TFBekb QJdUtniffiThnai .l)(BI3Beil0Sl o rsii-'jLi I have sworn npou the Alter of God, eternal hostility to every form of Tyranny over the Mind of Man.-Thoma. Jefferson II. WEBB, EDITOR AND PROPRIETOR. ULOOMSIiUKG, COLUMI1IA COL NT V, PA. SATURDAY, JULY 5S 1815. Volume IV. .'Vu in be i' llg aw From the Hmtford Columbian. THE TOST OFFICE. BY J. B. FOSTER. The mail hat arrived! welcome news to be post paid. THE GAHIjAN.D- hjr.giTuJ:.- .1: - OFFICE OF THE DEMOCRAT orrusms Sr. Paul's Chvrch, Main-st The COI VMttLH DEMOCRAT trill be published every Saturday morning, at TWO DOLLARS per annum payubh half yearly in advance, or Tiro Dollar Hftu Cents, if not paid within the year. r ;...-.'..i.V.i .... hmlnlm furn slinrterl ' period iLxAx months not any discon- lho" " expecting lo hear from friend, tinuance permitted, until all arrearages near and dear to them. Dm first of all are discharged. . 'hat ciowd the office, is the business man. jjDVERTlSEMENS not exceeding a With consequential and stalely step he square will be conspicuously inserted at j)ongi aj ,emanjg ralher lhan 0wf a:-V: f e7 SrrJrii6i; ftorhi- They are inslamly deliver and Twenty-five cents for fvoy sutise- ..... , . ' riiin. ITT-JI liberal dhcoun ed and he hasily sens their contents, made to those who advertise by the year smile of pleasure steals across his feature. LETTERS addressed on business ,mustUa ie readg of profitable investment and quarterly dividends. And then, curses, noi loud but deep, an mutterd as he find a mI erne for arqiiirirp wraith Imsfnilul. Next, perhaps, a timid maiden, anxious to hear from her lover, inquires with a faltering voice, and blushing face, if there is a letter for her, if not, as is loo frequent, ly the case, she turns away in sorrow lo wait impatiently the fi rival of the next mil. And now an old and trembling mother ipprnachee the office; she has been there "very day for weeks, expecting to hpar from her long absent and only son. A tear dims her eye &,rollg down her cheek as she receives the customary and emphatic no! to tier inquiry. She retraces'' her steps slow ly and with sorrow. The office is no more loaded the letters are neatly all deliver d, and the clerks are busy with their 'vioko. How much joy is felt by those who hesr 'rom long absent friends how much snr 'ow is experienced by those who ate dis appointed in the nonreceipt of letters which ere expected, or by Had Intelligence thai may be obtained in those that are received The bell bird bv the river heard- llone can ,e"- The whip b.rd.whiehsurpr.sed.I hear- 'U .here a letter her e for my mother?' l m. i.... ,f,,l memories stirred ked 8 yunS a,ul reall.V beautiful girl who Of other scenes and strains mote dear; H J"8' enlered ,1,e 0&ce' The 1uick' Of .onn than these afford. re8,les9 gIance of f'er mild b,ue eve iM The llirush&blackbi.d warbling clear. imly that she lear.u sue should aga.n be lisappninteu. 'What name?' asked the clerk withou I ince looking at the beautiful being thai Nvood before him. 'My mother's name is Morton, Lucy Morion.' 'AZ-M-Morton,' muttered the clerk.'lherr With twede.il fUveri tnrich'd, From various gardens cull'd with care" OLD 1MPUESSIOSS. Nay, tel1 me not, the exile ssid, You thmk this land, as fair as ours; That endless springs around us spread, Thalblesiiirs rise on every hand; 0. give lo me our country' flowers, And give to ne our native land. Our church yard, with its old gray wall; Our church with its sweet Subbaih bell; Oiir village field so green and small'. The primrose in my dell 1 s.ee, I hear, I feel them all; In memory know and love the well. pre- The robin which I here behold, Most beautiful, with btcasl of flame! No cottage enterer, shylotk hold, No household bird in season dtear, Is wild, is silent: not the same Babe-burying bird of ancient fame: Where is the strain 1 was wont lo hear. U no such letter here.' The song of russet leaves and sear? 0, call it by some other name! I'm tired of woods forever green. 1 pine to see the leaves decay, To see them as our own are seen, Turn crimson, orange, nisset, gray, To see them as I've seen lliem oft, By tempi si torn and whirled aloft Or, on some bland, autumnal day, A golden season, still and soft, In woodland wilk, and garden croft, Die silently and drop away. TO A YOUAG FRIEND. Were mine the fascinating spell, That can allure and chain lo earth Heaven's richest boons, and quick dispel Tte ills that linger round our birth, To bind thy youthful brow, I'd claim A wreaih from the Aonian mount, I'd lave ihy spirit's trdent flame In fair Pieria'e spajkling fount. With the young scholar's olive bays, Love's rosy coronal I'd twine, And blend with Fame's unclouded.blaze, Sweet Ilesper'a light would ever shine. Friendship her votive offering rare, On Feeling's sacred shrine would lay, And gaudy Fortune's brilliant glate, Would change bleak Penury's night to day. And still one dealer meed I'd ctave, All redolent of bliss divine, A home beyond the darksome grave, A sunnier sky a blander clime, The girl stood a moment in silence, then bursting into tears see haslly left the office She traversed many streets, and at last en tered an old house in one of the obscure streets of the city. 'No, mother, said she, as she entered, 'there is no letter lo day what will become ofue?' and she sank into a chair, and covered her face with her hands. 'Ellen, said the mother, who,- though worn down by care and suffering, was s beautiful, 'do nut despair, we shall not suf fer, and to-morrow perhaps the letter will come.' 'To-morrow, molher, so you have said every day and everv day we are dissap- pointed. No, mother, he will not.' lie will, Ellen, 1 am sure that he will; it is our only hope, and I cannot give it up, so let us have good courago and hope the best.' But, mother, what ctn we say to Mr. Brown? yoa know we promised to pay him the rent to day.' 'We cannot do it now.' 'And what will he say? I dread lo set him; I hope he will not call to-day.' We must tell him the truth. Ellen, and hope he will be willing to wail a day oi two longer. 'lie said he would watt only till to lay.' 'But perhaps he will' And if ho will not?' Then we must leave his lious and go Alaa! I do not know, my child, where we can go But we shall nol suffer, my trust is in higher power than man.' The conversation was here inlertupled by a knock at the door. Ellen quickly eeltoobzy to work,' said a loafer, wiped tears from her eyes, and admiited- have no time to play. I think 1 II go Mr. Brown. nd snlit the difference.' I '1 have come', said he; 'for what you owe me you are ready lo pay I sume.' 'I am sorry, said Mis. Morton, 'that 'n i impossible to pay you to day, but 'You cart't pay?' 'Not to-day.' So you have said every day for a month.' 'And must say so stilftlor ii is not in mv power lo meet your demands.' When can you?' I have informed you thai I am expecting some money from my father, as soon as that arrives you shall be paid When will (hat be?' 'I cannot tell you; I expect it every day.' . Well,' said Mr. Brown, rising to go.'I'h tell you one thing which you can depend upon. You have put me off with piomiset ses now for more than a month, and I will be put off no longer. If you pay me thirty dollars hefore to-morrow night, I will be satisfied. If not, you must leave this house. 'Bui have some charily for us and' 'I have: chaiity you know begins ai home, and I must have the money for the support of my family. St) only till to-mor row night will I wail. Thug saying he left the house. The mo her and her daughter were long silent, at last Ellen said 'Mother, I will go, and if possible find some work that I can do-' 'I cannot spare you mv daughter 'Bui, molher, something must be done, we can get no sewing o do because ihe limes are so hard'.ihey all say. We have no money and no way to procure any; un less I can find employment What can you do Ellon?' 'Anything, I care not what sweep houwe, work in lb. kilolior,,Hnylhing rutl lhan see you suffer. Well. Ellen, wait till to-morrow, then you may see what you can do.' 'Nfijinother, I will go now, for that will he so much time saved, mid if 1 find a place I shall be ready to commence work one day sooner.' So saying, she put on hei bonnet, and bidding her mother good-by, lepartcd on her errand. Ellen returned at night, but she had been unable to find any employment. Our prospect darkens,' laid she, 'and what to do now I know not.' I have still hopes of hearing something from my fither,' said Mts. lorton. 'Is he' wealthy, mother?' lie is 'How comes il that he lets us suffer diet.?' I have never told you, Ellen, but now I will. 1 married your father againsl his express commands, and he refused to aid him or me in the least. But now thai yout father is dead; and we are suffering, I think he cannot refuse (o lend me assistance.' 'How long since you heard from him?' 1 have not heard fiom him tor three or four year, and have not seen him since 1 was. married.' 'You wrote lo him!' 'Yes, after your father died. I thought he could not refuse us assistance when we were actually Buffering, and 1 still expeel his aid. What made you leave New Orleans nother? Il you had staid there; you would have been near your home, and would have known whether your father would assisi vou or nol. nttd now wa mttsl wait for he arrival of a letter by mail, liul pei- iap after all grandfather ia'dead Is mnv be. Ellen, but I think I should - have heard of il if such had been the case even if he were dead, my biother Georgt would have received my lotier, he told me ihn Urn limp I saw him that he was still nv brother, althouch mv father had dis j " owned me ' 'Then you had a brother Yes a good, kind brother, would that 1 could see him. But Ellen, we will talk ol these things no more to-night, it makes me feel sad; when I think of my youthful days when I was free from care, and happy,' And yet you forsook your home for' 'Yes, Ellen, lor your latlien lie ws all that was noble, kind and generous, but he was poor,but that curie always followed him. And it was the thoughts of that, more '1 don't know where il ws from, bu lhan any thine olse, which finally caused 1 "1ve his death, and left mo, when you were very young, to struscle on ilone. But I will not repine, perhaps my suffering is a pun ishment for my disobedience to my father. God knows I have suffered enougl already.' The nicht wore slowly sway, and to Ms. Morion and her daughter the morning bronchi no consolation unless hope for the future be called such. And il is, for the miseruble have no other medicine but hope After all no mailer how great the ir mis fortunes, or what sufferings ihey endure will fee a thrill of pleasure as they look forward to the future. Even the eye thai has long been dimmed by sickness, will kin die with renewed lustre when they think iliey may be restored to health and strength in the days to come. If we could but know the amount of suffering fc wretched ness that is yet concealed in the misty, on known future, we should be deprived of one of the greatest blessings of this life and that is the anticipation of better days. 'Tit human nature and as such is right, for those who only look upon the dark side of life.are daily conjuring up fears, which are worst than the reality, and unhappy presentments oftentimes work out their own flulfilmeni I'hen let us all hope for the best and hi satisfied with such a lot as is meted out to us by Him who rules the stormy sea, anil vuidtts aright of our wandering barque. Again Ellen prepared for her daily vis to the post office; and il was their only hope, and in that they had been disappoint ed so of if n that ii seemed to Ellen that dis appointment was her lot. She entered tho office with trembling steps, The clerks were all busily employ ed in delivering letters, for the southern lllHll had jun arrived, oho wdiu.d ,ili nearly all had been served, then approach ng the desk she asked the usual questioi. expecting lo hear the same anwer,yel hop iiie for the best, i i he clerk looked over the lelteis si. v;. - Morton did you say?' Yrcs sir.' Here is one,' and he handed to her i Urge letter or packet. With joy she seiz ed it, and dropping from her hand a singli twenty five cent piece, was aboul to leave the office. 'Here,' said the clerk, 'this is not enougl the postage is hall a dollar. Haifa dollarl' exclaimed Ellen. 'Yes it is a double teller.' Ellen stood a moment in silence, Then slowly advancing to (he desk she put tht le tie i into the clerk's hands, took her mon ey and turned away. 'Are you not going to lake it?' asked the clerk. 'I cannot!' she exclaimed, while in spite of all her efforts to restrain her feeling, the tears started from her eyes. 'I cannot! have no more money The last words died upon her lips as she left the office. That's too bad!' said the clerk to one ol his associates, as she went out. 'What'B too had!' Why, Ihis letter?' Vhat of it?' The girl! did you not see her?' 'No.' She was as handsome as a picture and he has been here very often for a lettm, and now il has come she cannol have il.' 'Why not?' 'She can't pay the postage.' Well, lei her wait till she can, then.' 1 have half a mind lo pay the postage nyself.' Y'ou had better, 1 guess; may Le sh 1 if . A 4 1 1 j-,et me see it quicu, saiu .Mrs. Mm ton. I bsve not got ii.' Not gol il? why? have you lost it.?' No! 1 could not pay tho posiae.' What have yuu done with the mon ey lhal we have saved for more lhan a month on purpose to 1 piy poslagt with.?' 'I have got Ihe money mother, bu: ihe postage is half a dollar. Perhap Mr. liiowu will advance the money! and' No I wont advance monei '. you need iot think of lhal,' said Ihe haiU-hearied andlord. Hut perhaps it contains money.' 'So you saiu once before, and I lei you have the money, and I have nevci seen it since,' Hut we were disappointed then.' Yes, and may be again! I don't be- ieve you hava any letter in the office, t's only a sham lo put me off' 'I shall say no more!' said Mrs. Mor ion. 'Then,' said Brown, I must commence business.' And soon en officer entered and commenced moving the furniture thai Mrs. Motton owned. 'There i. not half enough to pay me now,' added irown; 'but it will be belter lhan not It- nates, I knew, and I determined to ee nise you, as I have. And novy your of sadness are past, far my home U ours; my wife will be glad to greet my iiter and her beautiful daughter.' What woman! not gone yet t' said Vlr. Hrown .entering the house, 'money II over the floor, loo.' For in i he ir joy they had forgotten to pick up what had dropped from the letter. We are going instantly,' saidGeoree 'and if my sister owes you snv ihinir more than you have got by Ihe atlach- nent of her scanty furniture, I will can cel the debt. Soeood day. sir.' In t few days, Mrs. Morion, wilh her brother and daughter, started for Ihe South, where a good hpnie with every comfort ol life awaited them. And hus we leave Ihem.Colcbrook Iiiver. Jan. 1843. uav vou 'I would il 1 knew where she lived, r who she is. It is to bad lo charge fiftv cents for a leiter. More lhan she -j ... ... can earn in a wetk,iii these haru tinibs But it's none of my business. II she comes BRain though she shall have the letter if I have to pay for il myselt ' Mrs. Morton watched Iheir move ments, with tearful eye., but withoui laying a word; she knew il would be of no avail. I he room was in a few mo ments stript of all il contained. Call ing lo Ellen, she said, 'Come, my child we will seek somewhere a place lor the night, and perhaps we imy tiud kiudei friends.' But Ellen was not there. As soon as he officer had enlered Ihe house, slit iud left it. With hasly steps she re- raced her way to the Post office. Alinosi reathlcs.i. she entered and looked a round for the cleric with whom she run conversed when there before. Lut In vvas nowhere to be seen. IIr busmen- vas urgent, and she approached the olh r clerk, and asked lor the teller. lie landed il lo her, saying at the sun ime. 'You have gol Ihe money, then, iaveyou,my pretty lass?' I have not.' she said, but will you iot take this ring, and let me have tht ettei ?' at the same time she held ou i plain gold ring. The clerk thinking he might possibly naxe something to himself by taking he ring and paying the postage, took i to examine. 1 here were words engrav ed upon il, and he read, 'From E. P lo his sister Lucy.' Let me see lhal, said a well d lessen man stepping up to the clerk. He look the ring, and alter looking at it a mo men), turned toLllen and asked. Where did you get this?' Il is my mother's.' Your mother's?' Yes, sir' What is her nstm?' 'hucy Morton.' Where is she? conduct me to her.- tlence,' lurn:ng lo the clerk, 'here le your postage;' and handing tho letter to Lillen, he aid, 'Lome, I will eo wur you,' and they left the post office to iether. When Ihey reached her home, Mrs Morton wasanxiously waitingfor EUen'.- return. Where have vou beenr sh isked; 'they have taken what lilllo wt had left, and we ore now alone will' lolhtng in the world. 'But Mother!' exclaimed Ellen, Mhis gentleman has paid for our letter, and here it is.' 'Thank you, sir, for your kindness to i poor woman,' siid Mrs. Morton Aim opening the let'er,a showerof bank nolo fell upon the fljor. Tib from my brother!' she exclaimed. 'Ye,' said the stranger, 'il is.' 'And you you are my brothei George!' and she fell upon his neck and wept leais ol joy. Yes,' siid Guorgf, (for it was indeed him,J 'I am your hi utlier, and you ate my long lost sisser. 'But how came you here?' Father has been dead tome lime, snd ANECDOTE OF DR. JOHNSON. Dr. Johnson was asked by a lady what new work he was employed aboul. 'I am writing nothing just at present;' ha replied, 'Well, but Doctor, said she 'if I could write liko you, I should be always writing, merely for ihe pleaeure of it.' Pray, madam,' retorted he, 'do you think that Leander swam across the Hellespont merely beeause he was fond of swim miiig. A FACT. 'Excuse me for turning my back on you ir, said a beauty who carried a 'rear guaru' of boiiter propoi lions. Make no apologies uiisi,' replied ihe gentleman, glancing significantly at the Onderdotik, 'youi back is sufficiently imposed on already.' A young married couple out weal, riding home from church on araiuysday, the hus oand looking up ana perceiving 'ihe "r'loudj were breaking away, said, 'I hope my dear 'Oh la no.'cim- we shall have a little sun.' pered tho innocent wife, refer a little daughter 'I would tuucti 'How do you do. Mr. S.uith?' Do whalV Why, how do you finJ yourself?' 1 never lose, myself. ' Well, how have you been?' 'Been been whtreV 'Pshaw! how do you feel?' 'Feel of mu and see 'Good morning. Mr. Smith ' 'It's not a good morning it's wet and nasty And the patties separated. TTi I" " St ' 'Pete you are into them sweetmeats gain?' 'No marm, them sweetmeats is into me though.' rrmir Tilt n PAUSING, Jemmy, what is a member of Con fess?' A member of Congtejs is a rommon uibstantive, agreeing with self interest, and is governed by eight dollars a day, understood.' SYMPATHY. A good dencon making an official viiii lo a dying neighbor who was a churlish and universally unpopular man, pul the usual question: Are you willing Jo go my friend? 'O yes,' said the man 'I am.' 'Well,' said the simple hearted deicoi. I am glad yuu are, for all the neighbors ars willing.' What do yeu ask fortius article?' hi quired Obadiah of a young miss Fifteen shilling?,' 'Ain't you a little dear? Why,' she replied blushing, 'all tho young men tell me so!' When Ellen returned homeshe foundil received yuur letter. As soon as Mr. Brown already there. learned your tiluation, and where you Was there any letter? asked her was, which i Old not know beiore, 1 gent off lhal letter as quick es possible, & C8me directly on after )oj. I met my any molher, as soon as house. 'There was but she entered ihe Where is it? was it fiom lean?' New Or niece al the pott office, where I had gone to learn tidings cf you. The ring which 1 give you when we were play DARKNESS VISIBLE: An Irishman being at a town in the West of England on a winter's night, ob served to an inhabitant raiher shrewd'y, one thing is clear, that your town is very dark i
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