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VOL. 3.-NO, 46.
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CLEAEFIELD, PA., WEDNESDAY, JULY 8, 1857.
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For the Raftsmati't Journal
THE EOBUTSEEQUIEMto DEPARTING DAY.
BV XVRCH1 MAY.
Lit ! hear ye not the mellow strains
Tremblingly ruse from yon spray,
It is the Robin's requiem
To the calm departing day. -
In tho lovely, early.spring time. "
When mild, soft w inds are sighing;
When the son sinks in beds of gold,
' And day's so sweetly dying ;
Ere the stilly twilight deepens,
And the darkness beauty mars,
And the dews comedown as death-damps,
From tho silent weeping stars;
We hear him sweetly caroling
HLi praises forth at even,
To the great givet of all good,
Who dwells high np in Heaven.
Then why, oh, Man. art thou so mute ;
Say, why withhold thy praise ?
Who made thee, mortal, what thou art,
Who gives theo length of days?
Walnut Grove, June 2otk.
A SIGHT AMONG THE WOLVES.
BT JOHN O. WHITTIER.
'Twas a night of January, 17 . " We had
been to a fine quilting frolic about two miles
from our settlement of four or five log bouses.
'Twas ratjscr late, about twelve o'clock, 1
should say, when the party broke up. There
was no moon, and a dull grey shadow of haze
hung around the horizon, while overhead a few
pale and sickly looking stars gare us their dull
ligM as they shone through a dingy curtain.
There were six of us in company Harry Ma
son and four a? pretty girls as ever grew up
this side of the Green Mountains. There were
my two sisters, aad Henry's sisters, and his
teet-heart, tho daughter of our next door
j:chbor. She was a downright handsome
girl that Caroline Alien. I never saw her
equal, though I am no stranger to pretty faces.
She was so pleasant and kind of heart so gen
tle and sweet spoken, and so intelligent, be
sides, that everybody loved her. She had an
eye as blue as the hill violet, and her lips were
iike a red rose leaf in June. No wonder, then,
that Harry Mason loved her boy though he
ws ; for we had neither of us seen our seven
teenth summer.
Our path lay through a thick forest of oak,
with here and there a tall pine raising its dark
full shadow against the sky with an outline
rendered indistinct by the darkness. The
snow was deep ; deeper a great deal than it
ever talis of late years ; but the surface was
frozen strong enough to bear our weight, and
we hurried on over the bright pathway with
rapid steps. We had not proceeded far before
a long howl came to our ears. We all knew it
in a moment, and I conld feel a shudder thril
ling the arms that clung to my own, as a sud
den cry broke from the lips of all, "the wolves!
the wolves !"
Did you ever see a wild wolf? not one of
your caged, broken-down, show animals, which
are exhibited for a sixpence a sight, and chil
dren half price ; but a fierce, half starved ran
ger of the wintry forest, howling and hurrying
over the snow, actually mad with hunger.
There is none of God's creatures which has
such a frightful, fiendish look, as this animal.
It has the form as well as the spirit of a de
mon.
Another and another howl; and then we
could hear distinctly the quick patter of feet
behind us. We turned right about and looked
in the direction of the sound. "The wolves
are after us," said Mason, pointing to a line of
dark bodies. And so in fact they were, a
whole troup of them, howling like so many
Indians in a pew-wow. We had no weapons
oi any kind, and we knew enough of the vile
creatures who followed ns to know that it
would be useless to contend .with them. There
was not a moment to lose ; the savage beasts
were close upon us. The attempt to fight
would Lave been a hopeless afiair. There was
but one chance of escape, and we instantly
seized upon it.
"To the tree ; let us clmib this tree !" I
cried, springing forwards toward a long-bough
ei and gnarled oak, which I saw at a glance
might be easily climbed.
Harry Mason sprang lightly into the tree,
and aided in placing the girls 1n a place of
comparative safety.among the boughs. I was
the last on the ground, and the whole tronp
were yelling at my heels before I reached the
rest of the company. There was one moment
of hard breathing and wild exclamation among
lis, then a feeling of calm thankfulness for our
escape. The night was cold, and we soon be
gan to shiver and shake, like so many sailors
on the top-mast of an Iceland whaler. But
there were no murmurs, no complaining among
pi, tor we could distinctly see the gaunt, at
tenuated bodies of the wolves beneath us, and
every now and then we could see great, glow
ing eyes, staring np into the tree where we
were seated. And then their yells ; they were
loud, and fierce, and hideous.
I know not how lorg we had remained in
this situation, for we had no means of ascer
taining the time, when I heard a limb of a
tree cracking as if breaking down beneath
. the weight of some of us, and a moment after
wards a shriek went through my ears like the
piercing of a knife. A light form went down
fh-o the naked branches, with a dull heavy
pvoii'i non the stiff snow. '
"0: koul I am gone!"
It was the rolco of Caroline Allen. The
poor girl never spoke again. There was a hor
rid dizziness and confusion in my brain, and I
spoke not ; and I stored not, for the whole, at
that time, was like an ugly, unreal dream. I
only remember that there . were smothered
groans and dreadful howls .underneath ! It
was all over in a moment. Poor Coroline !
She was literally eaten alive ! The wolves bad
a frightful feast, and they became raving mad
with the taste of blood !
When I came fully to myself when the hor
rible dream went off and it lasted but a mo
ment I struggled to shake off the arms of my
sister, which were clinging around me, and
could I have cleared myself, I should have
jumped down among the raving animals. But
when a second thought came over me, I knew
that any attempt at rescue would be useless.
As for poor Mason, he was wild with horror.
He had tried to follow Caroline when she fell,
but he could not shake off the grasp of' his ter
rified sister. His youth, and weak constitu
tion and frame, were unable to stand the dread
ful trial, and he stood close by my side, with
his hand firmly clenched, and his teeth set
closely, gazing down on the dark wrangling
creatures below, with the fixed stare of a ma
niac. It was indeed a terrible scene. Around
was the thick cold night and below the rave
nous wild beasts were lapping their bloody
jaws, and howling for another victim.
The morning broke at last, and our frightful
enemies fled at the first advances of daylight,
like so many cowardly murderers. We waited
until the sun had risen, before wo ventured to
crawl from our hiding places. We were chill
ed through ; every limb was numb and cold
with terror, and poor Mason was delirious and
raged wildly about the things he had witness
ed. There were bloody stains about the tree,
and a few long black hairs were trampled in
the snow.
We had gone but a little distance when we
were met by oar friends from the settlement,
who had become alarmed at -our absence.
They were shocked at our wild and frightful
appearance ; and my brothers have often times
told me that at first we seemed like so many
crazed .and brain-sickened creatures. They
assisted us to reach home ; but Harry Mason
never recovered from the dreadful trial, ne
neglected his business, his studies and his
friends, anon murmcring to himself about that
dreadful night. lie fell to drinking soon af
ter, and died a miserable drunkard before age
had whitened a single hair upon his head.
For my part, 1 confess I never recovered
from the terrors of the melancholy circumstan
ces which I have endeavored to describe.
The thought of it has haunted me like a shad
ow, and even now the scene comes at times
freshly before me in my dreams, and I jump
up with something of the same feeling of ter
ror which 1 experienced when, more than half
a century since, I passed a night among the
wolves. "
FACTS AXD FIGURES.
nobart Scymore, in his interesting book,
entitled "Evenings with the Jesuits," a work
distinguished for its fairness, and which
groups together some impressive incidents
and many important facts, shows the aggrcs
sive policy of the Komish Hierarchy, and its
corrupting tendencies.
He states that the yearly average for mur
ders in all Italy in that land where theChurch
of Rome is supreme, and without a rival is
one-thousand nine hundred and sixty eight, so
that even' year there aro left murdered in
cold blood more men, women and children
than often fall in the most blood stained bat
tle fields. And this in the land of convents,
and nunneries, and confessionals in the land
where, of all else on the wide surface of God's
creation, we might expect the full and happy
development of all the restraints which the
Church of Rome imposes upon crime in the
land where priests, and monks, and nuns ex
ceed one hundred and twenty thousand.
Wm. Whitesides states that at Assissi thero
are twelve convents; at Folingo twelve for
monks and eight for nuns i at Spoletto, twenty
two ; at Terni, five ; at Marni, seven lor
monks, and five for nuns. It appears, too,
that at Perugia there are thirty-four for monks
and fifty for nuns. And yet it is in this very
district that the murders amount to one hun
dred and thirteen to the million of the popu
lation ! while in Naples and Sicily, there are,
or rather were, a few years ago, sixteen thou
sand four hundred and fifty-five monks, and
thirteen thousand nuns, the largest number in
any country in the world, and there is also the
larecst proportion of crime to be found in any
one country on the whole surface of God's
creation ! The following are the results in all
the several Roman Catholic countries, as con
trasted with Protestant England :
Roman Catholic Ireland, 19 to the million ;
Belgium 18, France 31, Austria 36, Bavaria C8,
Sardinia 20, Lombardy 45, Tuscany 56, the
Papal States 113, Sicily 90, and Napfesl74 to
the million, whilst in Protestant England there
are but four murders to the million of popula
tion !
Thes3 facts and figures are Instructive. They
hmr derived as thev are from official sources,
that convents and nunneries, and all such in
stitutions of Romanism have failed in these
countries where they have been tried under
the circumstances most favorable for their de
hira fAiled wretchedly and sig-
..11. Anil nrirnmnnt. that we ought to
introduce into this country the institutions of
Romanism, even in a moainea ionu, a
efficient in repressing crime than the prmc -
pies and motives oi jrroii;i"i ,
not only answered, but asmhilat"''
SUT EOVENGOOD'S SHIRT.
BT A TENXES9EEAX.
The first one I met was "Sut," (after cross
ing the Hiwassee,) "weaving along" in his u
sual rambling, uncertain gait. His appearance
at once satisfied me that something was wrong.
He had been sick, whipped in a free fight, or
was just out-growing one of his big drunks.
But upon this"pQint I was soon enlightened.
"Why, Sut, what's wrong now ?"
"Heaps wrong ; durn my skin ef I hain't
most dead.. Lite off on that ar hoss, George,
an' take a horn,while I take two, (shaking that
everlasting flask of his at me,) an' plant yer
self on that ar log, an' I'll tell ye ef I ken,
but it's most beyonftellin'. I reckon I'm the
darndest fool out en Utaw, 'cept my daj, for
he acted hoss, an' I haint dun that yet allcrs
in sum trap that cudent kech a sheep. I'll
drown myself sum day, see cf I don't, jest to
stop a family d taper sition to mak d-d fools on
themselves."
"How is it, Sat, have yon been beat playing
cards, or drinking, which is it"
"Nara one; that can't be did in these parts;
but seein' it's you, George, I'll tell you ; but
I swar I'm 'shamed sick sorry, and and
mad, I am.
"You know I boards with Bill Carr, at his
cabin on the mountain, an' pays fur sich es I
gets when I hev money, an' when I hevent
eny, why he takes one-third ove it outen me
in cussin'; an' she, that's his wife Belts, takes
out t'other two thirds with the battlin' stick,
and the intrust with her tung, an' the intrusts
more'n the principa'l heap more. She's the
cusscdest 'oman I ever seed eny how fur jaw,
and pride. She. can scold a blister onto a
bull's face rite on the curl in two minits.. She
pattrens arter ev'ry fishun she hears tell on,
from bussils to bricbes. Oh ! she's one of
'em, and sometimes she's two or three. Well,
ye see, I'd got sum home made cotton truck
to nfake a new shirt outen, and coaxed Betts
tu make it, and about the time it wur dun,
here comes Lawyer Johnson along an' axed for
breakfus I wish it had pizened him, durn his
hied, an' 1 wonder it didn't, fur she cooks aw
ful mixens when she trys. I'm pizen proof,
myself, (holding np his flask and peeping
through it,) ur I'd been ded long ago.
"Well, while he wur a eatin', she spied out
that his shirt was stiff an' mity slick ; so she
never rested till she worm'd it outen him that
a preperation uv flour did it, an' she got a few
pcrticulcrs about the perccedins tu, outen him
by 'oman's art I don't know how she did It,
perhaps he does. Artcr he left, she sot in an'
bilcd a big pot uv paste, high on tu a peck uv
it, an' souzed in my shirt an' let it soak a
while ; then she tuck it an' ironed it out fiat
an' dry, an' sot it up on its aidge agin the cab
in in the sun. Thar it stood as stiff as a dry
hoss hide, an' it rattled like a sheet uv iron, it
did. It wur pasted tugether all over. When
I cum tu dinner, nuthin' wud do but I must
put it on. Well, Betts an' me got the thing
open arter sum hard work, she pullin' at one
uv the tails an' me at tuthcr, an' I got into it
Durn tho cverlastin' new fangled shirt, I say,
I felt like I'd crawled inter an' old bee gnm
fil'd lull uv pis-ants ; but it wnr like Lawyer
Johnson's, an' I stud it like a man, an' went tu
work tu build Betts a ash-hopper. I worked
powerful bard an' swet like a hoss, an when
the shirt got wet it quit its hurtin'. Arter I
got dun, I tuck about four fingers uv red head,
an' crawled up into the cabin loft tu take a
siruse.
"Well, when I waked np I tho't I was ded,
or had the cholcry, for all the jints I cud muve
were my ankles,wrists and knees cudu't even
muve my head an' skasely wink my eyes the
cussed shirt wur pasted fast onto me all over,
from the pint uv the tails tu the pint uv the
broad-ax collars over my ears. It sot me as
close as a poor cow dus her hide in March.
squirm'd an' strain'd till I got it sorter broke
at the shoulders and elbows, an' then I dun
the durndest fool thing ever did in these
mountains. I shnflled my britches off an' tore
lose frum my hide about two inches uv the tail
all round in much pain and tribulation. Oh !
but it did hurt. Then I tuck tip a plank outen
the loft and hung my legs down thru the hole
and nailed the aidge uv the frunt tail to the
aidge uv the floor before, an the hind tail I
nailed tu the plank what I set on. I onbut
toned the collar and ristbands, raised my hands
way up abuv my head, shut np my eyes, said
grace, an' jumpt thru to the groun' floor.
Here Sut ruminated sadly.
"George, I'm a durnder fool than ever dad
wus, Hess, Hornets and all. I'll drown'd my
self sum uv these days, see ef I don't."
"Well, go on, Sut, did this shirt come off?"
. "I t-h-i-n-k i-t d-i-d. I hearn a neise
sorter like tarin a shingle rood off a house,
all at onst, an' felt like my bones wur all that
reached the floor. I staggered tu my feet 'an
tuck a lookeup at the shirt. The nails had
all hilt thar holt, an' thar itwrur hangin' arms
down, inside out, an' as stiff as ever. It iook a
like a mapur Mexico jist arter one uvthe
wurst battles-a patch of my hide about the
size uv a dollar an' a half bill hero ; a bunch
of my bar about the size uv a bird's nest thar ;
then sum more skin ; then sum paste ; then a
little more har; then a heap uvskin; then
more har; then skin; an' so on all over that
durn'd new fangled, everlastin', infernal cuss
of a shirt. It wur a pictur to look at an' so
wur I. Thejhide, har, an' paste wur about e-
kally divided atwecn me an' it. Wonder what
Betts, durn her, tho't when she cum home an'
foun' me raissin'. 'Speck she thinks I crawl
ed intu the thicket an' died uv my wounds.
It must uv sRared her good, fur I tell you it
looked like the skin uv sum wild beast torn off
alive, or a bag what had kerried a load ut ft esh
beef frum a shootin' match.
"Now, George, ef ever I ketch that Lawyer
Johnston out I'll shoot him, an' if ever an'
'oman talks about flat'nin' a shirt fur me agin',
durn my everlastin' pictur ef I don't flatten
her. It's a rit-ribution sartin, the biggest
kind uv a preacher's regular rit-ribution. Du
you mind my drivin' uv dad thro' that ho'net's
nest, an' then racin' uv him inter the kreek ?"
"Yes."
"Well, this is what enms uv it. I'll drown
myself sum uv these days, see ef I don't, ef I
don't die frum that awful shirt. Take a horn,
an' don't you ever try a sticky shirt as long
as you live."
For the Raftsman's Journal.
THOUGHT.-By Ella H.
Tho old adage, "as quick as thought," re
verberates through the lapse of ages, and
strikes my mind as a very appropriate one.
Thought travels even faster than the Tivid
lightning. Now we are thinking ot present
pleasure, friends or prospects, and anon remi-
nescing the buried past living over the happy
hours of childhood, when every face seemed
as smiling, and every heart as true as flowers
are beautiful ; roaming the flowery dales or
clambering the rugged hills, gathering curios
ities from Nature's ample cabinet and admi
ring Nature's exquisite charms ; again enjoy
ing the society of friends who were dear as
happiness, but who have been snatched from
our embrace by hoiden fortune or time's re
sistless tide ; the next moment our wandering
imaginations are scanning the bidden future,
building castles in the air which are too apt to
be shaken down by tho withering winds of ad
versity, and but add another pang to stern re
ality to think that hopes so bright were so illu
sive. Now we arc thinking of our own sunny
land, and anon roaming in some lonely glen or
crowded city of lands far across the ocean
wave. Now we are thinking of the pleasures,
sorrows, and changes of Earth, and anon the
mind descends to the "gulf of dark despair,"
or soars on pinions of light to the happy land
far, far away, to that great day when every se
cret tuoiciit will be disclosed to an assembled
world. Would we direct our thoughts, as it is
in a measure our privilege, to the subject of
Mathematics, the Natural Sciences, or the
more easy and pleasant one of Human Nature,
the salutary effect would doubtless be great.
It was thought, aided by inventive genius and
an ardent desire to benefit their own and suc
ceeding generations, that made Linnncus, Vol
taire, Euclid, Newton, Milton, Cowpor, Wash
ington and Webster what they were. There
are still many wonders and secret charms on
the hill of science, which will require genius,
application, thought, to discover. It is by
thought we perform the every-day duties of
life ; in thought we spend our most useful and
happy hours ; in the language of a philoso
pher, our greatest treasures are our thoughts j
by thought we obtain an education, without
which life is a dream, happiness a phantom.
Fleming, Centre Co., Pa
Another. The Clarion Banner, one of the
papers relied on by the Sanderson and Brady
clique to support the Lancaster nominations,
has run up the Wilmot ticket and turns a cold
shoulder upon the "side-door" operations.
The editor expresses his strong attachment to
the American party, but adds :
"But we are sure it can never win either re
spect or victory so long as it is controlled by a
few log-rollers, whose only object is to spread
difficulty in the way of success. For our part
we would sacrifice much but cannot surren
der principle we dare not ignore right we
must not seek the elevation of men to office
merely because they call themselves Ameri
cans, who lacking the proper qualification
mnst bring disgrace to onr cause and earn the
withering contempt of the world."
Pork. "A. fat hog is the very quintessence
of scrofula and carbonic acid gas ; and he who
eats it, must not expect thereby to bnild up a
sound physical organism. While It con
tributes heat, there is not a twentieth part of
it nitrogen, the base of muscle."
This is sound practical truth. Fat pork was
never designed for human food ; it is material
for breath, and nothing more ; see Liebig and
other organic chemists and physiologists ; it
makes no red meat or muscle ; the prize fighter
is not allowed to eat it ; all that is not con
sumed by the lungs, remains to clog the body
with fat. ' .
Extensive Haul of Counterfeit Notes.
A man named Driggs has been arrested at St.
Louis with $5,495 in counterfeit bank bills in
his possession. Among them were $100 notes
on the Farmers' Bank of Maryland 5s on two
Virginia banks the Bank of Commerce and
the Northwestern Bank. He had also in his
possession four plates for the manufacture of
bogus notes.
Pearls at Hakrisbcro. The editor of one
of the Ilarrisburg, Pa., papers has found a
number of pearls in muscles picked np in Pax
ton creek, at that place. It is now pretty well
settled that pearls may be found in these shells
in many sections ol Pennsylvania.
Bl'RR AND BLENNEUH ASSET.
BT WILLIAM WIRT.
'Let us put the case between Burr and Blen
nerhassct. Let us compare the two men, and
settle this question of precedence between
them. It may save a good deal of trouble
somo ceremony hereafter.
"Who Aaron Burr is, we have seen, in part,
already. I will add that, beginning his opera
tions in New York, he associates with him
men whose wealth is to supply the necessary
funds. Possessed of the mainspring, his per
sonal labor contrives all the machinery. Per
vading the continent from New York to New
Orleans, he draws into his plan, by every al
lurement which he can contrive, men of all
ranks and descriptions. To youthful ardour
he presents danger and glory j to ambition,
rank and titles and honors; to avarice, the
mines of Mexico. To each person whom he
addresses he presents the object adapted to
his taste. His recruiting officers are appoint
ed. Men are engaged throughout the conti
nent. Civil life is, indeed, quiet upon its sur
face, but in its bosom this man has contrived
to deposit the materials which, with the slight
est touch of his match, produce an explosion
to shake the continent. All this his restless
ambition has contrived ; and in the autumn of
1806, be goes forth, for the last time, to apply
this match. On this occasion he meets with
Blenneruasset.
"Who is BlenncrhassetT A native of Ire
land ; a man of letters, who fled from the
storms of his own country to find quiet in ours.
His history shows that war is not the natural
element of his mind. If it had been, he nev
er would have exchanged Ireland for America.
So far is an army ftom furnishing the society
natural and proper to Mr. Blencerhasset's char
acter, that on his arrival in America, he retir
ed even from the population of the Atlantic
States, and sought quiet and solitude in the
bosom of our Western forests. But he car
ried with him taste and science and wealth ;
and lo, the desert smiled ! Possessing himself
of a beautiful island in the Ohio,he rears npon
it a palace, and decorates it with every roman
tic embellishment of fancy. A shrubbery,
that Shenstone might have envied, blooms a
round him. Music, that might have charmed
Calypso and her nymphs, is bis. An exten
sive library spreads its treasures before him
A phylosophical aparatus offers to him all the
secrets and mysteries of nature. Peace, tran
qnility and innocence shed their mingled dc
lights around him. And to crown the enchant
ment of the scene, a wife, who is said to be
lovely even beyond hor sex, and graced with
every accomplishment that can render it irri
sistable, had blessed him with her love and
made him the father of several children. The
evidence wonld cocvince you that this is but
a feint picture of the real life. In the midst
of all this peace, this innocent simplicity and
this tranquility, this feast of the mind, this
pure banquet of the heart,the destroyer comes;
he comes to change this paradise into a hell.
Yet the flowers do not wither at his approach.
No monitory shuddering through the bosom of
their nnfortunatc possessor warns him of the
ruin that is coming npon him. A stranger
presents himself. Introduced to their civili
ties by the high rank which he had lately held
in his country, he soon finds his way to their
hearts,bysthe dignity and elegance of his de
meanor, the light and beauty of his conversa
tion, and the seductive and fascinating power
of his address. The conquest was not diffi
cult. Innocence is ever simple and credu
lous. Conscious of no design itself, it sus
pects none in others. It wears no guard be
fore its breast. Every door and portal and
avenue of the heart is thrown open, and all
who choose it enter. Such was the state of
Eden when the serpent entered its bowers.
The prisoner, in a more engaging form, wind
ing himself into the open and un practiced
heaitof the unfortunate Blennerbasset, found
but little difficulty in changing the native char
acter of that heart and the objects of its affec
tion. By degrees he infuses into it the poison
of his own ambition. He breathes into it the
fire of his own courage ; a daring and despe
rate thirst for glory ; an ardour panting for
great enterprises, for all the storm and bustle
and hurricane of life. In a short time the
whole man is changed, and every object of his
former delight i 3 relinquished. No more he
enjoys the tranquil scene ; it has become flat
and, insipid to his taste. His books are aban
doned. His retort and crucible are thrown a-
sidc. His shrubbery blooms and breathes its
fragrance upon the air in vain ; he like it not.
His ear no longer drinks the rich melody of
music ; it longs for the trumpet's clangor and
the cannon's roar. Even the prattle of his
babes, once io sweet, no longer affects him ;
and the angel smile of his wife, which hither
to touched bis bosom with ecstacy so unspeak
able, is now unseen and tinfelt. Greater ob
jects have taken possession of his soul. His
imagination has been dazzled by visions of di
adems, of stars and garters and titles of nobil
ity. He has been taught to bnrn with restless
emulation at the names of great heroes and
conquerors. His enchanted island is destined
soon to relapse into a wilderness ; and in a few
months we find the beautiful and tender part
ner of his bosom, whom he lately 'permitted
not the winds of summer 'to visit too rough.
lj, we find her shivenn at midnight, on the
wintery banks of the Ohio, and mingling her
fears with the torrents, that froze as they fell,
Yet this unfortunate man, thns deluded fron
his interest and his happiness, thus Seduced
from the paths of innocence and peace, thus-
confounded in the toils that were deliberately
spread before him, and overwhelmed by the
mastering spirit and genius of another this
man, thus ruined and undone and made to play
a subordinate part in this grand drama ef guilt
and treason, this man is to be called the prin
cipal offender, while he, by whom he was tnu
plunged in misery, is comparatively innocent.
a mere accessory ! Is this reason 1 Isitlawf
Is it humanity T Sir, neither the human heart
nor the human understanding will bear a per
version so monstrous and absurd ! so shocking
to the soul ! so revolting to reason ! Let Aa
ron Burr then not shrink from the high desti
nation which he has courted ; and having al
ready ruined Blennerhasset in fortune, char
acter and happiness forever, let him not at
tempt to finish the tragedy by thrustmg that
ill-fated man between himself and punishment.
"Upon the whole, sir, reason declares Aaron
Burr the principal in this crime, and confirm
herein the sentence of the law ; and the ge
tleman, in saying that his offence is of a deriv
ative and accessorial nature, begs the ques
tion, and draws bis conclusions from what, in
stead of being conceded, is denied. It is clear
from what has been said, that Burr did not de
rive his guilt from the men on the island, but
imparted his own guilt to them ; that be it not
an accessory, but a principal ; and therefore
that there is nothing in the objection which
demands a record of their conviction, before?
we shall go on with our proof against him'
AGRICULTURAL,
Ccltivatioji op BccxwHKAT. From what
we have observed we think few farm crops
have paid better than Buckwheat, 'during a
few years past. There have, of course, been
exceptions, in limited localities, bet ail that
has been raised, has met wHh ready sales at
good prices. We have seldom been able t
purchase a good article of Buckwheat flour at
less price than Wheat flour. Indeed, ao high
has the former been at times that Wheat flour
of second grade has been extensively raited
with it. It is decidedly in favor of Bnckwheat
that it can be used as a make-shift, to fill in
where from a late Spring or other causes it
has been impossible to sow Spring. Wheat,
Oats, or other earlier crops. It may b sown
in this latitude for raising grain as late as the
middle of July, but we advise earlier sowing,
say by the first of the month if not before,
where it can be dene as well at that time For
plowing under as a fertilizer, it can be sown
from early Spring to the close of August.
Buckwheat Polygonum fagopyntm) is some
times called Beechwheat from the close resem
blance of its kernel to the common bceek-nuf.
Its use for hot cakes, famil:aiIy known as "flap
jacks" or slapjacks is Coo' well known tore-
quire description. The recently improved hul
ling mills for removing the black shell, has
tended to greatly extend its use. It is also
good for stock, pigs, poultry, &e. In Europe
and also in some places in this country, it is
very extensively raised as food for bees. It
is grown for fodder, and if cured In a green
state, and stowed away in small stacks of two
or three tuns each, or in a dry loft, or on an
open scaffold, and then steamed before feed
ing during the winter, or cut fine in a straw
cutter, slightly moistened with water, and
mixed with meal, it makes tolerably nutritious
food for cattle and horses. Finally, it is also
grown as a fertilizer, to be plowed deep under
tho soil when in blossom. Though not equal
to clover for this purpose, still it enriches the
land rapidly, and, has the advantage of grow
ing when and where clover will scarcely show
its more delicate heads. .
Soil and Preparation. The best soil, un
doubtedly, for Buckwheat, is a good, dry, light
sandy loam ; but it may be made to grow well
in any soil if properly prepared. Fresh ma
nure should only be applied to this crop when
a growth of straw ajone is wanted. When its
grain is desired, dissolved bones is the best
manure ; next comes a mixture half and half
of guano and bone-dust. We bare seen fine
large crops raised on the poor sandy soils of
Long-Island and New-Jersey, by an applica
tion oi ten to fifteen bushels of bone-dust per
acre. Plow deep, sow the seed broad-cast,
then the manure, then barrow well, and finish
by rolling smooth.
Quantity of Seed per Acre. If sown for a
fertilizer or for fodder, put in one and a half
to two bushels per acre j if for the grain, three
quarters to one and a half bushels per acre, is
usually sufficient. Sow broad-cast, or in drills
as most convenient.
Time of Catting. If for grain, cut aa soon
as the berry is well filled with milk, and before
it gets very hard. Loss frequently ensues by
letting it stand too long, for it la a grain that
shells easily as the straw is turned in the field.
When wanted for fodder, cnt just as it U go
ing out of bloom, and cure the same as clover
hay. ' : .
When plowed in for a fertilizer, do this la
foil bloom, and cover as deep and well as pos
sible. " .. .
Col. .Frejioiit is engaged Inputting the last
touches upon the new and complete edition of
his works, shortly to be published. . It is said
that be is to receive $10,000 as an advance
from the publishers upon the prospective sales
of the volumes. -
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