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A L • . • - - : — ...miii r . .. l . 7.-- -. .t , ' , ..- ,g ids..:. - . -..\ '' •'.....:!;^ \+: .. ........ 1. :'. -. ..i'd.v.r , 4 . .... , ..•. . ---6 . .... . . 4,—. ...,...- ...... ,--- ca....--- : •_ - ___ . -. 7 .- . - AkT 10 -i) ill i/ ' • FOR FARMER A l M I.,'Y C I-I A SIC.. lOcuoteb to Politics, News, Literature, poetrn, Mechanics, 'Agriculture, the Eliffusion of Useful Itformation, enteral 3ntelligence, 'Amusement, Illaruets, sic. VOLUME VII. THE LEHIGH REGISTER, is published in the Borough of .dllentown, Lehigh county; Pa., every Wednesday jIIX A. L. RULE, . At 150 per annum, payable in advance, and $2 00 if not paid until the end of the year.. Nu Taper discontinued, until all arrearakes are paid except at the option of the proprietor.- • - rir Office in Hamilton Street, one door East of the German Reformed Church, nearly opposite the 4.Friedensbote" Office. n. poetical Elepactinent. Harvest Hymn God of the rolling year ! to Thee Our song shall rise—whose bounty pours In many a goodly gift, with free And liberal hand our Atutunn stores; No firstlings of our flocks we slay, No soaring clouds of incense rise— But on thy hallowed shrine we•lay, Our grateful hearts in sacrifice. Borne on thy breath, the lap of Spring Was heaped with many a blooming dower ; And smiling Summer joyed to bring The sunshine and the gentle shower; And Autumn's rich luxuriance now. The ripening seed—the bursting shell The golden sheaf, and laden bough, The fullness of thy bounty tell. No menial throng, in princely dome, Here wait a titled lord's behest; But many a fair and peaceful home Bath won thy peaceful dove a guest ; No groves of palm of fields adorn— No myrtle shades or orangi bowers— But rustling means of golden corn, And fields or waving grain are ours. Safe is thy care, the landscape o'er Our flocks and herbs securely stray ; No tyrant master claims out store— No ruthless robber rends away, No fierce volcaon's withering shower— No fell simoun with poisonous breath— Nor burning sun, with baleful power, Awalte the fiery plagues of death. And here shall rise our.song to Thee, When lengthened vales and pastures lie And streams go singing wild and free, Beneath a blue and smiling sky, Where ne'er was reared a mortal throne, Where crowned oppressors never trod, Here—at the Throne of Heaven alone, Shall man in reverence bow to God. Fadeless is a Loving Heart Sunny eyes may lose their brightness ; Nimble feet forget. their lightness ; Pearly teeth we know decay;' Raven tresses turn to gray ; Cheeks be pale, and eyes be dim; Faint the voice, and weak the limb; But though youth and strength depart, Fadeless is a loving heart. Like the little mountain flower, Peeping forth in wintry hour, When the summer's breath is fled, And the gaudier flowers are dead; So when outward charms are gone, Brighter still doth blossom on, Despite Time's destroying dart, The gentle, kindly loving heart. Wealth and talents will avail When on life's rough sea we sail ; Yet the wealth may melt like ..now, And the wit no longer glow; hut more smooth we'll find the' sea, And our course the fairer be, If our pilot, when we start, Be a kindly loving heart. Ye In wordly wisdom old—. Ye who bow the knee to gold, Doth this earth as lovely seem As it did in life's young dream, Ere the world had crusted o'er • Feelings good and pure before— Ere ye sold at Mammon's mart The best yearnings of the heart Grant me, Heaven, my earnest prayer— Whether life of ease or care Be the one to me assigned, That each coming year may find Loving thoughts and gentle words Twined within my bosom's chords, And that age may but impart Riper freshness to my heart! (nom the Boston Post ) • Keep to the Right• ..Keep to the right as the law directs, For such is the law of the road. Keep to the right, whoever expects Security to carry life's load. Keep to the right with God and the World, Nor wander, though folly allures; Keep to the right, nor never be hurled From what by the statute is yours. Keep to the right, within and without— With stranger, and kindred, and friend Keep to the right, nor harbor a doubt That all will be well in the. end. A FAMILY NEWSPAI Keep to the right, whatever you do, Nor claim but your own on the way ; Keep to the right, stick to the true From morn till the close of the day. Ztlections. Two Nighls with the Dead. (Frain the Papers of the Traveling Dentist.) Believe me, reader, there is no spot. on earth where one's courage is wound up to the same painful pitch of intensity as in a graveyard at :nidnight, while engaged in the jackal trade of the resurrectionist. The deep silence of the scene ; the darkness; the whispered word of consultation ; the fear of interruption ; the white monuments about you ; the open grave at your feet, and the sheudred corpse within it, ell combine to send a chill to the stoutest heart. And now, sitting safely in my office, how deep a chill pervades the as I think of the events of that night, and day and night again, which .ant about to relate for your benefit. We were 'bound to have that subjeec.— As Seth said, it was Tone up,' and it was ridiculous, nay more, it was ungenerous and mean in the citizens of C— to keep watch and ward over the grave of one whom they knew not, save as a stranger, passing through and dying in their town. So, with an experienced party of four, beside our trusty old driver, (most trusty when most drunk.) we set out at an early hour in the evening, our object •being to do our work and eet away before the guard reached the spot at about nine o'clock. In this we suc ceeded. The grave was left as we found it ; and so artfully had everything been re placed, that had we left five minutes sooner, no suspicion would ever have been excited. But alas ! we had gone but a little distance on our return borne, when we heard the tramp of horses in pursuit. Old H—, the driver, laid on the whip most vigorous ly, but to no purpose. With muddy roads, five persons in a wagon, and a 'caput mor tuum to boot, we were no match in speed for our pursuers, all on horseback, and, as we had reason to suspect, all well armed.— There was no alternative ; we must be over taken. How to 'save the body'. was the question. A quarter of a mile ahead we' were to turn a sorrier in the road. Lying in the corner was a recently cleared field, with many stumps of trees remaining, which offered some chances for concealment.— Accordingly, some of us left the wagon, taking the 'subject' with us, while. El-- drove more slowly around the corner.—Be fore I knew how it happened, or by what process of discovery we had hit upon so lucky a hiding-place, we had mounted upon a high stump, and with some effort I had succeeded in dropping the 'dead-head' into the cavity of an adjoining stump which had broken off about twelVe feet from the ground. But we were late about it. Our pursu ers were already in the field. I was perch ed upon the top of the stub, and so near were they, that to spring to the ground • would betray our 'courage,' and most probably lead to my capture. The boys were mak ing for the wagon at a very praiseworthy rate of speed. So I gently lowered myself down into the cavity where we had just 'buried our dead,' hanging on to the top with my hands, to avoid too low a descent. In a moment our followers ' were about me. They had noticed our pause at this spot, and supposing that we had abandoned the subject, commenced a careful search for it. Of course I maintained a strict reserve as to my whereabouts. • An unlucky cough or sneeze would betray me ; and in that case I was elected for an 'imprisonment of not less than two, nor more than five years;' all of which I thought of during their tedious stay. At last they left, with an agreement to return in the morning and complete their search. But toy troubles were not over. I had hung so long suspended at arms' length by the hands, that on attempting to swing up again to the top of the stub, I found it was no go; and after several attempts, my cramped hands gave way, and down I went upon the head and shoulders of my depart ed friend and fellow- prisoner. The position was disagreeable, but I was over a. plucky fellow, and felt no wise discouraged until, after resting a while, I tried to clamber up out of my long chimney of a grave, and found the sides so smooth and slippery with damp as to serve an effectual 'no go' upon me. 'Verily,' thought I; 'the way of the transgressor is hard !' consoled myself for a while with the hope of a speedy return of my party, but hour after hour passed on, and they did not conic. Day broke, and as the sun rose in the heavens, the light crept down into my prison and illuminated the ghastly counte nance of my fellow-captive. His eyes were half Opened ; and, at.last, my nerves grow ing weak from hunger and long confinement in one position, I fancied that 1 saw upon his upturned, face a strange and cunning I leer ; riumphunt expression, as if he were chuckle g over the horrible scrape into which 1.. y attempt to disturb his rest had brought me. I shifted my position so that I could only see the back of his head and his bare shoulders, but the rascal had a kind of French shrug in the latter, which still left EIL ALLENTOWN, LEHIGH COUNTY, PA., JULY 27, 1853. the same impression on ray excited fancy. It grew cloudy and cold, and sleet and rain began to fall. My enemies of the night before returned, and completed their unsuc cessful search. I felt a strange temptation to cry out and reveal my hiding-place;' and had they come later in the day, I believe I should have done so. Nowt came. Hith erto my position had been one of great dis comfort, but not of actual suffering ; but as the day wore on,. (and oh, how slowly !) I began to feel the effects of fatigue, hunger, net and cold. I grew terribly nervous ! wept, and prayed, arid cursed by turns.— My companion, too.---how I grew to hate him, and at last to look upon hint as a sen tient and intelligent demon, who, by some horrible diablerie, had drawn me into a liv ing grave with him—and then I-thought of how, when the old tree should have cruel-' bled down with time, two skeletons would be found there, and only one suit of clothes; and how people would wonder ; what they would say about me, should the truth become known ; and whether they would pity me or not. Perhaps they would burn the field over, and we' should both be burned up, 'burned up with fire :' and I repeated it over and over again, 'burned up with fire.'— Then I thought how cold and hungry I was, and what my mother would say, could she know my situation ; aid I grew childish, and wept with the-same passionate grief as when a child. Toward the close of the day I had fretted myself into a quarrel with the dead man, and curling down within reach, I struck him with my fist, and stumped upon him. • When night came, I was glad. I was so cold and benumbed that I felt no longer the gnawings of hunger, and from sheer- ex haustion my nerves had grown quiet. Fo'r the first time I wished to sleep. I fixed myself as easily as possible, and repeating the old nursery lines, ...Now I lay me down to sleep," I dropped off into a quiet slumber. I had slept some hours when I woke suddenly at the sound of a foot-ball. In a moment the whole truth flashed over me: The boys had returned in search of me, and without wait ing to ascertain the facts, 1 called out, , Here I am ! Here I am ! Come and pull me out !' A moment more, and after a word of expla nation, a strong arm grasped me, and I was drawn out to the living world again. Few words were spoken then, but half an hour later, seated once more in the wa gon beside old well wrapped up in a buffalo Fobe, my pleasant companion of that long, weary day beneath our feet, my hen ger, sat isfied by sundry dough-nuts and cold sausages, and my nerves set right by a pull at the brandy-bottle, so lone and uninter rupted that Seth inquired if I had ever been a pearl diver, I listened to their explana tions of the impossibility of any earlier relief to me, and of the anxiety they had suffered during the day, lest I had been captured. I slept soundly that night, but for many nights thereafter, horrid dreams of ghouls and vampires ; of going down and down through Simms' Hole with a dead man's arms locked around my neck, haunted my pillow, and destroyed by rest. Reader, du you wonder that an adventure like this should be graven with a deeper pencil on my memory than any or all of the scenes of battle, tempest, and wreck,l have since encountered ? I joined: my regiment on the evening of the 4th day of September. The Colonel was in bivouac. Ile received me at first rather ungraciously . ; but when I gave him a letter of introduction from chmeral P—, he charged his demeanour towards me. 1 was then presented to my captain, who had just returned from a reconnoitering excur sion. He was a tall man, with harsh, re pulsive features enveloped in coarse bind: hair. He had arisen from the ranks by his courage and gallantry, and had gained his epaulets and Cross of Honour upon t he field of battle. His•feeble; voice contrasted greatly with his gignatic bulk. This in firmity was caused by a gunshot, which had pierced his breast during the battle of Jena. When he was informed that I came from the military school of Fontainebleau, he made a ivey lace, and said, "it was but yesterday that my first lieutenant fell upon the battle field." I understood his hint, that I was not able to fill the vacancy. lat first intended to return his compliment with a sarcastic answer ; but finally concluded to swallow the pill. . • The moon arose from its concealment be hind the enemy 's redoubts of Cheverino, Which were almost two cannon shots dis. tent from our camp. The moon was large and red, which is usually the case when it first arises; but my imagination caused me to think it much larger than ever I had seen it before. The dark shadow of the re doubts appeared in the moonlight like the critter of a volcano. An old soldier near me, pointing towards the moon, said : "She is very red to night,—a sign that it will cause much blood to be spilt, before we can take yonder redoubt." I have always been slightly tinged with superstition, and this prophecy, especially My First Battle. at the present moment, made a deep impres sion upon my mind. I stretched myself upon the ground ; but it was impoEsible for me to sleep, and therefore arose again, and gazed at the line of watch-fires of the enemy as they glimmered along the heights of Cht.- verino. When my• hot blood became cool in the night air. I returned to my fire, and wrapping myself in my cloak, closed my eyes, fervently hoping that I might not open thern until morning. But sleep would not visit my eye-lids and my thoughts be came still more serious and gloomy. I thought that I had not one friend among the hundred thousand who were gathered to gether upon that field. If I should chance to be . wounded, ignorant surgeons would dress my wounds unskilfully. All that I had ever heard concerning such operations, come to my mind. My heart beat heavily. Involuntarily I formed a kind of cuirass of my pocket-book and handkerchief over my breast. At the dawn of the day we were sum moned by the reveille. Afterwards the guns were stacked. Everything betokened that we would have a quiet day. Towards three o'clock our aid-de-camp appeared, bringing en order. We were placed under arms again. Our scouts were dispersed over the field. We followed them, march ing slowly. In twenty minutes we discov eredthe Russian sentinels, who immediate .ly retired behind their redoubts. A pack of our heavy artillery was placed upon our right and on our left, each being quite a dis tance from us. They commenced a lively fife upon the enemy, who returned it with equal vigour. In a few moments the redoubt witsconcealed behind dense clouds . of smoke. Our regiment was covered from the fire of the Russians by a slight mound. Their balls seldom reached us, for they singled i9ttiour cannoniers. The most of their balls passed over our heads, or else buried them selves in the earth at our feet, covering us with sand and gravel, As soon as the com mand was given for us to ad vance, - my cap tain looked at me with an expression which caused.me to stroke my youthful moustache and to assume as much of an air of indiffer ence as was possible. My only fear was that he might think me a coward. The balls, which until now had bean harmless, increased my composure. My pride told me that the danger was great, for there was no doubt but that I was under the fire of bat wry. The colonel passed our company, and preceiving me, said : "You will soon see something extraordinary for your com mencement.' 1 feigned a martial smile, and brushed from my coat-sleeve some dust which had been cast upon it from a ball, which had thrhwn up the earth a few paces in advance of me. The Russians soon discovered that their cannon shot produced no effect. They sub stituted bomb-shells, one of which exploded close by my side, killing a soldier and tea ring the plume from my casque. "1 gave you my compliments; you are safe for to day," said the Captain. I was already fam iliar with the soldier's superstition, that non. Ms to illem is as good an idiom on the field of battle as in a court of justice. I replaced my casque upon my head, and. replied; "This forces one to make a salute without Ceremony." "I congratulate you," continued the cap tain. "You have nothing more to fear this day, and this evening you will he promoted. I feel that something will happen me to-day. Every time I have been wounded, my sec ond officer has made a narrow escape, and," he continued, half ashamed at.bis confes sion, "the first letter of their names was 1'•" The fire of the Russians decreased in tt great measure, in about half an hour. We immediately advanced upon the redoubt.— Our regiment consisted of three battalions. 'Pho second tt as , commanded to go to the rear of the redoubt, and the other two were directed to charge upon it. I was in the third battalion. When we left the trench, which in a great measure protected us front the fire of the enemy, we were saluted by a volley of musketry, which, however, har med us but little. The whistling of balls surprised me, •and I turned my head, cau sing my comrade, who were familiar with that sort of Music, to ridicule me. Take it ull in all," said I to myself, "a battle is not such a horrible. affair after all." We rapidly charged, the riflemen lea ding us. Suddenly three cheers were heard coining from the-redoubt, after which all was silent. "I do not like this stillness," Said the captain, "it forebodes harm." The palisades of the redoubts were split by our balls, and the soldiers rushed for ward, shouting, "Vive l'Empereur !" I gazed about me, and never shall I for get the scene which A' ns opened before rne. The h uge clouds of smoke had arisen, hang ing in .the air like a pall over the ruins of the redoubt. Russian grenadiers were to be seen with their glistening bayonets, as they stood, firm aastatues behind the pall- . sades., "Now the ball begins," exclaimed the cap tain, "Good night I" these ' were his last words. The beating of drums was heard within the redoubt. All bayonets were im mediately depressed. I shut my eyes, and heard a great explosion, followed by loud cries and groans. Opening my eyes, I look—, ed around, astonished that I 2611 lived. No thing was to be seen but the dead and the dying. The captain was stretched out at my feet a cannon hall had struck his head, I was bespattered with his blood and brains. Of the whole company six only remained. And now everythingwas quiet. Suddenly the colonel placed his hat upon the point of his sword, and waving it over the head, clambered over the palisades, shouting. "Vine l'Empereur !" All that were able followed, I have scarcely any remembrence of what followed. We entered the redoubt I know not how. We battled with the en emy breast to breast, enveloped in such thick clouds of smoke, that nothing was dis cernible. I slashed right and left, and think I either killed or wounded some of the ene my, for my sword was reeking with blend. At length I heard the shouts. "Victory, vic tory r The smoke diminished, I found my self in the midst of blood,' About two hun dred French soldiers were standing in ir regular groups in and about the redoubt.— Some were reloading their muskets, and had others wiping their swords. Eleven Rus sians had been taken prisoners. The colonel was stretched out upon a bro ken gun carriage. He was covered with blood, and several soldiers were bathing his temples. I approached him., "Where is the old captain ?" he inquired of the surgeon. The surgeon - shrugged his shoulders in a significant manner. "His first lieutenant ?" "Here he is, Mr. P—,who arrived yes terday." The colonel smiled bitterly. ry well," said he, turning towards me, 'you now have the command. Immediately cause the breach in the redoubt to be fortified with gun carriages. The enemy is very numer ous ; but a reinforcement is close at hand." "But, colonel," I exclaimed, "you are se riously wounded." "Never mind," said he, "we have taken the redoubt !" Translated from the French for the "Bu f falo Library and Gar den." (Front the Boston Journal) Charlestown Abduction Atrair. The Rev. T. F. Caldicott, D. D, Pastor of the First Baptist Church, in Charleston, has prepared for the press an authentic nar rative of the events connected with the con version of Hannah Corcoran,• from Roman ism her abduction from Charlestown, and the treatment she teceived during her ab sence. This narrative has been published in pamphlet from by Gould & Lincon. We believe that no authentic account of these events—which created so much ex• citement in Charlestown—has before been published ; nod it is fortunate, perhaps, that the publication of this narrative has been delayed. It will be seen by the following extract from the statement of Miss Corcoran, which is sworn to before a justice of the peace, that the reports in circulation at the time are confirmed, and that the girl was most foully dealt with. Tuesday, Feb. 15. , 'ln the afternoon my mother came to Mr. Welch's and found me almost sick. Soon after, Mr. Welch brought me some medicine in a tumbler ; was two-thirds full. I drank some, and re fused to take any more ; but mother com pelled me to take it, saying that it was mo lasses and water. I tasted a little acid, and she said it was . vinegar. I immedi ately began to feel strangely, and, while they were about me, sprinkling holy water on me, &c., 1 lost my contciousness, and knew nothing until after dark, when I came to myself in a dark room, which I knew to be the same into which I went when moth er took me to Mr. Lyndon's on the %Veil fleshy evening previOns. "My mother was beside me, and I asked her where I was. She said I was safe. I inquired if I was in Mr. Lyndon's housii.— She answered .No.' Soon a person came in dressed in priests' garments, whom I re cognised as Mr. Lyndon, by what I could discover in the comparative darkness, and by his voice. . "He took a chair and sat down not far from me. Ile asked me if I wished to go to confession. I replied that I did not wish to ; and hq, said that I must come to confession, trying to influence nie in that way to put myself again under the control of the church. 1 told him he would have to take out my heart, and put a different one in .its place, before I could be a Catholic again. ..Ele then rose and came towards me, took me forcibly by the arm, and compelled me to kneel by his side. I was very much frightened, and almost afraid to speak or move. "He tried to compel me, to repeat after him the form of confession ; but 1 did not utter a word, for I had nothing to confess to him. He asked me if I knew where I was ? I said, 'ln your house,' "He said, , No."l'hen I said, your church.' Ho still said but told me 1 was in the vestry•room. "I was dreadfully frightened, and began to cry aloud. -I was still liteeting, and. my head was on Mr. Lyndon's lap. He put his NUMBER 48: stole over my heed, and several times asked' *rife if I felt better. I said .no,' and cried louder than before." Ori the I Oth, Hannah says—"ln the even ing my mother'Canie and told me that an application had been made to the Mayor of Boston to send out the police iii search of ins_;_ 4nd site appeared much frightened.— She said the could take me away the next morning, about eight o'clock. She said she had been at Father Lyndon's and he had given her ten dollars, (I saw the bills—two' fives,) to pay for my going away ; and than she would stay with me that night." A Goon ONE.—Speaking of poor-houses' reminds us of what happened at a poor house in Massachusetts, on the occasion of a parochial visit paid by a very worthy min ister of our acquaintance. There weresev-• eral persons in the room when the minister called, one of whom was a very talkative,' pious old lady, and another a' half-witted . young woman. Of course the old* woman at once erred into conversation with the minister, NI hulf-witted one sitting by, di shevelling her ` hair, and now and then ven- turin a remark. •The old woman corn iMlieed in the usual way, by stating fier ceeding, sinfulness, and. her conscious need at repporance. After lamenting at consid , (-rabie length the evils that were tempting and the sins that were besetting her, she' very suddenly changed the current of her words. "But then," said the Lord is merciful, and knows our weak= 'less ;he has begun a good work." "Ah," said the half-witted girl, discontinuing her employment for a moment, "Ah, He don't know what He's undertook!" Of course' the talk was over, arid the minister left the premises instant.—Concord Democrat; GAR roma ‘Vocto.—A new , discovery; that of making gas (roan wood, is announ ced, by which the prico of gas, it is said will be reduced :30 per cent. To show the great benefit to be obtained from this dis 7. covert', it is stated that from a ton of coal, costing about 6;0, 10,000 feet of gas can be obtained ; while front a cord of wood, worth. about the satne money, 03,000 cubic feet of gas can be obtained, and of much better quality than the coal gas ; and what is more, the charcoal left of the wood, will pay. all expense of malting the gam. Wilmington,. N. C.. is now lighted with it. The story, like that of all new inventions, is most ex- . travagant, and will propably be much nay rowed down when we become more acquantx . ted with the true merits of the invention. A .Goon STORY.—John Bunyan, While' in Bedford jail, was called upon by a Qual- . ker, desirous of making a convert of him. 'Friend John, I . have come to thee - with message front the Lord, and after having• searched for you in all the prisons in Eng• land, lam glad .1 have found you at last. • 'lf the Lord had sent you,' returned Bunyan, 'you need not have taken so much pains to tied me but, for the Lord knows 1• have been here twelve years..' '"Rollo! mister, have yPe,gok any grain to sell?" "No. Whydo you.ask ?" "Because I see you haves a wry face."
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