Decatur Eagle, Volume 2, Number 28, Decatur, Adams County, 20 August 1858 — Page 1

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I THE EAGLE. ( PUBLISHED EVERY FRIDAY MORNING, BY PHILLIPS & SPENCER, Office, on Main Rtreot, 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 the year, and $2 00 after the year has expired - LT 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, 2,a iEFNo 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 job-work, in a neat and workmanlike manner, on the most reasonable terms. Our material for the comple j tion of Job-Work, being new and of the latest' styles, and we feel confident that satisfaction I can be given. “ONLY A YEAR.” BY MRS. H. B STOWE. — One year ago—a ringing voice, A clear blue eye And clustering curls of sunny hair, Too fair to die. Only a year—no voice, no smile, No glance o ' eye, No clustering curls of golden hair, Fair but to die’ One year ago—what loves, what schemes ( Far into life ! What joyous hopes, what high resolves, What generous strife' The silent picture on the wall. The burial stone,— Os all that beauty, life, and joy. Remain alone! One year—one year—one little year, . And so much gone! And yet the even flow of life Moves calmly on. Tbc grave grows green, the flowers bloom , fair, Above that head, No sorrowing tint of lite or spray, Says he is dead. No paise -ar harsh of merry birds That sing above. Tells ns how coldly sleeps b> low The form we love. Where hast thou been tliis year, b'loved? What hast thou scent' What, visions fair, what glorious life. Where thou hast been? The vail.' the vail ! so thin, so strong 'Twixt us and thee; Thy mystic vail ! when shall it fall That we may see? Not dead, not sleeping tot even gone. But present still, And waiting for the coining hour Os God’s sweet will. Lord of the living and the dead, Our Saviour dear! We lav in silence at thy feet This sad, sad year! There is nothing in the universe so: expensive as sin. —- — . [ A gentleman was speaking of the kind • cess of bis friends in visiting him. One old aunt, in particular, visited him twice each year, and stayed six months each ; time. What ia that dog barking at? a fop, whose boots were more polished ; than his ideas. ‘Why,’replied a bystander, ‘because I be sees another puppy in your boots. ; At a Fourth of July celebration, held ■ at Lexington, the following toast was off-' ered: 'Hoops and Tight P&nts— The unqualified representative of financial extremes. May the charms of the ladies be as boundless as their skirts; and may the gents never get as tight as their bree ches.’ — ■' ■■ ' — I •Mary, where’s the frying pan?’ •Jenny’s got it, carting mud and oys- ; ter-shells up the alley, with the cat for a ■ horse. ■ ‘The dear little fellow, what a genius be will make, but go and get it; we’re going to have company and must fry fish ( for dinner. A poor son of the Emerald Isle applied for employment to an avaricious hunks, who told him he employed no| Irishmen’ ‘For the last one died on my hands, and I was forced to bury him at my own charge.’ •Ah your honor,’said Pat, brightening up,‘and is that all? Then you’d give! me the place, for sure I can get acer-j tificate that- I never died in the employ cf any master I iver served

1 THE DIAMOND BREAST-PIN. I BY T. S. ARTHUR. ’lt will cost two hundred dollars, Anns! said George Blakely to his young, proud, extravagant wife. The tone in which he said this showed that her request had startled him. •I know it will. But what are two hundred dollars for a diamond pin?’ Mrs. Blakely’s voice was half contemptou.s.— 'Mary Edgar’s diamonds cost over a thousand dollars.’ •J ast one thousand dollars more than her husband could afford to pay forthem, said Mr. Blakley. ‘He’s the best judge of that, I presume, retorted liis wife. 'But that doesn’t signify. You can afford to purchase this diamond pin. , 'I cannot, Anna.’ I ‘What do you do with your money, I pray?’ I The young wife turned sharply upon her husband, and her words and tone stung him into a rather harsh reply. But i this only aroused her anger, and made ' her more unreasonably persistent. •O, very well,’ said her too yielding husband, at last, ‘go to Camfield’s toI morrow and get the pin. Tell him to I send in his account on the first of Janua- ( ry, and it will be paid.' I Mrs. Blakely was in earnest. There was not one of her fashionable acquain- , tances but bad a diamond ring or breastpin. and until she was the owner of one or both, she could no longer hold up her I head in society. Her husband was re- ( oeiving teller in a bank, at a salary of fifteen hundred dollars per annum, when he married, which was about a year before, and he still occupied the same post, ’ and at the same income. For a young man in his position, he had not married ■ wisely. The handsome face and captivating manner of a dashing belle bewild- ■ ered his fancy. He proposed in haste, ' was promptly accepted, and led to the : marriage alter, not a true woman, to be ; transformed into a true wife, but a weak, I capricious, vain creatur, incapable o( genuine love, and too sclfiish and narrowI thoughted to feel the influence of honorI able principle. An extravagant love of dress and ornament characterized her from thebe- ; gining. and she would hearken to none ■of her husband's gently offered remonj strances. Nearly half of his income she I spi nt during the first year of their marriage, in dress and jewelry. i The demand for a two hundred dollar breast-pin, coming upon young Blakely, :as it did, at a time when he had just made the unpleasant discovery of a deficit in bis income, when compared with I his expenses, of several hundred dollars, 1 ( sadly dishartened him. But he was not i brave enough to meet the exigence, and, (therefore, weakly yielded to a demand that should have been met by unflinching refusal. , The firstof January found Blakely short of funds by considerably more than the I price to be paid for the diamond pin.— I Camfield’s bill came in, and must beset- 1 1 tied. It would not do for him to hold ‘ hack in the matter of payment, for the i jeweler was an acquaintance of more than (one of the directors of the bank, and ! questions might be asked, and inferences drawn prejudice! to his standing. In an i evil hour, under distress of mind and i strong temtation, the young man made a I : false entry, which enabled him to abstract two hundred dollars from tbc funds . of the bank. That was only the beginning of a sei ries of defalcations, which ran through manv years, before the exposure came which always follows such a course of | crime. It was easier now to supply the I extravagant demands of his wife, whose 1 : annual wardrobe, and bill of jewelry, for ( which she bad that passion which is characteristic of weak minds, almost reached I the full emount of his salary. But the end came at last. One morn- i ing, seven years from the day of their marriage, Mr. and Mrs. Blakely were about leaving for the opera, when their bell was rung violently. Mr. Blakely started and turned pale with a sudden presentiment of evil. What is the matter?’asked his wife, I who saw the singular change in bis counI tenance. Mr. Blakley did not answer, but stood listening towards the door. Men’s voices were now heard, and the tread of heavy ( feet alone the passage. There was a stat and a hurried movement by Blakely; then . he stood still, as if rivited to the spot. ■Who are they? What is the meaning 1 of this?’asked Mrs. Blakely in alarm — at the same moment two men entered the room. •You are arrested,’ said one of them, ‘on a charge of defalcation.* I ‘Mrs. Blakley shrieked, but her hus- - band stood still and statue-like, his, face ■ of an ashen hue. j ‘George! George! This is false!’exclaimed Mrs. Blakely, recovering himself. . •You could not stoop to crime!

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‘lt is true,’ he answered, in a low, sad. despairing voice. Then, laying one of his fingers on the diamond piu that glittered on her bosom, he added, speaking to her ear alone—‘You gained that at the price of your husband’s dishonor! You demanded it. 1 remonstrated, and said I could not afford so costly an ornament. You repeated your demand, and I, weak fool that I was, permited the contraction of a debt that could only be canceled by dishonest means. I thought, when I married you, that I had obtained a wife whose virtues might help me upward on the way to Heaven, but you have proved only tempting fiend, dragging me daily nearer ;vi<i nearer the brink of destruction, 'over which 1 now fall to hopeless ruin. I have robbed the bank, but it was for you! Then turning to the oflierrs, he said, in a calm voice—‘l am at your service. The words of her husband bad stunned Mrs. Blakely. Ere she recovered herself, he was gone. She never saw him aftewards. That night he passed to his account before a higher tribunal than an : earthly one, and she was left in poverty I and disgrace. The story is one of every day life.— George Blakely is the representative of a class. Not all of them rob banks, or defraud their employers. But all of them, to support idle, extravagant wives in costly establishments—costly in com parison with their means—spend mure than their earnings or profits, and fail in ■ the end to pay their just obligations. A modern young lady, fashionably educated, and with modern notions of style fashion, and domestic equipments, jis altogether too costly an article for a i young man of small means or a moderate salary Diamond pins, rich silks I and laces, rose-wood fnrniture, six, seven, (eight or nine hundred dollar houses, ope- ; ras, balls, fashionable parties, Saratoga ( and Newport, and success in business, are altogether out of the question. If young men would unite the latter and matrimony, they must look into another circle for wives. A girl who is independent enough to earn her own living as a teacher or with the needle, is a wife wjrth a score of such butterflies of fashion: and a rising young man, who has only his industry to rest upon for success in life, is a fool to marry any other. Useful industry is always honorable, and difference of sex makes no difference in this particular. Satan Never Disturbs Women. Mohammed relates the following story as an authentic and veritable piece of tradition, illustrative of the fact that Satan has duties to perform in the world, and he was never known to be idle and neg led them: In the days of Mohammed there was I an Arab who had a very pretty wife.— Satan tranformod himself into So exact | and accurate a likeness of her husband I that she could not, for the life of hertell which of the two washer husband. — ( Both claimed her—the real husband, and I Satan in his likenes. The case < xcited much attention in the , neighborhood, but no solution of the dit-i Acuity could be obtained. At length the case was brought before His Majesty, the ; Prophet, for solution. Mohammed, after a little reflection, held up a certain ! earthern pot in his right hand, with a spout like a teapot, and said to them 1 both: ‘Now, which is the real husband will enter this vessl by the spout, and thus establish his claim to the woman.' Satan, having more capacity in that way than the Arab of real flesh and bones j entered at once into the teapot, as suggested. The moment he entered, Mo-j bammed closed the top of the pot, and kept him shut in. By the time Moham- j med had kept His Excellency shut up for a few days in that earthen pot, it was as-' certained that the world was getting wrong in its machinery. Mohammed was, therefore, constrained to let Satan out from his place of confinement to take, the necessary place in the management of j the world; but. before restoring him to his ■ liberty again, Mohammed exterted a sol- : emn promise from him that he would nev-I er trouble the fair sex any more, but confine himself to what he could do among the male sex. I The delecate and interesting opeiation of transferring blood from one psrson to another has again been successfully performed by Dr. Wheatcroft., an English surgeon, in the case of a female patient. When apparently expiring from loss ol blood, about two pounds were transferred from the veins of her husband into her veins, with the most favorable result. In a few minutes after, the currant of blood began to flow, and the ebbing of life was checked, the circulation being re-establish-ed, and the deliverance from apparently certain and approaching disolution se-| cured. — 111 UM 111 Too much bed makes a dull head

I Wish You Vt'us Dead. ‘I wish you wire dead!’ They were thoughtless word?, uttered in a thoughtless manner; but uo sooner spoken than i regretted. A bright-eyed child of six summers, whose countenance was the emblem of innocence and beauty, had been pleading in a low, soft tone ter the mother to.remain at home. It was weary and sick, and longed to be cradled in I the arms of her who had given it being. But the woman of fashion, arrayed in ! her silken robes, and with jewels glitter- ; ing on her arms and neck, and impatient I to display the same, had only brushed it inside with ‘Such a torment! You plague 4 me to death!’ and those never-lo:be-tor- ' gotten words: '! ‘I wish you were dead!’ The little eyes, a moment before had been kindled with hope, drooped and fell. I No ary was heard; but when again they I laised, with a sad, despairing glance at the form ot the departing mother, the pear ly drops glistening beneath the tenderlashes, and trickling down the pallid cheeks. And while she who had pronounced those unintentional harsh words, and who already experienced the keenest self-re-proaches for the course she had pursued, ; was being rapidly whirled away to a scene of unrivalled splendor, the little sufferer had allowed itself to be undressed and placed upon the lonely couch, where it lay down to fulfil its mother’s unmeant wish—to die! It was late, very late that night, when i the giddy devotee of the folly and show of life returned to her princely home.— As the carriage drove up to the door, she ’ preceived lights passing to and fro before the windows. With terrible forebodings, and without stooning to bid adieu to the friends who had been her eompan--1 ions of the evenings, sprang out of the coach on to the walk, and hastily ascending the marble steps, flew by the servants ■ she dared not question, and soon entered the room where lay what was, after all, her darling Eddie. Her husband and the physician stoo l j beside the bed. The former glanced reproachfully at her as, with a frantic movement, she came up beside him and leaned over. But she saw him not. Her eyes were bent upon the little form stretched upon the little couch, which, ■ in its unconscious delirum, moaned: ‘No, no! ma, you don’t mean that, do you? You don’t want Eddie to die?’ ‘No. darling, no! Oh, God forbid!’ : she cried, in bitter anguish, as, thtowing : off her gilded trappings, she knelt down ; and pressed her lips to those of the suf(ferer. j ‘Must I die, ma? Must I go and leave I you?’ pursued the child, in agony. i ‘No dear Eddie,’ she could not desist j saying, 'I shonld be mad if you left me. ■ Oh! in pity,’ she cried, turning to the ( man of science, ‘tell me he is not dan- : gerous.’ ! A gloomy shake of the head was the 'only reply. The fever had fastened up- : on the vet v vitals. I • 'Oh, lieaven! have metcy,’ she groaned I in ternble anguish, as to her consciencestricken mind came back those featful words she had uttered so lightly awhile before, and felt that they were about to be realized —‘l w : sh you were dead!’ •You don’t want me to be laid in the cold, damp ground, and never see you j again, do you, ma?’ continued the dejlirious child, after a slight pause, during which a portion of medcine, just i administered, had been struggling to take effect—‘and never look at the green grass or bright sunshine any more; you don’t want to take these from me —do you, ma?’ ‘No! no! Oh, Eddie!’ almost shrieked the unhappy mother, 'look up; do you not know me, Eddie?’ she asked, in as : calm and soothing a tone as she eould assume. For a moment the eyes, with their wild, appealing glance, opened, and turned upon the parent, whose cruel words—so cruel to the loving child—now so tor- . lured its disordered thoughts; then, without sign of recognition, closed again, murmuring—- ! ‘Oh, ma! lam so sick. Don’t go away; i I want to lay down in your lap and rest. Then, again, that heart-rending appeal, ‘You do not want Eddie to die—do you, I ma?’ ‘Oh, my child! my darling child! what i shall 1 do!’ cried the agonized mother; ‘my heart will break. Eddie!’ she repeat- ' ed frantically. Again those little orbs opened, and this time a smile played around the sweet (lips. ‘Mother,’was faintly murmured: the little hands tried to move; there was a slight struggle—a grasp —then all was still. The spirit of little Eddie had passed away. Over the scene that followed, we drop the vail The sanctity of grief precludes ; description. Suflice it to say, that in long after years that mother never forgot that I terrible lesson she had learned. She became a changed and when tempt--

. ed to lesurne the heartless course she hail ; forsaken, to neglect her children, or re : peat harsh expression. 1 ', h. i thoughts invariably wandered to the little form which slept beneath the yew tree’s shade, and she was saved. The Democratic Party is Neither a ProSlavery nor an Anti-Slavery Party. The Democratic parly needs no defense against the attempts of speculators in phiilantropy to characterize it as a pro slavery party, except to point to its creed as adopted by its representative bodies, and its principles as embodied in its leading measures, which assume the form of party issues. As a national party it has no creed on the subject of slavery, except that its existence shall be left entirely to the action of the people of each state and Territory. It is neither for nor against slavery. It might just as truly be called an anti-slavery as a pro-slavery party. — It is neither, in its national organization and relations. It insists that New York and South Carolina shall each determine for itself whether it will tolerate domestic slavery within its own limits. It applies the same doctrines to Kansas, Nebraska and Oregon. Its members, as citizens of their respective States and Territories, at home and in their own local institutions, are anti-slavery or proslavery men, as they prefer. Their antagonistic positions on the subject of slavery in their own vicinage present no obstacle whatever to their harmonious association in a great national party, which has no creed on this topic, except to refer it for settlement to the action of the people as State and Territorial communities. Such, in brief, is the position of the national Democratic party on the subject of slavery. Such every intelligent man knows to be, and no man can represent. it to be anything else, without exposing; himself to the suspecion of ignorance or dishonesty. The Democratic party of: New York may be utterly opposed to the existence of Slavery in its own State, and the Democratic party of Virginia may be in favor of that, institution in the old Dominion, yet both may, with entire consistency, perfectly harmonize as members of the National Democratic party, and in support of its position in relation to slavery. Our opponents profess great disfculty in understanding the relation of Democrats on these questions, but doubtless the difficulty lies principally in a desire to misunderstand and misrepresent. The whole subject is simple and consistent, and while securing to every Democrat the full exercise of his preference in respect to the local institutions in the midst of which his lot is cast, binds him harmonously in a common political organizaion with his brethern in every State in the Confederacy, and thus strengthens the bonds and cements the hearts which holds this Union ‘one and inseperable, now and forever. — Albany Argus. The Position of Gov. Wise. The Syracuse Courier, referring to the position of Gov. Wise, of Virginia, and the Kansas question, says: ‘But no better illustration of stern adherance to what he deemed the right was probably ever presented to the country by the course of an American statesman than was presented by the course of Gov. Wise, of Virginia, on this question It is well known he was the early, consitent and persistent friend of Mr. Buchanan — He held the vote of his State for nearly forty successive ballots, in the convention of 1852, for the nomination of Mr. Buchanan, and sent to the convention of 1856 delegate equally determined upon the same nomination. No breach had occurred between them; their confidence in each other remained steadfast and firm. And vet Gov. Wise, honestly differing with his friend on an important point of policy, which involved, as he supposed, the honor and interests of the Democratic party, took his stand in opposition. It was a painful act, and though we mar doubt its correctness, we cannot but admire the Roman firmness which impelled it. Such Domecrats should not be proscribed. We have reason to believo that Mr. Buchanan retains all his confidence in and friendship for Gov. Wise, notwithstanding this disagreement and we are confident that the Democracy copying so illustrious an example, will not proscribe others who have thought such men as Wise and Douglas right in their position on the Lecompton question The editor of the Harrison Democrat, in announcing the nomination of W. H. English, in the Second District, he bavins been a candidate himself, thus sums up the matter: And now we have to say, notwithstanding the fact that Harison is the only county in the district that did not cast her vote for Mr. English, she will give a larger increased vote over Mr. English’s vote of 1856 than any other county in the district, and this we say because we know the Democracy of Harrison never fail at the ballot box

Covetousness. Covetousness pretend.’, to i’eap much togellit r for fear t:f want, and yet alter ; (all hi- pains and purchase, be suffers that really which at first he feared vainly and bhynot using what begets, he makes that suffering to be acttyal, presmt, >tni rue (esssry, which, in his lowest condition, ' was but future, contingent anti possible . It stir.-, up the desire and takes away the ' i pleasure of being satisfied. It increare* ' the appetite; and will not content it. It ' ' swells the principal to no purpose, and ' lessons the use to all purpose; disturbing I (the order of nature and the designs of ■ ; God; malting money not to be the instrument of exchange or charity, or corn to Gfeed himseif or the poor, nor wool to • ( clothe himself or his brother, nor wine to ’ I refresh the sadness of the afflicted, nor (his oil to make bis own countenance 1 cheerful, but all these to look upon, and to tel over, and to take accounts by, and 1 make himself considerable and wondered [ at by fools, while he lives he maybe i called rich, and when he dies he may be ( accounted miserable, and, like the dwh- ( makers of China, may leave a greater j heap of dirt for his nephews, while he • himself hath a new lot fallen to him in I portion Dives. But thus the ass carried I wood and sweet herbs to the baths, but ; was never washed or perfumed himself; he heaped up sweets for others, while himself was filthy with smoke and ashes.— Jeremy Taylor. A Tiger Frightened by a Mouse.— I Captain Basil Hall, in his ‘Fragments of Voyages and Travels,’ gives the following anacdote of a tiger kept at the British residence at Calcutta: ‘But what an - I noyed him for more than our poking him jup with a stick, or tantalizing him with shins of beef or legs of mutton, was introducing a mouse into his cage. No fine j lady ever exhibited more terror at the | sight of a spider than this magnificent roy:al tiger betrayed on seeing a mouse.— ! Our mischievous plan was to tie the little animal by a string to the end of a long pole, and trust it close to the tiger’s nose. The moment he saw it be leaped to the opposite side; and when the mouse was made to run near him, he jammed into a corner, and stood trembling and roaring in such an ecstacy of fear, that we were J always obliged to desist, in pity to the ( poor bruit. Sometimes we insisted on j liis passing e’er the spot where the un- ! concious little mouse ran backwards and forwards. For a long time, however, we eould not get him to move, till at length, I believe by the help of a squib—we obliged him to start; but instead of pacing , leisurely across bis den, or of making a (detour to avoid the object of his alarm, ;he generally took a kind of flying leap, so high as nearly to bring his back in contact with the roof of his cage.’ The Rocky Mountains.—The old idea that the whole region of the rocky Mountians north of the fortieth parallel is a sterile region, presenting an almost unbroken ice-field, is completely refuted by Governor Steven’s explorations. One of the officers of his party. Lieutenant Saxton, says in liis report: ‘I find that my previous ideas of this Rockv Mountain I range are, so far as-this section is connec(tad, entirely erroneous. Instead of a 1 vast pile of rock and mountains almost ■ impassible, I find a tine country, well watered by streams of clear cold water, and interspersed with meadows covered with a most luxuriant grass.’ ill —R Hi A few nightsago, Mr. Jones, who had been out taking his glass and pipe, on going home late borrowed an umbrella. : and when his wife’s tongue was loosened he sat up in bed and suddenly spread out I the parapluie. ‘What are you going to do with that thing?’ said she. : ‘Why, ma dear, I expected a very heavy stortu to night, and so I came preipared. In less than two minutes Mrs. Jones was fast asleep. They have a juvinile prodigy at Boonville. A ‘wee bit of a boy’ astonished his mother a few days since. She had j occasion to chasetise him slightly for ( some offense he ha 1 committed. Char(ley sat very quietly in his chair for some time afterward, no doubt thinking very profound. At last he spoke oat thus:— ‘Muzzer, I wish pa’d get anuzzer housekeeper, and let you go., ‘Why so, my son?’ ‘Cause, I’ve got tired of seein’ you round.’ Why are ‘colored gem men, merchants friendly to home protection? Because they deal in ebonv and ivory, and wear their ■ own wool, A lady, who was a strict observer of etiquette, being unable to go to church one Sunday, sent her card. ‘My boy, what does your mother do for a living?’ was asked a little urchin. She ea’- cold vi’.tks sir ’

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