Huntingdon journal. (Huntingdon, Pa.) 1843-1859, February 17, 1847, Image 1
.HIJ),TI.);--LPU - . JOURNAL. fIY JAMFS CLARK :I VOL, XII, NO, 7, REl' b 356 a.MM. o The "JounwAL" 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 rearagea 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 anudvertisentent is to be con tinued, it will be kept in till ordered out, and charg ed ac,tordingly. a7V. B. PAT,ME It , Esq., is authorized to ac as Agent for this paper,to procure subscriptions end 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. New York—Number 160 Nassau street. Boston—Number 16 State street. POETICAL. From the U. S. Gazette. TWILICHT HOUR. This is the hour that I love best Of all the hours of day, When, sinking slowly to his rest, The day-god fades away; When all so tranquil and serene, The wind scarce breathes a sigh, And here and there a star is seen To twinkle in the sky. Oh ! this sweet hour doth seem to me Almost as if 'twere given, 'When from the cares of day set free, To raise the thoughts to heaven ; ror as I watch the distant sky, That glows with many a star, I think of that dear friend on high, And that bright world afar. I think of all the loved, the lost, Who horn this world 'lath flown, And with the ransatned heavenly host, Surround the Father's throne. Oft fancy waves her magic wand, And 'mid the shade of night, Those dear ones from the spirit land Will g cet my ravished sight— Or as the zephyrs voice I hear, Sigh with a plaintive moan, I often list with anxious ear For some remembered tone, Some voice that here forever still, In rapturous strains of love, Joins in the joyous songs that swell The harmony above. FLOWERS. Ye are the Scriptures of the earth, Sweet flowers fair and frail, A Sermon speaks in every bud That woos tho summer gale. Ye lift your heads at early morn, To greet the sunny ray, And cast your fragrance forth to praise The Lord of night and day. Sown in the damp and cheer!. es earth, Ye elu mber fur a while ; Then waken unto glorious life, And bid creution smile. Thus when within the darksome tomb, Our mortal flames shall lie, The soul, freed from the bounds of sin, Shall join the choir on high. MISCELLANEOUS. SITEINTITION It is singular, but it is true, that su perstition prevails in this day of know ledge. It is an impossibility to reason people out of the belief that the break ing of a looking-glass ; the howling of a dog ; the lowing of a cow at night, the gnawing of an insect upon the wall, etc. prognosticates the near approach of death to some member of the family.— After the death of a child, a parent, or a brother, we have heard persons remark with all sincerity—" I knew some one would die—l was forwarned of it. I heard a groan one day under the win dow, and no one was there." We have also heard the remark, after the death , of a friend—" I expected it—our dog dug several graves in the yard, and these were the signs of death." Foolish as this language may appear, we hear it time and again, especially from those who live in the country, and are less informed. These very persons who are thus superstitious, had they lived in the days of Mather, would have been firm believers in witchcraft, ghosts and hob goblins. And while they are thus delu ded they are wretched. The barking of every dog—the burning of every can dle—the breaking of every glass, makes them turn pale with fear. They are warned of death in every breeze. Night brings them but little repose. The death tick may be heard, or they may be warn ed of the grim destroyer in a terrible dream. Gen. Walstein, who lived in the sev enteenth century, was singularly super stitious, though he was brave and intre pid on the field of battle. In 1625, while planning one of his campaigns, he sat up all night, as usual, on such oc casions, to consult the stars. Sitting by his window, but in contemplation, he felt himself violently struck on the back. Feeling that he was alone, and his chamber door locked, he was seized with affright. He doubted not this blow was a messenger from God to warn him of his speedy death. He became me lancholy, but his friends knew not the ' cause. His confession, however, disco vered the cause, and one of the pages of the general confessed that, being intent on playing one of his comrades a trick, had hid himself in Walstein's apartment, and, mistaking him for his friend, had ' struck him on the back. While his master was examining the room, he jumped out of the window. The con fessor pledged his word that no evil should befal the page, and felt happy to be able to quiet the general. Great was his surprise when he heard Walstein or der the immediate hanging of the young man. He would hear no words; the gibbet was prepared, the page delivered up, and the executioner provided. The whole army, from principal officers to the lowest in rank, felt indignant to• wards the general, while the confessor threw himself at the feet of Walstein, begging for the life of the youth, but in I vain. The page mounted the ladder, and in a moment more the unfortunate youth would have been in eternity,when the general cried out—" stop !" and in a loud voice exclaimed—" Well, young man, have you now experienced what the fears of death are I I have served you as you have served me—now we are quit." More dead than alive, the poor youth descended from the gibbet amid shouts of joy from the whole army. Thousands of people suffer from their superstitious notions, when, if the cause of certain noises and signs were ex plained, they would see at once how foolish they had been. There is a na tural cause for everything. The death tick in the wall is from a little insect ; unpleasant dreams arise from severe ex ertion of over-heating. The faces and forms we sometimes imagine we see be fore us are caused by defects in our vis ion. We have warnings enough of death in the falling of the leaves; the decay of nature, and the death of friends, without making ourselves eternally mis erable by our superstitions. Con. Taylor The unostentatious appearance of old Rough and Ready, has never been more happily described than in the following paragraph by G. de L., in the N. York Spirit of the Times : " Winding down It hill, our column was halted to let a troop of horse pass. Do you see at their head a plain look ing gentleman, mounted upon a brown horse, having upon his head a Mexican sombrero, dressed in a brown, olive-co lored loose frock-coat, gray pants, wool socks and shoes 1 From under the frock appears the scabbard of a sword ; he has the eye of an eagle, every linea ment of his countenance is expressive of honesty, and a calm, determined mind. Reader, do you know who this plain-looking gentleman is No. It is Major General Zachary Taylor, who, with his military family, and a compa ny of Dragoons as an escort, is on his way to Victoria. He never has around him any of the "pomp and circumstance of glorious war," but when the battle rages, when victory hangs upon a thread, when the bravest even dread the galling fire, you will find foremost amongst them all, that brave and gallant general,whose presence alone insures a victory." WELL ANSWERED.-A humorous fel low, a carpenter, being summoned as a witness on a trial for an assault, one of the counsel, who was much given to browbeating the witness, asked him what distance be was standing from the panes when he saw the defendant strike the plaintiff. The carpenter replied, " just five feet four inches and a half." " Pray thee, fellow," said the coun sel, " how is it possible that you can be SJ exact as to the distance' " I thought," said the carpenter, "that some fool or other might ask me, so I measured it." A HEAVY LOAD OF STAKES.—Dan Mar ble occasionally lets off a joke that will keep. He saw a fellow staggering about the race track the other day, with more liquor than he could conveniently carry. "Halloo ! what's the matter now l" said a friend whom the inebriated indi vidual had just ran against. " Wh—hic—why," said the fellow, so drunk that he was hardly able to artic ' elate, " wh—hic—why, the fact is a lot of my friends have been b-b—hic —bet ting liquor on the race to-day, and they've got me to hold the stakes for them." RECITATION.-" Class in 'rithmatic, tale the floor," said the professor. "Ze button, what is a unit 1" "A unit, is a•a-" " Next." "A ewe-nit is a little bit of a female feller founded on sheepses." " Take your seats." CORRECT PRTNCIPLESVPORTED BY TRUTH HUNTINGDON, PA,, FEBRUARY 17, 1847, CAPTAIN NO . . 1, OF COMPANY NO. 2. The following rich specimen of sar casm and wit, is taken from a speech re cently delivered by JAMES Fox, Esq., of Dauphin county, in the House of Repre sentatives, at Harrisburg. It is in re ply to Mr. Hasson, the member from Cambria. To appreciate it properly, the parties should have been seen and heard. Mr. Fox said— A word more, Mr. Speaker, in regard to my roley-boley friend from Cambria, and I have done. That valient and re doubtable second edition of Col. Pluck, has indulged himself in denouncing the Whigs and their principles thus: " From the earliest period of the .dmir ican Rivolution doun to the prisint time, the Whegs have always been Tories.— Their prenciples are idintified wid the black-cockade Fideralists, and they have nicer failed to exult in the victiries of our innimies. In the county of Cambria a Volunteer Company, composing 101 men, started fur Alixico, and there were only sexteen Whegs en it." I ask, sir, why is not the " represen tative of the frosty sons of thunder," himself, now marching towards the bat tle-field 1 I can easily imagine, from the ginger pop patriotism of the gentle. man, that lie could hot enter a company as a private soldier, but I would have supposed, from his enlarged proportions, and comprehensive love of country, that lie would tender himself to the Gover nor of the Commonwealth, as a whole Company, officers, privates and all, of which he was Captain No. 1, of Compa ny No. 2 !! I fancy I can now see the gentleman standing on the summit of some mighty mountain in Cambria, robed cap-a-pie in the soldier's garb, swelling with patri otic indignation at the boldness of Mex• scan braggadocia, his face rosy as a summer's pepper, and suffused with a compound of tears and other mucilagi nous liquids, bidding a rapid adieu to the culls and quagmires, the toads, frogs and snakes of his own, his darling Cam bria. Behold him tearing himself from the scenes of his childhood, and march ing with hurried steps to the field of slaughter. Company No. 2, command ed by Captain No. 1, is now on the plains of Mexico ; his heart is in the fray and eager for the fight." The mu sic of the fife and drum are lost in the hoarse thunder of the cannon's roar, the beams of Heaven are partially obscured by the dust and smoke of battle, when the gallant Captain No. 1, of Company No. 2, is seen emerging from the shan tee or chapparel. Around his head he wears a wreath of shamrock, over his back is spanned a coat of scarlet, signi ficant of his murderous intentions, his breeches woven to the leg as though the flesh had been melted and run into them, on either shoulder floats a mackerel, in his left hand he carries a brick-bat, and in his right flourishes the mighty shille lah. Thus sinned and equipped, strad dled upon a mule, gorgeously caparison ed, he enters the arena, and looks fierce ly forth for the mighty Santa Anna him self. " Heeds up, Captain No. 1, tion Company NO: 2, count aff in sictions qffoor, and march at whaling destancis I for sexteen. Behould that luiberly spal peen, Santa ./lnna, and follow your Gene ral," and, darting for his rival, like a true knight of the olden time, he strikes the shield of the mighty chief. The as tonished followers of the Mexican Gen- eral recoil at the fearless courage of the stranger soldier. "Git oot o' me rood., Olisther Santa 4nna, or I'll be the dith of ye, shouts Captain .A^o. 1, of Compa ny .No. 2. "Sur, I'm the decindint of Teddy O'Toole; I was born in the town of Limerick, in the county of Tipperary; I am the ripresintatev' from Cambria coun ty, and the right arm of the Dimmicratic party of Pinnsylvany; I've thrn veiled a thousand miles to see you, an by the un decayed shens of St. Pathrick, and the sthrawberry leps of Kate Killarney, but I'll be the dith ov ye," and suiting the action to the word, he rushed headlong against his antagonist. It was a most fearful and mighty attack. It combin ed the enthusiastic energy of Falstaff; the serene judgment of Quixotte and the skill and strategy of an animated, living, blood and bones, Jack o' Clubs. Sir, it was irresistible, it staggered the plumed warrior of the South, and both riders fell to the earth. It was a dread ful and most intensely interesting mo ment. The palfrey of the gentleman was seen darting across the plain, his darling shillclah was flying through the air like the stick of a rocket, and last, though not least, the unmentionables of the gallant, though unfortunate Captain No. 1, of Company No. 2, were rent asunder, and, like Cardinal Woolsey, he was loft "naked to his enemies." Sir, misfortune commands our pity and re spect, and wo here drop. the curtain, mentioning, however, that the latest ac- counts from the seat df war, represent Chewing Tobacco in the Itotise of God. the Captain as being totally bewildered, The following appeal to tobacco chew and running to and fro like the affright- ers is taken from the Methodist Protest ed sons of Jerusalem, and exclaiming, thit, published in Baltimore. We insert in imitation of the Duke of York, at the it in the hope that it may arrest the at battle of Bosworth, " horse, a horse/ tention i and improve the habits, of those my laurels, my military laurels, for a in this community, who are addicted to horse ; but if you've got no horse, I'll the highly censurable practice of chew swap 'em for my jackass ing tobacco, and attaining the juice sithile in Church :—Ed. Journal. A word I would drop to the Church-going folk, Of country and town, and not in a joke. Now chewing tobacco and spitting the juice In the House of tho Lord, can find no excuse, But want of politeness, or rather of greet, Or want of respect for the hallowed place; Yet here it is practised by A, B and C, And there it is followed by E, F and G. You never need ask where these gentry sit, Just look on the wall and you'll see by the spit t' In dark filthy puddles it spreads on the floor, Front the pulpit all round each way to the dour. The scene is disgusting ! and hots , must you feel, If in such a place, you're expected to kneel? Yet often it happens these men are so good, They bend on their knees while others have stood. This done, they return to their labor again, Still chewing their quid and spreading the stain. A scandal to men ! a scandal to grace! Here decency blushes and covers her face ! Do throw out your chew ere you enter the door, And never so rudely behave any more; But down with your cash for the sand and the soap, And the horrible job of cleaning all up. E. H. GEN. TAYLOR'S LETTER, The value which the brave and humane General Taylor sets upon the lives of his soldiers, as manifested in his unwil lingness to throw away fifty or a hun dred of them, unnecessarily, in storming Monterey, has suggested to a friend a Characteristic anecdote of General Jack son, strongly evincing the same trait in that stern, valiant and unquestionably sagacious commander, to whose memory the circumstance does such honor that we are happy to be able to present it to the public, on the high authority of the person to whom Jackson made the state ment.—X. Y. Jour. Com. " Our informant arrived at N. Orleans on the fourth of February, 1815, (about four weeks after the crowning victory over the British,) and being an intimate personal friend of Jackson, proceeded to the general's head=quarters, and passed nearly the Whole night in conversation with him, and mainly upon the incidents of the recent great battle: After nar rating many of the circumstances of the conflict, General Jackson said--• , I sup pose you have wondered why I permit ted the British army to retire from the field and make good their retreat, with out attempting to hinder or molest them, after they had been so thoroughly crip pled in their attack on our lines." His friend replied—" No, General, I did not ; because I knew you would not have ta ken the course you did, without good reasons." "Yes," said Jackson, "I had good reason for my conduct. I knew that my brave volunteers were invinci ble in their patriotism, and that, behind those breast-works, they could defend themselves against the best troops in ! the world. But I knew that in the open ; field their want of military experience ' and discipline would expose them to the terrible loss from the fire of the well drilled veterans of the British army, still capable of opposing several com plete battalions to me. It is true, I , could have routed them and cut off their retreat, and destroyed or captured their whole force, but it would have been at! the sacrifice of hundreds of my best vol unteers—an unnecessary sacrifice, be- ! cause my success was complete without it. I had done all that was to be desi red. And then—tO think of throwing away the lives of brave volunteers"— said the old General, indignant at the idea of such a wanton sacrifice—" my brave Tennessee volunteers! many of I whom, mere boys of 18 and 20, were brought to me, at Nashville, from the country by their parents, in some in-1 stances by their widowed mothers, who said to me, Here General, is our only son"—or, as sometimes, when one pa rent brought three or four boys to me, " Here are our sons ! Take them, and make them fight for their country!— Make good soldiers of them! But don't ; expose them unnecessarily ! Take good care of them, General!" "Why," con tinned Jackson, "by the—l would'nt give the lives of twenty of my brave Tennessee volunteers for the whole Bri tish Army." A powerful expression of that gener ous humanity which so well becomes true courage, and of a just appreciation of the value of the life of an American citizen. And, much as we regret to re peat, the characteristic profanity which accompanied it, we aro reminded by its associations, of that oath which Sterne says, " the ascending spirit which flew up to Heaven's chancery with it, blush ed as he gave it in ; and the recording angel as lie wrote it down, dropped a tear upon the word, and blotted it out forever!" We rejoice to know that Taylor, with all of Jackson's successful courage, has in no particular less than Jackson's hu mane horror of the waste of his gallant soldiers' lives, for the empty glory of the extermination of a conquered and retreating foe. The Hibernia Steamship brought news of the terrible ravages of Famine in Ire ! land. The English papers received at i our office are full of heart rending de tails of starvation and death. What a , spectacle The granaries of this coun- I try overflowing, the poorest living lux uriously, speculators realizing fortunes by dealing in wheat and corn, while the curse of Famine is brooding over every rood of land in poor Ireland. The Freeman's Journal announces 1200 notices to foreclose mortgage on Irish estates. According to a statement in the same paper, out of a population of 8,000,000, 2,500,000 in ordinary times are destitute, and the total cost of pro viding for these is .£11,315,00. How , it asks, "is this enormous sum to be I paid by a country whose gross rental amounts to only £10,000,0001" To give some idea of the terrible dis tress, we present a few startling details. At Skibbereen, Ballydeliab, Scull, Cris. tlehaven, Castletown, and other places, ten or twelve funerals a day are common, and collections are made in the churches to provide coffins for the destitute. The "Nation" heads a paragraph, "the coroners too few." The coroners, it says, in Mayo, begin to be too few to hold the inquests. "Death by starvation," "Death from utter destitution," are verdicts which have become fearully frequent. The Cork Examiner says, that in the neighborhood of Castlebar, one meal of cabbage a day is the only food of the in habitants. In the neighborhood of Crookhaven, says the same paper, a collection was made on Sunday, to purchase a bier to take the dead bodies to the grave with out coffins; for so numerous had become the deaths, the living are no longer able to purchase coffins. O'Connell, at the usual weekly meet ing of the Repeal Aissociation, said that the state of country was ten-fold worse than one week before. The frost had set in, and cold and hunger were doing their work. In Connaught there were forty seven deaths from starvation iii one week —forty seven eases in which coroners had rendered the verdict of " death from starvation," The benevolent clergyman of the lit tle parishes near Dunmanus Bay, said to n special reporter "My dear sir, no des cription that I could give would for a moment adequately tell the misery, wretchedness, and sufferings, of my poor people. They are in the most frightful state of destitution that can be possibly imagined: They are living almost en ' tirely upon a description of sea weed called mivawn, for they have long eaten up whatever cabbage and turnips were in the country !" &EON° CURIOSITY.—A few nights ago "In a second house I visited in Ma- a well dressed person knocked at a door crottm," says a special reporter, "I found in Dome street, Boston, and obtained a no less than half a dozen members of a light to look after something which ho family huddled together in a heap, corn- said he had lost on the sidewalk. Soy gs, oral passengers, one after another as posed of hay, straw, rushes, shavin and God knows what, with no covering they came along, offered to assist him whatever, save the rags that constitute in the search, and asked him what he Br SAVING.—Be saving—not stingy.l their only habiliments. They were was looking for. He evaded a reply, 'There is a disposition to waste which obliged to throw themselves indiscrimi- and conjecturing it was something vain , should be strongly condemned. A mean, nately together, so as to keep warmth in able, the people loitered round to see it miserly wretch we despise ; but a vast- I their attenuated frames." found. After an hour's search, the man ing, prodigal, lazy spendthrift we morel The Cork Examiner contains a letter exclaimed that lie had got it! "What than despise. Ho who will kick aside a signed N. M. Cummins, J. P., Ann-mount is it 1" cried several in a breath. " It's nail, because he is too indolent to stoop Cork, addressed to the Duke of Welling- a cent, said the man, a little ashamed ; I and pick it up, may see the day when ton. We give an extract: I went 15th I did'nt care anything about it, but I he will be thankful for a nail's worth of instant to Skibbereen, and to give the wanted to see where the darn'd thing went bread to eat. We never knew a pru- instance of one townland which I visited, to!" dent, economical, saving man to come as an example of the state of the entire to want ; but we have known scores of , coast district, I shall state simply what A GOOD ONE.—Prentice says there individuals, born to wealth, who, by not I saw there. It is situated on the eastern are Whigs enough going to Mexico to looking out for mills and dimes, have side of Castlehaven harbor, and is named Whip the Mexicans, and a sufficient died in want and misery.—Port. Bub South Reen, in the parish of Myross. j number remaining at home to whip the letin. Being aware that I should have to wit, locofocos. THE FAMINE IN IRELAND, DEATHS FROM STARVATION. [EDITOR AND PROPRIETOR WHOLE NO. 575. ness scenes of frightful hunger, I provi ded myself with as much bread as five men could carry, and on reaching the spot I was surprised to find the wretched hamlet apparently deserted. I entered some of the hovel . s . to ascertain the cause, and the scenes which presented them selves were such as no tongue or pen can convey the slightest idea of. In the first, six famished and ghastly skeletons, to all appearatice dead, were huddled in a corner on some straw,•their sole covering what seemed a ragged horse cloth, their wretched legs hanging about naked above the knee. I approached in horror, and found, by a low moaning, they were aliVe; they were in fever—four children, a woman, and what had once been a man. It is impossible to go through the detail; suffice it to say, that in a few minutes I was surrounded by at least two hundred of such frightful spectres as no words can describe: By far the greater num ber were delirious, either from famine or from fever. Their demoniac yells are still in my ears, and their horrible lina ges are fixed upon my brain. My heart sickens at the recital, but I must go on. In another case, decency would forbid what follows, but it Atust be told: My clothes Were nearly torn off in my en deavor to escape from the throng of pes tilence around, when my neck-cloth was seized from behind by a gripe which compelled me to turn. I found myself grasped by a woman with an infant just born in her arms, and the remains of a filthy sack across her loins—the sole covering of herself and Labe, The same morning the police opened a house on the adjoining lands, which was observed shut for many days, and two frozen corpses were found, lying upon the mud floor, half devoured by rats." Amid ail this horrible desolation, the Work of distilling rum from corn still goes on: The demand for fire arms is beyond all calculation. Whatever else they sacrifice, the Irish peasantry will have arms. The restraints of law are fast giving way. Robberies of all descrip tions abound. The soldiers are con stantly on the alert to prevent the plun der of corn and flour by those whom hunger has driven to desperation. The Potato Crop. Success in raising the potato in this country is important, the more so now/ that the failure has become so general in Europe. The &lowing remarks, if acted upon, will prevent the disease, and insure a large and profitable crop. Select a good clay soil (land previously limed always preferred), plow and harrow the ground thoroughly, which may be done most ef fectually by using ; in addition to the common, the subsoil plow, which not only assists in pulverizing, but also in a great measure secures the crop against loss from very wet and dry seasons.— When the potatoes are cut into pieces of suitable sire for planting, having on each piece a good germ, sift plaster over them, and stir the pile with a shovel until the raw parts of the potato become coated, Which prevents bleeding, at the same time invigorates and strengthens the plant. Plant in drills as usual; pre , vious to covering, however, strew leach• ed ashes, mixed with a small quantity of lime, over the planting, at the rate of a shovelful to each yard (more or less according to the strength of the soil): When the vines are about ten inches out of the ground, spread over the hills and vines a mixture of ashes and plas ter ;—a man with a bag over his shoul der containing this mixture, throwing it right and left, will soon perform the task. If the weather becomes wet, sul try, or otherwise unfavorable to the crop, it will be well to sow lightly over the vines powder of sulphur, an article cer tain of effect against mildew, and other similar diseases of plants, and is also a powerful stimulant to vegetation.—Smc- . rican Farmer.