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VOL.
THB BLOOMINGTON HERALD
13 PUBLISHED WEf:KLY,
.JfY THOMAS HUGHES.
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rj*The Postmaster GENER has decided that po*t
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JOB PRINTING.
T«K office of the Herald being well supplied with
.great variety of Job Type, the Proprietor is pre
wired to cxecute in the neatest style,
IN ALL ITS VARIOUS BRANCHES
SUE* CIS
I, VHKLS,
BOOKS
Pa*FUICT*»
(/I HTL LAHS,
HAVB-UILLS,
CARDS,
BILLS OF LABINH,
BALL TICKETS,
JCSTICKS' BLANKS,
BLANK DBKUS, &C.
II. MUSCiHAVE,
Wholesale and lid ail Grocer, Forwarding
and Commission JirrtUant, and
Jteithr in Produce,
BLOOMIM'TUX, IOWA I iiuirroHT.
~T~ ADAM OCJITA'IE,
Forwarding and Commission Merchant,
Bkoiningtan, loicn.
W. F. DKWCBLR,
Forwarding and Commission Merchant,
BLO3MIX« TOV, I. T.
(f Having been appointed Public Auctioneer for
Muscatine county, lie is at all times icady to attend
to sales in that way.
O V E
S U E O N A N Y S I I A N
WYOMI.NO, I. T.
DOCTOU M'IVEE,
Om» O!F CHESTUT STHKKT,
BKTWKES
4
FI.ONT
AND SKION*P.
DRS. SMITH & RECDER
HAVE
associated themselves together for the
practicc of Medicine, and they oiler thcr ser
vices to th* public generally.
(^/•Office on Second street, near Holangsworth s
Drug store.
A I E Tailor.
Q-ShtOr OS SKCOSD S-r »r.r.T OPPOMTK Till. 1 OS 1
OKKI e E.
WM. i. WOODWARD,
A O N E Y A A W
BLOOMINGTON, IOWA.
I RAD C. DAY,
A O N E Y A A W
BLOOMI
VOTO.V,
Tost
IoWA TKB.
(^Office on Second Street, third door below the
st Office. Recorder's Oflicc in the same building
T. S. PARVIX,
A O N E Y A A W
BLOOMINOTON. I. T.
GEORGE GREENE,
Attorney and Coutifdlor at La&t
MAHION, LINN CO., I. T.
J. U. PARKER,
A O N E Y A A W
IVENI'IIHT. I. T.
WILLIAM R. RANKIN,
ATTORNEY AND COUNSELLOR AT LAW
TIPTON, CKDAB Co., I. T.
Will practice in the several courts of the Territory.
WM. BTITSO
FORWARDING
& O I S S I O N
(5'j^T
..&V
.. WHEELING, VA.
house, sign and orx.wextal
Sbusiness,inall
E. HARGRAV KK will attend to t&e above
its various branches, with neat
ness accuracy and daspatch. Also, Glazing and Gild
•ig. Any business entrusted to him will receive
prompt attention, and be executed in a workmanlike
manner. 4-ay Bloomington, Nov. 20.
IRON & NAILS.
4
VERY large assortment of Iron, Nails ami
Spikes, directly from the manufacturer, very
low for cash. JOHN ZEIGZGR.
®ct 85. l_tf
MONONCAHELA WHISKEY.
^5 Monongahela Whiskey and 10 barrels
Old Rectified do. on hand and for sale by
**•1,1841. lOtf Hi MlfSGRAVE.
BARRELS of
Sack FI m*R°
WHISKEY, SO
RN
bushels
mEAL,
and
Feb. 19.-l7tiUSt
IOOO
lbs. of
rcmvod and {or
l'-v
S. *USGRAVE.
From the Albany (N. Y.) Cultivaior.
1811.
"Yes, tlie year is growing old,
And his eye is pale and bleared!
Death, with frosty hand and cold,
Plucks the old man by the lu«^
Sorely,—sorely!
The leaves arc falling, faiS»g»
Solemnly and slow
Caw caw! the rooks are calling,
It is a sound of wo,
A sound of wo!"
THE year Eighteen Hundred and Forty, with
its bustling scenes, with its hopes and fear?,
with its good and evil, has passed away Its
dead are numbered—its incidents are register
ed—its bearing for weal or woe on the desti
nies of our race is decided. It is now for ev
ery one—the christian, the philanthropist, as
well ns the business man, to "strike the bal
ance" of the departed year, and to ask nimseli
what is my relative position to that occupied
by me at the close of I83D? what have I
achieved 1 where have 1 erred 1 how shall I
add to the first—how retrieve the last]"
What has been achieved by the agricultur
ist What are the signs of promise?" So
far as the products of industry are concerned,
the balance" is in his favor. A beneficent
Providence is filled our garners to overflow
ing. Throughout all of our broad and diversi
fied country, extending over about twenty^five
degrees of latitude, scarcely a crop has failed,
except in small districts and to a limited ex
tent. But this does not answer all the ques
tion. Those products which afford aliment to
man, though the proximate object and reward
of industry, were not all that the agriculturist
of 1810 was called upon to labor for. There
was a higher and nobler field for him to plow,
to sow, and to reap, lie was called upon to
lend his efforts, to eontribute his mite, toward
the moral and social elevation of hit-calling.
The Roman, in the better days of his coun
try, knew something of the dignity ol labor,
but in the long darkness of Gothic night which
followed, war and the chase were the only
pursuits supposed to befit those of gentle
blood." In other words, butchery and rapine-,
during a portion of the time, and the pursuit ol
a hare or deer, with hounds nnd horns and
troops of menials, during the remainder, were
supposed to be the only occupations becoming
the high born and noble." The tiller of the
soil was a serf—a bondsman. The Feudal
Age, with its barbaric pomp, has pass away.
The plow has passed over the mouldering rei
ics el baronial pride. The cultivator of the soil
is no longer a beast of burthen, his occupa
tion has risen from a mere handicraft to a pro
fession calling for the exercise of talents and
the application of scientific principles bnt not
withstanding all this, he has not yet attained
to the true relative dignity 4fh's station among
his fellow men.
Among the privileged orders of the old world,
manual labor is still regarded as a degradation.
In our own country, though the feeling does
not prevail to the same extent, it is easy to dis
cover traces of the satue absurd and unmanly
prejudice. Ilow rarely do we witne-s an in
stance of a professional man or a merchant vol
untarily educating his children to honest toil
to become producers instead of consumers
And worse than this, the farmer himself, false
to the dignity of his calling, not unfrequently
exhibits an itching desire to save his children
from a life of labor This diminution of pro
ducers and increase of consumers, is one of the
marked causes of the disasters which have fal
len on our nation. In this mania to escape la
bor, every profession and every pursuit not re
quiring bodily toil, has been overstocked.
What is more common than to witness in some
of our smallest villages, which should scarce
ly support two lawyers, a score of attorneys,
rendered greedy by want, and obliged to pro
mote litigation, to obtain their bread! "Two
doctors riding on one horse," Iras passed into
a proverb. Hundreds of brokou young mer
chants. many of them the sor sot farmers, and
who started life with acapital, which, united
wi'h industry, would have made them prosper
ous and independent farmers, are now eating
the bitter bread of poverty. Polities too sup
ports its class of non-producers, and its ave
nues to preferment are choked with crowds of
eager votaries, four-fifths of whom must neces
sarily be disappointed and even the fortunate
few, at the first giration of the political wheel,
are cast upon the world—out of business—and
with habits acquired which would render busi
ness irksome, and connect the idea of manual
labor with that of intolerable degradation.
How many such men might exclaim in the
spirit of Woolsey—
Had I but served myself with half the zeal
I served my party, I should not, in mine age,
Have been left naked to mine enemies."
There is another numerous class of non-pro
ducers, not to I e omitted in this catalogue,—
the speculators—those lords of paper domains
—those rare architects, who, like the Genii of
Arabian tales, built up in a single night gor
geous cities in the distant wilderness—those
alchemists who beat them of old, for they dis
covered that wondrous elixir (found to cousin
of avarice and credulity in equal parts) which
transmuted every thing to gold—Bangor pine
trees, and Rocky Mountain city lots Hut
their gold,
Like to the apples on the Dead Sea's shore,
All ashes
to the taste,"—
has proved but a sorry counterfeit!
It is not my design to invoke prejudice
against the learned professions, or against any
honest calling. The merchant is a necessary
instrument of the farmer. He works for the
farmer and he receives his pay. He receives
his products or the avails of them—transports
them to distant markets, and brings him back
the products of other countries and dimes.
The lawyer is a necessary evil so long as vice
and perversity shall continne to exist in the
world. He is as necessary to repel the en
croachments of vicious and quarrelsome men,
as the dog and the rifle are to drive off the as
saults of noxious beasts and vermin. We can
not dispense with the leech until the ills that
flesh is heir to" have become extinct, before
that physical {perfectibility of the human
species," whose possibility is contended for by
Graham,! It is lobe feared, however,
BLOOMINGTON
a irn V IT /. S E It WE EKLV, BY THOMAS O E S. AT TORE U 4 i A A S E A ,V.Vr.B-JO
J.V U U S S E
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that the time of its accomplishment is yet far
distant! j,"
Though these and various other
non-producers
And yet it must be confessed with sorrrtfr
and shame, there are fanners and farmers' sons
who entertain such sentiments as these in re
lation to their own calling. The very name of
a profession dazzles their bewildered senses,
and commands their respect, as stars, ribands,
and other insignia of privileged rank receive
the homage of obsequious vas«a!s in the old
world. Who have the majority, consisting as
it always must, of the producers, ever delight
ed to honor? I)o they select the tried and
trusty of their own class—the men w hom they
know, ^nd in whose judgment they can con
fide In periods of great national danger,
such men will he callcd to the helm. Kvery
student of history is aware that a large major
ity of the warriors and statesmen of the revolu
tion were from the producing classes—were,
before they were called upon to relinquish the
implements of industry, laboring men. lint
look into the Legislature of this and other
States for the last fifty years, and what pro
portion of producers do we find? Is it con
tended that lawyers are the best qualified to
form laws Look at the cumbrous details of
chancery practice—the jarring systems of law
and equity,* (as if law and equity might with
propriety differ!)—the annual acts explanato
ry of other acts which were wrought up with
so much legal skill," that even their own
framers could not understand them the mul
titude of laws "which no man can number."
and which are constantly accumulating look
at these things and then tell us if it is necessa
ry to fill our Legislature with lawyers, because
of their presumptive knowledge in forming
laws? Is it contended that there is not suffi
cient talent to be found in the laboiing classes?
I answer in the eloquent language of Clian
ning:—" Real greatness has nothing to do
with a man's sphere. It does not lie in the
magnitude of his outward agency, in the ex
tent of the effect which he produces.
A man brought up to an obscure trade,
and hemmed in by the wants of a growing fam
ily, may, in his narrow sphere, perceive more
clearly, discriminate more keenly, weigh evi
dence more wisely, seize on the right, means
more decisively, and have more presence ol
mind in difficulty, than another who has accu
mulated vast stores of knowledge by laborious
study a'id he has more of intellectual great
ness. Many a man, who has gone hut u few
miles from home, understands human nature
better, detects motives and weighs character
more sagaciously than another who has travel
led over the known world, and made a name
by his reports of different countries.
I would not preach up a crusade against the
legal or any other profession. I would not
drag them down, but would raise the producer
up—raise him up in his own estimation. I
would sound a trumpet peal in his ear to arise
and hssert the dignity of his calling. Man
was formed to labor and to be useful. The
primal curse of labor was a blessing in dis
guise. There should he no drones in the great
hive of humanity. Labor ennobles its follow
ers. The farmer as he goes forth in (lis fields
to converse with natnie and nature's God, feels
his soul dilate and expand under the benign
intluences about him. The bright sun, he
refreshing breeze, the genial shower, are ail
blessings from a parent's hand. As he casts
his eye upon ths distant prospect, glittering in
the*aurorial light of spring, or fading into the
sober hues of autumn, his fee ings harmonize
with the outward agencies which surround him.
He stands as it were in the visible presence of
his Creator, and passion and schishness are
rebuked. There is no humm of exciting
crowds to drown the small still voice of rea
son and conscience. He stands erect in the
conscious dignity of a man honest toil hath
given him the nerves and physical vigor of a
man reason, reflection, conscience, ami broth
erly love hath expanded his soul to the dimen
sions of that of a inan.
The true fanner is a philanthropist. He la
bors, not only to provide for his own wants,
and wants of his family, hut he is urgod by a
eonitant desire to leave the world better and
more beautiful than he found it to add to the
stock of human comforts, and render them ac
cessible to the poor and the lowly. Does that
strong love of rural life, which characterizes
some of the most elevated men cf our time,
spring from the pleasure experienced in the
mere act of plowing or reaping fields, or the
rearing of bullocks and swine or because they
Many of the States, have to a great extent, and
others almost entirely, done away with this practical
absurdity, as it cannot but he regarded, notwithstand
ing the ingenious and extremely p'ausihlc arguments
which every well rend lawyer can offer in its sup
port. In some of the States, as New York, Virgin
ia, South Carolina, and Michigan, the court of chan
cery is a distinct tribunal, and in others,
as Connect
icut, New Jersey, Maryland, &c., courts of law pos
sess ample equity jurisdiction. The contrary is the
case in Massachusetts, Pennsylvania, Maine, Rhode
Island, &c. Louisiana has, on the oih^r hand,
adop
ted a simple, concise, and uniform code, based on
the Civil Law. The increasing intelligence of the
times musl soon demand a smular reibrui iu the oth
er State?.
For instance, the Non-Impisonment Act,writ
ten by one of our most eminent and able jurists, was
supposed to be so obscure in its provisions, as to re
quire an explanatory commentary from the original
drafter of the bill. The commentary was according
ly written—butlo! its correctness as an explana
tion of the true meaning and intent of the law, is de
nied by a great [Mirtiori of the profession, and has
been repeatedly decided against bv the Supreme
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BLOOMINGTON, I. T., FRIDAY, MARCH 19, 1841.
ses of
are to be tolerated, nay fleet­
ed, where they work worthily in their voea
^on—though they are to be placed on a ^-cial
equality with any other class of citizens, I ask
are they to he looked up to as a superior or
privileged caste, by the producers? Shame
on the thought! Doeg any farmer think lie is
placing his children in a higher rank," ma
king gentlemen" of thorn, by making them
lawyers, doctors, or merchants 1 Shame on
his abject soul Does any young son of the
soil court and repine after that patent of gentil
ity which is conferred by the tailor, the jew
eller, and the boot-maker, on the sens of idle
ness1? Away with such a serf in spirit! let
him begone to his idols I i
deem those avocations the easiest method, in
popular parlance, of "getting a living?" Are
STIY'I the inducements which have led educa
te1 and intelligent men to abandon professions
which are the almost exclusive avenues to
honor and distinction, for the rustic avocations
of the farm? I answer indignantly, no They
have preferred usefulness to fame. To make
two blades of grass, or two spears of grain
grow where but one grew before, has been pro
nounced an achievment beyond that of con
querors—and so it is. The warrior desolates
the earth and fills it with wo, the agriculturist
whose object it is to improve and. advance his
calling, increases its fertility, and thus multi
plies the sources of comfort and subsistence to
his fellow men. He clothes the needy, and
gives bread to the hungry, by rendering these
things abuodant and accessible. Every man
who fertilizes one barren spot of earth, who
reclaims one unwholesome swamp, or who
discovers one improved process for cultivating
the earth or increasing its products, has render
ed a direct, tangible, and important benefit to
his fellow men. He has not lived in vain, for
he has rendered himself useful. He is a phi
lanthropist.
Lord Townsend, who received the appella
tion of Turnep Townsend from the wiis of a
licentious Court, for having introduced the cul
ture of that useful vegetable into England, has
conferred a more lasting benefit on iiis coun
try than all the popinjays who have spread
their butterfly wings iu the sunshine of a urt,
frcm the days of William the Conqueror to
those of Queen Victoria. Was it Doctor John
son who remarked of some one sneeringly,
that his conversation savored of bullocks?
Yet the world would have been better off with
out a Johnson, than without a Colling or a
Hakewell Every generation produces its
literary great, but not every generation or eve
ry age produces men capable of originating
great and signal improvements in those impor
tant departments of human industry which give
subsistence to millions. Why should the
breeder be sneered at Is not the artist ad
mired and caressed And what is the bree
der but an artist in the great studio of nature?
The one chisels the shapeless marble into
forms of beauty the other moulds flesh and
blood, and gives beauty and value to the un
sightly and worthless. Is the latter pursuit
th'Mi unworthy of a gentleman and man of taste
Is he who strives to beautify and adorn this
fair world, instead of a gallery or a palace—
he who labors to restore animated nature to
her forms of primal beauty,engaged in a vulgar
or tasteless pursuit? It strikes nu on the
contrary that no occupation is more congen'ul
to a pure and elevated taste. No man more
than the agriculturist has constantly presented
before him images of inward and outward beau
ty. Books and the treasures of art are as ac
cessible to him as to others
Nature
Cortlandville, N. Y., Dec. 1810.
and his
fellow man w ear for him their loveliest aspect.
The merchant is brought constantly in collis
ion with venality and avarice the politician
with selfishness and ambition, and both learn
to disesteein their fellow men. The physi
cian spends his life amid ulcerous sores, the
pangs and the meanings of decaying humanity,
and nature must ever wear to him the sspect
of a great charnel house. The lawyer is called
upon to probe the yet darker ulcers of the soul.
His eye constantly rests upon guilt, and his
ear must drink in its polluted tale. Envy,
malice, hate, avarice, and all tiie blacker pas
sions, assuming more specious names, claim
him as their champion. If he resist, as some
have nobly resisted, he must yet meet and com
bat them he must live in their polluted at
mosphere he must leel that he lives on and
out of the contention of his fellow men. Tne
occupation of the agriculturist does not of itself
necessarily bring him in contact, or but slight
v, with man's mor.il or physical infirmities.
The world is not to him a great whited sep
ulchre.'' Its sunny smile is not a mask hiding
the features of vice and wo. A demon scowls
not forth on him from beneath every llower that
throws beauty and perfume over the path ot
lile. He rejoices tnat he is a man—he feels
a fraternal love for the great brotherhood of
man.
Aud shall the agriculturist "look up" to men
who, if not his inferiors, are in no respect his
superiors Shall his sens flee away into oth
er occupations that they may be gentlemen
A better day, 1 trust, is dawning. The time
will soon come, if it has not now come, when
no talents however great, and no education
however finished, will be supposed to be
thrown away" when devoted to ihe improve
ment of agriculture. Let our agriculturists
assert the dignity of their calling, aud who
dare gainsay it They are, and ever must be,
the most numerous and powerful caste in this
great Republic. They can make that power
felt whenever an occasion demands it. And
has every one who reads this, contributed his
individual efforts during the past year,to assert
that dignity—to effect the moral and social
elevation of tits calling If not, the balance'
of Is 10 is agaiust him Let 1841 retrieve"
the error." H. S. R.
POWER or MEMORY.—John Van Muller, a
native of Switzerland, and author of a history
of his native country, and a poslhumus work
on universal history, was a man ot uncommon
powers of memory. He possessed, says Mad.
de Stael, a mass of erudition altogether unpar
alleled his acquirements cf this kind actually
inspired awe in those who witnessed their dis
play. It is difficult to conceive how the head
of man could contain a whole world ol occur
rences and dates. The s.x thousand years of
authentic history were perfectly arranged in
his memory and his studies had been so accu
rate, that his impressions remained as vivid as
though lie had been a living witness of the
events. Switzerland does not contain a village
or noble family whose history was not perfect
ly familiar to him. On one occasion he was
requested, in order todecide a wager, to repeat
the pedigree of the Sovereign counts of Hugey
he performed the task immediately, but was
not quite certain whether one individual of the
series had been a Regent or a Sovereign in his
own right, and he seriously reproached himself
for this defect of memory.
The Legislature of Alabama has passed a bill OS*
fcipg congressmen elective by general ticket.
I AM YOUR PRISONER.
Lady I bow before thee
A captive to thy will,
A spell of thine is o'er me,
Bnt joy is with me still.
I yield me, not to beauty,
Though thou, indeed art fiar
I yield me, not to lightness,
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Though thou art light as air.
I yield me, not to wisdom,
Thou wisest of thy kind,
But, rescue, or no rescue,
To thy purity of mind. 7.9. X.
(£j- The following notice of the Birth of the
Princess, is from the Sun-Beam, a new paper just
commenced at Hartford, Conn. If it mtiy be taken
as a fair specimen of the editor's powers, he will
soon attain a rank among the best American writers
There is beauty and sentiment in every line of it.
"And they wrapt'Adelaide Victoria Louisa*
in silken folds. The infant Jesus was wrap
ped in swaddling clothes. They laid the heir
to the throne of a petty island—(seagirt, filled
with perishing millions from one extremity to
the other,)—'under a canopy of costly state.'
Tne Saviour of the world, 'King of kings and
Lord of lords,' was laid in a manger! Ye
crowned heads, heirs apparent and presump
tive to temporal crowns—ye that wear on your
breasts the glittering star—expectants to hoard
ed treasures wrung from the hard hands of the
dusty artizans, and tithe paying tillers of the
soil—how, at the last great day, when the sun
shall be turned into darkness and the moon to
blood, will ye not stand abashed and consci
ence-stricken before the God of the Universe,
whose chosen people ye have trampled in the
dust! Swift roll the years, wheeling wild and
vengeful on their cloud ^irt pathway through
the regions of time, and hasten the day when
the earth shall be swept of tyranny and op
pression.
They laid the infant Princess, heir to a
temporal crown, in a Royal Cot, hung round
with gorgeous tapestry that formed the canopy
of the crib, and sparkling with rich lustre fro/n
the gilt plumes that flashed on the 'beautiful
nursery appendage." Crowds of courtiers fill
ed the Palace. Ladies cf the bed chamber
vied with each other in officious zeal to fan the
breath of life. The Archbishop, in his robes
that scarcely covered his portly and well fed
body,
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with good capon lined,' poured forth
his husky prayer for the safe deliverance.
Think of the lowly fishermen who followed
the Messiah !—think of St. John in the wilder
ness And do you call the high dignitary of
Canterbury, fed on turtle soup, and preserved
in Charlcari^er Queen Victoria llocfc, the repre
sentative of the simplicity that was in the poor
apostles? Do you call that piece of bloated
mortality an ambassador of the Most High?
(rod forbid
The same hour that gave birth to a prin
cess, migh have also given birth to some poor
child of wretched parents, in an obscure abode
written all over with the marks of wild despair.
Very probable. In a dark lane, one of the val
lies of death, running through the gieat me
tropolis of England,a miserable woman, whose
'sair worn penny fee" had that hour been given
for the last crust of bread her feeble strength
would enable her to obtain—left to the tender
mercies of a rude world—shivering over a few
dying coals that scarce sent out heat enough
to warm her benumbed fingers—without home
—without friends—without nurse or physician
—with no soothing cordials, and sweetassua
oinT sympathy to pour into her bosom in the
fearlu I hour of a mother's travail!—such an
one, thus miserable beyond compare,' gave
birth also to a child, and died !—And the lit
tle one perished on the mother's bosom! But
the soul of the little sfferer for a moment, has
got the start of the idol of a beef fed nation,
and now sleeps iu Abraham's bosom
JPulpit Eloquence.
In the May number of the Knickerbocker,
the folowing specimen of pulpit eloquence, is
o-iven from a sermon delivered not many months
since, by the Rev. J. N. Maffit.
He commenced with the text—141havebeen
young, and now I am eld yet I have never
seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed beg
ging bread." In his pictures of youth and
age, and of the sole consolation," the one thing
needful," which could sustain both, he broke
forth in the following sublime emblem
My friends, as 1 look down from this ad
vantageous eminence, upon the different mor
tal sages that appear before me, upon cheeks
painted with the rosy blossoms of childhood,
and lips redolent with the fragrance of spring,
when I contrast them with the corrugated lin
eaments and snow-sprinkled temples of age,
my mind labors with a fearful comparison. I
contrast the full veins and fair-moulded fea
tures of childhood, with the thin and shriveled
aspect of declining years and I liken them all
to the scenes which we meet with, on the broad
ocean of existence. In our better days, we
leave the land of pleasant youth in a fairy
bark the sunshine laughs on the pennon, and
trembles on the sail the sweet winds refresh
our nostrils from the flowery shore, the blue
vistas delight our eyes, the waves dance in
brightness beneath our keel the sky smiles
above us, the sea around us, and the land be
hind us, as it recedes and before, a track of
golden brightness seems to herald our way.
Time wears on, and the shore fades to the
view. The bark and its inmates are alone
upon the ocean. The sky becomes clouded,
the invisible winds sweep with a hollow mur
mur along the deep, the sun sinks like a mass
of blood over the waters, which rise and turn
ble in mad confusion through a wide radius of
storm the clouds, like gloomy curtains, are
lifiino from afar. The sails are rent broken
corda'ge streams and whistles to the tempest
the waves like molten mountains upon the half
submerged and shuddering deck masts are
rent to splinters, the seaman is washed from
the wheel. Cries of terror and anguish min
gle with the remorseless dash of billows, and
the howling thunder and storm. The founder
ed boat sinks as she plunges, the deck is brea
king. God of mercy Who shall appear for
the rescue Where fold the arms that are
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mighty to save? Men and brethren, aid is
near at hand. Through the rifts of the tem
pest, beaming over the tumultuous waters,
moves a pavilion of golden light. The mid
night is waning gushes of radiance sparkle
the foam a towering form smiles on the eyes
of the despairing voyagers, encircled with a
halo of glory, it is the savior of m*n it is
the ark of the covenant! It moves onward
the wates rush back on either hand, and over
a track of calm expanse the ark is borne. Who
Steps from its sides and walks over the deep,
as upon land It is the great Captain of our
salvation the Mighty to save! He rescues
the drowning from death, the hopeless from
gloom. He stills the fury of the tempest and
for the spirit of moaning, he gives the song
of rejoicing, and the garments of praise. The
ark of the Covenant! roll this way We are
sinking in the deep waters, and there is none
to deliver! Let the prayer be offered, and it
will save us all."
THE LAST BELL.
It was a beautiful morning in the month of
May 1825. I was sitting by the side of Hel
en Harris, the only girl I ever loved, and, I
believe the only girl that ever loved me—any
how, she was the only one that ever told me so.
We were sitting in the piazza of her father's
house, about a quarter of a mile from the land
ing place, waiting for the bell of the steamboat
to warn me of the moment that was to part
my love and rne." It came to pass, in the
course of my history, that, in order to accumu
late a little of this world's gear, that I might
be better prepared to encounter the demands of
matrimony, I was destined to cross the blue
Chesapeake, and seek, in the metropolitan city,
the wherewithal so much desired. How ma
ny swains have been compelled, like me, to
leave home, and the girl tbej loved, in search
of gold and how irany have been disappoint
ed But to the piazza
Well, we were silting in the piazza, and
talking of our love, seperation, &c.' We were
wailing for the unwelcome sound of the steam
boat bell, and you may rely on it, we talked
fast, and abbreviated our words ir.to such rug
ged sentences that no body but ourselves could
understand them. The first bell rung, and I
sprung to my feet, and trembled !ike an aspen.
Oh, George, wait till the last bell rings,'*
said Helen, as the big b.ight tears came over
her soft blue eyes.': '6o 110 such thing," an
swered the hoar£3 voica of Mr. Harris, as he
arose like a spectre fVcri the cellar, where he
had been packing away his cider.
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George,
never wait for the last bell." I was off like a
deer, and I arrived at tb- steamboat merely in
time to go on board be/bre she was pushed off
from the wharf.
My career in search ot pelf has in a degree
been successful, but 1 b^lie-s had not the old
farmer told me
"never la vraitfor the last bell,"
that I now should Itave bee? as poor as the
morning that farewell shirered from my lips
upon the heart of my ioveiy Fielei:. Any per
son who has lived at a hotel even for a single
day, knows the danger of waiting for the last
bell. I did it once and lost ny dinner. The
first stroke of the dinner bell 3?nce then has al
ways found me ut the table.—For sir months
I was a clerk, and my never waiting for the
last bell secured for we the affections of my
employer, who offered me a partnership, which
I accepted, and in every instance when the
bell rung, I was ready.
I had almost forgotten to teU you, that Hel
en Harris was my wife, and she will never
repent the morning 1 took her father at his
word, and ran over the feld to get to the boat
in time. When I arrived at Baltimore, I call
ed on some gentlemen to whom I had introduc
tory letters, and they recommended me for a
situation one was soon offered, which had
been refused by four young men who were
waiting for the last bell, and which I accepted
—it was the making of inc. Haste for the first
bell accept the first offer, and keep it till you
get a better. Life is short, and he who puts it off
until the last bell, will, as Farmer Harris pre
dicts, "come out ^t the little end of the horn."
Youug ladies I have a word for you. In
the street 1 live, there is a lady who has been
seven years in choosing a partner for life. She
has had several Kspefctabte offers, but she was
waiting for the "last bell," and she is now
likely to remain to the last a belle, for she is
turned of thirty, and it is more than probable
she must bide her blessedness forever. Now
I beseech all of you who may read this sketch,
whenever you may feel a disposition to post
pone any thing which should be done now, to
remember the words of Farmer Harris," Nev
er wait for the last bell."
A TOUCH OF THE SUBLIME.—1 rise, Mr.
President, to argue the case of the rich man
and the poor man, and I believe that before I
shall have concluded, you will allow that it
admits of no argument. The rich man, Mr.,
President, declines his emaciated form on a
mahogany sofa, cut down, hewn out, carved
and manufactured from thej^ll cedars of Leb
anon, which grow upon tfc§ lofty and cloud
clap summit summits of &&osjU>hat. Then,
Mr. President, he lifts to his cagaycrous lips,
the golden china cup, manufafet^p,as is wel
known, Mr. President, in Chili, Fj^P»Sud oth
er unknown and uninhabitable ptjifaf the nni
verse. While on the other han^^gr. Pfesi
dent, the poor man declines his expectations
in a cottage, from which he retires to the shade
of some umbrageous stream, there to contem
plate the incomprehensibility of the vast con
stellation and other fixed and immovable sat
ellites thai devolve around the celestial axle
tree of this terraqueous firmament on high.
Then, Mr. President, after calling around his
little children, he teaches them to perspire to
scenes of immortality beyond the grave.
There never was a wiser maxim than that
of Franklin—* Nothing is cheap which we do
not want.' Yet bow perfectly insane many
people are on the subject of buying cheapt
thincrs.
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Do tell me what yon have bought
that
"cast-off door plate for?' asked the hus
band of one of these notable bargainers.-—
Bear me,' replied the wife,4 you know it is
always my plan to lay up things against timer
of need who knows but you may die, and I
may marry a man with the same name as thai
on the door plate,'

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