lIUNTIGDON JOURNAL. BY JAMES CLARK:] VOL. XI, NO. 45, Lo__s 4 co a.. naa as . The ~J ounivst" will be published every Wed nesday 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 adverti , ‘ement is to be continu ed, it will be kept in till ordered out, and charged ac cordingly. Q 7 V. B. PALMER, Esq., is authorized to act as Agent for this paper, to procure subscriptions and advertisements in Philadelphia, New York, Balti more and Boston. OFFICES: Philadelphia—Number 59 Pine street. Baltimore—S. E. corner of Baltimore and Cal- vert streets. Nem York—Number 160 Nassau street Boston—Number 16 State street. POETICAL. TUE rxßim GEET "LAIR. BY . THE OLD swan.' As frost upon the hills In autumn's yellow day, Memento of the corning Of winter and decay ; As a leaf in summer falling On the green parterre, Is that monitor to man,— His first grey hair! Grey hairs are meant for wisdom And sober reverence; Reject not, man, the teaching 01 their silent eloquence. From the garden of thy thoughts Pluck out the choking tare, And take prudence by the hand With thy brat grey hair. Pause, lady, at the mirror, Nor slightingly disdain The little sign that telleth Of beauty on the wane. Oh ! hold not face and form And vanities too dear, And thou wilt not dread the sight Of thy first grey hair. Thy child will best become Thy gems and costly gear; Yea, men will praise thy wisdom, And think thee still more fair, Old-time shall be forgotten, And cheated year by year, If shame is but a stranger To thy first grey hair l MISCELLANEOUS, I iVIN versus JENIFER. Duri former session of Congress, Messrs orwin of Ohio and Jenifer of Maryland, were very intimate. The lat ter like all Marylanders, believes the "Eastern shore" is the Paradise of the world, and he was in the habit as often as opportunities offered, of "poking fun" at Corwin about the Buckeyes' and the State of Ohio generally. Corwin bore this persecution patiently for awhile, usually, however,returning shot for shot, until one day while dining at the Pres ident's, Jenifer came down upon him so hard, that Corwin resolved to silence him forever, so rising from his seat, he remarked that he was not in the vein for story telling, but he would relate an in cident that occurred during the early part of his professional career, in a Court ouse in the interior of the State of Ohio. He said that the judge had just taken his seat upon the bench, and a cause was about to be commenced, when a very white haired old gentleman came totter ing into the court room, upon a cane in either hand. The old man had been a soldier of the revolution, and had come in to procure a lawyer to prepare his pa pers that he might receive his semi-an nual payment. This service was always of course, rendered gratis. The papers, continued Mr. C., were handed over to him, and after asking some of the other necessary qustiona, he inquired the age of the pensioner. In a tremulous shrill voice, the old man answered, " F-o-r-t-y-f-i-v-e." "You do not understand me, old gen tleman, said Mr. C. " I wish to know how old you are'!" " I am f-o-r-t-y-f-i-v-e, young sir.' .4 My dear sir, I do not wish to know how old you were when you left the service or when you entered it—but I / want to know how old you are now." " I told ye forty-five. Mr. Corwin then looked up to the Judge (who was himself getting out of patience) in despair, and his Honor ta king the matter in hand, in a peremptory manner remarked to the old gentleman : " The Court cannot be detained in this way—the counsel is endeavoring to ren der you a gratuitous service and you must not trifle with his time. Answer his question directly—Now sir, how old are you " I sin forty-five, Judge," again shrill ed out the old soldier. "I will not bear this contempt any longer," said the Judge- "If you do not answer the question the next time it is put, you shall be committed, aged as you are. Now sir, again I ask, how old are you 1" " I am forty-five !" the old man provo kingly repeated. " Mr. Sheriff, take him to jail, the Court will see whether that will do him any good." The old gentleman was led away, but just as he was going to the door he raised up his head, and partly turning around on his sticks, toward the Court, said : " Judge, the first 57 years of my life lived on the Eastern shore of Mary land ! You surely don't think God will count them against me l" Mr. Jenifer has not been heard to say " Ohio" since. The Man what was not born to be Killed by a Shell. During the bombardment of Fort Brown, the besieged troops were obliged to throw themselves flat upon the ground every time a shell from the enemy was fired at them. A shell exploded among men in a standing position would be twenty times more apt to kill them than if they were close to the ground. A knot of officers were standing together for a moment one day, resting and chat ting, when a look-out man gave the word to dodge a shell. The officers were down in an instant, Lieutenant H. pros trating himself face downward, and look ing over his shoulder. The shell came fizzing down, close by them. "I won der if she'll burst," remarked the wag gish H; " she's a d—l of a long time about it anyhow." Hardly were the words uttered, when a tremendous explosion replied to them, and H's head went down like a lump of lead. Pretty soon the pieces began to fall, with a pattering sound, around them. "Now we'll catch it," remarked H., inclining his face a little upward, but still lying close. " There it comes !" said he, as he saw a large fragment des cending rapidly, directly upon his back. His comrades saw it, and thought, sure enough, that poor H.'s time had come. 'Twas useless to dodge, for he might roll himself directly in the way of it, so he " lay and took it," as he remarked afterwards. The piece hit him plumb between the shoulders. "Hon!" grunt ed H., and his friend sprang forward to see if he was dead. "Are you hurt, HI" "No," said he cooly, rising and shaking his coat, "but a fellow might as well be killed as scared to death !" It was a clod of dirt that hit him, the shell hav ing penetrated the ground in a hard place, and throwing off the clods in every direction.—N. 0. Picayune. DON'T BE GROUTY, Get angry—fly into a passion about nothing—jaw like the evil one, if you please, and then come to yourself and be a man. If there is a despicable, unhappy ' wretch on God's footstool, it is one of your sulky d —s, who will not give you a civil answer for a month after you have displeased him. He is worse than a brute. Tread on a dog's tail and he will snap at you at once—the next moment he forgets it, and is as loving as ever.— Tread on the toes of a human hog and lie will walk away and treat you like an outcast for a twelvemonth perhaps. Talk as you may against a quick tem per, the 'possessor is an angel in compar ison to the creature we have described. He lets fly at once all he has to say and that is the end of it. Ten minutes after if you call upon him, he extends his hand and exclaims—" What a fool I was to get angry !"—and is as kind and as sociable as ever. The grouty cur says nothing, grits his teeth, perhaps, and for years may be si lently working against your interest.— He never forgives—never forgets. He goes mincing along—as stilt as a poker —anj every opportunity he gets, unseen, he will spit tobacco juice on your coat or maim the trees on your premises.— Port. Bulletin. A Goon REFERENCE.—" Do you know Mr. —1" asked one friend of another, referring to an old gentleman who was famous for his fondness for the extract of hop. " Yes sir, I know him very well" " What kind of a man is he I" " Why, in the morning when he gets up, he is a beer barrel, and in the even ing when he goes to bed, he is a barrel of beer." U- A dandy at a ball, in whisking about the room, ran his head against a young lady. He apologised. " Not a word, sir" said the lady, " it is not hard enough to hurt anybody." A DOUBLE DISAPPOINTMENT.—The Rev. Mr. Niles, of Lowell, in crossing over the ferry at East Boston, had his pocket picked of six manuscript sermons, not one of which had been preached. His regrets are only equalled by those of the thief who probably imagined he had a package of bank notes as his prize. CORRECT PRINCIPLES SUPPORTED BY TRIITE, HUNTINGDON, PA., NOVEMBER 25, 1846. TILE MORNING OF LIFE. Dow, jr., the patent sermonizer of the N. Y. Sunday Mercury, describes life at twenty, in the following unique man ner: "My friends—at twenty we are wild, wild as partridges. There is no such thing as taming us; we ride that fierce, fiery and headstrong animal, Passion, over fences, ditches, hedges, and on to the devil—leap the five-barred gate of reason, without touching the curb of discretion, or pulling harder than a tit mouse upon the strong rein of judgment. 0, at twenty, you are perfect locomo tives,•going it at the rate of sixty miles an hour; your heart is the boiler—love is the steam, which you sometimes blow off in sighs—and hope, fear, anxiety and jealousy, are the train that you drag. At this season of life, you are filled with the exhilerating gas of romance; everything to you looks romantic, by spells, even a jackass philosophizing over a barrel of vinegar. You (both girls and boys) now read novels till your gizzards have softened into a sen timental jelly, and settled into the pit of your stomach. 0, I know how you feel ! —you feel as though you would like to soar from star to star !—kick little plan ets aside!—take crazy comets by their blazing hair, and pull them into their right courses—sit upon the highest peak of a thunder cloud and dangle the red lightning between your thumb and fin gers, as a watch-chain—then dive into the golden sunset sea, and sport with celestial syrens—speed on, pull the nose of the blackguard in the moon—ransack all creation—knock a few panes out of the windows of Heaven—and then flut ter down as gently as a breeze, and find the darling object of your love mending stockings by moonlight ! That's how you feel." A Pet Leopard In Davidson's " Trade and Travel in the East," a work lately issued in Lon don, we have a notice of a tame Leop ard : " While on the subject of wild animals I may mention a leopard that was kept by an English officer in Satnarang, du ring our occupation of the Dutch colo nies. This animal had its liberty, and used to run all over after its master.— One morning, after breakfast, the officer was sitting smoking his hookah, with a book in his right hand, and the hookah snake in his left, wnen he felt a slight pain in his left hand, and on attempting to raise it, was checked by a low angry growl from his pet leopard. On looking down he saw the animal had been lick ing the back of his hand, but continued licking the hand with great apparent relish, which did not much please his master, who with great presence of mind without attempting again to disturb the pet in his proceeding, called to his ser vant to bring him a pistol, with which he shot the animal dead on the spot.— Such pots as snakes nineteen feet long, and full grown leopards, are not to be trifled with. The largest snake I ever saw was twenty-five feet long and eight inches in diameter. I have heard of sixty feet snakes, but cannot vouch for the truth of the talk." THE OLD INDIAN.—An old Indian while hunting, came across a she wolf, prowl ing along the edge of a dismal swamp. Although, within rifle shot, he reserved his fire, and chose rather to track her to her den, where he captured three cubs. The government was then pay ing a bounty for wolf scalps; and ac cordingly, scalping the cubs, he present ed himself before the proper authorities,• and pocketed the bounty money. For years he followed up this system, selling the scalps of the cubs, when presenting himself one morning at the office of the supervisors, the astonished, clerk asked Is it possible there are so many wolves in your country 1" " Yes," was the laconic reply. "In the same swampl" " Yes." " Did you ever see the old she wolf 1" " Yes." " Well, it is she that does the business—why don't you shoot her 1" "Because me no get any more cubs then." THE LAW OF LOVE.-It would take, we think, a pretty long sermon to illus trate the law of love, and point out its application, more perfectly, or more for cibly, than is done in the following an ecdote: Dr. Doddridge once asked his little daughter, nearly six years old, what made everybody love her '1 She said— ,4 I don't know, indeed, papa, unless it is because 1 love every body." ANSWERED.-" May a man marry his deceased wife's sister 1" If she says yes when the question is popped, we hold that he may—and morp than this, if she be young, pretty, ami• able and accomplished, and necessary to his happiness, we think him a ereat fool if he don't. From the Knickerbocker, TAWNY MALL. The sweetest girl of all I know Is charming FANNY HALL ; The wildest at a husking, The gayest at a ball: Her cheek is like a Jersey peach, Her eye is blue and clear, And her lip is like the sumac In the Autumn of the year. Canova never made a bond Like her's so plump and fair; Poor Raphael had been crazed with her Madonna brow and hair: And I'm inclined to think if Powers Could tee her, he would grieve To find a romping Yankee girl Had beaten Mrs. Eve! There's not a blemish in her form, No fault about her face; Sit down and gaze front morn till night, You'll find her—perfect grace. And then, to finish all, her voice! Front the sweetest birds in Spring You couldn't tell its warble;—but She "DOESN'T KNOW ♦ THING I" From the Pennsylvania Inquirer. AN ELOQUENT ADDRESS-WAR, We have been favored with a pamphlet copy of an address recently delivered before the Phi-Beta-Kappa Society of Harvard University,by Charles Summer, Esq. Its title is "The Scholar, the Jurist, the Artist, and the Philanthro pist," in allusion more particularly to Pickering, Story, Allston and Channing —all of whom have died within a short period. We have seldom met with a production purer in style, nobler in sen timent, or more elevated in intellectual tone. We have room this morning, how ever, for only a single passage, but it is especially appropriate to the present time. After an eloquent allusion to Chan ning, and the order of his philanthropy, Mr. Summer proceeds thus to speak of war: "The same spirit of humanity and justice, which animated him in defence of liberty, also inspired his exertions for the abolition of the barbarous Insti tution of War. When I call war an in stitution, I mean the legalized, technical war, sanctioned, explained and defined by the law of nations, as a mode of de termining questions of right. I mean war, the arbitrator, the umpire of right, the Ordeal by Battle, deliberately con tinued in this age of Christianity and civilization, as the means of justice be- Veen nations. Slavery is an institution sustained by our private municipal law. War is an institution sustained by the law of nations and the custom of man kind. Both are relics of the early ages, and have their root in violence and wrong. And here the principle, already con sidered, that nations and individuals are bound by one and the same rule of right, applies with unmistakeable force. Our civilization brands the Trial by Battle, by which justice in the early ages was determined betwenn individuals, as mon strous and impious ; and it refuses to recognize any glory in the successful combatants. Christianity turns from these scenes of strife, as abhorrent to her highest injunctions. And is it right for nations qi . to conue a usage, defined and established Wn bode of laws which is monstrous and impious in individuals' The conscience answers, No. • It will be perceived that this view of 1 the character of war leaves undisturbed , that sublime question of Christian ethics, —existing only in Christian ethics,— whether the asserted right of self defence 1 is consistent with the meekness, the I long suffering, the submission of Christ. Channing thought it was. It is sufficient that war, when regarded as an institu tion, sanctioned by the law of nations as a judicial combat, raises no such ques tion, involves no such right. NN hen, in our age, two nations, after mutual preparations, continued perhaps through many years, appeal to war and invoke the God of battles, they voluntarily adopt this unchristian umpirage of right, nor can either side strongly plead the overruling necessity, on which alone the right of self-defence is founded. Self defence is independent of law ; it knows no law; it springs from the tempestuous urgency of the moment, which brooks neither circumscription nor Delay.— Define it, give it laws, circumscribe it by a code, invest it with form, refine it by punctilio, and it becomes the Duel.— And modern war, with its innumerable rules, regulations, limitations and refine ments, is the Duel of Nations. But these nations are communities of Christian brothers. War is, therefore, a duel between brothers. In this light, its impiety finds apt illustration in the Past. Fait away in the early period of time, where the uncertain hues of Poetry blend with the serener light of History, our eyes discern the fatal contest between those two brothers, Eteocles and Polyn ices. No scene fills the mind with deeper aversion ; we do not inquire which of ; them was in the right. The soul says in bitterness and sorrow, both were wrong, and refuses to discriminate between their degrees of guilt. A just and enlightened public opinion, hereafter regarding the feuds and wars of mankind, shall con demn both sides as wrong, shall deem all wars as fratricidal, and shall see in every battle-field a scene from which to avert the countenance, as from that dis mal duel beneath the walls of Grecian Thebes. Cincinnati and Baltimore. Here is a speck of internal war. We take the following from the Cincinnati Commercial : We saw and conversed with Samuel Myers, yesterday, who has just return ed from Monterey, which place he left on the 15th ult. He is the young man who was shot in the chin, through the mouth into the throat, at the storming of Monterey. He belonged to the . Rifles,' and volunteered from this city. He in formed us that when he first felt the ball he did not think he was seriously inju red, although the size of it, we should judge by inspection, (he has it with him) was a little larger than the common sized hickory nut, and lay there inbedded in his neck ! Mr. Myers also assures us that he stood next to the brave Con. WATSON when he fell, and that he had twice call ed to the Baltimoreans to come to the charge! They refused ! ! andhe exclaim ed "Cowards ! d-d Cowards !" and ran to the charge WITH THE OHIO VOLUNTEERS ! !! The Baltimoreans actually did—says this brave soldier, who is corroborated by numerous letters received yesterday —allow their leader to fall ! fighting with strangers ! ! but, we see, with men who appreciated him. The Ohio Vol unteers actually took the advance of the Baltimoreans, when it was meanly un claimed, marching before them by the side of their brave leader ! It now ap pears plain enough why the Baltimore ans accused the Ohio and Kentucky Volunteers with showing the "White Feather"—it was to cover, in advance, the cowardice, compared with the Ohioans, they displayed. The Old World and the New We attach very little importance to the speculations of such journalists as predict that Spain and France united, will attempt to reconquer certain coun tries in the New World. Nevertheless, Louis Phillippe is full of ambition, and if he had a little more youth on his side, he might venture on some bold enter prise. The N. Y. Sun says :—" There is more pregnant matter to the peace of Europe in the marriage of the Duke de Montpensier to the Infanta of Spain, than was generally supposed. Spain wanted the counsel and alliance of some important power, and now the apprehen sion is that, united to the Orleans fami ly of France, having brave and capable young men as its leading members, and a sagacious old king at its head, attempts may be made to revive the faded glories of Spain in attempts to reconquer its ancient possessions in Mexico, Central America, New Grenada, Equador, Ven ezuela, Peru, Chili, the Argentine Con federation, the Oriental Republic, and Paraguay, which were once rich Span ish territories, am' have been separated by revolutions. Backed by the power of France, whht cannot Spain accom plish I A moderate land force, with the support of the priesthood, would have little difficulty in recovering Central America. France desires to control the Isthmus of Panama. Having subjugated the northern republics of South Amen ca, Peru and Chili could be reduced in a short time. The Prince de Joinville having married a Princess of Brazil, has already induced that power to lend its aid. Powerful expiditions, with the aid of France, could be fitted out from Cuba for operations in Mexico, and the only check to these movements would be the decided hostility of the republics themselves, backed by the private en terprise of the people of the United States and the British Islands." COMPLIMENT TO GEN. TAYLOR.—The citizens of Jefferson County, Ky., where Gon. Taylor was reared and educated, have caused a massive silver pitcher to be executed as a present to him. A letter will be forwarded to Gcn. Taylor advising him that the pitcher will be de livered to his lady. It is a fit present from the old friends of the -General to their former neighbor. ID- The Luzorne Democrat of last week, in reference to the elections in New York and New Jersey, says : "We are in hopes when the full returns come in from these States that they will give a more cheering aspect to the democra cy. If not, we are inclined to think those p apers _ that attributed the defeat of the Democratic party in this State to the rain and storm, will have to give some other cause for the result in these States," [EDITOR AND PROPRIETOR WHOLE NO, 565. The Death Bed of an Infidel Some years ago, an individual, well known and highly repected, in the reli gious world, narrated in my hearing (says Ford's Damascus,') the following incident: In early life, while with a college companion ; he was making a tour on the continent, at Paris his friend was seized with an alarming illness. A physician of great celebrity was speedily sum moned, who stated that the case was a critical one, and that much would de pend upon a minute attention to his di rection. As there was no one at hand upon whom they could place much re , liance, he Was requested to recommend some confidential and experienced nurse. He mentioned one, but added, "You may think yourself happy in deed should you be able to secure her services ; but she is so much in request among the higher circles here, that there is little chance of finding her disengaged: The narrator at once ordered his car , riage, went to her residence, and much to his satisfaction found her at home. He briefly stated his errand, and re quested her immediate attendance. "But before I consent to accompany you, permit me, sir," said she, " to ask you a single question: -Is your friend a Christian 1" " Yes," he replied, " indeed he is—a Christian in the best and highest sense of the term : a man who lives in the fear of God. But I should like to know your reason for such an inquiry 1" " Sir," she answered, " I was the nurse that attended Voltaire in his last illness, and for all the wealth of Europe, 11 would never see another Infidel die." BEYOND TEE GRAVE•—The grave is a world of gloom, dark and cheerless, with no ray of light to ilium its night of hor rors ; but a bettor philosophy teaches us that that is not the end. That though a cloud of darkness may gather around the closing scene, and the pall of death become the winding sheet of frail mor tality—a brighter dawn begins to break upon the soul's vast empire, while impe rial thought links its fond immortality fast to the immutability of the Eternal Throne.—Bee. THE HEART AND THE Swoßlit isre corded of the Duke of Luxemb g that on his death-bed, he declared that he would have cherished more deeply the memory of having given a cup of cold water to one of his fellow creatures in poverty and distress, than all the victo ries he had achieved, with their scenes of blood, desolation and death. An ad mirable lesson is conveyed in this brief expression of opinion. METHUSELAH NOT SO OLD AS HE MIGHT HAVE BEEN !—The London Atlas tells us that according to the Jewish authorities Methuselah did not live as long as he might have done had he attended to good advice, for it is written that as he was sleeping on the ground, when well strick. en in years, an angel appeared to him, and told him that if he would rise up and build him a house to live in, the Lord would prolong his life five hundred years. Methuselah made answer that it was not worth while for him to build a house for so short a term." And so he died before he was a thousand years old. POTATOES.—The potato crop of Maine has suffered but little by the rot this year in comparison with last year. The apprehension of the disease to the root, however, prevented the planting of as many as usual, and the yield, owing to the dry weather, is not large. The epi demic, if we may so call it, is evidently passing away in this country, and will in Europe. Probably this will be their worst year, and it may be hoped that they will have a better crop next year. It began to be seriously felt first, we be lieve, in the middle States of this Uuion, and progressed Eastward. The recove ry progresses in the same way. —Kenna bec Journal. 07- Whenever you hear a young miss lecturing her mother on gentility, con tradicting her parents, pouting and com plaining, whenever she cannot have her own way, depend upon it she will make a poor companion. In prosperity she will never be satisfied—Lin adversity she will despond and complain—in sickness she will distress herself and all around her. Never choose her for a compan ion. p-" Why mother almost every word in John's letter is spelt wrong. You'd not have me marry such a man, sure 1" " La! child, I suppose that's the way they spell in the place where he lives.— There are different fashions in spelling as well as in other things." The Piqua, Ohio, Register, names the Hon. Andrew Stewart, of Pennsyl vania, as a candidate for the Presidency. I I