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The whole art of Government consists in the art of being honest. Jefferson.
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A nocml discount will be made to yearly advertisers jOAU letters addressed to the Editors must be post paid. .TOR PRINTING Having a general assortment of large, elegant, plain and orna mental Type, we arc prepared to execute every description of ar:I, Circulars, Bill Heads, Notes, Blank I&eccipts, JUSTICES, LEGAL AND OTHER BLANKS, PAMPHLETS, &c. Printed with neatness and despatch, on reasonable tctms AT THE OFFICE OF THE Jcf fcrsoniau Republican . '.'.3 'J umimjBi.u-ia.niiufjin.miM. From the New York Tribune. Even i sis;. nV A. SXODGRASS. Milil as the smiling infant's sleep, Sill! as ihe raven's dusky winy, The s-hades of Evening o'er me creep, And round iheir noiseless cunains fling. At Day's long hours I murmur not, Nor sigh to view the dark-browed Night! Each has its office each its lot Of sorrowing care and pure delight. Among the crowds who woo ihe Day, Filling with noise the bustling street, 1 bear a spirit free and gay, And move along on busy feet. 31 y heart with worldly hearts may beat ; My soul with worldly souls combine ; Mv eves the fruits of Labor reet My voice with laughing voices join. Yel may I not, 0 Nature! e'er, My diH' to my kind forget, Dry up to Wo the pitying tear, And 'gainst high Truth my bosom set. The simple worldling is a slave, Doomed by himself lo chains and wo; Whose life from childhood to the grave, Is not e'en worth the gambler's throw. 'Tis in the holy sympathies Of virtuous souls wiih virtuous deeds, Where dwell the best of human bliss And choicest flowers from Life's dull weeds.) And when sinks down the Evening sun, And rise the golden stars above, My lingering hours of labor done I jo where purer pleasures more. Beside the tranquil Evening fire, Amid the calm delights of home, Communing hearts my heart inspire With hope of blessed days lo come. The thoughts of ancient sages there From houored books, I treasure well ; Ani from the Poet's fancies rare, Build me a bliss. surrounded cell. But ah ! too oft the bitter thought Of Man's injustice to his kind Of woes by traitorous Cunning wrought, Comes blighting o'er my sorrowing mind. The Penury by Weahh condemned The patient Virtue suffering wrong; Tke Innocence by Guilt in hemmed; The Honor stained by Slander's tongue. Too oft will partial judgment strike M Innocence, and crush or wound ; Too oft is honest Truth alike IVith cunning Falsehood scourged and bound. 0 .his should leach the human heart, Bre it condemn to pity Wrong, And ralher act the Saviour's part, Than strike because its arm is sirong. And we may hope Time's blessed light May yel the human hean illume, TV set ihe wavering judgment right, And ease the fearful pangs of doom. Thus round our Evening fires may we As we put off our daily strife, Feel for the world's sad misery. And learn the better paihs of life. A gentleman who recently arrived al Mobile from the North, being asked how it happened hat he was there three days ahead of ihe mail, gravely replied that he had " got out of the stage and walked." The Bcath off Buroc. BV J. T. HEADLEY. Napoleon's greatest misfortune, that which wounded him deepest, was the death of his friend Duroc. As he made a last effort to break he enemy's ranks, and rode again to the ad vanced posts to direct the movements of his ar my, one of his escort was suddenly struck dead by his side. Turning to Duroc, he said " Du roc, fate is determined to have one of us to day." Soon after, as he was riding with his suite in a rapid trot along the road, a cannon ball smote a tree beside him, and glancing truck Gen. Kirgener dead, and tore out the en trails of Duroc. Napoleon was ahead at ihe time, and his suite?, four abreast, behind him. The cloud of dust their rapid movements raised around them, prevented him from knowing at first who was struck. But when it was told him that Kirgener was killed and Duroc wound ed, he dismounted and gazed long and sternly on the battery from which the shot had been fired ; then turned lo the cottage into which the wounded marshal riad been carried. Duroc was grand marshal of the palace and a bosom friend of the Emperor. Of a noble and generous characier, of unshaken integrity and patriotism, and firm as steel in the hour of danger, he was beloved by all who knew him. There was a gentleness about him and purity of feeling the life of a camp could never destroy. Napoleon loved him for through all the chan ges of his tumultuous life, he had ever found his affection and truth the same and ii was with an anxious heart and sad countenance he entered the lowly cottage where he lay. His eyes were filled wiih tears as he asked if there was hope. When told lhat there was none, he! advanced to the bedside without saving a word. j The dying marshal seized him by the hand and I said, " My whole life has been consecrated to your service, and now my only regret is, that I can no longer be useful to you." "Duroc replied Napoleon, with a voice choked with grief, "there is another life there you. will await me, and we shall meet again " " Yes, sir," re plied the fainting sttfierer, " but thirty years shall first pass away, when you will have tri-1 umphed over your enemies, and realized all the j ; hopes of our country. I have endeavored to ! j be an honest man ; J have nothing wiih which to reproach myself." He then added, with fal- tering voice, " I have a daughter your Majesty will be a father to her." Napoleon grasped his right hand and sitting down by the bedside, and J leaning his head on his left hand, remained with closed eyes a quarter of an hour in pro found silence. Duroc first spoko. Seeing how deeply Bonaparte was moved, he exclaimed, " Ah ! sire, leave me; this spectacle pains you" The stricken Emperor rose, and leaning on the arms of his equery and Marshal Soult, he left the apartment, saying, in heart breaking tones, as he went, " Farewell, then my friend .'" The hot pursuit he had directed a moment before was forgotten victories, trophies, pris oners and all, sunk into tnier worthlessness, and as ai the battle of Aspern when Lannes was brought to him mortally wounded, he forgoi even his army, and the great interests at stake. He ordered his tent 10 be pitched near the cot tage in which his friend was dying, and enter ing it, passed the night all alone in inconsola ble grief. The Imperial Guard formed iheir protecting squares, as usual, around him, and the fierce tumuli of baitle gave way to one "of the most touching scenes in history. Twilight was deepening over the field, and the heavy tread of the ranks going to iheir bivouacs, ihe low rumbling of artillery wagons in the dis tance, and all the subdued, yel confused sounds of a mighly host about sinking to repose, rose on the evening air, imparting still greater so lemnity to ihe hour. Napoleon, with his greai coat wrapped about him, his elbows on his knees, and his forehead resting on his hands, sal apart from all, buried in ihe profoundest melancholy. Hi8 mosi intimate friends dare not approach him ; and his favorite officers stood in groups at a distance, gazing anxiously on that sileni lent. But immense consequences were hanging on the movements of the next morning a powerful enemy was near, with their array yet unbroken ; and they at length ventured to approach and ask for orders. Bui the broken-hearted chieftain only shook his head, exclaiming, "Every thing tomorrow!" and still kept his mournful attitude. Oh, how overwhelming was the grief lhat could so mas ter lhat stern heart! The magnificent specta cle of the day that had passed, the gloiious vie tory he had won, were remembered no more, and he saw only his dying friend before him. No sobs escaped him : but silent and motion less he sat, his pallid face buried in his hands, and his noble heart wrung with agony. Dark ness drew her curtain over the scene, and the stars came out one after another upon the sky, and at length, the moon rose above the hills, bathing in her soft beams the tented host, while the flames from burning villages in the distance shed a lurid liht through the gloom, and all was sad, mournful, yet sublime. There was a dark cottage wiih the seriiiriels at the door in which Duroc lay dying, and there, too, was the solitary tent of Napoleon, and within, the bow ed form of the Emperor. Around it, at a dis tance, stood the squares of the Old Guard, and nearer by, a silent group of chieftains, and over all lay the moon-light. These brave soldiers, filled wiih grief to see their beloved chief borne down with such sorrow, siood for a long time sileni and tearful. At length, to break the mournful silence and to express the sympathy they might not speak, the bands struck a requi em for the dying marshal. The melancholy straijis arose and fell in prolonged echoes over the field, and swept in softened cadences on ihe ear of the fainting warrior ; bul still Napo leon moved not. They then changed the meas ure to a triumphant strain, and the thrilling trumpets breathed forth the mosi joyful notes, till the heavens rung wiih melody. Such bursts of music had welcomed Napoleon as he return- j ed flushed with victory, till his eyes kindled in exultation ; but now they fell on a dull and list- less ear. It ceased at:d again the mournful requiem filled all the air. But nothing could arouse him from his agonizing reflections ; his i friend lay dying, and the heart he loved more than his life, was throbbing its last pulsations. " What a (heme for a painter, and what a eu- logy on Napoleon was thai scene. That noble heart, which the enmity of the world could not shake no: the terrors of a battle-field move from its calm repose nor even she. hatred and insults of his, at last, victorious enemies hum- ble here sunk in the moment of victory before the tide of affection. What military chieftain ever mourned thus on the field of victory, and what soldier ever loved a leader so 1" The editor of the Bosion Chronoiype has the right idea with regard lo a " Milch in time." Hear him: " Show me the wife that's on the waich For every little rem or scratch, And cures it wiih a timely paich, " . i Before you know it ; She is a woman fit to match, A lord or poet." 'Mi IoS!sa52g British. A yankee, boasting an inveterate haired of every thing British, is living in a house in the city, wiih a colonist family. He takes every opportunity to have a slap at brother Bull, and the colonist does what he can to defend the venerable gentleman. "You are arguing," said the colonist, "against "No, I am not." "Who was your faiher?" si .,,1 . I t A "A Yankee." 'Who were your forefathers " Yankees." "Who were Adam and Eve?". "Yankees, by thunder!" "Boss, I want twenty-five cents:" "Twenty-five cents! How soon do you want it, Jake ?" "Next Thursdav." "As soon as lhat! You cant have it, I have told you often that when you are in want of so large a sum of money you must give me at least four weeks notice." An Irishman and a Yankee met at a tavern. and there was but one bed for them. On re tiring the Yankee said he did not care which side of the bed he took. " Then," said Pal, you may lake the under side " Why is Santa Anna like;a bawling; cow I Because he lost his calf, I BY REQUEST. Thanksgiving Day was very generally ob served in Philadelphia. Most of the places of public worship were opened and were well at tended, a large proportion of the stores were closed, and business was, m all its main fea tures, suspended. Seventeen States in all joined in ihe observance. Hereafter we trust that the President will deem it right to recom mend one day in each year for General Thanks giving throughout the Union. By a pleasing coincidence, Thursday, Nov. 26ih, 1789, just 57 years ago, was kept as a day of National Thanksgiving, under a Proclamation issued by Gen. Washington, as will be seen bv-the fol lowing : By the President of the U. S. of America A Proclamation. Whereas, it is Iheduty of all nations to acknowledge the Providence of Almighty God, to obey his will, to bo grateful for his benefits, and humbly implore his pro tection and favor; dhd whereas both Houses of Congress have, by their Joint Committee, re quested me to recommend to the United Stales a day of public Thanksgiving and Prayer lo be observed by acknowledging with grateful hearts, the many and signal favors of Almighty God, especially by affording them an opportu nity of peaceably establishing a form of Gov ernment for their safety and happiness: Now, therefore, I do recommend and assign Thurs day, ihe twenty sixth day of November next, to be devoted by the People of these Slates, to the service of the great and glorious Being who is the benificent Author of all the good that was, lhat is, that will be. Thai we then all uniie in rendering unto Him our sincere and humble thanks for his kind care and protection of the People of this country previous to its becoming a nation, for the signal and manifold providence in the course and conclusion of ihe lale war; for the great degree of tranquility, union and. plenty which we have since enjoyed ; for ihe peaceable and rational manner in which we have been enabled to establish Constitutions of Svernmeni ior our saie.y anu nappiness, and ! l)ar,icu!ary lhe naiioiial one more lately insti- r"- r . i i . j luted; lor civil and religious hbertv with which we are blessed, and ihe means we have of ac quiring and diffusing useful knowledge, and in general for all the great and various favors which He has been pleased to confer upon us. And also that we may then unite in most hum bly offering our prayers and supplications to the great Lord and Ruler of nations, and be seech Him to pardon our other transgressions; to enable us all. whether in public or private stations, to perform our several and national duties, properly and prudently; to render our! national government a blessing to all people, by constantly being a government of wise, just, nun ct 71 111 inriQ I lnutcr rl J an rd 1 1 tr nw i r.,Mi,r..i- ly executed and obeyed ; to protect and guide all sovereigns and nations, (especially such as have shown kindness unto us,) and bless them i with good government, peace and concord; to promote the knowledge of true religion and vir tue, and the increase of science amongst us ; and generally to grant unto all mankind uch a degree of temporal prosperity as He alone knows lo be best. Given under my hand, al the city of New York, the 3d day of October, in ihe year of our Lord one thousand seven hundred and eighty nine. GEORGE WASHINGTON. "DowJr," on Bandies. There are few preachers in ihe land whose sermons are so full of pith, point, popper, and pungeni, as those of 'Dow Jr. of ihe New York Sunday Mercury. See how he dresses down a certain class of lazy, loaferish, cut-wasp dan dies who may bo found in many of our villages as thick as flies ir. dog days, or toads ufier a summer shower: " Now you that was cut out for a man, bul was so villainously spoiled in making up, I'll attend to your case. For what end did you break open the world's door, and rush in un called, like a man chased by a mad bull. What good do you expect to bestow on your fellow men ? Some useful invention, some great dis covery or even one solitary remark ? No ! those, that look for any good from you, will be just as badly fooled as the man who caught a sHumk and thought il was a kitten, or the wo man who made greens out of-gunpowder lea. You know whero the neatest, tightest pains, wiih the strongest straps can be got 'on iick but you don'l know where the next useful lec ture will be delivered. You know the color of a vest, but never studied the gorgeous hues it the rainbow, unless il was to wish for a piece to make a cravat, you know how a fuol feels m full dress but you don't know how a man feels when hd eats the bread earned by the sweat of his brow ; you know how a monkey looks, for you sec one every day twenty limos in your landlady's looking glass, bul you don't know how a man feels after doing a good ac'io.i; vmi don't go where ihai sight is to be seen. Oh! wasp waisted, caitish-moulhed baboon-shouldered, clapper-legged goose-eyed, sheep-Oiced bewiskered drone in the worlds bee-hive 1 What are you good for ? Nothing but to cheat your lailor, neatly lisp by roto a line from soma milk and cider poelasier, sentimentally talk, love to eat oysters and act the fool shamefully I say does your mother know you're out? I am afraid you have no mother, nor never had. You are of no more use in this wotld than ;t time-piece in a beaver dam, or a mnira m a hog pen. You fill no larger space in ihe world' eye than the toe nail of a Musquiioe would in. a market house, or a stumped tailed dog in h If out of door; you arc as little thought of as ihe fellow who knocked his grandmother's last tooih down her ihroat, and as for your brains, ten thousand such could be preserved in a drop of brandy, and have as much sea mum as a lad pole in Lake Superior and as for your idea, you have bul one (and thai is stamped on vour leaden skull an inch deep) lhat tailors and fe males were made to be gulled by you, and lhat you think decent people envy your appearance! Poor useless tobacco worm! You are decided ly a hard case ! Is it Hi gill. "I hate thai man." " Why do you hate him ? Did he tver jii' jure you in characier or in person " No, but I don'i fancy him." " Do you know him ?" " No, neither do I want to' That is just ihe way of ihe world. AW ' 4 ' A- stran- ger passes by and we form an opinion of him: if favorable, when an opportunity presents, we" speak to him, draw him into conversation, and finally become his friend. If unfavorable; we avoid him. If he asks us a question, we an swer by a quick monosyllable, and have no de sire to seek his acquaintance. Is this rightj just or honest ? There are scores of men we dislike, because we are noi acquainted with j their characters, and by the dislike we have of ,hem' seek n0 opportunities of an acquaintance. Snch a course is ""gentlemanly, unchristian, arid savasc. It is not the looks nor the general appear ance of ihe person that makes the heari good or bad. The plainest man we know of posses ses the heari we ever became acquainted with. The homeliest woman of our acquaintance is the most affectionate, kind and amiable of her sex. At first sight you would turn away from these excellent persons, not dreaming that the outward appearance is not an index of the1 heart. In future, we trust you will be governed more by truth and justice, and noi condemn and hale one you do not know, and against whose character a word of reproach was never lisped. The heart, and his alone, study and when it is in the right place, do not for th world make a remark, or manifest a spirit that will pain it to its centre. . Western Intelligence A small specimen of the intelligence of flW children of Burlington, Iowa. A lady asked one of her sabbath-school scholars how Felix felt when Paul reasoned of rigliieouMte., tem perance and judgment to conn.1? "Fust rale,'' replied the child. At another time the question was, God formed man out of the dut of ihe earth, of what did he make woman 1 Out of the jaw bone oj un ass" was ihe reply. A living skeleton is being exhibited in Bos ton. He had?his Quarters mp.r an ealinw hmme t 1 - rt 1 but- was obliged lo remove, as tha smell of ihe soup fattened him too much. Why were ihe thirteen original Stales like Adam and Eve ? Because theywere bound lo increase and multiply. ;- - r .