lIU\TINGDON JOURNAL
BY JAMES CLARK :I
VOL. XII, NO. 17.
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POETIC A L.
[From the Saturdey Courier.]
" Hark !—The Sound is in our Highways,
FLOUR IN IRELAND $lO PER BARREL-SOL
DINES IN MEXICO $7 PER MONTH.
Oh God! that bread ehould be au dear,
And dealt and blood au cheap!"—Noon,
Hark !—the sound is in our highways—
'Tis the rolling drum and fife
Leading down to Death's wild deserts,
Nitwit I caravans of life!
With a visage grim and solemn,
How the plumed host deports !
There's a blood scent in their nostrils,
"rio the blood of their own hearts !
Flesh, ho ! fleshly feed the vo
Human cattle very low !
Droves qf skeletons to whiten
On the plains of Mexico.
They are marching by the chapel,
And their measured foo:4alls say--
0 Toll the passing bell, good Sexton,
We are passing quite away !"
Toll the bell—from this long journey
Few who go shall e'er come bock
Tull, oh toll, so those who mourn us
May put on their weeds of black !
Flesh, ho ! flesh to feed the vulture,—
Human cattle very low . 1
Droves of skeelons to whittn
On the plains of Mexico.
In the East n nation oriel!'—
" We are starving—send us bread !"
In the South red War replica)—
" I am hungry for the dead !"
Saxon herds for foreign markets
They arc bought and sent away ;
But the ox upon the shambles
Brings a higher price than they !
ho! flesh to feed the rutin, e,--
!Inman ca tie very low !
Droves of skeletons to whiten
On the plains of Mexico !
NfiSCELLANEOUS.
[From the Yankee Doodle.]
THE FIRST BOON
OF THE CHRONICLES OF JONATHAN.
CHAPTER I.
Now it came to pass in those days that
James the First reigned over the nation
of Jonathan, in the room of John surna
med captain. (Now John had not died, '
but had gone to the Old Dominion and
was burned alive with his fathers, and
no man sought after him.) But James
the King did evil exceedingly, beyond
all that the Kings who had gone before
him had done. For he appointed tax
gatherers who did sorely vex and trouble
the people ; he, also, sought to root out
the makers of cotton and linen, and wool
en, and iron goods, and grievously har
rassed the shepherds and hushandmen.
Moreover, he mightily stirred up the
hearts of the people to war, and thought
in his heart to make the children of his
younger sister, whose lands were near
unto him, bondsmen, and tax payers.
Now it was in this wise, that the King
caused the war ; his younger sister had
a vineyard near to the river Sabine, fair
and good to look upon. And behold,
when King James looked upon the vine
yard, and saw it was a place to be desi
red, abounding in darkies and creoles,
and flowing with sugar and molasses,
straightway lie coveted it exceeding
much, and seized upon it, and annexed
it to the lands of Jonathan—seeking an
occasion against his sister. But his
younger sister suffered long, and would
not lift up her hand against Jonathan :
wherefore, the King waxed wroth, and
blasphemed, and aware vehemently she
should fight.
Then he commanded Zechariah, the I
captain of his host, a valiant man, in
whom was the spirit of wisdom, to take
three thousand chosen men, and march
into the land of his sister, (but the King
straitly charged him that he should de
clare to the children of his sister that
the land was Jonathan's ; and " I also,"
said the King, " will swear the same
thing to the counsellors of Jonathan,
when they meet together to talk.") But
the King himself went not to the war,
but remained home eating and drinking.
Moreover, the King ordered Vk infield,
the Chief Captain of all his host, to re-
pair to his post; now the raiment of
Winfield was the finest of sheep's wool,
and his meat was a "hasty plate of
soup." Moreover, Winfield was advan
ced in years, and had cut his eye teeth,
and kept his eye kocked both ways, and
he seasoned with himself, saying: 66 If I
shall obey the King, then will the enemy
open upon me in front, and the King and
his company shall assault me in the
back, and the place shall become too hot
for me and my travailings, for the land
of Jonathan shall be naught."
And behold as lie pondered on these
things, and sipped " his hasty plate of
soup,"his spirit waxed warm within him,
and his choler rose, and he straightway
declared unto the King, he would be
hanged if he would budge an inch.—
Then was the King wroth and said unto
him, " the Whigs do so to me and more,
also, if I don't play the devil with thee
for this!" Nevertheless, the word of
the King prevailed not against him.
But the war displeased Horace the
Fourierite, and he railed vehemently
against the King, and cursed him in his
heart, and taught the people also to hate
him. Now Horace was a mighty scribe,
neither regarded he the apparel of any
man.
CHAPTER
Now Zechariah did many mighty acts
and smote the enemy hip and thigh, and
took prisoners the Captains of their host,
and very much spoil, of cattle, and sheep,
and asses.
But in process of time the treasury of
the King was greatly diminished ; and
he called unto him Robert, the Steward
of his household, and said unto him—
"wherewithal wilt thou provide for the
sustenance of the army, and the maid
ens of my household 1" And the Stew
ard answered and said unto him—" This
thing will I do. I will comb my head
and anoint my whiskers with oil and put
on a sanctimonious air, and go unto the
money shavers of Gotham, and it shall
be when they behold my face, that their
purse-strings shall relax, and they shall
replenish the treasuries of my lord the
King." And the saying pleased the
King well.
So Robert went unto Gotham, unto
the seats of the money-changers. And
he went unto the chief banker named
Flintheart, and besought him saying—
" lend now unto me ten thousand talents
of gold, and the King will see thee re
paid." But Flintheart rolled up the
white of his eyes, and answered him
I saying, 44 is thy servant green, that he
should do this great thing!" Likewise
also said all the bankers.
But when the King heard thereof, he
was greatly troubled, and wist not what
to do. Likewise Marcy the scribe rent
his pants.
Now Ritchie, surnamed the Father,'
was privy counsellor to the King, and
the same was a cunning man, and a plau
sible, and full of all manner of hypoc
risy and deceit, and served diligently
his father, the devil. And he crept
stealthily at midnight unto the King,
and said unto him—" why is the coun
tenance of my lord the King east down'?
Are not all the people as grass in thy
sight'? Now therefore let a tax be im
posed on tea and coffee, so shall thy treas
uries be filled." And the King sought
to do according to the word of Ritchie,
but the people murmured against him,
and would not be taxed.
In those days the spirit moved Zech
ariah to write a letter to his kinsman,
and it was noised abroad through all the
land. And the thing troubled the King,
and he would have laid hands on Zech
ariah, but lie feared the people; for all
the people loved Zechariah, and desired
to make him King. But the King made
a decree, that whatever soldier should
write to his kinfolk or acquajptance
should be hanged on a gallows filty
cubits high. So the land had rest from
the scribes and quill-drivers.
AN INDIAN'S IDEA.—The following is
an Indian's idea of the Trinity. He had
been listening to a missionary :
" When I went home," said he, "1
thought and studied long upon what my
white brother told me. I was dark, very
dark ! I could not understand how one
should be
,three, and three should be one.
At last I looked around me ; I saw water,
ice and snow. I called the Father water,
the Son ice, and the Holy Ghost snow.
There I could see three and one—all
water, yet distinctly three forms. I then
understood the speech of my white bro
ther, and the Great Spirit he worship
ped."
GEN. TAYLOR'S OVERCOAT.—The Al
bany Statesman is informed by an offi
cer who left Gen. Taylor's army just
before the battle of Buena Vista, that
this famous coat is a very ancient gar
ment. It was originally blue, from
which color it faded to a brown, and
lastly to a drab, which hue it stilt pre-
I MIMS.
CORRECT PRINCIPLES-SUPPORTED BY TRUTH
HUNTINGDON, PA., APRIL 28, 1847.
HORRORS OF WAR.
The following extract is taken from
a recent letter of WM. C. TOBEY, the ac
complished Army correspondent of the
North American. It was written a few
days before the surrender of Vera Cruz
to our Army: The remarks on the death
of the " grey-haired marine " are touch
ing and beautiful :
" Once more there is a calm. The
thundering of artillery has been suspen
ded ; and for what think you l Not that
the besieged city or its protecting castle
have surrendered to the prowess of our
arms ; not that the war fiend has tired
of his sport, or is sated with blood ; not
that there are not yet thousands of hu
man lives to be sacrificed to the ambi
tious aspirations of man, or the just or
unjust requirements of nations • but
that the neglected fallen, whose hideous
corpses, staring the living in the face at
every corner-turn of the invested city,
may be buried. After four days' hold
ing out, as sturdily as better men could,
in a more popular cause, the besieged
to-day asked for a short cessation of hos
tilities, that they might hide in the earth
the evidence, of their discomfiture. The
request was granted by our humane Gen
eral, and as 1 write, multitudes are enga
ged in the sad office, which others may
in their turn soon render them.
How this little gleam--this delusive
shadow of peace, strips the garb of glory
from the shoulders of Mars! You, at
home, may preach peace offerings and
love and good will from man to man ;
you may shudder and turn sick at the
accounts that reach you from distant
fields ; but were you here to see, to know
and to feel, what every human man must
know, see and feel on this night, you
would all turn Quakers, and, with Ro
bert Owen and Elihu Burritt, turn mis
sionaries in the cause of Mind against
Matter, Reason against Blows, Forgive
ness against Revenge. . . .
1 ha`Ve seen one man's death here that
affected me more than all the accounts
of blood and carnage which have risen
from the purple field trodden by Napo
leon. The romantic reverend historian,
(T. J. Headley) whose book now lies
upon my table, speaks of Hoenlinden,
of Austerlitz, of Mount Tabor, and Ge
noa, in terms which shear them of their
horrors and arouse the smooth streams
of peace into lashing chivalrous rivers,
where the laurel shades the cypress with
its bright foliage and glory, cost what
of life alid blood it may, beckons the un
resisting sluggard onward toward the
glittering goal he is destined, but to
paw the road whereon others shall reach
it. Even Waterloo, from his pen, re
ceives a coloring which, were he to gaze
on the scenes now, passing within the
walls of the besieged city, would fade
and turn to gore under his own eyes.
One man's death, I spoke of—there
have been many here—one man's death. '
It is a little thing in the eyes of milita
ry men ; not a soldier received the Cross
of the Legion of Honor from the hands
of the hero of an hundred victories, but
has seen thousands die upon the red
fields of battle. Yet, in the trenches a
day or two ngo, a grey-haired marine,
while standing within the enclosure of
the cemetry where numberless sleepers
waked not to his falling footsteps, was
cut down, and uttering but one word,
died. That word was " mother." How
vividly Byron's gladiator was printed
upon the brow of that dying man. A
stranger, perhaps, to every one around
him at the time ; the sole staff, perhaps,
on which she who bore and nurtured
him into manhood leant for support, now
" When her eyes grew dim and her locks were
grey"
he was cut down—and who will know
that mother and protect her now I—who
will bear to her the tidings that, once
broken, may lqy her aged head as low
as his. Those who stood around knew
not his name ; perhaps 'tis well they did
not, for if echoed by any other than the
Archangel's tongue, he will never come
to an "attention." Was it his mother 1
Right it not have been the name his lit
tle boy an hundred times a day lisped
when asking for its absent parent ?
411 see before me the gladiator lie :
He loans upon his hand—his manly brow
Consents to death, but conquers agony,
And his droop'd head sinks gradually low—
And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow
From the red gash, full heavy, one by one,
Like the fruit of a thundor-shower ; and now
The arena swims around him—he is gone—
s ♦ ♦ r r r
ho beetled not—his eyes
Were with his heart, and that was far away;
He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize,
But where his rude hut by the Danube lay
There were his young barbarians all at play,
There was their Dacian mother—he, their sire,
Butchered to make a Roman holiday—
All this rush'd with his blood "-
-But the careless world will say—
" there were officers killed too—why so
much about an unknown soldier 1"
Just this, my philosophic World : it was
a lesson that all the pence pamphlets
printed and circulated by Robert Owen
have failed to teach one, at least, who I
" has gone out into the wars, seeking the
shadow whereby the foolish are allured
into danger and the vain glorious into
defeats and such like disasters ; or into
victories whereof no lasting good co
meth "—as was said by one who wrote
before the sun ever peeped daylight into
the eyes of Soldier John. Not that no
good, temporal or of long endurance, is
to follow this war. If I believed that I
would get on the " list" immediately;
but that I have become pretty strong im
pressed that nations may settle their
quarrels in many ways to much more
advantage and with more real honor
than by fighting. If one could pick up
two kingdoms or republics and crack
their heads together, as our schoolmas
' ter used to do with the unruly, under
his birchen reign, it would be great sa
ving of human life and public funds, to
say. nothing of the murderous practice
of killing innocent men by legions for
the faiths of a few wicked breakers of
law and honor. These are my battle
[ field sentiments; but to-morrow's iron
• storm may disperse them—for lam but
L a soldier.
A PATCII ON DOTII KNEES AND CLOVES ON,
The following, from the Boston Cou
rier, is one of the cleverest essays we
have met with for many a day. Similar
in style, it is not inferior in point, to
Franklin's best:
" When I was a boy, it was my for
tune to breathe, for a long time, what
some writers term " the bracing air of
poverty." My mother—light lie the
turf upon the form which once enclosed
her strong and gentle spirit—was what
is commonly called an ambitious woman;
for that quality, which overturns thrones
and supplants dynasties, finds a legiti
mate sphere in the humblest abode that
the shadow of poverty ever darkened,
The struggle between the wish to keep
up appearances and the pinching gripe of
necessity, produced endless shifts and
contrivances, at which, we are told, some
would smile, and some to whom they
would teach their own experiences would
sigh. But let me not disturb the veil of
oblivion, which shrouds from profane
eyes the hallowed mysteries of poverty.
On one occasion it was necessary to
send me on an errand to a neighbor in
better circumstances than ourselves, and
therefore it was necessary that I should
be presented in the best possible aspect.
Great pains were accordingly taken to
give a smart appearance to my patched
and dilapidated wardrobe ; and to con
ceal the rents and chasms which the en
vious tooth of time had made in them ;
and by way of throwing over my equip
ment a certain savor and sprinkling of
gentility,my red and toil-hardened hands
were enclosed in the unfamiliar casing
of a pair of gloves, which had belonged
to my mother in days when her years
were fewer and her heart lighter.
I sallied forth on my errand, and on!
my way encountered a much older and';
bigger boy, who evidently belonged to
a family which had all our own dragging
poverty, and none of our uprising wealth
of spirit. His rags fairly fluttered in
the breeze ; his hat was constructed on
the most approved principle of ventil
ation, and his shoes, from their venerable
antiquity, might have been deemed a
pair of fossil shoes,—the very ones on
which Shem shuffled into the ark. He
was an impudent varlet, with a dare
devil swagger in his gait, of "I'm as
good as you ' leer in his eye—the very
whelp to throw a stone at a well dressed
horseman,
because he was well dressed;
to tear a boy's ruffles, because be was
clean. As soon as he saw me, his eye
detected the practical inconsistencies,
which characterized my costume, and
taking me by the shoulders, turning me
round with no gentle hand, and survey
ing me from head to foot, exclaimed,
with a scornful laugh of derision, "II
patch on both knees and gloves on."
I still recall the sting of wounded feel
ings, which shot through me at these
words. To parody a celebrated line of
the immortal Tuscan—
'That day I wore my gloves no more."
But the lesson, thus rudely enforced,
sank deep into my mind ; and, in after
life, I have had frequent occasion to make
a practical application of the words of
my ragged friend, when 1 have obser
ved the practical inconsistencies which
so often mark the conduct of mankind.
When, for instance, I see parents care
fully providing for the ornamental edu
cation of their children, furnishing them
with teachers in music, dancing, and
drawing, but giving no thought to that
moral and religious training, from which
the true dignity and permanent happi
ness of life alone can come, never teach
ing them habits of self-sacrifices and
self-discipline and control, but rather by
example, instructing them in evil speak
ing, in uncharitableness, in envy, and in
falsehood, I think, with a sigh, of the
patch on both knees and gloves on.
When I see a Niftily in a cold and gel ,
fish solitude, not habitually warming
their houses with a glow of happy faces,
but lavishing that which could furnish
the hospitality of a whole year, upon
the profusion of a single night, I think
of the patch on both knees and gloves on.
When I see a house profusely furnish
ed with sumptuous furniture, rich cur-
tains, and luxurious carpets, but with
no books, or none but a few tawdry an
nuals, I am reminded of the patch on
both knees and gloves on.
When I see the public men cultivating
exclusively those qualities which win a
way to office, and neglecting those which
will qualify them to fill honorably the
posts to which they aspire, I recall the
patch on both knees and gloves on.
When I see men sacrificing peace of
mind and health of body to the insane 1 ,
pursuit of wealth, living in ignorance of
the character of the children who are
growing up around them, cutting them
selves off from the highest and purest
pleasures of their natures, and so per
verting their humanity, that that which
was sought as a means, insensibly comes
to be followed as an end, I say to myself,
a patch on both knees and gloves on.
When I see thousands squandeted for
selfishness and ostentation, and nothing
bestowed for charity; when I see fine
ladies be-satined and be jeweled, cheap
ening the toils of dressmakers, and with
harsh words embittering the bitter bread
of dependence; when 1 see the poor
turned away from proud houses, where
the crumbs of tables would be to them
a feast, I think of the patch on both knees
and gloves on.
SANTA ANNA'S INAUGURAL ADDRESS,
Senors Deputies—l have just taken
the oath which the law prescribes, and
in doing so, ought to accompany it with
a manifestation of my sentiments, and
the motives of my conguct to this re
spectable committee of" the legislative
body.
The events which have taken place in
the capitol are known, and are of such a
character as to bind me to give them a
speedy and pacific termination. Sur
rounded by difficulties of all kinds, in
terested in what is the most important
and essential for the whole nation, as is
the sustaining of a strong and decided
struggle with a foreign power, in which
nothing less is involved than the exist
ence of the nation, it would be the best
of evils to enter into a contest with those
who ought to unite in repelling the com
mon enemy. These discords ought to
disappear at the imperious voice of pat
riotism which calls upon the sons of the
country to have but one will and aitn.—
The moments have been urgent—l have
seen the forward steps of the enemy—
I have rushed to the field to repel hint,
and even at the moment of doing so, I
have been forced to leave a brave and
victorious army, and to come hither to
assume a power which I have repeated.
ly said was repugnant to my feelings,
and which 1 had decided never to under
take.
That which has been and ought to he
an object of aspiration and desire, is for
me an enormous sacrifice. But lam all
for my country and shall ever serve it,
without thinking what it may cost me to
do that which the nation desired I should I
do. I have entered upon the Supreme)
Magistracy because I have seen that it
was the sole legal means of terminating
the disturbances of this capitol, and be
cause I believe I shall thus be able to
facilitate the prosecution of the war, and
to save the independence and honor of
Mexico, which I wish to present unsul
lied and brilliant to the world which is
beholding us. I have before me the
committee of the Sovereign Congress,
of that august body whose decisions I
have respected, and shall constantly con
tinue to respect. Its decisions will be
my invariable guide, and have firmly
resolved to preserve a pure union with
the legislative body, which union will
give us a final victory and the re-esta
blishment of internal and external peace
--on which the happiness of our coun
try depends, and to which we all aspire.
The nation has proclaimed the political
principles which ought to be the basis
of the administration which I wish to es
' tablish.
.—..-...
Thus I understand that its strength
will be secured on defending itself, and
its rights for which its sons have those
guarantees which belong to all men, and
which civilization claims, and which has
been my aim since my return to the
country. This will not be denied, and
the nation shall still see me obedient to
its wishes without my having any other
rule of conduct than its decisions. As
a Mexican and a soldier, I shall always
take the same road as the nation, and I
aspire to no other title than that of a good
citizen, and in speaking of me that it
should be said that I always loved my
country--that I served it with zeal, and
that 1 sacrificed myself for its good.
[EDITOR AND PROPRIETOR,
WHOLE NO. 587.
STRONO FIRE
A gentleman from New Orleans re•
lates to us the following anecdote of
Gen. Taylor's son, who was there when
the news first arrived that his father had
been beaten, and the army cut to pieces.
He appeared as cool and unconcerned as
though the exciting reports no way
affected him. A feeling. of surprise was
excited among his acquaintances, and
they asked him what he thought of the
news.
He said that he did not believe a Word
of it. It was answered, it appears very
probable ; the force against Gen. Tay
lor' is overwhelming; hieposition is bad;
Santa Anna,. We fear, has defeated him.
Nothing could move the son: He de
clared it impossible. It did not matter
whether Santa Anna bad twice as many
men. The father, the son was sure,
could not be beat, and so he continued
calm, while all around were in a fever.
We like a faith like this, and there
would be a sublimity in it, if all men
would show it i•n a trusting confidence
in a higher Power. "Are you not
afraid V' was a question once put to the
son of a worshipper of old Neptune,
when the winds blew a hurricane, and
the waves looked like mountains just
ready to fall upon and sink the rolling
ship. 6' ."Ifraidt no I" was the response,
my Father is at the helm 1" A faith like
this might remove mountains, and is
akin to that commended and commanded
by him whose sublime faith was seen in
wonders and miraeles.—Pittsburg Ga
! zettee.
The Victory at Buena Vista.
The Pennsylvania Inquirer correctly
remarks that, "had Gen. TAYLOR fallen
back on Monterey ; the victory over Santa
Anna would have been utterly barren.
The Mexican, after defeat, would have
returned to Saltillo, where he could have
obtained succor and supplies for his
force, and to dislodge him another dread
ful conflict must have ensued. By de
feating him at Buena Vista his army
was left without a resting place nearer
than San Luis Potosi, distant two hun
t dred and seventy-five miles, and the in
tervening country principally an arid
desert,
That Gen. TAYLOR had well consider
ed the importance of maintaining a posi
tion in advance of Saltillo,
for the rea
sons above suggested, as well as to secure
against surprise his posts along the Rio
Grande, is manifest from his letter to
the War Department of the Bth of De
cember last, wherein, speaking of his
intended capture of Victoria, he observes
that, "after establishing a depot, if it
be found practicable, at Soto la Marina,
examining the passes of the mountains,
and making such dispositions as way be
found necessary for the security of the
position, it is my intention, unless other
wise instructed, to return with a portion
of the regular force and establish my
headquarters in advance of Saltillo,
which, after all, I consider to be our most
important point."
TAYLOR AND POLK.—It was a custom,
says the Louisville Journal, of the most
cruel and depraved of the Roman Empe
rors, when their vengeance was excited
against an individual, to cast hint into
an amphitheatre to be torn in pieces by
wild beasts. Sometimes, however, it
happened that he, whom they would
have made a victim, bore himself in the
arena, with such desperate bravery that
lion and tiger were laid dead at his feet.
Mr. Polk and his Cabinet, jealous of
the fame of Gen. Taylor, and burning
with vengeance against him, undertook
to expose him to inevitable destruction,
by thrusting him, with a mere handful
of raw volunteers, into the very heart
of a hostile country, where he was cer
tain to be attacked by an overwhelming
force. But the glorious old General has
borne himself unflinchingly through the
terrible emergency, triumphing at once
over the numerical force of his Mexican
assailants, and over the malice and ven
geance of the rulers of his own country.
POLK AND SANTA ANNA.—Gen. Santa
Anna has paid, at Buena Vista, the first
instalment upon the debt he owes our
President for sending him back to Mex
ioo. When he gets the $3,000,000 that
Polk is anxious to send him, he will pro
bably be able to make a second pay
ment. It is fortunate for the country,
that Gen. Taylor was and will remain
in readiness to take Santa Anna's re
ceipts.
RArs.—A red herring firmly fastened
by a string to any place where rats usual
ly make their run, will make them leave
the place. It is, said to be a fact, that a
toad placed in a house cellar will have
the effect of expelling the intruders.
f - "Knowest thou not," said a min
ister to a hard case," " that the wages
of sin is death 1"
"To be sure I do, was the reply,
" but I do all nw sinning gratis."