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"That Government i the best which govern least." BIT LEVI L. TATE. P 0 E T It Y . fur the Columbia Dtmuciat. Hniiti?. Harkee ! Tom, the birds are tinging, See (he huh peeps o'n the hill, II around its brinht rays flinging, While we sweetly lumber still. Yes, pleasant, ,ne "10"ing When throughout the sullry night, Fleas, giia's, bed bugs, round we re swarming, To steal an huur from bur aud bite. Hut, dear Tom, we must be hurrying, Breakf.it oVr, away we run, And the new mown grass stirring, Mike the hy while shines lh sun. O'erand o'er the light gis turning, if both in playful mood j While b"ve, the sun is burning And iti heal i scarce withstood. And there stands the old oak tree, Tom, Casting round its grateful shade; T whose spring, how often we, Tom, Have a joyful errand made. Then at evening, home returning, Each gallants a chosen maid ; With his bosom inly burning, And his silent love repaid. By the clasped hand's gentle pressure By the silent, gentle kiss ; How the heart doats on its treasure ! How i't owns the magic bliss! Dont you recollect those days, Tom ? Yes, I know, 'lis long since then ; We have seen the world's rough ways, Tom, We were boys, but now re men. W have n low vice rewarded, Virtue sink beneath her load ; But though here she be discarded, We know her Patron to be God. The Angel of Our Home. Y C K. HUTCHING. -There is not in angel added to the Host t( Heaven but uVes its blessed work on earth in those that loved it here.B-DCKiNs. There cnmii an angel day y day " Into this home of ours And if we chance abroad to stray, 'Tis there amongthe flowers Its low, and gentle voice is heard By night about our bed, In many i detr familiar word That minds us of the dead. It brightens all our happiness; And, when dark sorrows come, Speaks comfort to our hearts, and it The Angel of our Home. Whon firrt we learned to speak of Death We f'"H i' by our hide While, bicsm m wilti (hirlitK breath, Our own i-weet mother died, It siay'd ur unavailing leal, And kixM out pale cheeks dry; Brought hope to south '.ur faithless fears, And pointed Inwards the sky, Since then, in all our happiness. And when dark sorrows come, M'is ever hy our side, and is The Angel of our home. And all nnr love, o great before, Since that sad hour hath grown Our Angel bids us love the more The more we fuel alone. It will not suffer in our mind One selfish thought to stay One envious wish, or though unkind, Since our bereavement day, S:ill may it bear us company, Through all our years to come Sit ever in our hearts, and be The angel ol our home. John Alcohol, My Joe. John Alcohol, my Joe John, VVneii e Were first acquaint, I'd money in my pocket", John Whicn now I know there ain't; 1 speut it all ill trea'ing, John, Hecause I loved you so; But mark me, how yim've treated me, J"hn Alcoool, my Joe. John Alcohol, my Joe John, We've been too lond together, So you mut take one road, John, And I will take the other ; For we may tumble down, John, If hand in hand we go. And I will have the bill to foot, Jobo Alcohol my Joe, EL00MS13U11G, COLUMBIA CO., SATURDAY, -:3?t5Sg:-c SATURDAY MOR., NOV. 3, 1849. The Season. We have, at present, the most beautiful weather imaginable. The fall is at any rate our favorite season. Generally warm enough to be comfortable, and coi l enough to be healthy and bracing; it mingles the pleasant breeze of summer, with the clnll- iiijr blast of winter. It is also, in the main, more free from sudden and uncomfortable chances, than the spring. The smiles and tears of April, are seldom found tn any ot the fall months; and the blows and snows of winter, do not encounter us, at least in this latitude, till wintor has fairly set in. We are also, more especially, in thissea- son of the y ear, free from muddy roads ; the ground having become hard, compact .... . . and solid, during the summer ; ootn on ac count of a less amount of moisture:, and al so on account of its more rapid evapora tion. True, fall lias also, in some tilings, its disadvantages; but compared with its companions in the track of Time, we think it is still in the advance. It always struck us that this was the time for marrying. It is true that many pretend to prefer rosy May or June, but we think their reasons good for nothing. Flowers are pretty enough, we have no objection to them ; but we prefer something more substantial ; and this is the season to lay up beef and I'ork, apples and cider, make apple butter, preserves, jellies, pick- es, sour-crout, fcc. &c, which are procu red easier and cheaper now, than in the spring, and by the time it arrives, you have a. start in the world. Beside all tins, winnn is of much importance.it has other advan tages. For instance two blankets in a cold night ara better than one. Mind your own Business. We very often hear the remark that, "if a man dont mind his own business, nobody else will mind it for him." Now, it being some time since we read Solomon s 1 ro verbs, we dont just exactly recollect,wlied er he ever made an observation similar or not, but if he didn't, it's a wonder. In any case however it is a saying worthy of nil acceptation. We are in lavour ol its ap- Dlication in all cases whatsoever, aDU as sert upon the best authority, that it has the most maeical effect upon every possible occurrence, relation, and business in life. Some people delight in running counlre to every thinff. Signs, omens, and J ro- verbs, are their utter detestation ; and, ac cordingly, numbers are daily found, disre- garding the maxim contained in the quota tion, at. the beginning of this article; ana attending to every body's business but their own. The advice contained in our caption, has often been most freely given, to many belonging to this tribe of nuisan ces ; and nothing asked tn return, but a compliance, yet, however, although, nev ertheless, notwithstanding; they have seen their fences rot down, while they, dear good souls, were taking care of the character of neighbor. We wish we could relieve some of these philanthropic mortals of their honerous la bors. For that purpose we write this edi torial, and assure them, that these men will tiVe care of themselves. They are no doubt obliged to you, for all you have said r,f them, to A. B. & V. and W1S Jou nl to trouble your selves any further. How would vou like some one to go round, ma. king your character and concerns a com mon topic of conversation i Are you, w..o mind other's business, free from defects? If not let charity begin at home. Edgar A. Foe's DEATit.-Speaking of ,i. ,i,.h nf nnor Toe. lor witli an ins faults, we loved him for his transcendent ii pnrresnondent writes, mat ne had just concluded a successful tour through Virginia, where he delivered a series of able lectures. On last Wednesday, elec tion day, in Baltimore, he was found near the Fourth ward polls laboring under an at tack of mania-a-potu, and in a most shock ing condition. Being recognized, he was placed in a carriage and conveyed to the Washington Hospital, where every atten tion was bestowed on him. He lingered, however, until death put a period to his ex istence. His last days were spent in the same institution where Dr. Lopland, the Milford Bard, spent so many of his latter years, laboring under the effects of the same sad disease Fati of Genius and Talent We learn with extreme regret that Chakles F. IIofkm an, is now confined in the Baltimore Hospital, laboring under a malady which destroys so many of our most distinguish eil men of (renins. It is so very remarka ble that individuals gified with the highest order of talent, lavorea with a supcratnin dance of sense and learning, and who, year after year, are heaping volume upon vol ume upon our centre-tables and upon the shelves of our libraries, which contain the swpptrst effusions i.f mind hnrhly culliva ted, taste accurately defined, should not possess sufficient courage to resist tne in sidious foe to their health and life. When wfi nurusft the napes of some of our gifted writers, and are carried irresislably along in fancy's flight amid visions of happiness and felicity, it seems otten as u tneir pens ivprp ilinnpd 111 eilu-rnal liauid. and direct ed by minds imbued with inspiration. That men, intelligent, and lavored witn sucn high order of Nature s gills, should tor swear all the morality they ever inculcated and abandon themselves to the allurements of the foul demon of certain destruction, is a mystery to all the world beside, as it cer tainly is to them. The clods of the valley are yet fresh over the remains of poor Ed oar A. Poe. and now his compatriot in genius, Hoffman, is following him so closely, a miserable, untortunate, pitiiuj, raving desperate maniac ! Alas ! is it true that "The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Dolh glance from heaven to earth from earth to heaven And as imagination bodies forth The forms of thinus unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shape, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name:' We notice the death of Edgar A. Poe, with feelings of peculiar sorrow. He was one of those, whoso eccentricities of mind, were the admiration of our boyish fancy . His story of the "Black cat," we think it was called, and the "Raven" and many others, wrought upon our half superstitious feelings a kind of pleasing terror. And we have often laughed over the satire and rid iculing critique, of some story or Poem. Poor Poe! he has run the course of most literary men neglect, want, fame, the hos pital! He will be missed in the literary world, but he will not be forgotten. Our libraries will contain the records of his ge nius, and though others may rise, they will not displace him, but will take their stations at his side Charles Fenno Hoffman, is following him closely, laboring under the same dis ease, suffering in the same city, confin ed in the same hospital. 7iere died Lop land, there foe, spent his last hours, and there now raves Hoffman! Sad! sad are the records of genius. To those whose evenings have been shortened by Hoffman's volumes, this information will come with a perplexing sorrow. The favorite of so many of the reading public, is now as it were, dead to the world. No more will the creations of his fancy, or the pictures of his imagination, warm their hearts or in struct their minds. What may now be the ravings of that gifted mind, no one can tell ; for, The Lunatic, the Lover, and th ! Toet, Aruof imagination all compact." .JTmM for the Coons. Cracked by Gr..s. Kowmax. of the "fled. Gaz." Arguments oj Whiery dny brfore 'Lection ! WOur friends in the County go into the contest under unusually favorable aus pices, and their vigorous and united action cannot fail to carry Mr. Rothrrmcl into the Sheriffalty. They must elect him, and with him, all the rest of the candidates in the county." North American. After all the hlotcr, would it be believed thit Mr. Rotlmrmel has hem defeated in Philadelphia to the tune uf 100'J majority, and the "rest of the candidate" knocked iulothe middle of next yen? Such it the fact. Kunny Ihingi are Taylor cat- eulations! tV" The great issue then before the State is simply this; shall the Tariff of 1810 be preserved as the Lornfrr. desire, or shall it be repealed and f t.U i :::ed by the principles of the Tariff oi li:' . the friends of the National and Sir, ...In inis tntions intend V'Nnrth American. Here was a direct issue between the Tariff ol and that of 16lfl, and the people have deci ded, in laiiKiiage not to be inisundetstood, in fa vor uf the latter. This should put to rest forever the slang nnd humbug of the federalists about the Tariff of M2" and it will if they have any re gard to the popular voice. IT"Notone dollar was added to the Stale debt during the administration of Gov. Rimer."-- North American. Brickbats would not be half su hard to digaat n this ! 7"We assert with confidence that, for every Whig who votes for Jones, there wilt be two JJevwcruts who tvill vote for Ciljiin. We are content to swap all the year round on such terms. Duihj News. In the face of all this bragging, Jones, the De mocratic candidate lor Major, has triumphed overall oposition, and Mr. Gilpin has leave to retire. A few more such "swaps" will render Whiggery extinct in the city of Philadelphia. The balance is on our side. It "7"Tlie State needn a legislature which will enable Gov. Johnson to carry out his excellent system of public measures." North American. Not true. The State need and has got a Leg islature which will prevent this unscrupulous demagogue from fastening any more of his infa mous mcai-uret upon the people, lie ought to go home to his mammy. Letter from GraceCrecnwood. We copy from the New York "Globe and Dem ocratic Union," the following extract from a let ter by Grace Greenwood. After speaking of Krederika Bremer, coming to New York and ray. ing that by the women ol America she must be welcomed, she proceeds: Hut to the men of America comes one whose very name should cause the blood to leap along their veins he, the hearls's brother of freemen all over the world the patriot, prophet, and soldier, the hero of the age Kossuth, the Hungarian ! ! How will he be received here ? How will the deep, intense, yet mournful sym pathy, the soul felt admiration, the gener ous homage of tho country, find express ion ? Not in parades and dinners, and pub lic speeches, for Heaven's sake ! Would you feast and fete a man on whose single heart is laid the dead, crushing weight of a nation's sorrow about whose spirit a nation's despair makes deep, perpetual night ? 1 know not how my countrymen will meet this glorious exile ; but were I a young man, with all the early love and fresh enthusiasm for liberty and heroism, I would bow reverently, and silently kiss his hand. Were I a pure and tried statesman, an honest patriot, I would fold him to my breast. Were I an old veteran, with the fire of freedom yet warning the veins whose young blood overflowed in her cause, I should wish to look on Kossuth, and die ! Who can say this man lived in vain ? Though it was not his to strike the shakles from his beloved land, till she should stand free and mighty before heaven, has he not struggled and suffered for her? Has he not spoken hallowed and immortal words words which have gone forth to the na tions, a power and a prophecy, which shall sound on and on, long after his troubled life is past on and on, till their work is accom plished in great deeds and the deeds be come history, to be read by free men with quickened breath, and eyes that lighten with exultation ? And it is a great thing that Europe, darkened by superstition and crushed by despotism, has known another hero a race of heroes, I might say, for the Hungarian uprising has been a startling and terrific spectacle for kings and empe rors. And "the end is not yet." There must be a sure, a terrible retribution for the oppressors--a yet more fearful finale to this world-witnessed tragedy. While the heavens endure, let us hold on to the faith that the right shall prevail against the wrong, when the last long struggle shall coino, that the soul of freedom is imperish able, and shall triumph overall oppressions on the face of the whole earth. Yours, truly, GRACE GREENWOOD. Slaves in Divfehknt Countries. The fol lowing ii s.iiil to he a rorrcc t ettimateof the slaves in the fullowing roui.trief, to wit: United Sl;itr, Kpan:h colonic", South American Republic, Brazil, Ihitch Colonies, African Settlements, 3. 05.'). no j '.;wi,((jj 1 10,000 -i.y.'vi.uijo M.OO'J 3Q,0'J0 Total tmmb- ofKU'M, 7, Mi i.OOO NOV. 3, 1849. ficKin-vi MAIerary Gem. The Luzerne Drmoci at, occasionally presents its readers with some splendid genu of lefined literature, one of which, and perhaps the most sublime we have ever perused, will he found be low and lo which we invite the a'tention of our literary readeie : "We are now enjoying the mom delight ful season of the whole year the October Indian Summer. The days are warm and sunny, the nights cool and clear, the tkies bright, and the hills variegated with every hue and shade, whilst over all the earth is thrown as a light veil, that delicious autum nal haze which seems to screen us from the too fervid sunshine, and to sofien the light into a golden mellowness which in vests and and pervades all things, and even seems to cast a shadow upon the human heart, and makes one feel as though he were in some gret universal church on a calm sabbath dayf and the sweet sunlight falling in upon him through stained glass windows. It is a season of beauty, of rich and changing beauty. Dame nature seems to have disrobed herself of her gay sum mer holiday costume; and to have put on a many coloied undress a sort of invalid robe, both gaudy and sober. 'Tis a sea son which reminds us all of change. "Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set ; but all Thou hatt all seasons for thine own, Oh Death !' The fading leaves and the withering flowers are truly emblematic of human life and human hopes, and it is truly'said that "Hope's gayest wreaths arej made of eaithly tlnw is Things I hat are made to fade and fade away, E're they have blossoin'd for a few short hour?." And "we all do fade as a leaf." Man is but a leaf of mortality, that springs, and grows for a season, perhaps admired, perhaps un noticed, lives his little life, and then droops and dies, and is forgotten. We look upon the green leaves in the glad spring time, when in their freshness they fill the very atmosphere with their profusion, as bright hopes and fond anticipations fill the heart of youth. We see them again in the sum mer time when they have their full growth and beauty, and the hopes of manhood which have been cherished for years arc no lessgreenand promising, and seem just on the verge of fruition. But the unlooked for frost and bitter disappointment cast their blight upon them all, and the green leaf and the buoyant heart turn into the "sere and yellow," and droop, with still enough of life and beauty left to remind us of what they were, whilst the ever deepen ing tinge but too truly shadows forth what, in time, they both must be, withered, dead. And it is the season of sadness too, sweet but melancholy. We look upon the falling leaves and we " remember all The friends so link'd together." whom we have seen pass away, and a feel ing of sad loneliness comes over the heart. We remember the beautiful and beloved whom we have seen fade, and droop and die, like the summer flowers and the aut umn leaves, casting their beauty in the dust. And why should we not be sad? The trees shall again be clothed in their beauty, and the flowers that scatter their fragrance upon the earth shall bloom asain; but the friends we have loved and lost alas ! live but in our memory." Triumph ol' learning;. Mind constitute? the majesty f f man virtue his true nobili'y. The tide of improvement, which is now flowing through the land like an other Niagara, is destined to roll on downward lo the latest posterity ; and it w ill bear them on it bosom, our virtues, our vires, our glory or our shame, or whatever else we may transmit as an inheritance. It, then, in a great measure, de pends upon the prusnt, whether the moth of im morality, of ignorance, and the vampire of lux ury, shall prove the overthrow ofthe repuMx ; or whethrr knowledge and virtue, like pillais, shall support l.cr against the whirlwind of war, am bition, corruption, and the remorseless tooth of time. ' The cynic may smile at the idea, but there is perhaps many a germ of genius no.v in America, destined to rue to the pinnacle of human glory. Go search the records of renown. It is not to colleges alone we are to look for great and goi-d men. The .Saviour of mankind chose hii. compan ions from the iihing boat; and many of the most illustrious characters that ever illuminated the vorld roke by the aid of ioim hurtble means. JVOL. 3, NUmEEU 33- "r. ""l,(.,who,will)t,ee)e(,(aplulcj,pl,c1 "archedout and add, d aeolh, r lu , ,).e ,. Iarsv,tem,ws a filer boy i ,1C illM . ,.'U.US 'he veiy 6Un nIVi.o.ce, , r v,(ilUr M, learned to ,ead l,y l.e.rii.g lalr Kr.c!, "Ider brother. SeaM-h the m oid , our ,cV.,... "on, and the names ol Sher.oan, l u,,,, ,, , many others, may be adduced a, evidences tf ll position. Active education is ever on the inclose like mony, it, interest becomes compound-.lm I,.' and in the course of years a vast national t, . fury. Give , child.e,, fortune, without educa 'on, and at half ,le tMmibf r wi g0 h, the tomboUMivioii.peihap, t0 ,jtliCive u,m education, and they will arcumola'c fortunes; to themselves at,d to their county. It ,s an in. horitance worth more than gold: lor it buys honor -they can never spend nor loe it.-ind 'through life it proves a friend-in dealh, a consolation. Give your children education, and no tuunt will trample over your liberties. Give jour child ren education, and the ilverhcd horse of the despot will never trample in ruins the fablic of your freedom. Kattle Snake Hunter Among the wild.-: of Lake George, in the Northern putt of this Slam, theieisan old man who makes his livina ty uatchilig rattlesnakes, nulline the teeth ol then he wants to sell to showmen, and making ..il o-t of others-an oil which ignorant people have been quackized to believe in its superior virtues lor rheumatisms and grains. To catch ihcm he e:i -ploys a strong leather loop or nrr.se attached I the end of a pole eight or ten feet in lentil)--With this pole he cautmuIy approarrr, U,,. ,!, Pi in front of which the snakes Lalt in the sun, i ! cing the noose over the head and neckthe n being no constructed that when the snakes t; q. glfc the tighter lie is held, rendering e'a;,c im possible. When the old fellow wishes to i, c r them and render them harmless he ix'.rac s ilo ir fangs in the following manner: He lays the hi ...I across a log of wood, he then places his loot en the neck, pressing it until his Kiiakesdiip tin. ws back his upper jaw the mod in which Ihey bile; he then applies a pair of pincer. and with the coolness of an experienced dcr.tit polls out the langs one by one Set. Jlmnkan. McMakix's Saturday Coirier this week contains a curious and comical arti cle it has translated from a French journal. A young man was engaged by his father to marry a lady he did not love. She mis took his melanchoh for passion and so loved him. When asked by the Mayor, at the wedding ceremony, if he would take this ady,&c.,the young man answered, '-No." Imagine the lady's consternation. He ran off. She pursued him. She found him at a hotel in Paris, and with pistol in hwd entered his room as he lav in bed readimr. She insisted that he should rise, go with her to the Mayor, have tho weddimr cere mony go on, say "Yes" when asked, and permit her to say "No," when her honor would be satisfied. So thev went to the Mayor arrayed for the weddimr. "Do vou take this lady," Ae, asked the Mayor, "Yes," said the young man. "Do vou take this gentleman to be your husband,1? etc. To the astonishment of all "Certainly I no, said the lady. (iueerly enough, tho parties are living very happy together. We are sorry we have not room to ojvc the story in full in McMakin's happy man ner. LoiisinrorthellcavenlyCily. Let us advance on the wav of lif,; ami return to the heavenly city, where we shall be fellow-citizens, and of the household of God. Let us gaze on its glory so far as we can with mortal vision. It stands written of it, that sorrow and sighing shall (lee away. J here is no aire, ,lor ,oii 1f age, for all have come to the stature or per fect men in Christ. What can bo happier than such a life, where there is no poverty to fear.no sickness to f tifTcr, where no one will hurt, none is angry.no impure n.)i,. excites, no hunger gnaws, no ambiti,,,, ments, no devil terrifies, no hell threatens. Lvtl anilstnle are far away. IVncn n,t joy evermore mien. Die i.jgl.t j forspent, tne ciouus scatter, an illustrious day i, ureaKing, ior mat city needs n S1I nor moon, but the glory of tle j,or(J' shall enlighten it.a. dthe Lamb is tle Jilt ol it. w iiy do we not hasten in hiil, n i love to our native land? A great rnu'iiiiidc ihere awaits Whaljoy, .at j,jco for them and lor us.when we can aeai See and embrace them ! Well, then, !rt us look onto Christ. He is the Author of na!va. tion, and Prince of light, the source of joy'