Huntingdon journal. (Huntingdon, Pa.) 1843-1859, November 13, 1851, Image 1

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    VOLUME XVI.
JOHN HAFT, JR,
J. D. WILLIAMS di. Co.,
Witaaeole Grocers and Commissjii Merchants en
Dealers in Produce and sburg
Manufactures,
NO. 116, Wood Street, Pittsburg.
HAVE NOW IN STORE, and to arrive this
week, the following goods, of the moat re
cent importations, which are offered on the most
reasonable terms:
115 catty boxes prime Green Tea.
45 half chests do do
46 Oolong and Cimino.
100 bags Rio Coffee.
15 Laguvra and Jaya.
60 boxes B's, 6's, and Ilb lump tobacco.
35 bbls. Nos. 1 and 3 Mackerel.
20 and Ido No. 1 do
2 and do Salmon.
50 boxes sealed Herring.
1300 lb! extra Madder.
3 bales Cassia, 1 bale Cloves '
6 bags Pepper & Alspico, 1 bbl Nutmegs,
2 bbls Ground Ginger, 1 bbl ground pepper,
1 bbl Ground Pimento, 10 kdgs ground Mustard
10 kegi ground Cassia, 10 do do Cloves,
2 bbls Garret's Snuff, 45 bxs Stearin Candles,
20 bxs Star Candles, 10 do Sperm do
100 doe Masons Black'g 100 lbs sup. Rice Flour,
100 lbs S. F. Indigo, 20 doz Ink,
150 doe Corn Brooms, 125 •doz Patent Zinc
50 bxs extra pure Starch; Wash Boards,
25 do Salcratus, 75 bhls N. O. Molasses,
15 bbls S. 11. Molasses, 10 do Golden Svrup,
25 do Loaf, Crushed, 5501bs seedless &Sins,
& Powdered Sugar, 50 drums Smyrna Figs,
20jars Bordeaux Primes, 50 lbs Sicily l'runes,
5 boxes Rock ennilv, 2 boxes Genoa Citrons,
10 do Cocoa & Chocolate, 5 do Castile & Almond
12 doe Military Soap, Soap,
1 hbl 511 p. Carla. Soda, 1 bbl Cream Tartar,
1 case Pearl Sag, 2 cases Isinglass,
2 Cases SiCily & Railed 1 case Arrow Roth,
Liquorice, 150 Bath Brick,
1 Mil Flour Sulphur, 100 gross Matches,
100 doz Extract of Lai-• S doz Lemon Sugar,
on, Rose & Venilla, 1 cask Sal Soda,
Glass, Nails, White Lead, Lard oil, &c.
Refer to Merchants Theinias lirqd pc bon,
Fisher & M'Murtrie,
•, Charles Miller,
• Honorable John Ker,
Huntingdon,
ilay 15, 1831.-1 r
FITS; FITS, FITL
JOHN A. KING
Bey leave to retnrn his sincere thanks, for the
Very liberal patronage lie has heretofore received,
and at the same time informs a generous public,
that be still continues the
TAILORING BUSINESS;
lit the did guild of Jacob Snyder, where hi will
pleased to have his friehds call and leave their
Measures.
Every garnient is warranted to flt neatly, and
shill be well made
.1011 ti A. KING,
Hunt., July, 1551
GRAND COMBINATION
nl.' ritE
Fitful; Beautiful and Ornamental!!
EDMUND SNARE
rIEG . S LEAVE to inform the people of Hun
tingdon, and the rest of mankind, that he has
bought, brought and opened the richest, largest
dhd cheapest assorttnent of
WATCHES & JEWELRY
ever beheld in this meridian In addition to his
unprecedented stock of Watches and Jewelry
he isjust openinz a most excellent variety o
miscellaneous BOOKS, as well as School
Bcoks and STATIONARY, which he is de
termined shall be sold /moor than ever sold in
Huntingdon.
Call in and nee if this statement is not cor
rect. Store formerly occupied by Neff Ss Mil
lir.
[CrOld Gold and Silver wanted
April 24, 1851.
TO OWNERS OF
UNPATENTED L A NDS.—A I I persons in pos
session of, or owning unpatented lands with
in this Commonwealth, are hereby notified that
the act of assembly, passed the 10th of April,
1835, entitled "An Act to graddate lands on which
money is due and unpaid to the Commonwealth
of Pennsylvania,' sod which act has been extend
ed from time to time by supplementary laws,
WILL EXPIRE ON THE FIRST DAY OF
DECEMBER NEXT, after which time no
abatemennt can he made of any interest which
may have accrued upon the original purchase
money.
It trill therefore be highly important to those in
terested to secure their patents and the benefits
of the said act and its supplements during the
lime the same will continue in force.
WILLIAM II UTCIII§ON,
ISAAC PEIGHTAL,
BENJAMIN LEAS,
Commissioners.
Aniiist 28, 1851.
ABeautiful lot of the fittest style of liOnnets,
largo and small. Also, children's Flats for
fie by J. d- W. Saxton.
May 29, '5l.
AGLEY'S Superior Gold Pens, in gold end
oilier patent extension cases, warranted to
give entire satisfaction, for sale at
Scott's Cheap Jewelry Store.
SPOONS of the latest patterns can be
KJ had at
E. Snare'. Jewelry Store.
pORTE MONNAIES-8 or 10 different kinds;
from 25 cents to 3 dollars at
Scott's Cheap Jewelry Store.
QIX DOLLARS and Fifty cents lig the largest
)0 Gold Pencils, at.
'Ed. Snare's Jewelry Store.
ASplendid assortment of Ladies Slippers for
sale by J. 4 W. Saxton.
May SO, 'Si.
THE best assortment of Hardware in town, for
1 sale by J. I• W. Se.' sae.
Her ".§,'sl.
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unfttq4brnt
The subject of the following beau
tiful lines was a small boy, whose little
sister Mary had died, and who, it is said,
advanced to his mother the ideas set forth
in the song. It has been sung by the Eddy
family, and merited great applause.
THE CHILD'S WISIL
Oh! I long to he, dt;ar mother,
On the cool and fragrant grass,
With the calm blue sky al ~ve my head,
AM! 11th shadowy clouds that pass.
And I went the bright, bright sunshine
All :wound my bed;
I Will close my eyes, end Cud will think,
Tutu. little boy is de
Then Christ will send an angel
To take me up to him;
He will bear me, slow and steadily,
Far through the ether dim.
lie will gently, gently lay me,
Close to the Saviour's side,
And when I'm sure we're in 'leaven;
MY eyes open wide.
And I'll look among the angels
That stand about the throne,
Till I find my sister Mary,
For I know she must be one.
And when I find her, mother,
We will go away Moue,
And I will tell how we're mourned,
All the while she bits been gone.
Old I shall he delighted
To hear her speak again,
Though I know she'll ne'er retorts to us—
TO ask her n•ould he vaiti!
So I'll put my arms around,
And look into her eyes;
And remember all I soy to her,
And all her sweet replilis;
And then I'll nsk the angel
To take me bad: to yon—
He'll bear etc slow and steadily
Down through the ether blue.
And you'll only think, dear mother,
I hove been not to piny,
And have gone to sleep beneath n tree,
This sultry summer day.
THE OLD GREEN LANE.
'Twas the very merry ,Aimmer time
'Flint garlands, hills and dells.
And the south wind rung rt thiry chime
Upon the lbx.glove bells;
The cuckoo stood en the lady birch
To bid he• a last good-bye--
The lark sprang over the village church,
And whistled to the they;
And we had come from the harvest sheaves,
A blithe and tawny train,
And tracked our path with poppy leaves,
Along the old green lane.
'Twas a pleasant way on a sunny day
And we were a happy set,
As we idly bent where the streamlet went,
To get our fingers wet;
With the dog-rose here, and the orehis there,
And the woodbine twining through,
With the broad trees meeting everywhere,
And the grass still dank with dew.
Alt! we all forgot, in that blissful spot,
The name of' rare and pain,
Al we lay on the bank by the shepherd's cot
To rest in the old green lane.
Oh, days gone by! I can but sigh
As I think of that rich Win.,
When n 4 heart in its glee but seemed to he
Another wood-side flower;
Fur though the trees he still as fair,
And the wild bloom still as gay—
Though the south wind sends as sweet an air,
And heaven as bright a day;
Yet the merry not are far and wide,
And we never nail meet againt—
We shall never ramble side by side
Along the old green lane.
T II E It I I.;
OR, THE CLIFF 01? DEATH,
BY 'Wk. R. HAYDEN
Ju the northern pdrt of Germany atafids
old pile of buildings known as the
Marl's castle, of which the following story
is related :
Many years ago it WO:14 inhabited by the
noble Count Westel, who had betrothed
his daughter, much against her will, to
Sir; Hubert Handed: but let us return in
fancy back seine hundred years, and wit
ness the scenes which were enacted there:
"Weep not, dear Marion, for you may
yet be happy, though you wed not Walter.
I think Sir Hubert loves, and will be kind
to you."
“Loves, Gertrude, he knows not Icive,
for it is a passion that comes from Heav
en, and will not mate with aught but its
own kindred spirit. His bosom is filled
with hate--his passion is evil or he would
HUNTINGDON, PA:, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 13, 1851.
not seek possession of that which belongs
to another; but know, girl, that I would
sooner die than bt,come the wife of Sir
Hubert."
This was said by a beautiful girl who
was robed in satin, with flowers in her
hair, and costly brilliants decked her
snowy neck. It was the eve of her bridal,
but as ti.e last words fell from her lips,
her dark flashing eyes told that there was
a fire kindled in her soul that nothing but
love could quench.
"You forget that your father has resol
ved that you must this night marry Sir
Hubert, and even now the castle is crowd
ed with guests , and hark !—the notes of
the bugle announce the approach of the
bridegroom to claim his bride." said Ger
tinde, as the music broke forth on the
evening air,
•Let him come; but wheii he carries me
forth he shall only convey dust to dust,
tof conic what will, I have solemnly sworn
in life or in death, to be Walter's only;
and this little poignard shall still the beat
ing heart and set the imprisoned spirit free
ere I break the vow which has been regis
tered in the bright abodes above."
"Nay, my dear mistress, talk not thus
wildly, your father's heait would break at
the loss of you, the only surviving heir to
his princely name and estate. Sir Hubert
is rich, and belongs to a long line of no
bles, while Walter is but a poor huhter."
"'Tis false! Walter is not poor; his
heart is rich in all the noble qualities that
take to make up a man, and 1 would a
thousand times rather pass my life with
him on his mountains where he is lord and
king than amid all this mockery and pomp
by which we are surrounded. But time
speeds, and we must devise some means of
escape."
',lt is impossible, sweet lady; every en
trance and outlet is guarded by the ser
vants, and we could not pass out without
being discovered. But mercy on us, how
the heavy thunder rolls over our heads,
and the quick flashes of lightning are al
most blinding:"
"Look Go:toic—do you not see some
thing in yonder grove I"
"Nay—it Is dreadful dark," replied
Gertrude.
"Wait until the next flash of lightning
and then see if you cannot discern a horse
and rider in the northern grove"
"Ah yes,—l see him : he advances wa
ving his hand for you to come to him."
"Yes it is he—it is Walter ! he comes
to rescue me, hut how can I fly to him I"
"There is no way."
"Then I will leap from the window."
"It would be instant death."
"Then indeed I shall be free, which
would be better than thus remaining a
prisoner and becoming the wife of the cold
hearted wretch who even now awaits the
unwilling sacrifice."
implore you; my kind lady, do not
throw yourself from the window—aid may
yet reach us : but look—he has stolen soft
ly beneath the window and is attempting to
throw up a silken ladder."
"Thank Heaven, I shall yet escape;
fasten the doors; for even now I bear up
pioaching footsteps—they come for me.—
Lower something down so we may draw it
up."
In a few moments they had fastened the
ladder safely, and Marion descended from
the perilous height, and was clasped in the
arms of her faithful Walter:
"Come love, lose not a moment—let us
fly or we shall be pursued and overtaken.
My Mountain Bird is at hand and will
boar us away with the speed of thd wind
to a safe retreat, where the foot of no man
save myself has ever trod, and where they
will be unable to reach us: say, will you go
with me ?"
"Yes, Walter—wherever thou wilt, I
will go."
"Ah, bless thee, Marion, but we have
no time for sweet words, let us haste to
mount and be gone."
Lifting her lightly into the saddle, he
sprang on to the back of a noble animal
who was black as the inky night, and im
patient to bound away. - At this moment
a bright flash of lightning revealed to them
the forms of Sir Hubert and her father,
looking from her window, who observed
them and the cry of , to horse, resounded
through the castle, and in a few moments
thirty horsemen were in their saddles
and following in hot pursuit : Sir Ilubert
and her father, the Count, leading them
on in the direction the lovers had taken.
"Ten thousand dialers to him who
shall overtake them and bring my daugh
ter safe, and five thousand more for the
head of the villain Walter Marl."
On flew the pursued and the pursuers,
until they approached a mighty cliff,
near the dark waters which lashed madly
against the rocks. There was but one
path to the water, and that was down the
back of the cliff which rose frowningly,
aud then descended iu a gentle slope to
the river. But there was a frightful gulf
between the cliff and the main hind, which
must be leaped ere the cliff was reached. I
Walter's well trained animal had frequent
ly made the desperate leap, and with one
powerful bound he cleared the awful
chasm, but on the brink ho staggered—
trembled;—tor a moment it was uncer
tain whether lie would not sink back into
the yawning abyss behind. But the horse
regaining his balance sprung back and
was safe. The pursuers observing that
the horse had cleared it in safety, with two
on his back, had no fear for their own
steeds, and rushed on with eager haste,
each one hoping to gain the promised re
ward; Putting spurs to their horses,
they attempted to leap the gulf, but out of
the thirty, four only succeeded, the rest
sunk in the dark chasm to rise no more,
By this time Walter had reached the
water, and placing Marion in a boat, and
fastening a strong cord to it ho led his no
ble animal into the water. Mounting
him and holding on to the cord, he was
soon on the opposite shore. The four
remaining pursuers attempted to ford the
river, but their horses being untrained,
and not taking a correct course, they were
carried into u whirlpool and lost, with
the exception of Sir Hubert; whose pow=
erftil steed bore him in safety to the shore.
The clouds had now cleared away, and
the moon was shining brightly, revealing
the lovers and Sir Hubert in pursuit.
" Dear Marion," said Walter, " they
haie all found op;n graves, save one;
who seems to have been more successful
than the rest, and in his foul heartedness
pursues pa with relentless fury. It shall
never he said that Walter Marl fled from
a single foe; therefore, let us await the
approach of him who thus madly iteks
his own distruction."
" Stay ceing miscreant, for tho' you
have escaped the thunderbolt of Heaven—
the rugged cliffs, deep chasms, and the
dark flood, yet you shall not escape from
my good sword and revenge, for know ca
tiff, that I am your rivali Sir Hubert Kan
dart, and in an hour hence, you shall lay
in the waters from which you have just
escaped, and the lady Marion, shall be my
reward."
" Stay thy boasting, and flied the doom
that thou has pronounced on others," and
their bright swords met in the terrible con
flict. Walter pressed hard upon him,
until ho had retreated to the brink of the
water, and then with a sudden movement,
he thrust his sword into the body of
Sir Hubert, up to the hilt, arid draw
ing it forth, he pushed the body into the
stream where it sunk coloring the water
' with gore. Then turning to the affiright
ed Marion, Walter pressed her to his
heart and said—
" Now, my own sweet love, you are
mine, and tone . can claim the hand which
I so hardly won ; but so rich a prize
were worth a thousand battles. To-night
then, come with me to my mountain home
and with the morrow's sun, we will re
turn to your father's castle and claim
your rights."
The approving look of her own sweet
eyes was all the response he required,
and pressing his lips to those of the beau
tiful girl, he sought his secret abode, and
the next morning returned to the castle
where he wedded the Lady Mari...n,. and
lived many years in happiness.
Since that time, a bridge has been con
structed across the river, and the travel=
i A Onrn tit
ler has still pointed out to him the Cliff
of Death, or the Lover's Rock.
MRS. BLOOMER
The subjoined sketch is given of the ori
ginator of the new costume by one who
knows her well, and will be read with in
terest by some of her admirers and follow-
There are perhaps, but few women an
the country, that—as writers—possess the
originality and sparkling brillia.,y nt .
Amelia Bloomer.—Though moving in, and
belonging to tlesi tt jjt ranks of society,
she may often be s ee' the character of
a "ministering angel," 'visiting the poor
and afflicted, and extending's sisterly hand
to the sick and unfortunate. Mrs. Bloom
er is now about twenty eight years of age.
She was born in Cortland county, N. Y.,
and for the last eleven years, (since her
marriage,) has resided at Senaca Falls, a
pleasant and romantic little village, con
taining a popidation of some five thousand
inhabitants, and situated on the banks of
Seneca river, eleven miles from the foot of
Seneca Lake, and three miles west from
the Cayuga bridge. Mr. Bloomer is a
lawyer of much eminence, and, under the
present administration, holds the office of
Post master, his only assistant being, that
of his talented wife, thereby proving her
doctrine, that woman has only to be prop
erly educated to prove herself fully compe
tent to transact many kinds of business
now wholly given up tb Men.
Some few persons at a distance have
supposed because Mrs. Bloomer came out
in print as a fearless advocate of short
dresses and trousers, that her manners
were coarse, bold, and masculine, and that
her appearance iu the street must, as a
matter of course, be far from that of a re
fined and modest lady. Nothing, however,
can be farther from the truth than such a
supposition. We have suet her in various
parts of the Empire State, and whether
she appeared in the street of her own vil
lage, or among entire strangers, she always
has that same unassuming, modest deport
ment, and child-like simplicity, so univer
sally admired and praised in the female
sex, but so seldom seen, and hears nothing
but what should be heard. If there
should, by ahance, be congregated upon
the sidewalk, a company of foulmouthed
reprobates, whose only recommendation to
the friends of humanity is, that there moth
ers were females, and who should take it
upon themselves, as the "lords of crea
tion," to dictate what a woman should not
wear, and should express their views in
the hearing of Mrs. Bloomer, she neither
drops her head in shame and mortification,
pouts out her lips, and flirts past them in
a passion, nor turns upon her heel to give
them a cold look of disdain and contempt,
but is both blind and deaf to everything
that passes; and her contenance continues
to express that same purity and happiness
within, that would be expected from a
child of fifteen, engaged in cultivating a
bed of flowers, and her thoughts occupied
only with the goodness and wisdom of an
all wise God.—There is something strange
in all this, for there are but few persons,
male or female, who can wholly control
their emotions, when they are made the
object of ridicule.
The Little Shroud
The house wds as Aleut as the tomb,
save when a sigh escaped the bosom of
weeping mother, as she sat beside the pale
corps of her last child. A little boy who
was the idol of her heart. He' was pre-.
pared for the t6MI3. A chaplet was round
his little head, of which the colors con
trasted beautifully with that marble brow.
His eyes were softly closed, and dimples
seemed sweetly playing about his mouth.
He appeared as if resting in a gentle slum
ber. Lovely sight ! It was too fair for
earth ! I wonder not that his Maker
should take him to himself.
The mother laid him in his little grave.
Oh how hard it was for her to place her
infant in the cold damp grave; then turn
and leave him there alone, and at that
sweet season, too, when earth was putting
forth its leaves and flowers, and
"Everything was fair."
My 'Andra( had the heartless destroyer
torn from her ; and nos• he had 'mule her
NUMBER 43.
last, to feel his icy touch. Her sorrow
was excessive Pay and night she wept
over him, and pith her scalding tears the
marble slab that told where he lay.
'Twas midnight ! The fair form of the
stricken mother was bent over the mound
of her son !
" Her constart tears
Were falling with the dew;
She heard a voice, and lo l her child
Stood by her weeping too."
A slight tremor seized her frame, for
elle feared tu be beside the spirit or ter
departed boy at such an hour. His little
shroud was damp, and his face was of shi-
ning whiteness.
'Mother,' said he, 'your darling cannot
sleep : his shroud is wet with your tears.
0, weep no more that I may lay me down
to rest!' Her love for her child was
strong, and for his sake her grief restrain
ed its tears.
Again, 'twas eve ! She had retired to
rest, for she was weary and worn with sor
row. She was calmly sleeping. Sudden
ly it light feji upon her face, and she
awoke. Her eyes rested upon her little
son,—for lie was there by her side, • dress
ed in his little shroud, with a taper in
his hand.
Oh! how sweetly he smiled and said,
Mother, see! my shroud is dry, and I can
sleep new. tour darling rests quietly
now in his dark home.' He turned away,
but he wore that same angelic smile when
they parted. He went and laid himself
tiowti agitin in the silent grave to sleeP
As ycu pass that mound, you will see
that violets have chosen a home above
the infant. His grave is an emblem of
humility.
That mother sorrows now ; but she trusts
in her Redeemer, and seeks his aid in
these he. heavy trials ; and she prays that
she may meet in the angel's home, her in
fant in his little shroud.—Waverly Mag
azine.
How to get Sleep
How to get sleep is to many persons a
matter of high importance. Nervous per
sons, who are troubled with wakefulness
excitability, usually have a strong tenden
cy of blood on the brain with cold extremi
ties. The pressure of the blood on the
brain keeps in a stimulated or wakeful
state, and the pulsations in the head are
often painful. Let such rise and chafe the
body and extremities with a brush or tow
el, or rub smartly with the hands to pro
mote circulation and withdraw the exces
sive amount of blood from the brains, and
they will fall asleep in a few moments• A
cold bath, or a sponge bath and rubbing,
or a good run, or a rapid walk in the open
air, or going up or down stairs a few times,
just before retiring, will aid in equalizing
circulation, and • promoting sleep. These
inks are simple and easy of application in
castle or cabin, and may minister to the
comfort of thousands who would freely ex
pend money for an anodyne to promote
„Nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep."
CO"' A. Clergyman who was consoling a
young widow on the death of her husband,
spoke in a very serious tone, remarking,
that he was "one of the few—such a jew
el of a Christian. You cannot find his
equal you well know." To which the sob
bing fair one replied, with an almost bro
ken heart, "I'll bet I will."
Ur "I say boy, stop that ox." "I
haven' got no stopper, sir." "Well head
him, then." "He's already headed, sir."
"Confound your impertitionce—turn him."
"He's light side out already, sir."—
“74pea to him you rascal you." "Good
)Ir. Ox."
ILF" There is a mat; in Indiana so thin
that when the sheriff is after him he crawls
into his rifle and watches his adversary
through the touchhole.
U. There is It man who says he has
been at evening parties, out West, where
the boys and girls hug ro hard that their
s cave in. He has had many of his
o'ir';n ribs broken in that way.
IrrA lazy fellow,named 'Jay Hole,"
has adopted a way of spelling his name
which throws "Fonotopi" clear into the
shade. He makes a big "J" and then
"jobs" his pen through the paper for the
"Hole."