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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.
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quantity of choice poetry and prose articles, a su
perb Mezzotint engraving of "Napoleon's farn-i
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' Washington's reception on the Bridge at Tren
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President of the U. S., " a colored Coquet of
Roses and Blur corn-flowers; a plate of fashions,
and two pages of Music.
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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
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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
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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!