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AGENTS
The Bunt ear ulon Journal
Daniel Teague, Orbisonia; David Blair,
Esq. Shade Gap; Benj•anini,nse, Shirleys-
Aur‘; Eliel Smith, Esq. Chi/torts/own; Jas.
Entriken, jr. CiPe Run; Hugh Madden,
Esq. Sprinvfield; Dr. S. S. Dewey, Bir
mingham; lames Morrow, Union Furnace ;
John Sister, Warrior Mark; James Davis,
Esq. West township ; D. H. Moore, Esq
Frankatown; Rph. Galbreath, Esq. Holli
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Burns, Williamsburg; A. J. Stewart, Water
Street; Wm. Reed, F.sq. Mo-ris township;
Solomon Ramer, Aeff's Mill; James Dysart,
Mouth Spruce Creek; Wm. Murray, Esq.
Graysville; John Crum, Mapor Hill; Jas.
E. Stewart, Sinking Valley; L. C. Kessler,
Mill Creek.
LIFER COMPLAINT.
This disease is discovered by a fixed ob
tuse pain and weight in the right side under
the short ribs; attended with heat, uneasi
ness about the pit' uf the stomach;—there is
in the right side also a distension—the patient
loses his appetite and becomes sick and trot,.
We with vomiting. The tongue becomes
rough and black, countcnance changes to a
pale or citron color or yellow, like those I af
flicted with jaudice—difficulty of breathing,
disturbed rest, attended with dry cough, dif
ficulty of laying on the left side—the oody
becomes weak, mid finally the'disease termi
nates into another of a more serious nature,
which in all probability is far beyond the
power of human skill. Dr. Harlich's corn.
pound tonic strengthening and German ape
tient pills, if taken at the commencement of
this disease, will check it, and by continu
ing the use of the medicine a few weeks, a
perfect cure cure will be performed. Thou
• sands can testify to this fact,
Certificates of many persons may daily be
seen of the efficacy of this inv doable medi
cine, by applying at the Medical Office, No
19 North Eight street, Philadelphia.
Also, at the stare of Jacob Miller, who
s agent for Huntingdon county.
TREATMEN7.
The principal Objects to be kept in view
are Ist, to free the stomach and intestines
f oat offending materials. 2d, to improve
the tone of the digestive organs and energy
of the system in removing noxious matters,
from the stomach, and obviating costiveness.
Violent drastic purgative s slfould he avoided
and those aperients should be used which
act sently, and rather by soliciting the per
istalic motions of the intestines to their re gu
laeity of health, than by irritating them to a
laborious excitement. f here is no medicine
better adlpted to the completion of this than
I)ar. O. P. HARLICII'S GERMAN APERIENT
)'ILLS. To improve the functions of the de
bilitated organs and invigorate the system
generally, no medicine has ever been so
prominently efficacious as Dn. Harlich's
Compound Tonic Strengthening Pills, whose
salutary influence in restoring the digestive
organs to a healthy action, and re-establish
ng.health and vigor in enfeebled and dys
',etre constitutions; have gained the implicit
confidence of the most eminent physicians,
and unprecidented public testimony. Re
member Dr. Harlich's Compound Tonic
Strengthening Pills, thay are put up in small
packets with full directions.
l'iincipal office for the United States, is
No. 19 North Eighth street Philadelphia
where all communications must be addres s
sed. • _ _ .
Also for sale at the store of Jacob Miller,
who is agent for Huntingdon County,
RHEUMATISM,
Antirely cured by the ,use of Dr. 0. P.
w„. l i c hi g comptund Strengthening and Ger
man Aperient Pills.
Mr. Solomon Wilson, of Chester co. Pa.,
afflicted for two years with the above dis
tressing" disease, of which he had to use his
crutches for 18 months, his symptoms were
excruciating pain in all his Joists, especially
a his hip, Shoulders and ancles, pain increas
ng al ways towards eyeing attended with
heat. Mr. Wilson, was at o:e time not able
to move his limbs on account of thepain be
ing so great; he being advised by 'a friend of
his to procure Dr. Harlich's pill of which he
sent to the agent in West Chester and pro
cored sam; on using the medicinethe third
day the pain. disappeared sod his strength
increasing fast, and in three weeks was able
to attend to his business, which he had not
done for 18 months; for the benefit of others
afflicted, he wishes those lines published
that they may be relieved, and again en
joy the pleasures of a healthy life.
Principle office, 19th North Bth Street,
Philadelphia.
4i.so—tot sale at the Store of Jacob Mil
ler, Huntingdon, Pa.
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POETRY
THE GRAVE OF GENIUS.
➢Y MARY lIBWITT.
“She is buried in that part of the court
yard facing the sea, close by the ramparts
—nu stone marks her grave: it is not e
ven raised above the level of the yard;
and were it not fur the few recently pla
c,d bricks, it would he difficult to find
the spot."—Journal of Capt. llerapath.
I come to thee a stranger,
0 England!—Fatlierluna!
There's a cypress garland o'er the lyre
I am holding in my hand;
And 1 will strike to thee to-night,
The mighty chords of soul,
Till the swelling tide of long pent thought
Triumphantly shall roll!
'There is joy in all your palaces,
'There is feasting in your hal ls,
Where the noble and the beautiful
Are gathered the walls;
And ever on the midnight air
Glad music pours along,
Where the hundred harps of England
Lift high the voice of song.
'Mid festive lamps and garlands,
I wander sad and slow,
And I list in vain the lay I loved,
In the days of long ago;
While aye yon laurel'd lyre
Seems mournfully to swell,
Moans low beneath its veiling leaves
Like the wailing ocean shell.
I have flung off the myrtle,
There's a flush upon my check,
There are burning words upon my lip,
And thoughts 1 fain would speak;
I tear the mournful cypress
That enwreaths thee, 0! my lyre!
And I strike to_England's maiden bard
The glowing chords of fire !
Oh! listen! harp of England!
There's a dower that to thee dings,
And a fadeless wreath of laurel
Entwining all thy strings;
And woman's hand halls smote thy chord
With a stroke all bold and free,
Till the mighty flood of English song
llath gone o'er every sea!
Long in your noble minsters,
With your dust of heroes kept;
'Neath sculptured urn and cenotaph,
Your nameless dead have slept;
While she who cull'd fresh beds of song,
Your ancient crown to grace,
Rests coldly shrilled in stranger ecrth,
No stone to mark the placL !
Far o'er the dark blue waters,
With their measured onward sweep,
Hymned by the dirge-like voices
Of the melancholy deep;
Trod 'neath the passing footstep
Of the felon, and the slave,
There by the sea—bent ramparts lies
Her lune, unhallowed grave!
Oh! wreath ye fadeless chaplets
For the earth that shrouds her breast,
And raise the enduring nimble
Above her place of rest,
Aid lift for aye the harp of praise
High o'er her laur,l'd head,
Till e'en the Ethiop honor thee,
In thine illustrious dead!
A clever trick was played by a Yankee
pedlar upon one of the captains of the
steamboats running from New York to
Albany, on the Hudson river. The
Yankee was fully aware of the custom of
putting people on shore who attempted to
gain a passage for nothing, and his desti
nation was to a place called Poughkeep
sie, about halt way between New York
and Albany. He therefore waited very
quietly until he was within a mile or two
of Poughkeepsie, and then went up to the
captain. 'Well, Captain, I like to do
things on the square, that's a fact; I,
might.have said nothing to you, and run
up all the way to Albany—and to Albany
1 must go on particular business—that's a
tact; but I thought it more honorable like
to tell you at once, I haven't got a cent
in my pocket; I've been unfortunate;
but by the 'tarnal, I'll pay you my pas
sage money as soon as 1 get it. You see
I tell you now, that you mayn't say that
I cheat you ; for pay you 1 will, as soon
as I can, that's a fact." The Captain,
indignant, as usual, at being tricked, cal.
led him certain names, swore a small
quantity, and as soon as he arrived at
Poughkeepsie, as a punishment, put him
ashore at the very place the keen Yankee
wished to be lauded.
"ONE COUNTRY, ONE CONSTITUTION, ONE DESTINY."
A. W. BENEDICT PUBLISHER AND PROPRIETOR.
HUNTINGDON, PENNSYLVANIA, WEDNESDAY, JULY 29. 1840,
I A Cow re-tailed & cur-tailed.
A TALC OF A TAIL.
A cut and shuffle fellow, who had been
regularly educated to the profession of
card playing, a close student, who at the
midnight taper had spent many a silent
hour studying out the mysteries of faro,
brag, poker. seven up' sod of "stocking,"
and "putting up" cards, lately, after an
unfortunate game of seven up, found him
self hard up in a western city. His shut*,
fling began to be understood wherever he
made his appearance, and the consequence
was he seldom long in any place,
before he was obliged to cut. On the
present occasion he had concluded to
make a "sudden and mysterious disap
pearance" in the night, and having in vain
searched about for some trifling tokens by
which to remember the friends with whom
he was obliged to part so unceremonious
ly, lie took his departure at midnight, un
incumbereil with baggage, and without a
sixpence in his pocket.
It happened that some few miles lay
between him and the ferry which he meant
to cross in the maiming, and while jogging
along in the moonlig.it, studying how to
swindle the ferryman and secure a break
fast on the other side, he discovered- a
cow, a prwr inoffensive beast, which, by
some misfortune, had lost its tail, lying
right in the path before him. Feeling
somewhat lonely, he thought it would aff
ord him company and amusement to drive
the cow befiire him to the terry, and ac
cordingly he aroused the reinitiating qua
druped with a stick, and using such per.
suasiuns as were likely to be understood,
he went forward with his design. The
cow seemed to prefer the fields and bush •
es each side of the road to the road itself,
and this occasioned great delay and in
convenience, so that daylight rose and
found the cow and her new proprietor
still far distant from the ferry.
With the daylight came also another
discovery, which was by no means agree.
able; the cow had no tail ! here was a tale
unlolded. The cow with no tail would
be very apt to prove a tell-talo, and there
by subject the cow hider to a cow hide.—
%that was to be done? To tell a false
tale was easy, hut to tie on a false tail re
quired genius of another kind. Fortune
layered our hero, however, and passing a
country slaughterhouse lie observed the
hide of an ox, tail and all, hanging on the
fence. His howieknile soon whipped off
the tail, and driving the cow into the
bushes where he would not be observed,
he managed to make the dead tail hang to
the live stump in a manner very dubious
and uncertain. It had to do, however,
and fifteen minutes more found the re-lail•
ed cow.on board the ferry boat along with
• the tail-or who had provided her w ith a
new tail.
Success now seemed certain, when a
man appeared riding in hot haste to the
ferry, mounted upon an old horse that
seemed to have been urged nearly to Ws
last gasp. The man dismounted and
hurried on board the boat. He marched
tight up to the cow, and his lips were al
ready open for an exclamation of triumph,
when his eye fell upon the tail. A strange
mystery now seemed to take possession
of him. He walked round and round the
cow, looked at its legs, its horns, its eyes,
its head, and then he would give a myste
rious and bewildered glance at the tail.—
He lifted his hat carefully oft:ills head, and
holding it in his left hand, with the five
digits of his right he commenced a sort of
phrenological friction of his perieranium.
Now, the ox's tail was such a miserable
deception, and so awkardly managed at
best, that discovery of the trick seemed
inevitable, and the state of perplexity and
fear in which our professorof " High, Low,
Jack and the Game" was placed, may be
imagined. His alarm was high, his hopes
low, he had missed his trick in endeavor
ing to turn up a Jack, and the game was
up with him. He had a dash of impu
dence, however, always ready at a pinch,
and now with admirable assumption of
open hearted honesty and independence,
he walked up to the man who was exami
ning the cow.
"Neighbor, I reckon there sin t a better
cow than that in these parts?" is:lid he, in
such a manner as to give his remark the
meaning of an interrogatory.
"W ell, I don't know, stranger," repli
ed the man, and he still continued his ex
amination of the cow, seeming to grew
inure puzzled every moment.
"That 'ere is the finest critter, neigh
bor, that was ever milked. I say, you
seem to fancy the animal, maybe you'd
like to buy her?"
"Buy her !" exclaimed the man, open
ing his eyes with a strange glare of per
plexed astonishment, "why, look here,
stranger, if that cow had no tail, I'd swear
she was mine:"
"You'd what?"
"I'd au-ear aka was mine!"
A capital idea now flashed upon the
professor. He was in a momentary dread
of the ox's tail dropping off, and a way to
remove ids alarm and the tail together oc
entitled to him.
"Look here, neighbor," said he, calling
a flush of blood to his face, and pretend
ing to be highly incensed, "are you in
airnest7 I should jest like to hear you say
that again:"
“Say it again! To be sure I will. I
never saw such a resemblance in my life.
It that cow had no tail, I'd swear she was
,mine!"
. Well, now, let's see you swear," said
the professor, and he jerked out his kuite, i
whipped MT the tail, taking care to hit the
old stump and make it bleed, and flinging
the evidence of his roguery as far us his
strength would send it into the stream,
he exclaimed, seemingly in a tower of
passion, "Now, stranger, lees see you
swear."
The owner of the cow was fairly beat
en. Ile took another look at I►er, gave a
glance after the tail, stared for a moment
at the professor, and then walked ashore
and mounted his horse. He turned again
to look at the cow, and as the boat put
' oil, he thus soliloquized
of all the most extraordinary resemblances
I ever did see! That's my cow's head—
there's her old broken horn—l'll swear to
her fore legs—l'll swear to her hind legs
swear--d—n me, I'll swear to
every inch about her but her tail!"— Pic
ayune.
A HARD CAcc.--A lady in the south
of England made a practice of collecting
all the little boys of the parish once a year
'upon her lawn, and stuffing them with
beet end plum-pudding. One time to
wards the close of the entertainment,
when she was walking round to see how
all went on, and to ask how they were sa
tisfied with her bounty, ' she found the
greater part full and also content. But
at last she came to a little fellow upon
' whose plate there was a large lump of the
third helping of pudding, and he was
blubbering and crying as piteously as dm'
he had not had a meal for tour-aad-twenty
hours. "What is the matter with yuu
my.lirtle man?' asked the lady ; "has
any one dared to ill-use you in my pres
ence?" The urchin blubbered more des
perately than before, End at length falter
ed out, "I can eat no more pudding!" and
ihe cried more bitterly than before. The
lady patted him on the head, sayinT, "Do
not cry, my good little man, for it you
are nut able to eat your podding, you can
I put it in your pocket." A more violent
Iburst followed this kindly advice, and at
the end of it came out the words "But my
(pockets are both full already."
Letter From Jack Downing
LOG CABIN, NORTII BLeeD,
July 51,1840.
I .l'o the Editors of the Express--
I have just got your Letter telling me
that you had received from Ohio a big arm
chair for me made out of the rale "buck
eye"—and that the folks who sent it tell
you it I have get one, when I am there to
put it into one of the "Log Cabins" in N.
York. If I had time I would write them
a Letter of thanks— but I paint got time
mar to !shave myself more titan once a
week, being so busy lending Gen, I tar
risen a hand in copying Letters and ta
king care of folks calling here in droves
to see him, for if he did it all himself his
farm would pretty soon be all in weeds.
I suppose the good folks who sent that
arm chair think the time aint far off' when
I can sit down in it at my ease—but they
are mistaken—the Gineral and I will
have our hands full after the 4th of M arch
next, when we take
. possession of the
White House —for if I mitt mistaken it will
take tulla year after that to 'clean House.'
Howsoever I am mightily tickled with the
compliment—and will take that chair
from the Log Cabin at New York to the
Cabinet Chamber at Washington, and
folks will have more ou't afore I have
done with it.
You began I suppose to think I was
dried up ink horn and all--by not hear
ing any thing from me since the hog chime
Story I tell'd you a spell ago—but I ti ai n t
been idle—tho' the Giue , •al seemed to
think it wan% best fer me to write Letters
from his Cabin as folk might think I was
electioneering for him, and so I kept at
work'aiding him in keeping his own mat
ters snug land lending him a hand in do
ing up Chores and getting all things
ready for a move on the 4th of March
next.
We gut here a few days ago a letter
signed Andrew Jackson, telling folks
that he goes for Mr. Van Buren, and :min
Gen Harrison and calling on every b ody 6
to do the same. When 1 this letter
I tarred as red as a beet—for I was fitly
downright ashamed on't. And I thought
when Old Tip come to read it he would
Hy right off the handle--but it warn't so,
fur as soon as he read it, says he, "Major,
who in the world has been 'foolish enuf to
write this letter and sign it Andrew Jack
son, did they suppose folks foolish emit
to believe it come from that gallant old
„odi c , r , "N o , no ," Slip; he, that wont
do; and now, says he, do you sit down
and present my respects to my old broth
er in aims—and tell him that whatever
other folks may think on't, that I never•
can believe that one old soldier is capable
of writing such a letter against another
old soldier, who like him, did his best to
serve his country, at a time when rough-
cr works than writing Electioneering Let
ters was demanded by the country." ,
'Well, thinks I if that aint putting pepper
arid salt on a scraped skin, Pm mistaken;
but I wrote the letter, and if it raly does
turn out that Gineral Jackson's letter is
genwine, it will set him hoppin' niad, but
if it turns out that the letter• is a kounter
fet, as I rely believe it is, I Bitty the man
who first printed it.
There is one thing tickles me here con•
siderable, and that is in seeing the old
soldiers calling upon their old Gineral,
and talking ;over old times and battles.
And when they go oil borne the Gineral
says, "well I suppose there are some folks
aho count up the killed and wounded of
the battles we were in and say, this and
that. after all was a small fight, and the
Commanding Gineral must be a small He
ro, when if the list of killed and wounded
was large, they would say that was a glo,
fleas fight and the commander was a
great Hero." Now the fact is if I had
been fighting for my own glory and my
men were "food for powder." I had nu
merous chances for such fights, but as ev
ery man under my command had a life as
valuable to him as mine was to me, and
we were lighting against R.l 17s 6d men
with no coats, and poor deluded Indians,
my plan was to keep them in cheek till I
work'd there in comers and then took
them all prisoners with the least loss pos
sible of my men, who I wanted to preserve
and to he able to return to their own Log
Cabins, and to enjoy with me thereafter
the pleasures we now enjoy, And that is
just my notion of the difference between
the fights for the glory of a commander
of air army of his own neighbors and
friends and that of a military chieftain
wino says, that by the loss of ten thousand
men I may put a feather• in my cap."
It would tickle you most desperately
to hear some of those log cabin soldiers
who have rougli'd it through the wars un
der Old Tip, react and laugh over the
stories set afloat that Old Tip was a cow
ard. I would like to see a committee
from some of your Locofoco meetings
come here to report resolutions to that
cent).
I don't know much what is going on on
your side of the Alegheny mountings,
all I know is that on his side there is nu
mistake. The cry is that the times are
out of joint, and must be put straight, that
the country is brought to the brink of ruin
by bad men and they must quit; that the
people are entitled to the services ct the
best men of the land, and won't have any
other, that whenever the present men in
power succeed by a majority of votes, it
must be by the use and abuse of Execu live
patronage; rind that can't and won't be
submitted to no how and now way in the
world; that a change of men and meas
ure:; must be efrected any how, and that is
about the upshot of the matter. Now this
is about the talk of Mks who I mix with;
they don't say so to Old Tip, tOr all he
says in matter is, "your powder and shot,
and baguets and knives, are all in the bal
lot boxe.; there is your arainal; speak
your unbiassed and uncontrolled will
there, and you draw your power and
strength. It' you succeed, then demand
that te hest talent be call'd to fill every
office; pint each man in office to the Cons
stitution, and tell them to obey it and the
laws under it, or look out; let there be no
division of spoils; no party in power claim
ing the fat cuts and giving the gizzard to
others; give each honest man his share
and no more; no rewarding friends and
punishing enemies—'E Pluribus Unum'
is now the motto—" Sine Qza non".—
and that is good Latin and sound doc
trine too.
Your friend,
J. DOWNING, Major.
&c. &c.
Loy x.--"If women do snarl up a tel
ler's heart strings, they keep him out of
other scrapes, any body will tell you that.
A man that is in love a leetle is not al
ways a ru,nning into ruin holes, and other
such places. He don't go a gamblin', and
isn't sneakin' round of nights."
A traveller stopped at an inn to break
fast, and having drank a cup of what was
given him, the servant asked, what will
you have, tea or coifed To which the tra
veller answered: "That depends upon
circumstances. If what you gave one last
was tea, 1 want coffee. If it was coffee, 1
want tea—l want a chaner."
"The times are harder and harder,"
says a western editor. "We have not
heard of a single steamboat explosion in
two weeks."
[WnoLE No. 2.15
From thc Baltimore A merican ,
The Sub trea bury•
The Washington Globe, in an article
on the passage of & the sub-treasury bill„
speaks thus—
.. But if there be one man who is pecu
liarly entitled to feel honest pride at the
result, it is the President. Best with the
very threshold of his administration, he
had the sagacity to discern, and the patri
otisin to recommed, the true remedy.—
Deserted by treacherous friends, and for
' saken, for a time, by whole communities,
he had courage to persist, 'calmly but firm
ly in what he deemed the right. He was
not alarmed by the raging of enemies,
nor discouraged by the lukewarmness
for disaffection of pretended ,friends.—
Imbued from childhood with an abiding
faith in the virtue and intelligence of the
people, he calmly awaited their "sober
second thought .' convinced that their
steady unbiased judgment would ultimate
ly sustain his patriotic course. Ile was
not deceived.—The voice of reason has
prevailed over the clamors and delusion
of faeticn."
We have no disposition to take from
the President aught pertaining to the au
thorship of the Sub-Treasury project. It
is his awe device—se purely and individ
ually his that the "sober second thought"
or any other kind of thought of the people
has had little to do with its adoption. In
consonance with his his peculiar system
of policy, which throughout whole public
life has been a system of management,
mystery and art the end, being to secure
power to himself without open responsi_
billty, and
.to exercise it, without disclo,
sing its secret springs—the sub-treasury
has worked its way thro' all opposition
and now stands established—though we
trust, but temporarily. It is ail attain
ment long looked forward to and to which
many preliminaries tended during Gen.
Jackson's administration. That it was
started Irmo the first end, that it is now
adopted upon any great general princi
ple of policy conscientiously adhered to
fur the public good, and without reference
to the individual interests of Mr. Van
Buren, few who know ,anything of the
President's mode of political action can
be made really to believe. Nor we ap •
prebend, will it be believed that the gen
eral wish of the people would have brought
the project into existence if party manage
merit had not been used together with the
influence of official patronage in urging it
through Congress—aud that too in a man
ner inure direct and decided than has ev
er been witnessed before since the estab
lishment of the Government.
The New York Star concludes an ar
ticle on this subject with those words—
What next they may give the Presi
dent may be easily imagined—any thing
he may have the courage to ask; if there
is time enough, they may pass the stan
ding army bill, and thus consummate the
treasonable union of the purse and sword.
There is yet "halm in Gilead." If
people are true to themselves and to their
institution, they will change their rulers;
if they tail in this the government will be
changed; it passes in effect to a monar
chy—money. is power, and with money
in the hands of unscrupulous men, any
change can be effected. There is no dis
guising the result. At this time, gloomy
ruined and bankrupted, all the prosperity
and enterprise of the county gone— at
this time, the people almost in despair,
Congress passes the sub-treasury, and by
that act puts chains upon the people. It
is folly to think that it can work well—
it is a measure that can work nothing but
ill.—is fetters industry and enterprise,
and make every thing subservient to the
government—it is literally what has fre
quently said of it, a separation between
the Government and the Peope.
Capital
We learn from the New Hampshire
Sentinel, that Mr. Hale, president of a V.
Buren convention held in Concord on the
9th July, and some of the orators of the
Jay, were deeply mortified at being de
serted in the midst of their most brilliant
speaking. The proceedings were in the
open air, and the inning cause of the mor
tification was a waggish Yankee pedlar,,
who stopped his cart just at a 'convenient
distance' from the forum of the Van Bu,
renites,and swinging his chapeau, com
menced singing the song— , Is hen this old
hat was new"—in fine style, and in a few
moments the orator was deserted. When
he finished, he put up his wares, and sold
quick at high prices. Wasn't
grazeful?"
Wanted by Uncle Sam.
AHOUSE -KEEPER, thoroughly a-
(painted with domestic economy,
and accustomed to manage an"extensive
establishment. A 11 talent Granny would
he pretertcd: