BY JAS. CLARK.
From the Quaker City
The Departed.
ET LIANNAH MAPLE.
Oh I wrong not the departed,
But let their memories be
As plensant as the tuneful songs,
Of wild birds from the tree
And let their kind words visit us,
As do our nightly dreams,
Fraught with all holiest images,
Like sunlight on the streams.
And well do kindly words beseem
Each treasured one that's gone,
An echo from the trusting heart
From whirls no dream has flown ;
A sweet strain caught from mem'rys lyre,
That tells of other years,
And pours its sweetest melody
Upon the mourner's tears.
For what has envy's voice to do
With those who quiet sleep,
Tinder the shade of Summer flowers,
Beneath the church-yard deep!
And what but hopes and tears have we
To lay. as offerings,
Upon the shrine of buried joys
To which our memory clings.
All have some in the spirit land,
The loved and lost of earth,
Who passed away as fresh and pure
As Spring thiwers at their birth ;
Some one within whose priceless love
Our richest trust was urned,
A kindred spirit mid the waste,
For which the lone heart yearned.
May not all cherish in the heart
Unseen to outward gaze,
The memory of some vanished one
The idol of his days
And grief that has been hidden long
Like water in the rock,
May flow in streams of agony
Beneath the slightest shock.
{From the London World of Fashion for Jan.]
LOVE IN TEARS;
Or the Morn of the Wedding Day.
" Star of my soul ! than powerand fame more
dear,
And must thou rest in gloom and silence here;
No mare by thy sweet tones and looks be
guiled,
Must I forever say farewell !"—lMitchell.
The sunlight of a bright summer
morning streamed through the painted
windows of Sir Charles Harrington's
dressing room, mellowed by the rich
tints of the glass, and also by cost
ly gossamer curtains descending from
the ceiling, and upheld by crystal bands
—Sir Charles in an elegant 'Turkish
robe, had thrown himself into a fauteuil,
to devour the contents of a billet upon
which his eyes had fallen, and to which
his attendants had failed to direct his
attention on his arrival in town on the
previous night. It had been written a
week before, and was from the pen of
his beloved. A weeks neglect in love
is, to the sufferer, an age; minutes are
days and hours years! And this par
ticular letter was written in the kindest
terms !
If what I feel I could express in
words!" exclaimed the lover, " I should
speak joy enough to banish sadness from
the world forever! 0, Lydia! Lydia!
such worth as thine roust obtain pardon
for the faults of all the fickle sex. If
our first parent had been but like thee,
we should all have lived and died in in
nocency; the bright original creation!"
Whilst the lover was indulging in
these raptures, a cab drew up at his door
and Lionel Mildmay, of the Guards,
jumping out, was in a few minutes intro
duced to his friend Sir Charles.
" My hearts best friend !" exclaimed
the latter ; " there's not a friend 1 so
much wished to see. I have such a let
ter here !"
What is it me see it," said
Lionel.
" You must excuse me," returned Sir
Charles. " You will not wrong my
friendship, and your manners to tempt
me to show it to you."
"Not for the world, my friend," re
plied the other ; and he forthwith turn
ed the conversation to the current top
ics of the day ; when all the gossip of
the gay world had occurred since Sir,
Charles had left town, was repeated for
his amusement. In this way nearly an
hour was passed, and Mildmay then rose
to depart.
" You must not go yet," exclaimed
Sir Charles.
" I must," said Lionel ; for I'm invi
ted to a wedding; and brides don't wait."
Going to n wedding!" said the lov
er.—" Then you're in a fit state of mind
to become my confident. Read that,
and envy my felicity ! But let me tell
you first, the lovely creature whose
thoughts are there expressed, 1 first met
in a country ramble on her fathers es.
tate. To look on her, the passing trav
eller and the feeding flocks stood still; the
singing btrds were in contention which
should light nearert her, for her bright
eyes deceived even men, they were so
like the beauteous firmament. I looked
on her and loved. Now read and envy
me."
Lionel Mildmay took the letter from
the enthusiast, who continued his rap
sodies whilst Lionel read ; and the ex
pressions of the latter, as he proceeded,
'l';
nni z
044b0n
were in accordance with his friends ex
pectations ; but when he came to the
end, and read the name Lydia Walsing
ham," he stared at Sir Charles with
mute astonishment.
" Lydia Walsingham !" he cried.
" %% hat Walsingham 1 not Lord Mal
ton's daughter 1"
" The very identical and adorable Ly
dia!" exclaimed the enraptured lover.
She is the food, the sleep, the air I
live by."
"0," continued Mildmay, "what rid•
dle or what madness is this 1 Why,
Lydia Walsinglinm is to be married
this morning to the Earl of Haversham;
and that is the wedding I am going to."
" No, no," replied Sir Charles, that
cannot be."
"Nothing is more true, 1 assure you,"
said his friend.
Great was Sir Charles' amazement
when Lionel persisted in the correct
ness of his intelligence; but the truth
was placed beyond dispute by the arri
val of a letter (corn Miss Walsinghnm
herself. Quickly breaking the seal, he
read to the following effect:
Sir Charles—
You have sported with a heart
when you knew it was your own ; and
I have recalled the gift. You also knew
you had a rival, whose merits were by
no means contemptible; yet you cared
so little for the prize you had won, as to
pay attentions to a lady in the North, to
which no doubt is to be attributed your
neglect of my last letter. You will
please to return that letter, as this day
I give my hand to the Earl of Haver
sham.
" Lady in the North !" cried Sir
Charles. " I've been attentive to no
lady in the North ! 'Tis but an excuse
—a fabrication to gloss over her perfidy!
I'll to the church myself, and forbid her
marriage. False, heartless, fickle girl!
My rival shall not triumph!"
'My dear Sir Charles,' said Mildmay,
"be cool I entreat you. Think of what
you would do, and the disgrace it must
necessarily occasion."
"I think of nothing but my love and
my despair !" cried Sir Charles, and
hastily concluding his toilet, lie took
his friend's arm, and leaping into the
cab, drove rapidly towards St. George's
Church.
In answer to his inquiries, he ascer
tained that no such marritage had been
appointed to take place there: and as
Lionel Mildmay confessed he had not
thought of asking what particular church
had been selected for the nuptials.
(concluding as a matter of course that
it was St. George's) the dispairing lov
er resolved upon proceeding at once to
Lord Malton's house. There he obser
ved indications of the important event
about to take place, that removed all
doubts of the correctness of his infor
mation.
" 0, the' words, the gentle words—so
sweet, so many that she has uttered to
me !" exclaimed Sir Charles, "as if she
had been covetous not to leave one word
for other lovers. 0 memory ! thou
blessing to all men! thou art my curse
and cause of misery!—Thor tellest
me what 1 have been in her eyes, and
what lam ! Happy's that wretc h who
never owned scarce jewels or great
wealth ; but speechless is his plague
that once was rich, and from supetflu
ous state fulls to be poor 1"
Sir Charles, who was well acquainted
with the chief apartments in Lord Mal
ton's mansion, straight way proceeded
to Miss Walsingliam's bourdour ; and
there the intended bride rat alone, atti
red for the marriage ceremony ! Her
beautifully rounded arm reclined on a
marble table, and her hand was pressed
upon her forehead, as if to still its
throbs. Sir Charles Harrington paused
on the threshold, and at that moment
one of the bridesmaids in the drawing
room touched the keys of the piano.—
The melody was familiar to the bride,
and it seemed to strike a chord in her
breast, the issue of which was tears;
large chops coursed each other down
her pale cheeks, as the song, mellowed
by distance into something like seraphic
harmony, proceeded:—
I say not regret me—you will not regret ;
You will try to forget me—you cannot forget?
We shall hear of each other—ah! misery to
hear,
Those words from another which once we‘e so
dear !
But deep words shall sting thee that breathe of
the past, _
And many things bring thee thoughts fated to
last."
The white arms of the bride fell upon
the marble table, rivaling its whiteness;
and the beautiful face of Lydia Wel.'
singham was buried in them ; the thick
curls of her long dark hair helping to
obscure her countenance. The utter
woe of the bride was observed by Sir
Charles with amazement. Suddenly she
started up, exclaiming—
"! cannot bear that song to-day !"
In a moment her eyes fell upon Sir
HUNTINGDON, PA., TUESDAY, APRIL 24, 1849.
Charles Harrington, and assuming a
look and air of dignity, she inquired to
what circumstance she had to ascribe
his presence there
Canst thou," he replied, "enter a
church a bride—a willing bride—after
meeting these eyes of miner
Lydia was unable to reply: and thd
words of the bridesmaid's song, as it
continued, alone were audible:
"The fond hopes that centered in thee are all
fled,
The iron hath entered the soul where they fed;
Of the chain that once bound me, the memory is
mine,
But my words are around thee, their power is
on'thine !"
" Can there," continued Sir Charles,
"be a soul in such a shape! Can such
beauty be without a heart 1 Alas! my
love is subject to such misery, such
strange contradictions and misfortune,
that men will laugh at me when I relate
the story of it, arid deem me false-"
" Yes, false !" exclaimed the bride,
with her eyes averted to the ground.
"Thy perfidy bath lost thee more than
thou canst gain by this unhappy reso
lution."
" What bast thou not lost by perfidy!"
murmured the bride, unconsciously
tearing the orange blossoms that she
had taken from the table.
" Couldst thou believe that false re
port of me 1" said the lover rebukingly,
but in a tone mingled with pity.
"The Earl declared he had proof of
"The Earl !" cried Sir Charles ; "the
Earl of Haversham !" and then retiring
suddenly, he paused to say : Whilst
such is your belief, Miss Walsingham,
my presence here, I allow must be an
offence ; but I will be careful not to re
peat it, unless I can bring unquestiona
ble evidence of my fidelity, and place
my honor and my love above suspi
cion."
L. W
The tone in Which Sir Charles spoke
although he enlletn'Ored to conceal his
intentions, alarmed the young bride,
who eagerly culled Upon him to return ;
but he heard her not ; his bruin was ou
fire, his thoughts were all engrossed by
one important object, the accomplish
ment of which admitted of no delay.
Presently a murmur of confused voices
was heard, and the bridesmaids came
about Lydia in affright. Sir Charles
Harrington had suddenly entered into
the drawing room, and imperiously de
manded an interview with the Earl
alone. Lord Milton had interposed,
and an angry controversy ensued.—
Lydia, in an agony of doubt and appre:
hension, entreated some of her friends
to proceed to her father, and implore
him to prevent a hostile meeting at any
sacrifice • but the bridesmaids returned
with intelligence that the door was fas
tened, and nothing was heard but the
angry voice of Sir Charles, demanding
immediate reparation for some injury
he had sustained.
" No, no, no !" shrieked the bride;
"there has been misery enough already:'
and darting towards the staircase, she
hastily descended; when, beating her
jeweled hands upon the drawing room
door, she called loudly for her father.
The door was that instant opened,
and Lady Walsingham fell fainting in
Lord Melton's arms.
It was some time before she was re ,
stored to consciousness, and then, her;
riedly directing her eyes round the
room, and seeing only her father and
sister there, she cried.
" Where is he, father; tell me, I im
plore!"
" The Earl of Haversham !"
" No, no ! Sir Charles !"
"Here at your feet," cried the lover,
who, bounding into the room, and throw
ing himself on his knee before Lydia,
pressed her white hand to his lips.—
"Fear nothing," he said, "the cloud is
past. The Earl of Haversham has ack
nowledged before your father, that he
fabricated those statements which im
pugned my honor, and have caused this
misery."
"And he !"
"He is gone, Lydia, disgraced ; never
to appear in this presence again."
1
Lydia gave a shriek of joy; and her
father, silently taking her hand, placed
it in that of Sir Charles.
, 6 'Tis past twelie o'clock," exclaimed
Lord IVlalton, 66 and the Bishop will think
there is to be no marriage to-day. You
have no objection Sir Charles 1"
Sir Charles Harrington was delighted
at the idea of hie becoming the substi
tute for his rival, at the altar , and Lydia
quickly consented to the nen+ arrange
ment, now that her finpreisloh df Sir
Charles's infidelity was removed. The
wedding-bells rang merrily ; and Mel
ton House became a scene of perfect
joy, for two worthy hearts were united.
uWere you eVei dicias-questionedi''
"Yes, when oe - stint - id by my wife after
spending the evening abroad-cross
nough in all conscience,
[From Breckenridge's Recollections of the
West.]
First Court in a New County.
The first Court in Butler, (Pa.,) drew
the whole population to town, some on
account of business, some to make busi
ness, but the greater part from idle Cu.
f riosity. They were at that time chiefly
Irish, who had all the characteristics of
the nation. A log cabin just raised and
covered, but without a window sash or
doors, or daubing, was prepared for the
hall of justice, a carpenter's bench, with
three chairs upon it was the judgement
seat. The bar of Pittsburg attended,
and presiding judge, a stiff; formal, pe
dantic old bachelor, took his seat, sup
ported by two associate judges who
were common farmers, one of whom
was blind of an eye. The hall was bare
ly sufficient to contain the bench, bar,
jurors and constable. But few of the
spectators could be accommodated on
the lower floor, the only one ylPt laid ;
many therefore clambered up the walls,
and placing their hands and feet in the
open intertices between the logs,
hung
there suspended like enormous Mada
gascar bats. Some had taken possession
of the joists; and big John MeJunkin
(who, until now, had ruled at all public
gatherings,) had placed a foot on one
joist, and a foot on another directly over
the heads of their honors, standing like
the Colossus of Rhodes. The Judge's
sense of propriety was shocked at this
exhibition. The Sheriff, John McCin:
dless, was called, and ordered to Clear
the walls and joists. He went to work
with his assistants, and soon pulled down
by the legs those who were in no very
great haste to obey. McJunkin was the
last, and began to growl, as he prepared
to descend. " What do you say sir 1"
said the Judge. "I say, I pay my taxes,
• and has as good a right here as ony
mon." " Sheriff, sheriff;" said the
Judge, "bring him before the Court."—
McJunkin's ire was now up, and he
reached the floor, began to strike, his
breast, exclaiming, " my name is john
McJunkin, d'ye see—here's the breast
that never flinched, if so be it was in
good cause. I'll sten ony man a hitch
in Butler county, if so be he'll clear me
o' the la." " Bring him before the
Court" said the Judge.
He was accordingly pinioned, and if
not gagged, at least forced to be silent,
while his case was under consideration.
Some of the lawyers, volunteered as
dmica curice, some ventured a word of
apology for MeJiiiikin.• The Judge pro
nounced the sentence of imprisonment
fin' two hours in the jail of the county,
and ordered the Sheriff to take him into
custody: The SheriftWitb much sim
plicity observed, "May it pleas the
courte, there is no jail at. all to put him
in." Here the judge took a learned dis
tinction, upon which lie explained at
some length for the benefit of the bar.
He said " there were two kinds of cus
tody, first, safe custody, second close
custody. The first is where the body
must be forthcoming to answer a de
mand or accusation, and in that case tho
body may be delivered for the time being
out of the hands of the law on bail or
recognizance ; but when the imprison
meet a part of the satisfaction or pun
ishment there can be no bail or main
prize."
is the reason of the common
law in relation to'escapes under capita
ad sufficiendunt, and also why a ca. ca.
cannot issue after the defendant has
been once committed and discharged by
the plaintiff. In like manner a man
cannot be imprisoned twice for the same
offence, even if he be released before
the expiration of the term of imprison
ment. This is elea'rlY a ease of ctoso
custody and the prisoner must be confi
ned, body and limb. without bail or
mainprize, in some place of incarcera
tion." By the sheriff, who seemed to
hit on a lucky thought, "May it phase
the coort. I'm just thinkin that may be
I can take him till Bowen's pig pen ;
the pigs are kilt for the coort, and its
empty." "You heard the opinion of the
court," said the judge, " proceed sir, do
your ditty." The sheriff accordingly
retired with his prisoner, and drew
after him three-fourths of the specta
tors abil suitors, while the judge, thus
relieved, proceeded to organize the
court. But this was not the tertnina
tion of the affair. Peace and order hcd
scarcely been restored, when the sher
iff came rushing to the house with a
crowd at his heels, crying out " Mr.
Jidge, Mr. Jidge—Mr. McJunkin's got
afl'd d'ye mind." " What ! escaped,
sheriff 1 Summon the posse comitatus!"
"The pause, the pusse—why now I'll
jilt tell ye how it happent. He was go
ing along quaetly enough until we got
till the hazel patch, and all at once he .
pitched of intil the bushes, an' 1 after
him, but a lumb of tree catched my fut,
and I pitched three rods afl; but I fell.
for it, an' that's good fuck ye minte."
The judge could not retain' his gravity,
octurtt tit 4
the bar raised a laugh, and there the
matter ended, after which the business
proceeded quietly enough.
THE VELY,AGE SCHOOL.
BY RICHATD PENN SMITH.
How unstable is human opinion ! In
childhood we look forward to the years
of maturity for the consumation of our
dream of happiness: and when that pe
riod has arrived, we call up the recol
lections of youth, and they bloom again
as •pots of green in the desert.
1 passed my bo% hood in a village far
remote from our populous cities, and the
oecurences of those thoughtless days
mado so deep an impression, that at
this distant period they retain their
freshness, and doubtless will do so even
to the close of life. The joys of youth
take deep root in the mind and bloom
for years, whether it be winter or spring
with us; but the pleasure of after life
are but as flowers of a season, that blos
som for a day and fade, and fresh seed
must be scattered before others appear.
I revisited the village not long since,
after an absence of many years. It had
undergone numerous changes, and, as I
walked along the streets, many new fa
ces presented themselves, and but few
of the old ones were to be seen.
fact, time had rendered me a stranger
in a strange place, though I had ima
gined that all would be as famillia'r to
me as my own fireside, add that my
Welcome would finie . Veen as cardial.
With feelings of disappoinaent, I
extended my walk to the commons be
yond the skirts of the village, where
the school house stood. That had un
dergone no change ; it was still the
same. but it struck me that time had
materially diminished it in magnitude.
It is remarkable how our optics deceive
us at difirent stages of life. 1 looked
around with delight, for every thing was
familiar to me ; but the picture was now
in miniature. Objects that 1 had con
sidered remote were near at hand, and
mountains had dwindled away to com
parative mole-hills.
While enjoying the recollections that
the scene awhkened, the door of the
school house opened, and a man ap.
proached. He would have been known
among a thousand, by his step and nir,
for a country school master. After an
awkward bow he said,
"A pleasant evening, sir. A charm
inF landscape, and you appear to enjoy
"Yes; it is delightful to look upon
familiar faces after a long seperation."
He gazed at me earnestly, and mut
tered, "Faces! I hatie eu2aly teen that
face before !"
" Very possible, but not within twen
ty years."
"At thnt period I was a pupil in this
school," said he, "and if I mistake not,
you were also." I answered in the affi.
mative. He grasped me immediately by
the hand, and, shaking it cordially, call
ed me by my name. "But," continued
he "you appear not to remember me!"
"True; the human countenance is a
tablet upon which time is constantly
scribbling new characters and oblitera
ting the old, and his hand has been bu
sily employed upon your font
" Yes , another story has bcea writ
ten there since the time we used to lie
wait by a salt lick, at midnight, for
the coming deer, oi• glide over the Sur
face of the river, with a fire in the stern
end of the canoe, to light us to the hi
ding places of the salmon and trout."
I knew him now to be the same who
had been my constant companion in the
excursions of my boyhood. "But how
is this 1 I exclaimed ; have the duties
of the school devolved upon you'? Where
is our preceptor 1"
Debemur morti nos nostraque !'
Dead
"So his tombstone informs us; and
in this instaneeit speaks the truth, con
trary to the usual practice of tombstones.
He took a cold by exposing hittiself,
when over heated by the labour of ,a se
vere flagellation inflicted upon the broad
shoulders of a dull urchin. You mny re
member that his manner of teaching
was impressive, for he rigidly pursued
the ancient system of imparting knowl
edge."
"0 ! 1 remember. And doubtless
you are as great a terror to the rising
generation as he was to us and our com
panions. Well, I might have foretold
your destiny. Our inclinations are ear=
ly developed ; and it was a prime joke
with you, as soon as the school was dis
missed, to put on the teacher's gown,
cap and spectacles, and seating your
self in his large oaken chair,'call upbil
us, with mock gravity, to•gci' through
the forms we had just finished."
' You may also remember," said the
schoolmaster, that upon one of these
occasions you clambered up behind me
and gain me a libation from an inkhorn,
while the master was standing in the
doorway, the only one present who could
VOL XIV, NO. 16
not enter into the spirit of the farce we
were performing.' . '
Nor did we highly applaud his epi
logue to our entertainment. But where
are they now, who joined in our thought
less amusements on that day 1'
'Scattered as far as the four cornet's
of the earth ! A small room there con
tained them, and they found happiness
in it; but grown to man's state,' they
roamed the wild world in purSiiit of the
phantom, and it eluded their grasp.'
What became of little Dick Gaylove
who, on that occasion, was detectfirt
making a profile of our old preceptor on
the door T Ho was a promising lad, the
pride of his father's heart and a univer
sal favorite in the school."
" He was indeed a boy of fine talents:
but judge not of the fruit trom the flow
er. He left the village for the metrop
olis, and was educated to the bar. HI
was admired and caressed
,by his ac
quaintance, became diSsipated, tuinect
his father's fortune, and dthd the death
of a prodigal at the age or fie and'
twenty.'
And his brother Tom, who overt urn
ed the bench upon which Jack Wil
liams and his cousin were seated 1'
He imitated the example set by fath
er Adnm ; and by cultivating the earth,
supported his . aged parents. If more
would do o , the world would be hap
. . . .
As we walked to the village he gave
me n brief history of the whole of our
schoolmates, unit the picture presented
a vast deal more of shade than sunshine.
Lire may be corepitr . ed to a tree in full
pu
bearing. • Of theltitude of blossoms
how many are nipped in the bud ! Of
the fruit, more than half falls in its
green state, and of that which attains
maturity, much goes to decay before it'
is gathered to use.
Old'Psalns Tunes.
There is to us more pathos, heart
thrilling expression in some of Vie old
psalm tunes, feelingly displayed, than
lin a whole batch of modernising. The
,trains go home, and the fountain of
the great deep is broken up'—the great
deep of unfathomable feeling that lies
far, far below the surface of the world
hardened heart ; and the unwonted, yet
unchecked tear staffs' the sage , the
softened spirit yields to their influence,'
and shakes off the load of earthly care,
rising purified and spirtualized, into a
clearer atmosphere. Strange, irOxpli
cable altiociatiOns . brood oiler the mind
like the far off dream of paradise,'
mingling their chaste melancholy with
musings of still, subdued, more cheer
ful character. , —How many glad hearts
in the old time bilve rejoiced in those .
so gs of praise,' how many sorrowful'
ones sighed out their complaints its
those plaintive notes, that steal sadly,
though sweetly on the ear ; hearts that
now cold in death, are laid to rest,
around that sacred tune, within those
walls they had so often swelled with
emotion.
YOUNG MAN, STOP.—YOU, young man,
on the way to the ball alley, or billiard
room, with a cigar in your mouth, and
with on appetite for a mint-julep—stop
a moment. Are you net in a dangerous
wayl Will those places, or your habits,
lead you td respectability or usefulh'cis
in society Will you, by theM, become,
more moral, niecc virtues; or intel:igenti
If not, stop where you are, we beseech'
of you. You have nobleness or heart peri
haps, and a generous disposition. You
may do good to those about you, if you
will. Your example, if it be such as
will lead to virtue, will draw others af
ter you; or if it leads to vice or error,
will also, and the more readily, lure oth
ers in the way of evil. Then young,
man, stop and think upon your course!'
Where is it tending! If to bad habits
and low assciationa, stop instantly.
Stand firm. Take not another step - in
the dangerous way, but turn .baek while
you have power, and seek the ways of
virtue, the path of intelligence, and you
may dO good in your day and genera
tion,'and be esteemed by those who en
joy your' acquaintance.
HAUNTED.—The colored people in the
vicinity of New Castle, Delaware, have
received some severe frights from what
they suppoied'th bd the ghost of Perry
Bailley who Vas exeduted at that place
some weeks two; walking with his coffin
under hii arm.' They will On no ac
count, go near the gallows after dark.
Ode - negro in the fail assert's thafPer
ry pulled him out Of his bed one night.
What siiperstition•
(17••" When I goes a shopping,' says
Mrs. Partington, "I allays ask for what
I wants, and if they have it, and it's sui
table and I feel inclined to buy it, antf
h's &leap, and can't be get at any Oth
er place for less, I almost alldys takes it
without chapperiiii about it all day long,
as same people does."