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For (ho Journal.
Oh ! I think of my homo 'mid tho vines and the
Where I sported so gaily in childhood's bright
When nothing then burdened my innocent heart,
But some beautiful thought that bid sorrow depart.
Oh, I think of the groves that encircled the hill
That sloped gently down to a bright little rill,
There dripping in coolness all sparkling and bright,
Brought down the pale moon en its bosom of light
On its green mossy banks I have sat there and sung.
When the flowers to the stream the bright dew
And twin'd the palo flowers in the locks of my
That so lightly floated on the floods of blue air.
My laugh rung loud 'mid the bright dewy bowers,
'lf I touched but n spray there fell quite a shower;
So happy was I with the loved ones at home,
That my heart was all gladsome, for sorrow no'er
But my mother was there with her love and her
So happy woo I when she gazed on her child ;
But she sickened in Autumn, and died with tho
That covered her windows in Summer's bright
Oh, how soon would I now all my footsteps retrace,
Could I bring back the friends that dwelt in that
Could I wander again 'mid those bright dewy bow-
Where I sported in gladness in childhood's bright
hours. Y.LIZA asas.
HOLLIDAY/M/11G, August 25, 1846.
TO AN ABSENT WIFE.
BY GEORGE D. PRENTICE
morn—the sea-breeze seems to bring
Joy, health and freshness on its wing—
Bright flowers, to me all strange and new,
Are glittering in the early dew—
And perfumes rise from every grovo
As incense to the clouds that mit
Like spirits o'er yon welkin clear—
But I am sad—thou art not here.
'Tie noon—a calm, unbroken sleep
Is on the blue waves of the deep—
A soft haze like a fairy dream
Is floating over wood and stream—
And many a broad magnolia flower,
Within its shadowy woodland bower,
Is gleaming like a lovely star—
But I am sad—thou arC afar.
'Tie eve—on earth the sunset skies,
Are painting their own Eden dyes—
The stars come down and trembling glow
Liko blossoms in the wave below--
And, like some unseen sprite, the breeze
Seems lingering 'mid these orange trees,
Breathing its music round the spot—
But I am sad—l see thee not.
'Tis midnight—with a soothing spell
The far tones of the ocean swell
&ft ay amother's cadence mild
Low bending o'er her sleeping child—
f Awl on each wandering breeze are heard
The rich notes of tho mocking bird
In many a wild and wondrous lay—
But I am ard—thou art away.
I sink in dreams--low, sweet and clear,
Thy own dear voice is in my cur—
Around my cheek thy tresses twine—
Thy own loved hand is clasped in mine—
Thy own soft lip to mine is pressed—
Thy head is pillowed on my breast--
Oh, I have all my heart holds dear—
And I am happy--thou art hero.
ENNUI.—It was a foolish philosophy
which believed in ennui as an evidence
and means of human perfectability ; the
only exertions which it is capable of pro
ducing arc of a subordinate character.
It.may give to passion a fearful intensity,
consequent on a state of moral disease;
but human virtue must be the result of
far higher causes. Tho exercise of
principle; the generous force of puri
fied emotions ; cheerful desire and wil
ling industry, are the parents of real
greatness. if we look through the va
rious departments of public and intel
lectual action, we shall find the mark of
inferiority upon every thing which has
sprung from Ennui. In philosophy it
might produce follies of Cynic oddity,
but not the sublime lessons of Pytha
goras or Socrates. In poetry it may
produce effusions from persons of quah
sty, devoid of wit; but it never could
have pointed the satire of Pope. In
mechanic arts it may contrive a baloon,
but never could invent a steamboat. in
religion, it stumbles at a thousand points
in metaphysical theology, but it never
led the soul to intercourse with heaven,
or to contemplate divine truth.—anthra
Irp The rot is doing considerable dam•
.age to the potato crop in various parts
TILE TRAITOR ARNOLD.
A writer in the New Haven Palladium
gives some of the closing incidents in
the life of this remarkable man—as re
markable for his bravery as his treach
ery—which, though not new, may be
interesting to our readers. The writer
The close of Arnold's ignominious ca
reer was characterized by the loss of
caste and the respect of every body. A.
succession of personal insults and pecu
niary misfortunes followed his treason,
and deep abiding retribution was fully
meted out to the degraded culprit long
before he died.
An elderly lady, of cultivated mind,
resides in Massachusetts, whose early
social intimacy with Arnold and his
family, at St. John's, New Brunswick,
gave her peculiar opportunities for know
ing many details concerning the close of
his miserable career. Subsequent to the
termination of the Revolutionary war,
and after the perpetration of various atro
cities against his countrymen, Arnold
went to England and received a com
mission in the British army. He was
frowned upon by the officers and every
where received with contempt, if not
indignation. Various public insults
were offered to him, and in private life
he was the object of perpetual scorn.
Soon after, Arnold threw up his com
mission in the army in disgust, and re
moved to St. John's. He there engaged
in the West India trade, becoming as
notorious for his depravity in business
as he had been before false to his coun
try ; his integrity was suspected at va
rious times, and on one occasion during
his sudden absence, his store was con
sumed, upon which an enormous insur
ance was effected. The company sus
pected foul play, and a legal contest
was the result. During the trial popu
lar odium against Arnold increased, and
manifested itself by a succession of
mobs, and the burning of him in effigy.
During this painful scene, his family
were greatly distressed, and the lady to
whom allusions has been made, and
who resided near Arnold's house, was
requested to go and pass that trying in
terval of time with them. That request,
in the fair hand writing of Mrs. Arnold,
until recently was in my possession, as
well as a copy of a satirical handbill,
describing Arnold's life, hundreds of
which were circulated among the popu
lace during his trial. Mrs. Arnold, in
her note, says, " the General is himself
to-day," meaning that lie bore the in
sults with his usual firmness ; but she
was alarmed herself, and wished for the
presence of some female friend during
the painful scene which followed.
The proof was not enough to con
demn Arnold, but there was enough de
tected of foul play to vitiate his policy.
From that time the situation of Arnold,
at St. John's, became even more uncom
fortable, and that of his family distress
ing. Mrs. A. was treated with great
kindness, but he was both shunned and
despised. She was a lady of great de
licacy and refinement, with a mind cul
tivated by more than ordinary care, and
of course, her sufferings were rendered
acute by the imputations against her
husband's integrity, aside from his trea
son. They shortly left St. John's and
went to England, where Arnold became
lost to the public eye, and died in de
gradation and obscurity.
There is a moral connected with the
history of Benedict Arnold which should
be deeply impressed upon the youth of
this country. He was headstrong, dis
obedient and vindictive in early life, and
often painfully wounded a mother's
heart. In mature years, the same cha
racteristics were visible, strengthened
by power, and rendered perilous by the
absence of moral principle and self-con
trol. He died as he lived, a man of un
governable passions, destitute of integ
rity, deeply depraved, and without ever
having openly repented of his heinous
A TOAST OF THE TALLEST KIND.—At
the late celebration of the 4th of July,
in the parish of Caddo, the following
toast was given:
Woman--:Heaven's best gift to man—
his Pandora, or casket of jewels—his
confectionary shop or stick of rock can
dy—his otto of roses, or sugar coated
pill—her presence Isis best company=
her voice his sweetest music—her smiles
his brightest moments—her kiss the
guardian of his innocence—her arms
the pale of his safety—her lips his most
faithful counsellors—her bosom the soft
est pillow of his cares.
"Girls, d'ye hear that, "His otto of
roses!" Oh, Moses!—Delta.
His casket of jewels!" Ugh !—oli,
"Dont touch me, or I'll 'go "
us the powder acrid to the
CORRECT PRINCIPLES-SUPPORTED fly TRUTH,
HUNTINGDON, PA., SEPTEMBER 9, 1846.
BY . " THE RAZOR STROP MAN."
Almost every one has either seen or
heard of Henry Smith, the "Razor
Strop Man." He is a ntiblb, whole soul
ed fellow, always ready to sell a " razor
strop," or preach a Temperance lecture.
The following extract from one of his
speeches, is a fair sample of his ready
wit and unique style of argument: . .
" When 1 was it drunkard, not only
was my • wife and myself half starved,
but my old cat was also reduced to a
perfect skeleton. And not only that,
but she grew quite wicked, and became
an out and out old thief. " Cause whyl
Why, she couldn't get enough to cat at
home, so she went prowling and stealing
among the neighbors.
"Every once in a while, I'd hear the
neighbors cry out, "Cuss that Smith's
cat, she's stole my meat—cuss that
Smith's cat she's stolen my fish—and
case that Smith's cat she's drank up all
my milk." Bat why didn't she stay at
home and catch mice and live on them,
says you ; reason enough, say I, for our
mice couldn't get crumbs of meat and
bread like sober men's mice can, so they
had to live on the recollections of what
they used to eat before their master be
' came a drunkard, and at last they got
so thin and scrawny that fifty of theni
wouldn't fill the old cat's hollow tooth.
"But when I reformed, things took a
different turn. Smith's table had plen
ty of fish and meat on it, and Smith's
mice had plenty of crumbs, and grew
nicely, mid Smith's cat had plenty of
mice, and didn't have to steal the neigh
bor's fish and meat any. more. No, sir,
my mice were fat and plump, and my
old cat was spry and active, and didn't
take fifty to make a Meal anther. No
sir-se. The old cat would catch two
mice, and these two was as much as she
could eat at one meal, and when she cat
them, she would lie down and go to
sleep; and after a good night's rest she'd
wake up in the morning with the plea
sing satisfaction of knowing that the
nice, fat plump mice were not all, but
there were a "few more left-of the same
It is dangerous for a man of superior
ability to find himself thrown upon the
world without some regular employment.
The restlessness inherit in genius, being
thus left undirected by any permanent
influence, frames for itself occupations
out of accidents. Moral integrity some
times falls a prey to the want of a fixed
pursuit, and the man who receives his
direction in active life from the fortu
itous impulse of circumstances, will be
very apt to receive his principles like
wise from chance. Genius under such
guidance attains no noble ends ; but re
sembles rather a copious spring convey
ed in a falling aqueduct, where the
waters continually escape through the
frequent crevices, and waste themselves
ineffectually on their passage. The
law of nature is here, as elsewhere,
binding, and no powerful results ever
ensue from the trivial exercise of high
endowments. The finest mind when
thus destitute of a fixed purpose, passes
away without leaving permanent traces
of its existence; loosing its energy by
turning aside from its course, it becomes
as harmless and inefficient at the light
ning, which, of itself irresistible, may
yet be rendered powerless by a slight
We heard a good sea yarn lately,
which, as we never saw it in print, we
think will be now to our readers. Com
modore Dallas, one of our ablest and
most experienced naval commanders,
having been appointed to the command
of a spmdron, his flag-ship was lying
in one of our ports preparatory to sail
ing,. A fresh water sailor, who had
shipped as a seaman, was on board, but
owing to the absence of the Commodore,
he had never seen his commander, and
did not know him. Getting strapped
for tobacco, he went to one of the men
and said, "I want a chaw o' tobacco very
bad, and I don't know what to do for
"Do you'!" replied the man to whom
he addressed himself, who was one of
that class of mischievous persons deno
minated a practical joker, "do you?
Well, go to that old fellow that's just
come aboard, and ask him ; he'll give
you some, for he keeps all the tobacco."
The " old fellow" to whom lie was
directed, was no less a personage than
Commodore Dallas himself; but the
greenhorn, ignorant of this, went up to
him, and slapping him on the shoulder,
said in the usual rough, sailor-like way,
when addressing only their equals, "I
say, old chap, give us a chaw o' tobac
co, for I'm most starvin' for one; I ai'itt
had one for a week."
'l'l►e Conunodore was taken all aback
by this tattwital mode of addres.3, itud,
looking at the man, he asked him, "how
long have you been in the service V'
" Only six days," replied the man,
still unsuspecting of his error.
" And have you had no tobacco yet 1"
asked the Commodore.
" No," he replied, " not tiCe first chaw
since I've been aboard."
The Commodore hauled out a hunk
of tobacco from his pocket, and cutting
oil a piece gave it to him. " Now, do
you know who I am I" he asked.
" No," was the reply.
"Well, I'm Commodore Dallas, the
commander of this vessel."
" You don't say so!" exclaimed the
man, who was now in. his turn taken all
aback, and felt slightly fearful of the
consequences of his familiarity; but re
covering his self-possession in a mo
ment, he replied with true sailor bold
ness, "well, you've got an infernal good
berth of it !"
The old Commodore, tickled at the
joke, forgave him, quickly guessing that
the mistake was not a wilful one, but
originated by some of the practical
jokers aboard of the. ship. He, how
ever, ordered that after that, tobacco
should be distributed among the men
ADULTERATION OF WINES.--1t is said
that when George the Fourth was in the
high and palmy days of early dissipa
tion lie possessed a very small quantity
of remarkably choice and scarce wines.
The gentlemen of his suite, whose taste
in wine was hardly second to their mas
ter's, finding. it was not demanded,
thought it was forgotten; and, relishing
its virtues, had exhausted it almost to
the last bottle, when they were surpris
ed by the unexpected command, that
the wine should be forthcoming at an
entertainment on the following day.
Consternation was visible in their faces.
A hope of escaping discovery hardly
existed; when one of them, as a last re
source, went out in haste to a noted
wine-brewer in the city, numbered a
non; his acquaintance, and related his
"Have you any of the wine left for a
specimen'!" said the adept.
, 6 Oh, yes, there are a couple of bot
" Well, then, send me one, anti I will
forward the necessary quantity in time.
Only tell me the latest moment it can be
received, for it must be drank immedi
The wine was sent; the hilarity was
disturbed by no discovery of the ficti
tious potation, and the manufacturer
was thought a very clever fellow by his
friends.--Redding on Wines.
The following anecdote, in relation
to a distinguished citizen of our neigh
boring county of Centre, we find embod
ied in a lengthy article, with the above
caption, in a late number of the Dimas
burg Star. This anecdote has never
before met our eye in print, although
we have frequently heard it related ver
bally. The Star says:
"We know of no anecdote which
comes in with more propriety, on the
present occasion, than that which is re
lated of Judge Huston, late an Associate
on the Supreme Bench of Pennsylvania
—a station which he filled with so much
honor. It is related of him,
a young lawyer he appeared as counsel
for one of his clients in Centre county,
(his own place of residence,) at the
Philadelphia Bar. He was then un
known to the Court, as also to all the
members of that Bar. His appearance
was so plain and unostentatious, that he
scented more like a farmer who had just
come from his plough, than one who
had made the law his study, and whose
mind was adorned with Literature. The
case in which he stood as counsel, was
of some importance ; and the Court on
asking for the counsel to advocate the
cause, was pointed by the client to Mr.
Huston. This, it is said, gave rise to
some giggling among the lawyers, and
even the Court, not seeing in his appear
ance the requisites of a lawyer, drop
ped some hints that he might not be
qualified. The trial went on, and in
the progress of it, it was soon .discov
eyed that Mr. Huston was not the illit
erate person for which he was taken.—
But when he closed in a speech of sonic
length for his client, then shone forth
the force and splendour of his eloquenc,
ss also the extent of his legal attain
ments. The whole bar, as well as the
Court, stood mute with astonishment;
and he who at first seemed a fit subject
for laughter, became an object of gen
eral admiration. Mr. Huston triumph
antly carried the cause for his client,
and so of drove the Philadel•
phia lawyers from the ground which
they had taken, that there was not a
foothold left to stand upon."
Maj. Jones' first and last drink of 'Body WitLia.'
RELATED 13V lIIMSELF
After gwine up as far as Youtaw
street, in Baltimore, and takin' a look
at the Youtaw Hotel, what'S 'bout as big
as Noey's ark, I crossed • over and cum
down on t'othcr side of the street, look
ing along at one thing and another, till
I got down almost to Charles street. By
this time I begun to be monstrous dry,
and as I heerd tell a good deal about the
sody water what they have in the big
cities, I thought I'd try a little at the
fust place whar they sold it. Well, the
fust doctor's shop I cmn to, had a Body
water sign - up, and in I went to git sum.
Scs I,'" I l a vitnt a drink of yol sody
"What kiwi of syrup will you have,"
ses he, putting his hand on a bottle of
"I don't want no syrup;" sea I, " I
want sody water."
"Alt !" sex he, " you want extra so-
And with that he took a glass and put
some white stuff in it, and then held it
under the spout till it was full, and hand
ed it to me. I put it to my head, and
pulled away at it, bat never got sich an
everlastin' dose afore in my life. I got
three or four swollen.; down before I be
gun to taste the dratted stufl; and you
may depend it liked to killed me right
tied in my tracks. It tuck the breath
clean out of me, and wen I cunt to my
self, my tang felt like it was full o' IA:-
tiles, and my stuntick like I'd swollered
a pint of frozen sopcsuds, and the tears
was . runnin' out of my eyes in a stream.
I drapp'd the glass and sported the rest
out of my mouth quit:keen litenin', but
afore I could git broth to speak to the
chap that was standin' behind the coun
ter, a starin' at me with all his mite, he
ax'd me if I was'nt well.
6 , Well, thunder and litenin'!" ses
"do you want to pizen me to death, and
then ax me if I'm
"Plzen!" ses he.
" Yes," ses " pizen ; I axed you fur
sum soy water, and you gin me a dose
bad enough to kill a boss!"
"1 gin - you nothin' but plain 04,"
4 , Well, scs I, " if that's what you call
sody water, I'll he dadfetelied, if I'll try
any more of it. Why, it's worse nor
login turnip juec, stew'd down six gal-
lons into a pint, cooled all' in a snow
bank and mixed with a hurricane."
Jest then the bilin' hot steam cum up
into my throte, that like to blow'd my
nose out by the roots.
Ses he, Maybe you ain't used to
drinkin' it without syrup."
"No," ses I, "and what's more, I ne
ver will be."
"It's much better with sassyparilla or
gooseberry syrup," ses he. " Will you
try sum with syrup '1"
" No, I thank you," ass 1, and I paid
him a thrip for the dose 1 had and put
A Modest. Fish-Yarn,
In :trargling from port to port, we
naturally light on things wonderful and
interesting ; and are thrown in the mix
ed web of society's strangest material.
Not the last place in the world for heat
and fun, is the " biler deck" of a high
pressure when the thermometer is A 96
in the shade. We were sailing on the
Mississippi in June, on an up-river
craft. Bhe was crowded with passen
gers, above and below, and loaded to the
guards, and downward bound. Although
"Junefulness" seemed scattered along
the banks, the most appropriate expe
rience to those aboard the craft was hot
fulness, and that to the highest notch.
The passengers would shift from the
larboard to the starboard side to keep in
the shade, and throw open their collars
to catch each little mite of breeze that
accidenttlly floated up the rive•. The
forenoon was passed as agreeably as the
comfort of the craft would allow, but
the afternoon was likely to be a hot and
dull drive. The lower deck was strew
ed with foreign emigrants en route for
the new Republic. For awhile the cab
in passengers were kept alive by their
jabbers, dances, &c., but the voice of
the Captain crying—" Back her !" ac
companied with sudden jar, sprang
every man to his feet.
" Wrong shootc—stuck fast—won't
get off till a rise—out of the channel !"
muttered the Captain.
"Stuck fast" at the head of Island 14,
with nothing to eat and the Mississippi
for licher !--thermometer fifty degrees
above high water mark, mid no way of
getting to the shade ! Presently a fresh
breeze struck up, a cloud floated over
the still, just to rave all the passengers
[T T, 'l'he Catholics of Lowell, Mass ,
have parelosetl a lor, church, formerly
owned I.y the 11 let hodist,, for their OWII
11:4'. It Will irrvnuootila '2OOO
'I 1,. I‘l..mean \V. "dl
";111 hands alt," ordered thy Captain.
Now " the pilot at;
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WHOLE NO. 551,
get bottom upwards," droned n frri.:ll
For three lone hours did the passen
gers and the crew do their prettiest to
get her off; but uo tea il. The captain
swore, had freight rolled far and aft;—
still our gallant boat hung fast. This
was the time for a portrait painter—
long sighs, cross looks, and wry laces,
etc. Strewn over the deck lay many a
weary soul gaping like a smothered
chicken. The evening was wearing oil
slowly, and the prospect of laying there
111101 ,a boat cotthLhe haiied, b1aw.,4634
the remaining sparks of life, until some
one threw out a banter—
"Two to one on the chap that can
give the biggest fish story !"
" I takes that," replied the man With
a white hat.
Fish stories one, two, three, and four,
were told with great eclat by their re
" said Charley W., a dry 100k
111.ff, little fellow, with narrow brim hat,
harp toed boots, sack coat, and keen
voice, well gintlemen, fish stories are
titurfjll plenty jilt now; but none of
'em's lighten rod to u . spree I was into
myself when 1 was :t boy."
Ott with it—hoora (.'.barley;" join
ed all the passet ,, J.r,
" Well, the old hosa, that is " dad"
used to have a Woe hole in the creek.--
Durk' fishin time, he'd quarter us boys
in the field to grub and hoc and 'tend
the crap, and he'd slide out to the blue
hole to fish. None of us knew where
he was gone till one day I slipped oft
and follered hint. He went plum dash
to the hole, and there he'd set and ketch
fish for hours and throw 'eat bark itt
the creek for amusement. So I Bits in
with the old boss to let me go a lishite
I digs the bait the over night, to keep
from botheration in the mornin. Bright
and early I gethered my pole and math.
for dad's blue hole. Well, when I frit,
than, I found I'd forg ot my bait, and 1
didn't know what to do next. I felt for
soft spots to see if I could find anything
to bait with, but drot me if there was a
cricket in a hundred yards of the hole.
It wouldn't do to give it up—down on a
big rock I scats myself witlt my studyin'
cap on my head, a considerin' how I'd
best git the bait. After I'd thought
over every thing, I felt of my heel.—
Good ! says I, "now I'll have it," I
takes out my knife,. cuts off a piece o'
my heel, baits my hook, throws it out;
and before it touched the water, a big
Salmon jumped up and caught it. I
know'd it 'ad keep Mc more'n consider
able busy to cut off one bait at a time,
and I cuts the Salmon up for bait, fixes
my line and a place to sit, rolls up my
sleeves, and then if I knows myself I
goes it. I drapped in my hook, ca chug
went the cork, and out come a Simon
six feet long. Don't jump so, it's a fact.
The things bit so fast that twenty men
couldn't a kept 'count of 'um. They'
tried how fast they could bite. They
jist rolled out—my pole went up end
down so fast that you couldn't a seed it,
the hook left a :streak of fire after it, it
whirled 'rotund so. I baited my own
hook, took off the fish, and in one horn
and a quarter from the commencement,
I caught nineteen hundred and twenty
Simons, each. three feet long, parked
them to the nearest town, and sold them
for a dollar a piece."
Such 'muslin of straps was never seen
Every chap jumped clear of the drib,
and our boat floated off the bar like a
SQUEEZING TUE IIANI.—Ono of our
humorous exchanges says: Squeezing
the hand, with some persons, is rut it Hy
equivalent to a declaration of love;
is truly surprising. We ►mist take hold
of a lady's hand as we should a hot po
tato, afraid to give a squeeze, lest we
should burn our lingers. Very line, tru
ly! Now, it was our ancient custom to
squeeze every hand we got in our clutch
es, especially a fair one. And the ladies
may rest assured of this, that a man
who will not squeeze their hand when
he gets hold of it, does not deserve to
have such a hand in his possession, and
that he has a heart a thousand times
smaller than the eye of a cambric nee
j) " Willy," said a doting parent
at the breakfast table, to an abridged
edition of himself, who had just entered
the gra - tinnier class at the High ;.e110,,1,
" Willy, my dear, will you pass the but
Thertainly, thin—it Wit hcs me to
porthe anything. Butter ith common
subtlinnt ice, neuter gender, agreeth with
hot buckwheat eoliths, and ith governed
by thugar houth molatheths understood."