VoL. VII, No. 16.] PUBLISHED BY THEODORE H. GREMER. The "JOURNAL" will be published every Wednesday morning, at two dollars a year, if paid IN ADVANCE, and if not paid within six months, two dollars and a half. No subscription received for a shorter pe• riod than six months, nor any paper discon tinued till all arrearages arc paid. Advertisements not exceeding one square, will be inserted three times for one dollar, and for every subsequent insertion twenty five cents. If no definite orders are given as to the time an advertisement is to he continu ed, it will be kept in till ordered out, and charged accordingly. POETRY. The Cottage Home. BY F. A. DURIYAGY.. thy cottage home! my dearest! With its waving linden tree, With its, dowers, and its foliage, And its bounding rill I see,— Thy father, in his old arm chair, With his watch dog at his feet, Is listening to the wood bird wild, That trolls his carols sweet. Thy gentle aister! hand in hand, She trod with thee the green, Or sported with thy brothers gay, Blithe as a May day queen ; Ah! swiftly, when she sang to us, The happy hours flew past, Or wore the flowrets that she twined, To crown onr gay repast. r Bridal eve! my dearest! Ah! can we ere forget, With tears of joy, and grief, our eyes That holy hour were wet,— They're gone—our old companions,— Thy mother and thy sire— They sleep beside the village church, In the shadow of its spire. The early violets blossom Above thy sister's grave, But o'er thy gallant brothel's, Deep rolls the ocean wave. The melody of other days, Their memory recalls— Thu' silent waves the linden tree Above the cottage walls. Thy cottage home! my dearest! With its waving linden tree ; It's warm true hearted inmates, In memory's glass we sec. And, hand in hand, we'll tread the path, And con the lesson given, And guard the faith that tells Us hope, To re-unite in heaven. MISCELLANEOUS. From the N. Y. Ladies Companion. THE CJIPTITmE PRZXCE. BY KRI3. CAROLINE MINE. Mine has.been the fate of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are banned and barred." [The Prisoner of Chilton, In one of the apartments of Windsor Castle, remote from those occupied by the royal family, sat James, the son and heir of Robert 111, King of Scotland. Books ut classic lore, and those containing the 'productions of the most celebrated poets of England and other countries were ar ranged on shelves. while a few favorite volumes lay on the table on which he lean, ed. He held a pen in his ham' and a piece of paper lay before him, on which were traced a tew poetical lines, but the free and joyous song of the birds, borne on the summer breeze through the grated windows, by reminding him that he was a captive, smote upon his heart and banish• ed the bright dreams that fancy had sum. mimed up. flaying been made a prisoner by Henry IV, at the age of eleven, while on his way to France, whither his father had sent him that he might escape the danger to which fie was exposed by the ambition of the Duke of Albany, he was not only retained in captivity the remainder of that King's life, but during the whole reign of his suc cessor, Henry V, in order to prevent the alliance of Scotland and France. Henry I'Y having had the generosity to bestow on him an excellent education, and pos sessing a taste for poetry and music which he successfully cultivated, the young prince was enabled to beguile Many an otherwise weary hour ; yet, with all these mental re sources were there times when the chains -of captivity galled him to the quick, and Itclvould have given worlds to have cx• THE JOURNAL. changed his lot with that of the meanest peasant. He rose and went to the window. The prospect of the Thames and the surround ing country, dressed in its summer garb of verdure and bloom, was beautiful, and there were times when he could gaze on it with the loving eyes and impassioned feel• ings of the poet; but now his heart was far away amid his native hills where in childhood he used to rove at will, and his eyes grew dim with tears. As he lingered at the window to catch the coolness of the breeze on his burning brow and throb bing temples, he succeeded in gradually subduing his feelings to that stern and determined composure learned only in the school of adversity and attained only by those who have the power and will to sub mit uncomplainingly to its iron decipline. The royal gardens lay below, but owilig to the iron bars that crossed his window, that portion nearest the buildings was con cealed from his view, and all at once lie became conscious that a soft female voice occasionally mingled its melody with that of the wild brid's carol. Notes of so much sweetness, lie imagined could proceed on• ly from the loveliest of lips, he earnestly desired to obtain a view of the songstress. His wish seemed like!y to remain ungati• tied, as she continued in that part of the garden which he was debarred from be • holding. At length, however, she emerged to view, and approsching a large rose•bush, commenced plucking some of the half blown flowers. The Prince had never before beheld a face and form so perfectly beautiful. It was at so early an hour that she probably imagined there were no watchful eyes to observe her, and her rich Chesnut hair, unrestrained by golden bod kin or jeweled braid, fell in long, glossy ringlets over a neck of almost dazzling whitenesss, at every motion sweeping the dew from the glittering leaves of the rose bush as she bent over it, It is singular how the lineaments, the voice, and peculiar air, even after having been long lost, are sometimes revived in a decendants. The features of this lovely creature were almost the same as those which have so long . since been made fa ' miliar by the portrait of Mary Queen of Scots. The rich, ripe lips, wore the same expression of pensive tenaeciiC;e, the soft brilliant eyes were shaded by the same! long and silken lashes, and the outline of the exquisite chin and throat melted as harmoniously into that of the snowy neck. Gathering a few other flowers valuable for theirgreat perfume, she arranged the whole into a boquet, which having tied with a band of silk floss, she left that part of the garden and was lost to the Prince's view. lteseating himself at the table and taking the pen, which a few minutes before, he had abandoned, he rapidly' sketched one of those little songs which have since been attributed to him under the name of Scotish Melodies. He then took a harp which sat in one corner of the room, and soon adap• ted the lines to a simple and beantitul air, with which he resolved to greet the fair lady of the boquet, should she again appear alone in the garden. By means of Sir Anthony Barley, his keeper, he ascertains ed that her name was Joanna Beaufort, and that she was of the blood of royal En- gland. He soon had the opportunity which lie desired to try the effect of his song, the words of which were so pointed, that she could not be at a loss to know that she was the person addressed. The `Prince could even discern the deepening of the rose-tint on her cheeks as she slow ly turned away, but the high grated win- Idows of his prison, sunk deeply into the ' heavy walls, precluded her from obtaining I even an indistinct view of his person, which she gladly would have done by stealth through the &wry hedge behind which she retreated. She only knew that the minstrel was prince James of Scotland, whose fate had frequently been the private theme of conversation among the ladies of the court. Strongly was she tempted, the tollowin o i , morning, to visit her lavorite rose-bush, but she resisted the ihclination, although, while she was gathering some roses far less beautiful, where she could not obtain even a glimpse of the prisoner's window, she would hear him singing the same song to which she had listened the morning preceding. Each day, by . early dawn, did the Prince repair to his window, in the hope to again behold her who had inspired him with such lively sentiments, of admiration and love. It was his fate to be disappointed. One day, near its close, when on her way to the apartments of the Qneen, Jo anne Beaufort encountered a minstrel, who, lowly bowing, requested her to in. quire ot her grace, if she would listen to a few Scotish songs. She conveyed the message, and Catharine who might find the English court somewhat dull, in com parison with that ot her own country, or. dered him to be admitted. He was tall and finely formed, and wore the plaid of his country with much grace. As he en. tered, he lilted his bonnet from his brow, which he carefully consigned to the floor, displaying a profusion of glossy raven "ONE COUNTRY, ONE CONSTITUTION, ONE DESTINY." HUNTINGDON, PE)NNSYLVANIA, WEDNESDAY, APRIL 27, 1842. curls. flaying respectfully greeted the Queen, he ran his fingers over the strings of the hail) by way of prelude, and then in a clear manly voice commenced his song. At the sound of his voice, Joanna Beaufort started, and to conceal her agi tation from the Queen, sunk back into the recess of a window. As he sung, the minstrel kept his eyes fastened on the floor. Once only he ventured to raise them to the face of the fair girl who stood opposite to him, and then his voice falter. tered, and his fingers roved over the harp strings, with an unsteady and doubtful touch. It might have been the reflection of the heavy crimson curtains that shaded the window, but as she turned from its gaze, a color broke over her cheeks deep as the half-blown rose that nestled in the snowy folds of het handkerchief that shaded her bosom. "Sir Minstrel," said Queen Catharine gaily, as he closed his song," thou art mas ter of thy art, and if Harry of Monmouth had not already • won me, and borne me) from my dear sunny Fiance, 1, would re-, fuse to listen to his suit till he could win me with a lay as sweet as thine. Now sing us a somewhat merrier ditty, and then we must dismiss thee, for the long shades which been to be cast upon the floor, would remind me, did not my heart do so, that the hour is at hand for ire to visit the young Prince." • " Your Grace's commands shall be obey ed," he replied, " though I have little cause, and still less heart for a merry 4 rAh," said Catharine, " thou must gn to France, where the sons of Appollo lind favor as well as those of Mars." The minstrel was about to commence his second song, when a stir was heard in the passage. The door was thrown open, the King announced, and the next moment Henry V entered the apartment. At the first intimation of the King's approach, the minstrel had obtained permission from the Queen to withdraw, and had sunk back into the shadowy part of the room that he might glide thence unnoticed, as soon as the passage through the•door should be un obstructed. He was in the act of execu• ting his intention, when he caught the eye of the King, who commanded him to re• main, !!c clv,yzil, retreating still further into the gloom. Joanna Beaufort turned pale and without knowing what she did, plucked the leaves from the beatiful rose in her bosom, and then bent over the life less stem, as if the bloom and perfume still remained. " It is only a poor minstrel from Scot• land," said the Queen, whom 1 suffered to enter for mine and Mistress Beaufort's livertisement," It would better content me," replied the King, to entertain one soldier, than a dozen minstrels, and I would prefer to see a parcel of right active lads play a game at leapfrog, than to hear• a song from each of the dozen." A.h, your majesty Dever heartl this minstrel. If you would ott:y please order him to sing, you would surely alter your mind." " Thy sweet voice, Kate, and the prat, tie of the infant Prince, are music enough for me. But I will not cross thy desire. Stand forth, Sir Minstrel, where thou canst catch a glance of light from yonder window, and sing us a soldier's song." Ile stepped forward with a reluctant and embarrassed air, and commenced singing with a fluttering voice. Uradully his em barrassment subsided, and as he finished, , with a look of majesty and grace of which Henry himself might have been proud, he turned to the King and requested leave to withdraw. Henry waved his hand in to ken of assent, and kept his eyes fixed upon him till lie had quitted the apartment.— Ile sat a few moments, apparently absor• bed in thought, and then abruptly address ing Joanne Beaufort, demanded if she knew the minstrel's name. " I never saw him till this evening, please your majesty," she replied." " I shrewdly suspect he is no more a wandering minstrel: than the wandering Jew. Alfred ?" A lad in waiting stepped forward a few paces. " Go to the hall," said Henry, " and if the minstrel he there, say that 1 command that ho receive liberal entertainment, but a guard must be set over tam for the present." Joanna Beaufort made a movement as if she too, intended to leave the room soon after the departure of the pace. "Nay, Mistress Beaufort," said Henry, in a playful yet decided tone, "we shall not permit thee to leave us at present. A handsome lass should not be trusted in company with one of those minstrel boys, or ten to one there will be some love pus. sages between them." Thus rebuked, with cheeks glowing with mingled shame and indignation, she sunk back again into the recess of the win dow. Having, in truth, suspected that the minstrel was no other than his royal prisoner, for, although many years had passed since he had seen him, the last and only time being long before his accession to the crown, the grave and thoughtful, yet handsome countenance of the captive Prince, made an impression on his memo ry which the jovial and reckless manner in which he spent his time, had never the power to efface. Though naturally of a frank and generous disposition, the Ring seems to have been actuated by a narrow and illiberal spirit with regard to the Prince, for he refuses! to liberate him after the alleged cause of his capture no longer existed, Scotland having already entered into an alliance with France. In w short time the page returned with the information that the minstel, before he had decended to the hall, had departed, no one could tell whither. however qui et and composed Joanna Beaufort might be in her general demeanor, at this intelli gence, had not the increased gloom pre vented, a marked change inight have been seen to pass over her countenance, and there was certainly a blight excess of gaiety in her manner—so thought Catharine— when directly afterwards she invited her to accompany her to the apartment of the young Prince. Henry immediately sent to assure himself that'Prinee James was in his own room, and then, instead of visit ing his infant son, as was his custom at that hour, he took opportunity to speak to Sir Anthony Darley, relative to the priso ner, and ^action him to keep a strict eye upon his movements. Several evenings af (cowards, as Joanna Beaufort was passing from► the Queen's apartment to her own, site was met by a person whom she did nut recognize by the impethict light, who in !nosing her slipped a piece of paper into her hand. W hen site ari ived at her chamber site found it was a note addressc►t to herself. If the benevolence of your heart has led you to feel the least interest in the fate of the unhappy Prince who is it prisoner in the castle, repair at eleven o'clock to the little wood, which skirts the royal gardens on thi cast. Lady Hester Barley, wife of the Prince's keeper, who will nut betray the confidence reposed in her, is Willing to accompany you, and will call at your a pa el Amt for that purpose at the hour pro posed. Think of the eighteen years which he has passed in captivity and exile, and your heart will not permit you io refuse." Trembling with agitation, which had in it more of pleasure than of pain, she seat ed herself by the table, resolved to con sider the matter coolly and deliberately. But how could a young and lovely girl think thus upon a subject which afforded such scope for imagination, romance and sentiment, when her love and pity were already so warmly enlisted as regarded the Prince. Every objection which presented itself to his mind was overcome by those powerful pleaders, and before the arrival of the specified !Ml', she had fully resolv ed on repairing to the wood. Entwining a few rose-buds which had been kept fresh in a vase of water with her beautiful hair, she awaited the arrival of Lady Hester Dailey. Soon a light tap was heard at the door. It was Lady Hester, and slip ping on a short silk cloak with a hood, which she drew over her face, gave her hand to her conductor, and they proceeded with hasty and light footsteps along the corridor, at the extremity of which Lady Hester unlocked a &me which admitted them to a more private passage, and here not a solitary lamp was burning to enlight en their way, nor did they dare to take one lest it should gleam through some cre vis or flash through some window or door. But they were too familiar with the way to be bewildered, and in a few mins utes they found themselves in the open air. Although the beams °fan unclouded moon lit up the heavens with a brilliancy little inferior to the light of day, and wreathed with silver the ripples that broke over a small irregular lake, which formed a beau tiful boundary to the garden for a short distance, the shadows of night lay heavily on each leaf-embowered covert and flowry recess, so grateful during the noontide heat. Often did cower in the deep shade of some coppice as they mistook the breeze murmuring among the leaves for the whis pers of a human voice, and more than once they shrunk back with terror as sonic bough swayed by the winds cast its sha dow across their path. As they entered the wood, Joanna drew more closely to her companion's side, who led her to an opening. A man mulled in a cloak ad vanced to meet them. As lie drew near he suffered the folds that shrouded his face to fall, mid at the .531110 time taking off his cap he revealed the features of the Minstrel.— The moonbeams fell brightly on his high and motile brow, round which his dark and waving hair luxuriantly clustered, and the somewhat haughty expression of his hand• some mouth was now softened by one of most melancholy and w'rining sit lea.— As she listened to his deep musical voice breathing eloquence and poetry of passion, she remembered not that he w as a captive ; she forgot even, that could he by any chance regain his liberty, he might claim I a crown—she beheld only one of the most I fascinating and noble of men, to whom she felt a pride in yielding the whole trea• sure of her affections. The Prince raised his eyes to the sweet blue sky, which seemed spread like a banner of love over ; the opening where they stood, which at this hour was as silent and appeared as lonely as If in the heart of a deep forest. lit was the first time for many, many years, that he stood In the open air with none near to guard him, and by their presence remind him of his bondage. Calmer and more reflective thoughts succeeded the delirium of joy width he felt at finding that his love was returned. "To what end," thought he, "should I seek to link the destiny of this lovely and innocent girl with mine, save to make hes feel the weight of the chains which are daily dragging me to the earth?" and he offered to release her from the promise which lie had sought to obtain with so much ardor. She replied--." While my heart is yours my promise remains. When I take back the one, you may be assured that you no lodger possess the other." kt this moment, Lady Hester stepped forward and directed their attention to a light which gleamed from the Prince's window. It was the signal which Sir An thony Darley had promised to display at midnight, the hour at which his prisuder had promised to return. It shone with a calm, unwavering light, and seemed to the lovers like a star, which though it hovers near the cloud, pours beams of peace and promise on the tempest-tost mariner. Its' influence may appear strange, but they , parted from each other full of happy thoughts, and buoyed up with hopes, Mdcli, to them, that serene and lonely light gleaming front the prison tuun► was an emblem. • As Lady !fester and her youthful Com • panion were about to emerge from the , wood, a man darted across the path wound along by the shore ot•the lake,and couched beneath the shelter of a neighboring cop pice. They stopped, greatly alarmed, for they feared that their interview with the Prince had been discovered. They could not proceed without passing directly by the coppice, and after considerable hesita tion they retraced their steps and took the path which Priace dames had just made his cgess. It proved as they had feared. The King who, as has already been mentioned, sus• petted that the Minstrel whom lie met-in the Queen's apartmentwas his royal pris oner, had issued orders that the proceed ings of Sir Anthony Dailey, his keeper, should be strictly watched, and early the next morning Sii• Anthony received;infor !nation that another keeper was appointed in his room. When the prisoner was infbrmed of the change, he uttered no complaint, he did not even speak, but he felt that the thoughts, which a few moments before were teeming with hopes and anticipa tion, which though vague and half formed, had passed over his spirit.a soothing and most blessed power, must henceforth be. the darker for one bright and solitary gleam of that sunshine had flitted across his path. It was August. Two months had pass ed away and the country was in mourning for her King. Henry V. the "star of En gland," was dead. henry VI., being only nine months old, the kingdom was placed under the protectorship of his uncle, the Duke of Bedford, who was likewise, by the wilt of his late brother, appointed gent of France. It was a delightful evening—as lovely as the one in June when Prince James and Joanna Beaufort, accompanied by Lady Hester Harley, met for the first time in the wood. Autumn had planted a few touches of decay on the then fresh foliage, and spread a somewhat fainter hue over the heavens, but they were no less beautiful and serene, while a star less evanescent than the light that gleamed from the win dow, hovering near the crescent moon like a messenger of love, seemed to regard them with a look of benignity as they now stood on the same spot. The Prince had not now by the indulgence of his„keeper stolen trom a prison ; the council of Eng land, through the influence of the Duke of Bedford, had granted him his freedom.— By the same influence Joanna Beaufort was now his wedded wife, who listened with delighted attention as he clothed in glowing language the host of old memories which from childhood had been garnered in his heart, and were still fresh as the fltst sweet flowers of spring. In a few weeks the Prince hailed his native land, where he and his consort were crowned king and Queen of Scotland. OurDimeSTUCK.--"What do you ask for this article?" said Obadiah, to a mod est young Miss in one of our shops. •'Fifteen shillings, sir—it's a superb article" "Ynu are a Wile dear, are you MAT said Obadiah. .Why all the young men tell me so,' she replied, dropping, her eyes and blush nig. Obadiah can't , straight away. {W HOLE No. 328 VALUABLE RECEIPTS.—iIeIOW we give the fruits of some years industry in col. lectmg (Metal receipts. Many of them will be found exceedingly important:— Try them. Id preparing for a ball, it is better to put on the coat before buttoning it. Gentle men a Ito adopt this course will find that the job can be much sooner finished than by adopting a Mode directly the reverse. If particular despatch be desired, at the same time, never attempt to draw on the bout over the head. One half the time that operation will be found exceedingly difficult to accomplish. After joining the temperance society. ' great care should be observed in the choice and quality of drinks. Brandy, if taken in moderate quantities, will be sure Of cause intoxication, much sooner than cold water. The temperance man should nut be seen in the street very drunk in less than two or three weeks after he has taken the pledge ; %%hen he finds " too heavy a brick in his hat," he should remain at home. Immediately after purchasing an um brella, be careful to have the initials of your name eng raven upon the handle. as that is sure o prevent it being stolen.— Nobody would think of erasing your ini tials. It is an excellent notion when you fall down in the street, to pick yourself up be lure going much further. If a person wishes to make rapid headway, the pet.: peudicular position is infinitely preferable to the horizontal. II badly bitten by a surly cur, turn in stantly and bite the dog, in illustration of the maxim "the hair of the dog will cure the bite." A very good way to cure yourself of et habit of snoring in your sleep, is to sit up all night playing cards. One of the most effective mtans to pre serve shoe leather evci tried, is to walk upon the head. These are but a few of our receipts. Ate will furnish the public. with more of thenwmeen.—Pic. Tin: DULLNESS or HIGH following passages in the Memoirs of the Duchess of St. Albans, contain a sad and home truth: is Is ew persons have seen so Math of the various aspects, I may say of the two extremes of life, as myself; and few per. Sons, therefore, cad be better judges of the difference between great wealth ; but after all, this does not, by any means, consti. tute the chief and most important distinc tion between the high and low states. No —the signal, the striking contrast is not in the external circumstances, but in the totally opposite minds of the two classes as to their respective enjoyment of eXist ence. Thesociety in which 1 formerly moved was all cheerfulness, all high spir its—all fun, frolic, and vivacity ; they cared for nothing, thought of nothing, be yond the pleasure of the present hour, and to those they gave themselves up with the keenest relish. Look at the circles in which 1 now move; can any thing be more weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable," than their whole course of life 1 Why-, one might as well be in the treadmill as toiling in the stupid, monotonous round of what they call pleasure, but which, in fact, is very cheerless and heavy work. Pleasure, indeed! when all merriment, all hilarity, all indulgence of natural emotions, if they be of a joYlius nsture, are declared to be vulgar. There can be no cordiality where there is so much exclusiveness and prim ness; nut all is coldness, reserve, and universal ennui, el:Tit where this starch. ness of manner is unaccompanied by any very strict rigour in matters of conduct. Look, now, at those quadrille-dancers in the other room ; they have been supping, they have been drinking as much cham pagne as they liked ; the band is capital ; the men are young and the girls are pret ty ; and yet, did you ever see such crawl ing movements, such solemn looks, as if they were all dragging themseltes flirt:Mgt* the most irksome task in the world? Oh! what a difierent thing was a country dance in my younger days." A COUNTRY School.--“ Bible dictionary class. come up," said our schoolmaster. Who was Lot's wile?" Tilt pillow of salt what Moses laid his head on when he went up to Mount Sinai to (Ater his son Isaac up; cuz he had no sheep but himself to do otherwise." 4' Wliat is said about Jonahl" Jonah swallowed a whale, and was vmycked up the third day, with a passel of gdurd seed, which he „ •ave to the Queen of shebe for mending Ins trowsers, which he burst in stoinin' to get out of the lion's den where Daniel had main' Pulse and Pease's Candy,” 'Pathriek—how. if you had td die, would you prefer tlyine Drowning by wather, to be sure. 'Why so?" Faith, was it not lent Barney, a friend of mine, who had a thral of it, and told me it was the asiot death he ever la?'
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