A The whole art of Government consists in the art of being honest. Jefferson. VOL 8. STRO UDSBURG, MONROE COUNTY, PA., THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 4, 1847, No: 18:- published y Theodore Scliocli. TERMS Two dollarscr annum m advnncc Two dollars nn l quarter, half yearlj and if not paid before the end" of the rear, Two dollars and, a half. Those who receive their papets by a carrier or stage drivers employed by the proprie tor, will be charged 37 1-2 ents, per year, extra. No papers discontinued uuil all arrearages are paid, except at the option of the Editor. ID Advertisements not exceeding one square (sirteen lines) will be inserted three weeks for one dollar: twenty-five cents for every subsequent insertion larger ones in proportion. A liberal discount will be made to yearly advertis-ers. 10All letters addressed to the Editor must be post-paid. JOB PRINTING. Having a general assortment of large, elegant, plain and orna mental Type, we are prepared to execute every description of Cards, Circulars, Bill Heads, Notes, Blank Receipts, JUSTICES, LEGAL AND OTHER BLANKS, PAMPHLETS, &c. Trintcd with neatness and despatch, on reasonable terms, AT THE OFFICE OF THE Jcffcrsoniaii Republican. Beautiful Extract. Oh if there is one law above the rest "Written in wisdom if there is a word That 1 would trace as with a pen of fire Upon the unsullied temper of a child f there is any thing that keeps the mind Open to angel risits-, and repels The ministry of ill His human love ! God has made nothing worthy of contempt; The smallest pebble in the well of truth Has its peculiar meanings, and will stand When man's best monuments wear fast away. The law of Heaven is love and though its name Has been usurped by Passion, and profanM To its unholy uses through all time, Still the eternal principle is pure ; And n these deep affections that we feel ' ' Omnipotent within us, can we see The lavish measure in which love is giv'n : And in the yearning tenderness of a child, . , For every bird that sings above its head, And every creature feeding on the hills, And every tree and flower and running brook, We see how every thing was made to love, And how they err who, in a world like this, Find any thing to hale but human pride. A Name in the Sand. BV MISS H. F. GOULD. Alone 1 walked the Ocean strand, A pearly shell was in my hand, 1 stooped and wrote upon the sand My name the year the day. As onward from the spot I passed, One lingering look I fondly cast; A wave came rolling high and fast. And washed my lines away. r t And so, me thought, 'twill shortly be With every mark on Earth from me ! A wave of dark oblivion's sea Will sweep across the place Where I have tried the sandy shore Of time; and been to be no more ; Of me my day the name I- bore. To leave no track or trace. ' Ami yet with him who counts the sands, And holds the waters in his hands, ' ' " I know a lasting record stands, Inscribed against my name, Of till this mortal part hath wrought Of all thls lhinking soul hath Thought, And from these fleeting moment caught- jt For glory or for shame. Slander. The man who condescends to dip his tongue -into the .black and bluer pool of slander and will so prostitute the soul, which his maker gave htm, as to make or propagate the tales of mal ice, deserves to be linked for .life with a cross eyed, cross-grained, cross-tempered, lath-figured, big-footed, raw-boned, snub-nosed, red--Jmired, big-fisted virago : and the woman who is guilty of the same offence, deserves to be married to a decayed dose of human Ipecac. Mechanics. They are the palace builders of the world : not a 6ilck is hewn, not a stone shaped, in all the lordly dwellings tf the rich, that does not owe its 'beauty and fitness to the mechanic's skill; the towering spires that raise their giddy heights- among the clouds, depend upon the mechanic's art for thefr streirgth and symmetry. No! an edifice for devotion forbusiiiess, or com fon, but bear he impress of their handiwork. How exaUed is their . calling; Jtfow.bublime is their vocation! Who dares Id Sler at such a fraternity of honorable men who.darea to. cast odium tipon such a patriotic race? Their path is 'one of true "glory, and it i their own fault if. It does ;iot 'JptulftJjCfT) j!p 'H highest postjctT, honor and renown, cr From thc.Doston Chronotype PARSON ANDERSON AND HIS SON, Or Preach isig against Practice. It was a clear, frosty Thanksgiving day. The clock upon a certain village church tolled for the hour of eleven, as the Rev Jacob An derson glanced in a pocket mirror to assure himself that his person and faoe were in a prayerful trim slowly elevated his portly fig ure from behind the crimson velvet hangings of a high and somewhat antique pulpit took one solemn and deliberate view of the thinly scattered congregation drew up his long sharp featuras to a still greater length raised his eyes imploringly to Heaven spread out his ihin, soft, white hands, as if to embrace in the arms of his paternal love the few repfesenta ties of his numerous fold--and in a deep and thrilling tone, uttered the words, ' Lei us prajJ With a simultaneous movement, the congre gation arose and bent their heads reverently to unite with their pastor in that prayer which immediately precedes the sermon ; a prayer in which it was supposed he would exert the ut most power of his eloquence in his fervent pleading with the Almighty. parson Anderson commenced: his deep bass voice resounded through his almost vacant church like the subdued tones of distant thun der. In long accustomed and well measured terms, he described the high and holy object of their adoration expressed the most unbounded gratitude for the privilege of again offering up their hearts' sincere devotions imploring the Divine blessing of Christians throughout the world, but especially upon his own flock in voked wisdom and strength for the rulers of 4 our beloved and high-enlightened land' de sired that the gospel news of salvation might be spread among the ' slaves of this free and nokle country' and most earnestly besought the Lord to visit with mercy and retributive justice the haunts of poverty, degradation and vice, with which our cities abound. Here the Reverend gentleman paused from pure necessity ; his voice in the excitement of the hour had forgotten its solemn and legitimate bass, and, ascending step by step as if, during the prayer, the Almighty ear had receded far ther and farther from the mouth of the pleader he had at length terminated a beautifully rounded sentence in a sharp shrill scream.---Here, as we remarked, he paused, inhaled one long full breath, and with a cambric of spotless purity removed the perspiration from his wrink led brow. And he proceeded : We bless thy name, O Loid, that amid the numerous bounties of thy Providence, wc are not forgotten ; upon tjhis day, especially, open our, hearts to feel for the sufferings of the poor, the sick and the forsaken ; incline us -to seek them in their own bouses, to relieve their dis tress, to console the mourner, to clothe the na ked, to feed the hungry, to smile upon the ob jccts'of"ihy compassion, 0 Lord, and to share equally with them the luxuries which this day af fords.1 At this period of the service, a bonnet in the front pew was slightly elevated, and a pair of black eyes peeped cautiously round to the words emphatically pronounced. These eyes be longed to the Parson's honored lady, who was noted far and wide for the peculiar and far reaching shrewdness with which she contrived to eke the two ends of her husband's moderate salary- . As usual on Thanksgiving day, only a sim pie and ordinary dinner had been prepared, the fires extinguished, and the good lady with her son and daughter had followed the devout preacher to the church at an early hour. While inhaling spiritual food so abundantly, she nevertheless reserved a thought for the more worldly luxuries with which she had reason to know their wealthy parishioners were supplied,, and of which experience had taught her to anticipate an ample share : it was therefore a very natural thing that a pleas am, though somewhat sanctified smile, should creep over her round dimpled face, as she met a. few glances quickly thrown from surrounding eyes assurances that she was not doomed to disappointment. Among this bowed and worshipful congrega tion, one alone a young man of 20, the only son oi ine rve. jaiuu. ahucisuu oiuuu erect, his arms racullyjolded across h i of the Rev. Jacob, Anderson stood proudly IS broad chest, his glossy black rjair,-slightly curl ing brushed carefully back from his noble brow and his large eyes full of sparkling brilliancy, bent carelesbly oft his father's face. His fall ing collar was knotted with a band of dark silk, his frock coat fitted his elegant figure with an easy grace, and his boots were of that de.greo of polish that indicated self-reaped rather than extreme anxiety for the worlds opinion. Laurens Anderson had been for years a way ward and ungodly son of his rigidly pious fath er, and the narrow' compass of whose study would have borne witness to many acts of dis cipline, both temporal and spiritual designed to guide his unsteady feet into the narrow and well beaten track of orthodoxy, fiut as yet all these efforts had proved unsuccessful, and Laurens had reached the ago and slature of manhood, almost purely a child of nature. Thoughtful, sagacious, independent of creeds, careless whom he pleased or displeased but noble, oenerous and affectionate he loved to trace out what he considered to be the numer ous inconsistencies between his father's creed and life his professions in public and his do mestic short-comings. It was a fruitful source of agony to the Reverend gentleman to be thus commented on to his fade bat neither brine force nor persuasive eloquence had accom plished an iota in checking this leading charac teristic of his son, and reprehensible as it might have been in the latter, it was nevertheless fre quently effective of good resulis. At the close of the long and eloquent petition, a peculiar expression curled the features of the young man, ana ne sai oown wuu a ude that indicated some new and sudden resolve. At length the congregation dispersed to their various nomes, auu buuu mo tames u x atom. Anderson began to groan beneath the rich pres ents poured in from every quarter. The Di vine was in his study, Mrs. Anderson busy with the kitchen maid, her daughter entertaining a guest in the parlor and it fell to the lot of Lau rens to receive and arrange these-gifts. With out any hesitation he threw open the door of a large cupboard, tumbled its contents into the smallest possible space, and with a sharp knife quickly severed each article brought, as near the centre as possible, placing one hall in the cup board and the other at the disposal of his moth er when the proper time should arrive. No sooner had these presents ceased to flow in, than Laurens rilled an immense basket to overflowing, with his reserved halves, and set forth on his benevolent errand. Many: a lone and sorrowful heart, many a deserted. and de graded outcast, was that day cheered by a mor sel from his basket, as with unwearied patience he plunged into the dark alleys, nooks and cor ners, where lived those sons and daughters of poverty. Blessings, sincere and soul-begotten blessings, were profusely showered upon his head, and his dark lustrous eyes beamed with inward joy, as he turned his steps homeward, where the annual dinner was wailing his return Mrs. Anderson said the parson, as with sol emn dignity he raised the cover,"' what is this?' Half a turkey ! Is it possible that my prayer and sermon to-day have been less acceptable than formerly, and that half the usual gifts is retained 1 Explain it, Mrs. Anderson, if you can. 4 It is equally a mystery to me,' replied the rHsnnnninip.d and somewhat anerv lady. ' Be ing quite busy, I deputized Laurens to receive the gifts and thank our friends." He went out immediately after sending me word that all had arrived ; you may judge of my surprise to find every thing in halves - 'Everything!' echoed' the Divine, hastily rising from his seat and catching off the various covers and napkins. A quiet and intelligent smile sat upon the features of the son ; and when the disconcerted father had resumed his arm chair at the fool of the table, Laurens slowly clasped his hands, slightly raised his handsome face, and with a subdued emphasis repeated the words of the morning prayer: 1 Incline us to seek them in their homes to jeed the hungry and to equally share with them the, luxuries which this day af fords.1 '1 do not often pray as you understand it,' continued the reprobate son, but I sometimes assist in procuring answers to the prayers I hear. Ybu, sir, oelieve id'ffie prayers of the mouth it may be in the heart ; I believe in that only which is followed by immediate and corresponding action You have prayed (at the hungry 1 have Jed them. The parson felt 'the justice of the act, tnd smothering his vexation beneath a look of ex treme gravity, 'replied : The poor minister is one to whom it is commanded to give.' But the servant of the Lord ceases to merit suph gifts when his table is ladened with silver and china,' pursued the incorrigible aon bes towing a deliberate glartco Upon the well ap pointed dinner set. ' Say no more, I beseech of you, sir ; you will continue to pray, and so often as it lies within my power, your prayers hall be suitably answered. A slice of that tuikey, sir, if you please j my walk has given me a sharp appetite.' With a fierce scowl the father seized the carving knife, while the scheming Mrs Ander son bit her lips and bent her eyes upon her son, with a look which plainly said, What was the use of giving away those nice thiflgsf V But the domestic clouds at last disappeared beneath the cheering influences of a dinner of Thanksgiving, and the conversation turned upon a select party, which they were to receive that evening, and which for the first;tim6 was' per mitted to displace the accustomed meeting for prayer and exhortations Shortly after diniierJhe rooms were properly lighted, the evening refreshments in order, fresh fuel heaped upon the glowing coals, and Mrs. Anderson's smiling face was every where visi ble, while the parson occupied his arm chair in stately dignity, secretly enjoying the scene far more than he thought proper to allow. Laurens had not been seen since his hasty departure from the dinner table but his absence excited no surprisSi The scene- was becoming itiote brilliant. From respect to their minister, boisterous mirth was restrained but there was a refined and subtle gayety among the elegant and wealthy parishioners, who alone composed the party, that rendered it sufficiently attractive to all. Where is your son V enquired a lady of the parson; 1 1 hope you will not deprive us of his society the whole evening.' I cannot answer for him, madam, replied the spiritual guide 1 his waywardness will break my hearth At this moment the clergyman's daughter eh tered and whispered something in his ear, which caused an angry flush to overspread his sharp, pale features, and without delay he hast ened from the roorni Arriving at the kitchen, he was surprised, and for a moment dismayed, (o find that Lau rens had returned with somewhat more than a dozen persons, who, moving in the humbler walks of life, had been considered unworthy of invitations to the ministerial party. My friends, my dear friends, sir,' exclaimed the young man without giving his father an op portunity of speaking ; let me introduce them and quickly presenting each by name, they nrnved to be without exception, members of i . that society which ho was wont so fondly to term his flock. I have been gathering the lambs, the long neglected lambs, of your fold, sir,' continued the son, ' and I have brought them here, that for once they may feast upon the good things of this life and be merry. The parson was , desperate the lady was beside herself. To admit these persons among their aristocratic guests was not to be thought of, and yot the character of a 'good shepherd' must be sustained. My son,' gravely commenced the latter, drawing him one side, 4 It will never do to in troduce these people among our visitors they would consider ji a personal insult. Still, as I recognize them as my hearers, I have no wish to treat them rudely. Give them a supper in the kitchen, and dismiss them, I pray you 1 command you,' he added with a flashing eye, as he read the refusal on Laurens' ingenious countenance. No entreaties, no commands will be of any avail to alter my plan,' replied the son firmly. 4 Come my friends he added, suddenly and, smilingly appearing b'efo're them, 'we will now enter the parlor. Do' not be disconcerted-'-de-nend upon me to make you friends.' Pree ently Laurens Anderson entered "ihe- brilliantly lighted rooms with a blooming girF on each arm one the daughter of a washer-" woman, rho officiated in the families of most of iho persons presentthe other a young. mil liner's apprentice, delicare and beautiful as ih silks and flowers which she daily wove ifiii such exquisite forms. With elegant and eay condescension, Laurens presented his friend to his father's guests, and despite the freezing coldness, the distant and dignified bows,- t he- smothered sneers, the half-uttered ridicuhvht continued to introduce his little paftjr, and in half an hour they were merrily engaged in. games which attracted the attention of all prea?. entj Deeply mortified at so unwarrantable a pr0- ceediug, the parson had seized an opportunity to withdraw to his study a few moments, to gam that tranquility of Hlind which had twice that day been disturbed. Instantly taking advant age of hia absence, Laurens gathered his friends into a back parlor, closed the folding doors, led his sister to the piano, and with a few who erin sented to join ihem, were sOon whirling the ma2es of a merry dance. Gradually the voices in the front, parlor were more subdued, till silence 'reigned supreme -J little by little the folding doors unclosed, with, anxious sympathizing faces peeping through the; aperture; then suddenly they flew open, and in rushed a multitude to join the revellers, leaving those Only who were prohibited from dancing by church membership 'Ali,- this is real enjoyment!' exclaimed Lau rens; an after exhorting his sister to play with spirit and Without fear of consequences, ha seized the hand of the milliner and led off tha dance. The unwonted, noise at last fell upon the ear of Parson Anderson and completely overthrew all his attempts at equanimity of spirit. Start ing suddenly from his easy chair, he descend ed the stairs With hasty and ministerial steps, and passing unceremoniously the group of wonder-struck spectators, presented his solemn phiz among the wild dancers. With an imperioua gesture, he commanded his daughter to ceasn playing, and in an instant all stood silent ami awe-struck before him Laurens the brave,, but unchristian Laurens alone confronted Iha rage of the pious parson. 'Only a little harmless sport, sir,' said he, a carelessly as if no angry eye rested upon irt. 4The Bible4 you know, gives us time for dan-' cing as well as praying. Come, sir, be so good! as to join us it will cheer you. Go on, Ma ry, go ortj he added, with a meaning glance of filis black eye, 'and if father chooses to join of we will make room for him: I dare say he can find a partner among the elderly ladies. Go on, Mary;' and in the twinkling of an eye the parsonage again 'shook beneath the tread of merry feet Parson Anderson twice essayed to speak, bat his voice was drowned in the wild bursts of merriment, and turning away, he said, jn a mel ancholy tone of Voice, to those around him, 'That boy will surely bring my gray hairs in sorrow to the grave.' A Wheeling Article. Going to dinner the other day, we saw a lit tle codger about two years old, sitting Tna wheel barrow and trying to wheel himself. struck, us that many people in this world are often caught in the same act, and we shall al ways think hereafter, when we see. a business man trusting everything to his clerks, and con tinually seeking his own amusement; always absent from his counting house, and yet expect ing to get along; he's sitting in a wheel barrow and tryirig to wheel himself When you see a professional man better. ac quainted with every thing else than his profes sion, always starling some now scheme and never attending to his calling, his wardrobe and credit will soon designate him as sitting in a wheel barrow and trying to wheel himself When we see a farmer with an over abund ance of " hired help," trusting every thing to their management; his fences down, implement's out of repair, and land suffering for want1 of proper tilling; too proud or too lazy to take off coat and go to work, he's sitting in a whe&l bar row and trying to wheel himself When we see a man busily engaged in cir culating scandal concerning his neighbor, w infer "hat he is pretty deep in the mud himself, and is sitting in a wheel barrow and trying to 'wheel himself out: ... .
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