The whole art ov Government consists in the art of being honest. Jefferson.
STROUDSBURG MONROE COUNTY, PA., WEDNESDAY, JUNE 22, 1842.
No. 16.
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POETRY.
TIsC Roved and Lost.
Time hath not power to bear away
Tliine image from my heart;
No scenes that mark life's onward way
Can bid it hence depart.
Yet. while our souls with anguish riven,
Mourn, loved and lost, for theej
"We raise our tearful eyes to heaven;
And joy that thou art free.
We miss thee from the band so dear,
That gathers round our hearth";
We listen still thy voice to hear
Amid our household mirth
We gaze upon thy vacant chair,
Thy form we seem to see,
Wc start to find thou art not there,
Yet joy that thou art free.
A thousand old familiar things,
Within our childhood's home,
Speak of the cherished, absent one,
Who never more shall come.
They wake, with mingled bliss and pain,
Fond memories of thee;
But would we call thee back again 1
We joy that thou art free!
Amid earth's conflict, woo, and care,
When dark our path appears,
'Tis sweet to know thou canst not share
Our anguish and our tears
That on thy head no more shall fall
The storms we may not flee;
Yes, safely sheltered from them ail,
We joy that thou art free.
For thou hast gained a brighter land,
And death's cold stream is past
Thine are the joys, at God's right hand,
That shall forever last;
A crown is on thine angel brow,
Thine eye the King doth see,
Thy home is with the seraphs now
We joy that thou art free !
rora Bentlcy's Miscellany.
Tlie Haunted Jflauor Mouse.
3Y CHARLE5 0LL1ER.
Ser. What's that ?
Alg. Where?
Ser. Did you hear nothing ?
Alg. Where, where? dost thou see anything?
We are hard by the church yard. Hark! d'ye
hear nothing. The Night Walker.
The old manor house was now a gloomy
ruin. It was surrounded by an old fashioned, i
spacious garden, overgrown with weeds; but in
the drowsy and half veiled light of an April
dawn, looking almost as beautiful as if it had
been kept in trim order. The gravel walks
were green with moss and grass, and the fruit
trees, trained against the wall, shot out a plen
teous overgrowth of wild branches, which hung
unprofitable over the borders. A rank crop of
thistles, bind-weed, and groundessel choked
the bed, over which the slimy tract of slugs
and snails shone in the horizontal gleam of the
rising sun. The noble elms, which stood about
the lawn in groups, were ihe only objects that
did not bear the melancholy evidence of neglect.
These 'giants of the wood' thrive best when
not interfered with by man.
Scarcely a single window pane was unbrok
en in the old house; the roof was untiled; the
brickwork at the lower part of the building was
without mortar, and seemed crumbling with
damp; and many of the shutters, which in the
dwellings of that date were fixed outside the
windows, hung dangling upon the rusty hinges.
The entrance door, of which the lintel had ei
ther dropped from its socket or been forced
away, was fasned to the wide frame by a pad
Jock. All was silent, deserted, desolate: nor did
the aspect of the tenement tend to dissipate by
any exhibition of beauty, either in outline, color,
or detached parts, the heavy, unimaginative mel
ancholy which the view of it inspired. It was
a square, red brick house, largo enough indeed
jCo contain many rooms, and were it in good re
pair, to accommodate even a wealthy family; but
it was utterly destitute of external interest. It
had no pointed roof, no fantastic gables, no gro
tesque projections, no pleasant porch, hi angles
of which the rose and honeysuckle could as
cend, or the ivy cling, nor any twisted chim
neys, like those which surmounted the truly
English and picturesque homos built i; the
Ehzahethian era, and which, together with the
rich and glorious poetry of that time, gave way
to the smooth neatness cultivated during the
xeign of William and Mary, to which epoch the
Paddingion Manor House might be referred.
Two men stood in the silenco of an April
morning contemplating the desertedscene. One
of them appeared to know something of its his
tory, and, yielding to the entreaty of his com
panion, related the following story.
"Ton years ago," said he, "there dwell in
This house a man of high repute for virtue and
piety. He had no wife nor children, but lived
with much liberality ,and kept many servants.
lIe was constant in his attendance at church,
and gladdened the hearts of the neighboring
poor by the frequency of his almsgiving.
His fame among his neighbors was increas
ed by his hospitality. Scarcely a day passed
without entertatring some of them with feast at
his house, when his conversaiion was admired,
his judgment appealed to as something more
than ordinary wise, his decisions considered
final, and his jokes received with hearty laugh
ter, according to the time allowed, and dutiful
practice of guests at the table of rich men.
Nothing could exeqed the costliness and rar
ity of this man's wines, the lavish profusion of
his plate, nor the splendor of his room these
very rooms! which decorated with the richest
furniture, the most costly specimen of the Ital
ian and Flemish schools of painting, and re
sounded nightly with the harmony of dainty
madrigals.
One summer evening, after a sumptuous din
ner had been enjoyed by himself and a numer
ous party, the weather being very sultry, a pro
posal was made by the host that the wine and
desert should be taken on the lawn, and that
the revelry should be prolonged under the
shade of the leafy elms which stood about the
garden in the groups, as you see them now.
The company accordingly adjourned thither,
and great was the merriment beneath the green
bouohs which hung over the table in heavy
masse, and loud the song in (he sweet air of
the evening.
Twilight came on, but slill the happy revel
lers were loth to leave the spot which seemed
sacred to wine and music, and indolent enjoy-'
ment. The leaves which canopied them were j
motionless; even those which hung on the ex-!
irp.mfi nnint of the tenderest snravs auivered :
not. One shining star, poised m the clear ether
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seemed to look down with curious gaze on j House. The apatlment where the secret mter
the jocund scene; and the soft west wind had I view took place, and which is, to this day, cal
breathed its last drowsy evening hymn so j led 'The Room of the Shadow,' was closed, and,
calm, indeed, that the master of the house or-j it is said, has never since been opened. It is
dered lights to be brought there wore they sat, ! the phamber immediately above this, and is now
thai the out door carouse might still be enjoy-1 the haunts of bats and other night birds.
ed.
"Han- care!" exclaimed he. "This is a de-,
licious evening; the wine has' a finer relish
here than in the house, and the song is more i
melodious under the tranquil sky, than in the !
close room where sound is stifled. Come, let !
us have a bacchanalian chant let us, with old
Sir Toby, make the welkin dance, and rouse
the night owl with a catch. I am right merry.
Pass the bottle, and tune your voices a catch,
a catch! The lights will be here anon."
Thus he spoke; but his merriment seemed
forced and unnatural. A grevious change
awaited him.
As one of the servants was proceeding from
the house with a flambeau in his hand, to light
the tapers already placed on the table, he saw
in the walk leading to the outer gate, a woman
of lofty bearing, in widow's weeds, whose skin,
as the ray3 of the torch fell upon it, looked as
white as a monumental effigy, and made a ghast
ly contrast with her black robe. Her face was
like that of the grisly phantom, Death in Life .
it was rigid and sunken; but her eyes glanced
about in their hollow sockets with a restless
motion, and her brow was knit as if in anger.
A corse-like infant was in her arms; and she
paced with proud and stately tread towards the ;
spot where the master of the house, apparently ,
"Merry in his heart and filled with swelling wine," j
was sitting amongst his iovial friends.
The servant shuddered as he beheld the
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strange intruder, but he too had partaken of the
good cheer, and he fell bolder than usual.
Mustering up courage, he faced the awful wo
man and demanded her errand.
"I seek your master," said she.
"lie is engaged, and cannol be interrupted,"
renhed the man. "Uch! turn your face from
me 1 like noi your look. You are enough to
freeze one's very blood."
"Fool," returned ihe woman, "your master
must see me." And she pushed the servant
aside.
The menial shivered tinder the touch of hrl3-
h'and, which was heavy and cold like m?;rble. '
He felt as if rooted to the spot; he r'ould ir.i
move to follow her as she walked, on j 'the
scene of tlie banquet.
On arriving at the spot sm drew herself up
beside the host without utterip a word. He
saw her and shook ip. every joint. The song
ceased; tho guc.ls were speechless with amaze
ment, and sat like pclrifactidtis, bending their
gazo One way towards the strange and solemn
figure which confronted them.
"Why comest thou here?" at length demand
ed the rich man in low gasping accents. Van
ish! Who opened tho vault and let thee forth?
Thou hhouldst be a hundred miles away. Sink
again into die arth! Hence, horrible thing!
Delusion of hell! Dead creature, ghost, hence!
What seckest thou? What can I do to keep
thee in thy grave? I will resign my lands: to
whom shall they be given? Thy child is dead.
Who is now thy heir? Speak! and be invisi
ble!" The palo woman stooped -with unseemly cf-
fort, as if an image of stone were to bend, and
whispered something in the ear of her question
er, which made him tremble still more violent
ly. Then beckoning him, she passed through
the deepening twilight towards the house, while
he, with bristling hair and faltering gait, follow
ed her. The "terror stricken man, the gaunt
woman, and the white child, looked like three
corpses moving in the heavy and uncertain
shades of evening, against the order of nature.
After waiting an hour for their friend's re
turn, the guests who had now recovered from
their first panic, became impatient to solvejhe
mystery, and determined to seek the owner of
the house, and offer such comfort as his evident
trepidation required. They accordingly direc
ted their steps towards the room into which,
they were informed, the woman and child and
their host had entered.
On approaching the door, piteous groans and
incoherent exclamations were heard above
which these words were plainly audible in a
female voice: "Remember what I have said!
Think of my slaughtered husband? A more
terrible intruder will on some night come into
thy house! Thou shalt perish here and here
after!" Hearing these groans and these menaces, the
party instantly burst into the room, followed by
the servant with a light. ' The man, whoso face
was buried in his hands, was standing alone.
But as his friends gazed around in amazement,
a shadow of the woman with her infant in her
arms was seen tn flicker on the wall, as if
moved about uncouihly by a faint wind. By
degrees it faded away entirely. No one knew
how the stately widow herself had disappeared,
nor by what means she had obtained admittance
through the outer gate
To the honest enquiry of his friends the host
would give no answer; and the parly left the
nlace nernlexed with fearful thouchts. From
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mat time no leasts were given
in the Manor
After having lived here several years in com-
parativc solitude, a mortal sickness came over
the owner or the house. But, if his bodily sut-
fe rings were grievous to behold, the agony of
his mind seemed ten fold greater, so that his
friends who called to cheer him in his malady,
were amazed to see one of so pure a life (as
they thought) given to tho torture of remorse, been subdued by long watching in the chamber
He-felt that he must shortly appear before the! of death, and by witnessing the sick man's ag
Supreme Judge; and tho anticipated terrors of j ony and remorse, become, now that he was lelt
the judgment were already upon his spirit. ; alone, wild and, frantic. Assuming a courage
His countenance underwent many ghastly cha-1 from the very intensity of fear, he shrieked out
ges, and the sweat of dismal suffering poured in j in a voice which scarcely sounded like his own,
heavy drops from his face and breast. 'What art thou, execrable thing! that comest at
The throes of his conscience were too strong phis dead hour? Speak if thou canst, show
to be endured and hidden; and, summoning one j thyself, if thou darest!"
or two of his neighbors to his bed side, he con- j These cries roused the dying man from the
fessed many sins of which he had been guilty j miserable slumber into which he had fallen.
in another part of England; he had, he said cn-j -e opened his glassy eyes gasped for ulter
riched himself by the ruin of widows and or-1 ance and seeded as though ho would have
phans; and he added that the accursed love of
gold had made him a murderer.
It was in vain that the pastor of the parish, j
who saw his bitter agony, strove to absolve him .
t of his hianifold crimes. He could not be com-J
jforted. Ilis works, and alms, and all the good j
i endeavor of the latter years of his life were of',
no avail. They were as chaff, and flew off!
from the weight of his transgressions. Th'
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vengeance of eternal firo haunted hirr, wLile
living, and he did not dare even to pra:-. 'Alas!
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my menus, saiu ne, to inosc wuo I'.eso'dght him
to lift up his voice in supplication to tho Most
High, '1 have no heart to pray foe I am already
condemned. Hell is evvm" now in my soul,
there to burn for ev6rv "Rcsicn me, I nray you.
to my lost condition, U( to the fiends hovering
around to seize mp .'
The menace nf Vim einnnn woman was now
about to be 0',fil!;d
" I J w waa-w - " - -
On thr asl u 0f t li 1 s person's miserable
life, or.c of ids neighbors, a benevolent and pi
ous man, sat up with the expiring wretch by
'.is ui.- sine tie u;iu lur suuiu umc iiiiibii linn
s.Vate of stupor; being afraid to look any hu-
Tian being in the face; or even to open his eyes.
Hc slept or seemed to sleep for awhile then
suddenly, arousing himself, ho appeared to be
in clerable agitation of body and mind, and
with an indescribable expression of countenance,
shrieked out, "Oh, the intolerable horrors of
damnation."
Midnight had now arrived. Tho servants
were iu bed, and no ouo stirring in tho house,
bul the old nurse, and the friend who watched
the last momenta of the sufl'orer. All was quiet
profound as that of tho sepulchre; when sudden
ly the sound of loud arid impatient footsteps
were heard in the room adjoin ing the forlorn
man's bed chamber.
"What can that be!" said tho nurse under her
breath, and with an expression of ghastly alarm.
"Hark! tho noiso continues."
"Is any one up in the house?" inquired the
friend.
"No: besides, would a servant dare to tram
ple with such violence, about tho next room to
that of his dving-master."
The gentleman snatched up a lamp, and
went forth into the next chamber. It was emp
ty! but still the footsteps sounded loudly as
those of a person waiting in angry impatience.
Bewildered and aghast, the friend returned
to the btd side of the wrstch, and could not
find utterance to tell the nurse what had been
ihe result of his -examination of ihe adjoining
room.
'For the Io.c of Heaven,51 exclaimed the wo
man, speak! tell me what you have seen in the
next chamber. Who is there? Why do you
look so pale? What has made you dumb7
Hark? the noise of the footsteps grows louder
and louder."
"O! how I wish I had never entered this ac
cursed house, this house which is abhorred by
God and man!"
Meanwhile, the sound of the horrid footsteps
grew not only louder but quicker and more im
patient. The scene of their tramping was, after a time,
changed. They approached the sick man's
room, and were heard, plainly heard close by
the bed side of the dying wretch, whose nurse
and friend stared with speechless terror upon
the floor, which sounded and shook as the in
visible foot-falls passed over it.
"Something is here something terrible in
I his very room, and close to us, though we can
not see it!" whispered the gentleman in panting
accents to his companion. "Go up stairs and
I call the servants and let all in the house as
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! aeinble here.'
'I dare not move," exclaimed the trembling
woman. "My brain my brain! I am faint
I shall go mad! Let us fly from this place
the fiend is here. Help! help! in the name of
the Almighty."
"Be composed, I beseech you," said the gen
tleman in a voice, scarcely audible. "Recall
your scattered senses. 1 too should be scared
", to death did I not with a strong effort keep down
the mad throbbings that torment me. Recol
lect our duty. We are christians and must not
abandon the expiring man. God will protect
us. Merciful Heaven!" he continued, with a
frenzied glance into :he shadowy recesses of
the chamber "Listen! the noise is stronger than
ever those iron footsteps! and still we can-
j not discern the cause! Go and bring some com-
j panions some nuuiaa muus uui uaiu
j transformed!"
I The nurse .thus adjured, left the demon
j haunted apartment with a visage white as snow;
and the benevolent friend, whose spirits had
prayed in mortal anguish, but the words died
in his throa'.. His lips quivered and seemed
parched, as if by fire; they stood apart and his
ccnf hrJi pnth urinnod horribly. It was evi-
jyr.j jlul lie heard the footsteps; for an agony
feaj-rlu i0 behold came over him. Ho rose in
j,- bedheld out his arms, as if to keep off the
apnroach of some hateful thin; and, having sal
thus for a few moments, fell back and with a
dismal groan expired!
A True Patriot.
A man in Waldo county, Maine, who for
twenty years, by tho advico of his physician,
had 'used ardent spirits for some "bodily infir
mity," was at a temperance meeting, and con
eluded to sign tho pledge. When he was about
to do so, the doctor started up and said, "Uncle
Ward if you sign that pledgo you will die." He
calmly replied that ho had been a soldier of the
revolution and thought he was willing to die for
his country. Ho signed the pledge, and in one
fortnight after his bodily infirmity left him.
From the Woodbury Constitution.
Farmers, burn Striped ISwgs.
This is the seastth that striped Bugs destroy
early vegetables.. Build fires about the tillage
in the niglit. The Striped Bugs will volunta
rily burn themselves by thousands, as men do
by drinking alcohol.
Very respectfully, yours, &c.
ROBERT ROE.
Woodbury, May 27.
A fellow from Kentucky went yesterday into
the store of a fashionable milliner in Canal
street.
-Have you any sl'rirts?' asked he.
Plenty Of all kinds,' answered Madam W.
What do you ask a cord?' said tho chap.
A cord!' replied Madam YV.
Yes; I want about a cord. Up in oiir dig
gins the petticoats and things has gin out. I
see you advertise 'corded skirts,' and I thought
while my hand was in, I'd lake what you had
corded up.'
The milliner faintod. Crescent City.
Better tliasi Ffone.
A noor married woman was telling a staid
- i .j
lady, somewhat on the wrong side of fifty, of
some domestic troubles, which she, in great
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pan, aiiriouieu iu me inugumrwus ui uui Hus
band. 'Well,' said tho old maid, 'you have
brought these troubles on yourself; 1 told you
not to marry him. 1 was sure he would not
make you a good husband.' 'He is not a good
one to be sure, madam;' replied the woman;
'but he is a power better than none.'
Slow to save a SlailJirag.
A travelling Menagerie, down east, not many
days since, posted up the terms of admission at
two shillings persons under eleven years of
ase at half price. A younir chan. about a doz
en years old, wishing to save a shilling in an
honest way, wrote on a piece of paper, "ten,"
and put it in his hat, and on another piece "elev
en." and nut it in his shoe; then, with a shillin?
in his hand and a bold front, approached the
doorkeeper, and demanded entrance. i he
doorkeeper, opening both eyes, and looking
sternly on the youth, demanded, "How old aro
you, boy?" "I am between ten and eleven, sir,"
was the reply. Accordingly the door was
thrown open to him.
JJj'Who dat big nigger coming down de
treet, dare, Cuff?" " "Who dat! Why don't
you know?" "No but apose he some stin
guished stranger.' "Guess he be he come
down the Suskehanna rirer as the chief engi
neer of Squire Jones' raft."
The newspapers are filled with humorous
comments upon the recent proceedings in Rhode
Island. The late Governor Dorr and his par
ty, by their valiant conduct, have reminded us
of a tear song written some years ago, from
which we extract the following stanzas:
"Lift our triumphant banners high;
And give our bugles breath!
Onward, and be the battle cry
For liberty or death!
But what is yonder dusky cloud?
What is yon bold array?
It is the Dutch? Oh, what a crowd!
Good Lord! Let's run away!"
"Pa, do they plough the prisoners up at Sirig
Sing?"
"No, my son, what made you ask that ques
tion?" "'Cause it says here that one of their faces
was jurrowed."
"Go to bed, Sammy, go to bed, and don't go
out of the house, somebody might steal you!"
"Here's a health to all good 'lasses'" as the
boy said when he licked a stick which he had
plunged by mistake into a barrel of sperm oil.
Tlie Happy Pair.
Says Dick to Jack "your neighbors say,
You wrangle with your wife each day,"
"Poo, poo," says Jack, "they only joke,
5Tis now a fortnight since we spoke."
The following endorsement was on the wrap
per enclosing a newspaper recently received at
the post-nffico in Boston. It was post marked
Detroit, April 22:
Our wheat crop next fall
Bids fair to be 'tall,'
And will yield, very near,
A third more than last year.
Our other great staples,
Such as hogs, coon skiii3 and produce of
maples,
Can be had in abundance-also wild honey
For the gold or tho silver, or good Boston
money.
A country lad, being taken with the measles,
expressed great fear and anxiety as to tho na
ture of the disease not knowing even the
name of it.
'My son," replied the father, "I think you
must have tho measles."
"The measles! well, then dad, I don't care
a darn; but by jingo, I was plaguy afraid it was
them jiohtics."
A gentleman describing the intellectual char
acter of another, said his mind had the dispep
sia the ideas went through it without digestion.
'Boy, why don't you go to school!' 'Bekase,
sir, daddy is afeared if I lam every thing now,
I shant havo nothing to larn ven I go to the
'cademy.'
An jEJffcctual Cure for Felon.
Bathe the part affected in ashes and water
take the yolk of an egg, six drops of the spirits
turpentine, a few beoi leaves cut fine, a small
quantity of hard soap, one tea'spoonful of snuff
or fino tobacco: then add one tea spoonful of
burnt salt, and one of Indian meal; it never fails,
to effect a euro if applied in season.
Law Religion Physic It is calculated
that, in tho United States, there aro 14,012
lawyers; 14,080 clergymen, and 10,222 physicians.