Carlisle herald. (Carlisle, Pa.) 1845-1881, February 07, 1855, Image 2

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And I said 010 will give me wings like a dove, and I
will give you test.---Pswas.
The psalmist sadly swept the strings,
And sighed his spirit's anxinds prayer,
To have the wild dace's quir•ring; wings,
And breathe a calmer, purer ale—
When boyhood's dream of glory's fled,
And all our hopes have passed away,
And friendships joys are with the dead;
Who will not hall the welcome day 7
When time has chilled affection's
And damped the noble fire of youth, •
Each pulse is beating sad and slow,
And doubts encompass trVry truth,
Who would hot friaii"lids inmost soul,
The psalmist's lirayer breathe o'er twain,
And cleave the clouds that round us roll,
Amid the grief and cares of men?
When by ( I t friend's sad corpse we stand,
And think tho soul that warmed this clay
Has sought the pilgrim's promised land,
The mansions of eternal dny ; "
Who would not wid), to break the tie
That binds the unwilling soul to earth
And mount reinieing , to the sky,
.Extapc in another birth ?
61y. earitrra
The following extracts from letters by va
ziotts_edicers and privates in the British army
embody accounts at once fearful atia
of the hardships of the war:
Private Fitzpatria, of the 88th Regiment
writes to his wife on the 28th of November:
" You may tell Mrs. Kelley that devil a
wound Kelley has got yet. I am happy to
hear that mother is still alive, and that she
and my sisters are in good health, lam
glad to hear that you sent, my mother sixteen
shillings, and that my little innocent children
still pray for my . safe return. I still put my
trust in God; for lie is the only one -who can
save me. , Hardships are wearing down the
men till they look so bad you could not tell
who any one is, with his poor long hungri
looking face. We cannot get time enough
to wash our faces or our linen, and we are
covered with vermin and dirt. If We are
left here for the winter we shall all die. The
winter clothing is in harbor, they say. The
Russians are tine•soldiers, and well Oohed
for the winter. There is nothing to be got
in this place but a small piece of pork• and
biscuit; but live or die, this is the place that
is trying up the men."
Private Wood, of the 41st Regiment,
writes to his grandfather on the . 29th of No-
"So we made great havoc of them ; the
Russians made a sortie in column ; but they
were all drunk, and they all ran on us like
madmen, but they were soon made to retire.
When we started firing, I could not get my
piece to go. I tried it three times to go
before I con?d deliver the shot, and was sit
ting under a rock priming it, when some of
the Russian' sharpers saw me, and fired on
me, and one shot took a piece of stone off
the rock not a foot from me. As soon as I
got my piece to go, I fired at then below,
and killed two of them and wounded one.—
I charged again and fixed my bayonet and
run the other two and shot one of them, and
run the other through the heart; but when
I looked round there was not one of our men
in sight, and the Russians were coming up
the bill, and I had to run, and some of the
Russians after me, and the shots fired after
me took a piece of the butt of my firelock
and broke the bayonet into three pieces.—
When I got to my own regiment the Rus
sians were beaten back a second time, and
they retired into the city, and they have not
been out since. If it was not for grog we
should starve, for it is very cold. We have
only one blanket., a man. We shall have
another hard day of it when we storm the
city, but I hope to the Lord I shall live to
see,you all again."
Serjeant Nunnerley writes on the 26th of
November to his relatives at Warrington -
, "Ireceived yours on the 20th _November.
Never fear. I shall do my best both in ac
tion and in other Points to be a brave Nun , -
nerley. I had almost forgotten to mention
aunt Gill. Tell her she cannot cut cucum.
ten down like we have done the Russians.
Good night; and God protect us all.
A private of the 97th writes to his' sister
at Iliarringtun,,nu the 16th ult.
_ .
?rtEaSl night was on guard just under
Alm nose of the enemy, nd within a hundred
yards of their guns. They. are, however,
afraid of us, and only show themselves, as
Paddy would say, on a dark night. Ont
they must come ; and we're the boys to fetch
'eta. The next go we mean to blow the
Russians o ff the face of the earth ; or never
-Irmo return to England. We are are always
Iday and night i 'up to our knees in mud,fight
ing „,,,;•,7, ; - 1r less every day s yet, with this,
we are in good Spirit's, and; ready for . , 4ii:i;
thing. 'Thousand§ of fine fellows now look
like .half-stared beggars, and their horses
are not able to carry them ; but we will
either beat 'Old Nick,' or dio on the field.---
'Nothing like keeping your spirits up. It is
good fun, in the' morning, to see the fellows
making their fires, and perhaps, as soon as
they get them to burn, a visitor, in the shape
of a cannon ball, walks in, uninvite s d, of
course, and knocks all overboard. We'°w
ere'', 'try again,' and take the chance of le
ceeding ;as for a cannon ball killing,.us, ve
lb ,
never think of such a thing. The enemy is
on the mountain, and I must go to kill.or be
killed. pear Anne, give my love to uncle
and aunt, and tell them how I am situated ;
but don't fret about me.- Give little Anne a
kiss for Inc ; all the way from Russia. Feel
assured that I shall do my best to fight for
` England, home and htut"
' Private Watts, of th Grenadier Guards,
writes on the 25th November, to his brother:
At Inkermann each man fired about 180
shots, besides the execution we did with the
butwnd laf our muskets and the bayonet
thrust. The atrocities committed by "the
Russians are indescribable; when our poor
fellows lay wounded on the ground, thesa
savages were observed stabbing them in all
directions ; but, Tom, right well did we• pay
them for it, for,- when this was seen, all the
worst passions of our nature were roused,
and- revenge did some fearful work ; should
,tn opportunity occur again, they . willTnid no
,pmrter—no mercy at our hands; and who
can wonderltt. it?
The enenl were made all drunk, al'd came
on us like madmen ;- and T must confess.
when I heard their shouts and yells, I did
not feel very-comfortable; and at it I went.
not forgetting a short prayer to Hitn who is
able to protect us in all danger. .
"That day indeed was a bloody day, for
my clothes, face, and hands were' covered
with blood,ntuf nt times it got into my mouth.
Von know I am not ono to complain nt
trifles, but we lire wretched, wretched, oat
here;- out day and night, and the weather is
We are to stop here for the winter, so it is
dpcided; and God only' knows what will be
edme of 'us unless some great exertion is
made to make us more comfortable. How
evez, I am determined to keep my spirits,
and still cling to the hope that "shall live to .,
see you once more. Now, my dear brother,
give my kindest and dearest love to Kate,
and a thousand kisses for the children ; and
do most affectionately remember ,me to all
our relations without exception, and if any
of my old friends and acquaintances do think
of me and inquire respecting me at times,
present my regards to all, and tell all I have
endeavored to represent easnewyild, my
native town, ns well as I could."
Lieut. Tyron, of the Rifles, who was killed
whilst storming the "Ovens," wrote on the
7th November to widow Lee, of Norwich,
announcing the death of her son, a corporal
of the Rifles. The letter breathes a spirit of
touching kindness both to the bravo son and
his bereaved' mother. Her son was the for
most mar, at Inkermaun when he was killed.
He valued her son as a brother.
"The only thing I found on his body,"
writes the lieutenant, "was a needle, which I
enatAd as a memorial, and rest assured
that, though he has died so•young, his con
duct, to the best of my judgment, will secure
him a place at the right hand of Him, in
whom : only consolation is to be found. 'ln
themitl4 of life we are in death,' is but too
true, and has often been realized here, and
is the reason I write; for though I write to
day, there is no reason I should do so :to
Artilleryman M'Letal writes on the 18th
from before Sevastopol:
My .deliVerance at the battle of Tiier
mann was so great that I was lost in think
ing how it was possible, the enemy's shot
hissing so numerously past my head.
• It was a very misty morning, and when we
came into action with our guns, thousands of
Russians were around us, and welted no in
fantry to CDSV oar guns, as we did pot think
they were so nedr-us. Consequently we left
our guns in the hands of the Russians.
There was no one of us stuck to the guns
but me and one gunner named Gordon. Ile
stayed with roe, and he was in a minute shot
through the heart, and two of the Russians
stabbed hint in the-mail witb,thcir bayonets,
and I drew back to use my sword, but it was
for no use against thousands of them, and all
of them firing in my face. I was like a Man
on whom the lead had no power, and one of
tliem rushed at me and made ready his fire-
lock to fire, whlmhe was shot in his brain by.
a soldier of di ,57th regiment, who was
standing behind, looking what was to come
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of me, and I.*alkedback quietly. Nothing
came near my body.
nur,-. truik our oans five minutes after that
and then the battle began anew. .14larth and
atones were 'swept • away from close about
me; and in four hoires,,in place of ten men
at the guns, we were firing with two men, of
whom I was one. I kept firing at them
coming upon us in masses, until we covered
. the ground with the slain. Gannon and
musket balls flew, like hailstones around our
heads. I did not sleep that night, as I worked
myself so much through the day. I see the
power of the Almighty God in my ease.
Who is like.uuto the Lord—who is powerful
like unto our God, against, hose power no
man can come or do harm?
When the infantry came up on the sth of
'Siovernber, the enemy and them were falling
down in couples, the Russians with their
bayonets in our men, and our men's in the
Russians, both lying' dead, and us sweeping
them with cannon case
bhot, so that the
round of case would make an open space in
their columns, which was thirty deep. Those
that we took prisorers were seized by the
neck before tivy gave up their arms. I
g o t three wheels smashed that day. When
the - Russians .took our guns,.MT. Miller rush
ed among them on horseback, and•killed two
of them and saved the guns. We were
keeping them back with our sponges, so you
tnay guess what kind of work we had— We
pulled off our coats in the heat of the battle.
I was scarcely able to walk home that night.
Some of our horses were. shot in two; some
altleg - s;Thorne - he'rid, tail, Ac."
. ..... _
"Which .enjoys the greatest amount of
happiness, the bachelor or the married man?"
—That's the question!
Mr. President and clentlemen—l rise to
advocate the'cause of the married man. And
why should I not? I claim to, know some
thing about the institution, I do. Will any
gentleman pretend to say that -I do not?
Let him accompany me home. Let me con•
front him with my wife and seventeen chil
'dren, and decide.
High as the Rocky Mountains tower above
the Mississippi Valley, does the character of
the married man tower above that of the
,What was Adam before he got
acquainted with Eve?—What but a poor,
shiftless, helpless, insignificant creature?
No mpre to be compared with his after self,
than a mill-dam to the great roaring cataract
of Niagara. [Applause.]
Gentlemen; there was a time, I blush to
say it,•v;hen I too was a bachelor; and a
more miserable creature you would hardly
expect to find. Evdry da; I toiled bard, and
at night I Came home to my comfortless
garret—no carpet, no fire, no nothing.—,
Everything was in a clatter ;) and in the words
of the poet. •
"Confusion was monarch of all be surveyed.'
Here lay . a pair of pants, there a dirty pair
of hoots, there a play-bill, and here a pile of
dirty clothes. What wonder that' 1 took
refuge at the gaming-table and bar-room.
I found it would never do,.gentlemen, and in
a lucky moment I vowed to reform. Scarce
ly had the promise passed my lips ; vhen a
Icnbelc was heard at ,the door, and in came
Susan Simpkins after my dirty clothes.
"Mr. Spicer„' says she, "I've washed for
you six mouths, and I haven't seen the first
red cent in the way of payment. Now I'd
like to know what you and going to do
about it?"
1 felt in my pocket book. There was no•
thing in it, and I kneW it well enqugh.
"Miss Simpkins," said I "it's no use deny.
ink it. I haven't got the pewter.—l wish for
your sake I had."
"Then,"- said she promptly, don't wash .
another rag for you."
"Stop," said I, "Susan,l will do what I
can for you. Silver and gold htte I none ;
but if my heart and hand will do, they are at
your service."
-"Are you in earnest?" says she looking a
little suspicious.
"Never more so," says I.
"Then," says she, "as there seems to be
no prospect of getting my pay any other
way, r guess, I'll take up with your offer."
Enough said. We were married in ,i
week; and what's more, we haven't:repented
it. , No more attics for me, gentlemen. I
live in a good house, and have somebody to
mend my clothes. oWheu I was a po, r
miserable bachelor, 'gentlemen, I used to be
as thin as a weasel. Now lam as plump as
a porker.
In conclusion, gentlemen, if you want to
be . n poor ragged devil, without a coat !to
Yoar back, or a shoe to your foot; if• you
want fo grow old before' your time,Aand as
uncomfortable, generally, as a u hedgehog
rolled up the wrong way," I advise you to re
main fk. bachelor; but if you want to live de
cently and respectably, get married. I've
got ten daughters, ge i ntlernen,(overpoweriag
applause,) and you may have your pick..
Mr. Spicer sat down amid long continued
plaudits. The generous proposal with which
he concluded secured him five sons-in-law.
'The following rules are intended, mainly
for the guidance of young men and women:
Get married—if you can; but look before
you leap. L'ore ma es are romantic—
nice things to read about—hut they have
brimstone in them, now and then; as says
Ike Marvell, Esq.
Go to church regularly if posible, and
under any circumstances at least once a
Circulate no scandal.
Avoid all kinds of spirits—particularly
spirit Tappers.
Never notice the clothing of persons atten
ding-diviue.worship, nor stand in front of the
house of God after the services.
Never ask another man what his business
is—where he is going to—where he came
from—when he left—When he intends
-to go
back, or the number of his dollars. You
may inquire as to the state of his hea,lth, and
that of his parents, sisters and brothers—
but venture no-further. --
Defend the innocent,- kelp the poor, and
cultivate a spirit of Iriendship among your
Never speak disparagingly of women, and
endeavour to conquer all your prejudices:
Believe nlh persons to be sincere in the
religion which they proles's.
Be economical, but not parsimonious nor
niggardly. Make good, use of your dollars,
but not idols. Live within your means and
never borrow money in anticipation of your
salary. •
lIE HAD 11ER Tinnair.:
A very respectable looking lady stepped
into a store on Washington street, a few days
ago, to buy a steel re.icule; the clerk handed
out a variety of sorts, sizes. and prices, all of
which the lady deliberately viewed, handled
and commented upon; until, at length, her.
ing made her selection of a' small one. at
$2 50, she gave the clerk a ten dollar note,
to deduct the amount. The clerk went to
the desk, and returning, gave the, lady her
" Why, here's but two dollars and a half,',
says she.
" Exactly, madam," replies the clerk.
"Well, but I gave you a ten dollar bill
i" Precisely, madam," said the polite clerk.
"This hag is two dollars am,ta half, is it
not?" said the lady, holding for k the pur
chased reticule. •
"Two dollars and a half, is the price,
"Then why did you take out seven dollars
and a half, sir?"
".Why, madam, this reticule is two dollars
and a half—"
"Very well, sir," says the lady.
"And that one attached to your dress be
neath your cardinal, is five more," said the
complaisant clerk, raising up the lady's cardi•
nal, and displaying a' . very hand Some steel
bead reticule, there secreted. Thti lady be.
came quite agitated, but the humane clerk
assured her that it was all perfectly right,
"You don't for a moment suppose, sir,"
said the lady, in a low and husky voice, "that
I intended—"
"01 certainly not, madam," said the clerk
"0, it's all right, madam—perfectly cor
reel," continued the clerk.
"Good morning, said the lady, bow
ing and grinning ghastly
"Good morning," responded the gentle
manly clerk, bowing the lady safely, off out
of the premises. No fancy sketch, this.—
Boston Mail.
WHERE HE HAD utm.--4 well known pen
urous character invited a frlend to dinner,
and provided two mutton chops. On remov.
ing the cover, he said-L" My friend, you see
your dinner ; " which his friend immediate
ly with his knife and fork took to himself,
remarking—." I only wish I could see:yours.'
Darffere is the eleventh commandment
'Thou shalt not carry off the editors exchang
es, unless thou art sure ho is done with them;
neither shalt thou talk to him when ho is
reading proof or writing lest he got angry
and order thee out of the snnetmn.
Honesty is ever the best policy:
From Correspondence. of Now York Journal of Commerce
* ou have no i en oft e goings
on in'Rome at the present time. Cardinals'
carriages fill ups-the street. Every Cardinal
has a red carriage, and three footmen dres
sed in red livery. The Austrian Cardin - al
lts , two servants with him, dressed as richly
as I ever saw any Servants in' my life. They,
are both fully. six ° feet tall, very handsome
loOking fellows, wearing whiskers and,mous.
taches. Upon their heads they wear a Rus
sian cap of fur, and coats trimmed very lea
with'sib , while from the left
shoulder of gs another coat trim.
med in the same style; their trousers are al
so heavily trimed in the same style 3' their
boots are white doeskin, having white leather
tops and spurs. Every body took them for
some distinguished guests, at the reception
given in honor of the Cardinal. Here, a
midst all this style 'that we see every day it
becomes much a matter of course. But you
can form no idea of the magnificence in
which the Cardinals ride. Their horses gen
erally groan under the weight of the plaited
gold and silver harnesses. As a `body the
Cardinals look like so many old womendres
sed up. The English Cardinal, Wiseman is
he best-looking -ofthe lot. Two chUrches
here have been dressed in magnificent style
in honor of this great affair They are hung
with all kinds of colored crapes, and filled
with candles from the floor to the ceiling, all
burning. TheNirgin is dressed in satin and
jewels, and wear's a golden crown. On the
corners of the streets there are generally
'paintings of theVirgiw, and, on Friday night
every one was lighted with some ten or
twelve candles. Rome after Advent Stinday,
is generally filled with pipers, who come
from the neighboring towns. So of - Course
they-le now in their zenith of blowing.=
They I•ear short clothes, colored stockings,
and el aks all/in rags, and many are patched
with pieN,yrf many hues.
The Roman beggars are also another great
curiosity here. At every church door you
find them sitting in chairs, with their little
tin boxes, which they rattle at you as you
pass. A woman went into a store the other
day to beg; the man had nothing less than n
live cent piece: this he gave her, and. she_
coolly put her hand in her pocket, and gavo
him four cents back. So you see they make
a regular business of it.
There is so . much to see here,.,in Rome,
that I d'en't know where to begin to write.
St. Peter's is the greatest thing here, but it
is too large to write upon. To give you an
idea of the size of it, it will hold two hun
dred and twenty thousand persons upon the
ground floor. As, large a story as this may
seem, it has been proved; we made out an
estimate the other day, and allowing two
square feet to each person, it will hold one
hundred and' fifty thousand. Everybody
states that no less than forty-two thousand
were there upon the Sth. Never has St.
Peter's contained so many since the opening.
Near the high altar is a statue •ikrotize of
St. Peter. „The toe of this, statue is nearly ,
kissed off, and on Friday, it was dressed up
in gorgeous style, having on one of the Pope's
mitres, and being surrounded with candles,
and full three inches of the toe, kissed off.
In the coldest of weather, this church is al•
ways warm, and in the hottest always cool.
It is a perfect world in itself, and you can
spend a week here, and the seventh day it
would appear larger and more grand than
itt; If ever I'm married," said Ike, look•
ing up from the book he was reading and
kicking the stove door so energetically—"lf
ever I'm married"—" Don't speak of marri.
age, Isaac, said Mrs. Partiugton, till you are
old enough to understand the bond that
binds o nigen'a' eo . de mustn't syeak
of marriage with impurity. It is the first
thing that children think of now-a-days, and
young Julys in—pinafores, and young_ girls
with their heads fricaseed into spittoon curls,
and full of love-sick stories, ore talking of
marriage before they get into their teens,
Think of such ones get married! Yet there's
Mr. Spaid, when heaven- took his wife away,
went right to a young lady's cemetery and
got another, no more fit to be head of a
family than I am to be the Board of Mayor
.11nd Alderman." She tapped the new box
that her friend, the Colonel, had given her
with her eyes resting upon the gold heart
laid in the centre of the lid, as if hearts were
trumps in her mind at the time, while Ike,
without finishing his sentence,Jtept on with
a pedal performance on the stove door, and
a clatter upon the round of his chair with
th handle of a fork in his RAI hand.
Why at cAlte United States colors like th•
stars in Heaven?
Because they are beyond the power of any
nation to pull them llown.