Decatur Eagle, Volume 2, Number 27, Decatur, Adams County, 13 August 1858 — Page 1

THE DECATUR EAGLE,

VOL. 2.

I T HE EAGLE. PCBLISHED EVERY FRIDAY MORNING, BY ‘ PHILLIPS & SPENCER, Office, on Main Street, In the old School House, one Square North of J. & P Crabs’ Store. Terms of Subscription : ■ For one year, $1 50, in advance; $1 75, within j the year, and $2 00 after the year has expired. Uj"No paper will be discontinued until all arrerages are paid, except at the option of the Publishers. Terms of Advertising: One square, (ten lines) three insertions, $1 00 Each subsequent insertion. 25 XFNo advertisement will be considered less than one square; over one square will be counted and charged as two; over two, as three, etc. JOB PRINTING: We are prepared to do all kinds of roti work, in a neat and workmanlike manner, on the most reasonable terms. Our material for the completion of Job-Work, being new and of the latest styles, and we feel confident that satisfaction can be given. THE BEAUTIFUL LAND. BY BARRY CORNWALL. I There is a land immortal, The beautiful of lands, Beside the ancient portal A sentry grimly stands. He only can undo it, And open wide the door; And mortals who pass through it, Are mortals never more. That glorious land is Heaven, And Death the sentry grim. The lord therefore has given The open keys to him. And ransomed spirits sighing And sorrowing for sin, Do pass the gate in dying, And freely enter in. j Though dark and drear the passage That leadeth to the gate, Yet grace corues with the message, To scuds that watch and wait; And, at the time appointed, A messenger comes down. And leads the Lord's anointed From the cross to glory’s crown. Their sighs arc lost in sighing. They’re blessed in their tears. Their journey homeward winging, They leave to earth their fears. Death like an age! seemeth, — "We welcome thee,” they cry ; Their face with glory beneath — ’Tis life for them to die. To do good is of the vely nature of God, as it is of the nature o! fire to warm and of light to shine. A Good Idka of a Man.—Charles Kingsley, in discoursing on the advantages of outdoor exercise, and physical health and strength, says his ides of a man is, "One who fears God. andean walk a thousand miles in » iho-sand ho»' B > ; i i i <1 r of & Veil tn, 1 who breathes the in- * ~ . , . t -me time cnri nit a woodand who at th<‘ , . ■ , . . horse, and twist a poker ; rock, doctw*- , ‘ , , • .inner, round I" - HI II .> Man his own Grandfather. —A> the Herald has ciphered out the way to ; elect Judge , it must be a genius at j I figures, hence we ask it to tell us how a ’ man can be his own grandfather. As an ' “aid” we give the following historical T fact. Can the Herald understand it? "There was a widow and her daughter-in-law, and a man and his son. The! - w idow married the son, and the daughter ; the old man; the widow was therefore mother to her husband’s father, conse- ; quently grandmother to her own husband. They had a son, to whom she was great | grandmother; now as the son of a grandI mother must be either a grandfather or great uncle, this boy was therefore, his own grandfather ” A Ct’TE Yankee.—Early this morning ■the scholars of one of our district schools 1 ■were agreeably surprised ta find written! upon the outside door, 'No Scule,’ aud 1 the most of them made preparations to •enjoy the holiday—not dreaming but that it was a genuine order. It appeared, however, that a roguish youth, a lover of mischief more than his books, had written in large letters the joyful news. 'No Scule’ was the notice posted up, the idea we understood, but the spelling was bad. The afternoon brought all together; and, in the stern visage of the master enough was seen to convince us that all was not right—he had been outwitted, and now came the tug of war. He soon ordered the boys to appear before his presence, and, one by one, criticised our spelling, as far as the word school was concerned. They stood the test, until the hero, with his comic phiz, made his appearance, who, with confidence. distinctly said--“S-c-u-l-e 1” The master took him by the collar, and, ; with a jovful expression a* the success of; the ruse, laid on the birch right merrily. ■

BREAD UPON THE WATERS. BY HELEN FOREST GRAVES. It was a gloomy room, in a crowded i tenement house, low, narrow, and uni wholesome; and a pale faced child was its i only inmate. She was a confirmed ini val>d—you might trace that in her hollow cheeks and the strange unatural lustre of her large blue eyes—the flame of life was burning low on the altar of her childish being; yet here she was alone. The old; arm chair in which she reclined, with one , or two pillows, and a rude pine box, was the only support of her tiny, blue-veined feet. There was no carpeton the mouldering floor, and in more than one place door and window had yielded to the remorseless hand of decay, and presented a most dilapidated aspect. Yet all the! scanty furniture was arranged as neatly ! as possible, and there was even some , faint attempts attaste, as, in a bit of gaily [ colored chintz spread over the child’s! foot-stool, and a solitary floower placed [ in the window seat, where the sun-beams ! could touch its emerald leaves That flower; it had been poor Katy’s ; . companion long. Its royal beauty and ; luxuriance seemed strangely out of place ,in the squalid, low eeiled room; and yet ! it grew and flourished as if in the velvet sod of Bendemeer’s stream. And little Kate lay back in the comfortless chair, and looked al the splendid rose which i quivered like a ruby drop among the leaves, and watched the sunlight writing its golden message on the crimson folds of the blossom with a vague feeling of wonder. I It was so strange that the radiant sun, whose glory lay on the marble pillars and stately dwellings far away, should come | to peep into her lonely, lonely room. •Is that, you, Jamie?’ said she softly. ’ as the door opened, and a boy of twelve I came in. ‘Yes. Do you feel any better, Katy? ! Are you tired ol being left alone?’ And ' the boy looked tenderly into her blue eyes and parted the auburn hair from her forehead, with a loving touch •Not very, but there is such a weary 1 aching around my heart, and sometimes it seems on fire. How cuol your hand f els, Jamie?’ ‘Never mind Kate, I’ve been sawing wood, and earned a whole quarter, and am going to lay it out in apples and oranges, to sell down town. I’ll make a m : nt of money, and then won’t we h-* ve a good supper when mother come' Borne from work? I shoulden’t wo’ aer •• we :; had a bit nf cake and a b’.* grapes i i over and above the m llclne the dispen- ! sary doctor order-- 1 ' or y°u. j I Katy smile-’ i!uc * shook her head, as if; I depreciating ‘bis piece of extravagance, j ‘Yes we Katy,’ resumed her I brot , ' r > often we taste anything i dry bread and cliees, and 1 bavn’t; • orgotten that its your birth-day, sir—j ; you’re ten years old to day. Besides,! i you need something to put a shade of! ! color into those cheeks; the doctor said! i you must Lave something to tempt youi i appetite.’ He bent down to kiss the marble forehead as be spoke. •How luvejy that rose is, to be sure! > It’s almost as good as company to you, Katy, isn’t it? Are you willing I should ' leave you alone for a little, while, dear?’ ‘Yes, Jamie, I don't mind it much,’she; answered, with a deep, weary sigh, ‘but j be back as soon as possible, please And her wistful, hollow eyes watched J ; him from the room with that earnest, ' startling look that we only find beneath i the very shadow of death. Down at the piers all was confusion and uproar—busy passengers hurrying from newly arrived boats—turbid waters ; dashing and rolling against mossy posts — ! swaying crowds, and loud, dissonant! voices, creates a small bedlam around the 1 docks, and little Jamie wandered around with his board of fruit, feeling very lone-1 ily and bewildered. He had piled up the ! golden oranges with their sunniest side' upwards; he had polished the red-cheek- I ed apples until they shone like mirrors,! yet nobody stopped to buy. 'Carriage, sir?’ ‘Take you to the Astor 1 House?’ ‘Up Broadway in a twinkling, mama!’ “Ere’s your ’Erald, Tribune, and Times—Latest steamer from Europe! Have a paper, sir? Poor Jamie! amid all this tumult, what chance has he of being noticed? He had picked outlhevery same bunch of grapes that he intended for Katy, in Taylor’s window, as he came by—a plump, apopleptic bunch dangling from a crimson thread, where the sunshine lay fnll on the purple bloom, and arnethystic shadows lurked among its fullness of fruitage. Just at present the tempting morsel seem;ed very far off to Jamie’s imaginations. Determined not to give way without ! a vigorous effort, however, Jamie stepped boldly forward to the first person he saw, and held up bis wares with a modest, I • ‘Buy an orange, sir? i

“Our Country’s Good shall ever be our Aim—Willing to Praise and not afraid to Blame.”

DECATUR, ADAMS COUNTY, INDIANA, AUG. 13, 1858.

Now, as ill-fortune would havet it, this possible custimer was a fat ill-tempered pursy old man, whose color had just been inflamed to fever heat by the inadvertent descent of a heavy nailed boot heel on his favorite corn. At all times he considered orange boys a nuisance, but just now his slender quota of patience was entirely exhausted. He aimed a a muttered oath and a furious blow fit i the fair-haired boy, and rushed past, to [catch a retreating omnibus. | Jamie sprang aside just in time toes-! I cape the brutal blow, but it descended upon his full stock in trade, scattering apples and oranges far and wide! He was standing close to the peir, and most of the fruits flew into the water, where it went bobbing up and down with the tide, iin a most tantalizing maner. A few apples rolled under the feet of the crowd, but it was impossible to secure them [again. i Jimie’s first sensation wi.s that ofindignant wrath; the blood rushed in angry i torrents to his cheek and brow, and he ' shook his small fist impotently in the di- ; rection which the fat man had taken. But i in an instant a feeling of forlorn wretchedness came over him—no tempting bit of cake—no purple grapes for poof Kitty, perhaps not even a supper, for he knew that his mother’s wages must go towards ! the lent of the room. They depended I entirely on bis exertion fortheir evening meal, and the sun was declining in the west already. The reflection was too much for his i boyish heart, and he was sobbing violent-' ly, when a gentle hand was laid on his i shoulder. He started up, and before him stood a pleasant gentleman, who i watched the whole transaction. ! my boy,’ he said, laying a sili ver dollar in the boy’s hand palm, ‘that will set you up again. No thanks; the money was intended for some piece of extravagance, aud I choose to use it thus. But rememeber this, my boy; when you are pushed down in the race, don’t stop to rub your bruses, but pick .yourself up and start again! Jamie thought the smile with which this was said the pleasantest and kindest [expression that ever brightened a human I face; but ere he could stammer out his thanks, the gentleman was gone. The boy started for home with » hght light and joyous heart, stropping to purchaso the cherished morsals of fruit and -ake on his way. The gentleman walked leisurely up Broadway. Seeing in a bookstore the title of a newly published work that lie Bad much desire to read, his footsteps involuntarily turned in that I direction, but in an instant he went on, buttoning up his pockets, and murmuring to himself, with a smile, ‘Can’t afj ford it; one luxuryy in a day ought to be [enough! There was a vast difference beI tween the man and child in their capacities for enjoyment, but both were happy that night. The supper was a joyful ceremony in I the garret room that evening. Thei I grapes pleased Kate’s delicate appetite to 1 a charm, and the story of the dollar was I listened to with interest. i ‘I wish 1 could see the kind gentleman, ! said the child, earnestly; ’I would give ! him my beautiful rose, if he liked flowers. She looked strangely beautiful that I night, her head rested on her brother’s ! shoulder, while Jamie fed her with the juicy berries, one by one, as a bird might feed its young. ‘Why, how bright the color in your !cheeksis,’ cried Jamie. ‘I believe you j have been stealing the red shadows from ! your favorite rose. Mother lam sure Katy will get well.’ j The next morning, while the golden i spear of sunrise was in the rest among I the purple hills, Katy died. ****** The moss of twenty years had gathered upon Katy’s head stone—the violets of twenty years had blossomed over her grave, and it was a glorious autumn day, | whose light streamed along the busy thoroughfare, and shone on the magnificent marble erection devoted to the extensive operations of the celebrated Bank [of K A splendid carriage cushioned with vel--1 vet, and glittering brightly in the sunshine was drawn up opposite the door, waiting to take the great banker to his palatial home. The spirited horse, foaming and prancing, could hardly be curbed, and the driver looked wonderingly towards the door; and marveled why his usually punctual master did not come. Mr. Arnet stood in a little office opening from the main bank, where the long rows of clerks were bending over their , desks. He had been looking over a little pocket book, whicb he always carried about him, for some note or bill; —and as he turned its pages, a bit of folded paper [ dropped out. The banker opened it, and although , j twenty years had deadened the first edge; of his sorrow, the tears rushed'to hi? , eyes as they fell on <he A pen

cil-sketch rude and unfinished, of a meek- [ browed child—a lock of soft brown hair, and that presumed dust of crimson rose— ; these were drarer to the banker than his i vaults of yellow gold. Ashe looked at them, a tremulous! voice without arrested his ear. ‘I would be glad if you would buy.! gentlemen, for my need is great. I have a sickly daughter at home, who must be j fed. ! ‘Be off about your businssss,’ was the 1 I shaip rejoined. ‘I won’t let you in.— i Don’t you see you are not wanted here? * The voice seemed to strike a responsive chord in the rich man’s heart; surely he had heard its mild tones before,— He partially opened the door, and called out sternly: ‘Mr. Waters, show the gentleman in, if you please: The abashed clerk obeyed not without surprise, and the bowed old man, with heavy basket of strawberries, came humbly into the private room of the great banker. ‘Will you take a chair?politely inquired Mr Arnet, moving forward a luxurious fauteuil, The old man took off bis hat apologet- j ically. ‘Sir, I fear that I intrude on tour val- [ uable time. If you would buy some of ! my fruit—necessity, you know, is strong, and my poverty is extreme. 1 was not always in such a position. Mr. Arnet watched the proud turn of that gray head with a singular smile;! ! then sitting down to his desk he wrote off ' a cheek and handed it across the table. [ ‘One thousand dollars! faltered the old man, as he read, turning red and white! in a breath. He held it toward the banker. I ‘Sir, I hoped you were too much of a gentleman to make sport of age and dis- , tress. Is there anything to jest about in my want? I ‘Not at all, sir. You spoke of a sickly daughter I have a cottage vacant, just cutside the city, with a fountain, grounds and observatory. If you and your daughter will occupy it, rent free, 1 shall be very glad to have you take care of it for me. The old man stood white and breathless as if in a dream. In an instant his hand was taken in the clasp of the great banker. ’My friend, my benefactor you have forgotten me, but my youthful memory is stronger than yours. Is it possible that you have no remembrance of me? The old man shook bis head. ‘Yet it is folly to expect it when lam so changed. Listen, sir,’ he resumed, with a bright, earnest smile; ‘have you any recollection of a forlorn boy, bn a crowded pier, whose little all was scattered by a rude blow? Have you forgotI ten his distress? Have you forgotten that a kind stranger stopped to comfort. him not only by money but by cheering I words? I ‘ls it possible?’ stammered the old; man. ‘Yes, it is possible; lam that forlorn boy. Your money, which that night supplied my dying sister with luxuries and pleasures, proved the stepping stone to my princely wealth. Sir, I was a ragged, friendless boy, but my heart treasured up your kind words as priceless jewels; and now the time has come when 1 may, in some measure, repay them with interest: The old man moved his pale lips as though he would speak; the banker resumed instnatly: ‘I am alone in the world; my mother is dead, and my little sister, whose last words were of kindness, has gone, years ago, to her eternal home. I owe everything to you; and now I have a favor to ask.’ ‘A favor, and of me!’ ‘That you will henceforth allow me to provide for you; and consider me as your son. My carriage is at the door, and will take you wheresoever you wish to go. But a moment first. He took a tiny volume from his breast, bound in faded velvet, with claspings in tarnished gilt. ‘This book was my dead sister’s Bible; it lay on her pillow when she died, and since that hour it has been my constant companion. There is a passage here that has ever been present to my mind since your kind deed gave hope and courage to my life. He opened the voume, and through a! soft mist of grateful tears, the old man read the scripture words: — 'Cast they bread upon the waters', for thou shalt find it after many days.’ Those who save up their money or their hours for the time when, without strength or desires, they can no longer use them, seem to me like people who, hav- i ing but an hour to sleep, take fifty min- ! utes to make themselves a nice, soft bed, I instead of sleeping theit whole hour on the grass or oh the hard ground.

The Doomed Monarch. BY K. K BOBTAIL. CHAPTER I. [ It was night, nowhere, and nowhere was as dark as a bottle of ink in a barrel of ! pitch at the bottom of a well, anil forty 1 four thousand times darker than the con- ; centrated darkness of forty thousand midnights, when upon a throne of petrified turtle soup, stood the mighty GenguiI phus, monarch of the Fe Fo Fi Fum Islands. eating a slice of buttered beeswax, occasionally welting his lips by drinking fiuidical wrought iron sheet anchors, fluke foremost. Around him stood eighty two thousand nine hundred and eighty seven and a half Courtiers! ! Bring forth the whangdoodle and place it on the bewgag!’ exclaimed he in a terrific voice, at the same time cutting off’ a courtier’s head with the sharp edge ot an illuminated cotton bale. CHAPTER 11. The whangdoodle was placed upon the bewgag —but before we go further, let us take a glance at the political state of America at the date our story opens.— We were involved in a war with Mexico, ; and Gen. Scott was carrying our victori- ! ous flag through the halls of the Monteloosers. Gen. Washington, commanding the home army, had formed a Junction with Christopher Columbus at Nauvoo and defeated the combined forces of EngHand, France and Hindooston in a san- ■ guinary retreat on Bungtown heights.— ) John C. Fremont, President, of the j United States, had appointed James Bu- [ chanan Governor of Cape Cod; and Naj poleon Bonaparte, as Mayorof Bunker ' Hill, assisted by lieutenant General Barney O’Twigger, of Ireland, was preparing for a decent upon the tories at Cerro Gordo whilst Dr. Jane, U. S. Surgeon, was constructing a strong fort at Cairo armed with a chain pump and one hundred of his Carmanative Balsam. Under these tremendous circumstances no wonder the men and women of the 19th, century were highly intellectual, and generally speaking, burn when they were young. Turn we again to our story. CHAPTER HI. The whangdoodle wai placed upon the hewgag. Dismay and terror sat upon countenances of the nobility. Lord De Mozo involuntarily clutched Prince Blowhushy’s coattail, and the Countess of Fizfuiu disappeared hysterically within her hoops, whilst bold Count de Scratch hitherto the bravest of the brave, threw himself at the foot of the thione and elevated one leg as signal of distress. But the mighty Gengulphus was unmoved.— Drawing a golden wire safety fuse from his bosom, he was in the act of attaching one end of it to the whangdoodle when— Oh! Horror of horrors! He beheld in one ; I corner of the room bis beloved Selleh [ locked in the arms of Fee ti le Swash Busky, Envoy Extraordinary from the Isle of Wight! 1 CHAPTER IV. To say that Gengulphus was angry would be but an indifferent statement of the truth. He was in rage’ He couldn’t contain himself, and consequently boiled j over in torrents that formed puddles of I wrafli at his feet. He foamed, raved,! ; ripped and tore—-stamped, rolled, kicked i and roared. At last, seizing a battering ram by the horns, he made a furious push i at the guilty pair. chapter v. ‘Die!’ shrieked Gengulphus. as he twirled the fearful instrument above their heads—but alas! in its swift decent it came in contact with Baron de Boosy’s pipe, and, glancing at right angels, clove asunder the massive door leading to the i Roral Menagerie! Brimstone and torpe- 1 does! thundered Gengulphus —but he was | too late. Ere he could again raise the huge weapon, a Cerce demoniacal howl! ran through the rooms, and the next moment an infuriated grizzly Codfish ran madly forth from the demolished door and buried its deadly fangs iu the seat of the mighty Gengulphus’ inexpressibles! He uttered a sharp cry of pain—made one desperate effort to shake of the monster—and then fell to the floor, as dead as a June bug in January. CHAPTER VI. But little more remains to be told.— Selleh soon after the death of Gengulphus, stabbed herself with a bed wrench and her paramour. Fee ti le Swash Bosky, becoming stricken with remorse, buried himself in a pot of porter —heels up. The countess Fizt Fum eloped with an' Egyptian mummy, in a good state of preservation, and the count de Scratch, having lost tLe whole of his fortune in play-1 ing ‘Simon says wig wag’ with Lord De Monzo, he was forced to emigrate West, | where he enlisted as orderly sargeant to ; a lime klin, and was shortly afterwards; killed by the accidental bursting of n cab bage Read. Corn i’ growing very fast.

An intelligent gentleman, just arived from Kansas, who was strongly opposed to the Lecompton Constitution, informs us that the people of that Territory desire, almost unanimously, to remain out of the Union for some time to come.— That provision the Kansas Bill which require them to wait until they have a population sufficient to entitle them to a member in Congress is in accordance with their wishes on the subject. He says all the applications for admission have been made by politicians who wanted to hold the State offices and to be United States Senators, aud have not been heartily susstained by the people, whose interest it is to remain out, and have the Federal Government pay their expenses until they are better able to support a State administration themselves. They will reject the plan of admission proposed by Congress, on the 1st of August, and will hold on to their Territorial organization. The “Jim Lamb’’ faction in the Territory is, politically, completely dead, and everything betokens peace and quiet in the future. We have at length reached the end of the Kansas matter, and things will hereafter go o.n as smoothly there as the other States. Everybody is satisfied, except the ultra Republicans, who regret that their issue is dead, and who would willingly have their "bleeding Kansas” in the field until after 1860. — Cincinnati Enquirer. A Free Pass well Earned.—A Miss Drave has been presented with a free pass of indefinite duration over one of the Pennsylvania railroads. Being at home alone, she saw that a tree had fallen on a curve of the road on the opposite side of the river, and that the cars without warning would inevitably be thrown off into the river. She crossed in a skiff, and as the train approachad, succeeded in stopping it; thus saving, in the opinion of those on board, all lhe lives of those on the train. Instructions have been given, whenever she travels on the train, to stop for her at such a point as she finds most convenient fur reaching her home. Who [ shall say now that corporations have no [ souls? I A mother Mathematical Phenomenon I — The Dalton (Georgia) Times says: Last Sabbath we met in this city, a man by the name Meredith Holland a na- ! tive oi Monroe County, Kentucky, who ! can certainly beat the world mathematI ically. He can answer any proposition | which may be submitted to him, and do !it without a moments delay. We asked him how many seconds there were in four thousand years Scarcely had the question been stated, when the answer was accurately given. This man looked like a country-hoosier, and if it were not for the extraordinary mathematical gift with which he has been endowed, he [ would be regarded as almost an idiot.— He has traveled in company with several ; gentlemen over a large portion of Europe, : and is about starting on a tour through [ the United States. He declares that [ every answer is presented to his mind [ simultaneously with the question, and that therefore, he undergoes no mental efforts in these mathematical exhibitions. Appropriate.—Senator Wade and J. R. Giddings, of Ohio, received a public reception at Ashtabula on the 3d inst.— The procession was headed, to use the words of the Ashtabuia Sentinel, a Republican organ—“by twelve beautiful negro girls, each bearing a banner representing twelve States that are true to freedom,” who also, with their banners and flags, occupied the stand. This was every way an appropiate reception. Giddings and Wade, in their Congressison! action, made the interest of the colored population paramount to those of the white people, and it was proper that in the procession welcoming them, negroes should take the lead oi lhe whites! We do not consider in fact, that Giddings and Wade are in any sense, the representatives of the white people of Ohio, but solely labor for the interests and carry out the views of the colored population. By the by, their flags should have had but eleven stars on them instead of twelve, that being the number of States that voted for Freemont. — Lafayette Argus. A lady, not long since commenced a suit in the common please court at Ravenna, Ohio, for $5,000 damages for a breach of marriage contract. The defendant answered that he had agreed to marry, that he never refused, and was willing to comply with his contract. He got a license and a justice of the peace; he went to the girl’s residence and tendered himself. The lady wanted time to think the matter over, and finally concluded to dismiss the case and pay all costs. To Core Warts.—Warts on the hand may be cured by washing them several limes a day in strong soda waler, and allowing them to dry without wiping.

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