VOLUME XVII. TERMS OF PUBLICATION: TIIE " Iltnsrmonow JOURNAL" is published at the following rates, viz If paid in advance, per annum, $1,50 If paid during the year, 1,15 If paid after the expiration of the year, • 2,50 To Clubs of five or more, in advance,• • 1,25 THE 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. Voetical. From the North American. OLD CHIPPEWA. AIR-11081N THE BOW. We are up! Don't you hear the Whig thunder? We come, with a hearty huzza! What foe ever heard, without terror, The war-cry of Old Chippewa? Chorus—The war-cry, &c. From Queenstown, where nobly ho battled, Niagara where gory he lay, The people re-echo the thunder, And gather for Old Chippewa. From Mexico's snowy sierras, Her vales where they bash in the day, Comes the voice of his valor and virtue, The glory of Old Chippewa. North, South, East and West, it arises, No fact on that thunder can stay; It hails, with the blessings of freemen, Their champian and choice—Chippewa. 710 breast has been ploughed by the British, And forty campaigns make him gray; But we'll wreath his high brow with the laurel, And glory in Old Chippewa. When Mexico's millions were offered, From his country to win him astray; " Tho' poor, Pa love, live and die by hal" em answered our Old Chippewa. The hero that can't lose a battle,— Win Field wins the field in each fray, We'll be—while Scott fights for our freedom— Scott free, with our Old Chippewa. A Lundy's Lane fuss with the British, Afiiss on Chepultepec's day,— Thus dia./millers will Hy from the Locos, When they conic across Old Chippewa. 'Tie strange, tho' in stratagem able, Ho can't make a feint in the fray; A fall—soya when riddled with Lanett— Ne'er happen* to Old Chippewa. With the high soul of honor to nerve him, And good soup his stomach to stay, Come Mexicans, British, or Locos, They're nothing to Old Chippewa. The Locos selected a leader, But their managing masters said nay; So they straw stutrd the coat of a here, And set 'gainst Old Chippewa. Poor fellows ! they're tired of their fetters, And shrunk from the trick pith dismay; All true-henated Democrats spurn it And r nlly around Old Chipewa. Rome-toil, with the iron of England, Free-trade Pierce would pierce and would slay, But Scott likes the ore of the Keystone; Be used it at Old Chippewa. No despot will dare to insultts, No traitor our Union betray, With him who has bled to defend us, Our President—Old Chippewa. The pure and the wise and the noble, His country's best guardian and non In camp or in cabinet peerless, Oh, who is like Old Chippewa? Mnke way : for a torrent is coming, The millions in battle arrly; Their glad shouts will soon cleave the welkin, For Vidtory and Old Chippewa. jranatv Circle. Simplicity in Dress. Those who think that in order to dress well, it is necessary to dress extravagantly or gaudily, make a great mistake. Nothing so well becomes true feminine beauty as simplicity. We have seen many a remark ably fine person robbed of its true effect by being over dressed. Nothing is more un becoming than overloaded beauty. The stern simplicity of the classic taste is seen in the old statues and in the pictures paint ed by men of superior artistic genius. In Athens, the ladies were not gaudily, but simply arrayed, and we doubt whether any ladies have ever excited more admiration. So also the noble old Roman matrons, whose superb forms were gazed on delight edly by men worthy of them, were always very plainly dressed. Fashion often pre sents the hues of the butterfly r but fash ion is not a olassio.—G.• D. Prentice. Qom' Our minds are like ill-hung vehi eles, when they have little to carry they raise a prodigious clatter ; when heavily halm they neither preak nor rumble. IP V 11 lit 0/6014 ..34•e\. 4 0 • Ak . .IC/ik 11 1 ..r A Mother's Influence MOTHER ! There is something in the very word that falls musically on the ear. Soft, plaintive, tender, it comes to us like the breathings of the wind over the .tEo lien harp-strings. How that name brings back the past, our youthful days% when skies were all bright above us, and when the carking of the world had not begun to harden our hearts to tender feelings!— What recollections spring up as we dwell upon it! Dim remembrances of a mild face looking down upon our tender infan cy—of a gentle band guiding our first fal tering stops—of tender accents now re peating the tale with which to beguile some twilight hour, and now teaching our young lips to falter forth the first pure prayer of childhood. And then the bed of sickness —how even bitter things were made sweet by a mother's hand; how easier lay the 1 1 pillow of pain when she had smoothed it; and how delicious was even the cup of cold water given by her! Happy days! a mother's influence, how mild her sway, gentle even in her stern ness, she could restrain, and failing, soon bring by expostulation the repentant tear. And oh, how potent that influence in after years, when leaving our homes, and with them the many defences by which we had always been surrounded there, we went forth to engage in the battle of life alone ! Mayhap, thrown into the society of the gay, the thoughtless, or the dissipated, we have been led astray, and were just ta king that irrevocable step which would lead to both temporal and eternal ruin, when—we knew not how—the home of our childhood rose before us—a loved form was there—and from those lips we seemed again to hear the long forgotten warning, or an earnest prayer offered in our behalf. It was all powerful; it drew us back from the edge of the precipice, and we were saved. is it wonderful, then, if we sometimes think that among the bright band of guardian angles who are ever about our path to watch over our ways, stands chief a mother's spirit, strong through love. And this influence did not keave us here, but has ever nerved us to higher attainments and to nobler deeds.— If we were weak, she it was who strength ened us; if we were despairing, she en couraged us. And I doubt not that if we could look into the earlier lives of those departed worthies, whose. "Semen were not born to die t " we should find in many, if not all, that their attainments, their courage, or their greatness owed its germination to their having then been blessed with the right kind of a mother's influence. But this influence does not end with earthly attainments or success; for if there has been a time in 2.n' of our lives when flushed with success, we were in danger of forgetting that better country where treas ures perish not, the recollections of a mother's early teaching, that seed sown in faith, sprang up, and led us to look up wards to our God. This feeling of love to a mother, amounting almost to veneration, is one that, besides all the influence it exerts, is a source of happiness, that of all things pertaining to earth is the purest. It is ennobling, its influence is creditable. If there be some who have not known this by their own experience, who among their boon companions are want to boast how they have thrown off the paternal yoke, and to sneer at those who are so unmanly as to wish to consult a mother's wish, or to regard a mother's tears, let them look, not to great earthly examples which might be abundantly cited, but to Him who has made man and dwelt among us. Al though in His divine nature King of Kings and Lords of Lords, He became subject to His parents on earth, and even amid the agonies of Calvary forgot not his mother, but with almost His dying breath commends her to the care of the beloved disciple. Mother! How purifying are all ideas connected with the name! how little of earth, how much of heaven! n -- liad Books are' like ardent spirits; they furnish neither ailment nor medicine —they aro poison. Both intoxicate—one the mind the other the body ; the thirst for each increases by being fed, and is never satisfied; both ruin; one the intellect and the other the health—and together, the soul. The makers and venders of each are equal ly guilty, and equally corrupters of the community; and the safeguard against each is the same—total abstinence from all that intoxicates mind or body.—S:•S. aid. Tr Though wo may haves hard pillow, yet,•it is only sin can plant a thorn in it— and,even though it may be hard and lonely, yet we may have sweet sleep, and glorious visions upon it. It was when Jaoob was lying on a stone for a pillow, that he had glorious visions of the ladder reaching to heaven. ICr'What we wish to do we think we can do, , but when we do not wish to do a thing it beemnee impoeeible. HUNTINGDON, PA., THURSDAY, AUGUST 12, 1852. Ilitoceitancoug. For the Journal " All Together." "All together," one exclaims, and ' Straight the ship triumphant rides.' Whoever thinks it savors of cant or apishness to talk more about "the present age," the age in which we live, &e., will not, by us, be accused of being critical or fastidious. How could it now be looked upon as any thing else than a hackneyed subject? Something wonderful too--it happens—always characterizes "the pre sent age." It is either on the retrograde or marked with astonishing progress.— Either growing strangely better, or strange ly worse, it matters little which. In short, the one in which we live is "the present age." Whether any thing of this character is more than cant, or whether "this age" in which we were brought into the world, is really a very remarkable one, we enquire not. Those who are more deeply and di rectly concerned to know, may calculate the difference, in worth, between a Conis toga wagot► and it steam boat—between the dromedaries of Ahasueres, and the electric telegraph—between the slow pen of the copyist and the Press, which rolls off its thousand sheets per hour. For the present purpose, it is sufficient to know, that we do thus team our numberless vol umes forth for the world--that we do blow our commerce over sea and land by steam, and do send our news on the winged light ning!—Reality, all this. Strange, but true. A solved problem going with other things to demonstrate the truth that "Pro gress and Development is a law of Nature." And after all, this talk about the remark able age in which we live, may not be en tirely mushroon oratory. There are at least some striking facts worthy of notice. There are tendencies profitable to be mark ed. No longer must we speak of "a day of small things," which we are some where instructed not to despise. The term, if not obsolete, must be made so. Nothing scarcely need be undertaken that can be accomplished only by degrees. No time for experimenting; none for trying whether the thing is practicable. Whatever enter prise is set on foot, must right off with a snap and a whiz, like all modern machine ry, or be abandoned. Every scheme must keep pace with every other scheme, or be miserably shaded or eclipsed. So we grow impatient and weary of the one that seems upon a stand, however complete. Obser ving from this point we can readily see ed ucation suffering. The mania is for something new. And if, in the general rush for something of the sort, we do not quite forgot the devel opment of the intellectual man, the tenden cy is either to slight the job, or to look af ter some now method of accomplishing it. If we are not expecting mushroon growth in Academies and Seminaries and Colleges —which indeed may be a question—we are at least anxious for a process, better ac cording with the "bustle of the day," for obtaining that knowledge which heretofore has been acquired only by patience and application. It looks too cinch like prod igality of time to stop now to accomplish any thing of this sort—too bold "an asser tion of our own individuality against the spirit of the age." Hence the tendency upon tendency to keep schools that would rise to any importance, in miserable quar antine before they are allowed to enter the class of healthful institutions, 0! when will the Schools we found with our own hands be fit to educate our own eons and daughters? Not till we patronize and thus aid in giving them character. But we must not patronize them till they have character. Miserable tedious winter! cold us long as the cold winds blow, and the cold winds blowing as long as it is cold. It is, to say the least, old fashioned con servatism in its bluest colors, not to iden tify ourselves with the whirl-wind-move meut of the times. And in any measure we do not, in the same, do we risk the dan ger of being pointed out, and loft behind with the company of the "drab coat and bell-Drowned hat." But let us not mistake the true color and quality of things. Let ' us not, unless we are able to show a strong —if not strange—analogy between mind. and and matter, ever suppose there is any effi- fumy in steam to do the work of education, ' or that a greater than Morse will ever I arise to invent or discover a method of an nihilating time and labor in the develop scent of mind. And while we assert noth- ' ing against the right of Phrenology and Mesmerism and Spiritualism and Socialism to make every possible discovery as to the real "übi" and "quid" of the human race, let us not forget Wit they, the first to con test the claim to more than humanity, aro still at no loss to see they have, effected nothing when their subjects am from under• I "the charm." It is easy to notice then, that there need be no fall-out between•old and tryed aye , toms, because they aie old, and the new and approved ones, because they are new. The steam boat is an incalculable bane- fit, but the Conistoga wagon is needed still. The dispatch of the press is indispensable, and though so wonderful, the pen must still be wielded. So the school, the old fash ioned school, can not be dispensed with, whoever may think it. Next to the church, God's own institution, must it ever stand, though the tamed lightnings flash around it—though the march of improvement threaten, and the thundering tramp of bu siness shake it. No; the dashing steamer, the rattling car, and the winged messenger with the "old fashioned" school, the Acad emy, and the Seminary, must never, need never defeat each others aim, but go and grow together,—all together, symbolizing a complete world—a world in which there has been the Old as well as the New—an Egypt and an Italy, as well as an Arneri ca—a Noah and an Abraham, as well as a Morse and a Fulton—a world in which it is important not only to attend to fashion and taste, but to durability and worth—not on ly to be brilliant and brisk, but thorough and sure—not only to leave the fruit of in ventive genius to bless succeeding genera tions, but by persevering patience to com plete the work of a hundred years, though it effect far less than the saving of the hu man race from uter ruin, So we shall not object to the progress of things that can progress. Genius may produce all her patents to show that bodily labor is no longer a consideration, but never, no nev er, need she attempt to persuade the stu dent there is any remedy for the course he is to pursue—that there is, or can be any labor saving machine in the work of edu cation. "The groves of Academus" must still be frequented, and if the thundering eloquence of Demosthenes and Cicero is ever heard again, it must be through Dem osthenes' and Cicero's exertion. Or if ev er the art of entrancing the congregated wisdom of a nation is again acquired, it must be by means of the self-application which raised a Henry Clay to a position in public esteem which ho has left no suc cessor to fill. T. W. Birmingham, Pa. For tho Journal An Inquiry. A reader of the Journal bogs leave to inquire, through its columns, whether Facts go to prove that the contiguous "haunts of sloth and idleness" 'have been the bane" of properly conducted Female Seminaries ? Or, generally, to what ex tent the character of literary institutions, of any importance, is effected by the char acter of the immediate neighborhood? If any difference of opinion exists amongst those of our readers who have paid atten tion to the subject of the above "inquiry," we hope they will avail themselves of our columns, to lay their views before the pub lic. Communications on this, or any oth er question calculated to attract attention to the important interests of Education-- if written in the right spirit, and not too lengthy—will always meet a warm welcome from us, and we doubt not, prove equally acceptable to our readers. Fear of Enemies. It is a well known fact that most peo ple arc often guarded and cautious in their conduct lest they afford to those persons who make "Envy and crooked malice nourishment" I I an opportunity to give venomous feelings; and to so great an extent is this desire to escape slander carried, that, not unfre quently, a certain degree of timidity is manifested. Now, this is going too far in order to stifle columnious reports of ene mies. We conceive that we should al ways pursue the even tenor of our way re gardless of what evil disposed persons may say. We should live above the fear of cool, calculating, lurking hatred. Or as• the bard of Avon has it: -"We must not stint Our necessary actions in the fear To 'scope malicious censures." It is no disgrace to a man, a society, a ' state, or a church, to•have enemies. In deed we view it in the contrary light,— ' for the good, the greitt, the noble'and the honorable always have met and beyond doubt will continue to meet with opposi tion, bitter hatred, relentless enmity base and slanderous accusations, and whole sale injurious fabrications. But this is on ly indicative of the evilness and loathsome ness of your enemies' heart—it cannot hurt the good, the true, and the faithful. For a time perhaps, your honor may be dim med, but sure as the Groat Searcher of Hearts lives and reigns you will ultimately shine in all the splendor and purity of your real character. Man himself only assassin ates his own reputation. 117 - What the impulse of genius is to the great, instinct of• vocation is tc the medi ocre ; in every man thero is aluagnet—in that thing which therein can do best there is a load-stone. Effects of Climate. In the tropical regions the power of life in nature is carried to its highest degree; thus with the tropical man, the life of the body over-mastbrs that of the soul; the physical instincts of our nature eclips those of the higher faculties; passion pre dominates over intellect and reasmh, the higher faculties. A nature too rich, too prodigal of her gifts, does not compel man to wrest from her his daily bread by his daily toil. A regular climate, and the ab sence of a dormant season, render fore thought of little use to him. Nothing in vites him to that struggle of intelligence against nature'which raises the power's of man to their highest pitch. Thus' he nev er dreams of resisting physical nature; he is conquered by her; he submits to the yoke, and becbtnes again the animal man, in proportion al he abandons himself to external influences, forgetful of his high moral destination. In the temperate cli mates, all is activity and movement. The alternations of heat and more embracing air, -incite man to a constant struggle, to fore thought, and to the vigorous employment of all faculties. A more economical na ture yields nothing, except the sweat of his brow; ever gift on his part is a recom pense for effort of his. Nature here, even while challenging man to the conflict, gives him the hope of victory; and if she does not show herself prodigal, she grants to his active and intelligent labor more than his necessites require; while she calls out his energy, she thus gives him ease and leisure, which permit him to cultivate all the lofty faculties of his higher nature.— Here, physical nature is not a tyrant, but a useful helper; the active faculties,' the understanding, and the intellect and rea son, rule over the instints and the passive faculties; the soul over the body; man over nature.—Guyot's Earth and Man. Noble Sentiments. This is an agreeable world after all. If we would only bring ourselves to look at the subjects around us in their true light, and would see beauty where we behold de formity, and listen to harmony where we hear nothing but discord. To be sure there is a great deal of vexation and anx iety to meet; we cannot sail upon a sum mer coast forever, yet if we preserve a calm eye and steady hand, we can so trim our sails and manage our helm, as to avoid the quick sands and weather the storm that threatens shipwrech. We are mem bers of one great family; we are travelling the same road, and shall arrive at the same goal. We breath the same air, are subject to the same bounty, and we shall lie down upon the bosom of our common' mother. It is not becoming, then, that brother should hate brother; it is not pro per that friend should deceive friend; it is sot right that neighbor should deceive neighbor. We pity the man who can har bor enmity against his fellow; he loses half the enjoyment of life; he embitters his own existence. Le us tear from our eyes the colored mediums that invest every object with the green hue of jealousy and suspicion, and turn a deaf ear to scandal; breathe the spirit of charity from our hearts, let the rich Bushings of human kindness swell up as the fountain, so that the golden ago will become no fiction, and islands of the blessed bloom in more than Hesperian beauty. Surmise with Chat•if', A kind-hearted old lady was once repro ved quite sharply by her friend for giving money to a stranger, who seemed to be very poor, when he asked charity in the erects of Boston. "Suppose he spent the money for rumm said the censorious and suspicious friend. The quick and noble answer was "If you must 'suppose' at all, why not 'suppose that he will spend it for bread. Why suppose anything that is evil about any ono, when you are at liberty to suppose what is good and noble?" That lady had the true Christian spirit. EARLY Ristrl.—happy the man who is an early riser. Every morning, day comes to him with a virgin love, full of bloom, purity, and freshness. The copy of nature is contagious, like the gladness of a happy child. I doubt, if any man can' be called "old" as long as ho is an early riser and an early walker. And in youth—take my word for it—a youth in dressing gown and slippers,• drawling over breakfast at noon, is a very doorepid, ghastly imago of that youth who sees the sun blush over the mountain, and the dews sparkle upon bloc seining hedge-rows.—Bulwer Now happy, how easy is that wife', who knows that on every subject her hus band's principles are as strictly pure as her own, compared to hor who loves a being, whose principles lire guided by fashion, and whose affection and fidelity to hor has no other security than her powers of pleasing, or• the absence of temptation' NUMBER -3-27 youtho' Column. OUR LITTLE BOY. Our little hey! our meek-eyed one! Our youngest darling boy, We teach, at evening hoer, to kneel &Bidden!. eldett joy; And though he can but 114 his wordr, But lisp his simple prayer, . We know MS Maker blesath him. The while he kneeletli there ! A l nd, oh ! v?e love our liMo one, So artleis and so pure; Hi bath ro many winning way. Our fondness to secure: And while he thus beside us kneels, Some angel-prompted tone Unheard by us, may mingle with The prayer to Mercy's throne ! And lie, too; f o ndly comes to us, With eyes of sparkling bliss, And, like his sister, he receives A good-night parting kisi; Mi• aught of fear disturbs 'our breast, While he to sleep is given, For such as he will ever find The guardianship of Heaven! He Didn't Think. So Aid a little boy as be stood by the side of a mouse-trap which bad an uriwil lingtenant in'it. iWhat a fool he was lb go in there,' said some one. The littld boy wishdd to protect the character of thd trembling pris oner, and added : 'Well, I suppose he didn't think.' No, 'he didn't think,' and for the ve ry reason he was not made to think. But what shall we say of that boy who is stand ing in the circus doorovaiting for it to be opened,'or that boy with his struggling hair, a pert twist to his cap; and a cigar in his mouth; or the one who stands at the cor ner of the streets on the Sabbath or fre quents the company of profane and filthy talkers and singers; what shall we say of such as those ? They will be caught in an evil net.— They will fall into a hidden trap, and can they say : 'We didn't think!' Yes, per haps they can. But if they tell the whole truth, they will add, because we wouldn't think. They have eyes but they see not. Give a mouse their wit and km if he will be caught in such a trap. Punctuality, The pt actual, next to the honeSt and the religieus'man, is the most praiseworthy in community. lie who is always behind his time it pretty sure to be behind in reputa tion with all sensible people. Melanothon, when au appoihtment was made, not only expected the hour but the minute to be fix ed, and was sure to be there exactly or a little before the minute. The Secretary of Wathington, when repeatedly late, tried to apologize to thelatter by blaming his watch. "Ydu must then," said Washington, "got another Watch',. or I another Secretary." The Fly on the Wall, 'Sao the fly on thdWall oferhend; why does it not tumble duien l' 'Because it is so likht;ansviered a little 'But dead flies fall down,•and dead flies are as - light as live ones; beside, in the Is land of Java there are lizards weighing five or six ounces, which run over the walls chasing flies. Why does . not the lizard fall?' 'Because it does not. I cannot think of any other reason,' answered the little girl. 'But that is no reason at all, for it is a law of nature that everthing which is not held up falls to the earth; now what keeps the lizared and the fly from tumbling off the smooth walls"! Something must.'— The child cannot think. Little girls you know sometimes suck their thimble on their lips or on the palm of their hand, the thimble sticks - on, and you can hardly shako it off. What keeps it mil I will tell you. The air is sucked from the ihside of the thimble, so the air outside presses all around and holds it tightly down. It is so with the fly's foot A fly's foot has hollow places from which it can force out the air, when the airioutside presses against the top of the foot and holds it on the wall. So also with the lizard.— Each of its feet has five toes, on the under side of which are bags, with slits in them; the creature forces the air out of the bags, when the out outside air holds the feet against the ceiling, and away it run's all over the walls. alAlways be more solicitous to pre serve your innocence than concerned to prove it. It will never do to seek a good name ea a primary object. Like trying to be graceful, the effort to be popular will make you contemptible. Take care of your spirit and conduct, and your reputation will take oare ofitself. 7? Instead of regretting that we are some times deceived, we should rather liw meat that we are ever undeceived.-
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