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The whole art of Government consists in the art of being honest. Jefferson. VOL. 2. PRINTED AND PUBLISHED BY THEODORE SCKOCK. tfht? T-n ilnllars ter annum m advance Two dollars ind a , nuarle? tolf SSJ-Md if not paid before the end of fkfWS S half. Those who receive their papers by a carrier or stage drivers employed by the proprie tor will be chareed 37 1-2 cts. per year, extra. papers disconUmuntil all arrearages are paid, except AdvertLsements not exceeding one square (sixteen lines) wfllbe inserted three weeksfor one dollar . twenty-five cents for cverv Subsequent insertion ; larger ones in proportion. A hberaldifconut will be made to yearly advcrtiseis. ro HI letters addressed to the Editor must be post pprc. POETRY. T a IiOrely !irl. Tnoo art not beautiful, yet thy young face Makes -up in sweetness what it needs in grace; Thou art not beautiful, yet thy blue eyes Steal o'er the heart like sunshine o'er the skies Theirs is the mild and intellectual ray, That to the inmost spirit wins its way: Theirs are the beams that full upon you roll, Surprising all the senses and ihe soul; For oh! when pure as Heaven's sercnest skies, Thy timid soul sits pleading in thine eyes, The humid beams that 'neath thine eyelids steal, Can softly teach the coldest heart to feel For Heaven, that gives to thee each mental grace, Hath stamped the angel on thy sweet young face. Oh! while the pearl of peace securely dwells Deep in thy tender heart's ambrosial celis, While Virtue sheds around thy virgin name A light more lovely than the light of fame, Thy sweet simplicity, thy graceful ease Shall please even more than Beauty e'er can please; Thy heart of softness and thy soul refined Shall charm and win the most fastidious mind; And, as for me, where'er my footsteps wend; My heart, brim full of thee, my happy friend! Shall pine, when musing on thy swset young face Thine airy footstep, and thy breezy grace, To lay a soft hand mid thy trembling curls, And bless thee as the loveliest of girls. Louisville Journal. Amelia. A Bee Story. AX INCIDENT OF THE REVOLUTION. There is perhaps in the countless variety of "Humorous Tales" which our weekly Journals furnish, none whose circumstances, and scene of action, can gire to the American reader that satisfaction and acceptance as those which transpired during the Revolutionary war. Let them be upon what subject they may, they ever carry with them that idea of heroic perseverance bold and intrepid daring of the old patriots, which will ever awaken the most agreable reflections and honest pride in the ;breast of every American. Made up as the American army was, in great part ofinexperienced soldier men who had, per haps, but'a few months before, Jeft their homes -at Liberty's call; it was a natural consequencej 4hat though all were fired with patriotic motiveSj anions them were to be found men of all char acier, all temperaments, and dispositions. In the army whose long standing and organ ization has made its every member a soldier by profession than of necessity, both officers and privates become habituated to the camp re straint, which is ever essential to the preserva tion of that good order and quiet demeanor, on ly to be found in the well disciplined soldier. And though in the republican army every of fence of importance received its just punish ment; yet when Gen. Washington considered the inexperienced state of the militia, he wise ly judged that it would be bad policy to confine them down to all points of the iron discipline, and almost useless restrictions, which at that period characterized the British army. The humorous incident following, is one of the many practical jokes related by an old rel id. whose honorable scars bore testimony of the active nart he took in those trying times: In a portion of the New Hafirpshire militia was a character wnosc reauarainay' pernaps as well be covered wiihi5-Bob Teal as any other. He was extremely young, being in the minor bonds of eighteen years a mere stripling, yet with a strong robust frame, and withal as good a soldier as the Granite detachment could com mand. He had a round good-natured face, a sharp intelligent eye, a well balanced mind, ,-jgsd last of all :hal indispensable qualification Ior good soldier an invincible courage. And iliouofc an humble private, he was universally respited for his daring a.d admired and be loved -for Uis wit and good nature. With his corps and more intimate companions he was a general favorite: could bins the best yyog; tell the best story, aitd crack the dryest joke of any initio camp. j&verv jjarwneso uuv"- romirry which was invented by his fua-Jvif' .i to. .... i i , a, -want art.- ii companions was sur to find him either &heci- ly or indirectly .connected -ith it. i It was at ihe time ot the march or te Airwr- lean army from Hacrlem to the Whitft fhim, that it was found impossible for all the camp equipage to be transported by ihe. baggage wag ons; a portion of the ligher articles wero lher-3-frre from necessity carried by hand carts. In thjs portion of moving, it tellto the lot of Teal STRO UDSBTJRG. MONROE COUNTY, PA., WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 27, 184L iWunvjiTriv iiiMj' i ii i ii ii iiimrmi"J '" ""i i ' ri i among others to assist. Tho business part of decamping being over, the army took, up its line of march. Robert with a waggish cart companion, had proceeded but a few miles, when a shrewd, suspicious looking fellow la boring with a hive of bees under each arm, ap peared by the side of the soldiers. He was evidently much fatigued withhis heavy burden, and after supporting it some way with great labor, presented it with the appearance of much generosity, to the thankful hand cartincn, who solacing themselves with the anticipation of a rich treat loaded the donor with many compli ments and thanks They had not however, enjoyed their newly acquired property but a few hours, when an old character, of a sordid; though wealthy reputa tion, and withal a rank tory, came riding furi ously after the army, as he said for the detec tion of thieves, and seeing the .hires, claimed them as his property, being stolen the preced ing night charging also Robert and his com panion with the theft. It was promptly and stoutly denied by the harmless couple; and though the soldiers corroborated the fact that they were presented by a stranger, the exas perated horseman would hear no vindicating statements, but declared that they were all a set of 'infernal rag-a-muffiins,' who would tell one falsehood to substantiate another- and was about to leave the field with a volly of oaths and imprecations upon the wronged and indig nant soldiers, who if the restrictions of discipline had not confined them to their ranks, would have resented the insult in the manner it de served. Robert cooly listened to the old fol low's abuse and thought he might spare him a few of his bees, without robbing himself, and as he had acquired the difficult art of handlingthem, he prepared to use the little scorpions to a good purpose. Being employed at the cart, he took advantage of the liberty thus allowed, and while the soldiers engaged the attention of the en raged bee-owner, by cutting sarcasms upon his person, thus adding fuel to his wrath. Bob filled his capacious fists with the tenants of the hives, and stepping from the main body of the army accosted the wrathful tory; 'Do you charge us with stealing your bees?' 'Yes! you infernal thievish heap of impu dence.' 'But, sir,' said Teal, with a fearless and ro guish accent, which made the old threat'ner foam with rage 'I assure you, you are mistaken and even if your conjecture were correct, it would have been better had )Tou not let out the vials of 3'our wrath until you were more cer tain of the thief.' 'You consummate scoundrel! you base, horn lump of impertinence! how dare you use such language to one of his Majesty's Collectors?' 'We care not,' said Bob, adtancing nearer the horse, 'whether you are one of his Majes ty's Collectors, or his boot-black; royal favor has little to do with us.' 'But you will find what my influence is,' mut tered the Collector through his teeth 'for to morrow morning, scoundrel, prepare to be court martialled;' and he stuck his spurs into the side of his long-tailed Andalusian, to gallop with his complaint to head-quarters. 'Stop a moment!' cried Bob. 'What! you dog,' said the tory, reining in his Rosinante, gleaming with rage. 'Let us have the bee trouble setiled,' said Dob, on the, spot you will say we stole your hive of bees'' and he drew nearer to the steed of the maddened royalist collector. 'Yes! I persist in my charge, I still say you stole m-m-my o-bees.' 'Well sir, then take them back again,' said Bob, and he adroitly lodged the contents of his palms under the fly-switch of the sensitive an imal, who feeling the outrage, curled that ne ther ornament down after the fashion of a frigh tened dog, which pressing the honey insects, they instinctively plied their darts with such alacrity that the tortured animal reared, and plunged with such madness as nearly to de throne the old tory. 'Woe'a! woe'a!' he ejaculated tremuously, in the utmost horror at his situation ho! ho! catch at a t 4 tL tins horse s head whoo! wnoo! sir, wnoo! A burst of bugbluJismiAkp.jQtighled sol i . .i i ajery was tne oiny answer. ed cut 'Ho! ho! shouted he, as his mad ste his antics about the plain, while he, bouncing in his saddle cut such a ludicrous figure, that peal after peal of laughter from the merry sol diers, answered his repeated calls for help. The desperate animal, goaded to madness by the- merciless stingers in his rear, snapped tho curb by which he had hitherto been re strained, started like lightning over the plain; while be, bouncing and jolting in his saddle, sn!TPO ni inet inn lit ins uiiims. -iikiij: iieiu: v - r- catch this horse!' amiu the deafmng applauses If WJ-C (UKUUi;, UIJUl IIM HUM IliO DIUW) lit Mini iheadfong course, appeared but' a speck on the KtHifvw. The old collector was nev$r hoard of nfur- wartfs. Bob not only gained grroit credit for this exploit, but saved the rest oi his bees, and hu honey, which Jast if jhe, soldiers were com petent judges, proved ihttt evening auhe camp table to be super-exedknt. ' i j n i From the New Orleans Picayune. Power's Faciei. We yesterday visited litis last resting .place of the friendless the home of the stranger this repository of the unknown dead! Ah! there is to be seon a sight which would bring tears into the eyes of the most stoical philoso pher a sight which would summon up thoughts of a hereafter in the mind of the most heartless scoffer of virtue and religion! There are to be seen hundreds of new-made graves, with the earth fresh and negligently thrown over them looking as. if they who slept the sleep that nev er waketh, underneath, had been but just in urned. Then there are to be seen the rows of newly dug graves, ready to receive the first customer the sexton, like a cunning trades man, showing himself an adept in the business, by having excavations open tu accommodate all sizes. But we were struck on perceiving that those distinctions which pervade society in this coun try, notwithstanding our boasted republicanism, is even observed in Potter's Field.- The differ ence or distinction to which we allude is this: the man for whom burial fees are paid by his friends, no matter how vicious may have been his course of life, or how dissolute his habits, is buried in a grave separaie and apart from all others. With the unfortunate unknown who died in the hospital, or is sent there by the cor poration, it is dilferent; for all such a large dike is dug, capable of containing two coffins abreast, and into that the American freeman, because he has fallen the victim of misfortune's poisoned darts, is huddled in common with the most ab ject negro slave! Well, indeed, may the scol- ler at our institutions pronounce that truly A merican axiom- "all men are born free and equal" a humbug. But our purpose is not to write an essay on these artificial distinctions which the greatest sticklers for democracy often uphold, but to speak of Potter's Field as it is. Of all those buried in the dikes, of course, nothing is known, and there they lie, covered with the clay of for getfulness. With those interred by their friends, and for whom the burial fees have been paid, it is different. At the head of almost every corpse is a small, rudely constructed pine cross, On this is inscribed, with a perfect indifference of the rules of orthography, some memento of a living friend the epitaph, in most cases, being the name alone of the deceased individual. In some instances, however affection runs riot, and virtues are ascribed to the deceased of which the most rigidly righteous might well bo proud. We saw two things while in the Potter's Field yesterday, which mace more than a mo mentary impression on our mind. One told of the uncertain tenure by which we hold life the other bespoke pure and unalloyed affection. The first is a white painted board at the head of a grave, on which was inscribed, in black letters, an epitaph in this wise: "Sacred to the memory of John Dunn, a na tive of Edenderry, Kings county, Ireland, who departed this life , aged . Erected by his affectionate brother, Patrick Dunn." " Why is that grave so high? said we, to the polite sexton, who went with us through the grave yard. " Because," he said, "there are two brothers buried there, one over the other; it was done at the request of him who died last, and by or der of the Mayor who so far gratified his dying wish." The denouement of the slory briefly is, the ietters were not well dry which told of John's death and grave, before Patrick himself gave him the fraternal etnbrace in death, and shared the same grave with him! The second incident lo which we have allu ded is this. While looking over the coarsely covered graves, there was one which we stood to admire. It was nicely smooihed over, and covered with green tnrf, which was already be ginning to grow on it. While there, a woman, young, but dressed in a coarse mourning suit, which told she was a widow, came up. We saw sorrow in her eye, yet could not but ad mire the mechanical manner in which she pv'IITeed her affection for, and paid reverence to, the dead. i. She dropped an evergreen, which -sift car- n MCr s'e ant 'browing herself over the JgrveMhhysbaju', fgr:.such the iJeceaded apf- peared to he, she "wi-in the fullness ot her heart, and most bitterly. There was as'pccics' of poetry, mixed whir poignant sorrow in her language, as she spoke of the merits of hoc dear deceased pari tier, and of the forlorn snd isolated position which she now occupied in the world After a copious shower of tears thus shed over his grave, she puiled her beady from her bosom, and told we know not how iuuy paters and aves for the repose of his soul. This done, she planted the evergreen at his head, and left Poller's Field as she entered it the emblem of Unsophisticated sorrow and pTire conjugal affec tion. Descending from mind to iiiatier we could observe that, the Hyy-pr x'Sti property has or dtred that the graves be all eovcred Jwith lime, ii is dnr, and this prevents any unpleasant i-X fluvia which would otherwise ariso from the numerous intcrmenta. . ! October. ! The following beautiful description of the month of October, we cut from an exchange pa per some lime since, and have no recollection to which of them the credit belongs: October has come, the sweetest; saddest month of all the year. Its sunsets and its gor geous forests, how beautiful and brief as beau tiful their gorgeous dyes. There is a pensive beauty in October days; autumn is now clothed in her loveliest drape ry; the forest leaves are not yet dry and crisp; nature has not yet put on her frigid aspect, but the sighing of the breeze and the falling leaf, is nature's knell for her autumn glories; soon all these beautiful things will have lost their beau ty, all these bright things their brightness. These changeful, though lovely scenery, lend a touching interest to autumn days. Go into the deep thick wood; listen to the hushed, deep murmur of the evening breeze, as it genii1, un dulates the glorious and richly colored foilage; look aWay into yonder vault of heaven, in this sunset hour; how the resplendent hues of topaz, and amethyst and gold, beautifully blend in each other, and stream in living light across the ether sky. It is the very gate of heaven and that lone star, seems a beacon light, hung out from his golden portals, to guide us, erring wanderers home. We can also hear their blest voices, as they mingle around the throne of the Most High. Whose soul will not kin die within him, and whose spirit will not thrill with ecstacy on contemplating scenes like these? Who does not feel that he is holding converse with pure beings, that he is "Just on the boundary of the spirit land. Close to the realm where angels have their birth!" How eloquent is nature who is not purer and better when he listens to her voice? How impressively does God speak to us, at this sweet, sad season. How he lets his goodness and his glory pass before us. He makes all nature beautiful, and gives us faculties to en joy its beauties. Sweet flowers, ye too, in your ever varying hues and delicious odors, whisper the name of your Creator. Ye wear the richest dyes, and send forth the sweetest fragrance, as ye are about to fade and dye. Apt emblems of life. The autumn of our days is coming, but if we are ready, like the glorious forests and beauti ful flowers, we may wrap our garments around us, and wait in holy peace, till we are called to bloom in "beauty immortal," in the gardens of God. "2 caca't spare Time." The four words with which we head this ar ticle, in .the effects which the)' have produced, have been the cause of a great deal of mischief and have kept many from embarking manfully in tho work of storing intellectual measures. When a young man is urged to commence the work of study, he turns and lets fall the four simple words, " canH spare time" and thinks he has given a sufficient excuse from further attention on the subject. There are many mechanics, too, who instead ! of doing their part towards the cultivation of iheir own minds, and throwing their influence and talent into the general stock for tho im provement of an association, satisfy themselves with the observation, and perhaps really think 'they ecrit spare time! The excuse is a very handy one, and has passed current too long, for in a majority of cases there is neither sense nor truth in it. In the iirst place it need not oc cupy a great portion of time for by proper man agement, a large share of invaluable informa tion may be obtained in a short lime; of this any man may be convinced by trying the exper iment. There is time enough lost and wasted in the pursuit of what men call pleasure, which if properly appropriated, would place them in a high state of cultivation. Time can be found to ride and dance, and sing time can be found to lounge and talk nonsense; but, alas! how many think 'they can't spare time' to attend to the no blest and best part of their natuie; that which alone elevates and causes them to feel tho "di vinity within." Sleeping in Church. It is a maUer of record that, about one hundred yearsago, ah "Indian was, earned by a discreet burgessto. witness life servie'e bfnlle sanctuary on the Lord's day. When these services were ended, the citizen, on their way homewards, in order to impress upon his tawny friend the superiority of Chris tianity over heathenism, entered into a detail of tho money appropriated by the congregation of which he was a member, lor tho support of pub lic worship, the erection of the house, the sala ry of tho minister, &c. To all this the son of the forest, who had observed the drowsy dispo sltion which pervaded the assembly, replied. " Umph! Indian sleep just as sound under a tree, and not pay anything." Mcr. Journal. Convalescent. "Your heel must bo some what better, I think," said a gentleman to n buxom lass who had a hole in the heel of her stocking. "Why so?" she asked. "Because, Miss," replied the gentleman, "I perceive it is getting out." N6i4 "xnrnSTOEJBpewncn From the United States Gazette. ' , Mr. Chandler Dear Sir: I was upward.? of twenty years much afflicted with the rheu- matism, particularly in the winter .season. At nights the pain was so great as to deprive me (if the necessary rest. Nearly all my joini were affected. I tried everv remedv I could hear of, but found no relief. A few years since, a Jerseyman gave me the annexed receipt. . I have used it every winter since, say, two or7 three times only, and have not Inst, since I first used it, an hours rest from rheumatics. I hav.e" given it to hundreds, and as far as heard Tr.oin, it has relieved them all. Recipe. One gill of Gympson seed, (riiivr ripening, can be found in great plehty around' the city) put in a pint bottle, fill the bottle with the shavings of a rich turpentine yellow pitttf board or knot, then fill up with strong alcohoL In three days, the turpentine, and the virtue" from the Gympson seed will be extracted by the alcohol, turning the liquid of a greenish col or. It is then fit for use. Bathe the part af fected with this preparation a few times, ai'id it will take away ail pain. I consider it so effectual a remedv, having received so much benefit from its use, thai i consider it a duty to make it public. Respect fully yours, A SUBSCRIBER A Kepro Soy in ihe West Jiadies; Thc negro boys there are the most cunning imps I have ever had to do with. I recollect on my last voyage to Jamaica, while my vessel was lying in St. Anne's Bay, I had to go to Port Maria to look for some cargo; and on my way thither, near Ora Cabeca, 1 came to one of the numerous small rivers that empty them selves into the little bays along the coast L think it was the Salt Gut. When at some dis tance, I had observed a negro boy belaboring a mule most heartily; but before I got up he had left off his thumping and dismounted, and now appeared in earnest talk with his beast, which, with fore legs stretched out firm, and ears laid down, seemed proof against ail arguments to induce him to enter the water. Quashie was all animation, aiid his eyes flashed like fire-flies. " Who o! you no go ober? Berry well me bet you fippenny me make you go No? Why for you no bet? Why for you no go ober?" Here the mule shook his ears to drive off the flies, which almost devour the poor animals in, ,, that climate. "Oh! you dd bet berrry well den me try." 4 The 5""no rascal (he was not more than ten years old) disappeared in the bush, and return ed in a few seconds with some strips of fan weed, a few small pebbles, and a branch of the cactus plant. To put three or four pebbles, in each of the mule's cars, and tie them up with the fan weed, was but the work of a minute. He then jumped on the animal's back, turned round, put the plant to his tail, and off they went, as a negro himself would say, "like mad, Massa." Into the water they plunged tho little fellow grinning and showing his teeth in a perfect ecstasy. Out they got on the other side head and cars down tail and heels up and the boy's arms flying about as if they 1 did not belong to him; and I lost sight of him as he went over the rocky steep at full gallop, whereone false step Would have prflcipitated them into the sea beneath, from whence there would have been but small chance of escape.. No, no, a butcher's boy is nothing to a negro boy the one may ride like the devil, but the other is the very devil himself riding. . "Did you see any more of him, sir?" inquired a young lady opposite. "Yes, madam: about two hours afterward I reached Port Maria, and in an open space near the stores there sat, or rather lay, young Quashie eating cakes; and there also stood the mule eating guinea-grass, and looking much more cheerful than when I first saw him at Salt Gut. Well, Quashie,' I said, 'you have got here, I see, but which of you won?' 'Quashie win, massa Quashie neber lose.' 'But will he pay?' I inquired. 'Quashie pay himselfr mas sa. You see, Massa Buccra, massa gib Quashio tenpenny-bit for grass for mule. Quashie bet fippenny ho make him go ober de Gut Quashie win Quashie had fippenny for cake, mule hab ifippenny for grass " Pat's Prayer. An Irishman was brought up in the Police Court at New York a short time since, and after being questioned, he was released. On understanding this, says the Sun, Pat gracefully retired back a few paces, and flinging his tattered hat on the floor, drop ped as suddenly on his knees as if he had been shot; then convulsively clenching his hands to gether and looking upwards, he poured forth his gratitude in the following extempore sup plication; "May the saints in heaven purtect you, yer riv'rince! and may every hair in yer neaa turn tu a mowid candle to light ye to glo ry t , Oil and CoRN.Excellent oil suitable foi burning in lamps and other purposes is said ;to have been recently made from Indian Corn. It I looks- "very like a Whale?