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THURSDAY, FEB’Y 9, 1860.
Life in tile Woods.
No. 5.
The shades of night had already
gathered, when we reached what has
since been designated “ the Old Cor
bett House.” We had learned at the
last house, twelve miles back, that at
this place a white trader had been mur
dered by some indians, in a drunken
spree. So, although on one account, we
were rejoiced to obtain a view of the rude
structure, as we had been told our stop
piag plaee at Sauk Rapids, was but two
and a half miles from the same, yet it
was with somewhat of trepidation, we
gradually gained a nearer view of the
deserted tenement. The door, demi
demolished, was hanging by its lower
hinge. The window spaces, innocent of
glass or sash, looked to us like the two
great eyes of a ghost, peering into the
darkness. Our pegasus was tired, and
ambulated leisurely. So we had ample
time for a full survey, as well as full
play for our fears. The upspringing
figures of tasvny savages, shouting
the wail of the warhoop, the spirit
unshrived of the murdered victim, play
ed “fantastic tricks” with our imagina
tion. But not a word was uttered. As
we passed along unharmed, we began
to commune with ourself:
Fie on this first experience. We had
thought to be so brave, so ready and
willing to live among Indians ; now so
faint-hearted, so fearful even in passing
where their footsteps have been ! This
will never do. A beautiful pioneer we
shall make. Courage heart, courage
—and thus we were going on to he
brave and bold as a lion, when our ear
caught the sound of paddles. Turning
the eye in direction of the sound, we
spied a boat, in the dusky gloom of twi
light, rapidly gliding over the surface
of the river. We could just make out
that it was occupied by three forms clad
in blankets Then our sandy-founda
tioned courage quite crumbled away,
and our trumped-up bravery settled
back into its original nonentity. What
Fred was thinking of would bo difficult
to tell. We remember of wishing he
would take that moment to light his ci
gar, that the careless movements neces
sary to that labor might break the
monotonous, undefined terror. We did
not speak, lest he should laugh “at
such folly.” Poor simpleton ! How
much wo have learned since then.—
Along we journeyed through the fast
thickening darkness. Not a star was
visible. \t length a light glimmered
distantly. We gleefully exclaimed, a
light —a light—we are almost there.”
We actually thought Fred’s tone had a
shade of spite and gratification in this
reply —“No, not there yet —have you
forgotten we were told a newly married
Frenchman had just moved up here a
mile this side of the Agency ? Can’t
make the horse go out of a walk—
shan’t get there for an hour ytt.” Com
forting— wasn’t it ? The last mile had
seemed endless—and now another in the
pitchy blackness of night—would it not
stretch out more interminable still.
Weary and despairing, we turned to the
last resource. Ah, forgot fears, indians,
ghost, darkness—for Dream-land has a
bright sky, and all its beings are loving,
fairy-like, beautiful.
All things have an end : and an end
came to our first trip to Sauk Rapids.
The windows of the Agency House were
all lighted. There were three visible
from front view. Happy were those who
boasted of one in that day.' We enter
ed a hall ; from thence the long, spa
cious dining room. The evening had
been chilly, and wo were cold. How
glorious looked to us that warm stove,
the comfortable room, well lighted, and
most of all the smiling, happy faces of
those who gave us so cordial a welcome,
ctnhot be told in this place. “ Darkest
just before day,” was verified in this in
However unwillingly, we had been
compelled to admit to ourself, that our
enthusiasm, since leaving St. Anthony,
had subsided, many degrees. More
than once we had queried, silently, bul
seriously, whether or no we had nol
made a mistake ; and if some other drea
mer than the milkmaid of fame, was nol
to see her castle come down with a
crash at her feet. But emerging fron
the darkness of night and decaying
hopes, into the glowing warmth of thai
cheerful room, and in the midst of *
happy, pleasant family group, even
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Edited by W. H. WOOD and Motto —“ Freedom is tlie only safeguard of Government, and Oder and Moderation are no—tarj to MINNIE MARY LEE.
VOL. I—-HO. 5.
doubt and misgiving was dispelled. The
idea of life upon some lone isle of the
sea, with few congenial friends, had
ever lor us a peculiar fascination. This
house of comfort, amid the wide and
lonely desert around, bore resemblance
to such a condition. A home-feeling
came over us ; we knew it ; we had got
Home. This house was more than a
mile above the Rapids. (Where now is
the town of Sauk Rapids, were but two
old deserted Indian trading huts, like
the one described as the “ old Corbett
House.”) It was owned by the Ameri
can Fur Company, and kept for the
accommodation of their agents in the
Fur Trade, as well as, latterly, for
travellers, who had become numerous.
A smalt trading store, comprising In
dian goods, mostly, was attached to the
The main body of the building, about
thirty by forty feet, perhaps, was of log,
sided without, but not lathed and plas
tered until a year or two after we made
its acquaintance. From every side but
the front, additions had been made, and
to some of these additions were actually
joined other additions, of all sizes and
shapes, except the plain square to the
most outre and complex of geometrical
figu res. There were angles acute and
obtuse, triangles isosceles and scalene,
while the anomaly, in which dwelt the
Celtic sexagenarian, with his youthful
and unloving Margaret of twenty, ap
proached as nearly a rhomboid as any
thing ; the whole reminding one, tho’
on a larger scale, of the fresh-water
insect, called Polypus, or more like an
enormous Froga that had found a per
petual place of repose, around which
had gathered other and smaller warty
specimens of tho genus Rana, all ap
pearing to form one solid petrifaction.
But notwithstanding its rambling ap
pearance, its odds and ends, it was a
comfortable habitation, and good enough
at that time for a new country. Indeed,
compared to almost all others, in the
whole county, it was a beauty and a
palaco. Perhaps it was the agreeable
inmates that gave to it its charm—as
tho diamond lends a glow to its sur
roundings, however inelegant or unat
A Cheerful Temper.
It was formerly more than now, sup
posed by good and worthy people that
virtue, and piety of heart were to be
read in the gloom and melancholy of the
face. That the latter were, in fact,
indices of the former. A right merry
laugh, and a glad cheerful voice, are
even in this day, sufficient to draw upon
the happy possessor, the ominous shake
of the head, and sternest glance of the
eve. Often too, a reproof of harsh
words. Surely such serious minded
persons, do greatly mistake. Whence
did they obtain their notion ? True,
Paul commands to sobriety and sober
mindedness. Our saviour was earnest,
not gloomy—but kind a: d cheerful and
happy. Besides Nature wears a per
petual smile. If she gives way to a
storm of tears, it is only to wear a
brighter, sunnier face. The sky is laugh
ing, the earth is merry, the birds are
joyful ; crickets chirp, frogs croak, and
the whole insect world’ has a voice of
Shall man alone, “ bow down his
head like a bulrush,” and go mourning
and gloomy through so rejoicing a world ?
How then shall he bear the brightness,
the joy, the glory, of that unseen world
so full of light and beauty unspeakable?
There is a difference between levity
and cheerfulness—between thoughtful
ness and gloom. Piety should not
heart, its office is to purify and happify,
will it not give a light to the eye, a
cheerfulness to the voice, an elasticity
to the step ?
And yet if there must be an extreme,
let it be on the sober, thoughtful side.
For life is too serious—too much subject
to sickness, sorrow and death, to be
passed in a constant gaiety, and a giddy
r und of pleasures. The mere butter
fly of fashion as we sometimes see,
though admired by some as thoughtless
as herself, is more generally an object of
pity or contempt. Avoiding this ex
treme, one’s aim should be to cultivate
the haart as well as the mind, and let
both be attuned in unison ; then will a
lofty purpose, a charitable spirit, and a
cheerful temper be an earnest of that
perfection which the soul is to attain in
its higher state.
For there is one event which happenetk unto all.”
I’m dying, I’m dying, the old man said,
As his breath came quick and fast ;
Full many a year I’ve journeyed on,
And must I go at hist—
And on bis faintly throbbing heart,
He pressed his withered hand, ’
And the soft wing’d breeze his white locks stirrd
As he passed to the spirit land.
I’m dying, I’m dying, the infant moaned.
While the summer-sunset shone,
And its little hands were meekly crossed,
And its cherub spirit flown—
For Angels that were hovering near.
Smiled on the fairy flower,
And gently culled it in its bloom,
To grace the Elysian bower.
I’m dying, I’m dying, the pale youth cried,
When manhood crowned his brow,
1 fain would linger yet a while,
In this bright world below—
And he gazed about on those he loved,
And closed his languid eyes,
And murmured with a hollow one,
“ All men, all men must die.”
I’m dying, I’m dying, the maiden sighed,
When the rose from her cheek was gone,
I fear to enter the Vale of Death,
And traverse its darkness alone—
Oh ! earth has many a happy scene,
Through which I loved to stray ;
And the sunlight fell on her pallid brow,
As she passed from the earth away.
I’m dying, dying, the Christian smiled,
God calls me, I cannot st ly,
He waits my coming in yon bright land.
The realms of endless day—
I fear not to enter the vale of gloom,
For Angels lead me on,
I soon shall gain (he Heavenly shore ;
Weep not when I am gone
St. Cloud, Jan. 26.
Over to St. Cloud.
Just across the river, and a little be
low, is the flourishing and pleasant town
of St. Cloud. We have agreeable
friends residing there, and go frequent
ly to see them. Yesterday was a char
ming day ; snow had fallen the previous
night, mending the damaged sleighing ;
the sun shone splendidly, sleighs were
filying hither and thither, every body
seemed to be bound to have a ride ;
some on sleds drawn by oxen, some
on “ bobs” that followed after mules,
and not a few in the good old fashioned
way,—in gay cutters, —furnished with
warm robes, to the music of bells
that adorn horses as beautiful and fleet
as the most fastidious equery could de
sire for his prince.
Well, amid this “ hurrying to and
were we, in our pretty sister city.
Merchants had hung out to the unusual
crowd of observers, their gayest goods.
Honest Germans were unloading bags of
grain, while their frugal helpmeets car
ried into shops immense budgets, from
the crevices of which protruded stark
and frozen feel of turkies and chickens.
W e visited some new stores, that we
had “ heard tell of.” And we were
quite pleased indeed. Actually, at
Fonseca’s, we saw lying upon the coun
ter, delaines, and twilled goods that
were all wool ! And a shawl was shown
us the price of which was thirty dollars!
Yerily, merchants of St. Cloud, are be
ginning to think that somebody is living
up this way beside Indians. Our Sauk
Rapids merchants have not found that
out yet. Though we expect to see
something in the same line of goods
when the gentlemanly proprietor of the
Emporium gets up from below his new
To go back to Fonseca’s. That is a
pleasant store, and a pleasant place to
to do one’s shopping. Mr. F. is a na
tive West Indian. In the few moment’s
agreeable chat we had with him about
the pleasant isle— '* the gem set in the
silver sea”—our desire to visit the clime
of fruits and flowers became enthusi
siastic as of old. Perpetual fruits and
flowers ! Ah, is it not an infatua
tion that brings us so far, amid the cold
and the frost of the North. There are
times when we think so after all.
An Interesting Correspondence
We have just received from Mrs. L.
Maria Child, a pamphlet of twenty-eight
pages, entitled, “ Correspondence be
tween L. Maria Child and Gfov. Wise
and Mrs. Mason, of Va.” With that
portion of it, comprising the letters that
passed between Mrs. Child and Gov.
Wise, our readers are familiar. We do
not profess to find fault with the chival-
rous Governor of Virginia. That lie is
a man of kindly impulses and many vir
tues, there is no doubt, and considering
every circumstance, he perhaps con
ducted himself honestly and ably thro’
the trying scenes over which he w'as
lately called to preside. But we do
sincerely think, that had Gov. Wise re
ceived his birth and education at the
North, he would have been a Sumner or
a Hale.
For the Ntw Era.
But we have no words of sufficient
import, in which to express our admira
tion. we may say veneration for Mrs.
Child. There may be others in lowlier
or less public walks of life, who, in
simplicity of charactrr, gentle minded
ness and pure heartedness, may be
equal to her; but of such, “Fame speaks
not with her clarion voice.” To all
those graces of mind and heart which
are most lovely and winning in woman,
Mrs. Child unites that heroism ofnature,
that innate love of right, that hatred of
wrong and injustice which would lead
her to die for a truth or a principle. In
point of moral worth and moral courage,
we regard Mrs. Child as truly sublime.
It was her nature that could most fully
appreciate and comprehend the nature
of old John Brown. Belonging to the
class of religionists called Friends, be
lieving in peace measures—she sincere
ly regretted the sad affair atfrfarper’s
Ferry ; yet looking down into the heart
of hearts of the veteran and fanatic
puritan—the pure eyes of her heart and
conscience discerned a corresponding
purity of purpose—along with a complete
desire to do God’s will—which impelled
her, a true, and heroic woman, ex
tend to him a sisterly hand, and a loving
word. Honor to the name of L. Maria
Child ! Yet to this sinless woman—if
sinlessness can dwell below—does u
Mrs. Mason of Virginia, give this un
heard of greeting—“ Do you read your
Bible, Mrs. Child ? If you do, read
there, “ Woe unto you hypocrites,”
and take to yourself, with two-fold dam
nation, that terrible sentence ; for rest
assured, in the day of judgment it shall
be more tolerable for those thus scathed
by the awful denunciation of the Son of
God, than for you.” Who is this blas
phemous Mrs. Mason, who thus assumes
supreme dictatorship, and consigns
a world-known and world-loved Chris
tian woman to endless perdition ? Well
does Mrs. Child say in her lengthy, able,
but calm and dispassionate reply :
“ Fortunately, for all of us, the Heav
enly Father rules his Universe by laws,
which the passions or the prejudices of
mortals have no power to change. ”
We hope our readers may be able to
obtain this valuable little pamphlet. We
may refer to it agnin.
J. E.L
Authoritt. —Nothing more impairs
authority than a too frequent or indis
creet use of it. If thunder itself were
to be continual, it would excite no
more terror than the noise of a mill.
You may depend upon it that he is a
a good man whose intimate friends are
all good and whose enemies are charac
ters decidedly bad — Lavaler.
Money lender—You want a hundred
dollars ? Here is the money ; I charge
five per cent a month, and as you want
it fer a year that leaves just forty dol
lars coming to you.’
Inocent borrower —Then if I wanted
it for two years there’d be something
coming to you ?
There are truths which some men,
drspise because they have not oxamin
ed them, and which they will not exam
ine because they despise them.
Were we to trace one of the ma
jestic rivers of our country to its source,
we should find [ if the report of travel
ers be true, ] not far from the spot where
it issues from its parent spring, a rock
lying directly across the path it would
naturally pursue, and turning its stream
into a different channel, thus deter
mining, ever after the direction in which
that proud river is to convey its waters
to the ocean. So it is with character.
Often a trivial circumstance in early
life gives anew and decisive turn to
the purposes or tastes of a child, which
determines his whole future character,
and shapes the course of all his subse
quent life.—
XFrom Arthur** Home Magazine.
A Picture..
Within a range of mountains tail,
’.Neath lovely skies most deeply blue,
A landscape lies so glorious all,
You -would believe it fashioned new.
And you would deem it was the gem
Most precious on earth’s jeweled breast,
The diamond of her diadem,
More rich and rare than ail the rest.
A lake translucent glistens near ;
Afar in distance flows the sea,
The softest clouds, in ether clear,
Fling shadows o’er the flowery lea.
A cottage nestles here and there.
In vale, on hill, and pleasant lawn,
From which, come orisons of prayer,
At flash of gloaming, and of dutvn.
A quiet peace reigns thero supreme;
Each soul from Nature seems to win
A oveliness and charm serene,
That sweetly lets some angel in.
Old age, with its pale ailver hair.
Its furrowed brow and tottering form,
Dolii still the charm of childhood wear,
\\ itli virtue, love and truth is warm.
1 his quiet scene, ’mid mount and grove.
So aimple, yet so truly grand,
Was one wherein my childhood wove
Its visions of the fairy land,
Wherein I took, from earth and sky,
A rapture to my heart and brain,
A picture fair, and poetry,
-ind music’s soft and sweet refrain.
Rare gems of Natura and of ~2rt,
In balmy South, arid glowing West,
Have charmed my eye, but ah, my heart
1 urns to this fair home scene for rest .'
./?nd sweeter, dearer, comes to be
ihis mountain-circled vale, as years
Flow back to swell I line’s surging sea,
./2nd smiles of life grow sad with tears.
1 by my evening fire
My eyes on glowing radiance bent,
S*eet memory played upon her ijie,
-2nd radiant visions came and went,
But this one of that pleasant scene.
So fair and charming rose to view ;
I caught it from my tangled dream,
.211 glittering with a golden sheen,
-2nd here it is, dear one, for you.
Our Little Five-Year Old.
There he is parading by the window, his
feet ensconced in his father’s new hoots,
the paternal cap of enormous propor
tions, upon his ambit'ous head, and his
two arms spread abroad, like wings, to
balance his encumbered pedestals. To
be a man ! that is the subject of his
thoughts ; the alpha and omega of his
aspirations. To be a man ; a carpen
ter to build houses : to use the saw, the
hammer, the jack-plane, a»d be free
from the troublesome warning of looking
out for his fingers ; to be a rflinister or
stump-orator, declaiming energetically
and vociferously, or, still more aljyring
imagination, to be a and be
able to drive fleet horses, so fast and
furiously, this is the very jcmc of glory
to the little five-year old. Every night
and every morning, “ Sec how I have
grown,” is the burden of his exclama
tion. “Am I not almost as big as pa,”
is his daily question. Like all little boys
ot his age, the world over, he thinks his
golden days are still to come—distant,
but encnanting. They will come too
soon alas : and then, how will the charm
be broken, the beauty have departed.
Back upon childhood will the glory have
flown, and the immortal past, will be
recalled vainly and with tears. Dear
child, in the great boots and hat over
grown, thou art a subject for the paint
er, a theme for the essayest.
There are those to whom thy exist
ence, to the world so unknown and in
signficant, is the light of life. To whonr
thy little words, thy smiles and tears
are more precious, every one, thai
rarest pearls and gems of all th mine:
and seas. Those to whom thy deatl
sleep, should bring more of blight am
gloom, than heavens darkened or eart!
convulsed. May the shadow of the goo
angels wing encompass thee—and th
spirit of pure and loving thoughts b
around about thee—so shall thy yout
and manhood and thine old age be beau
tiful on earth, to be glorious in Heaver
pgy- We welcome J. E. L. to our !
columns, and hope to hear Irom her of-'
ten. Everything from her pen will be
ead with interest by those who esteem
and love her.
A wife’s farewell to her husband
every morning—‘buy and buy.’— Ex.
Printing Establishment,
Second Story,
We have » targe assortment of new and Type,
Border, Cuts, Etc., » hirh enables us to turn out iotn«
of the best job work in the State, and at low prices.
RillHkads, PotTias, Busti,
Cards, Bills, Circulars,
Irtitatioss, Lull.*, Etc.
Aad every ot’ser description of printing except
Bookwork, done neatly and protaptlv at this often.
Bliss* of every description printer to order.
An interesting person, indeed, was
the mother ofCrornwell ; a woman with
the glorious faculty of self-help, when
other assistance failed her; ready for the
demands of fortune in the extremes!
adverse time; of spirit and energy equal
to her mildness and patience ; who,
with the labor of her own hands, gave
dowers to five daughters, sufficient to
marry them into families as honorable,
but more wealthy than their own; whose
,single pride was honesty, and whose pas
sion love ; who preserved in the gorge
ous palace, at Whitehall, the simple
tastes that distinguished in the old brew-
tiy at Huntingdon ; whose only care,
amid a.'l her splendors, was for the
safety of her beloved .-:on i.i his danger
ous eminence ; finally, when her care
had outworn her strength, according
with her whole modesty and tender his
tory, she implored a simple burial in
some country church-yard, rather than
the ill-suited trappings of state and cev
mony wherewith she feared, and with
reason, too, that his Highness, the Lord
Protector of England, would have car
ried her to some roval tomb.
There is a protrait ot her at Hiuchiid
brook, which, if it were possible, would
increase the interest site inspires and
the respect she claims. The mouth, so
sweet, yet tail and firm ns the mouth of
hero ; the large and melancholy eyes,
the light* pretty hair, the expression of
quite affectionateness suffused over her
face, which is so modestly developed in
a satin hood, the simple beauty of tho
jvelvet cardinal she wears, and the rich,
ness of the small jewel that clasps it,
Seems to present before the gazer her
(living and breathing charade. lor
iresler s SiaUiviieul <j En::lu:id.
A smooth sea never made skillful
mariner, neither do uninterrupted pros
perity and successs qualify for useful
ness and happiness.—The stormsof ad
versity, like those of the ocean, rouse
the faculties and excite the invention,
prudence, skill and fortitude of tho
voyager. The martyrs of ancient times,
in bracing their minds to outward cal
amities, acquired a loftiness of purpose
and a moral heroism worth a lifetime of
softness and security.
Wealth. —Wealth—true wealth—is
that posession which satisfies the heart.
Palaces and lands may leave a man
miserable. To be satisfied in one’s
cell—to feel no aching, no void, to
sleep peacefully and waken without
pain, regret, or remerse, such is wealth.
With these the hardest pillow becomes
soft, the roughest way smooth, the daik
est future bright, and their possessor
stands up a man than whom God has
made none nobler ; free from the canker
which follows power and fame, and in
dependent of exigencies which make
and many times shiver crowns.
Much that wc call character and suc
cess in life is mainly the result of work
ofunobserved processes which appear
of very little importance when consider
ed in detail. The habit of daily doing
something instead of nothing—one thing
instead of another wholly different—is
what makes all the difference in the
world in men’s lives and fortunes.
The heart of a man is a short
word--a small substance, scarce enough
to give a kite a meal; yet great in capaci
ty—yea, so indefinite in desire, that tho
round globe of the world cannot fill the
three corners of it! When it desires
more, and cries, “Give—give!” I
iwill set it over to the infinite good,
where tho more it hath it may desire
more, and see more to be desired,—
Bi»hop Hall.
Nothing prevents a person from being
natural and easy, «o much as an ex
treme anxiety to appear so.
Why are Indian servants called Cool
ies ?—Probably because their principal
duty is to fan their masters in the heat
of the day.
' “Genius unexcited,” says H. W.
'Beecher, “is no more genius than a
bushel of acorns is a forest of oaks.’
A man took ofF his coat to show a
terrible wound he had received some
! years pa t—“ Oh !” said he on not be
!inrr nb!« to fuukit, “ I remember, now,
it was on my brother Bib’s arm
A little girl was told to spell /ennenf,
and give its meaning, with a sentence
in which it was used. The following
was literally her answer:— 1 “F-e r
! m-e-n-t, a verb, signifying to tooik— l
’love to ferment in the garden !”
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