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THE TRINITY JOURNAL W'i’’t!'B’l.TS : HED EVERT SATURDAY MORNING $BY SEAMAN & GORDON. 4, J. SEAMAN, D. E. GORDON, Editors and Proprietors. Office on Main St. nearly opposite St. Charles Hold. Terms.—The Journal will be furnished to sub scribers at the following rates : For one year $10 00 “ six months 5 00 “ three months 3 00 Advertisements conspicuously inserted on the following terms: One square, first inssrtion $ 1 00 For each subsequent insertion 2 00 jew- A square consists of Ten lines, or less. A reasonable reduction from the above rates will be made to yearly advertisers. BOOK & JOB PRINTING. Having recently made large additions to our stock of JOBBING MATEKIALS, we are now prepared to execute every description of PLAIN & FANCY PRIWTINC. in the best style of the art, and with fromi’tness and despatch. jeB~ Orders from abroad for Advertising or Jon Printing, to ensure prompt attention, should jn all cases be accompanied with the Cash. “ The Mountains shall Speak to the Sea.” BY CAXTON. [The following ppm tort lines were contributed by “Caxton,” to the Bulletin, in view of the soul stirring enthusiasm now animating the mountain towns of this State, in behalf of justice to the would-be assassin of Mr. King, and we commend them to the perusal of all.] In times that have vanished, in a nation no more, Once ruled by the God of the free ; A prophet exclaimed, filled with mystical lore, “ The mountains shall speak to tue sea.” Ilis country was stained with the blood of the Corruption filled valley and lea. [brave, God said in his wrath, “ I never will save Till the mountains speak to the sea 1” Old IToreb grew vocal, Mount Olivet spoke, And Calvery shouted “ be free 1” [yoke, When a Savior redeemed the wide world from its And the mountains shook hands with the sea! The prophecy westward has wended its way. Till here in the land of the Free, [say, When crimes must be punished, the people still “ Let the mountains speak out to the sea !” ¥l*c voice has been heard ; let Sierra now ring With the shout, “ San Francisco is free !” ♦hohonrtflOf nil freemon in unison sinnr ladies. '..... “i their smartest toilets and crowded to the court house. On seeing this the JudgO rose and said : “Persons here assembled as spec tators, ere not aware of the nature of the case. I therefore desire all decent women to withdraw.’’ A pause took place without a single! femalo moving to retire from her seat. Seeing this the Judge rose and said : 'Officprs of the court, now that all the decent women havC retired, turn out the remainder. Wkm. ToRocn'c.* J - The Binghampton Democrat says : ’The London Telegraph, in enumerating the cities which the Britishers could take 'just as easy,’ in case of war be tween the two countries, leaves out > cw Orleans altogether. We cannot accoun for the omission, except on the ground that they took it in 1814, and do not think it necessary to take it over again 1” It has been ascertained that the man who held od to the last, was a shoemaker. Till: TRINITY JOURNAL. Remarkable Presentiment and Strange j Apparition. —The Boston Tunes relates the ! following singular story, in connection with ! the supposed loss of the Pacific: “ We have always been averse to feeding the popular appetite for marvellous things, especially those which may be said to have j their origin in a supernal latitude, and only I calculated to create a thirst for further reve lations, which can never be satiated this side the grave. But the circumstances we are about to relate, are so remarkable, and are so authenticated, that we cannot avoid the temptation to give them publicity; and hoping our readers will not think, that, be cause we have gone to another world for in formation in regard to the missing steamer, we have yet given up hopes of hearing from her in this; we proceed to relate the story substantially as related to us: “ Among the passengers in the Pacific is, or was, Mr. K—w, of this city, a gentleman j who has crossed the Atlantic several times, , and always left in happy spirits, and always returned in excellent health. But just bc i fore leaving on his last voyage, his spirits became suddenly and successively depressed. He could not account for the feeling; lie struggled to overcome it, and his friends en deavored to rally him. But it was no use —the strange presentiment of some dread [ fill fatality hung over him, and weighed j down his energies. Yet important business requiring his presence in Europe at a cer ; tain time, ho determined to disregard the admonitions of this inward mouitor, and to hazard the voyage. Before starting, how ever, he made his will, and placed it in the hands of a friend. “ Mr. K. was engaged to bo married to an estimable young lady, a daughter of one of our most respectable and highly esteemed | merchants, whose residence is a short dis tance from the city; and the wedding wms ! to take place on Mr. K.’s return from his European voyage. The approach of this j interesting event, it was naturally thought, j tended to aggravate the aversion he had to again tempt the dangers of the treacherous ocean; but the cordial good wishes he had to carry with him, and the prospect of a hap py return at some time or other, somewhat relieved his mind of the burthen which weighed upon it, and he departed. “ He arrived Out safely, transacted his business, and wrote home breathing the kindliest feeling of attachment for his dear friends, and designated the time at which he might be expected to return. Of course, his arrival Was looked for with much interest, especially by the lady to whom he was en gaged. But how futile are human calcula tions! Hays and weeks have elapsed since that period, and yet a cheering word from the vessel, which was to bear him home ward, has not been heard to relieve the now painful anxiety respecting her, “ About the time Mr. K. appointed to be home, Miss , his betrothed, was one night startled from her sleep by the figure of Mr. K. appearing before her! The form seemed so palpable that she was for a mo ment bewildered. She felt conscious that it cOuld not be her intended; yet so real seemed the apparition, that she raised herself in bed and spoke to it! That moment it vanished; and Miss , relieved from her agitation, awoke her sister, who was sleeping beside her, and related the occurrence. “ But little was thought of this matter until recently, when circumstances induced a reference to the date of its happening. It proved to be February 1 —the very day on ! which the steamer Edinburgh saw portions of cabin furniture, &c., which some suppose to have belonged to the Pacific. “ This, to say the least, is a remarkable j coincidence; but wo sincerely hope and trust, that it will prove simply a means of adding, if possible, to the intense joy and j gladness which await the reunion of dearly 1 loved and cherished friends whenever that so | much longed for moment of reunion shall ar rive. A Lady made a complaint to Frederick the Great,king of Frussia. “Your majesty,” said she, “my husband treats me badly.” “That is none of my business,” replied the king. “But he speaks ill of you,” said the lady. “That,”' he replied, “i* none of your | business.” »•« Wiikn the editor of a Mississippi paper threatened in print “to put a full stop over each of the eyes of the editor of the Louis ville Journal,” Prentice replied : “While he is putting a full stop over our eyes, we will put his nose in a parenthesis.” ♦♦♦ It is said that Grace Greenwood is about to issue an entire new edition ol a ' Little Pilgrim,” bound—in liuea. DEVOTED TO TITE INTERESTS OE TRINITY COUNTY. IVEAVERYILLE, TRINITY COUNTY, CAL.. SATURDAY MORNING MAY 31, 1850. The following glowing picture of the A\ est is an extract from a new hook just published at Bos ton. entitled “ The Panorama and Other Poems," by J. G. Whittier: Tlie West. Then with a burst of music, touching all The keys of thrifty life—the mill-stream's fall The engine’s pant along its quivering rails, The anvil's ring, the measured beats of Hails, The sweep of scythes, the reaper,s whistled tune, The woodman’s hail along the river shores, The steamboat's signal, and the dip of oars, — Slowly the curtain rose from off a land Fair as God's garden. Broad on either hand The golden wheat-fields glimmered in the sun, And the tall maize its vellow tassals spun, Smooth highways set with hedgerows living green. With steepled towns through shaded vistas seen. The school bouse murmuring with its hive-like swarm, The brook-bank whitening in the grist-mill’s storm, The painted farm house shining through the leaves Of fruited orchards bending at its eaves. Where live again, around the Western hearth, The homely old-time virtues of the North ; Where the blithe housewife rises with the day, And well-paid labor counts his task a play, And, grateful tokens of a Bible free, And the free Gospel of Humanity, Of divers sects and differing names the shrines, One in their faith, whate’er their outward signs, Like varying strophes of the same sweet hymn From many a prairie’s swell and river brim. A thousand church-spires sanctify the air Of the calm Sabbath, with their sign of prayer. Broiled Mackerel. —The following good story is told of a member of Congress from Ohio : The venerable Gen. II was for several consecutive years returned to Congress ; and and as the hotels and boarding houses in Washington in those days were all on a par, or rather below par, the members were in the habit of occupying, year after year the same rooms. The table of Gen. II ’b boarding honse—which was kept by a widow and her two daughters—was regularly fur nished with stereotyped dinners, and atone end of the table always appeared a broiled mackerel. Gen. II , whose seat was near the fish, lmd gazed so frequently upon it—for it never was touched, except by the cook—that he knew it all “by heart.” Now if the distinguished representative had any one peculiar virtue, it was an af fectionate desire to make every person and every creature around him happy. In the course of time Congress adjourned, and General II paid his bill to the widow, and got ready to start for home. The stage stood at the door ; and the old gentleman, showing the goodness of his heart, took the widow by the hand, and pressing it, bade her farewell ; then kissing the daughters, said he would like to see them in Ohio, and furnish them with good husbands, Ac. But even this is not ull ; the black boys who stood along the walls, were not forgotten, and grinned as lie hand ed each a .silver dollar. As he passed around the breakfast table, which was not yet “cleared o(T,” he saw his old friend the mackerel. The tears came into his eyes, and raising it by the tail with his finger, parted witli it, saying : “Well, good by, my old boy ; yon and I have served a long campaign together ; but— wiping his eyes—I suppose we shall meet again next winter. Good bye I” The old gentleman rapidly left the house, and jumping into the stage, rattled off, and fortunately for his ears the widow never saw him again. Tkottino out her Loro and Master.— Fanny Fern shows up her third husband in the following elegant morreau : “And there is Mr. James Parton, author of the Life of Horace Grecly, whom I occa sionally meet ; Jim is five feet ten inches, and modest—wears his hair long, nnd don't believe in a devil—has written more good annonymous articles, now floating unbap tised through newspnperdom, (on both sides of the water,) than any other man save himself, would suffer to go unclaimed. Jim believes in Carlyle and lager beer—can write books better than he can tio a cravat ; though since his late marriage I am pleased to observe a wonderful improvement in this respect. It is my belief that Jim is destined, by steady progress, to eclipse many a man who has shot up like a rocket, and who will fizzle out and eomo down a stick. Fanny Fern. -- - ■■ ■■ — ■ A Bund Historian. —One of the papers states that Win. H. Prescott, the American historian, who resides at Groton, Mass., lost one eye when at college, by a blow from a crust thrown by a boy. The sight of the other was so weakened by sympathy, that he cannot use it. He accordingly uses the apparatus invented for the blind—a stylus, with tracing paper, and strings to guide the hand. He is thus able to sit up at night and write without lighting a candle. In this way his great historical labors have been perfected. —«» '■«>'! »»»■ One asked why B stood before C ? Be cause, said another, a man must B before he can C A gallant officer in the United States Navy communicates to the Drawer an ad mirable incident to show the power of an American training, cveu upon the rawest of British-born subjects who enlist under the stripes aud stars : “In 1848 the frigate United States was lying in the Bay of Gibraltar, and the nsnaf civilities were passing between officers of the ship anil those of the garrison. At one of the dinner parties conversation turned upon the various small-arms in use, and Commodore Reed spoke of the American carbine in terms of high praise. Few of the British officers present had ever seen the weapon, and a general request was made that an opportunity might be afforded of witnessing its efficiency. The Commodore readily complied, and an appointment for the next morning was made. “Orderly Scrgeaut Shaw was instructed to select a man and a weapon for the trial, and he directed Private Lynch to be on the ground. They found quite a party of Brit ish officers in waiting, who examined the weapon, and made numerous inquiries re specting it of Lynch, whom they soon dis covered to be a son of the Emerald Isle. The trial began. A small china cup was placed on a post at a distance of thirty yards. Lynch loaded his carbine, brought it deliberately to his shoulder, fired, and the cup was in atoms. A second, third, and fourth experiment had the same result. The English officers expressed their gratification and astonishment by loud cheers, and one of them asked Lynch if he was not an Irish man ? “I am by birth, Sir, was his reply. “How long have you been in the Ameri can service ?’ “ ‘About six months, Sir,’ was his reply. “The officer gave him a sovereign ; aud, turning to his brothers, said : 'Here is art Irishman who has been in the American Na vy but six months, and I'll wager a hundred pounds he can do what not one of his coun trymen in the British service can. The officers expressed their thanks to Sergeant Shaw for his attention, and proffered him five pounds as a slight expression of their satisfaction. The Sergeant drew himself up to his full height, und said : “ T thank you, gentlemen, but a non-com missioned Officer of the American Maty never receives presents Ort duty.’ ‘“I’ll anger another hundred pounds,’ said the Hritish officer again/ 'there is not a sergeant in the English urmy or navy would have done that.’ “The officers of the garrison were much gratified ; and it would be difficult to decide whether the gallant Commodore was more pleased with the skill of Private Lynch or the nice sense of honor displayed by Ser geant Shaw. “A few days afterward, Captain do Lacy, of the garrison, inquired of passed midship man Brook, ‘How they Americanized Irish men so rapidly V “ ‘No trouble at all,’ said Brook ; 'there isrtn atmosphere breathed under the Ameri can flag that makes every man an Ameri can who serves underneath it.’ “ ‘I believe you,’ said Captain de Lacy. 'Honor to the American (lag, and to the gallant tars that defend it 1’”— liar. Mag. DK'UIIIm. ()! them in n dream of early youth, And it never cornea ; 'Tis a vision of light, and life, and truth, Timt Hits across the brain ; And love is the theme of that early dream, So wild, so warm, ho new, That in all our after yeurs, I deem, Thut early dream we rue, It is a singular fact thut a woman cannot look from a precipice of any magnitude without becoming dizzy. Hut, what is still more singular, the dizziness departs the very moment somebody puts his arm around her waist to “keep her from falling.” Queer, isn’t it ? Newspapers. —Dr. Johnson, when in the fulness of years and knowledge, said : “I never take tip a newspaper without finding something I would have deemed it a loss not to have seen—never without deriving from it instruction ami amusement." Now.—What is it ? That point in dura tion which links the two eternities ; that flitting moment which, as it emerges into the present, vanishes into the past. A beat of the pulse measures it; a heart throb—a breath. While one utters the word, it comes—is gone. What of it ? Especially this, ft is the accepted time—the day of salvation. As it flies God waits to be gracious. Listen ! Divine loves speaks. “Unto you, 0 men, I call. The great expiation haste. What articles of attire do twins resemble ? A pnir of kids. A Summer Picture. HY LKOLIXE. When Spring-time came with her flowers fair, And bird-notes tilling the soft fresh air. A home that for months had silent been, With laughter and soug awoke again. There met ’neath its roof a loving l>and— Some came from a warmer, southern land ; And some from a northern city’s din, They met the deserted rooms within. The mansion stood iu a garden fair. With beautiful shrubs and flowers fate- - And climbers, whose slender lingers wound The portico and the casement round. T.arge trees there were, whose deep shadows fell Across the lawn, bv the old stone wall ; Each one had been'kept with a loving care, For a parent's hand had placed it there. And now that Winter had passed away, And leaves were budding on every spray, And birds their love notes began to sing, Came back the band which had scattered been. Widely the casements were open thrown ; Softly the sunlight on picture shone ; Sweetly at sunset the organ’s tone Pealed through the rooms of that pleasant home. V>h. what memories clustered there! Blessing the heart of the young and fair ; Strengthening the soul of the older grown ; Whose lives with the perfume of flowers were strown. Tiie following reminds 11s of tv little nn ccdoto which we think we will tell first, so ns to ho a little ahead of our friend who narrates it : A couple of friends, sportsmen, fond of shooting and fishing, were on a troutiog ex cursion out in Sullivan County, whipping the east and west branches of the Oalicoon and the Monguup, in the month of May, some four or five years ago. When they left the rude hotel in the mor ning, where they lmd passed the night, they agreed to separate in pursuing their day’s sport ; and an agreement was made to ren dezvous at the tavern at sunset, and compare the result of the day’s labor, or “sport,” as it is gcnerully called. Well, about dusk one of the party arrived, and soon uftcr the other, and they compared their strings of fish. One greatly predominated ; it consisted of fifty-seven trout. “Did you catch all these yourself ?” “Why, how do you s'pose I got 'em, if 1 did’nt catch ’em ?” “That ain’t the question. Did you catch ’em ?” “Why, to be sure—I took every one of ’em myself.” Well, that seemed satisfactory ; httl, somehow or other, the discrepancy in the number of fish taken seemed to he rather peculiar ; so after supper the discomfited friend took n little boy one side, with whom his competitor hud fallen iu on his way hack to the tavern, and pitting a qarter of a dot' lar in his hand, said, “Did Mr. I’ catch all those fish he brought back with his own hook and line?” “Them lie had on that crotchet! stick ? Tie had two 0’ them sticks.” ‘Yes, yes —I know; but he did catch ’em all ?” "CWt say ; all t can say, is, that lie told me how, if any body asked me, l was’ut to say a word about them fish ; and I ain’t tt-goin’ to do it 1” The eat was out of the bag ( Now to the second story • “A gentleniuu who had carefully tfalficd up his servant in the way ho should go, so that when his wifo was present he might not depart front it, scat him with a box-ticket for the theater to the house of a young lady. “The servant returned when the gentle man anil bin wife were at dinner. lie had, of course, been told, in giving answers to certain kinds of messages, to substitute the masculine for the feminine pronoun, iu speuk ing of the lady. “ ‘Did you see him?' said the gentleman, giving him the one. " ‘Yes, Sir,’ replied the servant. ‘He said he'd go with a great deul of pleasure ; and that he'd wait for you, Sir.’ “ ‘What Was he doiug ?’ asked the wife, carelessly. “ 'He was putting on his bonnet,' was the reply. “It is said that there was ‘fat iu the fire’ immediately.” “Sonny, who’s your father l ' “Mr. Jenk ins.” “What Jenkins ?” “The Jenkins what kicked you yesterday for sussing our servant girl.” It is unnecessary to say the examination stopped there. tiuTZ laid a bright little fellow 011 the stand to assist him in his “experiments.” “Sir,” said the signor, “do you think 1 eonld put the twenty-five cent piece, which the ludy holds, into your coat pocket ?” “No,” said the boy, confidently. “Think not?” “I know you couldn’t,” said the little fel low, with great firmness. “Why not?” “’Cause the pocket is all torn out 1” Notes on the Mississippi.—The story is familiar of the man who took passage in a tlatboat from Pittsburg to New Orleans. [ He passed many dreary, listless days on his way down the Ohio and Mississippi, and seemed to be desponding for want of excite-' ment. Superficially he was quiet and inof fensive ; pratically he was good natured and kindly disposed. In the course of time the craft upon which he was a passenger put Into Napoleon, in the State of Arkansas, for groceries. At the moment there was a general fight extending all along the front of the town, which at that time consisted of n single house. The unhappy passenger, after fklgefling about, and jerking his feet up and down, as if he were walking on hot bricks, turned to a nsed-up spectator, and observed : "Stranger, is this a free tight ?” The reply was prompt and to the point: "It ar, and if you Wish to go irr, don't stand on ceremony. The wayfarer did go in, and in less time t him we can reluto the circumstances, he was literally chawed up. (Hoping his way down to the flat, his hair gone, his eyes closed, his lips swollen, and his face general ly mapped out ho sat himself down on the chicken coop and soliloquized thus : "So this is Na-po-lo-otl, is it ? upon my word it’s a lively olaee, and the only ouo at which 1 have had uny fun since I left home. Itrm<‘ nlbrnnr^i there me tones tlint will haunt us, tho’ lonely Our path o'er mountain or sea; There are looks that will part from us only When memory censes to lie ) There are hopes which our burden can lighted, Though toilsome ami steep he the way : Ami dreams Hint, like moonlight, cun brighten With a light that Is clearer than day. Souheii Citizens. —Recent events at San Francisco remind “Pismal Jeetnes” of ftqili hob's toast at a military entertainment: "Our citizen soldiery—invincible in puttee, and invisible in war. The First Okay 11 air. —Tis the silver thread that draws nlo nearer heaven I— Even now, as it lies quivering between mv lingers, sparkling with tho hues of the glori ous sun light, my thoughts that hate oeett too long earth--nurtured, are being softly spiritualized, and the other home, witii its |>eaf1y gates and golden streets, seems like a "far-ofT country” drawing near I It right forms of light a to revelling ftmid (lie immortal gleaming from the great White throne, and ho who last went home, seems stretching his jinternal arms toward me, as if once more to take me to his bosom. Alt I these are idlo thoughts, it may be ) but tho saddening real so often dims my vis* ion. that such phantasies ate sweet as lily-* belis amid rank and poisonous weeds. Tiie first gray hair 1 Shall I tell you of it? (Hi! it has woven many a gossimar link for me around the time-worn arches of memory. It was a sunshiny, summer-day, and as tho old man sat in his easy eliair, I with child liko fondness, was smoothing the rated masses about his noble brow. There is rt magic in tho gentle tone of a father’s voice, and as ho tremblingly told me of tho house hold dove, who hud years since gone to her rest, my spirit blended in blissful union with his, and together Wo went forth to meet her, Alas ! it was a mysterious interchange that divine love then effected when as I, a stranger in tho wide world, fifst heard a father’s tones. She, the fragile and the gifted, tho loved and tho cherished, crossed tho golden threshold, and jolued the sweet song of the redeemed. Then there were years of anxiety and weariness ; the helpless babe elnng to lire only by the tiniest thread, and the parent’s heart grew old witii alternate hope and fear. I was spared to him ; all he claimed of earth- and ns a heavenly iiglit made dear my woman’s missions to me, I began to labor and to love. lie was telling me of this so tenderly, when parting the glossy wavings about his forehead. The first gray hair l like a withered leaf upon the rose’s stalk, appeured in view. Ye may laugh who muy, but lias a similar tailsinau of enduring love and pro longed suffering never drawn a tear from your eyes ? Well, it is over now ! One by one the silver hairs were woven, until the "hoary head” became "a crown of glory” to him, becuuso “found in the wuy of righteousness,” 'Nellie” he whispered as on that last morn here on earth, his white locks were parted by the rippling breeze, and his dying head leaned heavily upon my bosom, ‘Nellie, home is near now; weep not bnt follow on!’ And unfalteringly and alone, tie passed up into the blossoming garden of our Lord. Now heaven seems very near to me, sometimes; and 1 cun uliuost catch the music of tiie spheres, as I hold this first gray hair to my heart, and dream of the two loved ones who are now us one—she who so quietly gathered her robes about her, ami flitted across tiie dark valley to shores of iiglit; and he who years al ter followed on, and having renewed his strength within him, stepped firmly down the receding shores, to return not again.— Olive lirunch. — —mm mu — Conversation between a Scbsciubrr and Editor ok a certain Morning Paper,— Sub, —Which is the right course for us to pur sue? Ed. —(Quoting classio authority)—Vich ever you pleuse, my little dear,’ — M , If >«■', NO. 19.