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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."