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Nun nl Vi'i'n VJ 9 VOLUME XI. CADIZ, HARRISON COUNTY, OHIO, JANUARY 1, 1815. NUMBER 41. TO POETRY. 57 Who would have thought that George D. Pmsn tic, the withering satirist, the pungent paragraphist, the bitter partiian editor, could have written any thing so sublime and beautiful as the following? 'Tis worthy the pen of a Pollock. En. Sentinel. THE CLOSE OF THE YEAR. BY GEORGE D. l'RENTICE. 3one! gone forever? Like a rushing wave Another year has burst upon the shore Of earthly being and its last low tones, Wandering in broken accents on the uir, Are dying to an echo. The gay spring With its young charms has gone gone with its leaves Its atmosphere of roses; its white clouds Slumbering like seruphs in the air, its birds Telling their loves in music; and its streams Leaping ami shouting from the up-piled rocks To make each echo with the joy of waves: And summer, with its dews and showers, has gone; Its rainbow glowing on the distant cloud Like spirits of the Storm ; its peaceful lakes Smiling in their sweet sleep, as if their dreams Were of the opening flowers and budding trees And overhanging sky ; und its bright mists Belting upon the mountain tops, as crowns Upon the heads of giants. Autumn too, Has gone with alj its deeper glories; gono With its green lulls like altars of the world Lifting their rich fruit offerings to their God; Its cool winds straying 'midst forest aisles To wake their thousand wind-harps; its serene And holy sunsets hanging o'er the west Like banners from the battlements of Heaven. Aud its still evenings, when the moonlight sea Was ever throbbing, like the living heart Of the great Universe. Ay, theso are now But sounds and visions of the past ; their deep, Wild beauty has departed from the Earth, And they are gathered to the embrace of Death, Their solemn herald to Eternity. Nor have they gone alone. High human hearts Of Passion have gone with tlicm. The fresh dust Is chill with many a breast, that burned erewhile With fires that seemed immortal. Joys, that leaped Like angels from the heart, and wandered free In life's young morn to look upon the flowers, The poetry of nature, and to list The woven sounds of breeze, and bird, and stream Upon the night air, have been stiicUon down In silonce to tiip dust. Exultant Hope, That roved forever on the buoyant winds Like the blight, starry bird of Paradise, And chanted to the ever-listening heart In the wild music of a thousand tongues, Or soared into the open sky, until Night's burning gems sscmcd jewelled on her brow, Has shut her drooping wing, and made her homo Within the voiceless scpulchie. And Love, Thntinelt at Passion's holiest shrine, and gazed On his heart's idol ns on some sweet star, Whose purity aud distance makes it d car, And dreamed of ecstacies, until his soul Seemed but a lyre, that wakened in the glanco Of the beloved one he too has gone To his eternal resting place. And where Isstcia Ambition lie who madly grasped AtGlory's fleeting phantom he who sought His fame upon the battle field, und longed To make his throne n pyramid of bones Amid a sea of blood ? He too has gone ! His stormy voice is mute his mighty arm Is nerveless on its clod his very name Is but a meteor of the night of years, Whose gleams fl ashed out a moment o'er the Earth And faded into nothingness. The dream Of high devotion beauty's bright array And life's deep idol memories all have passed Like the cloud shadows on a starlight stream, Or a soft strain of music, when the winds Are slumbering on the billow. ' Yet why nim-o Upon the past with sorrow? Though the year Hus gone to blend with the mysterious tide Of old Eternity, and borne along Upon its heaving breast a thousand wrecks Of glory and of beauty yet, why mourn That such is destiny? Another year Succeeded to the past in their bright round The seasons come und go the same blue arch, That hath hung o'er us, will hang o'er us yet The same pure stars that we have lov'd to watch, Will blossom still at twilight's gentle hour, Like lilies on the tomb of Day and still Man will remain, to dream ns he hath dreamed, And mar the earth with passion. Love will spring From the lone tombs of old Affections Hope And Joy and great Ambition, will rise up As they have risen and their deeds will ho Brighter than those engraven on the scroll Of parted centuries. Even now die sea Of coming years, beneath whoso mighty waves Life'i great events ure heavinglnto birth, la tossing to and fro, as if the winds Of heaven were prisoned in its soundless depths, And struggling to be free. 1 ' . Weep not, that time I passing on it will ere long reveal A brighter era to tho nations Hark! Along the vules nnd mountains of the earth ThoreisH deep portentious murmuring, Like the swift rush of subterraneous streams, Or like the mingled sounds of earth and air, When the fierce Tempest with sonorous wing, Heaves his deep fold upon the rushing winds And hurries onward with his night of clouds Against the eternal mountains. 'Tis tho voice 01 infant Freedom und her stirring call Is heard and answered in a thousand tonas From every hill top of her western home Andlo it breaks across old Ocean's flood And "Freedom !" "Freedom!" is the answering shout Of nations starting from tho spell of years. The day spring! see 'tis brightening in the heavens! The watchmen of the night have caught thtign From tower to tower, the signal-fires flash free And the deep watch-word, like the rush of seas That heralds the volcano's bursting flame, Is sounding o'er the earth. Bright years of Hope, And Life are on the wing ! Yon glorious bo w Of Freedom, bended by the hand of God, I spanning Time's dark nuryci. Its high Arch, A type of Love and Mercy on the cloud, Tells, that the many storms of human life Will pass in silence, and the sinking waves. Gathering the forms of glory and of peace. Reflect the undiinmed brightness of the Heavens. A STORY FROM THE FKEXCII. " MA DELAINE. RV MRS. E. r. ELLET. The following (ale is from tlie French; but great liberties having been taken with it ; the ori ginal being unfit for a faithful translation. One morning towards the middle of Decem ber, 1815, Colonel D'Areey and I were walking on the Boulevard de Grand. I noticed a few pu ces in front and advancing towards us, a tnaa and a young girl, whoso appearance irresistibly en gaged my interest at the fust glance. Tall, slen der iiud delicate, the young girl reminded me of plants nursed in hot-houses into a precocious growth and destined to perish prcmaturely.- ller face was of the chaste oval of the tnadooeas of Ciambua, her hair a rich brown in color, was parted on her forehead, and fell in ringlets on 01 thcr cheek, seilina off the clear paleness of her complexion; the elegance of her figure and her timid modiist air, corresponded with the innocent beauty of her countenance. The man who ac companied her was of middle size, and evidently in feeble health, his features were regular and ot even contour, but he was extremely pale and wore an expression of deep melancholy. Large and deep pimples traversed his forehead; but his eye was clear and bright as uu eagles, and 1 no ticed a quick and sudden flash, as he glanced on one side or the other. At first sight I shoe Id have taken him to be about sixty years of age, but a second look convinced me that he could not be more than forty, notwithstanding his snow- vvhi'.e hair. The two presented to my eyes so vivid a con trast, that I fell involuntarily into conjectures re specting their relations to each other, till my at tention was drawn to a middle-aged man walking behind and evidently watching them. Then J supposed them to he father and daughter, but 1 saw her smilo, and I saw nothing of filial affection in the expression of her nice. 1 hey passed us, the young girl looked at me: D'Areey saluted them both, and I saw the mid dle-aged man cross to the other s'do of the street. When they were out of hearing, I asked the Co lonel who they were. " fhev aie husband and wife, sa.dhc, "as for tho man who followed them "It is impossible !" I intcirruptod. "It is true!" ho replied. And I coiil-.l not help weaving a romantic story of a forced mar riage between persons so unlike each other. Tho same evening, ot tin; opera, I saw the man and Irs voting wife whom wo had rt.et on the Boulevard; and I could no: help expressing my thoughts to the lady whom I accompanied. " It is indeed quite a drama,' said she. "And can tlrs young creature love her hus band?" " She adores him." At this moment, 1 perceived, in an adjoining box, the man whom 1 had seen following them. The curtain rose but I listened not, for my mind was absorbed with the idea of that votin cntld- like woman marrying1 for love the wh'to-haiicd man; and their mysterious guardian. When theie was an interval in the music, the Inly at my side resumed Yes you see there a man who knows how to love." I entreated M-tdame de Nealc to tell me what she knew of this interesting history. " It is a vary sad 0:10' "said she " but you shall hear it." " In a house in the Hue de la Bacheric, nine teen years ago, lived two young girls, the eldest was called JMndcl.iine, tho youngest Marie. Madckiine was a mother to her sister, it was she who taught her to road and write and everything clso sho knew; it whs she who hoped to bring iier up as an honorable maiden should bo educa ted; and vet she was only (our years tho eldest. Their father tho Marquis de Simiane, hud perish ed by the guillotine; their mother deprived of all her property, died thine months after, recom mending her orphan to llim who is a father to the fatherless. Midelaine was then fifteen. Sorrow would have killed her, but that Marie re mained to live for her; aud from that lime Marie wits like her child more th in like her sister. The people in tho neighborhood knew the girls, aud when they s:iwtht;in passing, hand in hand, would point them out and suy "Poor little creatures! how they love one another ! " "Madclaino at this time was very beautiful; a little too pale, perhaps, but with an elegance of figure that was not. to be concealed ly her mean apparel; in fact tho young girl you see is the very image of her. Mario was a bright child but so delicate that tho most constant care and alien tion was necessary to prolong her life, llcr arms and feet were so slender that they locked as if a breeze would break them, all her natural vigor seemed concentrated in her large black eyes that sometimes absolutely flashed with light. " In tho sumo street, nnd not far from the dwelling of the two sisters, lived a printer named Philip Menard, about eigntcen years of age, and liko them, an orphan. On tho first floor of tho house inhabited by Made'aino und Marie, lived the landlord, M. Dumont, a rich old bachelor. "On both these, Madelamo had unconsciously made a deep impression. Philip, for many months, contented himself with bowing when ho saw her; then ho ventured so fur ns to smile, thon to speak to her. One day, as ho did so. Madclaino an swered with a blush, and Philip felt hiit heart throb with a feeling of hope. ' Tho sumo afternoon, M. Dumont knocked at tho door of his fair lodger, entered, and seat od himself according to custom. Mario was ab sent and he declared his love. Madelaino felt troubled and grew palo; but she declined the off er with dignity, and socmed relieved when he left her. Philip came in soon after, and asked what was the matter, that sho looked so sitd. "Nothing," replied tho young girl, but her voico trembled us she thought of M. Duniont's angry looks. Philip sat down, aud Madclaino, with her work beside him. Gradually her face resumed its ex pression of serenity, and sho smiled with her usuttl angelic swcolnosH. After a long conversation Philip knelt before her, took her hand, and said timidly- " Madclaine I love you." j The young girl raised her dark eyes, and Phil ip thought he read reproach in their expression. The instant after they sunk to the ground, cover ed by the long drooping lashes, and a tear fell on his hand. The two were betrothed ere they par ted. Tho next morning vindictive M. Dumont gave them warning that they must leave his house. The day was already fixed for their marriage, when unexpectedly, Philip, palo and breathless, entered tho little room occupied by the sisters. He had been ordered on military service, arid would be forced to leave Paris on the morrow. Madelaino shuddered, for she knew that his blow had fallen on them through the agency of M. Dumont. But she endeavored to comfort her lo ver and promised eternal constancy. Then he was relieved also by the hope of winning iortune by his sword. "I will return," cried he, " yes I will return, iuauclainc; not with a woollen epauletto like that I shall wear to-morrow, but with an epaulette of gold. You and Marie shall live in luxury, as you used to do." " So that you return, Philip, I caro not for the rest,'" said Madelaino averting her face. The next day Philip was on his way to the frontier. Soon after, Marie full seriously ill, and Made line, to supply ail her wants, woiked harder thnn ever, sometimes depriving herself of a whole night's sleep. Iier cheeks became sunken and pale, her eyes could hardly bear the light ; but sho forgot her fatigue by her sister's bed-side, and while she looked at a medallion Philip hud given her before his departure, she would mur mur to herself, " when he knows all I have suffer ed, he will love me more than ever.1' Marie grew worse her sister redoubled Iier exertions; but toil, watching, privations, cares, were alike in vain. The physician pronounced her malady to be of the lungs; and added, that nothing could savo her life but a journey into Italy. Poor Madelaino ' sho sat with her face buried in her hands, reproaching herself that her sister must die for the wain of a little gold ! She would have given her soul to save her sweet Ma rie. Suddenly sho dried her tears, rose up has tily, ran to her drawer, and took out a letter from Philip a cherished letter which she kissed while her face was bathed in tears. Then she pidly descended tho staircase rang the bell of M. Dumont s apartments, and desired to speak with him. All was ready for tho departure of the sisters, for Madclaine had given her hand to the old man, to savo Marie. Alas I it was too late; the eve ning before they wore to sot out, the poor girl was obliged to lake the bed she was 110 more to leave, except, for a bier. Madclaine still cher ished hope, but it was cruelly crushed when the physician informed her that it was necessary to give up all thoughts of going to Italy. "Oh, Monsieur !" she cried reproachfully, " what have you done?" Mario died; tho grief of her sister was deep but resigned. As she closed the eyes of tho dead, she murmured " Sister, thou art gone first to Heaven, but I shall follow thee soon." Madelaino became a mother. Before the birth of her child, she received a letter from Philip, which she read many times and watered with hitter. tears. It contained these words ' Madclaine, I have obtained an epaulette of gold." When her child was a few days old, sho look from her neck the medallion of Philip, which she thought herself unworthy to wear, and fastened it round the neck of the infant. " " Thou shall be called Madclaine too," sdio said, " and nny'st thou be happier than thy moth er.'" " One day, while her husband was in the room, she heard a knock at tho door, it opened aud Phi lip entered. He started back when Ii3 saw Ma delaine with the child in her arms, and Dumont beside her. Tho unhappy woman uttered a voi cing shriek of anguish, and fell on tho bed in a swoon. She never recovered her senses, but ex pired in a few hours after. Tins shock was great er thnn Philip could bear, reason forsook him; and he was scut to the hospital for the insane. Just then I saw the two persons 1 had been ob serving, rise nnd leave the box. They were fol lowed by the middle aged man. Madame de Neale resumed her narrative: Sixteen yeais after the event I have related, some ladies, among whom was a young orphan g'll, who hud been to visit the insane hospital at Charenton, were crossing the court to retire, when Ihcy were met by one of tho patients, a man of noble figuro and countenance, but the prey of deep melancholy. At sight of the young girl, he stopped and seemed agitated by extraor dinary emotion. Slowly then, he came up to them, and kneeling down before the young g'rl, said to her in a gentle and plaintive voice " Thou art not dead, Madelaino ?" The physician who accompanied them led the party away in silence, and in reply to their ques tions afterwards, informed them that tho unfortu nate man had lost his reason by an unhappy at tachment. Tho young girl was much affected, remembering her own mother1; history, and en treated to be permitted to sec the poor maniac again. She was conducted to the apartment he occupied; when ho saw her, ho rose, passed his hand slowly across his eyes, as if seeking to col lect his thoughts, then approached, hesitatingly, regarded her attentively, and murmured in a voice broked by sobs 'Thcn thou art not dead, Madclaine? '' " Monsieur," said tho girl to the physician, " cannot your art restore reason to this unhappy man?" Tho eyes of the maniac, fixed all the while 011 her, suddenly lost their wild expression; there seemed a strange and terrible reaction with him; it was as intellect struggled to overcome his men tal disorder. At length he looked down upon his torn and soiled apparel, his wasted hands, and again in the visitor's face, saying " It is only I who havo changed, thou art the same Madclaino '." " Oh yes ! there must bo some way to restore him !" cried she to the doctor; "and this way if your art cannot find it, I may discover it !" The physician did not reply, but watched his patient attentively while she was speaking, and noticed tho changes of his countenance. Yes, ho said at last, there may be a way to save him; but you alono can do it, Mademoiselle " Thank Heaven !" she exclaimed, seizing the doctor's arm: " I will save him !" For six months, tho young girl devoted herself to this holy and benevolent work, visiting the pa tient every day, and every night praying to God for his restoration. Alien in the morning, no matter what might be the weather, sho brightened his solitary cell with her presence, aud was rewarded, ere long, by perceiving a decided tl.ouch slight change for the better m his condition. What sweet teats of joy and hope bedewed her eyes, as she saw the light of reason gradually dawning on the dark ness of his soul. She had never loved the dear child ! and thus her first love was bestowed on one of GodV most suffering creatures. How dear lo her heart tho hope of dispelling the gloom that fifteen years had never broken ! At length the hour so long wished and pray ed for the happiest hour of her lonely life, ar rived; the maniac recovered his reason. " I was happy sometimes in my madness," said ho to her, mournfully; " for I believed you lo bo tho Madclaine I had loved." "And what hinders you from believing me still your loved Madclaine?" asked she. Philip Menard, for it was he, is now the hus band of Madelaine, the daughter of her to whom he was once aftianeed. As for the man you see following them, it is the physician who attended Menard at Charenton. lie lives in Paris, and sometimes appears to keep un eye on his late charge. More than a year had passed, and 1 had almost forgotten both Philip Menard and his wife, when Colonel D'Arcey chanced to speak of them. -Poor Madelaine inherited the delicate constitu tion of her mother; she languisned some months, and then fell a victim to consumption. Philip Menard went abroad but his reason did not con tinue unclouded after his cruel bereavement. He lives yet, I believe, in one of the hospitals in New York. THE SENTINEL. Editorial J9trielics. 1 THE MONTHLIES. i 'Tis an oa&ls in an editor's life to throw aside his political papers, and let his old grey goose quill tiko a nap in tho inkstand, whilo he culls (lowers in the pleasant fields of literature. We occasionally spend a very pleasant eveuing, after the cares of the day are over, in perusing the Monthly Magazines which we icceivo in ex change. Western Literary Journal and Monthly Re view. We havo before us the second number of this new periodical, published in Cincinnati. Its contents are decidedly good, and we feel quit certain that it will succeed. Its contributors all reside in the Mississippi valley, but aie by no means unknown to fame. " Sketches of the Florida war" in this No. arc highly interesting. Our friend II. C. Beclor, Esq., ("the Leyden Bard" of the Sentinel,) has contributed a beau liful poem entitled " ihe Indian maiden's requi nni." Mr. B. is a young gentleman of very pro mising talents. The other articles, both prose and poetry, givo evidence of taste and talent. Tho editor of the Sentinel is agent for the above work for Cadiz, and specimen numbers may be seen at this office. $2,00 per annum. Robinson & Jones, 101), Main st. Cincinnati. Columbian Lady's and Gentlemen"1 Magazine, for January, IS 15. We have on severe! occa sions hcrelolore made favorable mention of this monthly, and tho number before us, the fust of the 2d year of its publication, certainly outvies its predecessors. It contains, besides its usual quantity of choice poetry and prose articles, a su perb Mezzotint engraving of "Napoleon's farn-i well to his son;" a magnificent engraving of ' Washington's reception on the Bridge at Tren ton, in 17S0, on his way to be inaugurated 1st President of the U. S., " a colored Coquet of Roses and Blur corn-flowers; a plate of fashions, and two pages of Music. Edited by John Inman and Robert A. West. $3,00 per annum. Israel Post, Publisher, 3, As ter IIoti!;c, New York. Arthur's Lad'toi' Magazine, for January, IS 15. This is the 3d No. of this new work that has reached our editorial sanctum, and is the begin ning of the second year of its publication. T. S. Arthur, Esq., its accomplished editor has been long and favorably known to tho lovers of litera ture, and as one of the most entertaining tulo writers in America. His own contributions alone, lo his Magazine, render it an acceptable visiter to every fireside. " The Heiress;" and " What shall 1 do? a Temperance Tale," both by the Editor, are highly interesting; and the same may be said of (he contributions of correspondents. Tho embellishments in this number are a beauti ful engraving of " Joan of Arc," the greatest he roine that ever lived, the " Bridge of Doon," on the river Ayr, Scotland, title page for vol. 3, be sides several well-executed cuts, and handsome title letters lo every article. $2,00 per annum. E. Ferret & Co., 101 Chcsnul st. Philadelphia. GrahanCa American Monthly Magazine, for January, 1815. This is tho richest number of Graham wo havo ever seen. Among its contri butors we notice J. Fenimoro Cooper, J. K. Paul ding, II. W. Longfellow, and many other distin guished writors. It has four embellishments "Child and Lute," a magnificent mezzotint, an elegantly colored Wreath of Roses, Monmouth Battle Groudd, N. J." and Horse Racing of Si oux Indians." $3,00 per ann'Jin, or 2 copies for 5,00. Geo. R. Graham OS Chcsnut st. Philadelphia. DltOlTKD LIRE A HOT l'OTATOK. Getl. SCOTT is said to be a Catholic, and has permitted his daughter tontcr a Convent in the District of Columbia. As Boon as this became known, I lie Native organs hauled down his Hag from their mail beads! , Immigration. The follqwing is an abstract from the. official report ef the department, of the number of passengers that have arrived in the United States from foreign countries, during the year ending September 30y 181 1 : Maine, 3,049 0,110 154 . 5S 50,703 4fM 32 5,005 32 107 5 330 58 3,181) 81,731 45,897 35,80 1 New Hampshire, Musscchusetts, Rhode Island, Connecticut, . New York, Pennsylvania, Delaware, Maryland, District of Columbia, crmont, North Carolina, , South Carolina, Florida, . . . . Louisiana. Total, Of which were males. " " females, Making the above sum of b 1,701 Mk. Clay and Emancipation. Mr. Clay has emancipated his negro servant "Charles, the son of Aaron." The Herald says: "This is not the only act of emancipation Mr. Clay has committed. Ho has also emancipated the whig party from supporting him hereafter." The following is a transcrint of the deed of emancipation : Know all men by these presents that I, Ilcnrv Clay of Ashland, for and in consideration of the fidelity, attachment and service of Charles Du- poy, (the son ot Aaron, commonly colled Charles, and Charlotte.) and of my esteem and regard for him, do hereby liberate nnd emanci pate the said Charles Dupey from this day, from nil obligation of service to mo, or my representa tives, investing him, ns fir as any act of mine can invest him, with all the rights and privileges of a freeman. In testimony whereof I have hereunto set my htind and affixed my seal, this i)th day of De cember, in the Year of our Lord 1841. II. CLAY, (seal.) Sealed and delivered in the presence of Thos. II. Clay. fi rn 1 1 1 .1 J iii-: i rue V.-AUSE. Among the disastrous re sults of the election of Polk and Dallas, herald ed in the Whig newspapers, (says the New York News,) we notice the total failure of a mer chant in Utica. This is no Roorback. The gentleman did fail, and his failure was the re sult of the election of Mr. Polk. The much wronged individual was a dry goods dealer, of fair standing, doing business on a moderate cap ital and extensively on credit. He had bet, in the aggregate, 24,000 on the election of Clay, and failed within two weeks of the election, for $27,000. QuerySioud his failure be charged to ihe election of Polk, or lo the defect of Mr. Clay? Whk; Promiscs. If the Whigs redeem all their prom'ses, we shall soon sec rare sights. Hero is one of them: O, Jimmy Polk! O, Jimmy Polk! When you shall win the fight, The rovs will all come homo to rocs!, We'll milk the hens at night! Tho fitars shall fry like sassengerp, Tho sun shall melt away, All nature turn a summerset When you Leal Hurry Clay ! Sexvtok Benton. The present is the twen- ty-four'.h year that Colonel Benton has occupied the same chair in the Senate Chamber; and, should he hold his ollkc until the cad of the new term for which he has just been chosen, he will of course have been a Senator for thirty years nearly the third of a century. Too Bad. The Louisville Journal says: "When the Lexington Locofocos, a few days a- go, celebrated Mr. Polk's election, they took their big gun from the usual point of firing and transposed it to the village of Ashland, so that evory discharge might be certain to reach Ihe ears of Mr. Clay." The Vikkima Sexatoiu. Tho Governor of Virginia in his late message says: "The couise of our Senators at the lust session requires our Legislature to instruct them. Mr. Rives spoke for Texas, and then voted against it. Mr. Ar cher supported it neither by ins argument nor his vote. This sovereign Stale is, therefore called upon to instruct iier servants m tiicir duly." 07" The friend3 of Mr. Clay in Kentucky, have determined to erect a column of stone, to bo not less than one hundred feet in height, in honor of their distinguished fcilow-citizcn. Texan Minister to Fkanck. The Honora ble Judgo Terrell, of Texas, arrived at New Orleans on the 10th ult., from Galveston. We learn that ho goes out Minister to France, in place of Dr. Ashbel Smith. 07" Mr. "Roorback" writes to the coon cdi tors, from Michigan, that one of the electors of that State will volo for Conefol Cass The coons abound in pleasing illusions just now. Mr. Trevis, a Temperance lecluret from Pittsburgh, entertained our citizens last week with a couple of interesting speeches. Tretty Good. Tho Woodsocket Putriot heads its advertising department with this pithy line. It is full of good practical sense : "Here plant your dimes nnd pluck your dollars." An editor out west remarks: "Yon might as well try to confine n thunderbolt in a quart enp as to cramp ouh genius; its rifing like a bowl of yeast." ' ' ' ' Nativism its Patkumty. The Boston Poet establisbes the interesting fact, that the first de durations of Native AmoricaHism, by any pub lic body in the United State, emanated from the celebrated JInrtford Convention! This- stamps tho paternity of that party as eminently rederal. Ine following was proposed by that notorious body as nu amendment lo the Consti. tution nf the United States: " Xo perxon trAo shall hereafter be naturali zed, xltall he eV.rihls as a member of the Senate or Houie of Representatives of the United States, nor capable of holding any civil office under the authority of the United States."" Wonder if the "Special Correspondent of the Cadi: Sentinel,"" who writes from Washing ton. " 'Imtl 1 (Vinrrmca fiiJ oil iUnt r U: 1, ? ' uiiu ail mat null Ml llllllg, don't reside somewhere on Gbnblet Hill? Ha! ha! Von Quixote, but you're ajenus! Cadiz Republican. Well, beauty, Yankee-like, we'll answer that question by asking another. Wonder if the ed itorials of the Republican are not written in a certain Saddler's Shop in town? Shade of B.ialam'3 ass! " If ignorance is bliss, 'tis folly to be wise." Mayor of Pittsburgh. Wm. J. Howard has been nominated for Mayor by the Whigs of Pittsburgh. He will now probably know "Aoic-'arJ it is to climb tho sleep where Fame's proud temple shines." Our old friend Hexky S. Meghaw, Esq., has been nominated by the Democrats. Prithee, Hal, but it would do U3 good to hear of your election. IIexvy Loss. A gentleman in Tennessee t grecd, for twenty dollars, to give one dollar for the first electoral vote Governor Polk should receive over Mr. Clay, and to double it in geo metrical progression for ihe majority of the E lectoral College. The sum lost amounts to $30,893, 157, 107,120, 103,23 1 .Globe. Croesus! Rothschild! Barings! Girard! all your combined wealth would not help that poor devil of a coou to pay a mill on the dollar of his loss ! Emigration to Texas. There appears to b a considerable tide of emigration flowing from or through Arkansas to Texas. The Clarks villo (Texas) Northern Standard, of tho 30th of November, mentions tho passage of two hun dred and twenty-five wagons by a particular point on the Texas and Arkansas boundary, all on their way lo Trinity county, Texas. (ty- The Natives in Pittsburgh have had a peck of trouble. Every person they nominated is candidate for Mayor declined making fools of themselves! Can't they -hire some Church burner ef Philadelphia to come out to the city of the Cyclops, and run for Mayor, before lis takes up his abode in tho Penitentiary? 03 The President elect, according to infor mation by the Baltimore Republican, purposes leaving his residence in Tennessee in time to reach Washington about the middle of tho pies- ut month. Hon. A. Sieverson. A letter from this gen- tiemai'., dated Dec. -1, Jfe-l-l, nppcars in tho Richmond Enquirer, addressed lo its editors, in which he declines being considered a candidate for the U. S. Senate. A wise Bov veey. The young Roorback f the Steubenvillo Herald thinks Governor Bartley's Message is not of sufficient impor tance to be published in that paper. Where is Balaam J ass! Tho Revenue Cutter, John Tyler, build ing at Pittsburgh, will be launched in a few weeks. It is entirely of iron, and of unsur passed workmanship. Maj. Davezac, the eloquent and mirth-exei- ting orator, aud fellow-soldier of General Jack son at the inomorable .battle of New Orleans, recently passed through Cincinnati, on his way to visit tho Hermitage. A Fi ll Vote. Tho Whig presses have been accustomed to cry "a full vote is a Whig victo- y." They have the vote measured out to them, 40,000 more than that of 1810; but where is tho victory? J.utF.s K. Polk was born on the 2d day of November, 1705, and is now in his fiftieth year the yrflingest President the country ever hud. Speculation is busily engaged in making up a Cabinet for President Polk, but it is pretty much confined to the Whig public. It is not probable that Colonel Tolk will try very hard to pleuco this querulous portion of this community. " Fork Over." The Ontario Messenger pub lishes the following "loud call:" "All persons owing us hats, boots, Sfc. iScc., are requested to "step up and settle." We did in 1810. We want lo dress up and "go to Church." Don't all come ot once!" Alaiiavia. Tho Legislature of this State met on Blonday, the 20th ulf. In tho House of Representatives, A. B. Moore, of Perry, was e lected Speaker; Joseph H. Phelan, Clerk. Tho Semite organized by tho election of Hon. Nat. Terry, President; P. Hill, Socretary; J. F. Marrast, Assistant Secretary, und A. R- Thom as, Door-Kccpcr. Pathos. An editor of a newspaper in Na ples, Illinois, in making his bow. tt the public, nays: "With foarlcss footsteps we'll tread the billows bonoath a sky of wrath, our halyards lipped with fire, carrying with us a tonguo of thunder, and nono shull conquer until tho last armed mm has deserted or fallen in the con flict!" Hold him fail!