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II. WEBB, EDITOR AND PROPRIETOR.
ULOOMSIiUKG, COLUMI1IA COL NT V, PA. SATURDAY, JULY 5S 1815.
Volume IV.
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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
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