11 t n Richard Nugent, Editor - The whole art of Goveiwmext consists ik the ART.fjjr being honest. Jefferson. t aaid Pnbllslier ? VOL. I. STROUDSBURG, MONROE COUNTY, PA, FjRIDAY, FEBRUARY 21, 1840. No. 5. JEFFERSONIAN REPUBLICAN. TERMS. Two dollars per annum in advance Two dollars and a quarter, half yearly, and if not paid before the end of .the year, Two dollars and a halt Those who receive their pa "pere by a earner or stage drivers employed by the proprietor, will be charged 37 1-2 ct. per year, extra. No papers discontinued until an; arrearages arc paid, except &l the option of the Editor. lO'Aavcrtiscmenls not exceeding one square (sixteen linos) irill be inserted three .weeks foj; one dollar : twenty-five cents for even subsequent insertion ; larger ones in proportion. A liberal discount will be made to yearly advertisers. K7AIl letters addressed to the Editor must be post paid. job PRirvTmo. Having a general assortment of large elegant plain and orna mental Type, we are prepared to execute every des cription of Cards, Cfrcnlars, Bill IIcad9, flote, Blanlt Receipts, JUSTICES, LEGAL AND OTHER BLANKS, PAMPHLETS, &c. Printed with neatness and despatch, on reasonable terms. " POETRY. From the Casket. A FATHER'S LAMENT FOR HIS FIRST BORN, ur JOHN c. m'cabe. She's goac ! th at lovely flower, which late so fond I prcst, And that young hcartihat beat so quick hath hushed iuelf to rest; And as the rolling billow, that dies along the shore, Makes a low soul-touching moan, and then is heard no more ; My little prattler gazed awhile upon the earth and sighed, Then closed her azure lids o'er her soft blue eyes, and died. ' Farewell, my little charmer! farewell, my Mary dear! Oftjfromthy father's eye shall fall, the agonizing tear ; "When mcm'ry from her treasury brings each feature fond to view ; The coral li p, the rosy cheek, the eye of melting blue, When fancy shall the car with touching music fill, Of that loved voice, oh ' how the soul Yiith anguish keen will thrill. Tis said that kindred spirits, watch over those on earth they love, And art thou, dearest Mary, looking.from.tliy h ome above. O'er the pathway of thy father, as hcjwcnds him to thy grave, Where night-winds whisper solemnly, and weeping willows wave 7 Oh! couldst thou leave thy happy home, beyond those star-li. skies, Or could" I take an angel s wing, and to those regions rise, ThK I might clasp my child once more, and give a parentis kiss, A. calm would o'er my spirit steal, and grief would yield to bliss. It cannot be ! it cannot be, thou never wilt return. Nor can my clay-cloggy fpu-it rise, to where those pale lights bum! Uri at thy little tomb mi watch, nfll each star fades away, Night"! thou shall witness all my grief, too sacred twere for day.- SELECT TALES. From the Ladv's Book. OUR JESSIE, OR, THE EXCLUSIVES. BT MRS. EMMA C. EMBURY. "IfrzzT, who was that pretty girl I met on the stairs this morning !" said Frederick Carleton, as threw himself into a well cushioned chair beside his sister: rshe was some intimate friend, I pre sume, for she went into your apartment.' 'I suppose it was Sarah Morton, as she is the only rerson I am in the habit of admitting to my dressing room; was she very pretty V Beautiful.' ' How was she dressed V 'With tho utmost simplicity and neatness.' 'It must have been Sarah : she dresses with great taste. Did the lady you met wear a black velvet mantilla, with a white hat and wiiiow feather?' 1 Pshaw ! black velvet fiddlesticks. Do you call that simplicity ! No, the lovely creature I mean, wore a little straw bonnet and a black silk apron ; l.er dark hair was parted smoothly upon her snowy forehead : she had soft bluo eyesand a mouth like an opening rose-bud ; note, can you tell me who she is V 4 Oh,T exclaimed Lizzy, 'it rh'iisl have been our Jessie.' 4 And pray, who is 4 our Jezsie V asked hor bro ther. Q3y our seam3tresfi, Prod; a pretty little crea sluro, vAo looks scarcely sixteen.' 'By Jupiter! if that girl is a seamstress, For tune never made a greater mistake; it can'; bo.' 4 Well, wc can poon decide the matter, Fred ; Jessie is now at work in our Utile sewing room, and as I am going up to giv her some directions, uu can accompany me.' Frt-derick Carleton obeyed his sisters sugges li ?n,and sauntered into thvj room, half hoping his sister was mistaken. But no ; there sat the ob ject oHiia admiration ; there sat our Jessie, sur rounded by pieces and patches, shaping and sew ing with the utmost diligence, and scarcely raising her eyes from her work. Seating himself at a lijtle distance, under pretence of waiting his sis ter's leisure, Frederick busied himself in studying the countenance of the unconscious girl. ' Jler features arc not perfectly regular,' thought he; but what soft eyes .she has; what a lovely mouth, and how beautifully hcrfiue forohead shines out between those bands of raven hair ; her voice, too, is soft and low, an excellent thing in woman. Wiiat a pity such a creature should be tho slave of fashionable tyrants.' 4 Tell me,5 said he to his eldest sister, Mrs. De Grey, as he turned to the,, dining-room, 'tall me who js,.' our Ji?fis.'4 . i.. r u H 't' 'Her story is soon told,' said Mrs. De Grey, laughing, ' and for your sake, my susceptible bro ther, I am sorry she is not a heroine of romance. Jessie Murray's father was a painter, who, meet ing with a severe accidental injury, was confined to his bed for several years before his death, during which time his wife supported tho family by seam stress work and dress making. Mr. Murray was always a reading man, and after he was disabled, he diverted his weary hours by books and the ed ucation of his children. 1 have been told that he studied Latin and Greek, in order that he might teach his son, and thus fit htm, jf possibfej for col lege, while he carefully instructed Jessie in all the branches he deemed essential to a good educa tion. After her father's death, which occurred not J in society. long since, when Jessie was about eighteen years of age, she determined to fulfil his wishes respect ing liar young brother, and secure for him a colle giate education. She therefore adopted her pre sent employment; she is a neat seamstress and an excellent dress-maker. Ker services are highly esteemed, and she works for a few customers who engage her, as we do, for several months together. Her brother entered college last fall, and she is at all the expense of his education.' ' What a noble-minded girl sho must be, to sub mit to a life of drudgery for such a purpose.' 'She Is the more praiseworthy, Fred, because she cculd have obtained a situation as nursory-go-vcrnoss, which, accoidingto modern notions, would have been far less degrading ; but she refused it because it would prevent her from returning every night to her mother.' ' Is she always cheerful and good humored V ' She has one of the most winning tempers I ever knew.' 4 She must be a lovely creature.' 4 Yes, it is a pity to see so much beauty and grace wasted in humble life.' But why heed it be wasted, Julia V 'Because she will, in nil probability, marry some rough mechanic who will never perceive her grace, and scarcely appreciate her beauty.' ' Do you suppose,-the, that personal beauty is not appreciated by " the poor as well as the rich, Julia V 4 Yes ; but only certain kinds of beauty, a heal thy coarse red check, and a bold bright eye, are 'Julia, what are yon talking about! Are Amer icans running mad 1 Here have I returned to my native country after an absence of only five years, and while my love for our republican institutions has increased tenfold, I find my countrymen have become perfectly beside themselves in their aping of foreign follies Plcbians forsooth! and, pray, inmate of Julia's stately mansion inheritance insured him a competence;)and he re solved to marry as soon as he should rjieet with a woman capable" of realizing his notions of domes tic happiness. It is not to be supposedthat the rich and travelled Mr. Carleton, (whose three thousand dollars of income was morej-than dou bled by many-tongued rumor,) lacked .opportunities of selecting a companion for life. Butfamong the manoeuvering mamas and displaying daughters, he had as yet seen no one who equalled tis ideas of womanly loveliness. A true Americarjln feeling, he had lived long enough among foreign lollies to despise them most heartily, and especially did he abhor this attempt to establish fin exclusive system I am no agrarian;' he would often say, ' nor have I any Utopian notions ofperfect e quality ; I am aware that there must alvpys exist different classes in society, such as working men and men of wealth, men gifted with intellect, and others only remove from idiocy ; but lepus never adknowlcdge that worst of all tyrannies, an ob- ligarchy of mere wealth. A man of enlightened mind and virtuous principles is my equal whatever be his occupation, and whether his hand be har dened by the blacksmith'3 hammer, or. soiled by the ink of the learned professions, it is one which I can grasp with respect.' His notions much displeased bis fastidious sis ters, and they took great pains to convince him of his foil'. But it was in vain they tried to initiate him into the mysteries of modern fashion, he would neither conceal half his face beneath an over growth of moustache and beard, nor would he imi tate the long eared asses of South America, in the. longitude of his superb raven locks. He even re fused to carry the indispensable cane, alleging that since such a sudden lameness had fallen upon the spindle-shanked men of fashion, it was the duty of those who could still boast some solidity of under standing to depend on themselves for support. The ladies pronounced him very handsome, but shockingly unfashionable ; while the gentlemen who found that his rent-roll was not likely to be diminished either at the billiard table or the race course, discussed his character as they picked their teeth on the steps of the Broadway hotels, and wondered how he contrived to spend, his money The simple story of Jessie Murray riddr'jdeeply sweet countenance am not tena to aecrease nisin terest. How much of self mingles in the bestfeel incs" of humanity! Had Jessie been a freckled red-haired, snub-nosed girl, Fred woald probably have soon forgotten her sisterly devojion, but she was too pretty to Tanish quickly from his mind Some how or other, it happened almoit every mor ning that he found it necessary to s;e his sisters at an early hour when he was sure of finding them the sewing room. Ills presence bocame at ' Did you really give Jessie your arm, and escort her home V 'I did; and when I saw the quiet, pleasant little parlor, ivhich she called home, 1 had a great mind to offer Iter my hand as well as my arm.' ' Frederick, arc you losing your senses ! If I did not know you were'jesting, I should think you had been taking too much wine !' 'I never was in a sounder state of mind, my dear sisters, and yet I declare to you I have a great riiind to make little Jessie your sister-in-law that is, if she will accept me.' ' Come, come, Fred, interposed Mrs. De Grey, 4 you are carrying the farce too far; Lizzy is rea dy to cry with" vexation.' 'It is no farce, Julia, I am in earnest. 4 For heaven's sake, do nat be such a fool j a pretty business it would be to introduce one of my hirelings as my sister. No, no, Fred, that won't do.' 'You need not introduce her if you are ashamed of her. I darb say we, should find society without your aid. 4 It would be ruinous to all Lizzy's prospects.' 4 How so ?' ' Why, do you suppose her rich admirer, Chas Tibbs, would marry the sister of a man whose wife had once been a seamstress! Frederick laughed heartily as he replied : 'Truo had forgotten ; Charles Tibbs is the grandson of old Toney Tibbs, who used to peddle essences a- bout the streets, and ot course is good society. Well, 1 will not interfere with Lizzy's matrimonial speculations, so banish your fears.' un, l nave no tears aooui n, ior wun au your your eccentricities I am sure you would never do anything so degrading.' lio dc conciuuca m our nexi.j , ow . m,; r.t a ' m uie sewmu room i vtiiu uiu uiu mu (Lu(i ui una musi uuuiuuiauuiwUui" . . i -.1 1111- 11 t 1 ' Innrrth ntfiitrt nnhonnnrl hv Inccio noiro nc uf hie sisters, and while he amused himself in romping munity !' ' Why, Fred, there must be a difference between the upper and lower classes of all communities.' 'Yes, Julia, the difference between the good and the wicked, the honest and dishonest, tho educa ted and the ignorant, the governors and the gov erned ' 4 You forget the principal distinction, Frederic, the rich and the poor.' ' Aye, I thought so; that is the principal distinc tion in modern times, and of course the rich man is the patrician, though he mav have raised his j wealth from tho kennel, and the poor man is a i plcbian, though his ancestors should have been a inong the only American nobles the signers of our Independence.' 4 Oh, no. brother, you are quite wrong, a me chanic. thoueh he be as rich as Croesus, cannot ' get into good society, but if he abandon his busi ness before his children arc grown up, Ihcy are re ceived, and his grand children finally rank among our first classes.' 4 Provided they retain the fortune for which their grandfather toiled, 1 suppose, Julia. Well, I am glad to -have tire matter so satisfactorily explained, especially as we are the children of a mechanic' 'Heavens! Fred, how can you say so! Our father was an India merchant.' ' True, ray high-mindod sister, but he began life in a cooper's shop down on the wharf where he afterwards built his stately stores. Many a good barrel has he headed and hooped : and I remem ber when a little boy, how I loved to play in the shavings. But that is thirty years ago, Julia, and I suppose you think other people have forgotten it.' 'I wish, Fred, you could forget it. It is not pleasant to have such things brought to light so the little seamstress with his little nephew, or quizzing the changes of fashion which usually occupied his sitters' thoughts he had constant opportunities ol stulyinEr the cha racter of ' our J essie !' lie noticedher quiet good sense, her fine taste, her cheerlul manner, her un affected humility, the patience with which she bore tho caprices of his sisters, and he repeated to himself again and again, 'What a pity she should be obliged to lead such a lifd' One winter evening, as he was lurrying to an appointment, he met Jessie, who, "with her bonnet drawn over her face, and her cloak wrapped close ly around her, was hastening in opptisite direction To turn and join her was Ins first impulse. ' Where are you going at so late sn hour, Miss Murray !' he asked. ' Home,' shff replied, still hurrying onward. 4 At least allow me to accompany Ton,' said he 4 Oh, no, sir,' said she, it is not necessary. I go ! home alone every evening.' 4 But you are liable to insult, aad should no venture without a protector. 1 4 We. Door cirls, are obliged to bo pur own pro tectors, Mr. Carleton,' said Jessie.' 4 When my mother is well she usually comes totmeefme, but in such cold weather I do not wish her to risk her health.' 1 4 And vour brother !' 4 He is at New Haven college, sir.' Mr. Carle ton, let mc beg you not to go out of jour way for me.' Fred only;answcred by drawing her arm through his. Jessie'at first seemed alarmed; but, re-assured by his respectful manner, sjie, consented to accept his escort, and they, soon reached her mo ther's door. The light of a cheerfulfire gleamed through the half opened shutters, and as Fred looked in the room he could not avoij notibing the perfect neatness of arrangement. r3ut Jessie did not invite him to enter, and he unyillingly bade her o-ood niirht. thouoh ho had a strtmjr desire to take a seat beside that humble hearto. When next he met his sisters he told them of his adventure, and asked why they did not send aj servant with late in the day. They cannot injure you nor me, but they may mar Lizzy's prospects.' 'True, Lizzy might not be allowed to marry a mechanic's grandson if it were known that she were only a mechanic's daughter.' Frederick Carleton with some eccentricity, pos sessed many excellent qualities. His father had bestowed on him all the advantages of a liberal education, and aftor completing his studies, he spent sevoral years in Europe. While abroad his father died, and his elder sister married, so that on his return ho found the old family mansion passed into other hands, and his favorite sister Lizzy, an Lord, brother, what an idea!' exclaimed Lizzy. I am sure she can take care of horseif.' 'Should you feel quite safe, Lizzf, if you were sent out to walk a mile at eight o'clock on a win ter's night !' ' No ; but I have always been acclistomed to a protector. Such poor girls as .Tesae early learn to take care of themselves, and do nof feel the same fears which ladies do.' 'For shame!' exclaimed Frederic,; 4 do you sup posefUitBjerty blunts every perception, and dc 3troXHPy delicate feeling. Faith, I believe the poor.glrris more favored than the riph in some re spects, for I don't know one of yopr fashionable friends, Lizzy, who would shrink from taking, my arm as modestly as 'our Jessie' did last nignt.' From the " Magazzino rictorico." A SCENE IN A STUDIO. One ovening, at Venice, a man entered the studio of Marc Antonio Raimondi, the famous engraver. The stranger seemed in some agita tion : but he seated himself, and addressing a young disciple, who was busily employed ask ed if Marc Antonio was at home. The young man looked up and smiled with an expression of surprise. " At home and the hotir nine ? Oh, you are icsting ! Marc Anto nio went out two hours ago, according to his custom, with Signor Pietro Areitno ; they will not return, of course, till near day-break." The next day the stranger returned. Marc Antonio was within. " Salute" he said drily, on entering. The elegant engraver answered with his wonted courtesy. ,4I am a German, signore-resumed his visiter l.JTTrVloatJ1lrnmhftruJcnUactioR of .Al- brecht Durer s engravings. I want some of those last published. 1 have been informed you could procure them for nic. 44 1 can serve you indeed" replied Marc An tonio " but I do not trouble myself about such thmrs. Go to that vounir man there. 44 To procure such beautiful proofs of the works of Albrecht Durer, remarked the stran ger, 44 you must have close relations with Ger many nay with Durer himself." " 0 certainly !" said Marc Antonio. 44 1 ex change proofs of my engraving with those of Durer. He is my friend. You must be aware that between rivals such as we are, there must exist a good understanding." 44 Heavens !" interrupted the stranger, as he looked over the prints : 44 what are these i sig- norc 1 Albrecht Durer is quite unworthy of your friendship." 44 Ha !" 41 He is a rascal 1" 44 But signore " 44 A despicable fellow !" "Sisnore, Albrecht Durer i3 my friend, I cannot permit him to bo spoken ill of in my pre sence " He is a rascal, I tell you ! You think you receive from him his best proofs ? 1 on aredecei ved ! He sends you only miserable copies carelessly made by the worst ol his pupils ! Marc Antonio started at the words and color cd deeply. "How 1 an engraver of his genius, suffer himself to be disgraced in such a manner! Look at this Vcreinc dclla scimia ! Contrast"it with with the proof 1 brought from Nuremberg. Tel me yourself, if the engravings you have from ..." 1 i- Al hrnnht Durer can comnare with mine i JJO you find equal grace, purity, and force, in both That water, vou see. has no transparency : that 7 j t - perspective is bad : that madona has no grace the child no nature. How harsh and incorrect those outlines ! I could almost say this proof o yours had been wrought with a blunted graver ! In the other you find all tho freedom and ener gy of the master." " Tis true !" faltered Marc Antonio ; 44 you say well. Albrecht Durer has decehred mo !" " False villian !" cried the stranger in a ter rible voice " false villian ! It is not Durer who has deceived you ! It is you who havo cheated the public ; the imbecile public than cannot dis tinguish between the works of an artist who la bors for posterity, and that of a dissoluto wretch who sells his genius to the indecencies of Atre tino and Julio Romano ! . YesMarc Antonio, you are tho imposter ! You have usurped the name of others my name ! for know that I am Albrecht Durer ."' Pale and struck, Marc Antonio sank back upon tho seat from which he had started. 44 1 will have justice. All Europe shall know your perfidy. Your name shall indeed bo in separable from mine. Fame shall proclaim-- 4This is he who usurped the name of Durer wno degraded Jus talents to tho task of perpet uating the vile sketches of Julio Romano, atid the infamous libels of Aretino !" So saying, iho stranger rushed out. ' From the studio ho repaired to tho Venetian Senate, where lie entered his complaint. Tho Senate passed a decree, forbidding Marc Anto nio under severe penalties, to counterfeit again the signature or the cypher of Albrect Durer and ordering all the falsified engravings to bo committed to the flames. All Italy took part with the German artist, Clement VII. threw Marc Antonio into prison for engraving scanda lous prints. Durer, revenged, and full of hon ors, returned to Germany, after a sojourn of three months in Venice, and Rome. Marc An tonio, despite his splendid genius, could never wipe out that disgrace whence by many histo rians his name is never mentioned without the addition of the epithet ladrone (robber). 44 ALL OUT." Few words or phrases have power to excite a greater variety of emotions than the modest mo nysyllables at the .head of this chapter. Your neignoor s nouse is on lire and all out 13 sounded, in a hundred different keys, pitched upon the mental state of the shouters, from the low guttural of the pursy old fire-warden who, as he waddles towards the scene of the confla gration, hears all out, and mutters 44 it is ever so before I get there," to the qui viva of the,, boyish multitude who find fun in shouting any thing. All out is heaTd with joy by the honest man, whose comfortable dwelling but now seemed the play thing; of the devouring element, but which, thanks to the efforts of his fellow citi zens, stands an almost scatheless victim rescu ed from its fury. When manufactures are depressed, and spon taneous combustion rife, all cut fills the well in sured manufacturer's with vexation and disap pointment ; but all out in these happy days,. maKes the same man s sleek and well red faco shine with joy. hen the thermometer stands at zero, and the bachelor returns to his room at midnight, how heart-rending is his cry, all out, as he casts a desponding look at his coal grate, and sneaks off to his lone and comfortless bed. When the lover goes to hold sweet commu- union of an evening with the idlo of his heart, ami imdu iicr oomlsmnod to entertain half a dozen stupid owls, of either gender, who can neither ,. smell a rat," nor take a hint, as the door closes behind " the last of the Goths," when at length they go, how thrilling is his cry, W1U.HJV jicavcii, m msi, mtjy are au out. Look at that toper's face, as he turns up his jug, and maudlin cries, 44 it is all out," and ask Johnston to engrave it, it is beyond my pow ers 01 aescription. Look at me, when I amunder'the hands of tho dentist, to have the disabled soldiers dischars- ed from duty, and say if I don't look happy, as ne says, " good sir, they are all out." Look at that old maid, who would fain ba still girl as the same dentist examining tho cavity of her head I do not mean her bruin pan, but her mouth solemnly declares, it is impossible ; there are no fixtures here they are all out. In short, I might give you a thousand instan ces in which nil out excites different emotions, and justifies my opening remarks ; but lest your patience should be all out, I will just tell you a few instances in which all out affects me pe culiarly, and I mortally hate the sound of the words. When I draw a check, and the cashier send3 me word that my cash is all out, I abominate the 60und. When I want an upper or nether garment, and the tailor tells mc.my credit is all out, I loathe the words and every word is them ; and ditto, when in want of hat or boots, or any other of the necessaries of life,, which by the way, I think a man has a natural right to take wher ever ho can find them. I hate to find that my coat i&all out at tho elbows, and, this cold weather, I tremble when my stockings let me all out at.the toes. I wish the words had never been written printed, spelt, spoken, or conceived of, , when in want of cash, upon inquisition into purse anl pockets I find it is all out. But I never felt quite so bad, before a when having cherished a tender passion, I cf length, screw my courago up to the 3tickin point, and find that half an honr beforeliSiniC' Slv had put my nose all out of joint. JONATHAN. A negro wench 0110 day having received repiiinaud from her master for some slight c fence, was so much irritated, that she went di rectly out, kneeled down and mado the follow ing prayer. 4 O good massa lord ! come, come take me right out dis world dis berry rainit H you can no yourself, send dc debil or any bodf else. I know of no sight more nauseous than that of a fond husband and wifo, who have not the sense to behave properly to one another befort company ; nor any conversation more shockini, than that of a snarling couplo who are contimt- ally girding, at one anothor.
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