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iniftTt 'J '.rvi V"' ' ' '-. ' .J..!( '. , -' ' . ' '" 'JAMES -R. MORRIS, Editor and PnopiiiEton. WOODSFIELD, OHIO, SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 12, 1846. Vol. III. No. 26; o5 i . . - TE11MS. . Thb Spibit Of Democracy in published every s : Saturday at the fallowing rates: 81 60 per annum, if paid in advance. ,$200."" " ' it paid within the year. $3 00 ' "; " v; if payment be delayed until after the expiration t.f the year. .'. , 09 N PaPcr lv'" be discontinued, except at the option of t lie editor, until nil arrears are paid. 03-All communications sent by mail must be post-paid. ' i; ' ' ,. . Advertisements inserted at 50 cents per square, (fourteen lines or less,) for the first insertion, and 25 cents for each subsequent insertion. One col limn one month $7 00. Three months $10. Six .-months SIB. ;Twclvc months $25. - -, Timet; of . holding the Court of C OMMOJV ,", PLEAS in the 1 5th Judiciul District, for 1816; ., Hon. WM KEA'JYOJV, President Judge, i.v Belmont. 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ATTORNEY WW AND COUNSELLOR AT LAW, AINJJ SOLICITOR IN CHANCERY, having extend d bis arrangements to practice in the State Courts - for tho counties of Monroe, Belmont, uuernsey, Harrison, and Jefferson, in this State: in the U, S Circuit and District Courts for Ohio: and in the Supreme Court of the United Statss at Washington City, tenders his professional services to his numerous Iriends and the public generally, from whom he hopes to receive a generous and liberal patronage. All business intrusted to his care will receive (he most prompt and energetic devotion of his professional skill and industry. f - HQ Office opposite the Court House,-Woods- Jield, Monroe co., U. XNov. 2t, 1H4, NATHANIEL MANNING. JAMES SMITH, , .MANNING cV SMITH, PHYSICIANS AND SURGEONS, . t. Woodsfield, Monroe county, Ohio. C Monroe Academy. VhIHE summer term of the MONROE ACAD JL - EMY will commence on the second Monday of May, to continue twenty weexs. , Tuition from four to eight dollars per term, as follows: . ' .j Beading, Writing, orGeograph, . $4 00 'Arithmetic, Grammar, Elocution, or Philosophy, 5 00 '..Astronomy, Chemistry .PracticslGe .v oinetry or First Lessons in Algebra, , 6 00 t. Algebra, Legendre, or Snrveying, 7 00 Moral or Mental Philosophy, Rhetoric, ' - Logic, or Latin, - 8 00 i -..-u-.- -. TEXT BOOKS. - , Davies Mathematical course, viz: Davies'Arith , melic, Davles' First Lessons in Algebra, Davies' Elementary or practical ueometry, iiavies' Uour . don's Algebra, Davies' Legeodre's Geometry, and JJavies' surveying. Heading McGufley's Eclectic Series. Grammar By Lectures. . ,i Elocution Porter's Rhetorical Reader. -. Geography M itchell's. . Philosophy and Chemistry Comstock's. Astronomy Olmstead's. - Botany Mrs. Lincoln's. . , . Geology Hitchcock's- f Moral or Mental Philosophy Wayland's. . Rhetoric or Logic Whateley's. f' Latin Andrews' Grammar and Reader. , 'The subscriber, having been for twelve years en. gaged in teaching, and wishing to make a perm iient location ts a teacher, would respectfully soli. cit the patronage of the people ol Monroe and the adjoining counties, and would assuie the young ' Gentlemen and Ladies who may attend the Acad. emy, that no exertion shall be wanting on his part , to assist them in their studies, and advance the in terest of the institution. . v '-'"'- - ;- STEPHEN' WOOD, s- Woodsfield, March 23, 1818. ..-.. ? 05-A writer in the July number of Graham's Magazine," depicting those who were sufferers by the failure of a Bank, says: " There were mechan ics, hard-working men, earning a subsistence for themselves and their families by the sweat of their brow laborers, toiling like beasts of burden under the scorching summer sun, for a scanty pittance barely sufficient to provide them with the common necessaries of life women, overtasked, emaciated women, plying with weary fingers their needles all day, and far into the solemn night, for employers who were battening on the life-current that ebbed from their breaking hearts widows,who had treas ured there the portion o their fatherless and help less little ones on all these was brought ruin and desolation. And what was the cause? Defalca tion! And were the workers of this great wo pun ished? Were they pointed at with scorn? Were they Irowned from society, where they festeredi like a moral pestilence, destroying all beliel in in tegrity and honor? No! Society had not the mcral courage to cast them off, or to brand their crimes with the dark names they deserved. No! they were courted, and caressed, and their homes were the abodes of luxury, while the cries of their victims went up into the cars of the Lord or Sa- BAOTH !" It docs seem to us that the pictures of ruin, dis tress, and desolation caused by bank explosions, cannot be overwrought. Thousands of hard work ing mechanics and day laborers deposit their all in some legalized plundeiing shop, and each night lie down, with the comfortable reflection, that they have made a safe investment. But, in a moment, their hopes are all blasted. That which they had supposed would be to them a help In lime of need, has gone to line the pockets of some lordly bank officer! The following extracts, from the writings of George LiPrAnu, of Philadelphia, are worth a perusal: The Mechanic and the 13ank President. Tlio Stale House clock had struck eight, when amid the gay crowds who thronged Chestnut street, might be dis cerned one poor wan-faced man, who strode sadly up and down the pavement in front of a jeweller's window. Tho night was bitter cold,. but a tattered round-about and patched trowscrs, con stituted his scanty apparel, lie had not been shaven 'for several dajs, and a thick beard, gave a wild appearance to his lank jaws and compressed lips. Ilis face was pale us a moit-cloth, but his eye shone with that clear wild liyht that once seen, can never be forgotten. There was Fumine in the unnatural gleam of that eye. His much-worn hat was thrown back from his pale forehead and there, in the lines of that frowning brow you might read the full volume of wrong and want, which (he oppressors of this world write on the faces of the poor. Up and down the cold pavement he strode. He looked from side to side for a glance of pity. There was 'no hu manity in the eyes that met his gaze. Fashionable Dames going to the Opera, Merchants in broad-cloth returning from the counting-house, Dank Direc tors hurrying to their homes, godlv preachers wending to their Churches, their laces lull ol sobriety and their hearts burning with enmity to the Pope of Rome: These all were there, on that crowded pavement. But pity for the Foorman,who with Famine written on his forehead and blazing from his eyes, strode up and down, in front of the Jeweller's gaudy window? Not one solitary throb! "No bread, no fire," muttered the Mechanic as he looked to the sky with a dark scowl on his brow. "No bread, no fire for two whole days. I can bear it, but God! My child, my child!" With the taUcred cuff of Ids coat sleeve he wiped away a salt tear from his cheek. , "God!" ho fiercely muttered between his set teeth. "Js there a God? Ishe iust? - Then whv have these people fine clothes and warm houses, when , 1, with honest hands,have no bread to eat, no fire to warm me ?''. Your pardon, pious people, your par don for the blasphemy of this starving wretch! starvation you know is a grim sceptic, a very Infidel, a doubter, and a scorler! '' .; Two days without bread or. fire!" he muttered and strodo wearily along the street. Suddenly a half muttered cry of delight escaped from his lips. A splendid carriage, drawn oy two blood horses,with a coat of arms gleam ing on its panels, met his gaze. Jt was the work of an instant for the Median- I . . hrhImm a. a 1 . I . '. . 1 .Kin ' Anil'iniTA IV. IU BUllM UIJ UCIIIIIU 11119 UUIUUC, while a smiling-faced elderly gentleman, sate alone by himself within. And a vvay the horses dashed, until they reach ed a large mansion in one of the most aristocratic squares of the city. The smiling-faced elderly gentleman came out of tho carriage, and . after telling James the coachman, to be very, care ful of the horses, he took his night-key from his pocket, and entered the man sion. v .;- r V - 6 . --i V ' .-.: i-l - uJle failed three days sgo," said the Meohanic.glancing at the mansion with a grim smile, as he leapt down. from the coach. "The Bank of which he is Pres ident broke a fortnight since! Ha, ha!" And with a hollow laugh he pointed to the retreating coach and then to the mansion, from whose curtained win dows the blaze of lights flashed out upon the street. "He is the President of the Bank that broke, and yet he has his 'coach and horses, his house, his servants and his wines. 1 had-six hundred dollars in that Bank, and yet have not a crust of bread to eat. 1 'spose this must be what they call 'usice.'" And with that same mocking laugh he strode up the marble steps of the Bank President's Palace. "1 will make another effort," he whis pered. "And if that fails Ha! God will take care of my child. As for my self ha! ha! 1 'spose the over-seers of tho Poor will bury me!" The door of the Bank President's Palace was ajar. The mechanic pushed it open and entered. A ruddy glow of light streamed through the parlor door way into the hall. Walking boldly for ward, the Mechanic paused at ihe door and looked in. Oh, such fine furniture, a splendid glass above the mantel, otto mans, a sola, a gorgeous carpet, and silk curtains drooping along from the vv indows magnificent furniture! "And he is the President of the Bro ken Bank." Mr. Job Joneson, the President of the Bunk which had just failed for rnly one million dollars, sate writing at a table in the centre of that goigeo.us par lor. He was a pleasant man, with a round face and small eyes, a short neck and a white cravat, corpulent paunch and a showy broad-cloth coat. Alto gether Job Joncson, Esq. was one of your good citizens, who subscribe large sums to tract societies, and sport velvet cushioned pews in ihurch. He did not perceive the entiance of the Mechanic, but having taken his seat in a hurry, was making some memoranda in his note book b the light of the astral lamp. "Twenty dollars to the Society for promoting Bible Christianity at Borne," thus he soliloquized. "Good idea, thai. Be in all the Patent-Gospel Papers. Two hundred dollars for jewellery; Mrs. Joneson is very extravagant. Fifty dollars for lurniture broken by my son Robert who is now at College. Bad boy that! One thousand dollars for a piano, grand piano for my daughter Co- rinno lla! Hum! Who's there? What do you want?" The Mechanic advanced, and taking off his hat approached the table. It was n fine contrast; the unshaven Me chanic, and the Bank President; on this side of th'a table rags and want, on that side, broadcloth and plenty; here a face with Famine written on its every line; there a visage redolent ol venison steaks and turtle soup. "Your business Sir?" "Do you not know me, Mr. Jone son? 1 a-m John Davis." "Indeed! You shingled a house for me last summer. Why you are sadly changed!" The lip of the Mechanic trembled. "1 was a little better-looking last sum mer, I believe," he said, "But Mr. Jone son, 1 have called upon vou in order to ascertain whether there is any hope of my ever getting any portion of my mo ney from the ' Bank?" "Not one cent!" said the Bonk Pres ident, taking out hisVatch and playing with the seals. "I worked very hard for that money, Mr. Joncson. I've frozen in the win ter's chill, and broiled in the summer's heat for that money, Mr. Joneson." "My dear fellow, you talk to me as if I could help it," said Mr. Joneson, gazing intently upon the motto engrav en on his seal, iUp icith the Bible,1 "And now Mr. Joneson, 1 am with out work; my money is gone," contin ued John Davis, speaking in a low tone that God's angels could not listen to without tears, "My child lays at the point of death.--" "How can I help that, my good fel low? 1 am sorry that your child is sick but can I help it?" said, the Bank President in the tone of withering po liteness. "1 have neither bread nor medicine to give her," said Davis as his grey eye blazed with a strange light. "There has been no fire in her room for two days" . "Get work," said the Bank President, in a short decided tone. "Where? And Davis extended his lean hands, while a quiet look of despair stamped every line of his countenance. "Anywhere! Everywhere! ""You don't mean to say that an able-fcodied man like you can't get work in this, en lightened cfty of Philadelphia? Pshaw !" "1 have tried to get work for two long we.eks, and am now without a crust of bread!" And John gazed steadily in Joneson'a face. , "Well then, where's your credit? You don't mean to say that an indus trious mechanic like you are, or ought to be, can't obtain credit in this enter prizing city of Philadelphia?" "There is no imprisonment for debt," said John with a sickly smile. "N,o poor man gets 'trust' now-a-days." "Well my poor fellow I am sorry for you, sorry that our Bank failed to meet its liabilities, sorry that you invested your little money in it, very sorry! But d'ye see? 1 have an engagement, and must go." The corpulent Bank President rose from his seat, inserted his watch in its fob, put on his great coat, and moved toward the door. Davis stood as if rooted to that gor geous carpet. He made an effort to speak but his tongue produced but a hollow sound. Then his lip trembled, and his quivering fingers were pressed nervously against his breast. "Come my fellow, I pity your case, but I can't help it. There is a meeting of the Patent-Gospel Association to night, and I must go. You see my fel low, the Pope of Home must be put down, and 1 must go an' help do it.'' Davis advanced toward the corpulent Bank President. "Look here Mr. Joneson," he said in that husky whisper, which speaks from tho thin lips of want. "My hands are hardened to bone by work. Look at these fingers. D'ye see how cramped and crooked they are? Well, Mr. Jone son, for six long years I slaved for that six hundred dollars. And why? Be cause 1 wanted to give my wile a home in our old age, because 1 wished to give some schoolin' to my child. This mon ey Mr. Joneson, 1 placed in your hands last summer. ' You said you'd invest it in slock, and now, now, Sir, my wife has been dead a month, my child lies on her dyin' bed without bread to eat, or a drop of medicine.,tf-still a single death -pain. An' I come to you, and :isl. for in v money, nn' vou tell me tJiat THE BAN lv IS BIIOKE ! Now Mr. Joneson, what 1 want to ask you is this" His voice trembled, and he raised his hands to his eyes for a single instant. "Will you lend mo some money to buy some wood and some bread?" "Why Davis, really you are too hard for me," said the round-faced Joneson, moving a step nearer the threshold. There was a supercilious curl about his fat lip, and a sleepy contempt about his leaden eyes. ' 'Will you," cried Davis, his voce ris ing in a whispered shriek, "Will you lend me one dollar?" "Davis, Davis, you're too hard for me," said the Bank President, jingling the silver in his pocket with his gouty hands. "The fact is, were I to listen to all such appeals to my feelings, I would be a beggar to-morrow " He strode quickly over the threshold as he spoke. "John," he cried to the servant who was passing through the hall, "If any body calls for me, you can say that I have gone to the special meeting of the American Patent-Gospel Association. And look ye John, tell James to have the coach ready by twelve to-night: one of the Directors gives a party, and I must be there; and when, this person goes out, you can put do wn the dead latch." " Having thus spoken, the Bank Pres ident walked quietly to the front door of the mansion, and in a moment was passing along the crowded street. Jolin Davis stood in the centre of that gorgeous parlor, silent and motionless as a .figure carved out of solid rock. "Come Mister, as the gentleman's gotie, I 'spose you may as well tortle!'' said a harsh voice. John Davis looked up, and beheld a fat-faced servant in lively, motioning him toward the front door. v . Without picking his hat from the car pet, John walked slowly from the house. Meanwhile Job Joneson, Esq. pas sing with a dignified waddle through the crowded street, reached the corner of Sixth and Chesnut streets, where the out'ino of the State House arose into the clear, cold, star-lit sky A hand was laid gently on his shoul der. Joneson turning quicly round, beheld a man of some thirty years, whose slovenly dress and red nose be trayed his profession. He was a tip staiTof one of the Courts of Justice. "Beg pardon," Sir, your name .jone son Sir? There , is a case to be tried in Court to-morrow, 'and, you are sum moned to appear as a, witness. Here's the Subpoena--""".1 " .. Jonesan reached forth his hand to grasp the paper, when the figure of John Davis strode quietly between him and the tip-staff. "And , shrieked a voice, wild and broken, yet horrible in its slightest tones, "A nd have a summons for you, also!" The Bank President made an involuntary start as the glare of those maniac eyes flashed upon him. "I sub poena yon, you Job Joneson, to appear at the Bar of Almighty God before day break to-morrow ! ' And he raised one thin hand to Heav en while the other rested upon the Bank President's shoulder. Joneson shrunk from that touch it was like hot lead on the bare skin! "I will bo there!" whispered Davis. "There!" And he waved his thin hands towards the stars. "At the Bar of God Almighty before day-break tomorrow!" The Bank President raised his bonds to his eyes with an involuntary gesture. When he again looked around, the ma niac was gone. The first object that met tho view was the body of a man flung over two chairs, with his arms dropping heavily to tho floor, and the long thin fingers thouching the uncarpeted boar4s. A miserable candle hall' burnt to its sock et, and fixed in an old bottle, was plac ed on a rough pine table. The flicker ing light fell on the face of the man. It was pale and livid, the lips hung apart and the lower jaw was sunken. There was a gash across the throat of the man, and his dingy shirt was spot ted with curdled blood. "She died in my arms only half an hour ago," chimed in the old dame, "An' there but five minutes ago as 1 was straightenin' her out on the bed, her father poor John Davis comes in, looks for an instant on the face of his child, and then oh Lor', oh Lor' he cuts his throat from ear to ear, and falls on two chairs as dead as a stone!" "He is yet warm," muttered the Doc' tor, laying his hand on the dead man's face. " 1 here is an awful Despair writ ten in the face of that ghostly corse!" "Hallo! Is there any body in this house?" cried a voice in thick gruff tones. "Its the watchman," muttered the widovv,going to the head of the stairs "Is that you, Mister Thompson?" "Yes, it is widow," replied the gruff voice, "but here s a man taken sick in his carriage comin' home from a parly, and he wants help mighty bad " "You see Master made a little too free with the wine at Deacon Bogcrs' house," chimed in another voice. "An' consequence is, he's took bad with an appylectic fit " Between them, was the body of the sick man. He groaned and struggled as they laid him on the floor, and turn ed his head lrom side to side, as though the death rattle was in his throat. As he turned from side to side, the light fell upon the round fat face of Job Joneson, the Bank President. "Well," screamed the man in livery, "if there aint the man I turned from Masters door last night if there ho aint with his throat cut!" The watchman looked upon the Sui cide with a start, and muttered distinct ly to himself the words, udamfool. Watchmen are great philosophers. "Cantyou donothin'forhim nobody?" said the man in livery. "He's my mas ter!" "I am afraid all is over; however we may bleed himj said the Doctor stoop ing down over the prostrate Bank President. The words had scarcely passed his lips when Joneson rose on his knees with a violent struggle. "Where where ' he muttered as a gurgling noise sounded in his throat "Where am I ah!' His voice rose into a horrible shriek husky With the death rattle. He beheld the ghastly face of the Suicide. "Ah a-h!' he groaned clutching at his throat with his gouty hand. "At the Bar of God Almighty before day break to-morrow P With these words on his lips, ho fell a shapeless mass of clay. He had obeyed the subpoena of the Suicide; he had gone to meet his pale Accuser be fore the Throne of Eternity. . .- ,. ... The legalized Robber lay beside the wretch whom ho had plundered. The well-fed Bant President who not ten hours past, had refused the starving Mechanic one solitary dollar, now lay beside the victim of Lis lawful fraud, like that victim, a loathsome mass of clay, on which worms would soon hold their' revel." ' ,' .' ". The good and merciful God has flung between our eves and the shadow of V.tern'iiv nn awful veil.or else we might follow up to Judgment, the soul of the Bank President. We might behold the long train of orphan's ghosts who follow Hia snnl with n.nrspfl to the bar of Al mighty justice, and there while the pale 5,n'.,la ctollra linfnrn him. lilnstinfT his sight with a spectacle of speechless woe, we might see how the guilty wretch trembles and couches in the presence of his God, as the wrongs of ten thousand men and women and childrcd beggared by his fraud, come blackening upward, in palpable shapes of doom, But let him pass to bis account. There are hundreds like him, walking the streets of the Quaker City, thtir round fat faces wearing a pleasant smile as they think of-houses and lands, torn from the honest poor by legalized rob' benj. Let them nil pass Goo is Just. Uoinantic Incident. . At the late fire in Quebec the follow ing romantic incident occurred: Whilst the devouring flames were rapidly enveloping every portion of this n'ob'e structure, the doors being entirely blockaded by the mass of hu man be'ings, who, iu their consternation, had precipitated themselves upon them, in the vain hope of escaping to the open air, a voung lady, the beautiful and ac complished Miss'St. Pie re, as she turn ed out in the sequal, was seen by the multitude, standing at an open window in the third story of the building, whith er she had ran,'no doubt, with the idea of precipitating herself on the pavement beneath. There she stoodthe bright glare from tho approaching flames dis playing in bold relief, the lovely con tour of her noble, yet sylph-like form. An expression of agonizing despair was stamped upon that fair face, which, but a few moments before, had been deck ed in radiant smiles. The palor of death had usurped the place of the rose. The sxcited multitude beneath, at least that part of it beneath the window where she stood, remained silent and motionless. To all human appearance, no aid could reach her. A few min utes more and she must be lost forever. At this moment, clasping her hands, she exclaimed iu heart-rending accents, "My Mother!" and immediately after, the word "William!" fell from her lips in softer tones. Now a rush was heard at the extremity of the ciowd, and a young man, dressed in latigue suit ola U. S. "Middy," bounded forward and gazed for a moment with wild and hag gard looks on the lotely vision before him. It was but for a moment. With one bound, into which he seemed to throw the concentrated energy of des pair and hope, if such a union can take place, he reached a window in the building, some five feet from the street, from which, even then, the smoke and flames were belching forth attempts were made to stop him; but he was gone. The anxiety and interest below were intense. In a moment he made his appearance beside the lady, and grasping her round the wnist again dis appeared. In another moment he ap peared at a window in the second story, the lower one being entirely envelop ed by the devouring element. . What was to be done; no ladder, and the dis tance entirely too great to risk jumping. With the rapidity of lightning he laid J .1.- 1.. J .. nlV i:n . which was a frock tied the sleeves as tight as he could round his right foot, then swung himself from the window, holding on with his hand's, said a few words to the lady, when she. got upon his shoulders, and with a coolness and presence of mind which would have done credit to old Blucher, slipped down to his legs, then seized the coat, by which means she came within ten feet of the ground, when she let go and was caught in the arms of several of the spectators. The hero of this little ro mance wes then in the most imminent danger, hanging at a distance of some twenty feet from the ground, holding by his hands, and the flames already scorching them. Death seemed to be inevitable. He relaxed his hold and fell to the pavement lifeless, it is true, but more from the stun of the fall than real injury. Both were carried to the house of Miss St. Piere's mother, and in a few hours were almost recovered. What gives the real romance to this incident, is, that the "William" of the story had, some months before, seen, loved, and been accepted, secretly, it is true, by the rich and beautiful Kate St. Piere. The attachment. 'tis said, was (yes, and is,) mutual, but owing to the disparity in fortune, Mrs. St. Piere would not listen tothe proposals of young S . 'Tis said that they are now to be. mar. lied in a very short time, making good the words of the poet, "None but the brave deserve the fair."