VOLUME XVII. TERMS OF PUBLICATION: Tzrr;• o ° lIIINTINODON JOURNAL" is published at the follows rates, viz: If paid in advance, per annum, $1,50 If paid during •the year, If paid after the expiration of the year, • 2,50 To Clubs of five or more, in advance, • • 1,25 Tuz above Terms will be adhered to in all cases. No subscription will be taken fora less period than six months, and no paper will be discontinued un til all arrearages are paid, unless at the option of the publisher. Vortical. From tho Lady's Book. THE FLOWERS OF SPRING. BY It. W. SMITH, We have seen them by the forest shade, And by the son-lit streams; In childhood's wake, in manhood's years, They are mingled in our dreams; A nd oft they win our memory back To some forgotten thing, To seek the joy over childhood found Among the flowers of spring. But oh! they win us back in vain; ":%io after spring renews That gift of vanquished sunlight which Our souls so curly lose: The sunlit strenm mny murmer on, The birds may gayly sing, But friends we loved have passed away Among the flowers of spring. Yet fair and .fragrant to the day Each bright-eyed flow'ret opes; They arc not withered like our hearts, Nor blighted like our hopes; And then each golden dream of youth Its long-lost light will bring— And all is bright, and all is hope, Among the flowers of spring. Huntingdon, March, 1852. ffanitt2 eirtle. [From the Child's Paper. Waking Up in the Morning. When John waked up, there was only a streak of sunshine on the wall; he watched it as it kept growing bigger and bigger, un til it spread almost to the size of the win dow. "The sun never gets tired of ri sing," thought he; " it is a good sup."— Then he heard a robin sing. "The robin is up early," turning his eyes to the win dow, he sings very briskly. What makes him sing so, dear little robin?" Next he thought what a nice little bed he was in, and how white the coverlet looked. Then he caught sight of his new jacket hanging on a peg in the corner: "That is certainly a grand new jacket—and there is my own comb and brush," glancing at the table; "what.a sweet little brush that is!" He lay and thought, looking first at ono thing and then another. "What a pleasant home have I got," said John almost aloud; and father and mother, how real good they are!" He thought and thought, until his spirit grew very tender. "And who made the sun and the robin, and my parents, and all the things?" This question somehow or other forced itself very powerfully on his mind; "Yes, who really did?" It seemed as if John never saw so much of God in every thing before. He saw God all around giving him things. Then his thoughts turned to the Bible account of this great and good Being, and how it said that Ile also "gave his son to die for us." "And that's because we broke his holy laws," said John to himself. He wonder ed how that could be, seeing God was so good; and yet he saw, as he had never seen before, that he had not minded wheth er ho obeyed God or not. am sure I have been very wicked and ungrateful, very," thought John: "and yet God did not cast me off, but sent Jesus Christ to wash my sins away and make me be what I ought to be. Only think what a God tho great God is!" And he felt so sorry and so ashamed that ho did not know what to do. Tears rolled down his cheeks, and he wiped them away with his night-gown sleeve. Soon John got up and kneeling down, bowed his head. Ho had often said his prayers" before; but it was ditkrent.— God seemed very, very near, all around him, and he felt afraid.. He thought of his sins, of his unthankfulness and neglect of God's commands. He hardly knew which way to turn. Then Jesus seemed to says, "I am the way," and the child tried from the depth of his heaat to pray, ~F or Christ's sake, forgive my sins."— And then, as a sense of God's mercy in giving his Son to die came over him, he felt thankful as he had never done before, and resolved that, by the help of the Holy Spirit, he would trust in Christ and love and serve him. It Even the malignancy of man is ren dered subservient to the general and ulti mate end of divine providence, which is to bot. bring all animated beings to happiness. speech I * -- No one need despair of being hap tended, his b less pen have ray. ulUitto'bott The Infidelity of Literature. AN EXTRACT, It is not from the fictions of the French novelists, or of their Anglo-Saxon imita tors—it is not from the writings of. Paul de Kock, reeking as they do with pollution —it is not from the scarcely less vicious pages of Sue, or the vile books of Reynolds and his degraded school, that the greatest danger to the cause of Christianity is to be apprehended. The blow with which these writers menace its holy institutions and its sacred principles, is too apparent to be dis regarded, and is rendered mostly inopera tive by its plainness of purpose. The con servatism of this enlightened age and 'coun try, is too politic, to suffer the beneficent institution of Christianity to be ruthlessly assailed, and incontinently destroyed by its avowed enemies. Society is too vitally in terested in the existence and perpetuity of the Christian religion to allow of its sub version by open hostility. The danger to be apprehended to the religion of the Bible from modern Literature, is to be sought for in a less ostensible, but vastly more dan gerous and deadly hostility. It is to be sought for, and it will invariably be found, —coiled like the serpent in a bed of flow , era,—wrapped up in the fair seeming blos soms which adorn the cultivated gardens of polite Literature, which in every form, the poem, the essay, the tale, the lecture— has been subsidized to sap the foundations and overthrow the fair fabric of Evangeli cal Religion, and to erect upon its ruins the "whited sepulchres" of a gross and sensuous matirialism, So extensively is this spirit of refined in fidelity interfused in the popular writings of the age, that we take up a new book with the instinctive apprehension of finding in its pages, some more or less covert at tack, either upon the citadel of Christian Faith, or upon some of its important out posts. We have not time or space to re view, in detail, the grounds of this lamen table conclusion. We wish rather to call the attention of every Christian reader to the dangers that threaten his holy faith. The intellect of intro is ingeniously arraying itself against the revelation of God. In its pride, it claims for human nature, such re lationship to Deity, that, by a native' se quence, and independently of a 'Divine atonement, a perfect union must result be tween them. It asserts that Nature is the true Revelation. It affects to despise a system of faith, based upon a record, the letter of which is perpetually challenged by new facts, and new hypotheses in Sci ence—forgetting or disregarding the truth, that no scientific hypothesis has ever yet stood the test of time, without shedding fresh lustre on the divine inspiration of the Bible. It claims that man is his own Re deemer—competent to raise himself, by the instrumentalities of his social and intellec tual powers, to a companionship with God, seeking thus to extinguish and blot out, by its impious hand, the whole doctrine of a Divine Salvation. These and other kin dred aims, animate and inspire much of the modern literature, which 'emanates from high sources, and is scattered broadcast over the land, under the specious disguise of "enlightened speculation," or "earnest inquiry;" thus taking honest, but simple minas unawares, and plunging them into the dark and cheerless depths of a Godless Rationalism, or a Christless Infidelity. We plead not for creed or sect, but we reverence the religion of the Bible, with a love that is outraged by the materialistic tendencies of modern literature; and pal sied be our hand when it is slow to take up the pen to denounce what eloquent reform ers call the " New Theology"--but what we, and every honest heart, must pro nounce the New Infidelity—of the times." [Exchange. Communication. [For the Journal.] The commandment which enjoins paren tal reverence may be justly regarded as the most important of the Deealogue• ' for obedience to parents is not merely the first social duty which devolves upon man; but the first of all duties—even before obedi ence to heaven. The infant mind can comprehend the claim of parental authority as a visible power, at au earlier period than it can re cognize those of the invisible, Divine Ma jesty; and in rendering homage to the re quirements of the former, it is prepared for submitting its faculties to the guidance of the latter. The parent on earth is, to the dawning intellect of the child, the tangible, comprehensible representative of the Fath er in heaven. Hence the importance of the early inculcation, and the proper dis charge of this duty—the first we owe to wan—the first to lead our minds by neces (Airy gradation and association to the love and obedience of God. if these first du ties of life be properly observed, the soul will be strenghtened in virtue, and better prepared to discharge aright those which are to follow. But alas ! if the child cast aside the allegiance he owes to his parents, tramples alike on the holier instincts of na ture and the law of God, who shall hope HUNTINGDON, PA., THURSDAY, JULY 1, 1852. that his after course will be in obedience to the teachings of heaven, of virtue, or of honor? If the stream be thus poisoned at its scurce what power shall purify its wat ers in their devious meanderings We do not mean to say, that children habitually allowed a licence for filial diso bedience and irreverence, must, inevitably, in all cases, make bad men and women, contentious neighbors, or law-despising ci tizens. No doubt this evil, like every oth er, is often over-ruled by a wise and mer ciful Providence who maketh even “the wrath of man to praise him." But we do assert that the spirit of youthful rowdyism and contempt of public opinion; the early habits of idleness and profligacy; the pas sion for debasing pleasures nod vicious in dulgencies; the unnatural indifference to home duties and endearments; the unblush ing desecration of God's day of holy rest, his temple, and its exercises; together with all the kindred vices that mark the moral degeneracy of many portions of our nomi nally Christian land and nation—are al most entirely the legitimate fruit of a lax ity of parental government, a weak, mis guided, if not criminal indulgence in the nursery, which draws out the latent germs of insubordination inherent in our nature, and forces them into precocious and fearful development. "Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old lie will not depart from it," is as true now as when first recorded by the pen of inspira tion. Were this truth seriously pondered, this injunction faith fully obeyed, it would do more to perpetuate our free institutions than all the cunningly framed platforms of politicians, or the importunate prayers of the Church. Let parents, and patriots, and especially Christians think on these things. IRIS Huntingdon, Juno, 1852. The Boy and the Brick—A Fable. A boy hearing his father say, " 'twas a poor rule that did not work both ways," said "if father applies this rule about his work, I will test it in my play." So setting up a row of bricks, three or four inches apart, he tipped over the first, which, striking the second, caused it to fall on the third, which overturned the fourth, and so on through the whole course, until all the bricks lay prostrate. "Well," said the boy, each brick knock ed down his neighbor which stood next to him; I only tipped one. I will see if rais in.'° one will rise all the rest. He looked in vain to see them rise. "Here father," said the boy, " 'tis a poor rule 'twill not work both ways. They knock each other down, but will not raise each other up." "My sou" said the father, "bricks and mankind are alih• made of clay, active in knocking each other down, but not dispo sed to help each other up." "Father said the boy, "does the first brick represent or resemble Adam ?" The father replied in, the following, MORAL. "When wen fall, they love company;' but when they rise, they love to stand alone, like yonder brick, and see others prostrate and below them. But my son this is con trary to that Heavenly Charity which we ought all to possess, and never let it be so• with you." Jirtiocellantotto. March of lmprovemen!--Verses for the Year 1900. • Tell John to set the kettle on, I want to take a drive, I only want to go to Rome, And shall be back by five. Tell cook to dress those humming birds I shot in Mexico; The've now beep killed at least two days, They'll SOOR be no pen haul. And Tom, take you the gold leaf wings, And start fur Spain at three; . I want some Seville oranges "rwixt dinner time and tea. Fly round by France, and bring a new Perpetual-motion gun; To-morrow, with . some friends, I go A hunting in the sun. The trip I took the other day, To breakfast in the moon, Thanks to that awkward Lord Bollair, He spoiled tny now balloon; For steering through the milky way, He ran agaiast a star, And turning round again too soon, Came jolt against my car. But, Tom, you got the car repaired, And then let Dim and Dick Inflate with ten square miles of gas, I mean to travel quick. My steam is surely up by now, Put tho high-pressure on; Give me the breath-bag for the way— All right—hey—whiz—Pro gone QUESTION FOR DEBATE.-If the milky way was composed of real cream, how ma ny cheeses would it make at 8 cents a pound. rkebence of Mind. Very much has been written with re gard to this important trait of character, yet adults, as well as children, are contin ually; in every dangerous emergency, found • lamentably deficient. Accidents causing death and destruction of property, will ever occur; therefore in calm and tranquil moments we should fortify our selves for the hour of danger. The story of "John Raynor" impressed on the mind, possibly might have restored to life many children apparently drowned. It was in the infancy of this Periodical that the ac ' count was given, and a host of our present readers were not then its patrons, there- fore I hope to be pardoned for giving a transcript for publication; especially as it cannot fail to interest our juvenile friends. "It was during the summer holidays of '1800," said Mr. Bowers, "I had a young friend staying with me and my younger brother Edward. His name was John Raynor, and how he cameby so much in ' formation as he seemed to have, I do not remember that we troubled ourselves to inquire; but my father who liked John ex ceedingly, said it was from his constant habit of observation. Ho was then four teen, only two years older than myself.— ' One evening, during the absence of my parents, we occupied ourselves with assis- Iting our old gardener. The garden slop ed down to a broad river which joined the sea at a few miles distance. I was not so busy but I looked up every now and then to watch the beautiful sun-set that spark led on the water, or the passage boats and country barges that glided by at intervals. Suddenly I observed, at a small distance, something floating on the water. " , It is the body of a boy!' said John, and in a moment flung off his jacket and threw himself into the water. Fortunate ly he was a good swimmer, and his cour ago never left him. He swam with all his strength towards the floating body, and seizing with one band the hair, with the other lie directed his course back to the shore. We watched eagerly, and the mo ment he came within reach assisted him in laying the body on a grass-plot. My brother Edward recognised him as the son of a washerwoman, exclaiming, as he burst into tears, " 'Poor woman,' she will never see her boy again!" John replied, in a hurried tone, , She may if we lose no time, and use the right means to recoter him. Edward, run duickly for a doctor, and as you pass the kitchen, tell Susan to have a bed warmed. "'We had better hold him up by the heels,' said the gardener, 'to let the water run out of his mouth.' , No, no, no!' exclaimed John; 'by so doing we shall kill him, if he is not al ready dead; we must handle him as gently as possible.' "When the body had been carried into the house, the gardener urged John to place the body near the kitchen fire ; but after a little persuasion they yielded to John's entreaty, and the body was rubbed dry and placed on his right side between. hot blankets, on a mattress. The head was , bound with flannel and plaeed high on pillows; four bottles were filled with hot water, wrapped in flannels, and placed at the arm-pits and feet, while the body was constantly rubbed with hot flannels.— John then took the , bellows, and having blown out all the dust, directed me to close the mouth and one nostril, while he, by blowing in at the other filled the chest! with air; he then laid aside the bellows,' and pressed the chest upwards to force the air out; this was done from twenty to thirty times in a minute, to imitate natur al breathing. All this time the windows and doors were left wide open. Edward at length returned without the doctor, he was absent from home. The use of fric tion with warm flannel, and artificial breathing continued for one hour and a half, and no signs of life appeared. John continued his efforts. Another half hour passed, and to the inexpressible delight of us all, the boy opened his eyes and utter ed a faint sigh." What a good thing it was for the moth er of this poor boy that John Raynor once read, on a framed printed paper, "Rules of the Iltnnano Society for recovering persons apparently drowned." Better still, that he had taken pains to remember them. Every item that we can glean, calculated to benefit the distressed, should be treasured in memory's garner for the hour of need.--. Mothers Journal and Family Visitant. irr' Ho that would do good to others without practising self-denial, does but. dream—the way of philanthropy is over up hill, and not unfrequently over rugged rooks and through thorny paths. r.r.r In one of his letters from St. Thom as, Mr. Willis says they have cockroaohei, there 'that have pretentious to be lob- steers, and spiders, on which ono niiiht fry a becfstake, mistaking it for a gridi ron.' 1-9 'sv u °Onrltal A Story with a Moral. Mr. Jones, was one of those remarkable money making men, whose uninterrupted success in trade had, been the wonder and afforded the material for the gossip of the town for seven years. Being of a familiar turn of mind he was frequently interroga ted on the subject, invariably gave as the secret of his success that he minded his own business. A gentleman met Mr. Jones on the As , sanpink bridge. He was gazing intently on the dashing, forcing waters as they fell over the dam. He was evidently in a brown study. Our friend ventured to disturb'his cogitation. "Mr. Jones, tell me how to make a thou sand dollars." Mr. Jones continued looking intently at the water. At last he ventured to re ply, "Do you see that dam, my friend 1" "I certainly do." "Well, here you may learn the secret of making money. That water would waste away and be of no use to anybody, but for the dam. That dam turns it to good ac count—makes it perform some useful pur pose, and then suffers it to pass along.— That large paper mill is kept in constant motion by this simple economy. Many mouths are fed in the manufacture of the article of paper, and intelligence is scatter ,ed broad-cast over the land on the sheets that aro daily turned out, and in the differ ' ent processes through which it passes, mon ey is made. So it is in the living of hundreds of people. They get enough money. It passes through their hands every day, and at the year's end they are no better off.— What's the reason ? They want a dam.— Their expenditures are increasing, and no practical good is attained. They want them dammed up, so that nothing will pass through their hands without bringing some thing back—without accomplishing some useful purpose. Dam up your expenses, and you'll soon have enough occasionally I to spare a little, just like that dam. Look lat it, my friend !".—Trenton true .9meri can. Fruits of Earley Rising. The preface to the last volume of Rev. Mr. Barnes' 'Notes' which has just appeared, mentions a fact which is worthy of being remembered by those who are accustomed to excuse themselves from the . performauce of any great and useful work• for the "want of time." Dr. Barnes has published in all sixteen volumes of biblical "Notes," during the composition of which he had• charge of a large congregation in Phila delphia; and yet he has not suffered his 1 1 authorial labors to infringe upon the duties of the pastoral office. These sixteen vol umes, he informs us, "have all been writ ten before nine o'clock in the morning, and are the fruits of the habit of rising between four and five o'clock." From the first he has made it an invari able rule to cease writing at precisely nine o'clock; and now he finds his formidable task accomplished, and has the satisfac tion of knowing that he has been permitted to send forth more than 250,000 pages of commentary on the New Testament, and that probably a great number has been ac complished abroad. All this has been ac complished in hours which the majority of men spend in bed, in idle listlessness, or in getting ready for the labors of the day.—..hew England Farmer. Anecdote of William Wirt of Va. In the early career of Mr. Wirt ho was addicted to intemperate habits, and was, as every friend supposed, a very hopeless ir reclaimable man. He was abandoned by almost every friend, and wits so reduced that his presence wag objbctionable in the' meanest establishment where rum was sold. On one occasion ho had become so grossly intoxicated that lie fell. upon the floor of a rum hole insensible'. The' proprietor very coolly dragged him out of the place and laid him in full length on the edge of the sidewalk. It was in the city of Richmond, Va. Tho day was excessively warm, and the rays of the sun fell exactly upon the inebriate, who was totally unconscious of his situation. A young lady was passing the spot, and on noticing the exposed fea tures of Mr. Wirt, stopped, spread her handkerchief over his face and passed on. When he became partially sensible of his situation, a few hours afterward, he dis covered the handkerchief and the initials upon it made him aware to whom it be longed. That kind act made. a reformed man, for ho found that there was one living being that was interested in his fate. In after years, when Mr. Wirt had risen to an eminent position and was a candidate for the Presidency of the United States, we met him and his gifted lady (the identical young woman who managed the handker chief business when Mr. Wirt was iu the "grog" trade. ) She never regretted her .ehoice and Mr. Wirt never drank more.— N. I'. Picayune. 11 Health is getting to be vulgar, and is confined principally to the servant girls. NUMBER 26. ADVICE TO A LAWYER. • —The follow ing is the advice of an examining judge to a lawyer on admission : "Sir, it would be idle to trouble you further. You are perfect, and I will dis miss you with a. few words of advice which you will do well to follow. You will find it laid down as se maxim of civil law never to kiss the maid when you can kiss the mistress. Carry out the principle, and you are safe. Never say boo to a goose when she has the power to lay gold en eggs. Let your face be long and your bills longer. Never put your hand in your pocket when any one else's is handy.— Keep your conscience for your own pri vate use, and don't trouble it with other men's matters. Please the judge and but ter the jury.. Look wiser than an owl, and be as ocular as an hour clock, and above all, get money. I welcome you to the bar." The real Christian The real Christian is the only prudent man. He has laid up in store for the win ter of the grave. He looks through the future, and provides for it all. He sees the evils that are before him, and from all of them hides himself in Christ. He is _pre pared to die, to be judged, and to be glori fied. The presence of Christ upon him at the judgment, and the spirit of Christ is sanctifying him for glory. He' may have no treasure on earth; and no matter if lie has or not, he is only passing rapidly over' it—and if he had, he could not take it with him :-but iu Heaven, his home, be , has u treasure; it is where he is to be—where he will want it-where he can use it. This is the prudent man; mark him. Imitate him. A VALUABLE BANK BlLL.—What would be the sensation of an individual accustom-- ed to handling oue dollar relief notes, to receive a bank bill for one million sterling? The Bank of England, it appears, issued four votes of that denomination, and after these four were engraved, the plates were destroyed.. Of these impressions the Roths child have one, the late Mr. Cuotts had another, the Bank of England, the third, and Mr Samuel Rodgers, the poet and banker, now decorates his parlor with the fourth, suspended in a gold frame.• ASTONISHING LCCli•—The New York Day Book tells the following singular story of luck in a lottery: A man somewhat given to superstition, dreamed on Saturday night that he saw an omnibus up Greenwich street, con taining passengers. ; and drawn by six hor ses, each animal having six legs. Upon walking out of bed, he made a note of the figures 4,6, 36. On Monday he spent several hours searching after a lottery ticket, with. the numbers , 4, 6 36, upon it. Finding one at last, he paid $2O for it, 12 per cent off. On Tuesday, strange to relate, the ticket drew—a blank. GOOD ADVICE.-It is better to tread' the path of life cheerfully, skipping over the thorns and briars that obstruct the way,— than to set down under every hedge lament ing our hard fate. The thread of a cheer ful man's life spine out longer than that of a man's who is constantly sad and dis ponding. Prudent conduct intheconcerns of life is highly necessary—but if distress succeed, dejection and dispair will not . af ford relief. The best thing to be' done when evil comes upon us, is not lamention,_ but action; not to sit and suffer, but to seek the remedy, A DELICACY FOIL TILE paragus is just now in its perfection, and• the following receipt to prepare it for the table, with baked eggs, is seasonable.— Cut twenty heads of asparagus into small pieces, boil them fifteen minutes, put them rnto a stew-pan with half an ounce of but ter, set them on the fire for three minutes, season with a little pepper, salt and sugar: when done, put them in the dish you wish to servo them in, break six eggs carefuly over, sprinkle salt and pepper over, and put the dish in the oven till the eggs am set. LORD BYRON ON CLEAN HANDS.--la an amusing letter to a friend at Paris, in 1817, his lordship said "I am no great phrenologist, Pauline, nor do I pretend to read mankind as quickly as yourself but if a stranger comes in, I generally look at the state of his hands. To a gentleman dirty hands are an abomination—that set tles one point. A respectable man never presents himself with dirty hands and full nails: so if I find my customer with these credentials I conclude that he is an idler,• a drunkard, or a scamp, and I show him out as soon as possible." It," Excess of ceremony shows want of good breeding; that civility is better, which excludes all superfluous formality. G:r Wherever you find newspapers, them you will find intelligence.
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