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I have sworrt upon tho Altar of God, eternal hostility to every form of Tyranny over the Minrt of Man."
PRINTED AND PUBLISHED IJV JOHN S. INGRAM.
MY COUNTRY.
I love my country's pino clfld hills,
Hcrthousand bright and gnsliinjr rills,
Her sunshino and her storms;
Her rough and rugged rocks tlmt rear
Their hoary heads high in tho air,
In wild fantastic forms.
t love tier rivers deep and wide,
vrhow mighty streams that seaward glide
To sock tho ocean's breast;
Her smiling fields, her pleasant Vales,
Her shady dells, her flow'ry dales,
Tho haunU of peaceful rest.
I love her forest dark and lone,
For the Wild bird'n merry tone
Is heard from morn till night;
And there arclovlicr flowers I wcrn,
Than o'er in eastern lands were seen
In varied colors bright.
Her forest and her vallics fair,
Her flowers that scent tho morning air",
Have all their charms for me;
lint more I lovo my country's name
Those words that echo deathless Isimc
"The Land of Liberty."
AW OJD FASHIONED KI-Ol'Ii.UENT.
A TRUE BTOnV.
In tho month of June, 1832, the ship
fame, Capt. Jones, arrived at New York,
from London, and moored at one of the
docks in North River. Ilof commander,
George Jones, whom I will pass over lightly
was an Englishman, rough, untutored and
boorish; yet he was a thorough bred seamen,
and a perfectly fitting man to .-ommand the
hardy crow under him.
The chief mate, Charles Uarton, the he
ro of the present sketch, was tho only anil
cherished son of a wealthy planter from one
of our southern States, then deceased, lie
had been educated in the most liberal and
expensivo manner by his father, who spared
neither pains nor expense to perfect him in
any thing "ho wished to acquire. At an
early ago, and while at college, Charles ac
quired unfortunately, his father thought
a passion for the sea, which grew with his
growth, and strengthened with his strength,
until it became absolutely too strong for
control, and ho determined to indulge it,
coulc qui ccute. He was of a noble, high
spiritcd.naturc, very handsome for a man,
bravje and generous to a fault, and withall,
his wholo existence was but made up of a
romance. Ho was never happy, never con
tented, except ho was engaged in some cn
terprize in which ho could call forth and
exercise to the full extent, all his powers
and energies.
He disappeared suddenly from college,
and after wandering round the world for
three or four years, while his father and
friends mourned his death, returned to his
native land in time to receive his father's
forgiveness, and to take possession of his
cstato As fortune to tho greatdisappointment
of about 50 cousins. His passion for the sea,
however, did not leave him: and having re
ceived an offer of the berth of chief mate of
the Fame, ho left all his affairs in tho hands
of a trusty agent, and again went to sea, and
as such we now find him in this port.
t The vessel had been in four or five days,
and the cargo, wns nearly discharged. It
was a warm sultry day, and the men who
had been at work all tho morning, were at
their dinner in 'the forecastle. Captain
Jones was walking backward and forward
on the quarter-deck, smoking, and Charles
was seated aft without his coat, apparently
in deep thought, his eyes fixed on tho deck.
'Is tho captain on bord?' inquired a soft
. melodious voice, which caused Capt. Jones
to stop suddenly, aurn round to gaze up-tho
querist. Charles aroused, and for a moment
Was utterly paralyzed.
The person who had asked the question,
' yet unanswered, was a girl apparently about
eighteen; handsomely clad, but of a beauty
nnd loveliness that bafilcs ijur powcy,s.of de
scription. Her hat, whicliwas small, but
half concealed tho finest iicad of glossy jet
black hair in tho world, which played in wa
vy ringlets over a neck and shoulders of sur
passing wlutcness and beauty. Her fore
head was high and 'white, and smooth as
Parian marble. Hor oyos wcro largo and
dark, and tho' shot forth an oxprcsaion
which could not, or cannot be explained by
me. It was so wild, so singular, yet so be
seeching, so appealing, that otic could not
look upon her, or them without feeling an
emotion of pity, and almost reverence.
'Is tho captain on board?' repeated the
young lady, as the captain and his officer in
silence feasted their eyes upon her charms.
'Yes ma'am,' bluntly and half rudely re
plied Capt. Jones puffing his cigar, and
walking close to hor, with a lowd hoarso
air. ' I hey call me captain for want of a
bettor.'
Will you marry me, sir?' inquired the la
dy.
,Wcll, I'm d d if that aint a good one,
Marry you! Why, my dear, 1 have a wife
in Liverpool now, and I don't know how
many children, so I can t marry vou for
good but I have no kind of objections to
marry you While I stay here.'
The proud lip of the fair girl curled with
prouder scorn( and her bright eyes flashed
with redoubled brilliancy, as she gazed for
one instant upon the rude boor. She cur
bed her feelings, however, and turned from
him with an expression on her bright beau
liful face, that made him puffins cigar wilh
redoubled fervor, and to hide .lils shame he
retired to the cabin.
She turned to Charles, lie was standing
near hor, his bright, intelligent eyes intent
ly fixed upon her. She saw he was no se
cond Capt. Jones.
'Will you marry me, sir?' oho asked with
a firm, steady voice, but downcast eyes.
J lie sound of her voice aroused him from
the statue-like posture he had fallen into on
first seeing her. He paused he gazed up
on the lovely being who stood before him,
preferring this singular request, but his
lips refused to utter one word.
Must I go further or will you marry me?
Uh liod! is there no hope?' and the lady
buried her face m her hand! and sobbed
Oharlcs felt he was himself at once. He
felt his spirit of gallantry and romance rising
strong within him. A thousand ill-defined
thoughts rushed through his head, but he
felt that he was a man, and a lovely young
woman was before him perhaps before
he had time to form another opinion, the
lady half turned to leave tho vessel.
'Stop, lady. Your request is singular
very, lict me a6k you one question. Are
you in distress?'
'Distress! Oh, God! do not deem me
crazed. Indeed, sir, I am not. Think
nothing now but answer will you marry
me!'
'Whoever you arc, or whatever yoti may
be, 1 know not. Can I not-servo you in
you
any other manner? Perhaps you
pent a resolution formed'
may re-
Talk not to me of repenting, sir, and do
not waste my time. Now it is precious.
You can only servo me by marrying inc.
Will you do so?'
By Heaven! I will, exclaimed Charles,
enthusiastically. Thero is (hat about you
that tells me I at least shall never rue it. I
am ready. Wait but a moment."
Charles went into the cabin and put on
his jacket, which ho had taken oil' while
working, and in a moment he was at her
side. 'Come, then, lady. Whoever you
may be, I will abide the result.'
Ho took her on shore, and placed her in
a coach which was standing near, and drove
off to a friends house. He was shown into
a room. The door was locked, and tho
young lady throw herself on a chair.
She did not weep nor sob, nor did sho ap
pear to be in tho least afl'ected by the novel
ty of her situation.
Sir, said sho rising, 'whatever you arc, I
can trust you. You are no common sailor
nor am I what I scorn. I have now no time
to wasto in words. I will explain all in a
few hours. Trust me, beliovo me, servo
me, and you shall never ropent it. What is
to be done must bo dono at once. I have
but few hours to spare, and if I am discov
ered before they expire, I shall be wretched
indeed. Hero, sir, is money. Go and
purchase nil you wish. Be quick and do
not delay npw; and sho proiTorcd him a
roll of bills.
' 1 batik you, lady. I do not need it. I
am not indeed what I seem, Best here un
til I return. You arc safe in this housd. I
will return in a few moments. Do not be
alarmed.'
Charles went out and left her alone. He
went to a fashionable tailor's in Broadway,
arid in ten minutes he was changed from a
rough, dirty-looking sailor to a fine, manly,
handsome fellow, and his dress set off to
admiration his 'fine figure. He returned
instantly to tho lady, and when he had en
tered the room where hp had left her, he
found her walking backward and forward,
but nrtt in the least agitated She had evi
dently steeled herself to the worst, and was
prepared for any thing.
My name, sir, is Ellen Moran. Let
thatsufficc for the present. Arc you ready?'
said she, firmly, and without betraying any
emotion.
'I am, lady.'
1 hey went again into the carriage and
drove to the mayor's and in a few mo
ments were man and wife. When they
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icii uiu mayor s nousc, Mrs. liarton gave
oruers 10 uic coaenman ncrseil, Out m a
voice whose tones were not heard by her
husband.
'Will you return with me?' inquired
Mr. Bar:on, as his wife entered the coach
'No, sir. We are going to your house
where your presence will be required.'
Mr. Barton looked very steadily at his
wife for a moment, as she uttered these
words, and for the first time began to 'think
he had entered upon a very silly scrape.
I ho idea even entered his head that she
might be a little out of trim aloft, and it did
not make him very comfortable
The d oor was closed and tho coach was
off. Not a word was spoken on cither side
during the whole drive, which was very
long ut least so it seemed to him. Charles
was intently thinking upon his conduct,
and was half inclined to regret his rashness,
but one glance at his sweet, new married
wife, settled that point.
The carriage stopped at the door of a
houso of elegant exterior, in one of the
most fashionable streets in the city. He
alighted first, and handed out his wife in
silence. They ascended the steps, and she
rung the bell. The door was opened by a
servant in handsome livery.
'Is my uncle at home yet?'
No miss, he is not,' replied the man re
spectfully bowing.
Mr. Barton cast a furtive glance around
him. Every thing was arranged in the
most rccherclic style, and with the most lav
ish expense. She led him into a parlor
sumptuously furnished.
All that you behold,' said Mrs. Barton
as tho door closed, 'aro mine, sir. They
arc now your own. Believe mc, sir, 1
speak the truth. Remember that you arc
tho master of this house, and all in it; and,
whatever may occur, do not forget your
own right.'
'You surely cannot mean deceit,' said
Mr. Barton, utterly at a loss to account for
the singular conduct of his wife.
'Trust me, sir try me believe mc. I
will tell you now all I can all I have the
time to tell. Four years ago, my father
one of the wealthiest merchants in this city
died, and left me all his property. My un
cle, who will soon bo here, was made my
guardian until I should marry, and he had
charge of the estate loft by my father until
that should occur. As he had nothing of
his own to support himself, ho has kept
me secluded lrom the worm, and in con
finement almost closely, sinco my poor
father's death, well knowing that on my
marriage tho property would pass from his
hands. His conduct, at times, has been
harsh and cruel, and particularly of late.
To-day I found means to escape from tho
house unseen. The rest you know.'
She then aroso and rang tho bell. A
servant came to the door. 'John,' said she
send every servant in the houe up here.'
Mr. Barton sat perfectly still and said
nothing, but ho was more than half incli
ned to think his wifp a lunatic. The ser
SATURDAY, JUNE 17, 1837.
vants came up and stood in the parlor,
waiting lor orders.
'Mr. Barton,' said his wife, 'thesd are
your servants. Every thing you see around
you was mine all is yours. You hear
mc,' addressing the servants, 'this gentle
man is my husband and your master. Obey
him as such. Now, sir, all I have to re
quest is, that you will assume and maintain
your rights.'
Further she could not say, for the parlor
door was suddenly and violently thrown
open and an elderly, hard featured, coarse
looking man entered and stood for a moment
gazing alternately at the lady and Mr. Bar
ton. 'What is your business here, sir?' de
manded he austerely of Mr. Barton, who
as he entered had seated himself, and rc-
turned look for look. Mr. Barton made no
reply.
'Miss Moran, said he, turning to Mrs.
Barton, 'can you explain why this man is
here?'
'She need not take that trouble, sir,' re
plied Barton, arising. 'That lady is my
wife, and I am master of this house. And
allow me now to ask, sir, what is your bu
siness here?
'Your wife! your house! Upon my
word ha! ha! ha!!' and Mr. Moran seated
himself and laughed most heartily and scorn
fully. 'Come, sir,' said Mr. Barton, 'your pre
sence is disagreeable. If you have any bu
siness to transact, finish it quickly. We
wish to bo alone,'
'Why, you impertinent scound'
The word was not fully uttered. Mr.
Barton caught him by tho collar, and shook
him till he was black in the face. 'Scound
rcl, you would have said, you lying, cheat
ing old villain. If you were not so old and
so contemptible, I would not leave a whole
bone in your lubberly carcase. I know you
and if you arc here, ono hour from this time
and I see you, I will have you sent to the
Police Office, where you may be forced to
make some disagreeable confessions, so now
be off and pack up;' and Mr. Barton loosed
his hold of the terrified old man
Mr. Moran, for he it was, seated himself
to gain breath. 'Do you mean to say that
you are married to that man, Ellen?' asked
he contemptuously.
Sho did not deign him a reply, but sat
in silence awaiting the issue, and he turn
ed to Barton for further explanation.
'Don't look tome sir. That lady, God
bless her, is my wife. She has told' mo all
your villainous conduct, and the sooner you
quit this house the better it may be for
you.
And who the devil arc you?' demanded
Mr. iMoran, arising anil coming close up to
Charles.
Mr. Charles Barton, at your service,
sir. The son of a better man than your
self and one who will love, honor and pro
tect this lady, my wife. So bo warned in
time, I have said my say, and now be off
at once.
Mr. Moran arose and msved toward tho
bell rope. No ono attempted to stop him.
He rang it, and tho servants, who ex
pected a scene came in.
Turn this fellow out of doors at once,'
said he, half choked with rage, pointing to
Mr. Barton, who stood unmoved. No one
started to execute the mandate.
John,' said Mr. Barton, to one of them,
go into Mr. Moran's room; pack up every
thing thero and have it sent according to
his direction. Bo quick, too.'
'Yes, sir,' said John, and he made his
exit.
'You see, sir,' said he, turning to the
astonished uncle, who had seated himself
in stupor, 'I am master here or do you
wish further proof that my words aro true?
If you do, I will have yourself turned out of
tho house in one moment. Shall I show
you? Will you then be convinced?
Mr. Moran cast a look of mingled hatred
and revenge upon Ellen, who had stood a
silent, but firm spectator of tho whole
scene. 'And you, you hussy you'
IViiiuljci1 8.
'Dare to call that lady such names, ami T
shall forget you aie an old man,' said Mr.
Barton, again seizing Mr. Moran. 'Dd not
tempt mo too far, you infernal old scoun
drel, I am not blessed with much patience.
You are trying what I have very severely.'
lmJ, OU) auu lUU JHC Uy WJlat
right you dare to use me thus,' said Mr.
Moran, scarcely able to utter one word
plainly, so enraged was he.
Easy done. I have told you oncd. t
will tell you once more. I have married
this lady. She was mistress of this house,
and I am now master. Docs that explain?
You had bcttdr be off quick. I may call
for accounts you know which may bo bad to
settle. The less said on that subject tho
better, I expect.'
Mr. Moran said no more, but darting a
look of the most fiendish malignity on his
niece, he retired.
Ellen had hitherto said not a word. She
had in silence watched the conduct of her
husband, and was proud indeed to think,
and feel as she how did, that he confided
in and believed her, and would maintain
her just rights. As Mr. Morau retired she
arose, and placinghcrhandinher husbands
and looking in his face with an imploring,
confiding look, said, 'May I prove worthy
of your love and may you never repent your
marriage, hasty as it was.'
Mr. Barton pressed his lovely wife to
his bosdm, and before he could utter a word
in reply, the report of a pistol was hcardi
Ellen turned pale as marble. Charles
seated her on the sofa, and, saying that the
rascal had been doing mischief, rushed out
of the room, but Ellen arose artd followed.
They went to the room of Moran, whence
the sound issued, and on entering, he was
found lying on the floor dead, one side of
his head blown entirely off, and the room
strewed with his brains and blood. In one
hand was the fatal pistol, in the Other a
piece of paper. Charles took hand read,
I die cursing you, and may my curso
blight you.'
Charles took his wife from tho scene,
and sent at once for the coroner. lie came
An inquest was held over the body of the
miserable suicide, which was removed to
its final resting place.
Charles soon made his wife acquainted
with himself and his affairs artd she was
not at all displeased to find that chance had
thrown in her way a husband full her equal
in every respect. His fortune was quite as
large as her own and his family connex
ions of the first standing. As there was no
particular attraction for,Ellcn here, her hus
band easily induced her to go to the South
with him. They aro residing in the inte
rior of North Carolina, among some distant
relations of Mr. Barton's and it is said by
all who nave seen them, that they are the
handsomest and happiest couple ever seen
in that State.
mat.
CUFF AND SAMBO.
Ctff. Look hero Sambo, you got
dat
quarter dollar you owes me?
Sambo. La, Cuff, no! Money so scarce
so many stoppages in Mobile there aint
no money in circulation.
Cuff. O sho Sambo what dc nashum
you got to do wid Mobile, nigger, pay up,
pay up.
Sambo. Well, look here, Cuff me
hear massa tell more dan twenty men same
talc and I haint seen no gentleman treat
him like you mo. Act like a gemman, if
you is a nigger.
Coflrf. An Irishman receiving a chal
lenge to fight a duel, declined, On being
asked the reason, 'Och!" said Paf, "would
you have mo leave his mother an orphan."
A Frenchman having a violent pain in
tho breast and stomach, went to a physician
for relief. Tho doctor inquiring whero his
trouble lay, the Frenchman, with a dolori
ous accent, lying his hands on his breast
said: "Vy sare, I have oiio very bad pain
in my portmanteau" (ntfaning( his chest.)
Nothing so foolish as the laugh of foolSi

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