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'WE GO WHERE DEMOCRATIC PRINCIPLES POINT THE WAY WHEN THEY CEASE TO LEAD, WE CEASE TO FOLLOW."
BY JOHN G. GIVEN.
EBENSBURG, THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 20, 1849.
VOL. 5. NO. 50.
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Honor to the Toiling Hand
Ail honor to the lo.ling hand.
Or in the fold of mine;
Or by the harncfsed fire or steam,
Or on tho heaving brine.
Whatever loom, or barque, or plow,
Hath wrought to bless our land;
Or given around above below.
We owe the toiling hand.
Then honor honor to the toiling hand!
It battle with tho elements,
It breaks the stubborn sward;
It ring the furge the hullle throws
And shapes the social board,
It conquers climo it stems the wave
And boars from every strand
The aueetast, best of all we have,
Gifts of the toiling hand.
Th?n honor honor to the toiling hand!
ivi i sou r. ii a ne'o'ps"
OR, THE SCHOOL MISTRESS.
BY JOSEPH BOUOHTON.
Scenes of interest and of beauty are
daily being shadowed forth in real life,
very many of which fail of being enjoyed,
or even noted, by the careless or superfi
cial observer. A sickly and morbid senti
ment pervades a great number of miuds,
whose appetites for the unreal are so strong
as to destroy all relish lor Hie common and !
evcry day incidents which fill up the mea- ;
sure of human life and vet that mind
must be a wretched one indeed on which
simple pleasures pall, and whose antidotes
against ennui are made to consist of some
wild and unnatural excitement, some higli
wrought fiction, or some monstrosity, oc
curring in the world, to bread the monoto
ny of the wheels of time. Let such an
individual cut loose at once the fetters
which enslave the mind let him go out
into the world, and saunter amid the 'se
questered vales' of private life, and watch
and not the various incidents of joy and
happiness which spring from homely oc
cupations and simple pleasures, and he
will then learn what it is 'to live and to
My friend Ned Hansom, was a young
gentleman in independant circumstances.
He had graduated at college and was both
talented and well inlormed. Upon his
return to his native village, he took up the i
study of the law a profession in which it
was predicted he could not fail of becom
ing eminent. During his minority, how
ever, he had acquired notions and tastes
which were constantly rendering him mis
erable. Much of his reading had been of
that stamp of fiction that spoke of heroes
and nobles, of puisant statesmen, learned
sages and wreathed crowned poets -of
high-born ld'es, lovely dames, angelic
fices, fairy forms, and such other attributes
as novelists are wont to ascribe to their
characters. These, and the like, had be
come the attendants of his sleeping and
waking dreams," and, while they excited
him to emulation and admiration, the im
possibility that seemed to exist in his case
of ever reaching such excellence, frequent
ly filled him with despair. Could he ever
hope to' wear the statesman's gown, or the
poet's wreath, or thejhero's garland? Ah,
where could he expect even to find the
fern ale. -purity and excellence which had
so long been the subjects of his day-dreams
and night lucubrations' These and kin
dred thoughts would fill him, at one hour,
with enthusiastic aspirations, and at the
next would plunge him into deep melan
choly. Ned was my constant companion in
society, and it afforded me not a little
amusement to watch his efforts at discov
ering among a numerous female acquain
tance the divinity his mind had so long
worshipped. It was sometime before he
made that discovery, but at length it was
made, in the form, face, and person, of
Miss Angelica Louisa M ; Upon
our return from an evening party, it was
that Ned communicated to me hisraptures
at having at last 'found a maiden suited to
his fancy Long and eloquent were the
strains in which he sounded her praises,
and perceiving at the end of his rigmarole,
an incredulous smile upon my countenance,
"it only made him the more earnest and
energetic, and he added,
'Remember what I say to you, Tom;
she's all soul, all feeling, all beauty!'
Ill remember,' replied I.
Ah, Tom,' he exclaimed, 'it is really
so. ' Indeed, I fear such excellence is nev
er destined to become mine.'
Shall I remember that, too?M asked.
Ned . turned upon his heel with a back
ward look, that would seem to say, You're
a heartless, trifling fellow, Tom, and I
won't talk with you any more about it.'
A few days afterward I saw him again,
and found him more extravagant than ever
in'praise of'his damsel. Matters had al
ready proceeded somewhat smoothly, too,
it -nnprared. Ned had taken tea thrice at
her fathers house, and the mother had
already began to exercise quite hospitable
and almost paternal feelings toward him.
Have you popped the question vet,
Ned?' I asked.
'No,' he answered, 'but I intend doing
it the next time I call to see her but, Tom,
what animal is going up the street?' he
asked, casting a look out of the window.
By Jove!' lie exclaimed, 'It's Fred Peters
the New York soaplock dandy, who w?as
kicked out of Yale last year for rowdyism.
Bah! his long hair reminds one of the bison
at the menagerie. Lord what a swell he
cuts with his cane and quizzing glass!
Where the duce is he going? Heavens! if
he hasn't gone to Angelica's house! What
can the creature want there? He'll fright
en her to death he will that's a fact!'
The winding up of Ned's exclamation
at the unwelcome sight he had just seen,
set me into a roar of laughter, at which my
friend was sorely nettled. He rose up in
great indignation and this time audibly
pronouncing me a heartless grinning ras
cal, he left the room. Notwithstanding
the little of Ned which I have alluded to,
he was a fellow of rare sense and judg
ment upon most other points. He was
neither a dandy in his dress, nor pedantic
or affected in his conversation, but honest
ly held such things in sovereign contempt.
After the lapse of a few days, Ned
again made hie appearance. This time
he had the blues horribly Jie looked and
acted, like a person readv Ho divide him-
self and go to buffets.' Without seeming
to notice his melancholy and lackadaisical
aspect, I immediately rallied him about
'How goes your affair with
say a word about it, Tom,' he
Why, you're not rejected, are you,
No dueced clear of putting myself in
the way of being rejected. But, I'd tell
you all about it, Tom, if you didn't laugh
so infernally at every thing.'
'Go on. my dear fellow,' said I, assu
ming a look of serious concern, .at tho
same time, not daringto open my lips, lest
a regular haww-haw would escape them.
Well, then,' continued Ned, 'you see I
called upon her the night that Fred Peters
came to town, & who did I find there but that
puppy himself, conversing with Angelica,
in his affected lisp, and exhibiting his usu
al foppishness and swagger; and, would
you believe it! Don't laugh, Tom! So far
from being frightened to death, as I -predicted,
or even annoyed, she seemed quite
flattered with his attentions. I called
again the next evening. She was alone,
and, as usual, all animation and smiles.
Now, thought I, she's herself again, and
now is the time to approach the delicate
topic. So I talked all kinds of sentiment
to her bestowed pathetic remarks upon
society, refinement, love, domestic happi
ness, and all that "sort of thing, when,
in the midst of my most eloquent and
touching expiations she interrupted me
Have you seen Mr. Peters to-day? isn't
he a delightful gentleman? So handsome,
and so agreeable? I do wish, Edward,
that you would pattern after him, in the
tone of your voice, and the cut of your
'There? you're at it again blast you,
Tom?' exclaimed Ned, as the pent-up
laugh of mine no longer restrainable, burst
forth, loud and hearty, in interruption of
And so, like a sensible fellow, said 1,
you cut stick and run, saying with Shak-
all my fond love 1 blow to tne
That's not it literally but if not
the poetrv. it's the truth, eh, Ned? But
come, come let's into the woods for a
ramble? Bring on your gun and possi-
bly, we'll scare up both game and sport
what say you?'
I'll go, Tom,' replied Ned, any thing
to drive away those awful blues.
Our hunting accouterments we're all
soon in readiness, and together we set out
for the day's sport, steering for the forest
which we entered about three miles from
the village. And a rare day we had of it,
it being the season when small game of
every sort was abundant. Crack, crack,
crack, went our merryjpieces, and at every
shot, either the squirrel fell from his bough,
or the woodcock and partridge came flut
tering to the ground. So great was the
slaughter we had made, and so intense the
excitement of the sport, that it was not un
til we found the game bags full and the
sun fast going down, that we ceased our
carnage and bethought ourselves of return
ing. Emerging then from the woods into
a road that ran by the side of a sparkling
and transparent brook, through a most
beautiful valley, the richly cultivated farms,
and the neat though humble dwellings of
the farmers, burst upon our view. Un
ward we walked, passing a little school
bowse out of which a number of merry
children came bounding on their way
homeward. As we passed or mrany of
them, Ned, who had never before witness
ed the like, was both pleased and aston
ished to see the lads doff their straw hats
and make their bows, and the little girls to
drop their graceful courteseys.
I say, Tom,' he exclaimed, 'isn't this
strange? The bows and courtseys of these
pretty children would put to the blush any
drawing-room performance I ever saw.
How easy, natural and pretty they are!
Who can the teacher of these young ideas
If I mistake not,' I answered, 'it is yon
der graceful looking girl, who has just
turned up that lane ahead of us.'
What! That lass with the sun bonnet
at the teacher? Egad! I'd give a trifle
to sec her face.'
'You Mould be gratified, Ned,' I re
plied. Hallo, Farmer Gray, how do you do?'
halloed I, addressing a person in an adjoin
ing field, with a low crowned hat and tow
Ah, how d'ye do, how d'ye do?' ex
claimed Gray, as he dropped his hoe and
came hurrying up to us. 'What's the
news from town? Have you been hunt
ing! All, I see, bags full. I am glad to
see you, won't you stop and stay the night?
You look tired; your young friend there
With the utmost pleasure we at once ac
cepted the hospitable invitation of Gray,
who immediately led the way to his house.
It was constructed of hewn logs, beautiful
ly situated upon a little eminence, in the
midst of verdure, and gracefully overhung
with festoons of the wood-bine and the wild
grape. Ushering us into a square-room,
Gray introduced us to his wife and daugh
ter in the person of the latter we was not
slow in discovering the little school mis
tress. The carnation was a little height-
ened upon the white round cheek of the
beautiful and bashful Ellen Gray, as she
gave her hand to us on our introduction.
This done she skipped away with the
lightness of a fawn to assist her mother in
tho preparations of OUT supper.
. We had handed over our game bng to
Gray, telling him to make free with the
contents. Within an hour's time, the large
white linen spread was put upon the table
and soon after, a whole troop of partridges
and woodcock, some swimming in gravy,
some reeking from the gridiron, and others
differently dressed came smoking hot upon
their respective dishes. Following these,
came green corn, early potatoes, cucumbers
bouncing radishes, and divers other speci
mens of the vegetable creation; then came
the fresh, golden, aromatic butter and
cheese; then the warm muffins, accompan.
ied by hot coffee, home-brewed ale, and
blackberries and cream. Seated around
this bountiful provision, were farmer Gray
his wife, Ellen, her two young brothers,
Ned and myself. With appetites sharpened
by our day's toil did Ned and myself do
extensive justice to those savory viands.
Never do I remember to have anjoyed a
meal with greater relish, or to have pos
sessed a greater flow of spirits when it was
over. As lor Ned, he had become a
changed man. He seemed at last, to have
found the true poetry of the rich feast be
fore him, and more particularly in the soft
w a a
Diue oi Hi lien s eyes.
The meal being over, the short evening
passed away in pleasant and animated con
versation. Farmer Gray was a man of
sterling good sense, and the conversation
embraced political and financial as well as
agricultural topics, both Ned and mvself
were surprised as well as instructed by the
sound knowledge, good judgment, and
correctness of sentiment with which his
talk abounded. He possessed, also a most
cheerful temper, which told upon his
smooth unwrinkled forehead and ruddy
face (although he was probably sixty years
ofage)andin the total absence of gray
hairs. His sense of the ludicrous, too,
was particularly keen, and frequently man
ifested itself in repealed bursts of hearty
laughter, when any mirthful subject was
on the tapis.
While I was thus engaged with farmer
Gray, Ned, it appeared, had found "metal
more attractive," and was "coming the
agreeable" quite extensively with the pret
ty Ellen. He examined her litde libiary
as she stood by his side, and I could see
him frequently cast an approving look up
on her as he turned over the title pages to
the volumes, a compliment which she re
paid by the sweetest smiles and blushes.
Ned also perpetrated some original stanzas
in her Album, and stoocf convicted of many
other little attentions and gallantries, too
numerous, as advertisers says, "to mention
in the handbill."
But the most interesting and holy mo
ment of that evening, was when just before
retiring to rest, the excellent family of
Grey were assembled for their evening de
votions. The rich and clear tones with
which Ellen read a chapter from the Sa
cred Book, and the sylph-like grace with
( which she kncli, bending her beautiful
head, whose auburn tresses floated around
her neck.of snow, all formed a real living
picture whose beauty can never be effaced
from ray reeollection. How it affected
Ned, one may judge when I assure him
that the tears were ' actually standing in
his eyes, when the family rose from their
We rose the next morning with the sun
and found that the entire household had
been stirring since the dawn. A comfort
able breakfast iwaited us in the parlor,
after partking of which, with a thousand
thanks to the family for their excellent
hospitality, we took our leave. I must not
forget, however, to mention that Ned pre
vious to breakfasting had taken a short
morning walk with Ellen and her young
brothers, and had bestowed upon the latter
divers little presents. As he took Ellen's
hand, I could perceive that he left her with
symptoms of actual regret, that there was
unusual tenderness in his tone as he utter
ed his good-bye.
Ned had but a single subject of conver
sation on our way homewards.
Why Tom,' said he, 'isn't it really as
tonishing? That sweet girl possesses
more soul and true refinement than our
whole village can boast. She's well edu
cated, too. I found by conversing with
her, that she was proficient, and really so
in the higher branches of education. Hei
library is a beautiful little sanctum. There
I found four neat little astronomical and
geographical globes, and all the standard
books of our schools. There were histo
ries, and biographies, and travels and the
only works of a lighter nature that I saw,
were those of Irving and Goldsmith, a few
volumes of Walter Scott, and of the stand
ard poefry. She is passionately devoted
to her little school, and I know these pret
ty scholars of hers must be devoted to her.
What a fine old man is her father, and
what tidy lady-like woman is her mother.
But Ellen egad! isn't she beautiful? Do
you know Tom, that our falling in with
this happy family their kind hospitality,
the bluff and frank intelligence of Gray,
the suavity of the matron, the merry-heart-edness
of those little boy s, the pretiness
and good sense of Ellen, and the piety of
them all, has made me a better and happi
And thus he went rattling on, sounding
their praises until he reached home.
Ned had now in truth become a meta
morphosed person. He was the most
cheerful dog alive whenever I met him af
terward. A year had elapsed since our
hunting adventure, when one day he en
tered my room, bringing with him a billet
of invitation to his wedding.
So Ned,' I remarked, then it is true
you are going to marry tne petty scnooi
Yes, Tom and, hang you, don't you
laugh I've thrown my law books to the
dogs, and purchased me a farm.'
Yes,' continued Ned, 'good bye to the
law to the hopes of becoming the states
man, the orator, and the judge. Good bye
to all these lantastic dreams ol my young
ambition! I've changed my mind on those
subjects, Tom, and am content with the
prospect of a quiet happy home 'in the
green fields away.' '
God bless you, Ned! I exclaimed
grasping his hand, without feeling the least
inclined to exhibit the laugh which he so
much dreaded 'your choice both of a
wife and of an occupation, meets with my
A few days afterwards, I saw my friend
lead the blushing Ellen Gray to the mar
riage altar, amid the smiles and congratu
lations of a happy group of acquaintances
and friends. And I took my leave of Ned
and his bride, convinced that they were
mutually happy in each other, and that
they deserved to be so.
Two years had elapsed, when as I was
one day hurrying through the street to my
place of business, I was startled by the sal
utation of a man, in corduroy pantaloos,
fustian coat, and hob-nail shoes, perched
on a load of hay, who exclaimed
Tom! how are you?'
It were quite needless to say, that 1
knew the voice, and immediately recog
nised in the hale figure before me, my old
friend, the veritable Ned Hanson.
Ah, Ned! is it you! How do you do?'
said I, heartily shaking his sunburnt hand,
as he leaped to the ground.
Still well and happy, Tom,' replied
Ned. I've a beautiful farm, and the fin
est horses in the country. I work at home
but then I live like a prince. ; What will
you give for this load of hay? Such cattle
and pigs as I raise would make your eyes
water. Better still I'm the father of two
as plump little boys as you ever clapped
eyes on. Uome upand see us, won t you?
illen sends you her respects. . Uo you
want a few cords of hickory wood? Egad
Tom, they've made me justice of the
peace in our town, and I'm talked of for
the Assembly. I won't run though. Catch
me away from the farm and the hor?cs
and the pigs, and the boys, and Ellen I'll
risk it! Who is that, Tom? Hang me, if
it isn't my quondam sweetheart, Angelica?
Still single, eh? m Would have married
Fred Peters, if he had'nt committed for
gery and sloped for Texas so I have un
derstood.' For shame Ned,' I exclaimed, 'to speak
so lighUy of a girl whom you particularly
requested me to remember as all soul, all
feeling, all beauty.' '
Shut up, Tom! I never said so.
Ah, Ned such excellence
destined to become yours,'
I added laugh
i nere s that internal laugh ol yours
again, as natural as ever,' said Ned looking
Ha, ha, ha!' roared I again dodging a
blow playfully aimed at me by Ned, with
his black leather whip-stock.
Desperate Bravery. Trappers'1 Jight
with a Sioux war party. Three trap
pers, Vale, Cass, and Young, says the
Jackson County (Iowa) Democrat, while
looking for Beavet in the vicinity of Mor
cou river, discovered a large trail, rightly
supposing that they were in the vicinity of
a strong band of Indians. They selected
a suitable spot, and built of logs and poles
a small hut' to which they gave the name
of a fort. Before it was finished the Indi
ans made their appearance. They show
ed that they were determined to have their
scalps. Vale and his companions prepared
for desperate resistance. At the first fire
of the Indians, Young was shot through
the head. Vale and Cass retured the fire
and three Indians fell, at which they raised
the war whoop. The unequal contest
lasted several hours, Cass loading the guns
while Vale with unerring aim, thinned
their ranks. Cass imprudently exposed
his face and received a ball in the eye.
Vale was now Jeft alone to contend againsf
the Indians. He made the best of it, load
ed and fired in such rapid succession that
the Indians were on the point of retiring,
when he fell mortally wounded. The In
dians lament his death; they buried him
without scalping him, and honored him
with the name of Eagle Brave. Twenty
eight Indians were killed in the action.
Vale's relatives reside in Milwaukie.
Like a toad the city sits squat upon the
marshes; and her people push out the
waters, and pile up the earth against
them and sit quietly down to smoke.
Ships come home from India and ride at
anchor before their doors, coming from
the sea through the path ways they have
opened in the sand and unloading their
goods on quays that quiver on the bogs.
Amsterdam is not the most pleasant place
in the world when a June sun is shining
lot upon the dead waters of its canals,
and their green surface is only disturbed
bv the sluggish barges, or slops of the
tidy house-maids. I went through the
streets of the merchant princess of Am
sterdam. A broad canal sweeps through
the centre, full of every kind of craft, and
the dairy women land their milk from
their barges on the quay in front of the
very proudest doors. The houses and
halt" the canals are shaded with deep
leaved lindens, and the carriages rattle
under them with tall houses on one side
and the waters on the other. No where
are girls faces prettier than they are in
Holland; complexions pearly white; with
just enough of red to give them a health
ier bloom, and their hands are as fair, soil
and tapering, as their eves are full
mirth witchery and fire. Lsentlcy s JJis
Occupation for Children.
The habits of children prove that occu
pation is necessary with most of them.
They love to be busy even about nothing,
still more to be usefully employed. nh
some children it is a strongly developed
physical necessity, and if not turned
to good account wiil be productive of
positive evil, thus verifying the old adage
that idleness is the mother of mischief.'
Children should be encouraged, or if inde
pendently disclined into performing for
themselves every little office relative to
their toilet, while they are capable of per
forming. They should also keep their
own clothes and other possessions in neat
order, and fetch for themselves whatever
thev want: in short, thev should learn to
be as independent of the services as pessi
ble, fitting them alike to make good use
of prosperity, and to meet with fortitude
any reverse of fortune that tray befall
them. I know of no rank, however exalt
ed, in which such a svstem would not
prove beneficial. -
tsr green fellow lately went into
pork dealer's shop, which he mistook for
another establishment, and mquirea uu
you cure cholera here?' 'No.' was the
reply, 4wc cure ham;.'
A Female Strimmin? Malch.
The dead-alive remnant of fashion which
yet remains in Paris was aroused to "as
much interest as could be compatible with
the state ot the thermometer by a singular
wager which had been concocted by two
of our most fashionable lionr.es. This
was no other than a Bwimming match be
tween the renowned Madame C and
the bold Marquise de B , who un
dertook to accomplish the distance between
the Pont Neuf and the Pont Notre Dame
in a given time, being allowed the use of
the left hand only, the o;her to be occupied
in holding a green parasol, to screen the
visage of the fair swimmer from the rays
of the sun, which darted down upon the
waters like a furnace.
At the summons the fair Naiads plunged
most resolutely over either side of the boat
and were soon beheld gliding along as rap
idly as the stream. The ladies were both
attired in loose wide trousers of fine cash
mere, white striped with blue, the waist
bound with a scarlet belt, a shirt of the
finest cambric, with short sleeves. The
Marquise de B is of darK moorish
complexion, and her jet black tresses were
confined by a net of scarlet silk, adorned
with braid and tassels while the golden
locks of he companion were secured upon
a roller, and shortened around her neck a
la gamin de Parish Neither of the fair
champions waxed faint or weary for a sin
gle raomen, 6ut conducted themselves
most bravely the winner being the dark
marquise, who won the victory but by an
arm's length. After the match, the com
pany interested therein, and which consis
ted of all the nobilities of fashion and lit
erature yet spared, adjourned to a magnif
icent entertainment given at the ladies'
swimming bath at the Hotel Lambert,
where dancing and lansquenet were kept
up till a late hour. Peris Paper.
T ' ' All Sorts of facts.
The oak tree lives in the state of nature
1 ,500 years. Hour glasses were invented
at Alexandria 150 years before Christ.
The sum SI 5,000,000 is expended each
year in London for intoxicating drinks.
Vaccination was first tried upon a con
demned criminal, in the year 1721. The
interest of the national debt of Great Brit
ain is over twenty-four million pound ster
ling. Looking glasses were first made at
Venice, in the year 1300. Iron was first
discovered bv the burning of Mount Ida,
1405 before Chjist. Muslins were
manufactured in England, during the
970. Air 81 G times lighter than its
in water Military uniforms were first
adopted in France by King Louis XIV.
The plague in Europe, Asia and Africa,
commencing in the year 588, lasted fifty
years. Linen was first discovered and
made in England, in the year 1253. The
average coinage of the mint of Great Brit
ain for the last thirty years, is eighteen
million pounds sterling per annum. Mi
croscopes were first invented and used in
Germany, 1621. The cost of cigars
smoked every day in New York city is ten
thousand dollars. The first literary mag
azine in America was published by Fiank-
lin, in 1741.
Proud and Poor.
The family of Mrs. Brown, a good
widow, and six daughters, had the misfor
tune to be poor and proud. Above the
gross vulgarity ot manual laoor.tnqugn not
above its necessity, they lived in "stuck
up" idleness and dependent mainly on the
nara earnings oi mc momer lor suuuon.
Finally Maria, who was the youngest and
rather pretty, managed to win the heart
and hand of the village physcian, and got
married. The alliance being considered
as a decided "step up in the wojld" by all
the family, the single sisters grew uzier
and prouder than ever, while the doctor's
wife took a new and improved set of airs
to match her advancement in the scale of
good societj-." Being comfortably bes
towed in her new house, she began to feel
the need of somebody to mind the pots
and kettles, and seeing a neighbor, (a thrif
ty mechanic who used to be "boss to her
father in the shop") going past the door,
she called out to him in an affected manner
to know where she could find a servant
expecting to get an offer of one of his
daughters. 'Well, I don't know, said the
carpenter, 'help is a little hard to gel just
now, but there are the widow Brown's
-iris who I should think you might get, as
they are dreadful poor, and seem to be al
ways out of work.' Some neighbors who
overheard the coloquy, say that madamc
retreated into the house with a precipitan
cy that was quite alarming to behold, and
never spoke of the carpenter afterwards,
but as a vulgar fellow, who knew nothing
of the proper distinctions of society.
HT' Wake up here, and pay for your
lodgings, said the deacon, as he nudged
J the sleepy
wi:h the contribution