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T H I: TRINITY JOURNAL IS PC B 1.1 S 1! E 1> EVKKY SAIL' H l> A Y M (I1ISISO MY SEAMAN cioiiDOjf. H. J. SEAMAN, <*• E - GORDON*, Editori and Proprietors. Office on Main St. nearly opposite St. Charles Hotel. Terms. —The Jocrnai. will be furnished to sub scribers at the following rates : For one year $10 00 “ six mouths 5 00 “ three months 3 00 Advertisements conspicuously inserted on the following terms: One square, first insertion $1 00 For each subsequent insertion 2 00 J&»~ 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 .WBMtiG M.tTEltl.iLS, we are now prepared to execute every description of PL&m atPAweYPwwTiwo in the best style of the art, and with promptness and despatch. Orders from abroad for Advertising or Jon Printing, to ensure prompt attention, should in all cases be accompanied with the Cash. The Union is Safe. A Western poet, says the Kniekerlocker, com posed the following in just one hour by a Connec ticut clock. There can be no danger while there is so much “spirit" in the country : What! bust this glorious Union up. An’ go to druwin' triggers, Just for a thunderin’ parcel of Emancipated niggers? The eagel of Ameriky, That flu across the seas, An' throwed the bluddy British lion Ker-slump upon his knees ; Say, shall we rend him lim' from liin’. Won wiug wun way. an’ wun t'other An’ every sepperit pin-feather A flyin’ at the other ? It can’t be did ! Unpleasant Bed-Fellow. Many years ago, a young man, twenty-one years of age, and who 1 will call Daniel, was hired to work on a farm by Mr. Wallace, a man of considerable note as a farmer, in Massachusetts. Mr. Wallace had a daugh ter and a hired girl, both about eighteen years of age ; and Daniel, being of a steady turn, was not talkative enough to suit their fancy ; and after trying various plans and tricks without success, to—as they said— raise his ideas, they caught a large frog, and put it into Daniel’s bed. On going to bed he soon discovered the whereabouts of his bed-fellow, and pitched his frogship out of the window, and never afterwards betrayed the least sign of knowledge in regard to the joke. About a fortnight afterwards, Daniel found a lot of chestnut burrs, nearly as sharp as thistles, and contrived to deposit nearly half a peek in the girl’s bed ; and after the girls went to their room and hud time to un dress, he took a candle, went to the door, and rattled the latch, when the girl's put out their light and jumped -into bed, and such a squalling was never heard before Daniel now opened the door and stood in it with light in hand "I)an, torment your picture ; I wish you were as far beyond the light house as you are on this side,” said Sukey. "Why, what is the matter ? have you any I frogs there ?” said Dan. "Dan, if you don’t shut the door and clear out I will call Mrs. Wallace,” contin ued Miss Sukey. “I will call her myself if you wish,” said he. “Daniel,” said Anna Wallace, "if you will shut tlie door and go back to the kitchen, there shall be no more tricks or jokes put upon you by us, for six months, at least.” Daniel, thinking he had punished the girls enough, shut the door and left them. A few moments after this, Sukey came out to light her candle. "I thought you had gone to bed, Sukey,’’ said Mrs. Wallace. Sukey made no reply, but looked daggers at Dan, and quickly returned. After this scrape the girls put no more jokes or tricks upon Dan. lie was a steady faithful man —saved every dollar of his earnings, and six years from that time owned a good farm, married Anna Wallace, and was three years first selectman of the town, which lie after wards represented in the State Legislature. It is recorded on good authority, that a Frenchman, learning English, and anxious to say something very striking, in parting from the lady of his heart, carefully consulted his dictionary, and there linding that “to juck- V’ meant “ to preserve” hid her farewell, with the emphatic exclamation, “May Hea ven pickle you.” » A diffident lover going to the town-clerk to request him to publish the bans of matri mony, found him at work alone in the middle of a ten acre field, and asked him to step aside as he had something for his private ear. THE TRINITY JOURNAL. The following from the pen of the Irish patriot, Meagher, contains sentiments which will timl a responsive echo in the breast of every true American. It is a reply to an in vitation to attend the gram! Nicaragua mass meeting at the Park, in New York : “ Irish News’’ Omen, j No. 1.1) Ana st., May ill, 185C. \ My Dear Sir : —At the last moment I find myself unable to attend the meeting in the Park. This 1 sincerely regret, since my sympa thies with the cause, in the name of which yon are assembled, are deep and earnest. Generous, brilliant, chivalrous—involving the great principles for which the best men have in all climes and ages stripped their swords to the fight—involving, moreover, the highest interests of the American people— it is worthy of the promptest aid and proud est homage. Any influence I possess—any elTort I can make—any service I can render—shall lie heartily devoted to the support of General \\ alker and the independence of Nicaragua. Poland, in 184(1, had my heart, and the best words I could utter. Sicily, rising up from her vineyards and cornfields in her beauty, end from the white summit of Etna waving her torch which sig naled all the young European nationalities to freedom. Sicily, in 1848, had my enthu siastic prayer. So too, had Hungary and Italy, and the glorious cities of the Rhine. What 1 was in the first blush of manhood, l am now, and ever shall lie. Republicanism, whether in the dungeon, in the field, on the scaffold, or triumphant in the Capitol, shall be the worship of niv life. Fought for most gallantly at this hour, upon the great high road of American com merce, you do not meanly w ait to hear of a victory to determine the measure of your sympathy in favor of the freedom of the beautiful country which binds the twooeeans together with a link of gold and silver. Your cheers are not the faint echoes of a triumph already won. They anticipate the glorious issue, and become its prophecies. The shouts in the Park to-day announce that the Hag of Costa Rica is torn down— the massacre of Virgin llay avenged—the treachery and defeat of Santa Rosa effaced in a flood of military glory—and that all the bells of Grenada proclaim through her sap phire skies, and all over her noble inland wa ters, and through her gorgeous forest, that Nicaragua is free, forever, from the native serviles and the foreign butchers in their pay. 1 am, dear sir, most faithfully, your friend, Thomas Francis Meauiier. Liberty is tlie child of storms. The tem pest which roeks her cradle, too often extin guishes her life. We are among those who believe that freedom will effectually counter work against its own excesses, but the agen cies of restraint may be tardy, while revo lution makes terrific haste. In a time of general indifference to existing evils, good men arc justified in wakening the populace by strong appeals ; but no sooner is a people fully aroused, than the universal liability to excess in all popular commotions, sets the same good men at devising means to calm and direct the angry tide of feeling. The time has now come for the exercise of this calm and far-seeing wisdom. We have hitherto endorsed the course of the Vigi lance Committee, because its existence had become sternly necessary, and its plans and acts, in all these hopeful, fearful weeks, have been eminently prudent and patriotic. We know the men who constitute the center wheel of this wonderful self-acting machine, and do not hesitate to declare that they are just and dispassionate in a high degree, and that they appear to he solemnly aware of the nature of the responsibilities which they arc bearing. r J Inis far not one misstep has brought them into disesteem, or given their vilifiers the coveted opportunity of reproach ing them With ciudity of conception or dum DEVOTED TO THE J VTEEESTS OF TRINITY COI NTY. AVEAVERV1LLE, TRIM TV COUKTY, CAL., SATURDAY MOIUMXG, JULY 12, 1856. To One in Heaven. BY KFFIK JOHNSON'. I>e I icon dreaming. s.ully dreaming Of the bright and happy hours WluMi thy smile was resting o'er me Like tiie sunlight o'er the flowers. And I feel thy hand's soft pressure Thrilling all my heartstrings o'er. And 1 see thy dark eve beaming Gently on me ns oi' yore. When the twilight shadows deepening, Tell us of the day's decline, Still l hear thy soft voice whisper “ Would a poet's lmrp were mine?” To the night's mysterious mtts : c Still in speechless awe I bow ; Beam the same bright stars above me ; Hut oh; dearest! where art thou ? Far away among the angels Now a “ golden harp * is thine ; Swiftly, swiftly speed the hours When thy resting-place be mine. An Interesting Letter. We Trust and Tremble. siness of execution. In all the attempts which have been made to entrap them, the way of the wicked plotters has been turned npside down. So uniform an exhibition of sagacious intrepidity lias rarely been given by large bodies of men called suddenly to gether by high excitement. The solemn and earnest chivalry of the Revolution appears to animate every breast. But it were too much to expect of human nature, that in so large and heterogeneous a body as the Vigilance Committee, there should be found no explosive members — Here lies onr apprehensions. Such is the temper of the public mind, that one rash act m’ght change the entire character of a rev olution which, up to this j oint, has been peaceful beyond precedent in the annals of the world. One false step may involve eon set|Ucnces which arc not to be contemplated without horror. Unusual sobriety of lan guage should characterize every vigilant at this juncture. The enemies of reform, whose press in this city scruples at no degree of baseness, are entirely reckless of consecpien- i ces, so that they may restore the reign of rullians and prevent their own exposure to ttW'day. Let Vigilants remember, that they have undertaken to reform unendurable vi ces ; not to cast indiscriminate censure up on rulers, or display their prowess in arms. C'/iristia n Advccate. An Englishman in America. Mr James H. Warren, nn Englishman, writes to the London Sfiijjung Gazette, from Ihiffnlo, as follows : “ I have now made the tour of the States of North America, and think it probable I can give your readers some useful informa tion. I landed in New York city ten months ago, and have spent tnv time in studying the character and customs of these people, and must confess that if I remained ten years the result would lie the same ; and I know very little about them. Hut upon one point—na tional pride—men, women and children arc all alike, and the idea of any nation of Eu rope, or the whole of them put together, conquering this country, is absurd to them. Everybody reads the papers, and a good hu mored urchin used to rate me soundly at Philadelphia for our failures in Sebastopol.’’ He says he has conversed with intelligent merchants, and was astonished at their indif ference in regard to a war with England, as well as much impressed with the reasons which they gave him for not fearing the re sult of such a contest, lie says that they told him that 1 500.000 Minnie rifles could be ready by the next spring —that 50 steam ers of 4000 tons each, could be built and launched in eight months—that 500 of the fastest privateers in the world, could be pro vided in less time ; that 80.000 enrolled fish ermen could be obtained, and 500.000 men could bo concentrated at any point on tin* coast in a few days ! All this he believes not improbable. Mr. Warren has evident ly judged intelligently of what ho has seen in this country. In alluding to the conse quences of a war, he says : “ Mexico, Cuba, and the whole of Cen tral America would lie annexed in the South, and I have little doubt of Canada in the North ; millions of treasure and thousands of lives lost to England forever ; our com merce crippled in every sen, and some fight ing that will gladden the hearts of our tried soldiery.” “Now, what can we gain? A foot of territory ? Wc don’t want it ; and if we dill, six feet for the majority of our brave fellows, 1 fear, would lie the extent. Naval or military glory we don’t want, and as for the sand beach of the Musqnito King, it is a decided humbug. What would be the re sult to this country ? It would put her back in prosperity for half a century ; it would ruin thousands w ho are now in atflu ciicc, but would enrich thousands who are now poor. Hut the great advantage the Americans have, is that they can produce and manufacture everything they want ; the different climates afford this. They would get accustomed to their own goods and dis card ours forever. Hut the greatest injury to all parties, and I may say to the world, would lie the making of this nation of 25.- OtlO.OOO a w arlike people, and instilled with the love of war, the propagandists of Eu rope would have a fearful ally.” Florence Nightingale. Florence will hereafter be u favorite name for girls. Thousands of mothers (says the Evening Post) are naming their daughters after the noble and self-sacrificing woman who went to the Crimea to soothe the suf ferings and bind up the wounds of those who had no other friends than the hospital nurses. They bestow the name on their chil dreu in the hope that they may in some de prcc resemble her. In a clever speech of Lord Ellesmere, lately made in the House of Lords, he refers to Florence Nightingale in these words : “ The vegetation of two successive springs has obscured the vestiges of Italkalava and Inkerntnn. Strong voices now answer to the roll-call, and sturdy forms now cluster round the colors. The ranks are full ; the hospitals are empty. The Angel of Mercy still lingers to the last on the scene of her labors, but her mission is all but accomplish ed. Those long arcades of Scutari, in which dying men sat up to catch the sound of her footsteps or the flutter of her dress, and fell back on the pillow content to have seen her shadow as it passed, are now comparatively deserted. She may probably be thinking how to escape, as best she may, on her re turn, the demonstrations of a nation’s appre ciation of the deeds and motives of Florence Nightingale.” Of course, this allusion was hailed with repeated cheers. What Irishmen think of Herbert. The Irish Xetcs, edited by Thomas Fran cis Meagher, thus speaks of the murder of Keating l>y Herbert : \Yc li ave purposely refrained until now from alluding to this horrible event. Strong ly as we felt, we thought it better not to an ticipate the opinion of the press at large That opinion has been fully and boldly ex pressed. From one end of the country to the other, an indignant denunciation of the brutal perpetrator of the crime has broken out. Everywhere there is the deepest sym pathy for Keating. Everywhere we (iml ex ecrations heaped upon the head of Herbert The American press has in the noblest mail tier proved itself the champion of the inno cent and the chastiser of the guilty. So loud and coarse have been the oppro bious words and slanders flung, these two years past, upon the Irish in America ; with so bitter an ingratitude have they been pro nounced unworthy to share the privileges and honors of the republic ; so fiercely have they been threatened with proscription ; we were somewhat fearful lest, in this ease,jus tice would not Vie done between the parties. We confess ourselves grievouslsy mi.-dnkcn. It has been done. 1'rompt, rigorous justice has been done. Poor Keating lies there in his red grave, and thousands of manly voi ces all over the country bewail his fate.— Herbert bangs upon a gibbet at tlm gale of the Capitol, amid the hootings of the people. The event tenches two great lessons. It warns the arrogant and brutal, that the poor man to whom God has assigned tin humble lot in the community, is not to be struck down by the murderer with impunity. It warns them that the spirit of the Republic watches over the lowliest of her children, and for every w rong done them that a terri ble retribution shall be e.xaeted. On the other hand, the public expressions which have followed full and fast upon the murder, should satisfy, even the most timid or suspi cions of our countrymen, that, though lue tionists may rail at them, deriding their creed, race, and poverty, there is no reason for them to be alarmed. On the contrary, they should rest convinced that the laws, the constitution, and above all, the chivalrous and generous spirit of the people of the Uni ted States, will see them protected, honor ed and avenged. Herbert may not die by the hand of the Sheriff. But he lives to walk the streets, and journey by boat and ears, and sit at the public table of the hotel, with the damning brand of Cain upon bis forehead. The pub lic opinion of America, expressed through her press, has marked him with the blood of Thomas Keating. The brow on which it has been stamped shall never be white again up on this earth. Worth Tei.i.ixo.- Mrs. Polly lineman, of Birmiughain, Connecticut, is in her fi2dyear. Her husband, Tracy lineman, died a short time since, he was two rears tiie senior of his w ife. They had iiveil in the same farm house sixty-nine years. They had a family of nine children, the eldest of whom is now 7i», and was married when she was 14. Of the grand children there are now forty-nine, the oldest of whom is 5fl years. There are one hundred and fifty-six great grandchildren. The family enjoy iron constitutions. This venerable woman cun cull two hundred and thirty of her lineal pedigree around her thanksgiving table. Their united ages now amount to 7,724 years ; so that, if this fami ly had followed each other consecutively, the first might have been an old lady of seventeen hundred summers at the day Adant woke up, and ate forbidden fruit with his partner. Our Connecticut old lady in tends to taken long journey next week be hind the “iron horse.” .She to have a free ticket, i The Poor Man's Home. They ‘‘av that mine is a humble home, Ami t''ey call me very poor ; Yet are the prints of the fairies' feet All o'er my sar.di d Hoor : Ami I hear sweet sounds of nvithfulnoss. That greet me at break of day ; Aid the fa'r'es I right come actors my path Ere I start with my spade away. Ami when at eve T atn safely housed, One ffcirv w ill sl'ce my bread ; And a little one will climb my knee, For a kiss ere she go* s to In d. Then let them prate of their houses r'eb, Of their jewels, and silver and gold; 1 have what is belter—fairies bright, Whose love is not to be sold. [F rom tlic Ootdcn Era.] Manuscript found in a Deserted Cabin. B V NAPTHA. * * * Ai.onk ! Alas! I'm all alone ! Home, friends, happiness, all arc torn from me, and I must wander on through life, a miserable, despised, c«un|»nnionlosR being — Life ! why should I eherisliit? Whateliarm is left of all those which once caused me to believe my path strewn with eternal, undy ing roses, to soothe or expand the withered heart of one who, in his youth, has with drawn from the world and its pleasures ? ’Twus not always thus. Ah, no ! Once life seemed perpetual spring, with no cloud to thwart the sunlight from blithe and mer ry youth. 1 hud a fond and loving mother, who, caressing and petting, ealled me her darling boy. Oh ! how l loved that mo ther ! liut she could not. always remain to me, and 1 saw the unmistakable s'gns of decay a wrinkled, care worn brow, silver ing lini' 1 , and anon a tremulous voice and tottering footsteps stealing o'er her, and I saw she soon must leave me. The thought was unutterable agony ! At last she faded and passed away—the pure spirit winged its flight to God, and one of the charms which bound me to earth was severed. Now all are broken, and 1 long to go after her.— My young heart seemed bursting, ns 1 fol lowed her to the grave, and there gazed, with a soul-coucoutratcd look upon the re mains of my mother. Years have passed away since then ; 1 shall never meet her more. Her course is eternally onward ! mine—I dare not think of it; but there my be a hope for me yet. ♦ * * * * #1 I loved with all the ardor of a passionate soul ; the object of my nflVetious returned my devotion, and at length we wore united 1 was happy, then—so happy ! Hut my bliss was to intense to be lasting. She was lured from the path of virtue by a villain, and would have fallen had I not sent her soul to heaven before it wnsstnined by crime. Gradually a terrible suspicion of her infi delity forced itself upon me. I struggled, resolutely struggled, against eonvietion ; but the proofs were too strong ; I was forced to believe her false. /V letter fell into my hands, and l learned that her honor yet re mained spotless. I vowed that it should never be stained. I took her life that she might not sin. liven now the blood curdles in my veins, as 1 think of the look of re-, proaeh she east upon me, ns the life blood i, is oozing from a wound in her bosom, in dieted by my unsparing baud. It haunts me in my dreams, and m my waking hours, whichever way I turn, I meet that awful gaze ! 1 was arrested and tried for murder, but 1 had committed no murder ; 1 hud saved a soul from damnation. They said I was mad and 1 was confined in a dungeon. Ha ! ha ! ha ! ’Twus a strange madness iiy the blow which gave her eternal life, perhaps I have condemned my soul to the regions of the damned, where a terrible remorse of conscience will eontin ually harrow my spirit ; but I am content, for she will look down from the realms of immortality, and suppl'cato the pardon of the Almighty for her Savior. Immortality ! What a world of meaning is there contained in that word ! Immor tal! (‘an it be real, or a Btupcmluous fable, that there goes birth from the decayed tene ment of clay u bright and eele tiul sjsrit, which shall exist during the unknown ages of an endless eternity ? It must ho so ; for the great ( rentor, being a perfect embod iment of almighty love, could not have cre ated man to live a life of misery mi earth, ami dying, become entirely extinct. So ; man was created for u higher destiny the sojourn on earth being the trial to which the material is subjected t<> test its worth. All mankind will eventually reach this home of the happy. It is worse than folly for di vinesto urge the statement upon the minds of their followers that limn will exist in a future state of eternal misery. Madman, though they cull me, 1 am not mad enough to believe this. (!un it be tliut the Almighty, loving mail as we know lie loves us, would have created us that far the greater portion might writhe in a lake of living lire, us i« ffgai ;Le linloit v . , . on ; it it were so, the great and good Being would be an ob j ject of fear and hate to mankind, glorying in ( the misery of his creatures. And also the justice of our loved but misunderstood father must suffer by such a doctrine. Is it in ac cordance with Ilis reputed justice, to assert that man can commit enough sin in three score years to justly be entitled to "this lake of Are” for millions of years? Away with such doctrines ; a mulmnn knows bet ter than this. The spirit will doubtless be troubled for a time by a remorse of con science, in a degree compared to the m.\* uitnde of its earthly sins. But sooner or later we must all know w hat now appears an unfathomable mystery; the time is approaching; hours dash tumul tuously past, and are gone forever; days fol low; weeks and months succeed; years corao on in the train, and still the universal march goes on! Where will be the end? Ages pass away, leaving scarce a trace of their existence, and time is absorbed in eternity! What is man compared with the power of the mover of the universe? Big, pompous, mighty, 11tie man, who stmt and frets his brief hour upon the stage of life, then parses away and is forgotten! The memory of his deeds passes away with him, or is soon obliterated by the improvements and ad vancements ot knowledge of the next cen tury. Hunk ot tb s, ye mighty minds of the nineteenth century! ye who are struggling for renown, no matter how obtained, that voiir names may lie handed down to posteri ty with reverence—that, though ye spend your short I ves in conte ntions for honor, and persuade yourselves that the world must acknowledge your merit, few of us who are now matured, will live to cross the bolder of the twentieth century; yet many of us will live to see the mighty works of the pres ent age surpassed in a great degree, and hear the names of our greatest spoken of us ordinarily talented men, though nourishing in a comparatively unenlightened age. A few now living may exist to know that "lint is no" considered the very acme of arts mid sciences', are mere indications of the dawning of itn intellectual morn. Ono hundred years from this date what will be thought of a Napoleon, a Nicholas, or an Alexander? Wlmt will lie thought of our ('lay and Webster? Though the ono has entranced thousands by the brilliancy of Ids oratorical powers, ami the other called forth deep-resounding echoes from the bosoms of his countrymen by his mighty logic, they are gone, and "ill be considered as faint lights of a dink ago. lloary old Time turns his back contemp tuously upon the past, and resolutely beck ons on the future. Nothing can withstand his ravages; everything yields to his influ ence. He is mined with mighty weapons, beneath the blows of which 'thrones, kings,, and all earth's proudest things nre crumbled; la the dust.’ There is one mime, however, upon the records of our country which time can never wholly obliterate. The immortal name of \\ a him,ion will ever remain en gendered in letters of living fire upon the dome of Liberty’s temple, a beacon to light in future generations to personal honor aud I national glory. A Touching Scene. A Into iiiiin I it*r of the Norfolk American mentions the following affecting incident : A gentleman well known in our city, was the other day walking in one of onr come tries, when lie hoard sobs and half uttered exclamations, rendered indistinct by emo tions. The voice was evidently that of a young person. Turning in the direction of the sound, lie beln'ld a small gill, leaning over one of the graves made last summer, . weeping ns though her little heart would brook. Every moment almost she would ! exclaim “ Father, <) ! Father, why don't you gome, I mu waiting for you.” The gen tleman could not for some moments speak to her, the effect upon him was electrical, and a tear begun to form in his eye. Jlc conquered his emotion, however, and learned from her that “ they bad placed her hither there, and she warded him Through the long cold winter site had fw.gsAten where her parent was laid and she had come to seek Inin. The history needs no comment Irom u«. Its simplicity and beauty must go tight to the heart of all who read it. Eouknzo Dow once said of n grasping avaricious farmer, that if he had the whole world enclosed in a single field, he would not be content wit limit a patch of ground on tho outside tor potatoes. An Iitisini.v.v who had been fined several weeks in succession for gettiuw <*- ■ link, coo!v pCOPOspn ' iue judge that lie should take him by the. v< nr at a reduced rate KO. 25.