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THE HUNTINGDON JOURNAL,
"One country, one constitution, one destiny.
■sniingdon, July 27, ISI2.
ria , The Watchman" of the 13th inst.
contains a communication from General A.
P. WILsoN, in which he makes sundry alle
gations against General S. MILES GREEN,
in reference to the election for Major Gen
eral. We can, of course, not speak of the
precise motives of the author of the commu
nication referred to ; but it we are permitted
to Judge from the avidity with which the
boco Poco presses in this CONGRESSIONAL
DIsTRICT snatch up the said communication
and lay it before their readers, their inten
tion, at least, must be to make political capi
tal out of a !natter that even if true, would
tie very swat..
The following communication in answer to
the we spokes of, we received en Tuesday
evening of last week, too late for publication
in our paper of the next clay. In reply to
General Wilson, General Green holds forth
46 follows:
T. N. CaemEn, Esq.
Man SIR—A friend
Was just drawn my attention to a eommu
ticatian in the "Democratic Watchman"
IA the 18th inst., over the signature of A.
P. Wilson. In this, the General seems to
take the result of the recent election for
Major General of the 10th division, rather
in dudgeon, and refers to me, in no appar
ent good humor, as the cause; and, as I
Infer, imputes unfair dealing towards him
'-and by me too. Why my friend, Gen
era! Wilson, feels thus towards me, I
cannot tell, unless, it may be, that I am
an uncompromising and undeviating Whig
—a domestic manufacturer, and a Tariff
man,—and he the reverse ! I But this
should not excite animosity, or call forth
bitter feelings, in private life.
The occurrences atthe election referred
to, so far as I can recollect, are these : I
met Major Caldwell, in obedience to the
law, and his notificataon, at Mr. Hazlett's
Tavern, on the 4th of July, about 12 M.
It the course of a few hours after; eight or
ten officers made their appearance, from
the different sections of the Brigade. It'
was then asked by some of them, who are
the candidates? General Potter was na.
. med, also General Wilson; by whom I do
not recollect. But this I do recollect,
that Major Miller, from Boalsburg, said
he would not Tote for Mr. Potter, but
would vote for the " man in Huntingdon,'
wiz: General Wilson. Others mentioned
that Major Smith, of Centre county, was
a candidate, &c. During this time I was
sitting at a table with Major Caldwell, in
the election room; the Major busily en
gaged distributing his warrants to the dif
ferent officers, to be handed over to con
stables for collection. I was drawing up
a caption for the election returns. A
question arose, should we be sworn? and
if so, who should swear us, to hold the
election. As there were divers Lawyers,
who were also officers, we opined it was
beat to have e Justice of the Peace; and
-sent for Esq. Law. In the meantime, the
officers were sauntering about, discussing
the subject of the election, &c. When
ready, some one asked for tickets—we had
none. I was asked to write some. For
whom shall t write said I. For John
Potter, said one. You had better write
ataiefor General Wilson, said another.--
Jilting understood that these gentlemen
war both candidates, I did write tickets
for both of theta at the special reran of
THE JOURNAL.
some of our brother officers —and this tti,
.‘ unauthorized" by either General Potter
r or Wilson, and not thinking it an un
warrantable or uncalled for intermed
' tiling" with either of their names, or with
out any sinister motive; but as an act de
grace towards the gentlemen.
It is most true, that General Wilson
never intimated to me, that he was a can
' didate for Major General ; and it is also
las true, that I never asserted that General
Wilson was a candidate, from my own'
knowledge. But who will pretend to say,
that the question of Major General was ,
not the pivot, upon which the result of the
recent election for military officers, in the
2(1 Brigade, turned? Surely no one.--
Well, what was the question, It was,
whether General Potter should be re-elec
ted, or General II ilson. This was bruited
about from one end of the Brigade to the
other—from Company to Battalion—from
Battalion to Regiments, &c. Why, at
the polls at Birmingham, (luring the pro
gress of the election, Major Bell had to
mount the stump," and publicly declare
that his friends were mistaken as to his
predilections for Major General, and that
if reelected, he would not vote for General
Wilson; and this too, before he could
turn the current of voting in his favor
although he, Major Bell; was the favorite,
and popular candidate!! His election
would unquestionably have been lost,
without this open and avowed declaration.
It was also stated by a gentleman from
Williamsburg, that General Wilson was
a candidate, if his friends were sure they
could elect him, but not otherwise!! This
idea of toy friend Wilson being a candt•
date continued until after Col. Johnston,
of Huntingdon, arrived, who stated that
General Wilson was not a candidate, and
I think Col. Stewart made the same state
ment. But this was after nearly all had
voted. General Gates was also present,
but did not enter the election room. I
was told he had said that Mr. Wilson was
not now a candidate. 'We were together
for some time, but he did not mention it
to me.
This succint statement I know to be
substantially correct; and as Major Cald.
well was all the time present, and cogni
zant of the facts, acting in conjunction
with me, I am sure he will verify it.
General Wilson doubts whether I would
have written tickets for Inns, if I " serious
ly thought" he was a candidate!!! I
most conscientiously thought he was a
candidate, and the' elo: e wrote tickets for
Mm, as well as fot Mr. Potter, which were
scattered promiscuously upon the table.
I thought this but common justice, as Ma
jor Miller had expressed a wish to vote for
Mr. Wilson, and it had not at this time
been intimated that he was not a candidate.
If I had not written tickets, others would
and then it would have been imputed to
me that I was too rancorously and bitterly
inclined towards Mr. Wilson, so much so
as not even to write him a ticket!! I But
if, connected with these circumstances, wri-
ting these tickets was wrong, then was I
in error.
Now as to my feelings towards General
Wilson, I have none of animosity. He
has always treated me personally as a gen
tleman, with politeness and distinction;
and I feel assured, that he will do me the
justice to say, that I have so treated him.
I know where the General lives, and I
hope I am not so obscure as not to be
known to km.
S. MILES GREEN,
Burree Forge, July 19, 1842.
To Travellers and the Public.
'lle undersigned citizens of Hunting
don and its vicinity adopt this method to
put the public upon their guard, and to
warn them of the danger of travelling on
the Packet Bost commanded by a certain
Jacob Leibhart, and thus publicly assign
their reasons, believing it to be the duty
of every citizen to inform their friends, of
any facts which will secure them from
difficulty and danger.
We were passengers, on a boat charter
ed to carry the Ladies and Gentlemen of
our place to the Convention at Alexandrii,
(which boat paid the same rate of toll as
the Packet.) On our return the Packet
commanded by Leibhart, was behind ; and
"ONE COUNTRY, ONE CONSTITUTION, ONE DESTINY."
HUNTINGDON, PENNSYLVANIA, WEDNESDAY, JULY 27, 1842.
under his instructions his driver commen
ced an unavailing attempt to overtake,
and pass us, while the continued applica
tion of the whip showed their want of
feeling for their horses. At Morrison's
Lock, an upward-bound boat kept us from
getting into the lock until the packet came
along side and occupied the towing path
side of the entrance, (never before having
come within the prescribed distance for
freight boats) and thus hindered our boat
from getting further into the lock, (it
was already partly in.) The Captain and
his crew, (worthy associates of such a Cap
tain,) took the bow line of their boat on
shore, and each brandished a bowie knife
or dirk, the common weapons of cowards
and assassins. Threatening instant death
to any who should attempt to put them
back that our boat might enter. The
chivalrous captain of the PaCket having
sent his negro cook to his boat to arm him
self with the carving knives, took a retired
position behind his knights of the dag
ger," and prated loudly of his claims to
the character of a gentleman.
After a long time spent, in ruffian
threats and vile blackguardism, and find
ing that we could and would, without
any tear of their knives peaceably mainm
tain our position, the Captain "backed
his boat" and gave us the lock. When
our boat was leaving the lock and while
under the bridge immediately below the
lock, the Captain, or some of his miscre
ant crew, drew the wickets, and by the
swell raised, lifted our boat, (on the deck
of which were scores of men, women and
children) up against the bridge. No pen
can describe the scene! One appalling
crash—one general and heart-rending
cry of terror told that, unless the hand of
Cod was there, their demoniac work of
death was complete; and while the air
was filled with the cries of the saved for
their friends, and with the groans, and
screams of the old and young, who were
crushed into a living mass beneath the
bridge, this inhuman and bend-like band
raised a yell of triumph, and with the grim
laugh of demons told with what joy and
gratification they would gloat over the
bruised and mangled bodies of the killed
and wounded, and the mental anguish of
their friends. An over-ruling Providence
guarded the right. No .material injury
was sustained, and the rejoicing of the
fiends was turned to mourning.
Thus publicly we relate the facts, that
• travellers and their friends may know, that
if they would travel recut e from scenes of
guilty strife and blood-shed, they must seek
safety and quiet on the !,oats of Captains
Morton, Elliot, Russel or Hoffman, none
of whose former crews now tell their tales
of guilt and blood, to the silent walls of the
Penitentiary cell,
John Read, G. Dorsey,
W. B. Zeigler, E. 1): Everhart,
D. Buoy, David Long,
A. H. Bumlaugh, R. S. Seeds,
V. Swoope, A. T. Benedict,
11 m. Jlfrica , .H. E. Benedict, &
Jacob Cresswell, two children,
D. McMurtrie, Jr. C. M. McCabe,
II Micas Hall,
A. M. Armitage,
James Levezly, Jemitna Whittaker,
J. Gwin, 11wiry Raymond,
Thos. Read. Martha Carmom,
Hugh Kelly,
Geo. B. Peck,
A. Ilumbaugh,
.9. M. Hagey,
John Westbrook, Hannah Paha,
John C. Smith, Henrietta McCabe,
fcm. Hazzard, Mariah King,
Joseph Rigger,
Elizabeth Read,
Catherin lbcCollem,
The male portion of those Who were
passengers on the boat " Washingtonian" on
the 4th, subsequently held two meetings in
the Coda House in this place, for the pur
pose of expressing their views on the occur
rences at MOVHSOU'S lock: At the latter of
said meetings it was resolved that the above
manifesto be signed by the passengers and
published.
There is a man somewhere, who boldly
avows that his wife must have been one of
the original apostles--because, he says,
she has got the gift of tongues" in an
almost supernatural manner,
A person choked with a potatne will
find relief' by swallowing a pumpkin.
InnsLrry.—An old bachelor talking of
single blessedness.
Short Patent Sermon.
BY " DOW, $11."
The following stanza by H. T. Tucker
man, will compose my text for the present
occasion :
Give me the boon of love
Fame's trumpet strains depart;
But love's sweet lute breathes melody
That lingers in the heart ;
And the scroll of fame will burn
When sea and earth consume,
But the rose of love in a happier sphere.
Will live in deathless bloom!
My hearers—pure love, love without
licentiousness or sensuality, is manufac
tured by the angels in heaven expressly
for this terrestrial market. It is a glori
ous thing for us that a friendly intercourse
is still maintained in relation to this in
dispensable commodity : for without love,
we should be as morose and miserable as
an old maid without tea. It keeps the
heart moist with the genial dews of Wee,-
tion—:-renders soft and pliable the purity
of pity—and calls up spirits of compassion
from the vasty deep of human selfishness.
I know there are some who prefer :ame to
love--who had rather plunge headlong
into perdition with the world's applause,
than push for paradise alone and unnoti.
ced. But my friends, why should they
make a fever in the brain, and set their
blood boiling fer the sake of gaining a
wreath whose green leaves shall but dec
orate a withered brow, and wave above a
bosom barren in peace and comfort? Give
me the boon of love! I had much rather
lay oft" and bask in the warm sunshine
of affection, than to be led by crazy ambi
tion to the top of the mountain, where cold
winds rave and everlasting snows encom
pass. Oh, I hail rrler lean upon the
breast that beats responsive to mine, and
feast upon kisses, than sit pavillioned up•
on a knightly throne and be pricked by the
pins of care, an object of fear and favor,
but not of love.
My friends—renown is but a hollow
sound that echoes through the silent halls
of death, where it (lies away, and is heard
no more: The path of fame is a dreary
and dangerous one—now leading through
a gleonly vale of disappointment, and now
bordering upon precipices and dangerous
chasms; down which one may tumble ere
he is aware of it, and break himself into so
many small pieces, that while one eve is
hunting after his nose, the other could go
to sleep for an hour, and wake up in time
to see it properly adjusted. One single
wild flower plucked from the path of love
--no matter how lowly or humble it may
be—looks prettier and smells sweeter than
the brightest blossom ambition ever culled
from the hot house of fame. There is as
much difference between the two as there
is between a toadstool and the hantl?omest
hollyhocks that grow spontaneously on
the outskirts of heaven. 0, then give me
the boon of love. The will-o-wisp of fame
shines at a distance with a cold, phosfor
escent glow, amid the togs of doubt and
uncertainty ; but the glow of love is near
and cheering. It gradually warms a per
son all over, front one extremity to the'
other—thaws out feelings of tenderness
that have lain congealed in a long winter
of misanthropy—and every now and then
drops a new spark on the tinder of his
affections. One tender glance from the
bright eye of beauty, in a cold day, will
throw caloric enough into the soul to kcep
the body warm for a week; and our titer..
mometers of joy and pleasure will stand
upon an average at fever heat. But the
name of glory, my friends, burns fitfully
and scorchingly for a tew moments upon
the funeral pyre of man's happiness, and
then leaves him surrounded by the mid
night darkness of the tomb,
My dear friends--give me but the boon
of love, and I will ask no other. There
is no more music in the wild harsh trent:
pet strains of fame, than there is in a wo
man's whistling. They resound for a
while over mountain and plain, rousing
toads, lizzards and loafers to peep front
their holes in wonder and astonishment—
and then depart forever; but the soft,
sweet lute of love, breathes heaven-born
melody, that lingers in the bosom when
bereft of all other enjoyment, and causes
the heart-strings to vibrate with joy, even
at the door of the tomb. When the snows
of age shall settle upon us, and life's land
scape looks sad and dreary--when the
song of mirth and jolity have ceased to
please--the recollection of love's early
music will awaken such pleasing echoes
in our bosoms, as shall oft cause us to for
get that we are old, and are not able to
properly appreciate what we so lavishly
admire. Though the winter of our exist
ence shall have set in upon us, and the
trees of our youth shall have been stripped
of its verdure, the leaves of love will start
lore' anew in the warm sun of memory--
and they will flourish for a short time as
fresh and fair as though they were not
soon, soon to be destroyed by frosts of
forgetfulness.
y hearers—seek not for fame. Its
scroll will be burnt to ashes, when the dust
of your bodies shall mingle with its origi
nfir dust; but seek for love—for that
abideth forever. When this world of ours
shall be shipwrecked upon the unknown
shore of eternity—when combustion shall
take place, and all things perish amid the
sinful wreck of matter—Love ; immortal
Love, shall Phccnix-like rise from her own
ashes, and wing her way to those realms
of glory, where Honor has no seal—where
Paine is stripped of her laurels—and where
the steam of Ambition is blown ofrforever.
Look for the rose of love, my friends, in
the garden of virtue. Pluck it—place it
in your bosom— water it with the tears of
affection—and it will never hide. Its per.
fumes will never be exhausted—its leaves
will never fall--and not a petal will with
er. It will continue in deathless bloom
through countless ages of eternity, in a
better sphere than this ; that is to say, if
it is never exposed to the storms of ne
glect, nor wilted before thu burning of dis
sipation. So mote it be.
The Value of the Sotil.
Leaving, for a moment, the littleness
of the present day, let us return our minds
to a loftier sphere, and a nobler theme.
Lon" before the Gospel was preached
by the fishermen of Gallilee, the tribes on
the earth seta high value upon the human
soul, and decreed t the rifled casket, the
Idead body of man, the rites of sepulchre.
Was this becaue the human dust was
any better than other dust 1 because the,
beetles that fed upon the lip of manly
beauty and maiden loveliness were differ
ent from the ones that penetrated the
carcase of the antelope or the fawn? No.
But because the temple, once inhabited
by a god, was deemed to be a consecrated
place, and superstition and ignorance,
united with learning and religion, to trea
sure up its ashes. Hence, the pyramid,
with its embalmed Pharaohs; hence, the
turneli in Asia and America; hence, the
swinging coffins of the North American
savages.
The old Trish, when an infant smiled in
its sleep, believed that the angels were
whispering to it of the joys of Heaven,
and looked on in awe-struck si!ence.—
Through the Scandinavian mythology,
the immortality of the soul, and the value
of it, are seen like things slightly hinted
at, but not positively asserted: The In
dians of Oceanica, before a sal! ever
whitened the blue bays of their lovely is,
lands, worshipped God by symbols, and
sang requiems to the spirit of their (lead.
Man, from the beginning, in darkness
and light, in ignorance and learning, has
valued the soul.
No animal takes care of its neighbor ' s
carcase. The silkworm weaves its silken
shroud, it is true, but it does it to preserve
life, and put on, in the shape of the but
terfly, the gorgeous livery of Heaven.—
Man, only, saves the ashes of his species.
If the soul is not immortal, what sense
less mockery it is to build a monument to
its memory.
And can men, in the 19th century, be•
lieve that they will die like cattle, and be
changed into grass, to he eaten by others?
Horrible thought! 0, if it was not for the
belief that in a brighter world the poor and
the suflering, would reap their rewatd, who
would live?
Would a man suffer a year, to be anni
hilated at the end of it? Would he starve
on, to die and be forgotten? The sou:,
then, is of immense value—it has worth in
places where nothing else has intrinsic
value—it is worshipped where God is
scarcely Worshipped in any form. The
red man believes it will be a swift hunter
upon the flowery prairies of Paradise; the
Mahomedan believes it will be a Turk,
luturiantly smoking the sacred hooker in
a harem of lanais; the Christian believes
it will be a bright creature, in robes of pu
rest white, striking a golden harp to the
seraph's voice around the throne of God.—
The whole world value it. It keeps men
from self-destruction, and brings joy to
the vale of tears. The winter and . the
'spring show that after death there will
dawn a brighter life, and the water that
goes up in the clouds and comes down in
crystal showers, painted with the bright
colors of the rainbow, proves that troubled
spirits may be raised from the earth in
tempests, and returned in purity and
glory.
Let the politician and the worldling
then act in character with such a soul.—
He that is to live forever should begin life
well, for old men seldom become converted
to new courses in the autumn of life, and
habit, like a fetter, will bind the most
restless spirit down.
" George Washington Napoleon Jack+
son Hannibal Harrison?"
" Ma'am!"
"Tell Josephine Rosina Cleopatra to
bring up the slop pail."
" Yes, ma'am."
" And don't let me catch you playing
with Jack Jones again. How often have
I told you never to play with a boy that
had but two names, and particularly such
l a vulgar name as Jack Jones."--)V. Y.
I Aurora.
[WnoLE No. 341.
Matrimonial Anecdote.
'fhe Rev. Mr. o—, a respectable
clergyman in the interior of the State, re
lates the following anecdote :—A couple
came to him to get married ; after the knot
was tied, the bridegroom addressed him
with Dow much do you as, Mister?"
" Why," replied the clergyman, " I
generally take whatever may be offered
to me. Sometimes more and sometimes
less. I leave it to the bridegroom."
" Yes—but how much do you ax, I
say?" repeated the happy man.
"I have just said," returned the cies--
eYmoni "that I left it to the decision of the
bridegroom. Some give me ten dollars I
some five ; sonic three ; some two ; some
one ; and some only a quarter of one."
"A quarter, ha I" said the bride
groom ; " well, that's as reasonable as a
body could as. Let me see if I've gel
the money." Ile took out his pocket book,
there was no money there ; he fumbled in
all his pockets, but not a sixpence could
he find. " Dang it," said lie, I thought I
had some money with me; but I recollect.
now, 'twas in my trowsers pocket. Has
ty, have you such a thing as two shillings
about ye?"
. _
" Me ?" said the bride; with a mixture
of shame and indignattun—" I am aston•
ished at ye, to come here without a cent of
money to pay it! If I'd known it afore,
I wouldn't come a step with ye; you
might have gone alone to be married for
all me,"
'' Yes, but consider, Hefty," said the
bridegroom, in a soothing tone, "we're
married now, and it catit be helped l if
you have got such a thing as a couple of
still lingo —''
" Here, take 'em," interupted the an•
gry bride, who, during the speech, had
been searching in her work bag . ; " mkt
don't you," said she, with a significant
motion of her finger, " don't you serve me
another sir,: a trick!" _
A BEAUTIFUL GIRL. --We use that
word beautiful in a moral :sense, though it
may be equally applicable in any other.—
When great efforts were making in Bal
timore to relieve the destitute situation of
the Orphans boys in the Asylum a beauti
ful and interesting little girl, hearing the
destitute situation of the orphan boys, in
sisted upon disposing of her little pets, the
proceeds of which, together with other
sums collected through her unremitting
exertions, amounting in all to $65, were
presented in person to the treasurer of the
Asylum. Iler pure and infant feeling led
her to pursue the course recommended by
our Saviour to the young man who, hav
ing kept all the commandments, asked—.
AVhat lack I yet ?" Jesus said unto
loin—" If thou wilt be perfect, go and sell
that thou host and give to the poor, and
thou shall have treasure in heaven."
Shuster the Pardoned
Mfarderer.
The Spirit of the Times gives the fol.
lowing evidence of the misplaced clemen
cy of Gov. Porter, in pardoning this man
for the murder of his wife. It was repre
sented that he was penitent—that he had
became religious—that the Res-. Asher
Moore, his spiritual adviser, had thorough
ly altered his mental character—that he
would remain in prison a few mouths vol
untarily, and then be sent by his wealthy
relations to the Oregon Territory, or on a
three or five years cruise in the U. S. ser
vice, under an assumed name, in order to
allOrd him a chance or retrieving his char
acter. What is the result? Shuster is
at large, and is nightly seen frequently in
Small street, and the other most disgrace
ful purlieus of the city, in company with
the most abandoned females and old con
victs, Lafferty, who was arrested on
Monday night last, for discharging two
pistols at an " unfortunate' girl, is a reg
ular associate of Shuster just now—the
girl fired at has been Shuster's . fi ll e de joie
for the last week or so--and the place in
which she was fired at was not more than a
square from the scene of Shuster's murder
of his wife! IVe would net be surprised
if with his present associations, coupled
' with his knowledge of the Executive Clem
' ency, lie were to commit another murder
very soon. Who would be answerable
for it'
MANDAMUS CASE IN NEW YORE.---
The Coils t of Errors in New York, com
posed of the Senate, the Chancellor, ate,,
has unanimously confirmed the decision
of the Supreme Court, in declaring that
the Whigs were right in claiming seats in
the Common Council of the city of New
1 York, and of course, the action upon ak
pointinents are all sustained, and the hold•
over gentleman will have to let go.
The Patrotism of a nation consists iu
love and attachment to her laws and in
stitutions. When these die patrotigen
dies. No war is so much to be dreaded
as that which grows nut Of dirgt►at of ear
►nstitutiona.