V Ala- Mr 0 fittii h it f tiff iss;! TUE WHOLE ART OP GOVERNMENT CONSISTS IN THE ART OF BEItO HONEST. JefferSOH. VOL 7. STROUDSBURG, MONROE COUNTY, PA., THURSDAY, AUGUST, 6 1846. No. 8 TERMS-TWO dollars per annum In aavance-Two dollars! id a quarter, half yearly and if not paid before the end of ie vejr, Two dollars and a half. Those who receive their an thi papers br a carrier or stage drivers employed ly the proprie tors, van oe cnargeu .w i-s cis. per year, eira. No papers discontinued until all arrearages are paid, except at the option of the Editors. ir7Ad wrtisements not exceeding one square (sixteen lines) will be inserted three weeks for one dollar: twenty-live cents for every subsequent insertion: largcrones in proportion. A Itoeral discount will be made to yearly advertisers IDAU letters addressed to the Editors must be post paid. JOB PRINTING. Having a general assortment of large, elegant, plain and orna mental Type, we arc prepared to execute every description of Cards, Circulars, Bill Heads, Rotes, Rlank Receipts, JUSTICES, LEGAL AND OTHER PAMPHLETS, &c. Printed with ncatnessand despatch, on reasonable tcims AT THE OFFICE OF THE Jcffcrsoniaii Republican. Honor to Labor. TKOM THE GERMAN' BY MARY HOWITT. Whoe'er the ponderous hammer wields Whoever compels the earth to flourish Or reaps the golden harvest. fields, A wifi and little ones to nourish; Whoevef guides the laden bark Or, where the mazy wheel are turning, Toils at'the loom till after dark, Food Tor his white-haired children earning To him be honor and renown ! Honor to handicraft and tillage! To every sweat-drop falling down In crowded mills or lonesome village ! All honor to the plodding swain Who holds the plow! Be 't too awarded To him who works wiih head and brain, And starves! Pass him not unregarded. Whether, in chambers close and small, 'Mid musiy tomes he Fancy smothers Or of ihe trade the boudaged thrall, He dramas writes, or songs for oiheis ; Or, whether be, for wretched pay, Translate the tra.h which he despises Or, learning's serf, puts day by day, Dunce corps through classic exercises; He also is a prey to care. To him't is said, "Starve thou or borrow !" Gray grows betimes his raven hair, And to the grave pursues him sorrow I With hard compulsion and with need, He, like the rest, must strive untiring ; And his young children's cry for bread Maims his free spirit's glad aspiring. Ah ! such a one to rne was known : With heavenward aim his course ascended; Yet, deep in dust and darkness prone, Care, sordid care, his life attend. An exile, and with bleeding breast, He groaned in his severest trial ; Want goaded him to long unrest, And scourged to bitterest self-denial. Thus, heart-sick, wrote he line on line, With hollow cheek and eye of sadness ; While hyacinth and leafy vine Where fluttering in the morning!s gladness. The throstle oung, aud nightingale, The scarin latk hymned joy uttending While thought's day-laborer, worn and pale, Over his weary book was bending. Yet, though his heart sent forth a cry, Still sxrore he for the great ideal; For this," aaid he, "is Poesy, And Human Lrfe this fierce ordeal!" And when his courage left him quite, One thought kept hope his heart alive in, " I have preserved my honor bright, And for my dear ouesr J am striving !" At length his spirit war subdued ! The power to combat and endeavor Was gone; and his heroic mood S t t r tt vanie otuy nuuiiy, UKe lever. The Musea' kins, sometimes, at night Would set Vis pulees wildly beating; And his high soul soared toward the light When night from morning was retreating'. He long has lain the turf beneath : The wild winds through the grass are sighing: No stone is there, no mourning wroath, To mark the spot where he is lying. Their faces swoll'n with weeping, forth His wife and children wentGod save them! Young paupers heirs to nought on earth. Save ihe pure name their father gave ihera ! t ajj j,onor lo the pjoddine SWain B That holds the plow Be 't too awarded To him who work with head and brain And stones! Pass him not unregarded ! To toil all honor and renown ! Honor to handicraft and tillage ! To every sweat-drop falling down In crowded mills and lonely village ! Four Jars of Gold. BY WASHINGTON IRVING. There was once upon a time a poor mason, or brick-layer, in Grenada, who kept all Saint's days and holydays, and Saint Monday into the bargain, and yet, with all his devotion, he grew poorer, and could scarcely earn bread for his numerous family. One night he was roused from his first sleep by a knocking at his door. He opened it, and beheld before him a tall, meagre, cadaverous-looking priest. ' Hark ye, honest friend !' said the stranger, 'I have observed that you are a good Christian, and one lo be trusted : will you undertake a job this verv night ?' 4 With all my heart, Senor Padre, on condi tion that I am paid accordingly.' 4 That you shall be ; but you must suffer your self to be blindfolded.' To this the mason made no objection; to, be ing hoodwinked, he was led by the priest thro' various lanes and winding passages, until they stopped before the portal of a house. The priest then applied a key, turned a creaking lock, and opened what sounded like a ponder ous door. They entered, the door was closed and bolted, and the mason was conducted thro' an echoing corridore and a spacious hall, to an interior part of the building. Here the bandage was taken from his eyes, and he found himself in a patio, or court, dimly lighted by a single lamp. In the centre was the dry basin of an old Moorish fountain, under which the priest requested him to form a small vault bricks and mortar being at hand for the purpose. He ac cordingly worked all night, but without finish ing the job. Just before day-break the priest put a piece of gold into his hand, and having again blindfolded him, conducted him again to his dwelling. 4 Are you willing,' said he, 4 to return and complete your work ?' 4 Gladly, Senor Padre provided I am so well paid.' 4 Well, then, to-morrow, at midnight, I will call again.' He did so and ihe vault was completed. 4 Now,' said the priest, 4 you must help me to bring forth the bodies thai are to be buried in the rault.' The poor mason's hair stood on his head at these words : he followed the priest with trem bling steps into a retired chamber of the man sion, expecting to behold some ghostly specta cle of death, but was relieved on perceiving three or four portly jars standing in one corner. They were evidently full of money, and it was with great labor that he and the priest carried them forth and consigned them to their lomb. The vault was then closed, the pavement re placed and all traces of the work obliterated. The mason was again hoodwinked, and led forth by a route different from that which he had come. After they had wandered for a long time through a perplexed maze of lanes and al leys, they halted. The priest then put two pieces of gold into his hand 4 Wait here,' said h, 4 until you hear the cathedral bell loll for matins. If you presume to uncover your eyes before that time, ovil will befall you ;' to saying he departed. The mason waitd faithfully, amusing him self by weighing the gold pieces in his hand, and clinking them against each other. The moment the cathedral bell rang its matin peal, he uncovered his eyes, and found himself on the bauks of the Zenil, from whence he made tbo best of his way home, and revelled with his family for a whole fortnight on the two nights' work ; after which he was as poor as ever. He continued to work a little and pray a good deal, and keep Sainis' days and holidays, from year to year, while his family grew up as gaum and ragged as a crew of gypsies. As he was seated one evening at the door of his hovel, he was accosted by a rich old curmudgeon, who was noted for owning many houses, and being a griping landlord. The man of moitpy ryrd him for a moment from beneath a pair of anx ious shagged eyebrows. 4 1 am told, friend, that you are very poor.' 'There is no denying the fact, Senor; ii speaks for itself.' 4 1 presume you will be glad of a job; and work cheap.' 4 As cheap; my master, as any masori in Grenada.' 1 Thai's what I want. I have an old house fallen into decay, that costs me more monev than it is worth til keep ii in repair, for nobody will live in it; so I must contrive to patch u up at as small an expense as possible.' The mason was accordihglyconducted to a large deserted house that seemed going to ruin. Passing through several empty halls and cham bers, he entered an inner couri, where his eye was caught by an old Moorish fountain. He paused for a moment, for a dreaming recollection of the place very distinctly camo over him. 4 Pray,' said he, 4 who occupied this house formerly V 4 A pest upon him !' cried the landlord, 4 it was an old miserly priest, who cared for no body but himself. He was said to be immense ly rich, and, having no relations, it was thought he would leave all his treasures to the church. He died suddenly and the priests and friars thronged to take possession of his wealth, but nothing could they find but a few ducats in a leathern purse. The worst luck has fallen to me, for since his deaih, the old fellow continues to occupy the house without paying rent, and there's no taking the law of a dead man. The people pretend to hear the clinking of gold all night in the chamber where the old priest slept, as if he were counting over the money, and sometimes groaning and moaning about the court. Whether irue or false, these stories have brought a bad name on my house, and not a tenant will remain in it.' Enough,' said the mason sturdily, let me live in your house, rent-free, until some better tenant present himself, and I will put it in re pair, and quiet the troubled spirit that disturbs it. I am a good Christian and a poor man, and I am not to be daunted by the devil himself, even though he should come in ihe shape of a big bag of money !' The offer of the honest mason was accepted: he moved with his family into the house and fulfilled all his engagements. By Iitilo and lit tle he restored it to its former state : the clank ing of gold was no more heard at night in the chamber of the defunct priest, but began to bo heard by day in the pocket of the living mason. In a word, he increased rapidly in wealth, to the admiration of all his neighbors, and became one of the richest men in Grenada. He ave a large sum to the church, by way, no doubt, of satisfying his conscience, and never revealed the secret of the vault until on his deaih-bed lo his son and heir. An Umbrella Story. The Yankee Blade tells us that the following spicy article was written some years ago, by Corporal Streeier. A French gentleman was so much pleased with its originality and wit, that he translated it into the French language, and forwarded it lo several journals in Paris and Bordeaux, through whose columns it has come back to its own native country: Tbat Umbrella Scene in a Sanctum. Well, it became our solemn duty a day or two since, to announce to the world that an umbrella was in our charge, awaiting the own er's attention. We grieve lo say, that while we were proud to be an instrument of virtuous reform, yet it was a season of sore persecution, and also of tribulation. 44 Misthur Editor, at' ye've got an ould um brelly of mine, I understand." 44 What sort is it ?" " Wal, to be sure, for the matter iv that, it's not much any how it's just catthen, a bit brown about the edges, and a durthy sort iv white on the top, just where it faded, shure, and there's a hole or two, maybe, about as big as me hat; and one iv the things kaled bones, which is iv wood, is broke, and the same token it was by hitlin' Mrs. Dennis over the head till bring her till reason, and " 44 Never"mind, dear sir, it is not vour umbrel la, for it is silk and new." " Silk, hey ? wal, now. lot uio see it if ye plase, for may be " 44 Can't stop, sir, if yours is cotton, then ," (Enter Devil.) 44 Waiting for copy, air." 44 Well, wait then, here is a " 44 An' ye'll not show me the umbreller ?" 44 Can't stop, sir ; got copy to wr " 11 Is this the editor's shop 1" 44 Yes, madam, walk in. Ephraim hand the lady a chair ; be seated, madam." Lady sits a le'j of ihe chair gives way, and down comes the lady wiih a tremendous crash and shriek all hands rush in to rescue her; and after a thousand explanations and apologies, she is accommodated with a seat on iho dead paper barrel. 44 1 am sorry to disturb you, sir, but my son lost his umbrella, and as 1 paid a high price for it lo lake to Havana, where he is going as su percargo to a sloop on account of his health, which is very poor, as his aunt Maria says he may be " Devil" Copy, sir." 44 Clear out !" 44 1 don't wish to disturb you; sir, but I under stand " 44 Is this the office of the Star?" 44 Yes, sir." 44 1 see that you have an " 44 Where's ihe editor? ah, good morning, I hope that the umbrella you mentioned this morning is ihe one I " 44 Dunder, rot a crowt! Val, now mynheer, ash you got mine ombrel " 44 Gracious me, can't I get in here? 1 want to see the editor. Where is he? eh, that him?" 44 Looks more like a friahtened owl than an editor. But I want to see the Umbrella that is - ii 44 Eh, bien ! begare I shall get to dis vol you call von ombrella, nevare ! Monsieur I shall tell you two or tree word, de ombrella I shall lose " 44 All hands waiting for copy, sir." " Good people have patience. If you will just range yourselves against the Wall, two deep, while we get a little copy for " 44 Good morning, Mr. Star; I see you prob- ably have mjr umbrella ; just Ihe description : lost it last " You advertise an umbrel mine was black silk with " I should be glad " 14 Stand back, here are four ladies who want to come, in, and seven boysj all to see that urn brel " 44 Has it any ivory to ?" 41 Can't you just hold it up V 44 Oh dear, don't push on." 44 Open the door if you pi " " Copy, sir.' 44 Who picked my pocket ?" " Silence." 44 Where's the edi ?" 44 Bow-wow-wow ! ki-i-yi-Dye!' 44 Kill that dog." 44 What a scrouging time." 44 Mn Editor, do " 44 Ladies and gentlemen, silence! do! silence! silence ! silence ! keep silence ! There, now, if you will just be slill a moment we will get the umbrella and hold it up where you can see it, aud if the owner is here, he or she can take it. Ephraim, reach it here ; stand back, gen tlemen ; be quiet, now." 44 There now, there it " (about forly voices.) 44 That's mine ; yes, that's it." In rushed the crowd, the editor knocked over his coat torn, one boot (patched) stolen off, the umbrella ripped into fifty pieces, the ladies were roughly handled, and shrieked vociferously, and horrible confusion reigned supreme, until aid came to clear the office. The devil has not been seen since, and on hearing a stifled grunt in the corner, we stepped there and found Ephraim had captured the Dutchman in the melee, and was industriously at work in a corner, choking him. 14 Uh ! donder and blixen ! where ish dat ombrella ?" After this, people will please bring no more umbrellas here. We highly approve of the change in moral sentiment upon the subject of umbrellas, but deliver us from ever again hav ing a found umbrella in our sanctum. J' wa madness in the first place. 14 Bring us no more umbrellas!" A'MCMTF-ing. A cat serenade al midnight, wiih a raging tooih-acho to match. - - From the New York Tribune July 30th. Polking Fun at Pennsylvania. Mr. Cameron bf Pa. having Miliiriiifed lo the Senate on Thursday strong remonstrances a gainst McKay's Tariff bill from Counties which unitedly gave a majority of 1 4.GG5 for P..lk, and moved their printing, Mr. Sevier of Arkan sas opposed l he motion', denounced 4putiiC-iua king,' and continued 4i These petitions are a mere joke a son of funeral diig'e of these manufacturers- these pensioners at the taking away of the homny we have allowed them for n few years past. ll was all a joke, and the Senator from Penn sylvania cuuld nbl but smile when he presumed them. Was there a man who could read, and who did read for ihe last iwentv .years, who did not know that James K. Polk, was a free trade man? Not one and Pennsylvania, to-morrow, noiwiihstauding all these petitions and all litis fuss about the Tariff, would vote th Dernoera: ic ticket again. She never would vote for h Whig party under any circumstances. Now this, joke of the panic-makers hud been borne with, a great deal of good humor on hi side of ihe chamber, aiid he hoped it would not he car ried farther, but that they would allow thu morning hour for other business and then ihey might take from one o'clock until the adjourn-? men i to speak about the Tarilf to their heart' content. 44 Mr. Cameron replied that he always 5iniled. when his friend from Arkansas had any thing to say, his wit was so irresistible." A very jocular business this seems lo be, but not exactly so to the pensioners,' the 'panic- i makers' Pennsylvanians. It is the old case of ; ,t, ir. ,n,i r,nft ...i1iVi. ,k n,.r. .n V 41 Vs UtIU 41-' ItVVf IIUIW MIW Wj'Vl I T Ul on oiie side. A 4funeral dirge' for the Penti sylrauians, but a love of a joke for the facetious, gent, from Rackansaw. He monopolizes alL ihe fun of it to himself, but consoles his breth ren with "the assurance that they always knew Polk ii'ds a Free Trade man, and thai they too were joking when they said he was'nt, and that ihey would gladly cut the practical joke of vo ting for Polk again, or his lineal successor, m j ,he vcry fir8t opportunity. What a mery old ! cojger ; What a jocular State, notwithstand- iug her momentary fit of the blues ! She ought in gratitude lo erect a statute lo MirOu, sur mounted with a head of Senator Sevier grin ning from ear to ear. Nothing like a merry jest when things look hopelessly'solemn. Gal- lows witticisms, for instance, have long beea abundant in the archives of Mr. Jos: Miller. But we happen to have before vn the Har risburg 'Democratic Union,' ihe Loco-Foco State organ in Pennsylvania, of ihe date of June 5th,. just after Polk and Dallas were nominated, and when ihe dull dunderheads of the Iron Stale were not at all up to the joke which so amuses the Arkansaw jester. This paper bears tho names of Polk, Dallas and Muhlenberg at it mast-head, and in a prominent Editorial cracks, on as follows ; Col. Polk and the Tariff a vile. Whig. Falsehood. We perceive lhat the Hsrrisburg: Intelligencor, with the mendacity so eminently the characteristic of the coon papers, denoun ces Col. Polk in advance as 44 an open and avowed Free Trade Theorist." The authority for this gratuitous assertion is, of course, not furnished by the Intelligencer, as it is the poli cy of the Whig press to deal in habitual mis representatiou both of ihe men and measures of the Democratic party. Now we happen to know and state upon the authority of a Tenncstctan with whom we conversed at Baltimorea near neighbor of Cel. PoA-THAT HE HOLDS THE DOCTRINE of Free-Trade in un qualified abhorrence. HE NEVER HAS ADVOCATED IT, AND NEVER WILL. He is is in favor of a judicious revenue Tariff, affording the amplest incidental PROTEC TION TO AMERICAN INDUSTRY. He IS THB ESPECIAL FRIEND AND ADVOCATE OF the COAL AND IRON INTEREST, those two great objects of solicitude with Pennsylva nians, and believing PERMANENCE in our IawB to be of incalulable value, IS OPPOSED TO THE DISTURBANCE OF THE EX ISTING TARIFF. These fads we staio upon the very best authority, and caution the Democracy of this great Stale against listening to the misrepresentations of the coons. The truth is, the strong names of Polk and Dallas have struck our enemies wiih such deep con sternation as lo make them desperate in feel ing and unscrupulous in the use of means. There was once a poor loafer on trial on a charge of stealing a pair of boots of which ha stood, greatly in need, who, when asked what he had to say for himself, rrplied that he took
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