ByAA 4 i mr II II r ii II ii ii ii a ii ii i i i r i i ii i n i i ii ii ii i ii ii The wiioLE art of Government consists in the art of being honest. Jefferson. STRO UDSBURG. MONROE COUNTY, PA., WEDNESDAY, JUNE 23, 1841. No 18., VOL. 2. s PRINTED AND PUBLISHED BY THEODOBB SCHOCH. ?hq,rieffiSMiVhnIf- Those who receive their the year, Twodol ars ana rf theoroDrie- raKSVl-Fcu. per year; extra. & lSimied untiallirrearages are paid, exce at the ontion o( the honor. tT-AHvortiscinciits noiexceeuing one square iMxieen iiumi wmhMBw three weeksfor one dollar . twenty-five cents f "pvcrv Subsequent insertion ; larger ones in proportion. A iiirnidiconut will be made to yearly advertisers, iiucnji addressed to the Editor must be Dost paid. ILJ-mi - JOB PRINTING. Having a general assortment of large elegant plain and orna mental Type, we are prepared to execute every des cription of Cards, Circulars, Bill Heads, HTotcs, Blank Receipts, JUSTICES, LEGAL AND OTHER BLANKS, PAMPHLETS, &c Trintcd with neatness and despatch, on reasonable terms. The editor of the Baltimore Clipper, in reply to a correspondent using the signature "Poster ity," says, "we make room for Posterity' Well, just what our brother does, has been done from time immemorial. Cain wandered to "make room for posterity." Israel sojourned in the desert and possessed Canaan to "make room for posterity." iEneas the pious wan dered into Italy to "make room for posterity." Penn gathered the people of his faith together, and sat peaceably down on the banks of the Delaware, to "make room for posterity." Men are elbowed from cities, and located in prairies, dor that purpose. "The poor Indian," who had sat down quietly in his wigwam to smoke the pipe of peace, and see his semi civilization prosper around him he, too, is admonished that the whites need his land to "make room for their posterity." He goes reluctantly to the distant west, half pleased with the idea of hunt ing grounds that will afford "room for his pos terity." The posterity of the Indian!!; poor waning, tapering cone its broad base the whole soil of the new world, its points lost in some peninsula that fades away into the distant Pacific. The deep foundations which our aged men are laying for habitations yet to rise, and the finished saloons and ornamented halls what are these but "room for posterity." We followed, only a few days since, into a richly ornamented burying ground, the body of one who, for years, had filled a large space in the public eye; and when they had lowered in to the narrow resting and decaying place the coffin of the great man, and covered it partially with earth, our procession, turning to pass out, met another following a young maiden to her last eaithly home. As we passed the mourn ing throng, marshalled into a funeral train, one whom we had long known shook his head in mournful recognition, and seemed to say of our errand thither: "we have come to 'make room for posterity.' M "Room at thy hearth, O mother," said one of the sweetest poets of our time, as he started, full of filial affection, to place his new bride in a daughter's position. "Room at thy hearth." He came, and found ample room. The be loved one, the apostrophised mother, had passed away to "make room for her posterity." All of us are crowing onward all are pass ing away to "make room for our posterity." Ave are to be pressed close, like the gathered herbage, so that the whole harvest of our six thousand years will seem to occupy less space than the single generation that constitutes their posterity. Below the sod, we lie still and com pact; the true equality of flesh and blood is un derstood and illustrated there, while above, am ple space is demanded, and acres are required for a single living. The true democracy is in the grave: "there the rich and the poor lie down together," that they may "make room for their posterity. Even we who write, and moralize as we pass along, look back at the troop that demand our place, and feel that we too have the duty to perform and the debt to pay, and gathering up our mantle with decaying energies, we hope there is room for tis where there are "many -taansions," and in that hope we prepare, like our professional brother, to "make room for losterity." T. S. Gazette. Fruit and Wyiilt Trees. Two of the best farmsrs within the range of our knowledge, one a resident of Coos County and the other of Orange County, Vt., have com municated to us the manner in which they se cure good fruit. It is this: They dig at some I distance from the body of a favorite tne un til they find a root, which they cut off. The part disjointed from the tree is then turned up so as to appear above the ground. It sends forth shoots the first season, and bears in a few years fruit precisely like that upon the parent tree. . Let tiios,e whose trees are decaying, or who wish to increase good varieties, try this experiment; it is but an hour's work. N. H. Whig & iEgjs, ''Can humaanatur fall soilowl asho loafer sa'fd when he tumbled into the glitter; A Mother's Dying tote. The plague broke out in a little Italian vil lage. In one house the children Were taken first. The parents watched over them, but on ly caught the disease they could not cure. The whole family died. On the opposite side of the way lived the family of a poor laborer, who was absent the whole week; only coming home on Saturday night to bring his scanty earnings. His wife felt herself attacked by the fever in the night. In the morning she was much worse, and before night the plague spot showed itself. She thought of the terrible fate of her neighbors. She knew she must die, but as she looked upon her dear little boys, she resolved not to communicate death to them She there fore locked the children into the room, and snatched the bed clothes lest they should keep the contagion behind her, and left the house. She even denied herself the sad pleasure of a last embrace. 0 think of the heroism that en abled her to conquer her feelings, and leave home and all she loved to die. Her oldest child saw her from the window. "Good bye, mother," said he, with his tendercst tone, for he wondered why his mother left them so strangely. " Good bye, mother," repeated, the youngest child, stretching his little hand out of the window. The mother paused. Her heart was drawn towards her children, and she was on the point of rushing back. She struggled hard while the tears rolled down her cheeks, at the sight of her helpless babes. At length she turned from them. The children continued to cry, "Good bye, mother." The sounds sent a thrill of anguish to her heart, but she pressed on to the house of those who were to bury her. In two days after she died, recommending her husband and children to their care with her dy ing breath, 0 that mothers were as careful not to impart the worse contagion of sin to their children. From the United States. The Moon. The Moox, as it makes its monthly circuit round the earth, continually turns to us the same hemisphere we never see the other half. Of course she revolves upon her axis exactly in the same time that she takes to complete her revolution round our earth, viz: 27 days and 8 hours, &c. Her days and nights are conse quently each 13 days and 10 hours of our meas ure. When the moon is between us and the sun, her dark side is of course presented to us, and she is invisible. When we are between her and the sun we have full moon; and her phases are occasioned by the unequal portions of the bright surface which we see, as it grad ually approaches or recedes from that situation in her orbit. When the sun, earth and moon are in a straight line an eclipse occurs. This would always occur to the moon at its full, and to the sun at every new moon, if the orbits of the earth and moon were coincident, which is not the case. The inclination is a little over 5 degrees. Our satellite is 2,000 miles m diam eter, or about 6,300 miles in circumference. A correct idea of the effect of great distance upon the apparent size of great objects may be obtained by remembering that the distance of the moon from us is about 240,000 miles, and the extent of the hemisphere we see, from side to side, is about 3,150 miles. Our earth is 49 times larger than the moon, which, to our sight, appears as large as the sun. The optical delu sion which makes their size alike to the eye is occasioned by distance, the sun being about 95 millions of miles from us. The moon is a heap of precipitins mountains some of which appear volcanic. The portion of the surface which we see is mapped out by astronomers, the mountains named, and their di mensions accurately given, &c, as if it were a pr.rt of our planet. There appears to be no at mosphere round our satellite, and certainly no clouds. There can therefore be no water; nor can any beings like ourselves live upon it. If inhabited, which we cannot doubt, it must be by quite a differently organized race of animals and vegetables, with functions every way differ ing from those of this earth. Respiration, speech and liearing, could not exist without air, neither could vegetation; and water is indispensable to plants, for a large portion of their substance con sists of that fluid. In the absence of an atmos phere, the expanse round the moon must bo a gloomy black, instead of the brightness which our bine tinted atmosphere causes the sun's rays to diffuse over the earth. Anthrax. Being worth half a half a million to-day, and without a shirt to vour back to-morrow, is what we call going from the sublime to the ridicu lous. Why is your eye like a school master flog ging a boy? Because you have a pupil under the lash.!. A cat of extraordinary intelligence, says a writer in Bentley, was lately seen feeding a kitten with starch, to make it siand upright! This reminds us of thediousemaid who drank a pint of yeast, to make her rise early in the morning. She's a Sewing Girl. We have frequently heard the above remark, when it excited in our mind a sentiment of in effable contempt for the worthless piece of hu manity that uttered it. It is a source of deep regret to us that it should ever be our duty to deal harshly with any portion of the fair sex who maintain a reputable standing in society; but there are some, and not a few, who, al though their fame be unspotted, are so deeply imbued with envy, jealousy and haired toward those of their own sex, who happen to be less favored of fortune, but more perfectly moulded and finished by nature than themselves, that their hearts are gall, their souls are wormwood; their breath is pestilence, whenever they can make it convenient to speak of them. These are they who, with a sarcastic leer and a scorn ful turn of the nose, stigmatise as "nothing but sewing girls," such young females as have moral courage and the virtue to work with their hands for an honest livelihood,- rather than to be dependent, destitute or disreputable. It is sometimes applied opprobriously to mar ried ladies, after the following manner. " Did you ever see the like how Mrs. dresses herself and children out of lafe.?" "La, yes, I've seen many like her I knew her when she was a sewing girl, and her husband that is now, was a poor carpenter and worked for my father. Now they have got a little something in the world, and they stick themselves up for mighty somebodies." " It is just so a'most al ways with such creatures. As soon as they get a little start in the world, they forget the poverty they sprang from, and begin to put on airs of gentility. 1 can't bear them for my part." Reader, if you are a young man and should hear any thing like the above sentiments ut tered by a young lady to whom you are paying your addresses, let that be your last visit. Even if you are under promise of marriage, it would be better to break off and incur the pen ality of a breach of promise, than to be united for life to one so utterly devoid of that kind hearted sympathy for those of her own sex thus virtuously struggling with adversity; and who holds it disreputable in a young lady who is without fortune or able friends, to draw for support upon her own physical faculties, in an honest and useful vocation. We cannot conceive of any evidence more conclusive, that a young female possesses, in an eminent degree, that inmate principle of vir tue which would set at defiance every sedu cive wile of libertinism, than to see her adorned with all the native graces of her sex, heroically braving the sneers of the proud and scornful, and steadily plying her needle as a means of independence. Such a one, rarely, if ever, fails to possess an amiable disposition, and will seldom, if ever, fail to make a virtuous, affec tionate and prudent wife, and a good mother. We never designedly listen to the conversa tion of ladies in the streets; but we will confess that the above remarks were prompted by hear ing the words which we have placed at the head of this article, contemptuously uttered by one of two ladies who filled a narrow snow path so full that we were compelled to walk slowly after them for some rods. We did not know them; but we hope they may chance to light upon this article for their own sakes. It will perhaps teach them to give their voices less volume when they utter such uncharitable sentiments in the streets. Buffalo Repub. Sorrows of Old Bachelors. We never could, for the life of us perceive why old maids should manifest such a mortal antipathy to old bachelors. There is no reason in their wrath. 'Tis spiteful, cruel and uncall ed for; the trampling on a reed already bro ken. It is like flogging a cripple with his own crutches because he is lame. Few men are bachelors of their own free will. Go to the veriest misanthrope among them, and ask of him his history, and he will tell you of the unforgot ten hours of his early affections; and his eye' will light up again with its wonted energy, and as he relates the story of his lovey for one who had proved faithless, or whose affections were repressed by the rude hand of arbitrary author ity, or who had gone down to the churchyard a beautiful bud plucked from the tree of Be ing, to open and expand in a brighter and holier sunshine, where no worm could gnaw at her bosom, and no blighting descend upon it. Talk not to ns of old maids! They are light as air in comparison to those of bachelors the patter of the small rain to the overwhelming of the deluge. Old maids can commune together and mingle in' the charities and kindly offices, and sympathies of existence. It is not so with the ba'elielof. He has no home he has no happy fireside no child to ask his blessing no beautiful creature of smiles and gentle tones to welcome1 his coming, and melt away the sternness of care with thq warm kiss of affec tion no patient watcher at his couch of sick ness, stealing with a hushed and gentle step around him, like the visitation of a spirit. True his sorrows are somewhat of g rjegatiTe par. acter. But what is it save positive agony, for him to gaze, all his life long, upon the Paradise of MatrimonyJiko ahalf starved schoolboyupon the garden whose enclosure he cannot soale? From the Dawrille Democrat. Mr. Wise's Ascension. On Saturday last, Mr. Wise, the intrepid aeronaut, made his 28th aerial voyage from this place. Early in the morning crowds of people flocked into town, to witness so magnificent and splendid a sight. At about two o'clock in the afternoon, Mr. W. took his seaf in the car attached to the balloon, and gently ascended from the Court House yard; and a more splen did and truly magnificent and sublime sight we have never vet witnessed. The multitude was standing in astonishment scarcely believing their own eyes, until a loud "Hurrah!" gave vent to their feelings, which was responded to by Mr. W. by swinging his hat and handker chief, bidding farewell to his fellow-beings be low. He soared slowly and majestically to wards the clouds, and was visible in a South Easterly direction, for nearly half an hour, when he disappeared. Mr. W. returned on Monday morning last, in fine spirits and highly gratified with his trip in to the upper regions. The rest of the story he tells himself in the following interesting com munication, with which he has kindly furnish ed us : Mr. Editor: In compliance with your request 1 furnish you with the following memoranda of my serial Log Book. I took rrfy departure from the Court House yard at 5 minutes past two o'clock, the wind blowing from the N. N. W. drifting the vessel S. by E. until .1 reached the Roaring Creek Furnace and glided fast towards the mountains. The atmosphere was very heavy which limited my prospect to an area of about 35 miles in diameter; the confluence of the two branches of the Susquehanna with the two bridges and the towns of Northumberland and Sunbury made a beautiful view; Cattawissa, Bloomsburg and Berwick of the North Branch fell on my view which rendered the scene up the North Branch most interesting. At 2 o'clock, 35 minutes, I lost sight of Danville, and a few minutes after passed into the rays of the sun; the balloon began to expand from the heat which caused it to ascend very fast. The river was soon lost to my view by the interven tion of the clouds,- and the country beneath pre sented one vast wilderness as far as the eye could reach; the atmosphere became extremely cold as I crossed this extensive coal region, the clouds being sufficiently broken to give me a constant view of the eartfe; I never before found them so extensively diversified in height, the lower strata was cumulostratus resembling high and rugged precipices, the upper layers were more of the cirrostratus, indicating the approach of a storm. My vessel, however, soon attained a height of 2 1-2 miles sufSciently high to avoid any thunder storm. At 3 o'clock, 45 minutes,-1 crossed the Potts ville road between the Bear Gap and the North umberland road, travelling at the rate of 55 miles an hour; at 3 o'clock I crossed Pottsrille . and again brought to view the cultivated fields of the husbandman. My altitude was so great that I could not at first recognise the town un til I crossed Schuylkill Haven, and got in sight of Orwigsburg. The cofd atmosphere became so unpleasant that I made preparations to de scend, but after lowering some distance t found that I had only passed the valley to reach the chain of Blue Mountains, and was again; obliged to seek refuge in the clouds. At 3 o'clock, 40 minutes the clouds began to thicken beneath so that at intervals I could only see the face of the country, and in cross ing a little village I threw overboard a bread basket that was lying in my car; its descent presented a beautiful appearance 1o my view; the dish of the basket remained uppermost, and it acquired a rapid rotary1 motion giving it the appearance of a fancy wheel. At 5 o'clock 1 crossed the Harrisburg and Reading turnpike' about 3 miles E. of Reading. This town had a handsome appearance--the white streets cros ing at right angles, and the beautiful steeples newly painted, with their glittering balls and vanes made the prospect highly interesting. I found the atmosphere much colder in cross ing the mountains than it was At the same height in crossing over level and cultivated land. During this voyage I observed a pecul iar motion in the Balloon which 1 had experi enced on former occasions when travelling ve ry fast, but never made any particular investi gation: When sailing along with a steady cur rent whilst the Balloon is in equilibrium, it re volves slowly, on this occasion it drew my par ticular attention on account of the regular pul sations that it moved with. At first t attributed the regular vibrations to ihe pulsation of my body, but on holding my l?reath I found it to continue more perceptibly: in fact, the less mo tion I produced in the car,- tho more regular were the vibrations of the vessel, whenever the Balloon by the discharge of Ballast or Gas would ascend or deacend the pulsation was sufficiently arrested not to be observable. This phenomenon caused mo to remain in the atmos phere nearly an hour longer 'han I had intended, and on another occasion I will continue the fur ther investigation of the subject. The pulsation worked at intervals of 2 1-2 seconds, this was the result of five successive tests. There is no motion in nature, that I can as yet attribute to it, and to me it had opened another remark able very interesting and wonderful sotirce of mvestioation. The cause of dizziifess or ver'tigo, as I have before stated, is now beyond a doubt in my mind destroyed by isolation, and invites the at tention of afiatomists and occulists to the fur ther investigation of that delicate and most es sential organ the eye. At 25 minutes past 4,1 made a descent near the house of Mr. Mclllvaine, near Morganlowrr, and was cordially received by ihis "entlemali and his hospitable lady. I proceeded from that place to Downingtown, where I took the cara and returned to Danville via Lancaster and Har risburg. My numerous and respectable audience, also the gentlemen who assisted me during the ar ragenments and inflation, will accept the warm est thanks and good wishes of their most obe dient servant. JOHN WISE. Danville, June 8, 1841. Scene in a Printing Office. A tall six footer with a spice of oddity and humor in his phiz, and a breastpin of warming pan size in his bosom, walked into our officer the other day, leading a rustic belle, as slim, perpendicular, and as fresh as a water lily. Being in our shirt sleeves as Jack Downing would say we "kinder blushed." Now for a scene, thought we. "Bees you the head man here?" "A hem! head man! eh! you mean the marriage collector the the " La my Jonas is so awkward, he means the head-ester, (an glico editor.) "Oh ah understand you now; you've brought us a lot of wedding cake hey well marm we are pretty much all headeraters at that." "Oh, now, none of your jokification I am serious. Sal and me aint harnessed yt! be we Sally. 1fer see, Mister I thought as how I'd fetch my gal in to see, (patting his mouth' close to our ear, and then screaming aa if we were deaf.) , "To see the printum office" go, And kind a surprise her you know!" "My dear fellow we are not deaf," said we, screaming in our turn at the top of our lungs, and catching up a dictionary. "Ax pardon, I've just been talking with a deaf man below "may we see the printum office?" Oh certain ly. Please pTominade between the cases right and left,- down in the middle, cast off the office is'nt exactly in good order, but" " Oh don't consarn yourself a mite but what on earth is this ere!"' "Only1 a press." " Oh! an improved cheese or cider press.5 "Ho ho! well I vow that's curious enough lets try it!" taking hold of the devil's tail the bar and giv ing it a pull it flew back and Jonas in trying to get out of the way upset a keg of ink, which heaving out, blackened all the lower part of bis dulcina's white gown to a charm to say nothing of polishing her' clean stockings and pink kid shoes. It was too bad! "My golly! quoth Jonas, jumping up and trying to wipe off the ink from his belle's gown, "my golly whod a thought I could pump three or four quarts at a pull!" Having let her " see the printum office go, and kind a surprised her" like, they depart ed. Yankee Jonathan. ' Sir which of your children do you prefer, the boys or the girls?' 'Why, as fong as the boys suck their mother, I like them best; but when they begin to suck me, I prefer the girls.' It is stated that the tobacco1 crop of Virginia would fall short that of last year, 5000 or 8000 hogsheads. New way to cure Hheumatism. The Cin cinnati Republican tells- a story of a man out West, who was cured of this disease in this way. He had his back frequently rubbed with spir its of turpentine, without receiving much ad vantage from it. A few mornings since, the servant who was rubbing him held his hand too near the fire, the turpentine was ignited, Avhen feeling that his hand was quite warm enough, he clapped it to the back to resume the rubbing the flame was communicated to the turpentine there, and the patient soon enveloped in 'ablaze.' He sprang to his feet, and hopped about with more ease for a few moments than he had dono for years. He at length succeeded in extin guishing the flames 'his back was severely blistered, but he assures us he has felt nothing of the rheumatism since, and he thinks he is entirely cured. Living under ground. Dr. John Croghan has established a first rate Hotel in the Mam moth Cave of Kentucky, about a mile from its mouth. He charges S2 per day for board, and SI for a guide for five hours. Victory Complete. We take pleasure in informing our readers that Victoria James Birdseye of Pompey, N. Y., has been mar ried to Miss Belsey Ann Marsh. James took a birdseye view of the fair one, and the vic tory was complete, 'H ibsbsbsV I BiSiSE Jililflil SiSisH 1 m I fm 1 il ! I i 1 ksil
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