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Vie nuatiawdon Jlternal
Daniel Teague, Orbisonia; David. Blair,
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POETRY.
THE MORNING DRnam
Oh ! thou morning vision,
Why so soon depart ?
Bring thy joy Elysian
Once more to my heart !
Ah ! let me behold them—
Dear ones I deplore !
Bring that best and fairest,
Her, Love could not save !
Why should flowers the rarest
Earliest find a grave ?
Let me gaze upon her,
Beautiful as when
First in youth I won her—
Let rue gaze again !
T wine an orange blossom
In her raven curls,
And upon her bosom
Lay a cross of pearls :
Let her dark hair glisten,
Let her dark eyes shine,
While entranced I listen
To her song divine !
Ah ! a moment longer,
Vision bright, beguile !
Sleep ! in fetters stronger
Bind me yet awhile.
Vain ! entreaty scorning,
Vision ! thou bast flown !
And the cold, gray morning,
Sees me weep, alone !
SONG OF THE GREEK SLAVE.
Joy is a bird !
Catch it as it springs;
It will return no more
NN , hen once it spreads its wings,
Its song is gay but brief
The voice of sunny weather ;
But uh ! the bird and leaf
Vanish both together !
Joy is a flower !
•
Plucw ; t in its bloom ;
close its petals
if darker skies should glocnt.
it is a lovely thing.
And formed of sunny weather ;
Aut ah ! the fluwer and spring
Vanish both together !
Joy is a child !
Seize it in its mirth :
For soon its lip will knuw
The withering taint of earth.
Its eye is bright as truth,
A type of sunny weather ;
But ah ! the smile and youth,
Vanish both together !
Have you ever seen a snail'?" asked
a wag of a person not remarkable fur
speed. "Yes." "Then you must have
met him. for it is impossible for yaks to
have overtaken one,"
THE JO URNA L.
THE REPOSITORY.
A TALE
"I cannot account for it, mother, but /I
feel so anxious, so timid at the thought of
going to the Repository—l tear the ladies
who manage the establishment, may not
think these things worthy of a place in it,"
said Caroline Bradley, in a low voice, to
her grief-worn widowed parent, as the
latter sat holding on her knee and to her
bosom a lair-haired boy, whose pale coun
tensin::e and sunken eye testified that
sickness and want had recently been ex
erting but too strongly their Lanetul influ
ence upon his frame.
"And yet." continued Caroline. in a
still more subdued tone, "poor Alice was
always thought to draw so well."
The mother sighed deeply, casting at
the same time a mourful expressive glance
toward a corner of the meanly furnished
apartment, where lay, asleep, on a low
curtainless bed, the fever wasted form of
her fair-haired and once blooming Alice,
her beloved first-horn. A tear dropped
from the parent's eve. Caroline obser
ved the look and its results. "Oh, moth
er:" she exclaimed, "you do not think
Alice, our own dear Alice, worse? She
has slept soundly for these two or three
hours, and we were told, you remember,
that this would be a favorable sign; this is
the first time she has slept so calmly and
so sweetly."
Again the mother cast her eyes on the
form that reposed on the humble couch,
and said with a sad expression, "I wo old
not causelessly depress your hopes, my
kind Caroline, and I do think that the vi
olence of the fever has abated, with Al.
ice, as it has been for some days with this
poor boy, but her father's death weighs
sadly upon her, and there is another crush
inn load that lies upon her young affec
tions, have you not heard her murmur in
her broken dreams the name of her betroth
ed, and speak to him as if she believed
him to lie under the deep sea? Edward
Omer's silence for a year, or rather his de
ferred return, was pressing grievously
acut cuy upon your sister OMIT
this illness, Caroline, and now it is has •
toning her"—tears stopped the mother's
speech, and Caroline could not and did
not attempt to reply.
•'But, Caroline, my duteous, affection•
ate Caroline," continued Mrs. Bradley.
when she had regained her composure,
"we must not cease to exert ourselves,
for while there is life there is hope.
You have borne uncomplainingly, my
child, the loss of fortune and of friends,
you have been an administering spirit by
your father's bed, and have followed his
remains to the grave; you have performed
every household drudgery, and have en
dured, unrepiningly, the neglect and
scorn of those mound us; all of this you
have done, my good child, and you most
still bear on, for the sake of these help
less ones and me."
• "Yes, dear mother," exclaimed Caro
line, rising and throwing her arms round
her parent's neck, "Yes, I understand
you, I will go at once to the Repository."
hlt is our last resource, for our money
is nearly exhausted. Go. my dearest
girl. I don't blame you for being timid and
reluctant to make this first attempt to sell
our little articles; I can fully enter into
your feelings, but fie who has armed you,
to undergo so much, will support you,
still."
"No more, my mother, it is enough,"
replied Caroline, and she immediately
put on her bonnet, took up the little par.
eel, and left the humble abode which con
tained the wreck of her fallen family.
Caroline Wall arrived at the Reposito
ry. (an establishment, it is scarcely nee.
cessary to tell our readers, where small '
ornamental articles of female workman
ship were purchased and sold, and which
was instituted and managed by a number
of reipectable ladies.) Caroline tremb
ling knocked at this place, and, on its be
ing opened, was ushered into a back a
partment, where several females were a
waiting the same object as herself.
These individuals, however, unlike the
new coiner, were cheerful and happy,
and as they waited to be received in turns
engaged themselves in light hearted con
t;2atiun. Poor Caroline placed herself
in a corner, sa t ur i!!eeded by any of
her temporary compit,,ons, n!" indeed,
seemed to despise the unknowi; strang=" - •
attired as she was in a sorely worn bift.;Y:
cloak, and a large faded bonnet, which
completely covered up her fine features.
The object of their neglect, nay, we are
sorry to say, of their sneers, heeded them
not; her thoughts had wandered back to
that poorly furnished home, where her be.
loved sister and brother languished in sick
ness and sorrow. The image of her mos
titer ruse up in Caroline's mind—of her
mother kneeling and imploring a blessing
upon her little ones; and then Caroline
thought of her father; she pictured him
clothed in the garments of the blest, and
filling a place in heaven, as the guardian
angel of his bereaved & sorrowing family.
'Happy thought, he is now watching over
"ONE COUNTRY, OAR CONSTITUTION, ONE DESTINY."
A. W. BENEDICT PUBLISHER AND PROPRIETOR.
lIUNTINGDON, PENNSYLVANIA, WEDNESDAY, JUNE 2. 1841.
us,' exclaimed she involuntarily, clasping
her hands. The words were unconsci
ously uttered aloud. They were the first
Caroline hail uttered, and they produced
a look of compassion from some aad a
laugh from others.
One and another of the applicants had
been called in succession, and then came
Caroline's turn. She arose on being sum
moned—her heart beat quicker, and her
cheek grew paler, but she uttered a fer
vent internal petition, and her agitation
and timidity passed away, though she
could not divest herself of a sense of the
momentous importance of the decision a
bout to be pronounced. Several ladies
were in waiting to receive the work. 'And
pray. young woman, what have you
brought?' said an elegantly dressed fe
male, in a cold and haughty tone. 'Some
small ornaments, madam,' was the reply.
'Let me see them. Very well-done, very
tolerably done.' Another lady observed,
that one of the baskets was very neatly
finished, and other remarks were made
upon the remainder of the articles. Car,
oline was full of hope, but alas, the ladies
were not speaking officially, they were
only gratifying their own curiosity. Af
ter a time, the one who had first spoken
observed, 'Really, young woman, tt would
have been much better had you employed
yourself in making some useful articles
of needle work, such as children's caps,
or any other thing of that kind. The Re
pository is so overstocked with ornamen
tal articles, that we have resolved to take
no more of them at present. Therefore 1
would advise you to return home and
work for a week or two at common needle
work, and, if it be. well done, we may,
perhaps receive it.'
Caroline was so struck with disappoint
ment, that she felt herself unable to speak
in reply to this chilling decision. A sick
ening feeling of despair crept over her as
she silently folded up the articles, and
prepared to leave the room. Just as she
was doing so, however, the door opened,
and two ladies entered. The ladies of
the Repository rose to receive the entrants
wnu sugntly acanowieugen toe courtesy
offered to them. The eldest of the two
fixed a penetrating glance on the retiring
Caroline, and asked her kindly if her or.
titles had not met with a sale. 'I have
made a mistake, Madam,' was the reply,
in tremulous accents, for the heart of the
speaker was swelling in her breast; l
was not aware that ornaments were so
little wanted here, for this is my first at
tempt.' 'Perhaps you will allow me to
look at them,' said the lady in a kind
tone. Caroline immediately produced
them, and the elder of the too ladies, af
ter looking at them attentively. address
ed the managers of the Repository.
think, ladies, you must have bestowed
only a cursory glance at the performances
of this young person, otherwise you must
have observed the beauty of these flowers
in this basket, and the excellency both of
the drawing and coloring of the whole.
Look at this—would not one almost ima
gine that nature herself had held the pen
cil here?'
Caroline's already softened heart was
overpowered by these kind words. She
burst into tears. 'These flowers were
painted by mv sister,' she sobbed, 'alas,
I fear ---:"You fear what, love?'
said the elder lady, soothingly. fear
madam that she will never draw or paint
flowers again,' returned Caroline. 'ls
she ill, my dear?' asked the lady. 'She
has been laboring under a low fever for
months, and it was to enable us to pur
chase sonic comforts for her, that I came
hither now,' said Caroline.
The lady instantly drew out her purse,
and was about to place it hastily into the
weeping girl's hands, but instinctive deli
cacy checked her, or perhaps something
in Caroline's appearance—the graceful
ness of her form, which the humble dress
could not hide—the purity of her language,
and elegance of manner—these circum
stances it may be, led the sympathising
lady to restrain the first impulse, and
give her charity a form less calculated to
hurt the feelings of its object. She took
up Caroline's little packet of ornamental
articles, and exclaimed, "I will purchase
these things from you—you shall not have
come in vain for relief to your pour sis
ter. Take this purse. Nay," continued
the lady, observing Caroline to hesitate on
account of the seeming value of its con
terits—"nay if it be too much, you shall
,„„,'.:e stone, more things for me—your sis
ter, w h en he renvers, will do it." Car
oline took the pure, and seizing the gen
erous giver's hand, presset; it to her lips,
exclaiming while the tears fell 1 .- se, .011,
madam, you do not know how much god
you have done by this ! You and yours
will have our prayers forever! Ali if my
sister recovers, she will do all that -you
wish !"rhe poor girl could say no more,
but again kissing her benefactor's hod,
she turned to depart. She was stopped,
however, for a moment by the lady, who
made her promise to return again within
a few days, to the Repository. Caroline,
ti '" h to use the exressive language oh
•
Shakspeare, 'her pride fell with her for
tune,' was gratefully sensible of the lady's
delicacy in not inquiring into the abode of
the family whom she had relieved, and
promised at once to meet the generous
friend at the same place in the course of
the following week.
Leaving the Repository and its mana
gers, who, to do them justice, were soles
what moved at the scene which had taken
place, Caroline took her way toward the
mean, dark alley where her abode was
situated. She held as she went, the purse
firmly grasped in her hand, and tor the
first time in her itfe was covetously afraid
of losing it. ''lt may save them," she
murmured, as she passed it to her bosom,
'it may save them—it may be the means
of restoring them to health, and then I
will work for them—oh! how I will work
fur them. Though /cannot draw or paint
so well as Alice, I can do plain work,
that at least will be taken at the Reposi
tory.' The heart of Caroline lighted as
she thus communicated with herself on
her way homeward. As she drew nigh
that house she even checked herself on
for the cheerfulness of her feelings, as a
mood of mind, unsuited to the situation of
those she loved. One thought, too, of her
father, came across her memory and sub
dued her buoyancy. But what was her
surprise, on reaching the door of her a
bode, to hear a merry laugh from her lit
tle brother, such as he used to vent in
former days, but which had long been un
heard from his lips 1 A manly, cheerful'
voice also sounded from the dwelling, the
tones of which were at once familiar and
strange to Caroline's ear. Amazed at
what she heard, she opened the door, and
a most unexpected scene met her eye.
tier sister Alice was sitting partly dressed
on her low couch; her pale countenance
lighted up with a beaming smile, and her
head supported on the bosom of a tall
handsome youth, whose fine features ex
hibited a striking mixture of sorrow and
delight, as he hung over the wasted, tho'
lovely being enfolded in his arms. The
mother sat gazing fondly on this pair,
wan an expression or Hype once more it
turning her aspect, and the little boy wits
delightedly playing with the sword of the
stranger, who was dressed in a naval uni
form.
All this Caroline saw at a glance, and
she required no more than a glance to
comprehend the cause. 'Edward Omer!'
she exclaimed rushing joyfully to the
side of her sister's bed. 'Yes,' said the
young officer, as he imprinted a brother's
kiss on C;roline's brow :'yes Caroline, it
is Edward Omer, returned to his Alice.—
Oh, that I should find her thus!' said he,
bending a look almost of agony on the
thin pallid cheek that rested his breast,
and pressing his lips to it again and again,
'but she is still mine, she is still spared
to me, and we shall yet be happy.' 'Ed
ward ! Edward I' interposed the anxious
mother,"this agitation is too much for
the poor child.' 'No mother,' murmured
the weak tone of Alice, his words, his
voice, his love was light to me.'
Mrs. Bradley, however, pursuaded her
lover to permit his betrothed—for such
Alice had long been—to take her pillow.
Subsequently, seated by the side of his
mistress, and with bar hand locked in his,
Edward Omer detailed to them his adven
tures, and the cause of his protracted 0-
Bence.—He had been seized with a lever,
as the vessel to which lie belonged was in
the Eastern seas, and had been left on shore
by his companions, as one passed all hope.
After his recovery, he had long been de
tainel, contrary to his expectations, by
being employed on a local mission con
n acted with the afThirs of the great Com
pany of which he was a servant. lie had
written several times by the hands of pri
vate friends to Alice, but the altered sit
uation of the Bradley family had prevent
ed his letters from ever reaching their des
tination.
In their turn, Mrs. Bradley and Caro
line communicated to Edward the sad
story of their reverses, (which were the
consequences of a lawsuit) of Mr. Brad
ley's death, and of the illness with which
the family had been visited. Many, many
were the praises which Edward bestowed
on Cat oline, as the details of her udweari
etl exertions, and her affectionate watch
ings by the sick bed of her father, and
her sister, and her brother, fell from her
mother's lips. Caroline's kind heart was
deeply gratified b) his thanks. But she
would give Alice her due, and, undeterred
by any feeling of false pride, she told her
sister's beautiful work had attracted the
notice of a generous lady, and the come.
quences that had ensued from it.
We have not now very much of the story
io tell. Alice recovered rapidly from the
effects of her fever, a result owing partly,
it may be supposed, to her removal to a
better abode, and also to her lover's con
stant attendance on her during her con
valescence. When that convalescence
had ripened into confirmed health, Ed
ward Omer and she were united. Long
ere this time, however, a considerable
change had taken place in Caroline's po-
sition. At the time app&nted she had met
the person who had been her benefactress
on the former occasion at the Repository,
and had explained the whole history of her
family to that lady, as well as the happy
prospects that had recently dawned on
Alice. Afterwardsthe kind old lady, who
was the widow of the English peer, visited
Mrs. Bradley, and from what she heard
from the fond mother, became more and
more interested in Caroline, whom she
' found to be as highly accomplished as she
was finely endowed in disposition. The
consequence was, that the worthy lady
exerted her influence among her friends,
and speedily obtained so many pupils For
Caroline, as gave her the prospect of main
taining her mother and brother in respec
tability and comfort.
This true history is ended. Caroline
Bradley has now remained in the position
I have just described for several years,
and has nut belied the expectation of the
noble hearted lady who placed her in it. l
Caroline's pupils, indeed, actually idolized
her, and this it is said, is the principal
reason which has prevented her from lis
tening to certain overtures on the part of
Captain Other's brother, a rising member
of the mercantile world. The happiness
of Alice with Captain Omer, will, howev
er, it is thought, tempt Caroline some day
soon to leave her beloved pupils to the
care'of . some other guide and instructress.
This supposition receives some counte
nance from the fact, that her brother, hay
ing shown a decided likeness for the pro.
Cession of a met chant, has recently been
placed under the care of the gentleman re
ferred ito.
A lady who was desperately fond of
play, was confessing herself. The priest,
among other arguments to dissuade her
from gaming, said that she ought to con
sider the loss of time. "Ms, father," said
she, " it is always what vexes me—so
much time is lost in shuffling the cards!"
rI
can tell you how to save that ere hoss,'
said A tiarkc) to a Mon in wcst street.
who was looking rcry earnestly at a akcl
eton of a horse attached to a vehicle heav
ily loaded with oysters. you?--
say on." "Why just slip him away while
the crows are at roost."
A backwoodsman about to encounter a
bear in the forest, and distrusting his own
strength a little, made the following very
sensible prayer: "Oh Lord! here's a go•
hag to he one of the greatest bear fights
you ever did see! Oh Lord, help me—
but if you can't help me, for God's sake,
don't help the bean'!"
"The beth vegetable," said a lisping old
maid, "that ever I eat wath a clam." She
ought to marry the Irishman who said,—
"of all shell fisit I prefer an egg." Or
the one who said, the best piece of meat he
ever eat was "a raw roast potato boiled."
"Have you Goldsmith's Greece?" ask •
ed a gentlemen on entering a bookstore in
Broadway, “No sir; but they have some
excellent bear's oil in the next door," re
plied the counter boy.
The arrogant air of foppish indolence
'always disgusts a man of common sense.
One honest, industrious mechanic,is worth
the whole herd of perfumed exquisites,
who infest our streets with their collars
turned down and not a cent in their pock
ets.
Milton was asked if he intended to in
struct his daughter in the different lan
guages—to which he replied, "No sir,
one tongue is sufficient for a woman."
LIFE IN THE WEST.—Some idea may
be formed of the state of society in some
portions of the western country, by the
following advertisement which we clipped
from a paper in the back woods:
ft ork Done Cheap.—The subscriber is
prepared to do all the fighting for his
neighbors within fifty mules; men will be
knocked down and dragged out at a reas
onable price, and payment received in
grain, potatoes or whiskey. Apply to
Wilson Williams, at his cabin in Strick
er's Settlement.
Insolence Rebuked.—Beaumarchais, the
author of the "Marriage of Figaro," was
the son of a Parisian watchmaker, but
raised himself to fame, wealth, and rank,
by the mere force of his talents. A young
nobleman, envious of his reputation, once
undertook to wound his vanity and pride
by an allusion to his humble origin —han
ding him his watch, and saying "Examine
it, sir; it does not keep time well ; pray
ascertain the cause." Beaumarchais ex •
tended his hand awkwardly, as if to re•
ceive the watch, but contrived to let it
fall on the pavement. "You see, my dear
sir," replied he, "you have applied to the
wrong person; my father always declared
that I was too awkward to be a watchma•
ker."
[WHOLE No. 285.
The Stamford Sentinel says, they have
got a man in that place y'clept Noah
Webb, who is a real Jack at all trades. If
the following is true of him, Noah could
have "held a candle" at least, to his great
namesake of Ark building memory.
Besides letting out boats and repairing
jewelry, opening oysters and teaching the
accordion, cutting hair, and dealing in
stoves, mending furniture, and cleaning
watches, selling fruit, and pulling teeth,
selling fish, and buying shares in the At
lantic Steam Packet Company, teaching
dancing, and the best way to hoe potatoes;
he lectures his customers on the sci..us
of phrenology, while he is act:wanting on
the flavors of his round clams. He also
"takes the papers."
The New Orleans Times says that the
"honey moon" was called thus, because
so many in seeking the honey of matrimo
ny, get slung after the first month.
LAUGH WHEN YOU MUST.—Connubial
Felicity.— Mr. Slang used to say "my
horses, my boys." Mr. Slang now inva
riably says, "our horses, our boys," or our
farm. 'this substitution of our for my, by
Mr: Slang, was brought about thus;
Mr. Slang had just married a second
wife. On the day after the wedding, Mr.
Slang casually remarked, "I now intend
to enlarge my dairy."
"You mean our dairy, my dear," repliN
ed Mrs. Slang.
"No," ghoth Mr. Slang, "I say ply dai
ry."
"Say OUR dairy, Mr. Slang."
"No, MY dairy.
"Say ova dairy, say Goa," screamed
Mrs. Slang, seizing the poker.
"My dairy, MY dairy!" vociferated the
husband.
'Our dairy, OUR dairy!" reechoed the
wife, emphasising each 'our' with a blow
of the poker upon the back of the cring
ing spouse.
Mr. Slang retreated under the bed
clothes, and remained under several min
utes, waiting for a calm. At length his
wifia saw him thrustin g his head out at the
foot of the bed, much like a turtle from
his shell.
"What are you looking for, Mr. Slane"
said she. "I'm looking my dear," sniv
elled he, "to see any thing of oust hat."
The struggle was over. It was our hor
ses, our dairy, and on the next Sunday
morning he very humbly asked her if he
might nut wear our clean linen breeches to
church.
OPINION.-TheAx man who stops his
paper, solely because he is asked to make
payment for it, would, without weeping,
stand by and sec his grandfather hung.
l'hem's our sentiments. The Cincinnati
Sun thinks so, too. Don't you, brother
Peck ?
A VALUABLE rEESCRIPTION.--A gen
tleman gave his wife a dollar a day for
every day she did not complain of ill
health. If she uttered any complaint her
wages were stopped for that day. She
was perfectly cured by this treatinekt.
An old coquette, looking into her glass,
and seeing her wrinkles, cried, '•This
new glass is not worth a farthing. They
cannot make mirrors as well as they used
to do.
WOMAN'S VOICE.—How consoling to
the mind, oppressed by heavy sorrow, is
the voice of an amiable woman! Like
sacred music, it imparts to the soul a fee
ling of celestial serenity, and as a gentle
zephyr, refreshes the wearied senses with
its soft and mellifluous tones. Riches
may avail much in the hour of affliction;
the friendship of man may alleviate for a
time the bitterness of woe; but the angel
voice of woman is capable of producing a
lasting effect on the heart, and communi
cates a sensation of delicious composure
which the mind had never before expe
rienced, even in the moments of its high
est felicity.
A witness being called to give his testi.
mony in court, in the State of New York,
respecting the loss of a shirt, gave the fol
lowing:
ii.Moshet said that Rulh said that Nell
said that Poll told her that she see a man
that see a boy run through the street with
a streeked flannel shirt all checker check.
er; and our gals won't lie, for mother has
whipped them a hundred times for lying.',
". Some love to roam,' as the fellow
sung when lie run away from the Consta
ble."—Rocheater Daily Advertiser.
We can better that. "Some love to
roam," as Van Buren's Sub-Treasurers
sung when they run away with the pee.
ple's money.—Ed. Buffalo Jo%mai.
IT ti SAID the reason why old maids
are so fond of cats, is because they giro
out arrks when rubbed.