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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:-
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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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