Indiana American, Volume 13, Number 43, Brookville, Franklin County, 24 October 1845 — Page 1

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Our Country Our Country's Interestsand our Country's Friends. BY C. F. CLARKSOX. BROOKVILLE, FRANKLIN COUNTY, INDIANA, FRIDAY, OCTOBER 24, 1845. VOL,. XIII NO. 43.

From the American Whig Review.

Marshal Jltirat. BY RET, JOHN T. I1EADLEY. (Concluded.) Bonaparte usually put fifteen or twenty thousand cavalry under Mnrat. and placed them in reserve'behind the lines, and when he ordered the charge he was almost certain of victory. After a long and waisting fight, in which the infantry struggled with almost equal success, and separate bodies of cavalry had effected but little, Bonaparte would order him down with his enormous weight of cavalry. It is said that his eye always brightened as he saw that magnificent body begin to move, and he watched the progress of that single white plume, which was always visible above the ranks, with !he intensest interest. illiere it went he knew were broken ranks and trampled men, and while it went he knew that defeat was impossible. Like N6y, he can ied immense moral force with him. Not only were his followers inspired by his personal appearance and incredible daring, but he had acquired the reputation of being invincible, and when he ordered the charge, every man, both friend and foe, knew it was to be the most desperate one human power could make. And then the appearance of 20,000 horsemen coming tJown on the dead gallop, led by such a man, was enough to send terror through any infantry. The battle of Valentine exhibited an instance of this moral force of Murat. He had ordered Junot to cross a marshy flat and charge the flanks of the Russianswhile he poured his strong cirasseurs on the centre. Charging like a storm with his own men, he was surprised to find that Junto had not obeyed his command. With out waiting for his guard, he wheeled his hore, and galloping along through the wasting fire, rode up to him and demanded why he had not obeyed his orders. Junto replied that he could not induce the Westphalian cavalry to stir, so dreadful was the fire where they were ordered to advance. Murat made no reply, but reining his steed up in front of the squadron, waved his eword over his head, and dashed straight into the sharp shooters, followed by that hitherto wavering cavalry as if ihey had forgotten there was such a thing as danger. The Russians were scattered like pebbles from his path; then turning to Junot, he said, "There, thy marshal's staff is half earned for thee: do the rest thyself." At Jena, after the Prussians began their retreat in an orderly manner, and no ef forts of the infantry could brake their array, Bonaparte ordered Murat to charge. With 12.000 horsemen following hard af ter him, cheering as they came, he fell on the exhausted columns and trampled them like grass beneath his feet, and although Ruchel with his reserve just then came up in battle array, nothing could resist the fury of Mural's successive onsets, and the defeat was changed into a general route. We find him also at Friedland, bursting with his impetuous charges through the allied ranks. But it is at Eylau that he al ways appears to us in his most tenible aspect This battle fought in mid winter, in 1807, was the rnosl important and dread ful one that had yet occurred. France and Russia had never before opposed such strength to each other, and a complete vie tory on either side would have settled th e fate of Europe. Bonaparte remained in possession of the field, and that was all no victory was ever so like a defeat, and Murat alone saved him. The field of Eylau was covered with snow, and the little ponds that lay scattered over it were frozen sufficiently hard to bear the artillery. Seventy five thousand men on one side, and eighty-five thousand on the other, arose from the field of snow on which they had slept the night of the 7th of February, without tent or covering, to battle for a continent. Augereau, on the left, was utterly routed early in the morning. Advancing through a snow-storm so thick he ould not seethe enemy, the Russian cannon, fired half at random, mowed down his ranks with their destructive fire, while '.he Cossack cavalry which were ordered to charge, came thundering on, almost hitting the French infantry with their long lances before they were visible through the driving snow. Hemed about and overthrown, the whole division composed, of 16,000 men, with the exception of 1,500 were captured or slain. Just then the now storm clearing up, revealed to Napoleon the remnant of Augereau's division scattered and flying over the field, with four thousand Russians were close to the hill on which he6lood with only a hundred men around him. Saving himself from being made a prisoner bj his cool self possession; he saw, at a glance, the peril to which he was brought by the destruction of Augereau and the defeat of Soult, and immediateIy,ordered a grand charge by the Imperial guard of the whole cavalry. Nothing was farther from Bonaparte's wishes or ex pectations than the bringing of hi? reserve cavalry in the engagement at this early stage of the battle but there was no other resource left him. Murat sustained his high reputation on this occasion, and proved himself for the hundredth time worthy or the great onfidence Napoleon placed in him. Nothing could be more imposing than the battle field at this moment. Bonaparte & the Empire trembled in the balance, while Murat prepared to lead down his cavalry to save them Serentu squadrons, makine in all 14.000 well mounted men, began to move over tte slope. Bonaparte, it is said, was more Siiaiea at irtis crisis than when, a moment before, he was so near beina caDtured bv the Russian . But as he saw those seven ty Kjuadrons come down on a plunging trot, and then break into a fall gailop, pressing hard after the white plume of Murat, jhat streamed through the snowstorm far "i front a smile ped over hja counte

nance. The shock ot that immense host

was like falling mountain, and the front line of the Russian army went down before it. Then commenced one of those protracted fights of hand-to-hand and sword-to-sword, so seldom witnessed in cavalry. The clashing of steel was like the ring of a thousand anvils: and horses and riders were blended in wild confusion together. The Russian reserve were ordered up, and on these Murat fell with his fierce cavalry, crushing and trampling them down by thousands. But the obstinate Russians disdained to fly and rallied again and again, so that it was no longer cavalry charging on infantry but squadrons of horses gallopping through a broken host that, gathering into a knots, still disputed with nnparallelled bravery the ensanguine field. It was during this strange fight that Mural was seen to preform one of those desperate deeds for which he was so renowned. Excited to the highest pitch of passsion by the obstacles that opposed him, he seemed endowed with ten-fold strength and more like a superhuman being treading down helpless mortals, than an ordinary man. Amid the roar of artillery and rattle of musketry, and falling of sabrestrokes like .lightning about him, that lofty white plume never once went down, while ever and onon it was seen glancing through the smoke of battle, the star of hope to Napoleon, and showing that his "right arm" was still uplifted and striking tor an Empire. He raged like an unloosed lion amid the foe; and his eye, always terrible in battle, burned with increased lustre, while his clear and steady voice, heaid above the tumult of the strife; was worth more than a thousand trumpets to cheer on his followers. At length seeing a knot of Russian soldiers that had kept up a devouring fire on his men, he wheeled his horse and drove in full gallop upon their levelled muskets. A few of his guards, that never allowed that white plume to leave their sight, charged after. Without waiting to count his foes, he seized the bridle in his teeth, and with a pistol in one hand and his drawn sword in the other, he burst in a headlong gallop upon them, and scattered them as if a buricane had swept by. Though the cavalry were at length compelled to retire, the Russians had received a check that almost saved the day. Previously, without bringing up their reserve they were steadily advancing over the field but now they were glad to cease the combat and wait for further reinforcements under Lesboeg, before they renewed the battle. We need not speak of the progress of the contest during the day. Prodigies of valor were preformed on all sides, and men slain by tens of thousand, till night closed the awful scene, and the Russians began to retire from the field. Such was the battle of Eylau, fought in the midst of a piercing snow storm. Murat was a thunderbolt on that day, and the deeds that were wrought by him will ever furnish themes for the poet and painter. But let the enthusiast go oyer the scene on the morning ofter the battle, if he would find a cure for his love of glory. Fifty-two thousand men lay piled across each ot her in the short space of six miles, while the snow giving back the slain of blood, made the field look like onegreat slaughterhouse. The frosts of wintry morning were all unheeded in the burning fever of ghastly wounds, and the air was loaded with cries for help, and groans, and blasphemies, and cursings. Six thousand horses lay amid the slain, some stiff and cold in death, others rendering the scene still more awful by their shrill cries of pain. The cold heavens looked down on this fallen multitude while the pale faces ot the thousands that were already stiff in death,looked still more appalling in their vast winding sheet of snow. Foemen had fallen across each other as they fought, and lay like brothers clasped in their last embrace: while dismembered limbs and disemboweled corpse were scattered thick as autumns leaves over the field. Every form of wounds, and every modification of wo were there visi ble. No modern war had hitherto exhib ited such carnage, and where Mural's cavalry had charged, there the slain lay the thickest. That Bonaparte had confidence in Mu rat's iienerslship, is seen in the command he entrusted him with in Spain, and also in appointing him commander-in-chief of the Grand Army iti its retreat from Russia We have said little of this conquest of Spain, because it was done without effort Tne sudden rising of the population of Madrid, in which were slaughtered sevenhundred Frenchmen, was followed by the public execution of forty of the mob. Much effort has been made to fix a stain .on Mural by ibis execution, and the destruc tion of some hundred previously, in the at tempt to quell the insurrection; by callingit a premeditated massacre. But it was evidently not. so. Mnrat was imprudent there is no doubt, and acted with duplicity, nay, treachery, in all his dealings with the royal family of Spain, but we also believe he acted instructions. He doubtless hoDed to receive the crown of Spain, but Bonaparte forced it on his brother Joseph, then king of Naples, and put Murat in his place. Of his civil administration we cannot say m ucn in praise, tie was too ignorant for a king, and was worthless in the cabinet. The diplomacy of a battle field he under stood, and the management of 20,000 cavalry was an easier thing than the superintendence of a province. Strength of resolution, courage and military skill, he was not wanting in, while in the qualities necessary to the administration of a government, be was utterly deficient.. He was conscious of his inferiority here, and knew that his imperial brother-in-law, who gazed on him in admiration, almost in awe. in the midst of bailie, made sport of him as a king. l nese things, together with some unsuccessful efforts of his own, exasperated him to such a decree that he became sick and irresolute. Four years of his life

passed away in comparative idleness, and

U was only the extensive preparations of Napoleon in 1812 to invade Russia, that roused him to his former self. Bonaparte's treatment of him while occupying his throne at Neples, together with some things that transpired in the Russian campaign conspired to embitter Murat's feelings towards his imperious brother-in-law; for his affection, which till that time, was unwavering, began then to vascillate. We think that it had been more than hinted to him by his brothe-in-law that he intended to deprive him of his crown At least, not long after Bonaparte left the wreck of the grand army in its retreat from Russia, in his hands, he abandoned his post and traveled night and day till he reached Naples. It is also said by an acquaintance of Murat, that Bonaparte at the birth of the young Duke of Parma, announced to the King of Naples, who had come to Pais to congratulate him, that he must lay down his crown. Murat asked to be allowed to give his reply the next morning, but no sooner was he out of the Emperor's presence than he mounted his horse and started for his kingdom. He rode night and day till he reached Naples, where he immediately set on foot preparations for the defence of his throne. Being summoned anew by a marshal of France, sent to him for that purpose, to give up his sceptre, replied, "Go tell your master to come and take it, and he shall find how well sixty thousand men can defend it." Rather than come to open conflict with one of his bravest generals, he abandoned the project, and let Murat occupy his throne. If this be true it accouuts for lha estrangement and final destruction of Napoleon by his brother-in-law. In 1814 he concluded to treat with Austria, by which he was to retain his crown on the condition that he would furnish 30,000 troops for the common cause. Bonaparte could not at first credit this defection of the husband of his sister, and wrote to him twice on the subject. The truth is, we believe, Bonaparte tampered with the affection of Murat. The latter had so oflen yielded to him on points where they differed, and had followed him through his wondrous career with such constant devotion, that Napoleon believed he could twUthim round his finger as he liked, and become utterly reckless of his feelings. But he found the intrepid soldier could be trifled with too far, and came to his senses barely in time to prevent an utter estrangement. Shortly after, Napoleon abdicated, and was sent to Elba. But before the different powers of Europe had decided whether they should allow Murat to retain his throne, Europe was thrown into consternation by the announcerftent that Bonaparte was again on the shoresf France. Joachim immediately declared in favor of hi brother-in-Iaw, and attempted to rouse Italy. But his army deserted him, and hastening back to Naples he threw himself into the arms of his wife, exclaiming, "all is lost, Caroline, but my life, and that I have not been at!e to cast away." . Finding himself betrayed on every side, he fled in disguise to Ischia. Sailing from thence to France, he landed at Cannes, and despatched a courier to Fouche; requesting him to inform Napoleon of his arrival. Bonaparte irritated at his former defection, and still more vexed that he had precipitated things to in Italy, contrary to express directions, sent back the simple reply, "to remain where he was until the Emperor's pleasure with regard to hint was known." This cold answer threw Mural into a tempest of passion. He railed against his brother-in-law, load ing hitn with accusations, for whom, he said, he had lost his throne and kingdom. Wishing, however, to be nearer to Paris, he started for Lyons, and 'while changing horses at Aubagne, near Marseilles, he was told of , the disastrous battle of Waterloo. , . ; Hastening back to Toulon, he lay concealed in a house near the city, to await the result of this last overthrow of Napo leon. When he was informed of his abdi cation, he scarcely knew what to do. At first he wished to get to Paris, to treat personally with the allied sovereigns for his safety. . Being unable to do this, he thought of flying to England, but hesitating to do this also, without a promise of pro tection from that government, he finally through Fouche, obtained permission of the Lmperor of Austria to settle in his dominions. But nhile he was preparing to set out, he was told that a band of men were on the way to seize him, in order to get the 40,000 francs which the Bourbons had offered for his head; and fled with a single servant to a desolate place on the seashore near Toulon. Thither his friends from the city secretly visited him, and informed him . what were the designs respecting him. Resolving at last to proceed to Paris by sea, he engaged the captain of a vessel bound to Havre, to send a boat at night to take him off. But by some strange fatality, the seamen could not find Murat. nor he the seamen, though searching for each olhei half the night; and the sea beginning to raise, the boat was compelled to return to the ship without him. As the morning broke over the coast, the dejected wanderer saw the vessel, with all her sails set, standing boldly out to sea. He gazed for a while on the lessening masts, and then fled to the woods, where he wandered about for two days, without rest or food. At length, drenched with rain, exhausted and weary, he stumbled on a miserable cabin, where he found an old woman, who kindly gave him food and shelter. He gave himself out as belonging to the garrison at Toulon, and he looked worn and haggard ehouah to be the commonest soldier. The white plume was gone, that had floated over so many battle fields, and the dazzling costume, that had glanced like a meteor through the cloud of war, was exchanged for the soiled 'garments of an outcast. Not even his good steed was left, that had borne him through so many dangers, and as that tall and majestic form

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! r -vvi vi vuiiu, I he fe It how changeful was human fortune, j The fields of his fame were Tfar away his throne was gone, and the wife of his bosom ignorant of the fate of her lord. While he sat at his humble fare, the owner of the cabin, a soldier belonging Tto the garrison of Toulon, entered and bade him welcome But there was something about the wanderer's lace that struck him, and at length remembering to have seen those features on some French coin, he fell on his knees before him, and called him king Murat. His wife followed his example. Murat, astonished at the discovery, and then overwhelmed at the evidence of affection these poor, unknown people offered him, raised them to his bosom, and gave them his blessing. Forty thousand francs were no temptation to 'this honest soldier and his wife. Here he lay concealed till one night the old woman saw lights approaching the cabin, and immediately suspecting the cause, aroused Murat, and hastening him into the garden, thrust him into a hole and piled him over with pine branches. She then returned to the house, and arranged the couch from which Murat had escaped, and began herself to undress for bed, as if nothing had occurred to disturb her ordinary household arrangements. i In a few moments sixty gens d'armes enj tered, and ransacked the house and garden, passing again and again by the spot ; where Murat was concealed. Foiled in j their search, they at length went away But such a spirit as Murat's could not long endnie this mode of existence, and he determined to put to sea. Having through his friends at Toulon, obtained a skiff, he on the night of the 22nd of August, with only three attendants, boldly pushed his frail boat from the beach, and launched out into the broad Meditlerranean, and steered for Corsica. When about thirty miles from the shore, they saw and hailed a vessel, but she passed without noticing them. The wind now began to rise, and amid the deepening gloom was heard the moaning of the sea, as it gathers itself for the tempest. The foam-cresed waves leaped by, deluging the frail skiff, that struggled almost hopelessly with the perils that environed it. The haughty chieftain saw dangers gathering round him that no charge of cavalry could scatter, and he sal and looked out on the rising deep, with the same composure he so often had sat on his gallant steed, when the artillery was mowing down every thing at his side. At length the post-ofiice packet vessel for Corsica was seen advancing towards them. Scarcely had Muial and his three faithful followers stepped aboard of it, before the frail skiff sunk tn the bottom. It would have been better for him had it sunk sooner. He landed at Corsica in the disguise of a common soldier. The mayor of the Commune of Bastia, the port where the vessel anchored, seeing a man at his door, with a black silk bonnet over his brows, his beard neglected, and coarsely clad, was about to question him, when the men looked up, and "judge of my astonishment," says he, "when I discovered that this was Joachim, the splendid king of Naples! I uttered a cry, and fell on my knees " Yes, this was Murat the plume exchanged for the old silk bonnet, and the gold brocade for ihe coarse gniters of a common soldier. The Corsicans received him with enthusiasm, and as he entered Ajaccio the troops on the ramparts and the populace received him with deafening cheers. But this last shadow of his old glory consumated his ruin. It brought back to his memory the shouts that were wont to rend Naples when he returned from the army to his kingdom, loaded with honors and heralded by great deeds. In the enthusiasm of the moment, he iesolved to return to Naples, and make another stand for his throne. At this critical period the passports of the Emperor of Austria arrived. Murat was promised a safe passage into Austria, and an unmolested residence in any city of Bohemia, with the title of Count, if he, in return, would renounce the throne of Naples, and live, in obedience to the laws. Disdaining the condition he would a few weeks before have gladly accepted, he madly resolved to return to Naples. With two hundred and fifty recruits and a few small vessels, he sailed for his dominions. Th! little fleet, beat back by adverse winds, that seemed rebuking the rash attempt, did not arrive in sight of Calabria till the sixth of October, or eight days after the embarkation. On that very night a storm scattered the vessels, and when the morning broke, Murat's bark wa3 the only one seen standing in for land. Two others at length joined him, but that night one of the captains deserted him, and returned with fifty of his best soldiers to Corsica. His remaining followers, seeing that this desertion rendered their cause hopeless, besought him to abandon his project and sail for Trieste, and accept the terms of Austria. He consented, and throwing the proclamations he had designed for the Neapolitans into the sea. ordered the captain to steer for ihe Adriatic. He refused on the ground that he was not sufficiently provisioned for so long a voyage. He pro mised, however, to obtain stores at Pizzo, but refused to go on shore without the Austrian passports, which Murat still had in possession, to use. in case of need. This irritated Murat to such a degree, that he resolved to go on shore himself, and ordering his officers to dress in full uniform, they approached Pizzo. His officers wish-j ed to land first, to feel the pulse of the people, but Murat, with his accustomed chivalric feelings, stopped them, and with the exclamation, "I must be the first on shore!" sprang to land, followed by twenty-eight soldiers and three domestics. Some few mariners cried out, "Long live King Joa-j chim!' and Murat advanced to the principal square of the town, where the soldiers were exercising while his followers unfurled his standard, and shouted, "Joachim for ever!" but the soldiers made no response. Had Mtrat been less infatuated, this would have sufficed te convince him

of the hopelessness of his cause. He Dress

ed on, however to Monte Leone, the capi tal ot the province, but had not gone far berore be found himself pursued by a company of gens d'armes. Hopinz to subdue them by his presence, he turned towards them and addressed them. The only an swer he received was a volley of musquetry. Forbidding his followers to return the fire, with the declaration that his landing should not cost the blood of one of his people, he tnrned to flee to the shore. Leaping from rock to rock and crag to crag, while the bullets whistled about him. he at length reached the beach, whenlo! the vessel that landed him, had disappeared. The infamous captain had purposely! left him to perish. A fishing-boat lay on the sand, and Murat sprang against it to shove it off, but it was fast. His followers now came np, but before the boat could be launched they were surrounded by the biood-thirsty populace. Seeing it was all over, Muiat advanced towards them, and holding out his sword, said, "People of Pizzo! take this sword, which has been so of ten drawn at the head of armies, but spare ine lives or the brave men with me." But they heeded him not, and kept Up a rapid discharge of musquetry; and though every bullet was aimed at Murat, not one touch ed him, while almost every man by his sida was shot down. Bern? at length sei zed, he was hurried away to prison. Soon after, an order came from Naples to have him tried on the spot. One adjutant-general, one colonel, two lieutenant-colonels, and the same number of captains and lieutenants, constituted ihe commission to tr a King. Murat refused to appear before such a tribunal, and disdained to make any defence. During the trial he conversed in prison with his friends in a manner worthy of his great reputation. He exhibited a loftiness oflhought and charaeier that surprised even his friends that had known him longest. At length, aftei a pause.he said: "Both in the court and camp, the national welfare has been my sole object. I have used the public revenues for the public service alone. I did nothing for myself, and now at my death I have no wealth but my actions. They are all my glory and my consolation." After talking in this strain for some time, the door opened and one of the commissioners entered and read the sentence. Murat showed no agitation, but immediately sat down and calmly wrote to his wife the following letter. "My Dear Caroline My last hour has arrived; in a few moments more I shall have ceased to live in a few moments more you will have no husband. Never forget me; my life has been stained by no injustice. Farewell my Achille, farewell my Letitia, farewell my Lucien, farewell my Louise. I leave you without kingdom or fortune, in the midst of the multitude of my enemies. Be always united; prove yourselves superior to misfortune; remember what you are and what you have been, St God will bless you. Do)not reproach my memory. Believe that my greatest suffering in my last moments is dying far from my children. Receive your father's blessing; receive my embraces and my tears. Keep always present to you the memory of your unfortunate father, JOACHIM NAPOLEON. Pizzo, 13th October, 1815. Having then enclosed some locks of his hair to his wife and given his watch to his faithful valet, Amand, he walked out to the place of execution. His tall form was drawn up to his loftiest height, and that piercing blue eye thathad flashed so brightly over more than a hundred battle fields, was now calmly turned on the soldiers who were to fire on him. Not a breath of agitation disturbed the perfect composure of his face, and when all was ready he kissed a cornelian he held in his hand, on which w as cut the head of his wife, and then fixing his eyes steadily upon it, said, "Save my face, aim at my heart!"' A vol ley of musquetry answered, and Murat was no more. He had fought two hundred battles, and exposed himself to death more frequently than any other officer in Napoleon's army. By his white plume and gorgeous costume a constant mark for the enemy's bullets, he notwithstanding always plunged into the thickest dangers, and it seems almost a miracle that he escaped death. His sellcomposure was wonderful, especially when we remember what a creature of impulse he was. In the most appalling dangers, under Ihe fire of the moat terrific battery, nil alone amid his dead followers, while the bullets were piercing his uniform and whistling in an incessant shower around his head, he would sit on his steed and eye every discharge with the coolness of an iron statue. A lofty feeling in the hour of danger bore him above all fear and through clouds of smoke and the roar of five hundred cannon, he would detect at a glance the weak point of the enemy, and charge like fire upon them. As a general he failed frequently, as has been remarked, from yielding his judgment to his impulses. As a man and king he did thesame thin?, and hence was generous to a fault, and liberal and indulgent to his people. But his want of education in early life, rendered him unfit for a statesman. Yet his impulses, had they been less strong, would not have made him the officer he was. His cavalry was the terror of Europe. Besides in obeying his generous feelings, he performed many of these deeds of heroism exposing his life for others, and sacrificing everything he had, to render those happy around him, which make us love his character. He was romantic even till hit death, and lived in an atmosphere of his own creation, j But unlike Ney, he was ashamed of his low origin, and took every method to conceal it. He loved his wife and children and country with the most devoted affections. His life was ihe strangest romance ever written, and his ignominious death, an everlasting b'.ot to Ferdinand's character.

United States Senator. As the time for the assembling of the Legislature approaches, the people begin to feel an interest in the subjects which will be presented for its consideration. That of the election of an United States Senator probably attracts more attention than any other. The question, "Ought the whig members to vote fur one to fill that station who is opposed to their principles?" is being discussed by our whig con

temporaries. It is a legitimate subject, for discussion, and we are glad to see public attention drawn to it. The arguments adduced against the policy of the whig members coalescing with any portion of the locofoco party in that election, seems to us to be conclusive. It is urged that there will be an inconsistency in voting for an individual who, if elected, will do all in his power to repeal 'the whig Tariff law now in operation: that a locofoco, elected 'under such circumstances, will be more apt to be a man of small calibre, unworthy the confidence of either party, and who will become vindictive toward the whigswitha view of re-instating himself in the good opinions of his own party: that it would hold cut to politicial aspirants of our own party, should we ever again have power to elect an U. S. Senator, an inducement to refuse submission to the wishes of a majority of their politicial friends, in the hope of an election by the aid of the locofoco party: that the nomination of a whig, and an adherence to him on every ballot given, would be a precedent, which could not fail having a beneficial influence upon the next August election: that it would show that here is no desire or intention on the part of the whigs to abandon the principles of their party: and that its tendency would be to put an end to the disgraceful system of "bargain and corruption" heretofore too common with public men of both parties. Regarding the question in every point of view, we are decidedly of the opinion that more good would result to the whig party, and eventually to the country, by voting! uuuer any ana an circumstances lor a whig candidate for the U. S. Senate next winter, than for an independent Locofoco. Let the w hole responsibility of the selec tion resi; wnere it snouia rest, on our political opponents. Ind. Slate Journal. Indiana Farmer and Gardener.The first number of the Second Volume of this valuable publication will be issued on the first day of next December. Such is ihe favor with which it is regarded, (as evinced by a patronage beyond the expectation of the publisher,) that he has determined to present the next volume to its patrons, printed on new and elegant type ana ina style superior to anv agricultural publication in the West. The editorial department of the paper will continue to be under the charge of Mr. H. W. Beecrer, whose capability of rendering it eminently useful to the agricultural portion of our public, cannot now be questioned. There is no Agricultural paper published, from which so many articles have been copied Jby the papers of Indiana and Illinois, during the past year, as from the above publication. Several Agricultural Societies, in different portions of our State, have made arrangements to supply each of their members with a copy of the Farmer and Gardener. Should this example be followed by every society in the State, we feel assured that a few years will witness an improvement in the appearance of our farms which can only be brought about by the labor of men enlightened on the various branches of agricultural pursuits. , I he terms will remain the same, (fifty cents per year to clubs of ten and im. r wards,) though a grater quantity of reading matter will be given in consequence of the diminished size of the type on which it will be printed. Ind. Slate Journal. The 0. S. Presbyterian Synod. The Vinrnnnps R.17PII0 nf ih Qih ind contains tne following notice of the Synod recently in session at that place: "The Synod of Indiana, met in this place on Tuesday the 2nd inst., and continued its session until late on Monday night following. The proceedings of this most respectable body of clergymen and elders, were ordered to be published, and we will not anticipate that publication. We will, howeve, briefly notice the sever al discourses with which our community was favored during the session. "The opening sermon was delivered by Rev. Dr. Wood, of New Albany, in which he very ably discussed many of the evils of our Government, and submitted some views in regard to slavery, which could not fail to meet with approbation from every candid mind. On the night of the 3d, the Kev. Jno. L. Martin preached. On Saturday, we were favored With a sermon from Rev. Mr. Taylor, and at night, the Rev. P. D. Gurley of Indianapolis, preached a most powerful and eloquent discourse on death-bed repentence. We had frequently heard of Mr. Gurley as one of the ablest pulpit orators in our State, and our expectations were fully realized." Two discourses delivered by the Rev. Thomas Smydth, D. D. of Charleston, S. C, are highly spoken of by the Gazette, as being of great power and eloquence. !e3"Tbe Last Cochterpane for the Hon. Henry Clay, was made by Mrs. Ann Warner, of Hartford county, Md., now in her 91th year; she did it all with her own hands in six weeks. Upon this a contemporary perpetrates the following: Beneath this Quilt, lies Henry Clay, Whom locos put to bed one day. Be quiet, Hal to rise is vain, Press'd down by many a counter pain. You're well tock'd up cease, then to scoff You cannot "kick ihe kirtr off?"

SPLINTER S.

United States Circuit Court. Judge Woodbury took his sett on the bench yesterday. Impressive and interesting proceedings in reference to the decease of Judge Story followed the opening of the court comprising an addresses by the district attorney on presenting the resolutions of the bar; a very ably drawn and impressive response by Judge Ware, long the associate of the deceased, and an appropriate recognition of the proceedings by Judge Woodbury. A further account of these proceeding will appear. The charge of the grand jury, by the new judge was listened to with much interest by the large crowd that assembled. It was generally regarded as clear, conservative, sound, and firm. Royalty in trouble. A French journal states thai the young Queen of Spain lately received a sound whipping from her mother, and that, hearing her screams, the guards at the door were about to enter, sword in hand, when the Marquis de Malpica hushed it up by saying that the young Queen had hurt her foot with a chair! i3Sleeping Arrangements. In speaking of the arrangements for reposing at night on board of canal packets, a lady a few days since remarked, thai it rr.ade her think of sleeping on a fence rail, and covtering herself with two yards of tape! (-According to Mr. Wakley, all that is requisite cure the most inveterate stammerer, is that be should inhale or draw in his breath strongly before attempting to speak. f5-Some wag tock a drunken fellow, pla ced bim in a coffin with the I id left so he could raise it, placed him in a grave yard, and waited to see the effect. After a short time the futnp? of the liquor left him, and his position beingr rather confined, he sat upright, and after looking around, exclaimed. "Well, I'm the first that's riil or else I'm confoundedly be'ateJ." tJ5rify.. noble Lord, asked a cler gyman once, at the bnttori or his table "Why the goose, if there was one. was always placed next the parson!" -Really," said he. ! can give you 1.0 reason for it; but your question is to odd, 1 thai! never Fee a goe again without thinking of your lordship." At the late conference of the English Wesleyan Metbndii-ts, they resolved not to admit to the Theological Institution any married student, or any person under en, gagemenlcf marriage. ftpr-Some fin itics have been preaching at Exeter to immense audiences, annojncing that the end of the world is fixed for the 10th of October next. OThe Death Lamp. A perron writing from France mentions the followingcunons scene, which presented itsplfon his visit to the vaults oftho church of St. Dennis, in which the French Kings are en torn bed; But the most singular or all other thine ih a lamp, which 19 kept burning on the coffin of Louis 18, and which, it is said, is to be continued burning until Louie Philippe dies he being the next King, i f he dies on his throne, to whom the lamp will pass, until his successor dies. Napoleon did not die on the throne, neither did Charles 10tb. consequently Louis I8th has not been buried, neither has the lamp ever been allowed to go out. It looks dreary and dark as midnight in the vault, and I voluntarily shuddered as I looked through the iron grating into the chamber of death and viewed ihe dark pall upon the tomb. The light of the lamp was more like a star flickcringtbrougb a dark cloud. It was indeed the chamber of death." Cin. Gaz. tCBaptists in the United Slates. From the Baptist Register for 1845, It appears that they number 5373 ministers. 9332 churche?. and 707.942 members. They have 12 chartered colleges and five theological seminaries. They publish fifteen weekly, five semi-monthly, and five monthly religions newspapers, six monthly magazine, and one Quarterly Review. The receipts of their principal benevolent institutions for the preceding year were, for the General Convention for Foreign Missions, 74,408; for the American Baptist Home Missionary Society, about $50, 000, and for the American and Foreign Bible Society, $20,577. More Copper. Matthias Siover, Esq. of Whitehall in this county, has left at our office a piece of Copper dug up by him in his garden. It has the appearance of being , nearly pure. Taken in connection with the large piece found by Judge Green on Portage Prairie, and with the specimens which Mr. Coquil'ard also found some time since, it would seem that, to a greater or less extent, copper is indeed imbedded in our county. South Rend Reg, &3The Wabash and Erie Canal wW bcompleted, and the water let in. lo. Cov ington, the county seat of Fountain, in about a week. This is about 30 miles below Lafayette. ICLead ore has been found in Harden county. IIL, near Shawneetow n, which yields from 63 to 85 percent. lEi'The rrpoit that an old lady, in her anxiety to hear a courting scene, run her head through a key hole, u not contradicted. EiTwo melancholy eases of poisoning with lead extracted by apple butter from red earthen crocks, recently occurred in a family residing about 6 miies from Greenupsburgh. A colored girl died rtpxt day, and a young man three days after partaking of iL A chemical analysis showed tfte presence of a large amount of the acetat and carbonate of lean. Never put any thing into glazed earthen crocks which issusceptible of undergoing the acetous fermentation. A Low Bred Woman. On who stay at home, lakes care of her children, arid never meidles wi'h the bii.ineos of hr neighbors. Stories aiinot extinct.