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1 t INci..) A L I
BY JAMES CLARK :]
VOL XII, NO. 19,
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POETIC Al*.
THE PRISONER FOR DEBT,
BY G. WHITTIER
Look on him—through his dungeon grate,
Feebly and cold, the morning light
Comes stealing round hint, dim and late,
As if it loathed the sight.
Reclining on his strawy bed,
His hand upholds Its drooping bead—
His bloodless cheek is semwd end hard,
linshorn his grey, neglect. d beard;
And o'er his bony fingers flow
His long disheveled locks of snow
No grateful fire before him glows,
And vet the winter's bleath is chill
And o'er his half-clod person goes
The frequent ague thrill?
Silent—save ever and anon,
A sound, half murmur find half groan,
Forces apart the painful grip
Of the old sufferer's boarded lip,
Oh! sad end crushing is the fate
Of old ago chained and desolate!
lust God, why lives that obi mon there I
A murderer shares his prison bed,
Whose eye balls gleam through his lion id hair,
Gleam on him fierce and red.
nd the rude oath and heartless jeer
Fall ever on hi: loathing ear,
ntl, or in wakefulness or sleep,
Nerve, livvh end fibre thrill and creep,
Whenc'er Mat ruffian's tossing limb,
Crimson with murder, touches him!
What has the grey haired prisoner done
Has murder stain'd his hands vitl; gore
Not so; his crime's a fouler one!
Cud made the Old Man poor !
For this he shares n felon's cell.—
The finest earthly type of hell!
?or this—the boon for which he poured
11 - 1 is young blood on th' inonder's mind,
And counted light the fearful cost—
His blood-gained liberly is lost !
And thou, for such a place of rest.
Old prisoner, poured thy blood int rain
On Con6ord's field, and Burtker'e crest,
And Saratoga's plain!
Look forth, thou man of many scars.
Through thy dim dungeon's iron loin;
It must ho joy. in south, to.ses
Yon monument upreured to thcc ;
Piled granite and a prison cell—
The loud repays thy service well !
Co, ring the brite and fire the gulls,
And thug the starry banner out;
:Anita tt Freedom!" till your lisping ones
(live back their cradle shouts ;
Let boasted eloquence declaim
Of honor, liberty and fame;
Still let the poet's strain be heard,
With " glory" for each second word,
And entry thing with breath agree
To praise " our glut ions liberty !"
But when the patriot'; cannon jars
The prison's cold and gloomy wall,
And through its grates the stripes and stars
Else on the wind cud fall—
Think ye that the p• isoner's aged ear
Rejoices in the general cheer l
Think ye kin dim anti failing eye
In kindled at your pagentry
Sorrowing of soul, and charmed of limb,
Whets your carnival to !mu!
Down with the rAw that binds hint thus !
Unworthy freemen, let it find
No refuge from the withering curse
Of God and human kind !
Open the prisoner's living tomb,
An I usher from its brooding gloom
The victim of your savage code,
To the free sup and air of God I
Nor longer dare as crime to brand,
The chastening of the Almighty's hand.
ID - A countryman lately went into
school in one of the large cities, where
it was advertised to teach short iand.—
He had a son he said, who was'nt exact
ly short handed; but he was short of
three fingers, and he'd gin' almost any
thing if ho could learn to write.
ID- The following plan of courtship
was recently adopted by a couple :
" Miss Adelia, will you marry me V—
" 'Well, Thomas, I s'pose I must." "I'll
be much obliged to you if you
Then he kissed her, and she kissed him,
and the business was settled right off.
"William," said a pretty girl to
her lover, the other day, in the flowery,
" I'm afraid you don't love me any lon
ger." " Don't love you any longer," re
plied Bill! " I don't do nothin' shorter."
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TSCELLANEOUS a canoe that lay in an eddy, and seizing ed the grove. The procession was short. I SPRING.
k ' a pole flattened at one end for a paddle, , They were hardy men and rough, in BY GEORGE D. I'IIENTICE.
A TOREST TUNS/RAZ. , Col. pushed the slight vessel out shooting jackets, and some with rifles on ; The resurrection of Nature from the
into the current, and we shot swiftly their shoulders. But their Warm hearts Death of Winter, into the life and joy-
I have been several times on the point down. I have described so many mein gave beauty to their unshaven faces, as , onsness of Spring, is one of the most in
of writing you about Sunday in the for- , seenes that I forbear giving you this.— , they stood in reverent silence by the teresting and beautiful processes presen
est, but have each time forgotten my in- You imagine the scene if you choose, as ' grave. The river murmured and the ted in the visible creation. After the
tention, or had too much else to say.— • I lay in the bottom, and he used now his birds sang, and so we buried her, months of stupor, the hues of death pass
There have been many scenes of wor- pole and now his paddle, to guide the , 1 saw the sun go down from the same from the fair face of nature, and it once
ship in which I have taken part, or which bark in the rapids. , spot, and the stars were bright before I more regains the freshness and beauty
I have witnessed. I have seen the igno- 1 " She is a strange child," said the left it—for I have always had an idea' of its immortal youth. The forests
rant worshipper of senseless images, I Colonel, " her father is as strange it man.. that a graveyard was the nearest place awake from their long trance and are
and the formal worshippers of the pre- They live together alone on the bank of .to Heaven on this earth ; and with old again re-clothed with verdure. The
tended real body of The Crucified, pre- the river. They Caine here three years Sir Thomas Browne, I love to see a bleak buds, saluted by the warm gree
sent in the bread of the Host. Nay, I ago, and no one knows whence dr why. church in a graveyard, for even as we tings of thO beam and the breeze, gra
have heard the solemn cathedral chant, He has money, and is a keen shot. The pass through the place of graves to the dually expand into the maturity of full
when thousands knelt and prayed, and ehild has been wasting away for a year temple of God on earth, so we must pass grown leaves. The snow-wreaths dis
have heard the .11iserere in the Solemn
past. I have seen her often, and she ' through the grave to the temple of God ' solves on the hill-side and vanish from
Passion night thrilled through the souls
seems gifted with a marvellous intellect. lon high, the valley, and soon the rapidly up
of countless waking worshippers. But i •
1 She speaks sometimes as if inspired ; springing grass restores to them their
I never felt so near to God and near to , RANK IN TIII: ,IIOIY ; OR,
and site seems to be the only hope of her former glory. The frown of the winter-
Heaven as on the banks of the river on , i A DARIKEY'S DIGNITY.
father."' god passes front the landscape, and it -- -- -
a calm Sunday morning , when the thou , ' . I After a portion of the troops had land
e, I I% e reached the but of the settler in 'again resumes all its splendor to the ad- Q
..VEARING IN HEBRBW.—Ndt lotig dgti,
sand voices of the forest were united in l t h en ear
mon b eac h near V era C ruz, on r ho
ieiritta,
eye.
less than half an hour, and •
entered itThe streams burst the fet-a
hymn. There is a melody in running', ' night of the 9th of March, a body of the ' ' as I was on my way from Newark to
reverently. tors of their icy bondage, and once more (Jersey city, in the cars, I observed a
water that is never imitated or equalled : , entity commenced a brisk fire of small
, ! The scene was one that cannot be ea- • mirror in their glassy bosoms the stars I young lady sitting opposite to me, who
by any art.; and there is a strange nar- • ;,rills the encamp m en t . Of cot, se.
; sily forgotten. There were books andand clouds of heaven, the flitting forms seemed Very much annoyed by the coil-
1 noon between the sounds of the run = all hands were on the qui vi n e , exp r eet ' - •
, evidences of luxury and taste, lying on , of birds and insects, the majesty of on- versation of a young naval o ffi cer, which
ning water, and rushing wind, and slug- ing the Mexicans would make some de- .
the rough table in the centre. A guitar
. the I looking hills, and the gracefulness of was continually intermingled with oaths.
ing birds, and the voices of the various monstration upon our lines d ur i n g
lay on a bench near the small window,over-hanging trees. These are a few of ' She at length, (having Sat at long as
• wood animals, that all together make up night, and when the firi ng commenced,
and the bed furniture, on which the dv- c on cluded
there w as about to be a en ,
the morning song of the forest when it ing girl li, ,
g breath of spring, which no well-consti- , " Sir, can you converse in the Hebrew
was as soft as the covering era! attack. The lines were soon form
wakes to praise the Infinite: of 0 dying queen. I was, of course, late without 1
toted mind can con t emp late tongue 'I" He replied that "lie could"
ed, and not 0. word could be heard from
How slowly and silently the dead startled ; I never heard of thesepeople feelings of blendid admiration, delight 1 expecting, no doubt, to hold some eon
the soldiery, but there was a negro who
leaves drop one by one into the water before ; but knowing it to lie no unicorn- kept rennin.. from onelittle point of hill and praise. The contest between the versation with her in that dialect. She
front the listless branches. The branches mon thing for misanthropes to go in the : s ternest and liveliest of the seasons has : then politely informed him that if he
. to ano ther, apparently in a state of great
themselves bend and sway up and down, been sustained thro' the several doubt-
woods to live and die, I was content to•, wished to swear any more, he would
excitement. He tinnily laid himself flat
and back and forth, as if with life; fur fel weeks ; and savage winter, with his , greatly oblige herself, and probably the
tisk no explanations, more especially as .on his face, at full-length , and commen- :
it does not seem that any wind is blow- , , glazed eye and frosty beard and blasting ,res t of th e the death hour was evidently near. ted working himself into the soft sandpassengers, if he would do
Mg, but the trees lean over as if to see , breath, has, at length, been vanquished,
She was a fair child, with masses ofit in that language. The young man
with a g o od deal of enervy: On bent.. ,
their own shades a thousand times re-arid now sits on his throne of iceberg... , ..
long black hair lying over her pillow.— was silent during the remainder of the
asked what he was about, he replied i 1
• peated in the rippling river, and reach far off in the gloomy north: The ever •
Her eye was dark and piercing, and as ' . i I is passage.—Gleaiiei'.
i 'f raid ' ra•cl some ob them 'ere copper
their arms down towards the glitteringwelcome and joyous goddess of spring , _
it met mine, she startled slightly, butti balls will put a stop to me drawin' my
surface, as if loving and longing to lie „ is swaying her gentle sceptre over hill
smiled and looked up. I spoke f I ~ -
a few , rashuns. " Why,..ip the devil, asked ,
in the clear bed. and plain, and, while the fl ush of tri
• words to ber frither,..and turning- to her, ' the parts. s p eakin g to him, " don't you .
Some of them have fallen. Yonder ismph adorns her victorious brow and is
asked her if she knew !ie . '. condition. a
p ed fio•ht thein 1" "No, s
, one that has lain for four years, yes, six reflected back front myriads of flowers,
" I know that my Redeemer livetli,i' said ' ri ( e t said, " dat's in issa's art ir ob de ,
years, to my knowledge, in that same y nu p r , ,it becomes' us, who are proud to
site in a voice as sweet as the sweetest hcizness ;
. . lie been down to W es-pint, .
, position—aed every year at the sane number ourselves among her most de
strain of an Eolian. You may imagine that , where they Make fi ghtin' people to learn . • . '
time, I come and sit here and watch that vout and loyal subjects; to do her homage
the answer startled me, and with a few dat, and rou don i t ketch dis n igger
long. branch swaying backward and for- words of like import I turned front her. meddlin he -self wld udder peoples' biz- 'by kneeling at her feet and kissing the
ward iii the swift current. Once while hem of her many-colored
i garment.
d . n
A half hour passed, and she spoke in • „ ess , m „
massy does de fie•htin' an' I
Willis nod I sat here, he saw a mink's that same deep, richly melodious voice: We hate retreated bey oath the pris t e in,
ti-sits on him, an' nusses him. If h e gets ,
head rise above the water in the eddy : "Father, lam cold ; lie down beside ails of thecity and are
t now
ol w r i i e t r h e
our ,
wounded we gets promoted." You get :
below the trunk, and his rifle ball, true me ~_ __and the old man lily down by his ,
t hunt l oif bus in e ssE v erything
mingle with
is
snii.
promoted ! What good will his promo
to his unerring aim, cracked the small dying child, and she twined her emacia- . lion do oil inquired the individual. slug promo-'thoughts.
awn e?i ri g ar of the spring
scull tit this distance, and it is not less ted arnis around his peek, and murmur- , "Oh, Lor' Lab mercy! that question i-, ttg• in A : ‘.
brook °g7 brawlsat fee t ,
titan a hurldred and twenty yards. But ~,1 in a dreamy voice, "Dear father, ' tide. rapid our
been settled long time ago in d ese t •
that was not on Sunday, and I am now d ear father.” ? arts • and its its clear waters we see many tiny
, down here ; a colored gemman what ,
speaking of the forest Sabbath. I .. " My child," said the old man," cloth 'fish whose silvery sides flash as they are
traits on a kernel always outran k one
kissed by the sunbeams. This little
I We had one long and weary and some
the flood seem deep to thee'?" dat waits on aca tea an' de way we , -
what unsuccessful expedition last fall.' " N„-- ,
Nay, father, for my soul is strong." streamis the coquette of the woodland.
colored gemmen reg'lars makes dese v01. ,
We made our calculation to go through si Seest thou time thither shore I " singing alon g its si nuous course,
, It goes
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unteers niggers squat is a caution
the whole hunting district in the course, " I see it father; and its backs are t o ! now gracefully turning aside to receive
white folks."
of six days, and reach the river ten miles green with immortal verdure." , I the devotions of the blue-bell, that me ,
1 destly droops its bower of bloom as if
below our cabin on Saturday, so that we ii nearest thou the voices of its ifiliab- The Barber-Banker.
might attend church there,—or rather itants ?" , A Washington correspondent of the N. anxious to hear what each whispering
inl wschoolliouse, , " I hear them, father ;as the voices of
hear preac hing a o let ma bepleased to say, while
17 . Globe, tells the following anecdote of , wave Y
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b issuing • farther on it sweeps disda in fully away
from a clergyman who once a mouth angels, falling front afar in the still and a new banker, who has been
visited the small settlement. We work- solemn night-time; and they call ate.— notes lately. I front that garnish wild-flower, which
ed hard during the week, and we were H e r voice, too, father—Oh, I heard it A cunning hair dresser in town, a na- 'seas vain of its beauty, and would,
not
Narcissus, worship the reflection of
not sorry at dusk on Saturday to sit then !" - tive of La Belle, France, took advantage !like
down in the comfortable frame house of, si Doth she speak to thee'!" of the example set by self-styled "bank., itself in the stream. Overhead bends
Col. —, who is the ow ner of scone' "She speaks intones most heavenly:" , ers" and put forth notes front six-and-a- the blue and sunny sky, with here and
,
thousands of acres in that immediate , ii Dot, s h e sm il e r quarter up to twenty-five cents, there a feathery cloud floating on its
I.
vicinity. The schoolhouse iu which ca An angel smile ! Butt a cold, calm ' One day as he was engaged in his la st - - bosom. On the right of where we sit, -
litany noble oaks,
services were to be, is beautifully situa- , smile. But I am cold—cold—cold ! fill occupation of shaving a customer, a 've d iscover
ted in a grove o f oa k s on a po i nt a round • Father, there's a mist in the room.— lad came somewhat abrubtly into his "Those green robed henators of mighty woods,"
which the river bends and rues rapidly i You'll be lonely, lonely, lonely. Is this shop, and thrust forth a scrap of paper, flinging their stalwart arms far and wide,
with a lulling . hound. Did you ever no-
I death, hither 'I" . resembling a bank note. • and immediately in front, between the
tiee how different the voice of a river in 1 "It is death, my Mary." , "Abe I well, boy, vat you want, ehi l" trunks of trees, we catch glmpses of
passing different scenes lUp in the " Thank God." , said the banker. ' ' the beautiful green hill-side which lies
gorge above, it is wild, and rages as if I stepped out into the night, and stood "'Phis
'ore's one of your bills, and I beyond the beechen grove. The day is
angry with the rocks it meets, and its l ong and silently looking at the rushing want a quarter in silver for it—'cause I warm and tranquil, the winds are asleep,
voice is like the voice of a roused war- I river. The wife of a settler arrived soot nobody will take it of \ nte!" the little birds Ore warbling forth sweet
I gor. But here it goes slowly and sedate- after, and then the Colonel's excellent "You want a quart 4 in silver, eh 1— I
gushes of song, while far &fin the blue
ly by the little " oak-school-house," as lady and her daughter, and we left the podia'ps you no read u ‘ le p p , .
n ier eh / air we see the black forms of several
it is called, and would seem to linger as I ca bin. . read hint !" vultures wheeling and sailing around in
if loving the quiet. The Sabbath morning broke over the Boy rends—" When presented in five spiral circles, soaring higher and higher
It was nearly midnight, of Saturday , Eastern hills before we reached the in do l
I •s and over, paid in Virginia me- towards the crystal battlements until
night, that a messenger cement Colonelj school-house again. But never came icy," they will soon look like mere specks in
—, requesting hint to go to the cabin 1 Sabbath so solemnly before. The mot•ii-
" Aha !you no 'ave fi4 dollar, 61— their lazy elevation.
of a settler some three miles down the i ing service in the school-house I have Go, boy, and get five didlar, and I re- i The various fruit trees are in their
river, to see his daughter, a girl of four- not room to describe now, for I have ta- deem de money." \ glory and wealth of beauty. It is de
teen, who was supposed to be dying.— ken more time and space than I had any i Exit boy in disgust. I lightful to lean against their trunks and
Col. awoke me and asked me to ac- idea of. i Taking his customer 11,0 he nose and listen to the hum and watch the busy
company him, and I consented, taking As evening approached, a slow and gliding his razor as sir4thly as
minward he motions of the honey-gathering bees.—
with me the small package of medicines sad procession cause through the forest could for the eVl . in„ g oin g
chu o•They are dainty insects and will not
Which I always carried in the forest.— to the little school house. There, with on,the barber-hanker, in aha soliloquy, condeseti to enter every flower that
But I learned soon that there was no I simple rites the good clergyman per- twittered— woos thline4co its embrace, but after
need of these, for her disease was past formed his duty, and we went to the . "Be gar! it
ais •-great thin to under- glancing curiously into a dozen, they
cure.
grave. It was in the enclosure where stand de finance! I p a y when the do dollar ' suddenly choose to go into one without
.
Leaving the house, we descended to two of Col. —'s children lie, a lovely ; come to me; buit be gar! I n . ` issue b ut i any reason that is obvious to us for their
the batik of the river, and stepped into spot. The sun was setting as we enter- 1 four dollar and seventy-five colts !"I
' preference, and having secured as much
CORRECT PIiNrIPLES- - SUPPORTED BY TRUTH',
lIUNTINGUA PA,, MAY 12, 1847.
[EDITOR AND PROPRIETOR
\\ - HOLE O. 589.
sweet treasure as they need, off they
dart hi a straight line for their home.
The birds are busy with their court
ships and lo're:makings. In every di
rection, we hear thb low, soft, and flute.
like notes of the hlue-birdS, and the lh;
vlier songs of the robins. The Martine
have come back, and arc lboking at titbit'
old summer quarters, or hunting up neW
places in which to rear their broods.—
The woodpecker is tapping away on the
topmost dead limb of the sweet gum,
while. far below him, the patridge
stands on the mossy and blackened
fence rail, whistling to his Mate that he
cannot see; but whb, from the grass of
the meadow, responds to his call of love.
The larks are merry in the fields, and
their few but inexpressible rich and
' sweet notes are among the most deli
cious sounds that fall on•the ear of the
lover of nature.
From the Lancaster 4Yibune,
iTo Farmers and Potato Growers.
For some years past, the people of this
country have sustained many serious
losses in consequence of the Rot, and
general failure of the potato crops. We
I have felt this calamity in oar oftil
county, very much during the past
twelve months.
Now my friends, such having been
the case, I will here suggest a mode
which will prevent the Rot, and produce
the usual crop. I speak from experi
ence in this matter. Let every farmer
plant his potatoes above ground in the
following wa a , --When yc,nr a.ound is
well covered with manure, every 2} de
3 feet throw two light furrows together,
within 2 or 3 inches, then lay your seed
on the top 10 or 12 inches apart, and
cover it lightly. Afterwards give them
the ordinary ploughing and dressing.—
The seed remains near the surface, the
the ground become more mellow, the
potato grows much larger, and in a R•et
season the unnecessary water will run
off and prevent the Rot.
This experiment was tried by a gem
tleman in a lot, one half of which was
put in the ordinary way, by ploughing
down, and the other half put in as above
In the fall, when taken up, not one could
be found diseased ; and more than double
the quantity in bulk, as they had grown
much larger than those planted on the
other part of the lot.
Lancaster. G. B. M.
The Many headed Wheat
Of which we have recently lied so
many marvellous accounts in the papers,
is indigenous to California. It is said
that six heads of this wheat, procured
by Major Spoirng, from a native of the
Osage tribe of Indians, produced six
hundred grains, which were planted by
Mr. Alpheus Baker, of Ibbeville, S. C.,
the production of which was ten thousand
heads. The ground on which the wheat
grew was measured by an accurate sur
veyor—the heads counted—and one
head shelled out, and the grain weighed ;
a calculation was then made, the result
of which was, that the wheat produced
at the rate of two hundred and thirty
bushels to the acre. It was planted
about the last of January, and cut on the.
20th of June. The land on which it
grew is poor and sandy, and was unas
sisted by manure. This is a tall story,
it is true; but we have no special rea
-1 sons that we are aware of, for calling in
question its credibility. Superior cul
ture is always accorded to new seeds,
hence the wonderful productiveness of
many kinds, particularly those that are
exorbitantly ‘• cracked up."