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VOL. XII, NO. 44.
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The independence of the Irish nation,
although future, is not distant. Its right
eousness and its necessity have been
demonstrated. The spirit of the people'
is changed. They cannot again relapse.
England, too, with a Reformed Parlia
ment and a falling aristocracy, is no lon
ger the England of the twelfth, the six
teenth, and of the eighteenth centuries.
Politic:al economy will unite with polit
ical philosophy in enabling Ireland to
retrieve her prosperity, and that can be
effected only by allowing her a distinct
We may not doubt that the appalling
distress of the Irish people bowed down
the otherwise unbending mind of O'Con
Sorrow for afflictions that he had
hoped in vain to avert, and that he could
not alleviate or soothe, brought on quick
coming because long-procrastinated age.
O'Connell dies like Anchises, in a for
eign land, winning the favor of men
and propitiating Heaven with prayers
and sacrifices for the restoration of his
What shall be his rank among the ben
efactors of mankind ? We pause not a
moment to disperse the calumnies that
follow him to the grave. They were
but tributes to his greatness, yielded by
ungenerous minds; for it is thus that
Providence compels the unjust to honor
O'Connell left his mighty enterprise
unfinished ! So did the founder of the
Hebrew State; so did Cato; so did
Hatnpden ; so did Emmett and Fitzger
ald. Wilt their epitaphs be less sublime
by reason of the long delay which inter
vene before they can be written 1 The
heroic man conceives great enterprises,
and-labors to comple them. "Success
he hopes and Fate he cannot fear." It
is God who sets the limits to human life
and the bounds to human achievement.
But has not O'Connell done more than
enough for fame 1 On the lofty brow of
Monticello, under a green old oak, is a
block of granite, and underneath are
t the ashes of Jefferson. Red the epitaph
/ —it is the saAes claim to Immortality :
"Author a the Declaration of lnde
prudence and of the Statute for Religious
Stop now, and write an epitaph for
Daniel O'Connell :
" He gave Liberty of Conscience to
Europe, and renewed the Revolution of
the Kingdoms toward Universal Free
dom, which had begun in America, and
had been arrested by the anarchy in
Let the Statesmen of the age read that
epitaph and be humble. Let the Kings
and aristocracies of the earth read it,
and tremble.
Who has ever accomplished so much
for human freedom, with means so fee
ble 1 Who but he has ever given lib
erty to a people, by the mere utterance
of his voice, without an army, navy, or
revenues—without sword, spear, or even
a shield 1
Who but he ever subverted tyranny,
saved the lives of the oppressed, and yet
spared the oppressor
Who but he ever detached from a ven•
erable constitution a column of aristoc
racy, dashed it to the earth, and yet left
the anciena fabric strogger and more
beautiful than before
Who but he has ever lifted up seven
millions of people from the debasement
of ages to the dignity of freedom, with
out exacting an ounce of gold or wasting
the blood of one human heart 1
Whose voice yet lingers like O'Con
nell's in the ear of tyrants, making them
sink with fear of change, and in the ear
of the most degraded slaves on earth,
awakening hopes of freedom'?
Who before him has brought the
schismatics of two countries together,
conciliating them at the alter of Univer
sal Liberty 1 Who but he ever brought
Papal Rome and Protestant America to
'burn incense together 1
It was O'Connell's mission to teach
mankind that Liberty was not estranged
from Christianity, as was proclaimed by
Revolutionary France—that she was not
a demon, like Moloch, requiring to be
propitiated by the blood of human sac
rifice—that Democracy is the daughter
1 of Peace, and like true Religion worketh
by Love.
. .
I see in Catholic emancipation, and
in the repeal of the act of Union between
Great Britain and Ireland, only incidents
of an all-pervading phenomenon—a phe
nomenon of mighty interest, but not
portentious of evil. It is the universal
dissolution of monarchial and aristocrat
ical Governments, and the establishment
of pure democracies in their place.
I know this change must come, for
even the menaced Governments feel
and confess it. 1 know that it will be
resisted, for it is not in the nature of
power to relax. It is a fearful inquiry,
How shall that change be passed?—
Shall there never be an end to devasta
tion and carnage 1 Is every step of hu
man progress in the future, as in the
past, to be marked by blood 1 Must
the nations of the earth, after groaning
for ages under vicious institutions, es
tablished without their consent, wade
through seas to reach that condition of
more perfect liberty to which they are
so rapidly so irresistably impelled 1—
Or shall they be able, notwithstanding
involuntary ignorance and debasement
contracted without their fault, and not
withstanding the blind resistance of
despotism, to change their forms of Gov
ernment by slow and measured degrees,
without entirely or all at once subvert
ing them, and from time to time to re
pair their ancient constitutions so as to
adapt them peacefully to the progress of
the age, the diffusion of knowledge, the
cultivation of virtue, and the promotion
of happiness?
An Engagement with a Shark.
In the time of Queen Anne, the sailors
on board of the York Merchant, a col
lier, having disembarked the last part of
their lading at Barbadoes, those who
had been employed in that dirty work
ventured into the sea to wash them
selves; but had not long been there
before a person on board observed a
large shark making toward them, who
gave notice of the danger, upon which
the men swain back, all but one reach
ing the boat in time to save themselves.
That one poor fellow, however, the mon
ster overtook, when griping him by the
small of the back, the devouring jaw
cut him asunder. He soon swallowed
the lower part of the body, the remain
ing part being taken on board. The de
ceased had a comrade, and between
them there had long existed a friend
ship which was distinguished by all
those endearing reciprocities that imply
union and sympathy of souls. On his
seeing the severed trunk of his friend,
he was filled with emotion of horror too
great to be expressed by words. During
this affecting scene, the shark was ob
served traversing the bloody surface
searching after the remainder of its
prey. The rest of the crew thought
themselves happy in being on board:
the sorrowing comrade alone was un
happy, at his not being within reach of
the destroyer. Fired at the sight, and
vowing that he would make the devour
er disgorge or be swallowed himself, he
plunged into the deep, armed with a
sharp pointed knife. The shark no
sooner saw him than it made furiously
towards him, both equally eager—the
one for his prey, and the other for re
venge. The moment that the shark
opened his rapacious jaws, his adversa
ry dexterously diving and grasping him
with his left hand somewhat below the
upper fin, successfully employed his
knife in his right hand, giving him re
peated stabs in the belly. The enraged
shark, after many unavailing efforts,
finding hiinself overmatched in his own
element, endeavored to disengage him
self, sometimes plunging to the bottom,
then, mad with pain, rearing his un
couth form above the blood stained
waves, the shark at last, much weaken
ed, made towards the shore, and with
his conquerer, who flushed with an as
surance of victory, pushed his foe with
redoubled ardor, and by help of the tide
dragged him to the beach, there ripping
up his bowels, and afterwards uniting
and burying the several parts of his
friend's body in one grave.
The following statement of the amount
of Wheat raised in Oregon, during 1846,
is from an authentic source, and will
surprise those who regard that country
as still as an unsettled and uninhabited
wilderness :
Champreg county, 50,000 bu.
Tunlitad, 30,000 "
Yamhill, 30,000 "
Polk, 15,000 "
Clockamas, Vancouver, Clat
sop, and Lewis counties, 25,000 "
Wheat appears to be the principal
crop, and this year will be much more
abundant than it was last year. The
inhabitants complain much on account
of the scarcity of vessels. They would
export considerable grain if they had
the means.
[From the Philadelphia Saturday Gleaner.]
THE perfect indifference with which
the revolving seasons are viewed by the
thoughtless and unreflecting, is, to the
philosophic inquirer into the phenome
na of nature, matter of great astonish
ment and regret. The old and trite
adage, that "too much familiarity breeds
contempt," is truly exemplified in this
neglect. Each season returns in its ac
customed course, and passes with its
proportion of praise or blame, as has
proved more or less agreeable to the
feelings, or been productive of benefit to
the mass.
The evidences of design which are
shown to us by the succession of sea
sons, enter not into the contemplation
of those, who, involved in the pursuit of
gain, consider these enquiries as a use
less waste of time, and an absolute loss
of so much per cent ; while the general
ity of men are satisfied that clay and
night succeed each other without inter
ferfering with their ordinary pursuits.
Let us then engage your attention for a
short time, in depicting some of. the ad
vantages mankind derives from the
beautiful arrangement of Almighty
Goodness for the happiness of his crea
Among the planetary system attach
ed to our sun, the Globe we inhabit,
seems to have engaged the especial care
of its Creator. Not only has it been
made the arena for the grand display of
his benevolence in the mission of his
Son ; but the peculiar position of its axis
to the plane of its orbit gives it advan
tages not enjoyed by the other planets,
and this position of its axis produces
the subject of our essay, by the earth's
surface being presented more or less
obliquely to the sun as it performs its
revolution around that luminary.
Of the four seasons, however, the
most uncongenial to man is winter. Its
cold and forbidding aspect; the suffer
ings of the poor ; the stagnation of corn
' mercial business ; and the general feel
ing of discomfort, have characterized it
as the worst of the four; but those look
only on the surface, who thus presume
to question Omnipotent Goodness.
In the full blaze of a summer's day,
when all nature is clothed with verdure,
and the birds me hymning their praises
for the bountiful provision ; when the
balmy air of the morning and the glories
1 1 of the evening sky infuse fresh vigor
and delight into our souls, we feel our
hearts expand and mentally thank the
1 Great Cause.
When Autumn comes, loaded with its
rich treasures of fruit and grain for our
subsistence, we are accustomed to offer
up public thanks for the blessings be
stowed by a protecting Providence.
Each of these seasons is also enjoyed
by excursions of pleasure to the country,
or to the sea-side in pursuit of health ;
but no sooner does angry W inter shake
his hoary locks, and bring his northern
blasts to chill the frame, than nature
quails beneath its fury, and retires from
the contest; all then appears dreary and
desolate, and wrapt in universal gloom.
But has winter no attractions"! If man
be driven from the fields, the woods, the
waters, does he not take refuge in his
home, and there, by the cheerful fire
side, surrounded by his family and
friends, enjoy the happiness of social
converse, heedless of the storm which
rages without 1
When the rivers are bound up with
icy fetters, the healthy and manly
amusement of skating fills up the vacant
hour ; and when nature has assumed her
robe of spotless white, emblem of inno
cence and purity,—fit covering for the
embryo plant, that is again to cover the
earth with beauty—is there not the
sleighing to compensate for the sum
mer's ride!
If summer's and autumn's stores are
laid up for consumption during the win
ter, that season returns the obligation
by providing stores of ice for their con
sumption—and this not confined alone
to our shores, but portions of our rivers
are conveyed in solid form to quench
the parching thirst of those who reside
in Southern and Eastern climes, thous
and of miles distant. Do we not then
see the beneficial adaptation of one sea
son to another, and how conducive all
is made to the happiness of man"! Sure
ly then, this should call forth those feel
ings of gratitude implanted in every
heart, but too frequently suffered to lie
in abeyance.
was bending her head over a rose-tree
which a lady was purchasing from an
Irish basket-woman in Convent garden
market, when the woman, looking kind
ly at the young beauty, said, "1 axes
yer pardon, young lady, but if it's plais
ing to ye, I'd thank ye to keep yer cheek
away from that rose: ye'll put the lady
out of consait with the color of her
[From the Troy Budget.]
The Married Man's Soliloquy.
BLAST the women ! They are always
fretting about something or other ! Yes
terday the coal wouldn't burn, and the
grate must be set, the furnace must be
repaired, and mercy knows what all;
and to-day it's as hot as fire ! Save us
from the wants of an inconsiderate wo
man!—Only let her get the upper hand
and she'll drive like blazes! But I
won't be driven! Not I ! If she wants
the door fixed, or wood dried, or water
brought, or the leech set, or the tubs
hooped, she may do it herself. Con
found it! I can't go into the house but
what something is wanting. If it isn't
one thing it is another. I'll leave my
boots in the parlor every night, if I have
a mind, and she may help herself. See
if I don't. We'll see who will be mas
ter. Before we were married it was—
" If you please,. my dear." But, cracky !
if her tone hasn't changed! She shall
and shan't, from week's end to week's
end ; if I venture to put in a word other
wise, I'm shut up by her infernal clat
ter! Talk about late hours and extrav
agance ! Wonder what she calls late
hours 1 I could stay out once until
broad daylight, and she too, if the party
was agreeable.—But now if I chance to
attend to the club but once a week,
there is a pretty mess directly. And
don't never think of her ! Gracious me!
I wish I could forget her for five min
utes, just to sec how it would seem. If
young men only knew. But no. If a
man says a word he is set down for a
ninny. He must grieve and bear it, if
it cuts ever so close. And oyster sup
pers. Wonder if she don't like oysters'?
Tell me about the propriety of sitting
down to the breakfast table with her
hair uncombed. Once she was all curls
and smiles. Now she's seaternly as a
washerwoman.—Blast the race! They
ought to be indicted for obtaining hus
bands under false pretences! If they'd
only show out, the men wouldn't be
such gudgeons. But no, they'll smile
and spurk and twitter until a fellow is
fairly cut, and then, by Jupiter, if they
don't haul down their colors. And then
the baby tending ! It's worth a fortune
to be compelled to hear the squalling
brats, night after night. Croup or clic).
lie is the eternal complaint. If I had
my way I'd shake the cholic out of
them in a hurry. But no, they must be
dosed with pink and annis, and onions,
and the deuce knows what, and trotted
until their gizzards are fairly shaken
out; and then if any one is to be kept
up, why Slocum can set up, it won't
hurt him ! But I've done with it, I
won't, that's a fact. What's that you
say 1 Mended my pants 1 And four
new shirts, and a neckcloth 1 Well, I
declare, Mrs. Slocum is clever after all !
If she didn't scold so like--but no mat
ter, I know I provoked her, I'll give in,
I'll own up ; I'll —. The remainder
was lost in something like a kiss. Five
shirts must have done it--for Slocum
forgot to swear when he was asked to
attend the baby.
A Married Woman's Soliloquy,
YES, it's go! go ! go ! and get ! for ev
ery body on earth, but one's own wife.
If I should ask Mr. Slocum to go out at
such a time of day for a water pail or
basket of oranges, d'ye guess he'd go 1
Not he ! not he ; I might want one a while
and take it out in wanting! Oranges,
forsooth. 'Twas only yesterday I asked
him to call at William's for Charley's
shoes. Wouldn't you like to have heard
hint scold though 1 If he didn't tune
up Always something wanting! Wish
ed he could go to the store and back
without calling for a dozen articles !
And when he came in and put them on
Charley's feet, slapped him for crying
because the pegs hurt him! Poor fel
low, he limped round till his father had
gone, and then pulled them off. The
pegs were an inch long at the least cal
culation. And now just because Mrs.
Brown hints at a water pail, he's up and
off in a minute! Why couldn't Brown
gol Just as though her own husband
wasn't good enough to wait on her.
I'd show him the difference, if 1 was
Brown ! A pretty how'd'do we shall
have of it, if things go on at this rate.
I'll ask Brown to do my errands, and
see how ho likes it.
If the girls only knew ! But no, they
won't believe a word of it ! " Bought
wit is the best, if you don't get it too
dear." Dear ! I wonder what some
folks call dear There's Nelly Bly.
You might talk to her till next July, and
she wouldn't believe it. But she'll see!
She'll learn a lesson for herself she'll not
forget very soon.
If I was a girl, I wouldn't change my
condition in a hurry ! Not I. There
was Slocum always ready to run his
legs off—but now,--he'll go sooner for
that Mrs. Brown than for his own flesh
and blood.
But I'll pay him, see if I don't ! I
won't get him a mouthful of supper. He
may get his victuals where he does his
work! See how he'll like that. If I
should do so—always trying to please
other folk's husbands instead of my own
—we should have a pretty kettle of fish.
There's Willie, he's teased for an orange
these three days, and not the peel of one
has been seen yet.
There he comes, puffing like a steam
boat. If 1 had sent him he wouldn't
have been back those two hours. Cal
ling at Mr. Brown's too, if it aint enough
to vex a Saint. I'll tell him I'll quit--
I'll—but no, he'll like that too well !
The brute!
I won't please him so much. I'll stay
if it kills me, and Willie shall have an
orange if he wants, and no thanks to him
either. There lie comes again, and both
hands full. Wonder what he has got
now, and who eise he is running for
Coming through the gate, and yes
both pockets full of oranges. The
dear soul ! I knew he wouldn't forget
his own children !—Won't Willie have
a good meal l And I will—yes, he shall
have muffins for supper ; Slocum loves
muffins !
That's all we heard, reader, for when
Slocum opened the hall door Charlie,
Willie, and wife and all went out to meet
him, and get sonic of those oranges.
Mrs. Slocum did get supper, and Slo
cum had muffins.—Troy Budget.
C-, a Presbyterian minister of some
notoriety, I never laughed in the pulpit
only on one occasion, and that came
near procuring my dismissal from the
ministry. About one of the first dis
courses I was called to deliver, subse
quent to my ordination, after reading
my text and opening my subject, my
' attention was directed to a young man
with a very foppish dress, and a head
of exceeding red hair. In a seat imme
diately behind this young gentleman
sat an urchin who must have been ur
ged on in his deviltry by the evil one
himself, for I do not conceive how the
youngster thought of the jest he was
playing off on the spruced dandy in front
of him. The boy held his forefinger in
the red hair of the young man, about as
long as a blacksmith would a nail rod
to heat, and then on his knee commen
ced pounding his finger in imitatation of
s smith in making a nail. The whole
thing was so ludicrous that I laughed,
the only time that I ever disgraced the
pulpit with any thing like mirth.
STOOD ON HER PosrrioN.—The follow
ing circumstance, which occurred re
cently in our community, is the great
est example of an assertion of position
that we have ever heard of. A divine
we need not say who, suffice it to say
that he is an eminently good man of our
city—called recently to see a sick lady
belonging to his church. Said lady had
been very kindly attended during her
illness, by a female cousin who was also
a member of the same congregation.—
The minister preyed with thr, ntilioted
one, and being cognizant of the kind
ness of the cousin, besought the Lord,
in his prayer, to bless his servant who
had, in so kind and Christian a manner,
watched over the afflicted lady. The
cousin withdrew forthwith from his
congregation, asserting at the same time
that she would let him know she wasn't
anybody's servant.—St. Louis Reveille.
tion.—lt appears that a gentleman of
the city of Troy has invented an article
he calls the Skirt Expander, for which
he is about to procure a patent. The
inventor says it will entirely do away
with the cotton bustle. It is said to
be principally made of India rubber,
air tight, and is capable of being infla.
ted or concentrated at any time. If a
lady should be walking and wish to ap
pear larger or smaller, the Skirt is con
structed that she may enlarge or dimin
ish her apparent size at pleasure ; and
yet n person may be walking with and
not discover how, or by what means her
apparent size is diminished or increased
The inventor also says that the ap
pearance of a lady, with one of these
Skirts is much improved—the dress set
ting much better and easier ; and that
it will save the labor of carrying about
the streets quite a small bale of cotton,
any from eight to twelve skirts.
Times denies that Postmaster Cave
Johnston has chartered fourteen mud
turtles at a hundred dollars a year, to
convey the mails between New York
and Boston ! The New London News
thinks that the denial was unnecessary,
as the story bears the impress of false
hood upon its face ; for the whole of
Mr. Johnson's management of the mails
has proved his unwillingness to employ
so fast or so csrtai. a conveyance.
WHOLE NO. 614,
Gen. Scott and his Troops.
A THRILLING SCENE.—A letter in the
N. Y. Journal of Cotnmerce from a field
officer of the Army, describing Churu
busco says:
The conflict lasted two hours and .
three quarters, during the whole of
which time the deafening roar of the
artillery and small arms was continuous
and tremendous—such as no man pres
ent ever before witnessed. It was a
time of awful suspense, but the issue
was not for a moment doubtful. When
it was over the general-in-thief, (Scotty
rode in among the troops. It would
have done your heart good to hear the
shout with which they made the welkin
ring. - - -
Several old soldiers seized the Gen--
eral's hands with expressions of enthu
siastic delight. Suddenly, at a motion
from his hand, silence ensued, when in
the fulness of his heart lie poured forth
a few most eloquent and patriotic words
in commendation of their gallant con
duct. When he ceased there arose an
other shout that might have been heard
to the grand plaza of Mexico. During
this thrilling scene I looked up to the
balcony of the Church that had been so
bravely defended. It was filled by
Mexican prisoners.
Among them were Gen. Rincon, a
venerable old soldier, who was leaning
forward, his countenance glowing and.
his eyes sparkling with es ery manifes
tation of delight. I verily believe that
the old veteran, with the spirit or a true
soldier, upon beholding the victorious
general so greeted by the brave men he
had just led .to victory, forgot for the
moment his own position, (that he was
defeated and a prisoner) and saw and
thought only of the enthusiasm by which
he was surrounded.
A Beautiful Epitaph,
At a mason's yard in this city is a
headstone, with these words: "Our
dear lime Baby;" and the marble upon
which affection has cut the sentence, is
as small and as pure as an infant. Sure
ly, here is perfection in an epitaph ! The
age of a dying child is nothing, and
need not be recorded ; and what is there
in a name when the heart yearns for the
form. This little stone has no mark
for curiosty, and cold history would
frown on it : but a parent—any parent
—entering the graveyard where that ba
by rests, and that small marble tablet
may stand, would carefully avoid tread
ing on the little grave, and yet would
stand there, conjuring up the bright
eyes of that baby fixed on a mother's
love, and its arms opening for a father's
fondness ; and then, alas, the dimming
of those eyes, and the drooping of those
arms—the silence, and what more sad,
of a dead child ;—and the father and
mother bereft of all but this cry of na
ture—" Our dear little Baby !"
York letter has the following:
"If report speak true, some of our
New York merchants arc making well
of the Mexican war. It is said vessels
c have been hired for government use at
most exhurbitant rates—and that their
owners receive as much for a few months'
use of a vessel as she is worth. It is
also said that some gentlemen of the city
are engaged in constructing steamboats
for the government without being direc
ted to do so, and selling them at prices
varying from thirty to forty thousand
dollars over their cost, and fifty or sixty
thousand over their worth, to the gov
ernment agents. How true this is Ido
not know, but I can truly say that our
citizens believe it."
BREAD BAKlNG.—Persons who arc so
unfortunate as to be poorly provided
with those agents of mastication, good
teeth, will be glad to know that there is
a method of baking bread which obvi
ates the necessity of a hard crust. The
crust commonly attached to the loaf is
not only troublesome to such persons,
but is often the cause of much waste.
The wry to be rid of it is as follows :-
11 hen the loaves are moulded, and be
fore they are set down to "rise," take
a small quantity , of clean lard, warm it,
and rub it lightly over the loaves. The
result will be a crust beautifully soft and
tender throughout. This is not guess
work.—Prairie Farmer.
CORN MEAL CAKES.—Excellent break
fast cakes can be made in the following
manner :
Mix two quarts of corn meal—at night
—with water, and little yeast and salt,
just thin enough to stir easy. In the
morning stir in three or four eggs, a lit
tle salamitus and a cup of sour milk, so
as to leave it thin enough to pour out of
a pan ; bake three quarters of an hour,
and you will have large, rich, honey
comb cakes ; and with a good cup of
coffee and sweet butter at breakfast, one
finds with Hamlet, "increase of appetita
to grmv with what it feeds on."