Jeffersonian Republican. (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1840-1853, September 15, 1841, Image 1

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The whole art ov Government consists in the art of reing honest. Jefferson.
STROUDSBURG-, MONROE COUNTY. PA,, WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 15, 1841.
No 29l
VOL. 2.
PRINTED AND PUBLISHED BY
THEODORE SCHOCH.
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will be insew" insertion ; larger ones in proportion. A
for cvoQuVwill be macle t0 vearly advertisois.
hbilditcon addressed to the Editor mustbe rt P""1-
God Seen in all His Works.
A TALE FROM THE GERMAN.
In that beautiful part of Germany which bor
ders on the Rhine, there is a noble castle,
which, as you travel on the western banks of
the river, you may see, lifting its ancient low
ers on the opposite side, above the grove of
trees about as old as itself.
About forty years ago, there' lived in that
castle a noble gentleman, whom we shall call
Baron . The Baron had an only son, who
was not only a comfort to his father, but a bless
incr to all who lived on his father's land.
t, Unn.nR,! on a certain occasion that this
vouncr man being from home, there came a
French gentleman to see the Baron. As soon
as this gentleman came into the castle, he be
ran to Talk of his Heavenly Father in terms
That chilled the old man's blood: on which the
Baron reproved him, saying, are you not afraid
of offending God, who reigns above, by speak
ing in such a manner!' The gentleman said
that he knew nothing about God, for he had
never seen him. The Baron did not notice at
this time what the gentleman said, but the next
morning took him about his castle grounds, and
took occasion at first to show him a very beau
tiful picture that hung on the wall. The gen
tleman admired the picture very much, and said
'whoever drew this picture knows very well
how to use his pencil.'
My son drew that picture,' said the Baron.
'Then your son was a very clever man,' re
plied the gentleman.
The baron went with his visitor into the gar
den, and showed him many beautiful flowers
nnd nlantations of forest trees.
thfi ordering of this garden?' asked !
the gentleman.
'My son,' replied the Baron, 4he knows eve
ry plant, I may say, from the cedar of Lebanon
to the hissop on the wall.'
Indeed,' said the gentleman, 'I shall think
very highly of him soon.'
The Baron then took him into the village,
and showed him a small, neat cottage, where
his son had established a school, and where he
caused all young children who had lost their
parents to be received and nourished at his
own expense. The children in the house look
ed so innocent and so happy, that the gentle-
man was very much pleased, and when he re
turned to the castle, he said to the baron, "what
a happy man you are to have so good a son.'
' How do you know I have so good a son?'
Because I have seen his works, and I know
that he must be good and clever, if he has done
all that you have showed me.'
'But you have never seen him.'
'No, but I know him very well, because I
judge of him by his works.'
'True,' replied the Baron, 'and this is the
way I judge of the character of our Heavenly
Father. 1 know from his works that he is a
being of infinite wisdom, power, and goodness.'
The Frenchman felt the force of the reproof,
and was careful not to offend the good Baron
any more by his remarks.
From the New York Express.
Major Doxvitins
Day-light or what the French call "Eclaircis
sarxnl" at last.
We are happy to announce to our readers
that by a letter from a correspondent at Wash
ington we are informed that our old and re
spected friend Major Downing, arrived there
by a western route the evening previous. He
stopt for a few minutes in front of "Gadsby's,"
shook hands with a group of acquaintances, en
tered and booked his name, and then passed
round to the barber's shop and after "slicking
tip,'1' made a strait track up the Avenue to the
"White House." The fact of his having ar
rived at "Gadsby's" being known, many enqui
ries during the evening were made and many
remained 'till after midnight awaiting his return
but nothing further was heard of him and
consequently' it was determined that he had
met with, such a reception elsewhere, that lie had
put up there. Our correspondent adds that
Whigs, Conservatives, and Loco Focos, indis
criminately called to enquire for the Major at
Gadsby's, each desiring to meet and have a
chat with him, and each expressing disappro
bation at his non reiurn.
This is all the information at present we can
give our readers, but we have no doubt of our
ability in a few days to lay before them authen
tic information from his own pen which can
scarcely fail to interest them at this period of
doubt, conjecture and delayed hope.
Did you ever. know a lady with white teeth
to put her hand over them when she laughed?
TJae Spectre of tUe Wood,
"You must decide before the moon
goes down, Mary," said John Hageman
to his lady love, as he sat by her side in
the hall door of her father's mansion, of
which she was the sole inheriter " You
must positively 'decide before yon moon
o-oes down !" said John emphatically ; and
the maiden raised her lovely countenance
toward that luminary which a single sen
tence had coupled with her destiny.
It was it the close of a summer evening
at the time when the air is fragrant with
the perfume of early flowers, and the open
ing buds of the apple and the grape, and
when the earth is fully crowned and smi
ling with new verduie. The moon was
scarcely more than a cresent, but even
thus it was at moments so transcendantly
beautiful, that a Pope might have bent his
knee in admiration before it, and deemed
it no crime. Unsullied by cloud or vapor
it was descending gradually toward the
bed of the ocean, that lay extended far in
the distance, like a dark shining mirror.
Not a wave was curling amid that vast
expanse of waters, for the wind seemed to
sleep, and only murmured in its slumber
as an infant in its happiest dreams. The
landscape around was in perfect harmony
with the quiet ocean, and the beauty of
the heavens. A sloping lawn, and field,
and meadow in front of the mansion, ex
tended to the white sand banks that girded
the sea. On one side a wood, deep and
sombre, arose on the other were airy
hills, covered with cattleand bleating herd.
And this enchanting domain must one day
sooner or later, descend to Mary ; but
John's eye had not looked to that circum
stance alone when he dedicated his heart's
devotedness to the maiden, for she was
herself the fairest lilly of that beautiful
valley. So already confessed, and many
a rival swain sighed for the possession of
such an union of wealth and loveliness.
Mary's features were of the Grecian
cast, to which a profusion of bright ches
nut curls and a pair of fine eyes, gave a
most perfect expression. Her form was
of symmetrical beauty, but the simple
girl was not sensible of this advantage ;
she had never been told so, and therefore
had cultivated no grace of art to heighten
her pretensions. Modesty is innate in the
female breast this, in its purest light, shed
a lustre over all her actions. She had
long been loved, and ardently pursued by
John Hageman, the bravest and blythest
of all the swains; but he had received no
definite answer he could boast of nothing
beyond a smile or a tear, yet, from those
harbingers of feeling, had the youth drawn
the favorable conclusion that his affection
was fully requitted. He resided in a
village of Long Island, not far distant from
the habitation of Mary, as did many other
of the youths whose tender minds also
cherished with enthusiastic affection the
one loved name.
John Hageman had every advantage of
face and person, yet he knew less of it than
any other man, for a toilet or mirror were
things almost unknown to him; therefore
he had very rarely contemplated those
features which every female in his vicinity
could with more certainty attest to than
he himself. As I have said before, there
was a deep and sombre wood adjoining
the beautiful valley, and those persons
who came from the village, two miles dis
tant, were obliged to pass that way.
About midway of this compact forest of
trees is a dell, or hole, of small circumfer
ence, but very deep. This, by the good
people of the country, was usually called
Jultermilk hollow. There was a legend
attached to this spot; the story ran thus :
During the old French war an unfortunate
prisoner fell into the hands of some semi
barbarians, who, without a feeling of re
morse, decapitated the wretched man, and
left him in the wood to tell his own story
as he might to tardy passengers who were
obliged to pass that way at a late hour,
and to such as were lovers of beauty and
the moon. The headless spectre had sev
eral times been seen by different young
men of the village, and more than once
by the aged inhabitants, whose veracity
could not be doubted. The reports, so
well authenticated, together with the
loneliness and dreariness of that part of
the forest, impressed the stoutest hearts of
all the clan (towns people of Long Island
are very claliish) with such feelings of ter
ror, that, whenever they had to pass that
place after nightfall, they would slouch
their hats over their eyes, and urge their
horses to full speed, that they might not
encounter the dreadful phantom, who usu
ally took his stand near the road side, with
his withered arms extended, and his head
less trunk exposed to view. It must not
be supposed that his spectreship was visi
ble to commou eyes every night in the
year far from it it was never known to
appear unless the sky was perfectly cloud
less, and the moon (being in its first quar
ter,) had gained a certain position in the
western horizon; therefore it may easily
be imagined that very few of those who
dreaded had had the honor of beholding
the sad visitant, who had for forty long
years presented himself, in the vain hope,
as it was supposed, that some generous
being would overcome his fears so far as
to draw near and make the usual demand
in those cases What seekest thou fair
ghost 1
John Hageman, as I observed before,
was one ofthe bravest, as well as one of
the gayest of all the youths of the village,
and as fond of listening to a good story on
Sunday Evening as any one, but not be
ing possessed of the credulous organ, he
would not believe one jot or title of the
terrible apparation of the wood.
" You may swear," said he one day to
old Joe Haywood, who was a way-fairing
man, and lorlorn, and used as often to
seek his bed, at the hedge side upon the
moss-covered sod, as ask from the human
family a cold granted shelter from the
dews of night. " You may swear till you
are black in the face, Joe," said he, ' Til
not give credence to your tale until 1 see
the thing with my own eyes, and tiot then
ifPve been drinking, which you do so of
ten that you see double, and then it is no
wonder that you should conjure up a
thousand things equally strange and fanci
ful, and I fear that you will die someday
of a drunken fit."
"Good, now, friend John; that puts
me in mind of the epitaph 1 have been
making."
" Epitaph, ! for whom, Joe ?"
" For myself, to be sure who else
would do me that kindness, think you?
Why not a creature, from the king to the
beggar, who have shaken hands with 'hon
est Joe1 in the day when his eyes stood
out with fatness, and his cheeks were rosy
with the juice of Newtown pippins. No,
no. Master John, not a stone nor a bush
will mark the spot where the idler is laid.
Therefore have 1 written mine own epi
taph a mere impromtu, but nevertheless
true.
Here lies one ! Who do you think
'Tisolcl Joe Haywood give him some drink.
Drink for a dead man ! The reason why ?
When living, he was always dry."
"Go, get to your cellar, Joe, with a
flagon. Now, what a good Falstaff that
fellow would make, if he were a degree
more drunken, or less brave ;" and John
Hageman mounted his gray pony and can
tered off to pay his accustomed visit to the
girl of his heart, it being Sunday evening.
When he reached the haunted spot in
the wood " The moon is in its first quar
ter," though John, "and the night prom
ises fair. Now 1 an: determined on know
ing two things this night before 1 sleep.
Firstly, whether Mary, the idol of my fan
cy, will marry me, or no and secondly,
who the spirit can be that plays his gam
bols hereabouts. I'll find him out, or lie
is a cleverer ghost than 1 take him to be;
and Mary mutt make up her mind before
the moon goes down. On its curved horn
one might hang a halter, forsooth a fair
promise for hay-making season." And
John was soon seated by the side of Mary,
where we left him a few periods since,
listening in brealhless-silence for her final
response to his startling proposal.
' You must indeed Mary," he said in a
voice scarcely audible.
The maiden gazed in earnest attention
at the splendid cresent as its pearly light
gave a less distinct view of objects around
the nearer it approached the western hor
izon. " 1 can wait no longer," cried John
and he pressed the hand of Mary as it were
for the last time.
" lam thine, John Hageman," uttered
the maid in her sweet tone, and she laid
her beautiful face in the bosom of her lov
er, who imprinted a kisi upon" her fair
temple.
" Adieu, my own Mary," he said " one
week more, and 1 will not have to pro
nounce that hated woid which now sepa
rates us for a season. '3 And John had
reached the wood eie the sound of his
adieu had ceased to vibrate on the car of
Marv. .
A few moments more brought him to
the haunted spot, but the beloved object
of his heart had so completely occupied
his mind, that, notwithstanding his resolves
respecting the discovery o the apparition,
he wouluMiave passed the hollow without
giving a thought to it ; 1ut it was not so
ordained, for1o suddenly did the gray po
ny stop, that if John had not been the best
horseman in the world1, he must have been
thrown to the earth. He cast a look for
ward to find what bad so alarmed the an
imal, which was trembling with dread and
terror.
"By my faith, yonder it is, sure enough!"
cried John, and with a feeling quite new
to himself, he slowly dismounted and cau
tiously approached the object of his aston
ishment the headless phantom ! For a
minute he stood before it and contempla
ted its figure with a full and careful sur
vey, during which his imagination was
wiought to the highest pitch.
"Speak, I pray you, speak, unhappy
shade!" he exclaimed. " Why haunt
you thus this solitary nook? Have you
aught to reveal? If so say it, I entreat you
and depart in peace in the lone and dark
recess to which those murderous hearts
have condemned you."
Here he paused for a reply, but heard
no sound except the heavy breathing of the
affrighted poney, and the " woodpecker
tapping the hollow beech tree."
" There can be no harm in touching,"
thought he ; and he extended his hand
and grasped instead of the withered arm
the dry branch of a small decayed oak!
John immediately recovered his presence of
mind.
"There, I told Joe it was all a cheat; the
light of the moon shining obliquely on this in
significant stump, has effected the singular
deception that went well nigh to shako my
fortitude."
Hageman mounted his pony and rode gai
ly home to forget the "spectre of the wood,"
and dream of his Mary.
A Story not without a Moral.
We pity the man who can Inspect the watch
returns of a large city without feeling deeply
moved. What lamentable chronicles aro there
presented of suffering, denuded, scarred and
fUstRmnered humanity! Some hardened trafli-
! cers in the world's hypocricies may indeed find
subject matter lor sport in the details oi pover
ty and vice, and crime, but all worthy of the
name of man can see in the recital only mourn
ing, lamentation and woe. The other day we
were forcibly drawn into such a train of reflec
tions by the history of a poor wretch whose
name has often figured in tho returns, and who
is denominated in the hackneyed song of the
officers of justice, "a state prison bird" an
"old offender."
The story is short, and alas! not an uncom
mon one. When a boy, the subject of it was
sent by his master to a store to purchase some
eggs! just as he left the store, he dropped the
basket and broke two of the eggs;. fearful of
niitn"hmnnt from a tvranical master, the lad ro-
nlaced the broken cues by others which hC ab
stracted from the barrel in the sto?c. He was
nhf.rvid however bv the store keeper, caught
and conveyed to the police office. There he
was locked up, and in due course oi time tneu
and adjudged guilty of the theft, and sentenced
to the penitentiary! At the end of sixty days
the young culprit was discharged, fully pre
pared for entering any career of infamy. His
character was blasted the brand was on his
brow and in a few weeks he was the most
reckless of a gang of pickpockets. After an
other visit to the penitentiary, the unfortunate
boy was arrested on a charge of burglary
tried, and convicted, and shortly after became
an inmate of the state prison. After his dis
charge from thonce, tho same cotlrse of crime
was pursued, with a similar result. And now
again, the erring lad who might once easily
have been rescued from the way of bis destroy
er, into which he was imwaringly led, stood
before the bar of justice, a homeless, friendless
vagabond on the face of the earth. N. Y. Sun.
lLaw in Texas.
They have some curious law proceedings in
this new Republic. In one ofthe Counties, it
seems that a man named Mcllenry was elected
Judge, after a close contest. One of his oppo
nents was arraigned for murder. His friends
assembled to effect his rescue. Judge Hans
ford left the Bench, when the Jury elected a
Foreman, who took the Judge's place and the
irial went on. Tho prisoner was finally ac
quitted, and forthwith discharged. He imme
diately, with his friends, arrested Judge Mc
Henry for negro stealing, and had him put in
jail at Nachitochos.
The Picayune saw a yellow girl the other
day on a wharf, with what ho calls a sweet
face, i. e. pretty well daubed with molasses.
From the Log Cabin Rifle.
Mr. Editor: Our Federal. Loco foco Gov
ernor, passed through this place, on his return
trom an electioneering: tour to the JJernvin iim-
campment, accompanied by the Surveyor Gen-
eral, and Ucn. Adam LMler, ol "ljucKsnot
War memory.
The pretended object of this visit oi these
worthies was. lo receive the troops at th6 Eii-
campment, but this was a mere preiext, as will
appear evident wnen we consider tnat tnc pur
veyor General was'dragsed along, because hs is
a native of "Old Berks;" better acquainted with
tnosc HKeiy to come to me encampment, aim
consequently bettei calculated to assist the
Governor in furthering tho desperate chance of
his re-election. .
They did not meet with that success howev
er, that thev anticiDated. The Governor, and
his company, received but a cold and indifferent
reception from the noble hearted soldiers, it
was true they evinced their respect for the
high station occupied by the Governor, but not
out of any aflecnon lor the man and lus polit
ical principles.
On the return ol the soldiers, nnd others,
to their homes, 1 met with quite a number of
Porters former political, supporters who were
much displeased with hrm, and solemnly de
clared THAT THEY WOULD NOr SUri'OltT VtM
at the coming election! because the object
of his visit was altogether selfish.
The Governor's conduct during his stay at
Bernville was any thing, but becoming and ex
emplary. There was a kind of a puppet show,
kept by an abandoned fellow, which was alto
gether neglected until the Governor favoured
the proprietor with his august presence, after
which it was quite liberally patronized.
The proprietor of this exhibition was quite a
notorious politician in the loco foco ranks last
fall, edifying his brethern, on more than one
occasion, with his scurrilous harangues. He
expressed his unwillingness, however to give
his support to Davy R. of which the Governor
was no doubt informed, and in order to concil
iate him he poked a ten dollar bill below the
curtain, before he left the grand exhibition! I
can bring the most respectable proof to sustain
this assertion; and I consider it, as a strong ev
idence that the Governor views his re-election
as rather precarious.
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Don't you think, ivJr. Editor, that it tne gov
ernor Days SIO for every vote, necessary to en
sure his re-election, the $99,000 received from
the U. o. Hank, for signing the suspension reso
lutions will hardly reach? I do.
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Wromelsdorf, August 31st, 1841.
Tlte Shower of Blood.
With reference to the recent 'shower of
Flesh and Blood,' in Lebanon, Tcnn., which so
greatly puzzled the philosophers of that vicini
ty, the National Intelligencer publishes a com
munication from Benjamin Hallowell, Principal
of the Alexandria Boarding School, which gives
to the singular phenomenon a ready explana
tion by a well ascertained fact in the economy
of insects. He quotes from the Natural Histo
ry of insects by Kirby and Spence, some state
ments on this subject. Many species of the
butterfly when they emerge from the chrysalis
state discharge a redish fluid, which, when
their number is considerable, has often produ
ced an appearance of blood similar to that ob
served in Tennessee. This fact has been long
known, being recorded as early as 1553. The
most interesting account of an event of this kind
is given by Reaumur who states that in Jul
1G0S, the country about Aix was covered with
what appeared to be a shower of blood. The
citizens were greatly alarmed, but their terror
was somewhat abated by the explanation of the
mystcryby M. Peirsec, a philosopher of that
place, who had first discovored the cause of the
phenomenon by noticing in chrysalis which ho
had in his cabinet. Further information on
the subject may be found in Comstock's Phys
iology, and in No. 74 of Harper's Family Li
brary. Mr. Hallowell states that the instance
mentioned in the Nashville account, of flesh ap
pearing with the blood, no doubt was tho result
of the insects having perished in the process of
transformation. Even when thus explained;
the phenomenon is most curious and well de
servos tho attention of naturalists. Tribune.
Tlic Noi tii Eastern Boundary.
The Bangor Whig of. the 3d inst. has the
following paragraph:
The United States Troops ordered to occu
py the posts at the Aroostook and Fish river,
in the disputed Territory, started from Houltbn
on Tuesday last. Tho first detachment started
with a heavy team of oxen and all tho necessa
ry implements for clearing the roads and for
erecting suitablo quarters and barracks. A
good military road, supported at the expense of
tho General Government, from Houlton to Fish
River, may soon be expected, and a regular mail
route with a post-oflice at Fish river and tho
Aroostook will be established immediately.
The General Government is now fairly upon
tho territory, and there will bo no backing out
until a final settlement of the question, which
under the present efficient administration can
not be long delayed. . ,