b.,;11,3 ..:TecrisD 2n1101.1 iS r , r,471 . 1 ~ .1, dr .1.1 wanly, 4111. 0 P /4/070/tlbo/174( BY JAS. CLARK. OM CHILDHOOD. BY GEORGE D. PRENTICE. 'Tis sad—yet sweet—to listen To the soft winds gentle swell, And think we hear the niusic Our childhood knew so well; To gaze out on the even, And the boundless fields of air, And feel again our boyhood's wish To roars, like angels there ! There are many dreams of gladness That cling around the past— And from the tomb of feeling Old thoughts come thronging fast— The forms we loved so dearly In the happy days now gone, The beautiful and lovely, So fair to look upon. Those bright and gentle maidens Who seemed so formed for bliss, Too glorious and too heavenly For such a world as this ! Whose dark soft eyes seemed swimming In a sea of liquid light, And whose locks of gold were streaming O'er brows so sdnny bright. Whose smiles Were like the sunshine I n the spring time of the year— Like the changeful gleams of April, They follow every tear! They have passed-Mika hopea.away, Alt their lovehjness has fled— Oh, many a heart is mourning That they are with the dead. Like the brightest buds of summer . They have fallen from the stem ; Yet oh ! it is a lovely death To fade from earth like them ! And yet the thought is saddening To muse on'Such as they, And feel that all the beautiful Are passing fast away ! That the fair ones whom we love, Grow to each loving breast Like tendrils of the clinging vine ; Then perish where they rest. And can we but think of these In the soft and gentle spring; When the trees are waving o'er us, •And the flowers are blossoming? For we know that winter's coming With hia cold and stormy sky-- And the alorions beauty round us Is budding lint to die ! From the rational inte liigencer. A VOICE FROM SALT RIVER. HEAD OF SALT RIVER, July 18, 1849. DEAR MR. RITCHIE :—I can't keep from writing to you no longer. I must any we are getting m ost out of patience up here in this Salt River Territory ; and are beginning to feel a good deal disappointed to think Gineral Taylor is holding on to the Presidency so long.— I was in hopes after you conchided to stay . down there to Washington and. fight the battle out, that you would a routed him out by this time, and gin our party a chance to come back again. Nnt that I've got any thing agin Gol eta! Taylor ; and I don't say but what he's a clever sort of a man enough; and fought well in Mexico ; and I don't know hut he and the folks around him is car rying on the government all smooth and regular. But all that's nothin' to the pint. The whole nub Of the argument is, they've got our places, and we want 'em. This Salt river country is a tire some place to stay in. And we've been availing here now a number of months, hoping that you would upset the whole apple-cart of the Administiation, and give us itll.a fair elatitice to pick up the fruit. But we've been disappointed. I don't see ns you are tiny nearer getting Gineral Taylor out of bflice that, you Was three months ng,o. We've had a number of meetings up lucre about it, and talked the matter over, and some of our friends are quite put out with you about it, and fling out about your being Old, and lost your spunk, and don't fight With the grit you used to. I took your part strong, and told 'em 'twas no sich a thing ; if you was older than you used to be, you was tough as n pitch-nott yet, and had as much grit in you as ever, and only wanted tonsin' to make you fight like a tiger. They finally agreed if I would write to you and stir you up, so as to make you come down upon the Administration hot and heavy, as though you meant to do softie; thing, they'd be patient a little longer. But if not, they'd kick the "Union" over and take up another organ for the party. I asked 'em how they thought they could better themselves by that, and where they thought they could find an organ to be compared to the Union. "Why," says Bill Jones says he, we'll take the Salt River Herald." "But," says I, "you know the Salt River Herald can't hold a candle to the Union for respectability." "I don't care for that," says he, "the Herald is a smarter paper ; it can tell two lies to the Union's one, week in and Week out, and put a sting in the tail of every one of 'em." "Well, I taint n-going to brag," says 1, "about the Union's talents for hntchin fibs, but there's one thing you ought to remember, the He•ald's lies are always wavertn', whilst the Union's fibs are al. ways well stood to ; and you know ac- cording to the old saying, which is con sicierbd worth the most." I think I rather got ahead of Bill in the argument here, for he couldn't an swer me a word. And now my dear Mr. Ritchie, you see what sort of a pic• kle ive are in, and I hope you Will spunk tip and put your best foot forward ; go at Hui administratiou in arnest ; take hold of 'ern like a catamount, and give 'em sich a clawing that they'll be glad to clear out in a hurry, and let our par ty come in and have the rights again that have belonged to us this twenty years. Now, I don't want to find fault nor complain ; you know it Pint my natur. But I must say I think you have been quite too tame along back, and too mealy-mouthed, as if you were afraid to speak out your mind. The fact is you must go at Gineral Taylor in real arnest. He's the head of the admbistration, and you kilo* that if we can cut the head off the critter's dead. But you must give harder blows than any you have used yet. I don't deny but what you have used some considerable smart words to wards him ; 1 don't deny but what you've called him a "dolt," and a "cheat," and a "tool," and a "mere cypher," and a "disgrace to the country," and an "im , beetle, ignorant tyrant," and "a whiten ed sepulchre," and "a man who is gracing himself," and “a fraction of a man," and "an eighth part of the cabi net," and "the fly upon the coach wheel,' and "a butcher," and "a Nero," and "a Moloch," and "a Cyclops," an sich like. But all this don't amount to nothing.— Its only jest nudging a man in the ribs with your elbow, when you ought to fist up and knock hiin head over heels. If you really mean to do do anything, it won't do to stand mincing words in this soft kind of way. You must put the blows do with a sledge hammer. In- I stead of calling him a dolt, you should call him a natural born fool. Instead of allowing him to be the eighth part of a! man, you should swear right up and down (that is if you ever do swear) that there isn't a particle of the hair or hide of a man about him. Talk up in that kind of a way, and our party would be gin to take courage and feel as if there was some hopes for 'em yet. There's one thing that's very impor tant, and I see you feel very anxious about ; and that is, that we should get Gineral Taylor out somehow or other on the Wilmot Proviso. l'ts a shame and disgrace, and a crime worse than high treason, that he keeps his mouth diet oil that subject. I hope you will be able to contrive some way or other to get it out of him : but I know it is a difficult matter. Cousin Nubby used. to have a way of getting secrets out of folks when they were asleep, about their lovers and so on. I believe she used to do it by stealing into the room slyly where they were asleep, and holding a looking glass over their face, and whis pering to 'em, and they would answer any questions she asked 'em. Now, if you should catch Gineral Taylor asleep somewhere, or if you could get one of the servants of the white house to catch him asleep sometime, and hold a look ing-glass over his face, arid whisper to him and ask him whether he is for or agin the Wilmot Proviso, probably the secret would come out, and Our party would bb safe. It makes not a pin's difference which side he comes out on; we can fight him as well one way as 'tother. The only thing is to get him out; We are ready to head him on bOth tucks. If lie comes oat for the Proviso, we can rho him down with Gineral Cass; and if he comes out agin the Proviso; We can run him down With Col. Benton: But if he don't come out at all, I'm afraid We can't run him down with nobody. Now, do try and do your best to get hihr out on the proviso, for you see how important it is. _ , So I remain your patient but rather bahgry friend; MAJOR JACK DOWNING LISPING ADMIRATION —"Doctor," said a lisping, fashionable bells, who had graduated at half ii dozen Warding schools, to a friend of Ours, who had just been introduced to her at an evening party, "Doctor, which do yi)u . prefer, tholidity of hitellect or -brillianthyl-- Thum adinireth brillianthy, and others admired) tholidity ; but ath fur me, nth Thakespeare says in his Bride of Aby, doth, I.prefer tholidity and brillinnthy combined." The Doctor sunk into the nearest chair, and fainted as dead as a log. 'Have you made chqice of a profess sionV inquired a yonng lady of a gen tleman, who was endeavoring to do the agreeable. replied the gentleman, am a journeyman shoemaker.' Good Heavens l' exclaimed ,the lady, apparent ly much tlisgusted, thought you were a student:' The gentleman 'left on sus picion,' HUNTINGDON, PA., TUESDAY, AUGUST 7, 1849; MAXIMS FOR VIIE YOUNG ; OR SOMETHING FOR BOYS AND GIRLS TO READ BY GRANDFATHER MUHTELOCKR ~ tl3e honest !" children. What a hap pylivorld this would be, if all men were hoAst I Then there would be no need of a blacksmith to forge chains for the prisoner, nor bars and bolts to secure our dwellings from the rude hand of the robber. Then, too, all people would love each other like brothers. But, sad to tell, this is not the case! All people are not honest. Dishonesty is not only to be found among men and women, but alas ! it is often found in the circles of the young. Miny children as small as you, my rea der, are often met with, indulging in this low— this vile practice. Let me tell you a story of two small boys, who were bud, dishonest lads. "Come, come," said Harry Thought less to his friend William Playful, "let's go and take a walk, and I'll show you some sport l" "Agreed," replied Wil liam ; and off the two bogs scampered. They hod not gone far before they spied an old woman sitting by a stone wall, with a basket of delicious peaches by her side. The poor woman had been walking all day, trying to sell her fruit. But she had scarcely found any purcha sers. Then in weariness and sorrow, she had sat herself down to enjoy a mo ment of rest, and soon forgot ull her troubles in the enjoyment of balmy sleep. The boys tempted by the fine appear ance of the fruit, seized hold of the bas ket, and then ran off in great haste. Soon the old woman awoke, and great was, her terror, when she found the basket ' and the splendid peaches had disap peared. I suppose Willliam and Henry thought it was fine fun to steal the poor woman's basket of fruit; but they should have remembered the old fable of the ,boys and the frogs : "What was fun to them was death to others !" 0, children, be honest! What can you gain by being dishonest'! Nothing but shame, it that can be called gain.— Shame which will be your reward *bile children ; and when you grow up to be men and women, the evil effects of this wicked habit will F till follow you. Very rarely indeed, do persons escape from the shameful effects rf dishonesty, if, when children, they are known to in dulge therein. There is a proverb which reads as follows : "He that will steal an egg will steal an ox !" The simple meaning of this is—those who will steal small things, will not stop until they steal larger ones. The man who robs his neighbor of a thOusand dollars, did not begin on so large a scale tit once. He probably com menced by talcing a penny or en apple, and by degrees he overcame all reluc tance, and at last we find his conscience becomes hardened, and then lie can east sily take his neighbor's goods, and, in some cases, take the life of a fellow be ing. 1% by, how often is it the case, that the robber, to secure his purpose, murders, in cold blood, his fellow-man. I think I may safely venture the as sertion, that two-thirds of the murders in this or other lands, may be traced to the crime of ilishOnesty I And when I see a little boy robbing his playmate of a few marbles; a top, or any small ihing, I am led to ask myself this question, Will that lad become a house breaker, and that housebreaker a tn,rdererl This is a serious, solenin thOughi, Children: Think of it How bad must that boy feel who is dishOnest: Good people will not love him, not asitociate witn him. His school- Mates will Shun him ; and he is left alone to wander through this world. illone ! did I say? Oh, no; he will not be alone; for a dishonest lad will find kindred companions. The old proverb says, "Birds of a feather flock together But who wants sects companions? I hope none of My readers are eager for such associates. Then, children, shun all evil compa ny. Resist ail temptations to sin; arid the, smiles of your Heavenly father Will be upon 'you, and you will be happy. If at any time' ou are tempted to steal ii pin bra cent, flee from the temptation with all your might. In one of the Western States, many years ago, there was a man condemned to. die. When he was brought upon the seafild to be launched into eternity, he begged permission to say something to the large crowd assembled to witness the awful tragedy about to take place. Verinission was granted him and as he opened his mouth to speak, the dense crowd pressed forward to listen to his dying words. sin about, " sail this unfortunate young man, "to suffer death for depri ving a fellow being of lile. I commenced my downward career by taking from my parents, without their knoivledge, a five cent piece I Beware, young Man, be ware! This *vas ell this Murderer had to say. '1 hese were his dying words. And need 1, my reader, add Any more, Surely I have said enough ; and if what 1 have written should do no good, pro bably the dying words of Thomas P. Winters mny prove availing, "Beware young man, bew ire !" I conclude as I began, by exhorting you to ea HONEST. —Phila. Sun. Bonaparte's Opinion of Christ. A foreign journal published a conver sation, related by Count de llontholon, the faithful friend of the Emperor Napo leon. "1 know men," said Napoleon, "and 1 tell you that Jesus was not a man ! The religious of Christ is a mystery which subsists by its own force, and proceeds from a mind which is not a human mind. We find in it a marked individuality, which originated a train of words and actions unknown before. Jesus borrow ed nothing from our knowledge. He exhibited in himself a perfect example of his precepts. Jesus is not a philoso pher, for his proofs nit miracles, and from the first his disciples adored him. In fact, learning and philosophy are of no use for salvation ; and Jesus came into the world to reveal the Mysteries of Heaven, and the laws of the Spirit. "Alexander, C ie sar Charibmagne, and myself, founded empires; but on what foundation did we rest the creations of our genius 1 Upon force. Jesus Christ alone founded his empire upon love : and at this hour millions of men would die for him. "It was not a day ; or a battle, that achieved the triumph of the Christian religion in the world. No, it was a long war—a contest for three centuries—be. gun by the Apostles, then con , inued by the flood of Christian generations. In this war, if all the kings and potentates pf the earth were on one side—on the other, I see no army but a Mysterious force, 'yome men scattered here and there in all parts of the world, and who have no other rallying point than a common faith in the mysteries of the Crosi. die before my time, and my body Will be given back to the earth, to become fend for the worms. Such is the fate of him who hits been called the Great Na poleon. W hat an abyss between My deep misery and the eternal kindom of Christ, which is proclaimed, lbved and adored, and which is extending over the world ! Call you this dying I Is it not hiring, rather 7 The death of Christ is the death of God !" Napoleon stopped at the ldst words; bet Gen. Bertrand making no reply, the Emperor added : If you do not perceive that Jesus Christ is God, I did wrong to appoint you General." Death of a Child. These words are full of strange and moving meaning ; winter following spring = nightlall succeeding to dawn!. Fanciful ideas crowd upon the mind hand in hand in solemn truths. That little being who knew nothing here, now to know the end of all things! That -Vacant, intelligence which wondered at the ticking of a watch, now to under stand the mystery of its own being. My own 'ehild, who use to hang upon my lips for instruction now advanced where one Word Would, from its own mouth, be a revelation tome ! That.helpless crea• ture borne from and to arm, guarded by day and watched by night, too shy to bear the approach of a strange face, now launched alone in the "vast profound," escorted by intelligence divine but strange. N‘ ill there be no one eineng that crowd of disfranchised spirits Who! will claim an affinity with it 1 Will the little brother who departed . year ago recognize this as the babe who entered the bonds of flesh as he was leaving theml Or will it he one of the li rst signs Of a better existence that the ties of blood are not needed in it 1 Of . all the surro*s in this World, that for the death of a young child brings with it the readiest healing. Would you grudge its having received promotion without money 1 the rights of citizenship without the formal; ity of residence 1 ti certificate of humanity4iihout the Service 1 the end and aim of life without this Weary life itself'? The death of a Child is tin enig ma, but one which solves many others. The mind may dream and wonder, anti form strange conclusion iron the weak ness of that life, which has yielded to the strong arm of death ; but ttvd tfutht retrisin distinct, more plainly read on that cold trinrble cherub than on any other form of lifelesis clay, and thoseare the worthlessness of that breath which a child is summoned to 'render up, and the freshness of that grace which a child is able to inherit. itintniti -- 1 V. ihO General Taylor Jug The following excellent temperance story is told by the editor of the Grand River Eagle : We were highly amused yesterday. On the bridge that crosses the tumbling waters of Grand Rapids, we met a hale old man with eleven sons, seven daugh ters, thirty-seven grand children and his own wife—the only one he ever had .—with numerous horses, carts, tvagonb, oxen, cows, calves, sheep, and furniture of very antiquated appearance, among which were to be seen cradles for ba bies, cradles for grain, spinning wheels, pots, kettles and almost every thing re quisite for a settlement, such as fifty seven blood 'relations will make in the Grand River country. After stopping the train, and making many inquiries, we asked the old gentleman what use there could be made of a bottomless jug, which was carefully laid in a safe place, among his domestic equipments, and received tha following reply : "Why, sir, I am a man of many years and lots of children, and more a comin' —and have ~ vorked other people's land all my days—paid from four to nine bushels of grain per acre rent, every year for doin' it--I have used a jug With a bottom in it, and I got sick of feedin' other people with my own hands, either landlord or rum•seller---so I sent seven of my boys down to Mexico to tight for some land—and they all got back safe, after fighting with General Taylor, time enough to vote for him—aid they brought seven quarter sections of land that, please God; will be our own with out rent. "And new that old jug you see there, (pointing at the bottomless thing,) shall hold all the whiskey or rum that will be used in my whole family while I con trol them ; because Gineral Taylor told my son John that a jug without a bot tom was the best kind of a jug to put liquor in, and if he was my John he'd serve all the jugs at hum just as they did the Mexicans—take away their pow er to kill us. Good day." Tua UENTLEMAN.—No man is a gen• tieman who, without provocation, would treat with incivility the humblest of his species. It is a vulgarity for which no accomplishments of dress can ever atone. Show me the man who desires to Make every one happy around him, and whose greatest solicitude is never to give just cause of offence to any one, and I will show you a g entleman by nature, and by practice, th ough he may never have worn a suit of broad cloth, nor never heard of a lexicon. lam proud to say, for the honor of our species; that they are men, in every throb of whose hearts there is a solicitude for the welfare of Mankind, and Whose every breath as perfumed with kindness. A RAY OF AsrsoNomr.-:—‘ezesd.r,' ssid a - negro to a colored friend of hip; , which do you tink is de mose useful ob de comets, de sun or de moon V ' , Well, Clem, I dotit tink I should be able to answer dat question, seeing as how I neber had much book larnin.' 'Well, Ctesar, I s'peck de moon orta take de fast rank in dat particular.' 'Why so niggers' 'Becase, de moon shines in de night when we need de light, and de sun shines in. de daytime, when de light sin ob no consequence.' 'Well, Clem; you Is de most laru'd darkey I eber seed : I guess you used to sweep out a school house for a lib bin.' A gdodLhearted Dutchman who dwelt in Albany in the time of one of the early governors, and who professed to cure all cases cif hydrophobia, paid a visit to 'his excellency,' and being treated to all the. hospitalities of the house, Was highly pleased with him; and, slapping the governor familiarly on the back, he exclahned, .GuVernor, you ish a tam clefer fellow ; and 1 opes you will be pit mit a mat tog, and I will cure you for rating!' POPPING THE QUESTION.—There are lots of men deeply in love, without be ing conscious of it. It is a great pity, then, that custom will not allow the la dies to enlighten the sterner sex on so important a point, by popping the ques tion for them. What harm would there be in itl We move the ladies pop, or nut, just as they please. WM. PENN ON MARRIAGE. --.- 4. D0 thou be wise: prefer a person before money; virtue before beauty ; the mind before the body ; then thou bast a ftiend, a cotnpanion, a second self ; one that bears an equal share with thee in thy toils and troubles." 'Society,' says *leanly, 'is constant ly advancing in knowledge. The tail is now where the head was several cen turies ago. But the head and tail still keep their distances.' A ~_ t . A. s 47 , VOL, XIV, NO, 30 GALLANTRY.—Irishmen are proverbial for their off hand galleutry. Yankees, we belieie, are eqnal to the besi of them. A case in point : Recently there came to our city, on a : visit . , a verdant youth direct from snow-clad Green Mountain 7 dont, His city connections are of some Impartance, and it was not long ere he had an invitation to an upper-ten party. Dressed in his "Sunday-go-to-meetins;" he was ushered, into the parlor at ati early hour. Among the company was a very pretty and quiet bewitching Miss, to whom the youth paid his special de= voirs. She is quite petite—he fully a "six-footer." When the company was invited from the parlor to partake of refreShments, the tall yotith waited on the pretty, petite Miss. They took a position back of the table, where the crowd was large and room scarce. The youth invited his partner to stand upon a stair, which led out into another a partment. "Oh, no I" she returned; should be too far above you." "Not at all," he replied, casting a significant glance at her ; men area little lower than angels." The late Mr. Jari , ey Bush amused us once with a story told of a brother bar; rister on the Leicester CirCuii. As the coach was about starting after breakfast; the modest limb of the law approached the landlady; a pretty Quakeress, who was seated behind the bar, and said he could not think of going without giVing her n kiss. ' , Friend," said she, "thee must not do "Oh, by Jupiter, I *ill," replied the harrister. "Well, friend, as thou hast sworn; thee may do it. but the muset not make a practice of it." "Look here, fete," said a knowing darkey, "don't stand dar on de railroad !' 44W - ty, Joe'! "Kase if de cars see dat motif ob yOurs dey tink it am de depo, and run rite so!" ny.-Curran'S ruling passion was a joke. In his last illness, his physician obser ving in the morning that he coughed with more difficulty, he answerd : "That is rather surprising, as I have been drab= tising all night." 'to THE BOYS.---Neer marry a girl who is fond of being always in the street —who is found of running to night meet ing—who has a jewelled hand and di - L empty head—who will see her mdther work and toil While she lays in bed and reads novels or feigns sickness—Who id ashamed to own her. , . Never knew any Man,' says an old author "who could not bear another's misfortune perfectly like a chthitian ; which reminds us of the old lady who thought every calamity that happened to herself a trial, and every one that hap pened to her friends a judgment. AN EYE TO BuisNEss.—A temperance lecturer in Englund, a short time ago fin. ished his discourse thus :—"And, finally my hearers, why should any of you drink ardent spirits My son Thomas, just round the corner, has got as god& root beer as any ih the country, at Only; six pence a quart." , • COTTON MILL AT nititaistusu.—'fhe projectors of this improvement have ad vanced so far in their operations as to issue proposals for Materials and the construction of a building 200 feet long by 60 wide, with wings at each end.— 'The Work Will be put in hand without delay. A DELICATE COMPLIMENT.-A love. sick young gentleman wrote to his 'deaf Adaline' thus—'How I wish, my dent Adaline, my engagements would permit me to leave town and go to see you. It would be like visiting some 61d runt; hallowed by time, and fraught with a thousand pleasing recollections," A cotemporary lets off the following: —"Woman : the morning star of infan• cy, the day star 61 manhood, the even , tug star of age. Bless such stars; may we bask in their influence until we nrei sky high." TUMATOES are said to be wl , olesome, cholera or no cholera. They are good for the blood: Den His own GRANE.-It is stated in the Wilmington (Del.) RepubliCan, that a man at the almshOnse in that place was sent out some days ago to dig two graves. He, however, thinking they might want others soon, dug three and strange as it may seem, he next moitiing was a corpse and placed in one Of them. POETICAL. - Betsy Figg, in describing a gale at sea, says Yeti never see anything like the sea when it is fairly up, it is like a galloping boil, it froths and rolls over, and carries on tremenjus i Vi t # V , 1 1
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