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"That Government i the best which govern least."
BIT LEVI L. TATE.
P 0 E T It Y .
fur the Columbia Dtmuciat.
Harkee ! Tom, the birds are tinging,
See (he huh peeps o'n the hill,
II around its brinht rays flinging,
While we sweetly lumber still.
Yes, pleasant, ,ne "10"ing
When throughout the sullry night,
Fleas, giia's, bed bugs, round we re swarming,
To steal an huur from bur aud bite.
Hut, dear Tom, we must be hurrying,
Breakf.it oVr, away we run,
And the new mown grass stirring,
Mike the hy while shines lh sun.
O'erand o'er the light gis turning,
if both in playful mood j
While b"ve, the sun is burning
And iti heal i scarce withstood.
And there stands the old oak tree, Tom,
Casting round its grateful shade;
T whose spring, how often we, Tom,
Have a joyful errand made.
Then at evening, home returning,
Each gallants a chosen maid ;
With his bosom inly burning,
And his silent love repaid.
By the clasped hand's gentle pressure
By the silent, gentle kiss ;
How the heart doats on its treasure !
How i't owns the magic bliss!
Dont you recollect those days, Tom ?
Yes, I know, 'lis long since then ;
We have seen the world's rough ways, Tom,
We were boys, but now re men.
W have n low vice rewarded,
Virtue sink beneath her load ;
But though here she be discarded,
We know her Patron to be God.
The Angel of Our Home.
Y C K. HUTCHING.
-There is not in angel added to the Host t(
Heaven but uVes its blessed work on earth in
those that loved it here.B-DCKiNs.
There cnmii an angel day y day
" Into this home of ours
And if we chance abroad to stray,
'Tis there amongthe flowers
Its low, and gentle voice is heard
By night about our bed,
In many i detr familiar word
That minds us of the dead.
It brightens all our happiness;
And, when dark sorrows come,
Speaks comfort to our hearts, and it
The Angel of our Home.
Whon firrt we learned to speak of Death
We f'"H i' by our hide
While, bicsm m wilti (hirlitK breath,
Our own i-weet mother died,
It siay'd ur unavailing leal,
And kixM out pale cheeks dry;
Brought hope to south '.ur faithless fears,
And pointed Inwards the sky,
Since then, in all our happiness.
And when dark sorrows come,
M'is ever hy our side, and is
The Angel of our home.
And all nnr love, o great before,
Since that sad hour hath grown
Our Angel bids us love the more
The more we fuel alone.
It will not suffer in our mind
One selfish thought to stay
One envious wish, or though unkind,
Since our bereavement day,
S:ill may it bear us company,
Through all our years to come
Sit ever in our hearts, and be
The angel ol our home.
John Alcohol, My Joe.
John Alcohol, my Joe John,
VVneii e Were first acquaint,
I'd money in my pocket", John
Whicn now I know there ain't;
1 speut it all ill trea'ing, John,
Hecause I loved you so;
But mark me, how yim've treated me,
J"hn Alcoool, my Joe.
John Alcohol, my Joe John,
We've been too lond together,
So you mut take one road, John,
And I will take the other ;
For we may tumble down, John,
If hand in hand we go.
And I will have the bill to foot,
Jobo Alcohol my Joe,
EL00MS13U11G, COLUMBIA CO., SATURDAY,
SATURDAY MOR., NOV. 3, 1849.
We have, at present, the most beautiful
weather imaginable. The fall is at any
rate our favorite season. Generally warm
enough to be comfortable, and coi l enough
to be healthy and bracing; it mingles the
pleasant breeze of summer, with the clnll-
iiijr blast of winter. It is also, in the main,
more free from sudden and uncomfortable
chances, than the spring. The smiles and
tears of April, are seldom found tn any ot
the fall months; and the blows and snows
of winter, do not encounter us, at least in
this latitude, till wintor has fairly set in.
We are also, more especially, in thissea-
son of the y ear, free from muddy roads ;
the ground having become hard, compact
.... . .
and solid, during the summer ; ootn on ac
count of a less amount of moisture:, and al
so on account of its more rapid evapora
tion. True, fall lias also, in some tilings,
its disadvantages; but compared with its
companions in the track of Time, we think
it is still in the advance.
It always struck us that this was the
time for marrying. It is true that many
pretend to prefer rosy May or June, but
we think their reasons good for nothing.
Flowers are pretty enough, we have no
objection to them ; but we prefer something
more substantial ; and this is the season
to lay up beef and I'ork, apples and cider,
make apple butter, preserves, jellies, pick-
es, sour-crout, fcc. &c, which are procu
red easier and cheaper now, than in the
spring, and by the time it arrives, you have
a. start in the world. Beside all tins, winnn
is of much importance.it has other advan
tages. For instance two blankets in a cold
night ara better than one.
Mind your own Business.
We very often hear the remark that, "if
a man dont mind his own business, nobody
else will mind it for him." Now, it being
some time since we read Solomon s 1 ro
verbs, we dont just exactly recollect,wlied
er he ever made an observation similar or
not, but if he didn't, it's a wonder. In any
case however it is a saying worthy of nil
acceptation. We are in lavour ol its ap-
Dlication in all cases whatsoever, aDU as
sert upon the best authority, that it has the
most maeical effect upon every possible
occurrence, relation, and business in life.
Some people delight in running counlre
to every thinff. Signs, omens, and J ro-
verbs, are their utter detestation ; and, ac
cordingly, numbers are daily found, disre-
garding the maxim contained in the quota
tion, at. the beginning of this article; ana
attending to every body's business but
their own. The advice contained in our
caption, has often been most freely given,
to many belonging to this tribe of nuisan
ces ; and nothing asked tn return, but a
compliance, yet, however, although, nev
ertheless, notwithstanding; they have seen
their fences rot down, while they, dear good
souls, were taking care of the character of
We wish we could relieve some of these
philanthropic mortals of their honerous la
bors. For that purpose we write this edi
torial, and assure them, that these men will
tiVe care of themselves. They are no
doubt obliged to you, for all you have said
r,f them, to A. B. & V. and W1S Jou nl
to trouble your selves any further. How
would vou like some one to go round, ma.
king your character and concerns a com
mon topic of conversation i Are you, w..o
mind other's business, free from defects?
If not let charity begin at home.
Edgar A. Foe's DEATit.-Speaking of
,i. ,i,.h nf nnor Toe. lor witli an ins
faults, we loved him for his transcendent
ii pnrresnondent writes, mat ne
had just concluded a successful tour through
Virginia, where he delivered a series of
able lectures. On last Wednesday, elec
tion day, in Baltimore, he was found near
the Fourth ward polls laboring under an at
tack of mania-a-potu, and in a most shock
ing condition. Being recognized, he was
placed in a carriage and conveyed to the
Washington Hospital, where every atten
tion was bestowed on him. He lingered,
however, until death put a period to his ex
istence. His last days were spent in the
same institution where Dr. Lopland, the
Milford Bard, spent so many of his latter
years, laboring under the effects of the
same sad disease
Fati of Genius and Talent We
learn with extreme regret that Chakles F.
IIofkm an, is now confined in the Baltimore
Hospital, laboring under a malady which
destroys so many of our most distinguish
eil men of (renins. It is so very remarka
ble that individuals gified with the highest
order of talent, lavorea with a supcratnin
dance of sense and learning, and who, year
after year, are heaping volume upon vol
ume upon our centre-tables and upon the
shelves of our libraries, which contain the
swpptrst effusions i.f mind hnrhly culliva
ted, taste accurately defined, should not
possess sufficient courage to resist tne in
sidious foe to their health and life. When
wfi nurusft the napes of some of our gifted
writers, and are carried irresislably along
in fancy's flight amid visions of happiness
and felicity, it seems otten as u tneir pens
ivprp ilinnpd 111 eilu-rnal liauid. and direct
ed by minds imbued with inspiration. That
men, intelligent, and lavored witn sucn
high order of Nature s gills, should tor
swear all the morality they ever inculcated
and abandon themselves to the allurements
of the foul demon of certain destruction, is
a mystery to all the world beside, as it cer
tainly is to them. The clods of the valley
are yet fresh over the remains of poor Ed
oar A. Poe. and now his compatriot in
genius, Hoffman, is following him so
closely, a miserable, untortunate, pitiiuj,
raving desperate maniac ! Alas ! is it true
"The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Dolh glance from heaven to earth from earth to
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of thinus unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shape, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name:'
We notice the death of Edgar A. Poe,
with feelings of peculiar sorrow. He was
one of those, whoso eccentricities of mind,
were the admiration of our boyish fancy .
His story of the "Black cat," we think it
was called, and the "Raven" and many
others, wrought upon our half superstitious
feelings a kind of pleasing terror. And we
have often laughed over the satire and rid
iculing critique, of some story or Poem.
Poor Poe! he has run the course of most
literary men neglect, want, fame, the hos
pital! He will be missed in the literary
world, but he will not be forgotten. Our
libraries will contain the records of his ge
nius, and though others may rise, they will
not displace him, but will take their stations
at his side
Charles Fenno Hoffman, is following
him closely, laboring under the same dis
ease, suffering in the same city, confin
ed in the same hospital. 7iere died Lop
land, there foe, spent his last hours, and
there now raves Hoffman! Sad! sad are
the records of genius. To those whose
evenings have been shortened by Hoffman's
volumes, this information will come with a
perplexing sorrow. The favorite of so
many of the reading public, is now as it
were, dead to the world. No more will
the creations of his fancy, or the pictures
of his imagination, warm their hearts or in
struct their minds. What may now be the
ravings of that gifted mind, no one can tell ;
The Lunatic, the Lover, and th ! Toet,
Aruof imagination all compact."
.JTmM for the Coons.
Cracked by Gr..s. Kowmax. of the "fled. Gaz."
Arguments oj Whiery dny brfore 'Lection !
WOur friends in the County go into
the contest under unusually favorable aus
pices, and their vigorous and united action
cannot fail to carry Mr. Rothrrmcl into the
Sheriffalty. They must elect him, and
with him, all the rest of the candidates in
the county." North American.
After all the hlotcr, would it be believed thit
Mr. Rotlmrmel has hem defeated in Philadelphia
to the tune uf 100'J majority, and the "rest of the
candidate" knocked iulothe middle of next yen?
Such it the fact. Kunny Ihingi are Taylor cat-
tV" The great issue then before the
State is simply this; shall the Tariff of
1810 be preserved as the Lornfrr. desire,
or shall it be repealed and f t.U i :::ed by
the principles of the Tariff oi li:' . the
friends of the National and Sir, ...In inis
tntions intend V'Nnrth American.
Here was a direct issue between the Tariff ol
and that of 16lfl, and the people have deci
ded, in laiiKiiage not to be inisundetstood, in fa
vor uf the latter. This should put to rest forever
the slang nnd humbug of the federalists about the
Tariff of M2" and it will if they have any re
gard to the popular voice.
IT"Notone dollar was added to the
Stale debt during the administration of
Gov. Rimer."-- North American.
Brickbats would not be half su hard to digaat n
7"We assert with confidence that,
for every Whig who votes for Jones, there
wilt be two JJevwcruts who tvill vote for
Ciljiin. We are content to swap all the
year round on such terms. Duihj News.
In the face of all this bragging, Jones, the De
mocratic candidate lor Major, has triumphed
overall oposition, and Mr. Gilpin has leave to
retire. A few more such "swaps" will render
Whiggery extinct in the city of Philadelphia.
The balance is on our side.
It "7"Tlie State needn a legislature which
will enable Gov. Johnson to carry out his
excellent system of public measures."
Not true. The State need and has got a Leg
islature which will prevent this unscrupulous
demagogue from fastening any more of his infa
mous mcai-uret upon the people, lie ought to go
home to his mammy.
Letter from GraceCrecnwood.
We copy from the New York "Globe and Dem
ocratic Union," the following extract from a let
ter by Grace Greenwood. After speaking of
Krederika Bremer, coming to New York and ray.
ing that by the women ol America she must be
welcomed, she proceeds:
Hut to the men of America comes one
whose very name should cause the blood
to leap along their veins he, the hearls's
brother of freemen all over the world
the patriot, prophet, and soldier, the hero
of the age Kossuth, the Hungarian ! !
How will he be received here ? How
will the deep, intense, yet mournful sym
pathy, the soul felt admiration, the gener
ous homage of tho country, find express
ion ? Not in parades and dinners, and pub
lic speeches, for Heaven's sake ! Would
you feast and fete a man on whose single
heart is laid the dead, crushing weight of a
nation's sorrow about whose spirit a
nation's despair makes deep, perpetual
1 know not how my countrymen will
meet this glorious exile ; but were I a
young man, with all the early love and
fresh enthusiasm for liberty and heroism, I
would bow reverently, and silently kiss his
hand. Were I a pure and tried statesman,
an honest patriot, I would fold him to my
breast. Were I an old veteran, with the
fire of freedom yet warning the veins whose
young blood overflowed in her cause, I
should wish to look on Kossuth, and die !
Who can say this man lived in vain ?
Though it was not his to strike the shakles
from his beloved land, till she should stand
free and mighty before heaven, has he not
struggled and suffered for her? Has he
not spoken hallowed and immortal words
words which have gone forth to the na
tions, a power and a prophecy, which shall
sound on and on, long after his troubled life
is past on and on, till their work is accom
plished in great deeds and the deeds be
come history, to be read by free men with
quickened breath, and eyes that lighten
with exultation ? And it is a great thing
that Europe, darkened by superstition and
crushed by despotism, has known another
hero a race of heroes, I might say, for the
Hungarian uprising has been a startling
and terrific spectacle for kings and empe
rors. And "the end is not yet." There
must be a sure, a terrible retribution for the
oppressors--a yet more fearful finale to
this world-witnessed tragedy. While the
heavens endure, let us hold on to the faith
that the right shall prevail against the
wrong, when the last long struggle shall
coino, that the soul of freedom is imperish
able, and shall triumph overall oppressions
on the face of the whole earth.
Slaves in Divfehknt Countries. The fol
lowing ii s.iiil to he a rorrcc t ettimateof the slaves
in the fullowing roui.trief, to wit:
South American Republic,
3. 05.'). no j
Total tmmb- ofKU'M,
7, Mi i.OOO
NOV. 3, 1849.
ficKin-vi MAIerary Gem.
The Luzerne Drmoci at, occasionally presents
its readers with some splendid genu of lefined
literature, one of which, and perhaps the most
sublime we have ever perused, will he found be
low and lo which we invite the a'tention of our
literary readeie :
"We are now enjoying the mom delight
ful season of the whole year the October
Indian Summer. The days are warm and
sunny, the nights cool and clear, the tkies
bright, and the hills variegated with every
hue and shade, whilst over all the earth is
thrown as a light veil, that delicious autum
nal haze which seems to screen us from
the too fervid sunshine, and to sofien the
light into a golden mellowness which in
vests and and pervades all things, and even
seems to cast a shadow upon the human
heart, and makes one feel as though he
were in some gret universal church on a
calm sabbath dayf and the sweet sunlight
falling in upon him through stained glass
windows. It is a season of beauty, of rich
and changing beauty. Dame nature seems
to have disrobed herself of her gay sum
mer holiday costume; and to have put on a
many coloied undress a sort of invalid
robe, both gaudy and sober. 'Tis a sea
son which reminds us all of change.
"Leaves have their time to fall,
And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath,
And stars to set ; but all
Thou hatt all seasons for thine own, Oh Death !'
The fading leaves and the withering
flowers are truly emblematic of human life
and human hopes, and it is truly'said that
"Hope's gayest wreaths arej made of eaithly
Things I hat are made to fade and fade away,
E're they have blossoin'd for a few short hour?."
And "we all do fade as a leaf." Man is but
a leaf of mortality, that springs, and grows
for a season, perhaps admired, perhaps un
noticed, lives his little life, and then droops
and dies, and is forgotten. We look upon
the green leaves in the glad spring time,
when in their freshness they fill the very
atmosphere with their profusion, as bright
hopes and fond anticipations fill the heart
of youth. We see them again in the sum
mer time when they have their full growth
and beauty, and the hopes of manhood
which have been cherished for years arc no
lessgreenand promising, and seem just on
the verge of fruition. But the unlooked
for frost and bitter disappointment cast
their blight upon them all, and the green
leaf and the buoyant heart turn into the
"sere and yellow," and droop, with still
enough of life and beauty left to remind us
of what they were, whilst the ever deepen
ing tinge but too truly shadows forth what,
in time, they both must be, withered,
And it is the season of sadness too, sweet
but melancholy. We look upon the falling
leaves and we
" remember all
The friends so link'd together."
whom we have seen pass away, and a feel
ing of sad loneliness comes over the heart.
We remember the beautiful and beloved
whom we have seen fade, and droop and
die, like the summer flowers and the aut
umn leaves, casting their beauty in the
dust. And why should we not be sad?
The trees shall again be clothed in their
beauty, and the flowers that scatter their
fragrance upon the earth shall bloom asain;
but the friends we have loved and lost
alas ! live but in our memory."
Triumph ol' learning;.
Mind constitute? the majesty f f man virtue
his true nobili'y. The tide of improvement,
which is now flowing through the land like an
other Niagara, is destined to roll on downward lo
the latest posterity ; and it w ill bear them on it
bosom, our virtues, our vires, our glory or our
shame, or whatever else we may transmit as an
inheritance. It, then, in a great measure, de
pends upon the prusnt, whether the moth of im
morality, of ignorance, and the vampire of lux
ury, shall prove the overthrow ofthe repuMx ; or
whethrr knowledge and virtue, like pillais, shall
support l.cr against the whirlwind of war, am
bition, corruption, and the remorseless tooth of
The cynic may smile at the idea, but there is
perhaps many a germ of genius no.v in America,
destined to rue to the pinnacle of human glory.
Go search the records of renown. It is not to
colleges alone we are to look for great and goi-d
men. The .Saviour of mankind chose hii. compan
ions from the iihing boat; and many of the most
illustrious characters that ever illuminated the
vorld roke by the aid of ioim hurtble means.
JVOL. 3, NUmEEU 33-
"archedout and add, d aeolh, r lu , ,).e ,.
Iarsv,tem,ws a filer boy i ,1C illM . ,.'U.US
'he veiy 6Un nIVi.o.ce, , r v,(ilUr M,
learned to ,ead l,y l.e.rii.g lalr Kr.c!,
"Ider brother. SeaM-h the m oid , our ,cV.,...
"on, and the names ol Sher.oan, l u,,,, ,, ,
many others, may be adduced a, evidences tf ll
position. Active education is ever on the inclose
like mony, it, interest becomes compound-.lm I,.'
and in the course of years a vast national t, .
fury. Give , child.e,, fortune, without educa
'on, and at half ,le tMmibf r wi g0 h,
the tomboUMivioii.peihap, t0 ,jtliCive u,m
education, and they will arcumola'c fortunes;
to themselves at,d to their county. It ,s an in.
horitance worth more than gold: lor it buys honor
-they can never spend nor loe it.-ind 'through
life it proves a friend-in dealh, a consolation.
Give your children education, and no tuunt will
trample over your liberties. Give jour child
ren education, and the ilverhcd horse of the
despot will never trample in ruins the fablic of
Kattle Snake Hunter Among the wild.-:
of Lake George, in the Northern putt of this Slam,
theieisan old man who makes his livina ty
uatchilig rattlesnakes, nulline the teeth ol then
he wants to sell to showmen, and making ..il o-t
of others-an oil which ignorant people have been
quackized to believe in its superior virtues lor
rheumatisms and grains. To catch ihcm he e:i -ploys
a strong leather loop or nrr.se attached I
the end of a pole eight or ten feet in lentil)--With
this pole he cautmuIy approarrr, U,,. ,!, Pi
in front of which the snakes Lalt in the sun, i !
cing the noose over the head and neckthe n
being no constructed that when the snakes t; q.
glfc the tighter lie is held, rendering e'a;,c im possible.
When the old fellow wishes to i, c r
them and render them harmless he ix'.rac s ilo ir
fangs in the following manner: He lays the hi ...I
across a log of wood, he then places his loot en
the neck, pressing it until his Kiiakesdiip tin. ws
back his upper jaw the mod in which Ihey bile;
he then applies a pair of pincer. and with the
coolness of an experienced dcr.tit polls out the
langs one by one Set. Jlmnkan.
McMakix's Saturday Coirier this
week contains a curious and comical arti
cle it has translated from a French journal.
A young man was engaged by his father to
marry a lady he did not love. She mis
took his melanchoh for passion and so loved
him. When asked by the Mayor, at the
wedding ceremony, if he would take this
ady,&c.,the young man answered, '-No."
Imagine the lady's consternation. He ran
off. She pursued him. She found him at
a hotel in Paris, and with pistol in hwd
entered his room as he lav in bed readimr.
She insisted that he should rise, go with
her to the Mayor, have tho weddimr cere
mony go on, say "Yes" when asked, and
permit her to say "No," when her honor
would be satisfied. So thev went to the
Mayor arrayed for the weddimr. "Do vou
take this lady," Ae, asked the Mayor,
"Yes," said the young man. "Do vou
take this gentleman to be your husband,1?
etc. To the astonishment of all "Certainly
I no, said the lady. (iueerly enough, tho
parties are living very happy together.
We are sorry we have not room to ojvc the
story in full in McMakin's happy man
Let us advance on the wav of lif,; ami
return to the heavenly city, where we shall
be fellow-citizens, and of the household of
God. Let us gaze on its glory so far as
we can with mortal vision. It stands
written of it, that sorrow and sighing shall
(lee away. J here is no aire, ,lor ,oii 1f
age, for all have come to the stature or per
fect men in Christ. What can bo happier
than such a life, where there is no poverty
to fear.no sickness to f tifTcr, where no one
will hurt, none is angry.no impure n.)i,.
excites, no hunger gnaws, no ambiti,,,,
ments, no devil terrifies, no hell threatens.
Lvtl anilstnle are far away. IVncn n,t
joy evermore mien. Die i.jgl.t j forspent,
tne ciouus scatter, an illustrious day i,
ureaKing, ior mat city needs n S1I
nor moon, but the glory of tle j,or(J'
shall enlighten it.a. dthe Lamb is tle Jilt
ol it. w iiy do we not hasten in hiil, n i
love to our native land? A great rnu'iiiiidc
ihere awaits Whaljoy, .at j,jco
for them and lor us.when we can aeai See
and embrace them ! Well, then, !rt us look
onto Christ. He is the Author of na!va.
tion, and Prince of light, the source of joy'