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VOL. 2.
STRO UDSBURG, MONROE COUNTY, PA., WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 1, 1841.
No 27.
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POETRY.
Re-Union, in Heaven.
BY V. LEG GET.
If yon bright stars, which gem the night,
Be each a blissful dwelling sphere,
Where kindred spirits re-unite,
Whom death has torn asunder here:
How sweet it were at once to die,
And leave this blighted orb afar,
Mix'd soul and soul to cleave the sky,
And soar away from star to star.
But 0, how dark, how dear, and lone,
Would seem the brightest world of bliss,
II wandering through each radiant one,
We failed to find the loved of this;
If there no more the ties shall twine,
That death's cold hand alone could sever,
Ah! then these stars in mockery shine,
More hateful as they shine forever.
It cannot be each hope, each fear,
That lights the eye, or clouds the brow,
Proclaims there is a happier sphere
Than this black world that holds us now;
There is a voice which sorrow hears,
WThen heaviest weighs life's galling chain,
'Tis Heaven that whispers Dry the tears,
The pure in heart shall meet again.
The following lines, of Bohemian descent,
have been very extensively admired by certain
readers of the "North American." The brev
ity of the production isj0T the least of its
merits :
" In a green grove
Sat a loving pair
Fell a bough from above
Struck them dead there.
Happy for them
They both died together,
So neither was left
To mourn for the other."
Agricultural Reports. The editor of a
new country paper in Louisiana apologizes in
his first number for the want of attention be
stowed on the agricultural department, but pro
mises to lay before them in future numbers, the
most approved mtthods of
Salting pork curing hams,
Shearing sheep, and raising lambs
Making cotton curing hay,
Building fence, et cetera.
Truth is mitc-y so is cheese,
Fancy's flighty so is fleas !
A Civil Request.
An old woman observed a sailor going by her
door, and supposing it to be hei son Billy
cried out to him, Billy, where is my cow gone?
The sailor replied in a contemptuous manner,
Orone to the devil for what I know. Well, as
you are going that way, said the old woman, I
wish you would let down the bars.
A sailor once had a dispute with his wife,
who wished him to the devil. Plague on me
Poll, said he, if I don't think I should fare pret
ty well with the old fellow, as I married into
the family
General Rules don't apply in all cases.
We once knew a man who was so careful not
to give offence that in speaking of general
faults, be would qualify his remarks by saying,
"Dresent comnanv fixeented " He nhanrpd to
be in company with some ladies, and spoke of
an auseiii une as me ugliest person ne ever
saw, present company excepted.
Now this mistake was perhaps worse than
that made by the boy whe, speaking of the
greatest man he ever saw, was told by his mo
ther he mii3t nlwavR Yrrent their minister. A
few days after, he rushed into the presence of
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jus motner, ana exclaimed, "motner, l nave
seen the greatest hog down town that I ever
saw, except our minister!' Galena Budget.
Affecting, very. The most soul-stirring
-scene we have heard of lately, occurred at De--troit.
The passengers had all got aboard the
utearaboat and it was about leaving the wharf,
when an old gentleman came on board crying
out, "My son, my son, I must see him one mo
ment. " Well," said the captain, " hunt him
iip quick." Anon he came to a great over
grown boy, of 18 or 19 years of age, and giving
ihira a single copper, snuffling like a child, he
cried out, "Here, my son, take this, and don't
fprget your daddy!"
Thirty years ago the young married coud!
were content with the sanded floor until they
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couia pay ior me carpet, j ney Knew nothing
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oi spienaia ottomans, extension laoies, six leet
square looking-glasses and the like extravagan
ces. And vet they lived comfortably and han
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pily, for they lived honestly, and both "pulled
at me same eim oi me siring.
A FoRHEARINO HlLSIlANt). Th litnr n
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the Susquehanna Register says, if he had forty
wives, and thirty-nine of them should run awav,
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no woutu noi aavenise mem.
The custom of asking the printer 'what's the
newsr is most annoying, impudent, and insuf
ferable. It is his business to deal out the news
at stated periods not to retail it at the corner
of the streets. If grand jurors had any bowels
ot compassion lor the tortured and tormented
printer, they would promptly attend to the abate
ment of this intolerable nuisance.
Anger.- Never be angry with a person,
merely oecause nis opinions are not your opm
ions; never be angry because you cannot per
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suade him to change his opinions: and, above
all, never do him an injury, or hesitate about
doing him good, because his opinions and yours
are dtiterent.
Horse Killed by Flies. A few days ago,
some gentlemen in Canton started in a wagon,
with their guns, on a hunting exhibition. They
arovo into, the woods, and, having tied the
horse to a tree, proceeded on their excursion.
After an absence of two or three hours, they
returned to the wagon, and found the horse
dead. They gst a farrier to examine him, who,
on opening his body, found it destitute of blood,
the flies having sucked it all out of him, so as
to cause his death. His hide, externally, was
wet all over with blood. The horse was val
ued at $200. fBoston Trans.
A Huxdred Years in Prison. A late
French paper states that a young man aged 18
years, m 1724, was condemned to the galleys
in 1' ranee, on account of a high crime, for the
long period of one hundred years, which was
propably intended by the judgo to confine him
for life. Remarkable as it may appear, in 1 824,
the man being in perfect health, after an unre
mitted series of hardships for one entire centu
ry, was discharged, being exactly one hundred
and eighteen years old.
laghtsiinjr Rods should not be
Painted.
All metals are good conducters of electrici
ty. Oil is a non conducter. The electric flu
id, in passing along a conducter is confined al
most entirely to its surface. Where that sur
face is covered with oil paint, or any non con
ducting substance, the passage of the fluid is
obstructed it accumulates upon the rod, and
is very liable to leave it and strike into the
building or to some other object which may
present a better conducting surface.
Early Sowing of Wheat.
We do not approve, as a general rule, of
sowing wheat in August. There is usually too
great a heat in the ground for it to vegetate
freely and quickly, which is essential to the
perfection of any plant, and if the sowing is
followed by a drouth, a large part of the seed
will never grow at all. The wheat plant is
one which at no period of its growth requires
or can endure a high temperature, and should
the seed sown in August even sprout, the ex
treme heat and dryness frequently experienced
in the month, will be unfavorable to the vigor
ous growth. Where much land i3, however,
to be sown, it may be advisable, or even neces
sary, to begin earlier than would be justifiable
under other circumstances. We consider seed
put in by the middle ef September, more cer
tain of succeeding than if sown by ihe middle
of August; later than the middle of September,
the probability of a good crop grows constantly
weaker. Exceptions to this rule, arising from
the peculiarities of the soil, weather, &c. may
occur, but the experience of the best wheat
growers will confirm its general correctness.
Albany Cultivator.
Selling Stock.
The drover and butcher will now make fre
quent calls upon you, and if you have any ex
tra nice animals, any sleek and smooth cattle,
any lots of fat wethers or ewes, or good lambs,
they will, with your permission, be sure to se
lect these, and leave the raw-boned and hard
to keep, the small, poor, and inferior on your
hands. They are not to blame for this, for in
doing this, they doubtless consult their own in
terest; but the farmer who allows it, much mis
takes his interest, as no extra price will com
pensate the loss that is sure to ensue where
this course is followed. Unless you have ani
mals that will be no better for keeping, and
some that you wish to sell, you had bettor make
your own selections, and sell at moderate pri
ces. You can in this way be constantly im
proving, instead of running your stock down,
and it would be well for the farmer to remem
ber that choice animals are sure of a sale at
fair prices.
A Touching and Beautiful Incident.
We know not when we have perused a more
touching and beautiful litile story, than the fol
lowing from the Hartford Couraut:
It was bul yesterday that a friend a young
gentleman of fine intellect, of a noble heart,
and one well known to many of our readers
was suddenly snatched by the hand of death
from all the endearments of life. Surrounded
by every thing that could make existence pleas
ant and happy a wife that idolized hm chil
dren that loved him as they only can love, and
friends devoted to him the summons came
and he lav on the bed of death. But a few
short years ago, she to whom he was wedded
placed a bridal ring upon his finger, upon the
inside of which he had a few words privately
engraven. The husband would never permit
the giver to read them, telling her that the day
would come when she should know the secret
seven years glided away, and a day or two since
when conscious that he must soon leave his
wife forever, he called her to his bedside, and
with dying accents told her the hour had at
last come when she should see the words upon
the ring sho had given him. The young mother
took it frem his cold finger, and, though heart-
stricken with grief eagerly read the words-
"I HAVE LOVED THEE ON EARTH I WHL MEET
thee in Heaven."
Lawyers. The lawyers are a ill-used and
much abused body of men. You may call
them lean, lank, lying, loafing limbs of the law,
and crack your stereotyped jokes about them,
yet there is as much honour, honesty, and good
kind feeling about them, as usually falls to the
let of us erring and wicked mortals. Take
them by and large, they makejgood citizens,
fond husbands, doating fathers, dutiful children,
effectionate brothers, loving cousins, kind un
cles, and exemplary christians; but they have
one great fault, an unpardonable fault they
take pay for their professional services!
From the Democratic Review
Death in the School Room'.
A FACT.
Ting a ling-ling-ling, went the little boll on
the teacher s desk of a village school one morn
ing, when the studies of the earlier part of the
day were about half completed. It was well
understood that this was a command for silence
and attention; and when those had been obtain
ed the master spoke. He was a low thick-set
man, and his name was Lugare.
" Boys," said he, "I have had a complaint
entered, that last night some of you were steal
ing fruit from Mr. Nichols's garden. I rather
think I know the thief, rim Barker, step up
here sir."
The one to whom he spoke came forward.
He was a slight, fair looking boy of about four
teen; and his face had a laughing, good humor
ed expression, which even the charge now
preferred against him and the stern tone and
threatening look of the teacher, had not entire
ly dissipated. The countenance of the boy
however, was too unearthly fair for health; it
had, notwithstanding its fleshy, cheerful look,
a singular cast, as if some inward disease, and
that a fearful one, were seated within. As the
stripling stood before that place of judgement,
that place, so often made the scene of heartless
and coarse brutality, of timid innocence con
used, helpless chilhood outraged, and gentle
celings crushed. Lugare, looked on him with
a frown, which plainly told that he felt in no
very pleasant mood. Happily a worthier and
more philosophical system is proving to men
that schools can be governed belter than by
ashes, and tears, and sighs. We are waxing
toward that consummation when one of the
old fashioned schoolmasters, with his cowhide,
his heavy birch rod, and his many ingenious
methods of child torture, will be gazed upon as
a scorned memento of an ignorant, cruel, and
exploded doctrine. May propitious gales speed
that day!
" Were you by Mr. Nichols's garden fence
ast night?" said Lugare.
"Yes sir," answered the boy, "I was."
"Well sir, I am glad to find yen so ready
with your confession. And so you thought
you could do a Utile robbing, and enjoy your
self in a manner you ought to bo ashamed to
own, without being punished, did your
" I have not been robbing," repliod the boy
quickly. His face was suffused, whether with
resentment or fright, it was diflicult to tell.
'And I did'nt do any thing last night that I'm
ashamed to own."
"No impudence!" exclaimed tho teacher,
passionately, as he grasped a long and heavy
rattan; "give me none of your sharp speeches,
or I'll thrash you till you beg like a dog."
1 he youngster's face, paled a little; his lip
quivered, but he did not speak.
"And pray sir," continued Lugare, as the
outward signs of wrath disappeared from his
features; "what wore you about the garden fori
Perhaps you only received the plunder, and had
an accomplice to do tho more dangerous part
of the job?'
"I went that way because it is on my way J
home. I was there again afterward to meet
an acquaintance; and and But I did not go
into the garden, nor take anything away from
it. 1 would not steal, hardly to save myself
from starving."
" You had better have stuck to that last even
ing; You were seen, Tim Barker, to come
from under Mr. Nichols's garden fence, a little
after nine o'clock with a bag full of something
another, over your shoulders. The bag had
every appearance of being filled with fruit, and
this morning the melon beds are found to have
been completely cleared. Now, sir, what was
there in that bag?"
Like fire itself glowed the face of the detect
ed lad. He spoke not a word. All the school
had their eyes directed at him. The perspira
tion ran down his white forehead like rain
drops.
" Speak, Sir!" exclaimed Lugare, with a loud
strike of his rattan on the desk.
The boy looked as if he would faint. But
the unmerciful teacher, confident of having
brought to light a criminal, and exulting in the
idea of the severe chastisement he should new
be justified in inflicting, kept working himself
up to a still greater and greater degree oi pas
sion. In the meantime, the child seemed hard
ly to know what to do with himself. His
tongue cleaved to the roof of his mouth. Either
he was very much frightened, or he was actu
ally unwell.
"Speak, I say!" again thundered Lugare;
and his hand, grasping his rattan, towered
above his head in a very significant manner.
"I hardly can, Sir," said the poor fellow
faintly. His voice was husky and thick. "I
will tell you some some other time. Please
to let me go to my seat I an't well."
" Oh yes; that's very likely;" and Mr. Lugare
bulged out his nose and cheeks with contempt
"Do you think to make me believe your lies?
I've found you out, sir, plainly enough; and I
am satisfied that you are as precious a little vil
lain as there is in the State. But I will post
pone settling with you for an hour yet. I shall
call you up again; and if you dont tell the whole
truth then, 1 will give you something that'll
make you remember Mr. Nichols's mslbns for
many a month to come go to your seat.
Glad enough of the ungracious permission
and answering not a sound, the child crept
tremblingly to his bench. He felt very strange-
ly, dizzily more as it he was m a aream man
in real life: and laying his arms on his desk,
bowed down his face between them. The pu
pils turned to their accustomed studies, for du
ring the reign of Lugare in the village school.
they had been so used to scenes ol violence and
severe chastisement, that such things made but
little interruption in the tenor of their way.
" Now, while the intervening hour is passing,
we will clear up the mystery of the bag and of
young Barker being under the garden tence on
the preceding night. The boy's mother was a
widow, and they both had to live in the very
narrowest limits. His father had died when
ho was about six years old, and little Tim was
left a sickly emaciated infant, whom no one ex
pected to live many months. To the surprise
of all, however, the pour child kept alive, and
seemed to recever his health, as he certainly
did his size and good looks. This was owing
to the kind offices of an eminent physician, who
had a country seat in the neighborhood, and
who had been interested in the widow's little
family. Tim, the physician said, might possi
bly outgrow his disease; but every thing was
uncertain.
It was a mysterious and ballling malady; and
t would not be wondorful if he should in some
moment of apparent health be suddenly takn
aWay. The poor widow was at first in a con
tinual state of uneasiness; but several years
had now passed, and none of the impending
evils had fallen upon the boy's head. His mo
ther seemed to feel confident that he would
live, and be a help and an honor to her old age;
and the two struggled on together mutually hap- j
py in each other, and enduring much poverty
and discomfort without repining, eacn lor me
otner s
sake.
Tim's pleasant disposition had made him
many friends in the village, and among the rest
a young farmer, named Jones, who with his
elder brother worked a large larm on snares,
Jones very frequently made Tim a present of a
bag of potatoes or corn, or some garden vege
tables, which he took from his own stock; but
as his partner was a parsimonious, high tem
pered man, and had often said that Tim was an
idle fellow, and ought not to be helped, because
he did not work, Jones generally made his gilts
in such a manner that no one knew any thing
about them, except himself and the grateful ob-
ects of his kindness. It might be, too, tnat
the widow was loth to have it understood by
the neighbors that she received food from any
one; for there is often an excusable pride in
Deoolo of her condition, which makes them
shrink from being considered objects of "chari
ty," as tboy would from tho severest pains. On
the night in question, Tim had been told that
Jones would send them a bag of potatoes, and
he place at which they wore to be waiting tor
urn, was hxea nt lvir. mcnuisa gmueu iuuuu.
It was this bag that Tim had been seen stag-
gering under, and which caused the unlucky
boy to be accused and convicted by his teacher
as a thief. That teacher was one little fitted
for his important and responsible office. Has
ty to decide and inflexibly serere, he was the
terror of the little world he ruled so despotical
ly. Punishment he seemed to delight in.
Knowing little of those sweet fountains which
in childrens breasts ever open quickly at tho
call of gentleness and kind words, he was fear
ed by all for his sternness and love by none.
I would that ho were an isolated instance fit
his profession.
The hour of grace had drawn to its close,
and the time approached at which it was usual
for Lugaro to give his school a joyfully received
dismission. Now ahd then one of the scholars
would direct a furtive glance at Tim, sometimes
in indifference or inquiry. They knew that hd
would have no mercy shown him, and though
most of them loved him, whipping was too com
mon there to exact much sympathy. Every
inquiringglance, however, remained unsatisfied,
for at the end of the hour, Tim, remained with
his face completely hidden, and his head bow
ed in his arms, precisely as he had leaned
himself, when he first went to his seat. Lu
gare looked at the boy occasionally with a scowl
which seemed to bode vengeance for his sul
lenriess. At length' the last class had beeri
heard, and the last lesson recited, and Luga'ft;
seated himself behind his desk 6tt the platform,
with his longest and stoutest rattan before him.
"Now, Barker," he said, "we'll settle that
little business of yours. Just step up here,"
Tim did not move. The school-room wad
as still as the grave. Not a sound was to bo
heard except occasionally a long-drawn breath.
" Mind me, sir, or it will be the worse for
you. Step up here and take off your jacket!"
The boy did not stir any more than if he had
been of wood. Lugare shook with passion.
He sat still a minute, as if considering tho best
way to wreak his vengeance. That minute,
passed in death-like silence, was a fearful one
of some of the children, for their faces whiten
ed with fright. It seemed, as it slowly drop
ped away, like the minute which preceeds the
climax of an exquisitely performed tragedy,
when some mighty master of the histrionic art
is treading the stage, and you and the multitude
around you are waiting with stretched nerves
and suspended breath, in expectation of the ter
rible catastrophe.
" Tim is asleep, sir," at length said one of
the boys who sat near him.
Lugare, at this intelligence, allowed his fea
tures to relax from their expression of savago
anger into a smile, but that smile looked more
malignant, if possible, than his former scowls.
It might be that he felt amused at the horror
depicted on the faces of those about him, or it
might be that he was gloating in pleasure oa
the way in which he intended to wake the poor
little slumberer.
"Asleep, arc you, my young gentleman!"
said he, "let us see if we can't find something
to tickle your eyes open. There's nothing like
making the best of a bad case boys. Tim, here,
is determined not to be worried in his mind
about a little flogging, for the thought of it can't
even keep the little scoundrel awake."
Lugare smiled again as ho made the last ob-
servation. lie grasped his rattan nrmiy ana
descended from his seat. With light and steal
thy steps he crossed the room, and stood by
tho unlucky sleeper. The boy was still as un
conscious of his impending punishment as ever.
He might be dreaming some golden dream of
youth and pleasure; perhaps he was far away
in the world of fancy, seeing scenes, and feel
ing delights which cold reality never can be-
w. Lugare lifted his rattan high over his
head, and with the true and expert aim which
he had acquired by long practice, brought it
down on Tim's back with a force and whack
ing sound which seemed sufficient to awake a
freezing man in his last lethargy. Quick and
fast, blow followed blow. Without wailing to
see tho effect of the first cut, the brutal wretch
nlicd his instrument of torture first on side of the
boy's back, then on the other, and only stopped
at the end of a ftw minutes from very weari
ness. Still Tim showed no signs of motion;
and as Lugare, provoked at his torpidity jerked
away one of the child's arms, on which he had
been leaning over the desk, his head dropped
down on the board with a dull sound, and his
face lay turned up and exposed to view. When
Lugare saw it, he stood like one transfixed by
a basalisk. His countenance turned to a lead
en whiteness; the rattan dropped from his grasp;
and his eyes, stretched wide open, glared as as
some monstrous spectacle of horror and death.
The sweat started in great globules seemingly
from every pore in his face; his skinny lipa
contracted, and showed his teeth; and when he
at lentgh stretched forth his arm, and with the
end of one of his fingers touched tho child's
cheek, each limb quivered like the tongue of a
snake; and his strength seemed as though it
would momentarily fail him. Tho boy was
dead! Ho had probably beon so for some time,
for his eyes were turned up, and his body was
quite cold. The widow was nw childless too.
Death was in the school-room, and Lugare hat!
been flogging a corpse. W. W.
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