`1 HUNTI)GBON JOUR '"'ilAL Deboteb to General *MeMature, faitUerttotna, Vottttas, ;Literature, fiftorittitz girt, Acitmcco, gartrtatttre,amttortnent, sct. %371 - .1.. '37UUZ - .l i , I:7c2Z)Q Eima.. ' Z I C THEODOREREMER. I :l 4 csizz.zzraE3. The ~ .lonita.tr." will be publiihcd every Wed tieida,y morning, at $2 00 a year, if paid in advance, and if not paid within six months, $2 50. No subscription received for a shorter period than six months, nor any paper discontinued till all ar rearages are paid. Advertisements not exceeding one square, will be inserted three times for $1 00, and for every subse quent insertion 25 cents. If no definite orders are given as to the time an advertisement is to be continu ed, it will be kept in till ordere' out, and charged ac cordingly. W. 11. Motum, R, M. Ktaxintiox WILLIAM 111MORRIS&CO. ADD walcGrecgams exay. - uma Contnzissiosi .7lerehants, HAVRE DE GRACE, MARYLAND AVING taken the large and commodi ous Wharf and Warehouse situated di rectly on the Canal Basin, are now prepared to receive consignments of goods for tran shipment or sale. A . general assortment of Groceries, Bcc., .consisting of Loaf and Blown Sugars, Coffee, Moltitaes, Sperm Oil and Candles, White, Yellow and Brown Soaps, Fish, Salt, Plaster, tco.,, together with all kinds of Spices and Paints—and also ready made Clothing will be kept constantly on hand and disposed of on city terms or exchanged for country pro duce, Coal, !to. April 19 1843.-3 m. THE GIRARD LIFE INSURANCE, wisnanauw amp 9.yzaoS33 COP/TWAT OF PHILADELPHIA Office No. 159 Cheenut Street. Make insurances of lives, grant anninuities and Endowments, and receive and execute Trusts. Rates for insuring $lOO, on a single life. Age. For 1 year. For 7 years. For life. annually, annually. 20 60 91 $0 95 $177 30 1 31 1 36 2 36 • 40 1 69 1 83 3 20 50 1 96 2 09 4 60 60 435 491 700 EXAMPLE :—A person aged 30 years, by paying the company $1 31 would secure to ►s family or heirs $lOO, should he die in one year—or for $l3 10 lie secures to them $:000 Or for $l3 60 annually for 7 years, lie se cures to them $lOOO should he die during the 7 years—or for $23 60 paid annually du ring life he provides for them 1000 dollars whenever he dies— for $65 50 they would re ceive 5000 dollars, should he die in one year. Further particulars respecting Life Insur ance, Trusts, or management of Estates mid property confided to them, may be had at the office. B W. RIC HARD% Piesident. JNO. F. JAMES, .ictuary. Phil'a. April 19, 1863.-6 m. DAY, GERRISH & CO, GENERAL PRODUCE, Commission and Forwarding Merchants. Granite Stores, lower side of Race street, on the lklaware, Philadelphia. 1 - 141 , ,SPECTFULLY inform their fu lends 444 and :he merchants generally, that they have taken the large Wharf and Granite Front Stores, known as Ridgeway's Stores, immediately below Race street, in addition to their old wharf, where they will con tinue the produce commission business, an si .Ito receive and forward goods mall points the Juniata, and North and West branches 4.lie Susquehanna Rivers. via. the Tide \Miter, 'mid Pennsylvania, and Schuylkill and Union canals. This establishment has many advantages over any other in the city in point of room and convenience for the accommodation of boats and produce. Being one of the largest wharves on the Delaware, and the stores extending from Water street to Delhware Front. Five or six boats may at the same time be loading and discharging. The usual facilities will be given on all consignments entrusted to their charge. which will be thank fully received and meet with prompt atten -, ;ion. Salt, Fish and Plaster, constantly nn hand and for sale at the lowost market price References, Philadelphia. 3. Ridgway,Esq. 1 Brock, son & Co Jacob Lex & Son Waterman & Osbourn Mulford& Alter Scull & Thompson Wilson, Seigel. & Bro E J Etting & Bro Bray, Barcroft & Co Morris, Patterson & co Loner & Barrow. Lewistown. J & J Milliken A & G Blimyer Patterson & Horner J McCoy, Esq. Waterstreet. Stewart & Horrell B W Wike, Esq. February 8,1843.-6 m. BOOTS AND SHOE'S, Leghorn and Straw Bonnets) PALDILEAF AND LEGHORN HATS. Merchants and others from Huntingdon and adjacent places, are respectfully reques ted to call and examine the stock of the above kinds of goods, which is full and extensive, and which will be sold at prices that will give satisfaction to purchasers, at No. 168 Market, street south-east corner of Sth street, Philadelphia. GEO. W. & LEWIS B. TAYLOR. Pila. Feb. 6. 1843.-6 mo. Job Printing. NEATLY EXECUTED •4'r THIS OFFICE. 11Da2-„ dtt e a€:034:183. POMTP.T. Front ihe New York Tribune. TUC MORNING STAR. BY dIIOUSTCS SNODGRASS, Life's morning has a star as bright As that which rolls on high, Just as the young Day's cloud gray light, Steals softly o'er the sky! A star of joy—a star of love, Which fondly, purely beams— Bright as the scenes where gaily rove Sweet childhood's golden dreams. It blushes from the azure walls Where sleeps the faded night, But by its smiles of beauty calls The soul to life and light! Yet as the busy day rolls on It flies the burning glare, And fades before the flaming Sun Within its realms of air. Then comes the noisy press of life— The mixing with the crowd ; The hunt for gold—the woo—the strife— The conflict long and loud ! But bark from these my soul will turn, And gaze on that dim star, But I behold it as an Urn Where Pleasure's ashes are! No more the laugh and song surround, Nor early friendship's smile; But they are like the dull, dread sound Borne from a ruined aisle! I see but thin and misty forms Once loving and caressed ; Yet they stretch forth their shadowy arms To touch my heaving breast. Then ease I on that sacred Soul Which knew my earliest hours; Whose words upon my spirit stole Like winds in Summer bowers ! Before me stands his mighty shade And looks with eyes severe And points, through all the Past arrayed, Unto each distant year! lie lifts on high his shattered lyre And melody would bring, But woos in vain tho slumb'ring fire Unto his mouldered string. Not vainly did he touch that lyre While life flashed in his veins; E'en now his tones fly wing'd with fire Along our hills and plains; And if my song has ever brought A ray of joy to me, 'Twas that the sacred flame I caught, My early friend front thee! And though thy humble grave afar My knees have never preoo'd Yet thou dost shine, a sacred star, For ever in my breast! But oft, when Silence still the Earth And breaths her spell on me, I dream that thou dost wander forth, And that I walk with thee! But on thy brow I see no more Thy many woes impress'd Woes, which like snake-fangs stung and bore Thy spirit to its rest ! But earnest, calm—thou movest by— And on me loy'st thy hand ;- 1 sec a blessing in thy eye Brought from the spirit land. And oft as thus I walk by thee, I wander back afar; And through the mists around me see The smile of young Life's star. From the N. Y. Tribune. Arouse, ye men of iron Mould. Arouse! ye men of Iron mould, Alen of the strong am! sinewy arm— Your souls are yet unstained by gold, Your conscience free from its alarm. Lift up your heads! why hang them down? Why fetter the free spirit thus? Labor is not misfortune's frown— We live for you, and you for us. Too long you've groveled in the dust, Too long been Pity's willing slaves, Fearing your noble powers to trust Beyond their deep and living graves. God made you men, and men you are, Then let new fires within you burn. Awake from thraldom, burst each bar, And all repelling actions spurn. Rise in your strength—the iron bands With which your souls have long been bound, Will provo but threads in giant hands, When action with your rights is found : Shake off your chains! Wealth is not Worth, And live a freeman, not a clod, Not dare to let a bumble birth Destroy the eternal gifts of God! Then rise to being—rise and claim The boon that Heaven to labor ge_ Though but a smile—the proudest rune For which Man dies, for which he lives— No longer kiss the earth, but scorn Oppression's shafts against he hurl'd. And rise in power from Virtue born, For, Atlas-like, ye boar the world' Why arc printers more likely to succeed in a suit than any other men 1 Because they go to work with stick in hand, and attend to the case with so much composure, and press the matter so closely, that (lacy are pretty euro to make an im pression. From Grahrtm'a Migazine for .Augu.st 1843. IleraczoUm. 031 - pm.mrcsa.a. AND THE MERMAID. BE ELIZABETH OKES smrrm, AUTHOR OP “TIIE SINLESS CHILD, " ETC. It was a warm, still afternoon in Summer, the waters of Portland harbor were as quiet as if never ploughed by keel or tossed by tempest; the idle flag hung to the mast, and sails, half-hoisted to dry, lay in loose heavy folds. Every object was as palpable below as above the water. Old Zeke was seated on the bench under the ferry-house sign, and nothing was more natural than that we school children should gather about him and ask for eatery. It was evident Zeke was in a sentimental mood, for his eyo wandered far off upon the waters, and he heaved a deep sigh as we approached and claimed his atten tion. Then he glanced at the little, low window, where Mrs. Stanford was making pastry, a tumbler half filled with flies standing beside her, the top covered with a piece of bread with a hole in the centre. Do you see there ?' said he. We all followed the direction of his eyes, and rested ours upon the fatal fly-trap. That accordin' to my way of thinkin', is a pic ter of the sea. Every shaver with free limbs and a bold heart is drawin' to it, and ten to one his first cruise is his last one. For, somehow, an old salt a'int no man at all, but a kind of part of the ship; and he cant be washed off into Davy's locker un less the ship goes too. But'tis the young ones that n'int got the right cut of the jib that get washed overboard. But as I was sayin', they will go tea, jest as them are flies crawl into that tumbler, and so fall off, flounder about for a little while, and then it's all over with 'em. But that's all naeral -like, for some how I dont bee how a right down tar could sleep in ono of them graves, (and ho pointed to ward the church-yard,) with the arth and stones crowded over him, and people welkin' about and tellM' all sorts o' yarns right within hail of him.— Oh, 'tis hard to think upon ;' and he breathed hea vily, giving his duck trowsere an uneasy hitch.— .But, now, 'tis nothin' to be drowned in compari son. No brain' up, no cold arth crowdin' down, but the free water all about, and the wind pipin', and sailors hailin' one another and singin' the Bay o' Biscay,' which accordin' to my notion, is one of the greatest songs siego, , , always exceptin' the' Con stitution end Gurnee But, as I was sayin', it must do a sailor's bones good to hear rich things about them. They'd be kind o' oneasy on the land, and miss the roll they'd always been used to.' Hero Zeke arose from his seat and paced back and forth upon the small patch of green, as if suf fering from some painful emotion. At length he stopped before our little group, and fixing a tre mendous quid within one jaw, he said very solemn ly, as one who had become nearly desperate— . I tell you what, children, 't aint no fault o' mine that I'm kneeled up here like a useless old hulk ; I never wanted such moorings, I can tell you. Why it does seem as if the sea would n't take me in; I've been shipwrecked something like twenty times, off and on. I've been on short allowance nigh about as many times as there's ropes in a ship, till I was about the leanest dog you ever see ; I've been washed overboard, have been taken by privateers, have been scuttled, capsized, and, somehow, I've always got off. There's the good ship Morgianny, I loved the wheel o that ship as if it had been my own child, and every cable, rib and spar in her.— How prettily she'd answer totter helm! how sort o' nice she'd come round to the wind ; no yawing, no creaking, but sarcy like and easy, jest as little Kate used to turn her head one side and sail to the lee ward, when I told her I shouldn't object to tryin' the flavor of them lips of horn. Well, the lVlorgi anny went down one night in about one of the ugliest gale I ever weathered; and the poor thing cried and moaned jest as if it could feel for poor Zeke that could'nt go with her. Well, she threw up a spar, and I clung to it for twenty four hours, mid then a ship picked me up, but not till I had chopped off a piece from one end termite a tobacco box of.' Here he took a wooden box from his pocket and held it up before us. It was curiously carved with nautical devices, exhibiting no small skill in the graver. Anchors, cables, hearts and ships were everywhere intermingled. That's all my work. I took comfort in dein' it, for'lwas all I could do to show any respect for the poor Morgianny, and little Kate into the bargain.' Won't you toll us about Kato I whispered, drawing quite near him. 'Not now, child, not now,' and ho drew his hard, red hand across his eyes. We were all hushed. Well, well, yoo see I wasn't to go down with the Morgianny, much as I loved her, so hero I am kneeled up like a great lubberly land turtle that's lost his reckoning. But come, that's nothin' here nor there. I'll tell you the story of Jack Spanker and the Mermaid, which was, take it for all in all, about the strangest story I ever heard tell. Jack was a real sailor, and would tell about the toughest yarns of any sailor, I ever heard. Many's the time I've heard him tell this story over in the long watches, slow and airnest as if every word was true as the four gospels. Jack had a Christian mother, who taught him the truth, and made him promise never to swear to the day of his death. Tiiis came mighty hard upon Jack, for ho was up to all kind of fun, and had a free easy way of speaking. I don't know how ho managed it, for swearing is as metal to a sailor as grog or salt water; and, somehow I never felt any wise onessy about it, considering it a part of the profession, a kind of edication that a tar can't do without, and meaning jest nothing more than that he is wide awake, and knows which way the wind sets;and in case of a flaw, it serves to cool off with, for when the blast is once blown out there's nothing more to be said about it. Well, Jack always told the story in the same words, and though it did sound sort of uncreditable at first, yet we got to believing it, cause we'd got used to hearing it. That mer maid must have been a putty nice gal, and as to Jack, he was about the trimmest splice I ever see ; pot to tall, for that's awkward aboard ship, nor yet short, and when he walked he brought his footdown square, and moved jest as the ship did, as if he'd grown up out of her. Then he'd regularly swab of brown curly hair, a dimple in each cheek, and one in the chin. Ho laughed with his eyes and mouth too, and had teeth as white and even as a shark. Then, you should a heerd him roar out the songs, some of them his own making too. He had a sweetheart named Holly Spaulding, and 'twas sur prising the way he used to praise her. Venus, and Diany, and Neptin's wife herself, was jest nothing at all 'long side of her. I don't believe Jack ever cared to look at any other gal, and couldn't a loved any thing else, saving his mother, the ship, or a mermaid. When he was out on the yards splicing a rope, or reefing a sail, you'd hear his voice clear as a trumpet, singing as if nothing was to pay. He used to make up songs about the mermaids that set us all laughing. a 'O, mermaids, is it cold and wet Mown beneath the sea? Recants to me that rather chill Must Davy's locker be.' " Old Zeke sang the foregoing with a comical mix ture of sentiment and jovial reminiscence, bringing out the words full and round in true nautical style. We all gays a shout, and begged for more. No, no, I was only showing how Jack did it, but then you know he was young and handsome; and had a voice to be heerd a mile. Well, you see, 'twos thcse same songs that had like to bin the ruin of poor Jack. Had Old Nick come in any other shape he couldn't have made any thing out of Jack, but how vvus be to know he'd covered his cloven foot and black archness in the shape of a pretty mer maid 1 "tfwas n't in ins log that rich a thing could be. Well, the winds had been light, and every little while there came a dead calm. We hadn't much to do but tell long yams, sing songs, and other fair weather work not worth telling. Jack had bin two hours out on the gib-boom, doing something he might have done in half the time, and we'd been laughing at his songs, and then forget all about him; so I must tell the story jest as he told it to me.' 'l'd been singing,' said Jack. a My mermaid's eyes are diamonds bright, Her cheek like the blushing shell, And were it not for Nelly's self I might have loved her well —' when I heerd an amazing soft-like sound, right un der me, and I stopped working to see what it meant. I heerd a little voice singing I have come from under the sea, For thy voice beneath it rung, And I would see the sailor boy That had so sweet a tongue,' That you shall, said I, looking over into the water, and I must say, I don't object looking ntyou. But never mind singing I only sing myself on very particular occasions. With that I heard a kind o' tickling, and my faith, I never did see jest sich a pair of eyes. They wa'nt black, nor blue, nor green, nor—l can't tell what, but they was wonderful bright, and went through and through that sort of a thing that always has a skewer or arrow run through it. 'I won't deny, says, I you're a nice looking gal, but what colors do you sail under, how do you hail? I've no notion being fooled by any heathenish critter, bred a Christian as I've been. 4 You should a seen her laugh. You may call me what pleases you beat. Won't you ',jive me a name Jack?' No, faith, I mean to do that for Nally. How somever, I do n't object to call you Nally jest one voyage,