family. jpgs' An inquisitive lawyer, famous for ex amining witnesses, had a nice old gentleman, and witty withal, upon the stand questioning him upon his ability to loan money and give credit, resorting to all sorts of interrogato ries to draw from him a statement of the amount of /his property, and in what it con sisted—in fact how much he was wof h. The old gentleman considering the question rath er impudent, for he was quite w thy, an swered that he had a wife—he always called her dear —a boy and girl he would not sell for any money—a mortgage on two cows down east—a nice litter of pigs and the moth er of the same—a barrel of cider that never saw daylight, and “a puppy that knows more than you do, for which I have been offered twenty-five dollars/’ —Boston Post. THE MA? .V xli Bt Gf-O-SCX i>- .‘HK-TI,? m : Si.ekp on— on— above thy corje The winds their Sabbath keep,-4 The wave is round thee—and tny 1 reast Heaves with the heaving deep ; O’er thee, mild eve her beauty flinte ; And there the white gull lifts her hngs ; And the blue halcyon loves to lava Her plumage in the holy wave. ? I Sleep on—no willow o’er thpe ben* With melancholy air. No violet springs, nor: dewy rose | Its soul of love lays bare ; But there the sea-flower bright anlyoung Is sweetly o’er thy slumber flung | And, like a weeping mourner fair, ] The pale flag-hangs its tresses thei| ■i ep on—sleep on—the glittering J^pths \>r ocean's coral waves bright urn—thy requiem aie music of its waves ; Ti e purple gems forever burn 1 fadeless beauty round thy um : ' d, pure and deep as infant love, The blue sea rolls its es above ! < ’ Sleep on—sleep on—the fearful wnth 0€ mingling cloud and deep, May leave its wild and stormy track Above thy place of sleep, But when the wave has sunk to rest, As now' ’twill murmur o’er thy breist ; And the bright victims of the sea Perchance will make their home with thee. , ; Sleep on—thy corse is faraway, But love bewails thee yet,— For thee the heart-wrung sigh is bteathed, And lovely eyes are wet:— And she, the young and beauteous wide, Her thoughts are hovering by thy side ; As oft she turns to view with tears \ The Eden of* departed years. LITERARY RELICS. The house in which Milton reside! between the years 1851 and 1659, existed only a few years back, at No. 18 York street, Westmins ter, London. Jeremy Bentham, to whom the house belonged, put up a tablet on the back wall (believed to have been the front in the port’s time) inscribed. ‘‘Sacred to Milton, e of poets.'’ This habitation, wherein 3f ‘“Paradise Lost” Was undoubtedly >sed, was at the time we allude to, rent er two or three poor families, the ground fiooi »eing converted into a chandler’s shop, from the parlor windows the poet could have commanded a view of St. James’ Park, more picturesque then, than at present. At Chal <mt n Buckinghamshire, is another residence of ! ilton’s, in which he composed “‘ Paradise it’egaiaed.” Though the pear tree, said to be planted by Cromwell, in Sidney College, Ca Mridge, was cot down in March. 1833, the r :! rry tree planted by his illustrious Lat in secretary, MPtou. has been more fortunate, still flourish in g in* tlner pbsi»£tit> garden Christ’s College, where it was planted by tS youthful student. Some years ago it sutforcd considerably from a violent gale of wind, which sadly shat tered it; but its aged boughs were carefully propped up. and its trunk protected by a par tial covering of lead. With these aids it promised to look green for many years to come. Its fertility appeared to have under gone no change ; in the summer it was laden with fruit, of which more than two bushels of the finest flavor were gathered in the season of 1835. The smallest fragments from this tree were religiously cherished by the poet’s numerous admirers. In August. 1790, when Milton’s coffin was discovered br ried under the desk in the channel of tb church of St. Giles, Cripplegate, some friends of tbe over seer contrived, at night tim ,to posse;; i them selves of the hair and some f .ie weth of; the immortal poet. In the grounds of Abbington Ab> th amptonshire, stands G. rick's nr ee, ; with his inscription upon copper to , one of the limbs : “ r ’ l is was ed by David Garrick, Esq., ai . >e rcquei-t • . Ann 1 Thursby, as a growing testimony of thei friendship. 1779.” Henry Kirke White’s favorite tree, w _ •- on he had cut “ H. K. W., 1805,” stood on the sands at Whitton. in Northumberland, till it was cut down by the woodman’s axe ; but in veneration for the poet’s memory, tbe portion bearing his initials was carefully preserved in an elegant gilt frame. Some years ago, a curious arm-chair, which had belonged to Gay, the poet, was sold at public auction, at Barnstable, his na tive place. It contained a drawer underneath h; seat, at the extremity of which was a •mailer drawer, connected by a rod in front, by which it was drawn out. Benjamin Franklin’s “fine crab tree walk ag-stick. with a gold head, curiously wrought in the form of a cap of liberty,” we all know, was bequeathed, in a codicil to his will, “ to the friend of mankind, General Washington;” adding, “ that if it had been a sceptre, he has merited it, and would become it.” General Washington has a fame beyond the price of sceptres. Pope’s house at Binfield has been pulled down, but the poet’s parlor still exists as a part of the present mansion, erected on the spot. A patch of the great forest near Bin field has been honorably preserved, under the name of Pope’s Wood. His house at Twick enham is gone, the garden is bare, but the celebrated grotto remains, stript, however, of all that gave it picturesqueness, grace and beauty. Cowper’s house, at Olt in still standing, | in the same ruinous state so humorour’y de scribed by the poet; his parlor v oied ! as a girl’s school. The summer 1 he , garden, in which he used to sit is verses, also remains, its walls c n- ch visitor’s names. His residence hr t .eigh boring village of Weston bag teen ? " tered, but is still beautiful, with a prolusion of roses in it. < Goldsmith’s cottage at Kilburn. wherein he wrote the Vicar of Wakefield and the De serted Village, was taken down a few years ago, to make way for new buildings. For the Telegraph. TSE CALIFORNIA EXPRESS ON THE MAINE LAW. The California Express of Nor, 23d, con tains a leader which may be thought a demol ishment of the Maine Law hnmbug ■„ The strong points in that powerful leader are these: Ist, “The Maine Law is one of the greatest humbugs of the age;” 2d, Its agita tion is pernicious in the extreme, worthy the censure of every upright citizen ; 3d', It has, received a terrible quietus in Ohio—is retro grading in public opinion, and the Express does not regret it. Why? Because, Ist, It is> wrong in principle, to enact by statute tbak saen must be grave, temperate, abstaining from all stimulating drinks, is simply nonsen sical—smacks of pantomime ; 2d, It “ causes men to be hypocrits—to wear long cold wa ter faces abroad, and guzzle at home;” 3d, It is gotten up for effect by designing, un scrupulous men. Here you have it in a nut shell, but not in regular order. What do you think of it? We are nonplussed. We have been trying to load up with a little Maine Law thunder, being something of a temper ance man, and designed visiting Marysville, in connection with other places, to blaze away in the name of God and humanity, in favor of such a law for rum-drenched Califor nia. But as “its agitation is pernicious in the extreme, and worthy the censure of every upright citizen,” we will have to stay at home, and hold our peace. Mr. Telegraph, we will comment a moment or two on that powerful leader. Ist, It is wrong in “principle.” Beg your pardon, Mr. Express. You don’t quite hit the principle. It is not the principle of the Maine Law to make men grave, temperate and to abstain from stimulating drinks. There is not a word in any prohibitory law of any State where it is adopted, about men being grave, or what they shall or shall not drink. The fundamental principle of the prohibitory measure is this: that no members of society have the right to traffic indiscriminately in a deadly virus, which directly -destroys more lives—causes more human suffering and mis ery—induces more crime, and* demoralizes and inebriates humanity generally,, mote than any and all other agencies combined • and that they shall not be allowed to inflict such evils on society for the sake of gain, any more than they shall be allowed to rob, coun terfeit or murder. In other words, that men shall not be allowed to murder and rob their neighbors, through the instrumentality of rum. any more than with arsenic, revolvers or bowie knives. That men shall be temper ate, sober and decent, is the object to be se cured by the law, just as honesty is of the law of theft, or chastity of the law of adul tery. Will the Express take this principle upon his plate—chew it well—and let it di gest. that he may discover whether it lacks the nutriment of sense? Now if he did not km »w what the principle of the law was, he ought, before denouncing it. If he did, he h iit great injustice, by giving its carica tore, clothed in a puritanical, straight jacket, and “nonsensical” written upon its forehead, that the masses may jeer at it. But after all, such efforts at straining at a gnat and swal lowing a saw mill , will only split the throats of those who make them. 2d, “It causes men to be hypocrits.” That were a grievous fault. Already too many have been apt scholars in that science. But may not that objection be urged against ev ery law preventing vice ? Are there not men who evade every law, and yet appear honest and law abiding? Are there not thieves who move about in the garb of honesty ?—mur derers whose guilt is covered with the mask of hypocrisy, and adulterers who throw over their pollution the robe of chastity ? What then? Had we better repeal laws, believing that open and public vices are less injurious in their tendencies than concealed ones? So the Express would teach us. Oh, Solon, thou hast come again from the shades. 3d, “ It is gotten up for effect, by design ing, unscrupulous men.” Certainly, it is gotten up for effect. It is designed to “dry up” every rum hole and close every public gateway to hell throughout America, to emp ty jails and penitentiaries of their convicts, asylums and alms-houses of their inmates, to remove one-half the crimes and criminal lit igations from our courts, to lighten the peo ple of one-third their burden of taxes, to clothe the widow, put bread in the orphan's month, and to secure fire to warm them both, and to improve the public morals a thousand per cent! Effects! Certainly it will produce effects that will astonish the natives, and the Ex press too, if it lives long enough. “By designing, unscrupulous men.’’ Cer tainly they are designing; they design to wipe out the-bloody statutes from our civil , escutcheons which give to men the legal right to mu'rdei; and rob neighbors. They design to hurl down the hoary monster Alco hol from his throne of skulls, where he has feasted and gloated for centuries on human bodies pnd souls; and to bury him, face down wards, snd so deep that he will never scratch out again. Unscrupulous! Certainly they are. They classify the rum traffic as a system with theft, highway robbery and. murder—more ruinous in |ts results than all these combined, and claim that it.'ought to feel the honest blows of .the civil arm; and they lay down and sleep , soundly, without their consciences hurting* them at all. Ah, yes, Mr. Express, they are very unscrupulous. ' Lastly, it is slain with a quietus —dead and* buried', and the Express has preached its fu meral sermon -without a tear. Alas, alas! for it was a promising child. But hold on—it is not dead yet—neith|r shrouded, coffined nor sepulchred. And ifn it is, it will burst its cerements. / Truth crushed to. earth will rise again ; The eternal years of God are hers ; But Error, wounded, writhes in pain, And dies among’ his worshippers. % The Maine Law is not dead—neithey Is it sick. True, over in Ohio, the friends of proi hibition have been defeated this year. There are distilleries' and rum-shops enough in northern Ohio to defeat them, we fear, for some years to come. But the'end is not yet. The cause of humanity will prevail there. It is going on gloriously in other States. The Express don’t read temperance news, or he b’ould have learned that the gi ant, after going “ away down east,” lb the, State of Maine, has received a mighty sword A —it cuts both .ways, and be is.wielding it most scientifically. He will be over here in California, by and by ; then the way you will have confusion in the rum camp will be a caution. Come on, we say.—leap the Pacific at a §ingle stride* and cut and stash right and left. Hold I, hold f the agitation of it is per nicious in the extreme, and Is worthy the cen- . sure of every upright citizen* More anon. ’ . J). A. D. >■■■ v„. . , •- ■ «, I* - ■ ■ ~ " j i ’ , ' ,• ‘ For the Grass Valley Telegraph. - The magnificent obelisks which gave char acter and gra§e to t the v “ monumental city” of •mounfains, are no more. * They -waltzed with the breeze, they flirted Vith the clouds, they whispered with the stars, through an hundred summers; an hundred winters found their motto still “ United stand.” But * ■ » alas! the iron hand of necessity has consign ed them to the decapitating axe—aye, and hanged them too. I saw each of their proud necks writhing in the meshes'of a villainous rope. They nodded farewell ito, their broth ers on the hillsides; they seemed to cast a furtive glance at the distant Nevadas ; then trembling over the fearful plunge, they came swaying, surging, crashing down. As we see them fall, and hear the shout of the thought less crowd, imagination is irresistably hurried back to the days of their youthful prime— when this beautiful valley was “ hushed as night.” The tread of no adventurous pale face had resounded through these sylvan col onadcs. The dusky savage came beneath their shadow and passed silently on bis way. Heavems finger-posts had nothing to fear from him. Anon the white man comes wea rily from the way of the plains. He is bur dened with but his rifle, his compass and his knapsack. No fear from him! He measures the arrowy shafts with his eye, and counts their value in masts and spars, at his far home on the Atlantic shore, then sighs as he looks upon the barren hillsides and says in his heart, “here solitude must ever reign.” Ages have passed, and the quick ear of echo is startled by a shout. It is the pale face I Alone? No! his name is legion ! The lust for gold burns in his eye. He bears the pick, the shovel, and (alas for the “ pillars that prop heaven's arches”) also the shining, mur derous axe. With the passing breeze the for est kings shook their dark plumed heads mournfully together, and looked down to earth for quiet resting places. A few still lingered, and a city sprung up in their shade. Gay senoritas pranced beneath them ; brown Asiatics reposed at their feet; and the ever varying music of life, business and pleasure, seemed to while them from the remembrance of their doom. But in an evil hour they fell. The crowd shouted “Amen.” Yet a tear trembled in the eye of the “oldest inhabitant.” With respect, Cayote. Among other resolutions passed at Toledo, Ohio, by a German mass meeting, met to nominate a State and county ticket, and which resolutions are published in the Toledo Republican, is the following curious piece of composition, which being read, means, Resolved, That at the ensuing election for State and county officers, we will oppose any candidate who is in favor of a temperance law. NO. 13.