Indiana Palladium, Volume 6, Number 2, Lawrenceburg, Dearborn County, 16 January 1830 — Page 4

From the Western Tiller. -THE GRAVE OF THE YEAR. Beyebuab'd, ev'ry toil! and each turbulent motion That ancircles the heart in life's treacherous, tnares; And the hour that invites to the calm ofdevo tion, Undiatoib'd by regrets unincumber'd witb caret.

How cheerless the late blooming face of crea tion! Weary time seems to pause in his rapid career; And reposing awhile 'midst bs own desolation. Looks exulting!? back on the grave of the year. Harkr the blast whistles loud and the shadows are closing, That enwrap his broad path in a mantle or night, While pleasure's gsy eons are securely reposin Undismayed at the wrecks that have number'd bis flight. From yon temple, where Fashion's bright torches are lighted, Her vot'ries io throngs, crown'd with garlands, appear; And C88 yct lDeir w&rm kPes no 8Pcctres affrighted) Assemble to dance round the grave of the year! Oh t bate the stale banquet that triflera have tasted, When I think on the ills of life's comfortless day: How the Bowers of my childhood their verdure have wasted, And the friends of my yocth have been stoles away. They know not how rain is the warmest endeavor, To woo the kind moments so slighted when near, When the hours that Oblivion has eancell'd forever Her hand has entomb'd in the grave of the year. Since the last solemn reign of tb;s day of re flection, What crowds have resigned life's ephemeral breath f How many have shed the last tear of dejection, And elo8'd the dim eye in the darkness of death! How many have audden their pilgrimage ended, Beneath the sad pall that now covers their bier; Or to death's lonesome valley have gently des tended And found their last bed in the grave of the year. Tit the year, that so late its cew promise dis closing, Rose bright on the happy, the careless 8c gay, W ho now on their pillows ofdoat are reposing, While the sod presses cold on their bosom of clay. Then talk not of Bliss while her smila is ez pi ring I Disappointment still drowns it io Misery's tear, Reflect and be wise! for the day is retiring, And to-morrow will dawn on the grave of the year. Obi trust not the gleam of life's perishing ta per, So faintly that shines o'er the wanderer's bead; 'Twill expire, when no sun may dispel the thick vapor, No dawn of the morning revisit thy bed. As breaks the white foam on the boisterous billow, So the visions of pleasure and hope disappear; The night winds that moan through the boughs of the willow: The shades that now meet round the grave of the year. Yet awhile and around ca no seasons will flourish, But Silence for each ber dark mansion prepare; Where beauty no longer her roses shall nourish, Nor the lily o'erspread the wan cheek of despair. But the eye shall with lustre unfading be brighten'd When it wakes to true bliss in yon orient sphere, By Sunbeams of splendor immortal eoligbten'd, Never more to go down on the grave of me year. From the New England Galaxy. ADVENTURES OF A WOODEN LEG. Before you had those timber toes Your love I did allow, But then you know you stand upon Another FOOHISGnow. I am one of those unfortunate whites

who have found themselves obliged tojlhe occupant to trust him with these call in the carpenter for the purpose ofcret this was the most unlucky circum

mending their mortal frame. I wasUtanee of allhe was Joe Clackabout, a born complete, as sound as a pumpkin,! person with whom I had been involved in

aim wiui jjdir oi as siurdy limbs as ever kicked. I stumped about merrily on both of them during mv youth, never dreaming that I should 'one day be indebted for the same peripatetical faculty, toa SUCK OI woou.

ant the war w.th Great Britain, immediately, or el4 th! cat would be waTfn"! rr0n,Ke.fr0ntier- !outfhebW. Ithoughtof Beau Babwas in many battles, but managed ibleton, the foppish fellow mentioned throughout n;arU the who e of the con- above, as a personam on whom? mitrhl

flict to keep lead and cold iron out ofiwith

me. I began to think myself bullet proof, but never was a conjurer more mistaken, as I soon found out, at the battle of Plattsburg, by the help of a cannon balj wh.:ch took effmj leg just below the

knee This happened in the beginning

of the action, and I fell into the hands of the enemy. We got the victory at last, as is well known, and wnen ine nrmsn retreated, I was carried oft by them along with some of their own wounded. was duly reported by the American returns 'among the missing' and my friends all imagined me dead After lying some time in the British hospitals 1 was sent to Montreal, where I met with a very ingenious French mechanist who fitted me with a new limb, so admirably constructed with springs and hinges, that after a short practice, I found myself able to manage it with so much dexterity, that it passed with the world for the real bone of my bone and flesh. I was sent home to Boston afier the peace, and received by my friends as one risen from the dead. They little imagined on eeeing me safe aud hearty, that I had one foot in the grave. Now thouqh I might have claimed and received a pension for the loss of mJ 'e yet resolved to keep the mat ter a secret, as who would not? No body wishes to be pitied for his wooden shins, when he can have the credit of owning a pair of real live stumpers. No mortal of my acquaintance suspected that 1 had a sham leg, and I was resolved to take no pains to divulge the secret, but if I got a kick upon my wooden 6hin even to scratch where it did not smart. The pertinacity with which I have stuck to this determination, has led me into the oddest adventures. I was kicked by a horse on my fictitious limb, and to the astonishment of every bo;ly walked home after if, without so much inconvenience as a sprained ancle. 1 was bitten by a mad dog most furiously in the same place, and every one prophesied that I shoald die, but I got well of the bite and amazed them all. A cart wheel run over my foot and jammed it into a eock ed hat; no one but admired the fortitude with which I bore the pain. Walking home one cold day with the Doctor, I stepped with one foot mid leg deep in a puddle of water. The doctor was posi tive that I should take cold in coi.6equence of it, and I won a wager of him by not coming off hoarse the next morning, to his utter astonishment. But this unfeeling limb of mine has sometimes brought me into awkward scrapes. I never shall forget how supremely foolish I felt one evening, when I had been ridiculing most unmercifully a certain foppish, conceited, pragmaiical fellow about the town; all this I did in the presence of his two sisters, whom 1 did not know to be such, and never imagined that my friend Walter who sat next, me would let me run on in such a strain without apprizing me of the blun der I was committing. 'Why you in comprehensible fellow,' said he to me as soon as we came away, 'what the ven geance possessed you to keep on talking in that style, when I was treading upon your toes every instant to make you stop?' Once, indeed, I came very near being discovered, and the artifice by which 1 escaped detection had the strangest ef fects. Who would believe that the ghost of a wooden leg could break off a match? or that by saving my limb, 1 made Mr. Beau Babbleton lose his mistress? 1 will tell the whole story, for it is seldom that a wooden leg has kicked up such a dust. One very dark evening I was walking homewards through a street where the sidewalk was somewhat narrow, and cellar entrances projected quite out to the curbstone. One of these happening to be covered with a wooden grating, and in walking over it I trod in the dark upon a defective part, and my foot broke through. It was my wooden leg, and in my endeavor to extricate it, the unfortunate limb broke loose and fell into the cellar! Here was a terribly awkward situation for a fine gentleman to be in. There was no getting my lost leg out of its limbo in the dark, and to apply for help would discover me. Luckily I had my walking stick, and with the help ol that, made shift to hobble to my lodgings, where I arrived undiscovered, thanks to the darkness of the hour. But the diffi culty was not over. 1 had lost my leg and no one could make me such another: or, if it could be replaced, the thing could not be effected without a delay of many days, and the story would infaliably get wind. What should I do? 1 knew the house into which my stray limb had stept, but was not upon the right terms with a quarrel, and was moreover an arrant buty body. In short he was no man to entrust with the secret of a sh.m leg. At last a thought struck me of a meth od to get my leg and save mv credit, for i i..-..w I'ii snvvniMinlv fhnf l u 1 1 some conscience, play the trick of lathering my lost limb; 1 had got reyself wuuui wim nis sisters ana iwoor three score of their gossipping female acquaintance, oy means of the same un

tractable member. The plan was. tbis'ln what ship, honey? How were all at

to send by a trusty servant a note to Mr. Clacka'bout, requesting the leg in the name of Beau Babbleton, by which means I should get my limb again without being suspected, and Beau might acGount for the superfluity of shin bones in his own animal economy as well as he Was able. The plan succeeded to admiration; and much better than 1 looked for. I

had the luck to see a darky passing my window in the morning, and him I sent

off with the note. You may judge oflGood bye, John, Til see you again,

the surprize and astonishment of Mr. and Mrs. Clackabout and his two sisters, as they sat at breakfast, when they receiv ed the following: "Mr. Babbleton's compliments to Mr. Clackabout, and requests he will have the goodness to dispatch him his leg by the bearer it will be found in the cellar. Mr. B. hones to he excused for stepping through Mr. C's cellar door last evening." Nobody knew what to make of this strange epistle at first. One thought it a hoax, but on sending into the cellar to examine, the leg was fouod sure enough, and the breech iu the cellar door where the mis-step had been made. And then what a staring and wonderment there was among the Clackabouts at the discovery ot Deau uooieton s artince. VVrho would have thought u? they all ex claimed a tip-top dandy, a buck of the first water, an irresistable creature among the ladies, and yet, doing all this with a wooden leg. Oal monstrous! However after a pretty close scrutiny of this unfortunate limb, it was delivered to Cuffy, who passed for Beau Babbleton s servant, as no questions were ask ed, and my stray appendage was brought to me without any discovery being made. Now was Richard himself again; but Beau Babbleton absolutely beside him self. Mr. Clackabout chanced to meet him the same forenoon, and wi? heel him joy on the recovery of his leg! Beau re plied that his leg had nevr been ill. 'N t ill, to be sure,' said Mr. Clack about, 'but terribly out of joint.' Out of joint? out of joint, sii ! that do you mean? 'Oh I dont mean that it was hurt in breaking through the cellar dooi ; in-1 deed, I believe it was sent back in good orner, and truly you walk very well with it one would (jever supectyou.' 'Never suspect me! I don't understand you, sir; pray, what do you suspect me of?' 'Of getting the boot on the wrong foot, for you need not think to mystify me. What '.brave it out in this fashion, when you left it in my cellar last night, and I sent it to you this morning!' 'Really, Mr. Clackabout, you talk like a man who has lost his senses.' 'Really Mr. Babbleton, your effrontery is too much to bear. You will make a lame piece of work of it, and get yourself into a hobble. I ad visa )ou to show a little more understanding.' And with

these punning allusions to Beau's fanci- ladies?' 'Nat often,' said I. 'My good ed infirmity, Mr. Clackabout walked off. fortune,' continued he, 'in several barPoor Babbleton was utterly confound- gait s, began to be rumored around; and ed, at being snubbed and brow beaten in as I went constantly to tho church with this incomprehensible manner. But my master, several damsels looked kindly this wa9 cakes and gingerbread to what on me: one more especially, the daughter happened afterwards, lor the Misses of a wealthy merchant ever the vay; Clackabouts told the secret of Beau's and her blow, it seemed to on, relaxed wooden leg in the customary way; that from the prudish severity of an heiress, is, they told it in confidence to all their when her eye met mine. Push! taid my acquaintance, and the consequence was, good genius. 'And bietsings on you,

the greatest rout and stir among the beau monds that ever was known in Boston. Miss Tiftaffety, whom Beau had engaged to marry, (being his seventeenth flame,) was so shocked on hearing the intelligence that she called for hart9hom, and vowed she would never see him again. The match was therefore broken off, for nobody could ever persuade her the story was incor rect, as she knew him to he euilty of iaise wnisKers, and a buckram and whalebone waist, and a sham leg was a horse of the same colour. Beau was oblig-d to put up with his ill luck, but he never could endure the sight of any thing that reminded him of a wooden leg afterwards. Even to this day, he never sees a person with a hitch in his gait without a sigh. PUSH. Riding the other day in a stage coach, all alone with an I.ish gentleman, we became quite sociable, and he gave me the following account of his life; "When twenty years of age, I was at school, learning surveying & i-avigation. And do you mean to travu?' sid ni) master What 'think vou of America?'

said 1; for -vc were then in Du.igannoejtnotto. 0li, as to that,' said the smiling county, Tyrone, Ireland. 'America I'jgirl, 'yeu may ask my mother anything

repealed he, 'America is a vast growing country go, John, and behave yourself as becomes a true Irishman, and ) ru may eat white bread in your old age, and drink a glass of old sherry.' At a little more than 21, 1 sailed from Cork, in the good ship. Queen Dido, and landed in 57 days at New Castle. 1 hied me ap to the city in a trice, wandered the streets a stranger for two days, when on the third, who should I happen to meet but Ned McClosky, an old townsman. 'Bv J s,' said he, 'if this isn't our old friend John Varnham! When did you come?

heme? Why, your cheek looks as red as a potatoe, man. You'll grow white in this country, boy; but (running on without waiting for an answer,) what's your motto?' 'What's my motto?' enquired I, 'what is that' 'A short bit of a sentence to direct you thro' life you'll have to take one. See, continued he, touching a flask of whiskey which he carried, and pointing to a buxom looking

huzzy that was just passing A short life and a merry one that's my motto. "! 1 U TVin Pi! eon rnn n rr;i i n away he flew, half seas over, bound for a short life, methought, whether for a merry or a ead one, was a matter of doubt. Going up Chesnut street thinks I, does every man take a motto on setting out in life? What shall I choose; A motto! Let me see when upon an inner floor, I saw in large letters PUSH. That shall be my motto, said I and on the impulse of the moment, my right hand was on the door, my foot over the threshold, and I found myself io the middle of an office of some sort. After pausing a moment, a gentleman stepped up and enquired my business. 'To tell the honest truth,' said I, 'none special with any one mortal man in paiticulur bat 1 am an Irish lad, a perfect stranger, just come to America, to seek my lor tune. 'Have you money?' said the gentle man. 'Nothing but 5 guineas, the gift of my angel mother,' said 1, 'common learning. Irish honesty, and a heart to be grateful to any one that will put me in a way to be useful.' 'Why,' said the man, smiling, 'I like your frankness, and really will venture to trust some thing to that face. You can write very well then copy that paper.' 1 did so, and found myself in a snug birth, with plenty to do for an imiustrioua man plenty to eat and drink tor a temperate man and satisfactory compensation for a reasonable man, My employer was a scrivener, and sometimes dealt in the purchase ot re estate on speculation. Hearing him deliberating one day, aboui a purchase, 'Push,' whispered m) good gu.ius. It cannot fail, sir,' saia 1, 'ana it I might be permitted, I would glridly take halt ihe bargain.' Onjoui luck am? judgment, John,' taid my employer. We nougat the property, aided by a loan, aud in ninet) das realized a thousand pouuds. 1 was now two and twenty? the bloom of my cheek had tne freshness of youth and health a pit or two of the small pox did not niar my good looks my hair twisted about my forehead iu clusters ol curls, which, tho' I seemed careless about them, were matters of some little vanity, and 1 did not like to part with them; my ekin, under my sleeves, was while as snow, and except that J wa3 a little bow-kneed, (1 had that from my grandfaihei, S r Pnelim,) you would not find a propeier person in a bummer's day. Did you ever know an Irishman that had not a warm heart towards the rny sweet damsel,' said I, halt s hispenug as 1 took an opportunity to pass by her side, in the street half a square on her way home from meeting one afternoon. 'And church is doubly pleasant when yen and the like of you, attend morning and evening. Nocffence in sa) ing so, I hope charming lady.' ie? 5i, v replied she, but not very angrily. Push! 1 1 r . saui my gooa genius, lor my heart faultered a little. 'Who else but your bon ny self, miss, continued I, 'for that sneaking eye and tell-tale Up, gay that it i& your mother's daughter who has a kind heart and gentle affection and 'Fie, rie, Mr. Varnhaiu,' said she, for it enis she knew my name 'I am sorry if there's any thing in my countenance so communicative as to warrant a gentleman who is almost a stranger, to address me in such a manner, and in such a place. No youi g woman should listen to that sort of address ceilainly without a mother's leave.' And meiho't she half lingered, instead ol quickening her pace, to hear it I had any thing to rcplv. Push! said my good genius. 'In Ireland, dearest,' saul !, 'our lathers often make love going heme from churcb, and if you would eive me leave to ask your mother's opprobatwh here I stammered in spite of my you please. The same evening, reluming from bathing in the Delaware, for the day had been sultry, a sudden bustle and cry of distress arrested my attention, in, at that hour, an unfrequented place, The cry of a fellow man in trouble, is always, you know, a command to a true Irishman to Push, My cane was my shelalahjone villain 'reeled in an instant, with a broken head and the other, though twice my size, sunk beneath an arm that wai nerved by humanity and dutv. Assistance soon gathered, and on placing my priioner into the hands of an ctBccr, who'oi,

should lie wounded and hh edirg before me, but the honoured father of'Hah, your sweetheart the pretly dam

sel vou had half courted comieg from meeting?' 'The very same. I trek him home, where he introduced me as tho saviour of bis life from robber? and mur derers. In less time than a fhip could sale to Cork and home again, 1 was jun ior partner in a wholesale store, and the loveliest girl that has lived for a thousand years, blessed me with her heart &, hand. Thank G.d, I have been prosperous in my basket and my store. Our children are a blessing to us, as I hope they will be an honour to their country ; and we have enough for them and ourselve?, and somewhat for the. poor.' The stars that guide the wanderer right, Are virtue fair and honor bright: Bo temperate, study jit and kind. Then Push, and fortune you shall find. Village Record. It is Dot the smiles of a pretty face,nor the tint of thy complexion, nor the beauty and symmetry of thy person, nor yet the costly robes and decorations that compose thy artificial benuty; nc nor that enchanting glance, which thou dartest with euch lustre en the man thou t deignest worthy of thy affection. I? ia thy pleasing deportment thy chaste conversation thy sensibility and the purity of thy thought? thy affable and open disposition comforting the ffilicted relieving the distressed and above all, that humility of soul, that unfeigned and perfect regard of t te precepts of Christianity. These virtues constitute thy loveliness. Adorned but with those of nature and simplicity, they will shine like the refulgent sun, and display to man that the loveliness of thy person is not to be: found in the tinsel ornaments of thy body, but in the rerlectionof the rectitude and serenity of a well spent life that soars above the transient vanities of this world. And when thy days are ended here upon earth, thy happy spirit shall waft to the regions of eternal bliss. Differences in Lazes. The pacha of Eg)pt a year or two since, decreed that every ibo bodied man, twenty-cue years of age and upwards, should have at least two wive. The lw in North Carolina is, that every man who has two wives shall he hanged. So much for the visdm of lawgivers ! A village inkeeper, at whose house Yi Itaire on a certain occasion stopped, spared no pains in order to pay homage to his illustrious guest by a suitable reception, and at every minute dispatched his garcons in all directions, totheirno small discontent. One of the latter at length impatiently observed, 'This M. de Voltaire, I suppose, must be a king 'My good fellow,' replied the master with all the action of a Frenchman, there are twelve kings in Europe, and there is but one Voltaire in the world.' Ketf, in his Flowers of Wit, gives an outrageous specimen of pulpit punning, published in asermon written preached in the reign of James I. The dial (says ihe preacher) shows that we must die all: yet notwithstanding all houses are turned into ale houses; Paradise is a pair of dice; our marriages are merry ages; matrimony is a tn titter of money; our divines are dry vines; was it so in the davs of Joah?Ah no Liverpool paper. Hog Reeve- Ir a iewn cf N. H, a gentifrrssn oi uepepular polilic?, iiulependent manner? Sz. dry wit, was c hosen hog reeve, by waj of "putting upon him," the school boy's phrase is. After the Ichoice was announced in due from, the gentleman rose and thanked the t h ctr.13 tor the lienor which tbey had conn ireil upon him; and added, raising his voire; "1 now give you all notice, that while I continue in office, no szn'ne in this town shall be permitted to evade the statute by merely walking on his kind legs." Some of the assembly were angry, some laughed, and finally all separated in pretty good humor, both with themselves and their new functionary. Newark Gaz. Prodigality. A fellow stepped up to the bar of a country tavern, and tried out,'4 Landlord, let's have a glass of water and a craker." His wish was com plied with, and as he commenced the destruction of the eatables he had ordered, he added, turning round to his companion?, "Never stand for expense, boys, when you're on a spree Y LND I A NAPA LL A DIUmT PRINTED AND PUBLISHED BY DAVID V. CULLEY, Publisher of the Lazvs of the United States TERMS. I The PittABirw i printed wrtklv, on aunv A royal paper, at TUftEE DOLLARS, ptrbi.nurrfX paid &l ihe end of" the year; but winch mv If r cl I Ul Vl (I r fTC (1 klf I k - r. k n .. C 1 II' . . . . 1 ir. aJv&nce,or by pajirg TWO DOLLARS and FIFTY CENTS at the txpiration of six months. Those who receive their papers by the mail carrier, must pay the carriage, cthervube it will be chtred on their subscription. rcwwimbk; icrrop, ADVERTISEMENTS conspicuously inserted