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"September 14, 1S42.
LUMBER! LUMBER,!!
The subscribers have at their Mill situate
three miles from John Fleet's Tavern, which is
on the Drinker Pike, and only half a mile from
H enry W. Drinker, Esq., a large and general
assortment of seasoned
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miles nearer, and a much better road, than to
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September 21, 1812. 4m.
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Walter Buchanan, Tanner, do.
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of the said Petitioners, who have proved- their
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Philadelphia, Oct. 5, 1842. 10.
NOTICE.
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der the Bankrupt Law, has been filed by
John Finch, Leather Manufacturer, Pike
county.
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!:.fcr Debts, and all other persons in interest,
nay appear and show cause, if any they have,
v. hy such Discharge and Certificate should not
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. FRAS. HOPKINSON, : .
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'hi j gdelnliia, Qct 0, .1 842.-, 1 0v. ol 3.
POETRY.
A Prayer isa Sickness.
BY BARRY CORNWALL.
Send down thy winged angel, God !
Amidst this night so wild;
And bid them come where now we watch,
And breathe upon our child!
She lies upon her pillow, pale,
And moans within her sleep
Or waketh with a patient .smile,
And slirreth not to weep!
How gentle and how good a child
She is, we know too well,
And dearer to her parent's hearts,
Than our weak words can tell.
We love we watch thro'out the night,
To aid, when need may be;
We hope and have despaired, at times;
But now we turn to Thee !
Send dovn thy sweet-souled angel, God!
Amidst the darkness wild,
And bid him soothe our souls to-night,
And heal our gentle child.
The JLass of Sixteen.
MACHINE POETRY
Oh what a queer creature's the lass of sixteen!
Neither girl nor a woman but something between:
Not exactly a. tadpole, nor neither a frog,
Not a young sucking pig, andsnot yet quite a hog
I am not certain whether
"She's a bird in full feather
Or a gosling quite green ;
Neither this then nor t'other,
Is the lass of sixteen. ,
She runs, as by instinct, strait after the boys,
And her boldness affrights while her beauty de
coys ;
And when of a sudden love seizes the heart,
She feels like a duck when its pin feathers start,
Oh, now she is sighing,
And now she is crying,
And now she is seen
With a smile in each feature
For what a queer kind of a creature
Is the lass of sixteen:
With a bloom on her cheek, and a charm in her
eyes,
She seems a young angel just dropt from the skies,
To .be courted and kissed byNthe frail sons of sin
Who leap and notlook--and perchance are 'sucked
in,'
With an eye full of evil,
She's a little she d 1,
Deviless I mean;
Aye, troublesome witch is
A thing without breeches, )
A lass of sixteen.
Sunday Mercury. Spoons, O. G.
Curing Bcefand Porte".
The following receipt for curing Beef or
Pork is said to be the very best now in use. It
is given by the Editor of the Germantown Tel
egraph, who remarks that if this mode bo once
tried, it will bo used again in preference to all
others. The receipt is as follows:
To 1 gallon of water,
Take 1 1-2 lb. salt,
1-2 lb. sugar,
1-2 oz. saltpetre.
In this ratio the pickle to be increased to any
quantity desired.
Let these be boiled together until all Ihe dirt
from the salt and sugar, (which will not be a
little, rises to the top and is skimmed on.
Then throw it into a large tub lo cool, and when
perfectly cold, pour it over your beef or,pork; to
remain the usual time, say four or five weeks
The meat must be well covered with the pickle,
and should not be put down for at least two
days after killing, during which time it should
be slightly sprinkled with powdered saltpetre.
Mr. Clay among the Quakers;
A correspondent of the Richmond Whig,
writing from Indianapolis, in speaking, of Mr.
CIa3''s visit to Indiana, saysi "He made a most
decided impression, especially among the very
respectable Society qf Friends. The wavering
have been confirmed, and the confirmed made
enthusiastic in his support. A delegation of
Friends waited on him to invite him to attend
their church on the 2d, (Sunday.) .. When retir
ing from his room, the spokesman of the dele
gation a venerable old man look Mr. Clay
by the hand, and said, 'Fare thee well, Henry;
God be with thee, and we will.'"
Prentice, of the Louisville Journal, says
the reason that Dickens could not find water
enough in our hotels to wash himself, ho is
such a "dirty follow."
A New Magnetic Influence.- A boy,
whom a meamerizer was oneratin? uoon in
Bosion, was asked "why he didn't en to sleep?"
sbrwwdly. answered, ''because' Lhan'i got niy
supper' " ,
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From the Philadelphia Saturday Courier.
THE TORY LOVER;
pa 3Lve aiad Patriotism.
A TALE OF THE BATTLE OF BRANDY WINE.
BY IROFESSORINGRAIIAM.
x AUTHOR OF " LAFlTTE," "CAPTAIN KYD," &C. S?C.
On the outskirts of the village of Newark, in
Delaware, stood at the time of our story, a neat
farm-cottage, wilh a majestio elm growing be
fore its tkjor. In the distance, over the fields
and woryuds, could be seen the spires of the
town amBKilvery glimpse of the river Dela
ware, with a group of vessels of war, anchored
full three leagues off. The-cotiage stood a lit
tle back from the dust of the frequently travel
led road, with a green sward between. It had
an-inviting appearance of comfort, and never
failed to attract the eye of the-passing traveller.
The sun was near setting, one pleasant after
noon in" September, 1777, when a young man,
half in uniform, half in citizen's dress, came
out- of the cottage door followed by a young and
interesting girl, who was clinging to his arm,
and evidently in earnest entreaty with him. He
was tall and handsome, though sunbrowned,
and bore the appearance of a young farmer.
She was rustic too, in her dress, but her face
was very fair and beautiful, and her manners
refined above the condition to which she seem
ed to belong. Tears were in her large blue
eyes, and one of her hands clasped his, while
the other lay upon his shoulder.
"Why will you go, dear George, into this
dreadful contest? To-morrow you may be
brought home to me a mangled corpse! Oh,
fearful, fearful! Say you will not go, and fight
against your own country! This js worst of
all I"
"I am a loyal King's man, Annette, and if I
fight, it must be on his side. The people are
rebels, and will yet be put down, and heads
wHl soon fly from the scaffold like wheat heads
beneath the sickle."
"No, never! The cause is a right one a
holy one, George, and Heaven will prosper it,"
she answered, wilh enthusiasm. "1 am griev
ed that one I so dearly love to whom my troth
was plighted before this quarrel broke out, and
tory and rebel were unknown, should now be
going forth, armed, to join the foes of myand
his country, against his own brethren. If we
be wrong, yet we are your kindred your neigh
bors and this should unite your sympathies
with us, at least."
"lou need not speak, dear Annette, l amj
resolved in the approaching battle to draw my
sword for my King. Cornwallis and Howe are
now within a few leagues, marching on "Wash
ington and his forces have taken ground to op
pose his passage of the Brandywine and to
morrow the battle will take place, and Philadel
phia be in our hands."
The maiden was silent for an instant with
her face hid at length she spoke, and said
gravely, .
"Dear George, I feel as if I was called upon
to sacrifice my love for you to my country's
honor! How can I love my bleeding country
and at the same time him whose sword" is ready
lo pierce its bosom. Turn, for my sake, Georgej
and be. an American in heart, as you are by
birth, and as you should be in honor."
"You need not urge me, Annette," said the
yoiing man impatiently; "I will never draw my
sword in favor of a rebel cause."
"Be it so, and I pledge myself never to give
my love to a traitor," answered the maiden,
with spirit. Thus perish the troth that hath
been plighted to one who has proved false to
himself and his country!" And thus speaking,
the spirited girl took from her finger her be
trothal ring, and cast it at his feet.
The young tory lover gazed upon her with
surprise and anger, which, as he saw her re
entering the dwelling with a resolute step, with
out even casting a glance upon him, instantly
changed into one of entreaty.
"Stay, Annette, do not leave mo thus. You
are not surely in earnest. Come baek, and let
me talk with thee. If you can thus idly break
your troth, I love you to well to do so myself.'
. "You love me, George Lee!" she repeated,
wilh 'scorn; "you love me! when you aro now
ready to go forth and draw your weapon and
a'im your rifle at tho hearts of my father and
brother, who are in the ranks of Washington,
ready to do -and die for their country! Out
upon's.uch love! I will nono of ii! Go, traitor
to love and honor! filu for thy tyrant. King
George, and be his slave as he is thy master."
With these spirited words, tho young girl en
tered tho house and closed the inner door, thus
shutting out all farther spetfeh with her unwor
thy and recreant loven The young volunteer
of loryism stood for a few moments looking both
mortified and angry, and happening to see the
ring at his feet, in the sudden and bitter feeling
of the moment; ho ground it into the earth wilh
his iron hoe!. .
"Yes, lot it and. her perish, .if they will. 1
am a fool to lovo a rebel's daughter, and a re
bel's sister!"
Thus speaking, he strode moodily to the elm
before the door, where his eapaiisoned horso
was standing, and vaulting into the saddle, spur
red at full, spefed away in the direction of the
British .army.
The following day, the country for miles
around the cottage was echoing with artillery
and ihe roar of musketry. Two conflicting ar
mies wereengaged in deadly contest, close at
hand, and in the scene of death and horror, An
nette had a father, a brother, and shall we
say it? a lover: for though her patriotic feel
ings made her cist him off, her affections still
retained his image iu her heart. On all sides,
columns were charging, engaging, retreating,
and the tide of battle now rolled this way and
that, and still came in the direction of the road
that led past the cottage.
' Annette was part of the time fearfully watch
ing the clouds of smoke that marked the pro
gress of the combatants, and part of the time
on her knees in prayer for those she loved
and was George Lee excluded from her peti
tions? Let each maiden's own heart answer.
Nearer and nearer come the sound of artil
lery, and the roar of the battle! She stood wilh
her aged mother and gathered neighbors, upon
the green beneath the elm, in painful expecta
tion. The smoke' of the battle field rolled on
ward, and now they could hear the shouts of
the soldiers in the fight. Their position com
manded a view of a mile along the Toad, and
soon they beheld stattered troops flying across
it, at its extremity, and disappearing in the
woods. Then came a squadron of horse, bro
ken and retreating; and then artillery drawn at
full gallop, came into the road. The American
flag flew from staffs-stuck on the gun carriagesj
and Annette knetf lhat her countrymen were
defeated. Louder and more fearful now grew
the uproar af battle beyond the wood, and regi
ment after regiment, broken and terrified, filled
the road and were retreating along it towards
Chester, and past the cottage. Annette's anxi
ety for her countrymen, and for her father and
brother, would not let her quit her post; and the
tide of battle came rolling past her a terrific
spectacle! The dragoons galloped by, each
horseman riding by himself, with his reins
thrown upon his saddle bow; then came the ar
tillery thundering along, followed bv a multitude
of soldiers without'order, flying at the lop of
thetr speed.
"Oh, shame, shame," she cried wilh hot tears
in her eyes; oh! that I were a man', ariuTin rre
saddle, methinks my single arm would retrieve
the day! Where is Washington? He certain
ly cannot" fly!"
As she spoke, she heard on her right, down
the road, a loud, commanding voice, calling
on the retreating men to rally! She turned and
beheld Washington himself, who, hearing df the
giving way of tho right wing, had come up at
the head of a regiment to sustain it. His voice
and presence now instilled new life into the
flying soldiery, and they soon rallied in the
road, and presented a front to the columns of
British lhat were pursuing. General riowCj
seeing this demonstration of resistance, and
knowing Washington to be there in person,
withdrew from pursuit, satisfied wilh having
routed the wing. ThewVmerican troops then
slowly retreated in good order towards a strong
position on the heights not far off.
Annette was delighted to see that among
those who fled were neither her father nor her
brother; but she was pained to discover among
the pursuers her own false lover, who, seeing
hert a distance, reined up his horso and turned
aside, hoping to escape her notice. When she
saw this, she resolved she would not only ban
ish him from her heart, but from her thoughts.
But the resolutions of a maiden in love, are
made only to be broken, especially when the
lover is the object of them.
It was about eight o'clock, the evening of the
battle, when Annette was seated in her door,
listening to every footstep, expecting her fa
ther and brother. It was a pleasant night, but
the time was .a sad one. She fancied the winds
wafted to her the 'moans of the dying and woun
ded, from tho woods and fields around where
the fight had been, and her heart was full of fore
bodings of evil to thoe so dear to her. All at
Onco-sho heard tho approach of horses' feet, and
starting up wilh solicitous expectation for she
knew neither her father nor brother were mount
edshe waited nervously the advance of the
horseman along the road. He came at a slow
pace, and as" ho drew nearer, she discovered by
the light of the moon that he was an officer, arid
lhat his horse was wounded. Instead of pas
sing the house towards the town, ho turned up
to the door and rode towards her. She was
too familiar with scenes of danger, and tho in
cidents of those warlike times to feel alarm,
and waited quietly his approach to the door
stone. "Good evening, maiden,' he said, with a
foreign accent; "I pray then givo me your hos
pitality a brief space I and my horse are ba'.h
wounded, and he will carry mo no furiher, I
fear." .
There was something in the gentle tones of
tho voice of the stranger, as well as in his no
ble figure and engaging address, that immedi
ately irucrested Anuetie in htm; and without
asking whether he were friend or foeman, she
inv'ued him to. alight and enter the dwelling.
With some difficulty he got to the ground, tor
his leg was stiff with his wound. Sh: assisted
him, and received his grateful thanks. Ho
then examined first his horse's wound, and wi'-h
her aid dressed it, and had him put inuvihe
shed and protected from the night air, with
plenty of hay. When this was doite,'he wont
with her into the house, and submitted his font
artd ancle, which had been shattered by a can
non shot, to the skill of the mother and daugh
ter. Annette then provided him with rtfn?aU
ments, and tried to make him as cimilbrtabdi a
possible, wilhout knowing whether Un wcck
one of her country's invaders or defender-; ltu
his foreign accent led her to suspect that U
was the former. But AnneUefwasfa Christian,
and she remembered and obeyed the injunction
of our Saviour "If ihine enemy hunger, foed
him ; if he thirst, give him drink."
The ensuing morning, the grateful stranger
was about lo leave. His horse was at the
door, much improved, as well as his master.
" My sweet maid," said the officer, " you
must lake gold, for 1 can repay thy hospiialir,
in no other way."
" Cease tofight against my country is all I
ask, sir," she said, warmly. '
The officer smiled and said, ' Tiavoyon,
thenj regarded me as a foe, and still dne all
this for me ?
" I have done my duty, sir."
" You arc a noble girl, arjd I am hnppy to
let you know you have not thrown your benev
olence away upon one undeserving of h. I
am an officer under'Washington."
The stranger then remounted his horse, and
was about taking leave of her, and Aueit
had it on her tongue lo ask him who be was,
when two men made their appearance before
the house wilh guns and knapsacks.
" Father and brother !" cried she.jny fully re
ceiving their embraces, as they hastened to
wards her. "What officer is this ? he saya he
is Under Washington."
The young man glanced at his face, which
had been turned from them, and answered with
pride and pleasure, "Do you not know him?
It is the young French General, Lafayette."
They then went towards him, and paid their
respects, informing him that there had been
fears he had been slain.
" No, no," he said, "my brave men. I h.ced-
coming to this house, was hospitably enteitairs
ed by the maiden, who mistook me for an En
glish officer, yet did nothing lack in her chan
ties. Yotr are honoured, Monsieur, in having
so generous a child."
Thus speaking, the young French soldier
made his adieus, and rode away.
After congratulating each other upon the7"
safety, the brother told her that theyhad oniy
come to see her a few hours, and were to r
turn to the army the same night. They toM
her lhat the column which had pursued thetr
wing along the road past the cottage, had a:
terwards' bceu met by General Kuyphausen,
and had been compelled lo give up much of thi
vantage ground it had gained, wilh the loss of
a great many men, slainand taken prisoner?.
Annette recollected that George was in tin-
division, and she would have asked for intelli
gences of him, but her pride kept her silent.
At length her brother and father yent into tho
house, and as she was following them, a young
man, who had been a rival of George Lee's,
rode up to the door, alighted, artd called in a
high tone of voice "to hec brother
"Ho! Reuben, did you hear the news? Geo-.
Lee was taken last night skulking in the camp,
and he is to be hung this afternoon as a spy!"
Annette heard, and came near falling to thn
ground. She, however, recoveied herself, an I
with a bursting heart hastened, without making
any outcry, to her own chamber. She-still
loved her tory lover, and now that he was like
ly to die, all her heart bled for him, and all her
love returned in its strength.
"He shall not die!" she said resolutely; ' I
will save Him."
Thar afternoon George Lee was brought ot
for execution in the rebel cam'p. JLafayeua
was in his tent, when Annette breaking through
the guards, threw herself at his feet, and im
plored his intercession for her lover's live. 1 1
recognized his hostess, and hastened with hr
to Washington. What he said to his chief ?
know not; but we do know George Lee wtf-
pardoned, and the next day was attached t
Lafayette's body guard. In tho subsequent
battles of the Revolutionary struggle, he, d.
tinguished himself by his valour and devoro
to thejAmorican cause, and at the close of tlnv
war was married to AnneUo whose patriotism
was rewarded by the. fulfilment of ihose hope-
of love which s.h,o hd, so nobly sacrificed in,
behalf of it.
"Wife, which way do you suppose the-wind
is, to-night?" , , ,
"Well, really, I'ddn't know;:John,5butu.g
pose you light a candlo, and look in our, straw:
bed." .
"How can I tell by that?'v
"Why, bless you, don't straws how vUi&
way the wind blows?" .
"Go to. sleep; you critter""
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