• 9 .- r ) • 11. .'" tr 0 - - 2 - - 'I • ') • )-'7l/t-i# BY J.S. CLARK. HYMN OF VICTORY, IFOR THE 4TH OF JULY, BY 4 LADY OF NEW YORK. Rise ! to sing the deeds of glory By our brave old fathers clone ; Deeds that hallow song and story, Tyrants crushed and freedom won ; Hncl ! immortals hail ! to ye Who won our country's liberty. God was there—his arm sustaining— His pure fire within their veins; His dread power their cause maintaing— Glorious I on their native plains They fought—they died to win far thee, Oh, land beloved! thy liberty! See the beacons brightly blazing! Ranks of war—in deadly fight! Wives and mothers speechless gating— Conqueror's shout ! and foes in flight! sons of freedom! thus will we . Guard and strike for liberty. Hail ! to him the helm now guiding, Long and glorious be his sway ! O'er his name like stars presiding, Palo Alto—Monteroy ! Chosen ! favored! long may he Secure his country's liberty. Raise your banners, proudly soaring With its eagle to the sky, Trumpets sounding—cannons roaring— For a nation's victory. America, for thine ! for thee ! The sacred land of liberty. Front the Repri HUNGARY AND THE HUNGA• BIANS. Not the least interesting and impor tant of the desperate conflicts now go ing on in Europe between THE.: PEOPLE and their oppressors, the crowned heads, is the noble struggle for liberty and in dependence, maintained by the Hunga rians or Magyars against the combined efforts of the Emperor of Austria and the Czar of Russia to reduce them to bondage and servitude. Sympathizing, as the American pee. ple do, with every nation struggling for frerdom, it is impossible for us to look upon the apparently unequal conflict in which the Hungarians are engaged; without uttering an earnest prayer that the God of battles mly continue, as heretofore, to smile upon their efforts, and . crown their bravery and self-sacri ficing patriotism with victory and tri umph. Distant and isolate as this people is, we have heretofore been little convers ant with its affairs. We have known the Hungarians as constituting a portion of the Austrian empire; not generally as a people brave and chivalrous' to nn extreme degree, high spirited and tena cious of their rights and liberties, prompt and uncompromising in their birthright as freemen. It is probably not even known generally, in this coun try, that Hungary has never been con. quered, nor passed under the yoke of absolutism; and that it is an attempt to place this yoke upon her neck now that has brought on the present conflict be tween her and Austria, and cniled forth her spirit of resistance. While in other States of the Austrian empire, such as Bohemia and Lombardy, the spirit of the people has been crushed by the iron hand of despotism, and they have been impoverished and humbled to the dust by proscriptions, confiscations, exac tions, and arbitrary imprisonments.— Hungary has preserved her independ. cone and that indomitable spirit which the love and possession of liberty alone gives to man. It was riot by conquest but by election that the imperial hoes of Hapsburg be came possessed of the crown of Hun gary; nor is the crown hereditary in that or any other family, but elective; consequently, Hungary is as independ ent of Austria as Austria is of Hungary. But, notwithstanding this independence of nationality, Hungary has never ceased to dye every battle-field where Austria has been engaged with the richest blood of her sons, poured out with the profu sion of water, in her defence. Who has not often read, with thrilling interest, of the chivalric conduct of the Hunga rian nobles townie's the Empress, Maria Theresa, when she threw herself and her child into their arms for protection " Assailed without protection," says a writer in Blackwood, " by Prussia, in violation of justice and of the faith of treaties, by France, Bavaria, Saxony, Sardinin, and Spain, and aided only by England and the United Provinces; she was in iminent danger of losing the greater part of her dominions. Guided by the instinct of a woman's heart, and yielding to its impulse, she set at naught the remonstrances of her Austrian coun sellors, and relied on the loyalty of the Hungarians. Proceeding to Presburg, she appeared at the meeting of the Diet, and told the assembled nobles the diffi culties and dangers by which she was surrounded, and threw herself, her child and her cause upon their generosity.— At that appeal every sabre leaped from its scabboard, and the shout " Moriamur pro rage nostro, Maria Theresa !" called all Hungary to arms. Ihe tide of in vasion was rolled back beyond the Alps and the Rhine, and the empire was saved." Such was the noble and chiv alric conduct of the Hungarians, even towards a nation from whom they had, in former times, suffered religious per secution of no ordinary character. " The history of religious persecu tion," says the same writer, " every where a chronicle of misery and crime, has few pages so revolting as that which tells of the persecutions of the Protes tants of Hungary, under her Roman Catholic kings of the house of Austria." But when the voice of distress reaches their ears, and a confiding appeal was made to thoir sympathies as men, their loyality as subjects, and their bravery as soldiers, they had no memory for in• juries, no wrongs to redress, no stip'. lotions of future security and indemnity to make. They were ton noble and magnanimous to take advantage of weakness and adversity, and too• brave and chivalrous to resist the appeal of a woman, borne down by superior num bers, who had thrown herself, her child, and her enuse upon their generous pro tection. The sword was drawn ; thou sands fell ; the expense of the war was uncomplainingly borne by them ; hun dreds of families were ruined ; but the Queen and the empire were saved. How they were requited by the child and his successors, history records; but it is due to the memory of Maria Theresa to say, that she forgot not the debt she owed her brave Hungarian subjects, and ever trea.ed them with the confi dence and consideration they had mer ited of her. But it is not as a brave, free and chi valric race alone that the Hungarians are entitled to our sympathies and good wishes As a chrixtian people we are under deep and lasting obligations to them, as every christian nation, is,for the noble resistence they made for cen turies to the advancing tide of Islamism that bent against them, and frequently threatened to overwhelm the whole of eastern Europe. It was upon their de voted heads that the thickest and heavi est blows of the fierce and relentless followers of Mahomet fell ; it was their fields that were laid waste, their crops and cattle that were destroyed, their villages, towns, cities and hamlets that were devastated ; their country that was swept as by a tornado of fire, and their wives and children that fell by the mer ciless scrirnetar of the hitherto triumph ant and resistless Turk. Situated as she was, and still is, upon .the frontier of Christian Purope, and bordering upon site countries already wrested from their former possessions by the counuering Osmanli, Hunsynry stood es n bu'vvark between the Turlis and Christians, and had in every in stance to meet the advancing hosts, whose aim was to subjugate all Purope, and to plant the crescent wherever stood the cross, as they had already planted it upon the dome of St. Sophie, and the Holy Sepulchre at Jerusalem. Sll6 stood as the advanced award of chris tendom, and faithfully did she perform her duty. Prom that day, even from the moment she was settled by her pre sent race, in the tenth century, has her prowess commanded the admiration of both friends and fees. It is true that the Turkish armies on one occasion bore down all opposition in their desolating career, and sweeping over her entire territory, took Buda or Offen, and advanced to the very walls of VientAbto which they laid seige, and from whiTh they were finally driven by the celebrated John Sobieski, of Poland ; but the Hungarins were still uncon quered, and ever ready to meet the in fidels whenever their banners appeared upon their frontiers, which was never the case, however, after the severe de feats they received from the combined armies of Hungary and Atisttin, tinder the command of the celebrated Prince Eugene, who at the same time wrested from them their stronghold upon the Danube, the city of Belgrade. Something more than n century and a quarter has elapsed since the Turks were then driven back, their sacred banner taken, and their future encroach ment upon christian Europe thus for ever arrested. But has this lapse of time lessened the gratitude due to that heroic people who for centuries main. tamed the conflict with this horde, which till then had met no foe that could check its victorious and desolating ca reer 1 We trust not. limo—cans, we are sure, will deeply sympathise with them in the desperate struggle they are now compelled to maintain in defence of their ancient rights nnd liberties; and we venture to nflirtn that we speak the sentiments of every Whig, and we trust of every Democrat in the nation, when from our inmost soul we bid them God speed, and express the hope that the imperial armies arrayed against them, and which came to enslave and oppress, may in every conflict be driven like chaff before the wind. HUNTINGDON, PA., TUESDAY, JULY 17, 1849. WATERLOO --- BEFORE AND AF TER. We were forcibly struck lately, (says the Knickerbocker,) in reading Dumas' Shores of the Rhine," by this con trasted picture of "Xapoleon going and returning from Waterloo." The two scenes are worthy of the pencil of De laroche : We saw two carriages approaching, gallopping each with six horse's. They disappeared for an instant in a valley, then rose again at a quarter of a league's distance from us. Then we sot off to wards the town, crying, 11 L'Entiereur ! L'Empereur !" We arrived breathless, and only preceding the Emperor by some five hundred paces. I thought he would not stop, whatever might be the crowd awaiting him, and so made for the post house when I sank down half dead with the running; but at any rate I was there. In a moment appeared, turning the cor• ner of a street, the foaming horses; then the postilions all covered with rib bons ; then the carriages themselves; then the people following the carriages. The carriages stopped at the post. I saw Napoleon ! He was dressed in a green coat, with little epaulets, and wore the officer's croF a of the legion of honor. I only saw his bust framed in the square of the carriage window. His head fell upon his chest; that famous medalic head of the old Roman Emperors. His forehead fell forward ; his features, im movable, were of the yellowish color of wax ; only his eyes appeared to be alive. Next to him, on his left, was Prince Je rome, a King without a kingdom, but a faithful brother. He was nt that period a fine young man of six-and-twenty or thirty years of age, his features regular and well formed, his beard black, his hair elegantly arranged. He saluted in place of his brother, whose vague glance seemed lost in the future;' perhaps iii the past. Opposite the Emperor was Letort, his aid-decamp, nn ardent sol dier, who seemed already to snuff the air of battle; he was smiling too, the poor fellow, as if he had long days to live! All this lasted about a minute. Then the whip cracked, the horses neighed, and it all disappeared like vision. * * * * * * Three days afterward, toward eve ning, some people nrrived from Saint Quentin ; they said that as they crime away they heard cannon. The morn• ing of the seventeenth, a courier nrrived who scattered all along the road the news of the victory. The eighteenth nothing. The nineteenth nothing; only vague rumors were abroad coming, no one knew Whence. It wn§ said that the Emperor was at Brussels. The twen tieth, three men in rags, two wounded, and riding jaded horses all covered with foam, entered the town, and were in stantly surrounded by the whole pope- lotion, and pushed into the court-yard of the town-house. These men hardly spoke French. They were, I believe, Westphalisns, belonging somehow to our army. To all our questions they only shook their heads sadly, and ended by confessing that they had quitted the field of battle at Waterloo at eight o'clock, and that the battle was lost when they came away. It was the nd tweed guard of tie fugitives, We would not believe them. We said these men Were Prussian spies. Napoleon could not be beaten ! That fine army which we had seen pass could not be destroyed. We wanted to pet the poor fellows into prison ; so quickly had we forgotten 'l3 and 'l4, to remember the years which had gone before ! My mother ran to the fort, where she pass ed the whole day, knowing it was there the news must arrive, whatever it were. During this time 1 looked out in the maps for Waterloo, the name of which even I could not find, and begun to think the place was imaginary, as was the men's accounts of the battle. At four o'clock, more fugitives arrived, who confirmed the news of the first corners. These were French, and could give all the details which we asked for. They repeated what the others had said, only adding that Napoleon and his brother were killed. This we would not believe; Napoleon might not be invincible; in vulnerable he certainly was. Fresh news more terrible and disastrous con• tinned to come in until ten o'clock at night. At ten o'clock at night we heard the noise of a carriage. It stopped, and the Postmaster went out with a light. We followed him, as he ran to the door to ask for news. Then he started a step back, and cried, 'lt's the Emperor!' I got on a stone bench, and looked over my mother's shoulder. It was indeed Napoleon ; seated in the same corner, in the same uniform, his head on his breast as before. Perhaps it was bent a little lower; but there was not a line in hie countenance, not an altered fee. ture, to mark the feelings of the great gambler, who had just staked and lost the world. Jerome and Letort were not with him to bow and smile in his place. Jerome was gathering together the remnants of the army ; Letort bad been cut in two by a cannon ball. Na poleon lifted his head slowly, looked round as if rousing from a dream, and then, with hie brief, strident voice, • What place is this V he said, Viller- Coteret, Sire.' How many leagues from Soissons!' Six, Sire.' From Parisl' Nineteen.' Tell the post-boys to go quick,' and he once more flung himself back into the corner of his carriage. his head fell on his chest. The horses tar ried him away as if they had wings!" The world knows what had taken place between these two apparitions of Napoleon! PARSON HOWE ON HORACE GREELEY.— Many years ago, when we were, like Br. A. of Shieldsboro', one of the good looking young men of the country, as we were strolling along by the Parke, in the city of Gotham, we met a brother typo, nn ill-dressed and most ungraceful fellow, the back of his well worn hat pressed down to his shoulders; the slee•res of his thread hare coat but about half way from his elbow to his wrists; and a pair of time honoled pants, which a Chadian street Jew would have dis dained to " ticket," but barely covered his slim shanks to within an inch or two of the ankles ; flaxen was his poll ; blank and expressionless his face; and if a painter or statuary in search of a subject perfectly devoid of the graces, had then encountered him, the artist would have said, " This is the very ob ject of: nay search !" "How are you, Hower "How are you, Greeley ? What have you tlierel" (He had about half a ream of papers under his arm.) "'I he •first number of a newspaper— The New Yorker—(handing me onc)— which I have just started—struck off ten thousand copies, and am distributing them gratuitously, experimentally, ex pecting to get a goody list of subscri bers• thereby ; in a hurry, good bye;" sad the sloven passed on his way ; to wealth as a publisher; to fame ns an editor; to popularity as a politician; and now is the most eminent represen• tative in Congress, of the first city of the Union; of that city in which six. teen years ago, doubtless, many a fash ionable young lady tittered as she pass ed at the queer looking disciple of Franklin. AN AMERMAN STATESMAN.—The true American statesman is patriotic. He loves his country—his whole connt ry.— He is jealous of her honor, and proud of her fame. In the hour of her prosperity he rejoices ; in the hour of her peril, he flies to her rescue. He loves the glori ous Uniog, and seeks to strengthen its bonds. He frowns upon every attempt in whatever quarter originating; to breath jealousies and discord among the members of our national family. He knows no east nor West, nor north nor south, only as being parts of one grand, united inseparable whole. Such men have lived in this country, Such now sleep in this country's bosom. Wash ington, Franklin, Jefferson, Jny, tt illiam irt, Roger Shermnr, Patrick Henry ! These and their compeers were the very soul of this nation—the very heart, whose every brat sent its st:•rams of patriotic life-blood through every vein and artery of the republic. The debt we owe them can never be repaid.— They have directed their country to glory, and their countrymen to hope. lhey have been our teachers to instruct —our counsellers to guide—our gaur dums to defend. And their bright ex ample and holy precepts still constitues the "cloud by day and the pillar of fire by night," to guide the millions of this favored land to usefulness, to knowledge and to truth.—Dr Jordan. BEHAVIOR IN CONPANY.—On the sub. I that after several attempts they gave it ject of Behavior in Company, LEIGH up. A Yankee standing by observed Ricumcusn gives the following excellent that he would give it to him (or get- advice to his daughters : j ting it he'd swing it up quicker than B e cheerful, but not gigglers. Be lightning," to which he consented ; serious, but not dull. Be communion. I when Jonathan, instead of plunging in tive but not forward. Be kind, out not as was expected, quietly took up a set servile. Beware of silly thoughtless ting pole, and dipping the end in a tar speeches; although you may forget barrel, reached it down to the coin and them, others will not. Remember God's I brought it up, and slipping it into his eye is in every place, and his ear in pocket, walked off, to the amazement of every comp ny. Beware of levity and the Indian divers, and the no small cha familiarity with young men ; a modest grin of the donor. reserve, without affectation, is the only safe path. Court and encourage serious conversation with them who are truly serious and conversable, and do not go into valuable company without endea voring to improve by the intercourse permitted to you. Nothing is more un becoming, when one part of a company is engaged in profitable and interesting convei cation, than that another pert should be trifling, giggling, and talking comparative nonsense to each other " " WAR'S INURE MOSS 1" Some years since, when the State of Missouri was considered "Far West," there lived on the bank of the river of the same name of the State, a substan tial farmer, who, by years of toil, had accumulated a tolerably pretty pile of castings; owing, as he said, principally to the fact that he didn't raise much tit ters and unions, but the rite smart of corn. This farmer, hearing that good land was much cheaper farther south, concluded to move there. Accordingly, he provided his oldest son with a good horse; and a sufficiency of the needful to defray his travelling. and contingent expenses., and instructed him to pur chase two hundred acres of good land, at the lowest possible price, and return immediately home. The next day, Jeems started for Arkansas, and after an absence of some six weeks, returned borne. " Wcll , Jeerns," said the old man, "how'd you find land in Arkansawr 1" "Tolerably cheap, dad." "You didn't hay 'Borne to hundred acres, did you, Jew's'!" No, d, . ad, not over to hundred, I reckon." " How much money hey yu got left 1" Nary red, dad ! cleaned rite out !" "Why, I had no idee travelin' was 'spensive in them parts; Jeems." Wal, jest yu try it worst, and yule find out, I reckon." Wal ! never min that, let's heare 'bout the land, and- but, war's yore Koss 1" " Why, yu sec, dad, 1 was agoin' along one day -" " B t war's yore hors " Yu hole on, dad, and I'll tell yu all 'bout it. You see, I was goimg along one day, an' I met a fe 1:r as said he was goin' my way tu -" "But, tear's yore loss l" "Dad darn mi hide, of yu don't shet up dad, I'll never git to the loss. Wal, us we was both goin' th 3 same way, me and this feller jived cumpenny, an"hout noon, we hitch our critters, and 1 set down aside uv a branch, and went to eatin' a snack. Arter we'd got thru, this feller sez tu me -" "Try a drop of this ere red-eye, stranger I" .. Wal, I don't mind," sez 1... ... "Bat war's yore boss?" ‘.limainin' to him bime-by, dad." So me an' this feller sot thar, sorter torkin' and drink in', and Om he sez— " Stranger, let's-play a leetle game of seven-up," atakiti' out tiv his pocket a greasy, roan-cornered pack its herds. " Don't keer of ' sez 1. So we set up side uv a stump, an' kummenced to bet n quorter up, an 1 was n slayin' him a win!'— " Rut war's vure boss 1" "Kummin' in him, dad. lime-by luck changed;' and he got to wienin', and putty sune, 1 hadn t not nary nuttier dollar. Then sea he: "Stranger, I'll gin yu a chance to ga even, an' play you one more game." " Well, we both plaid rite tile that game, I aware, and we was both six and six," and " War's yure hossl" "Kummin' to him, dud. We was six and six, dad, arid 'twos his deal—" " Will yu tell me war's yore hossl" paid the old loan, gettin' Yes, we oos six and six ' an' he turned the jack !" "Iligr's yore hoss ?" The stranger won him a•turniig that jack !"—X. 0. Delta. Indian and Yankee, The water of Mackinaw is very clear and very cold, so cold us to be almost unendurable. A gentlenan lately amused himself by throwing a small gold coin iu twenty feet of water, and giving it to any Indian who would Cring it up. Down they plunged, but after d escending ten or twelve feet, they entne up so chilled, BED Buns.—There is a long article in the Valley Farmer, by which it is established, beyond question, that sweet oil occasionally rubbed over bedsteads, chairboards, &c. will effectually prevent the appearance of bed hogs. We think it unnecessary to publish the evidence of the efficacy of this cheap and agreeable preventive of the nuisance in question. The reader will take our word that it is conelusive.—Louisville Journal. VOL, XIV, NO, 27 Mniorable Confession CM. Ethan Allen, the hero of 'neon , derag,o, though a brave and honored patriot, was oh avowed deist. Ile wrote several works against Christianity, one of which, profanely entitled " Bible," has ceased the ruin of many a young man, impatient of religious re. , straint. While seated is his quiet home, glory , ing in the independence lie had so brave ly contributed to procure, and exulting still more to his imagined triumphs over religion, he was suddenly called to the death•bed of a dearly beloved child. She hud been well instructed by her mother in the principles and duties of Revealed Religion, and at this trying boor it afliirded her not merely consolation, but triumphant joy. When her father, whom she bad regarded with respect and affection, arrived, and was bending over her couch, she threw her arms around his neck, and with it look of unutterable kindness said : " Father, 1 am dying; tell me, shall I go into eternity believing your sentiments, or what my mother has taught me?" The veteran, whom no argument bad ever shaken, who had stood unmoved in the baffle-field, surprised by herlbeav enly security and confidence, trem biingly replied :—" My daughter, my dying daughter, believe what your mother has taught you.' How utterly worthless, at that moment, must have appeared nil his boasted reasoning against a religion, which could thus give victory in death, by bringing life and immortality to light, and who in such circumstances would nut say, " let me die the death of the righteous V' • CURE FOR JEALOUSY.—The affair of Bruce who was murdered, and found by aid of a clairvoyant, according to the accounts, induced a young married man; who was on a visit .to the city, to call on one of these seers and ascertain in what occupation his wife was engaged at her residence some ninety miles away. "She is in the parlor," said the lady, "and every once in n while she looks out of the window, as if expecting some one." S,trange," said the gentleman, " who can she expect i" " Some one entering the door, she sei zes him arid caresses him fondly." "it can't be ; it's all a hoax ; my wife is true to Ine," interrupted the gen tleman, who was nettled and worried by the green-eyed monster. "Now he. lays his bend on her lap, and looks tenderly into her eyes." "I swear that is false ; and I'll make you pay dear for this slander." " Now he wags his tail," continued the sleeper ; and ns this explained the story, he vamoosed, and resolved never again to be inquisitive in regard to his wife's doings. GIVE SUE YOUR BABY. The Cineinnatti Commercial tells the following : We saw a poor woman sitting on the steps in front of a hotel on Fifth street, the other morning, holding a pale yet beautiful infant in her arms : in one hand she held a saucer contain• tug a few pennies, She was apparently about thirty, and neatly clad, although the dress was of the cheapest material. One could see tht:t her position in life had been better, and perhai s a happy one fur years. Our attention was arre=ted by a crowd of well dressed ladies, who were stand ing around and endeavoring to beg the baby. What n sweet child !" said one. "Poor little deur !" said another, "how I shonid love it if it was toy own!" The mother drew her child closer to her bosom but said not a word. Another lady, in whose face one could see at a glance, a foimtain of charity and love, seemed more intent on the child than any other. "Give me your baby," said she, "and will take good care of it." The poor woman looked up for the first time, with a face so melancholy, and the tears trembled in her eyes. "No madam, I thank you for your kind feelings, but I cannot part with the only thing I have left to love on earth !" This was enough, The lady dropped a half eagle into the saucer, and turned away in tears. The others openei their purses, and placed their oflerings in charitable sociability with the gold piece. We added our tnite, and walked away a happier and better man. Yer drunk again, hey 1 " No, my love, (hie.) not drunk but slippery. (hie.) The tact is, my dear, somebody has been rubbing the bottom of my boots, till they are as smooth as a pane of glass."
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