Indiana Palladium, Volume 6, Number 12, Lawrenceburg, Dearborn County, 27 March 1830 — Page 4

Fromthd West Jersey Obaerfer. Respectfully dedicated to Pea-Patch, Pota-toe-Patchy Turnip Patchy and ths other surviving relatives of the illustrous S.d M PATCH. Columbia weep! to mournful sadness bow, "If you bare te&ri prepare to shed them now." Be hushed each note of mirth and giddy song, While memory pours its plaintive dirge along. Let eypren wreaths in every ball be flung; And temples all ia sable curtains bung, For he whose fame through every clime has spread, Your dauntlest bero Samuel Patch is deadf But tho'be slumbers io oblivion's dust, The sculptor's chisel shall create bis bust, The page of bist'ry shall record bis fame, And future bards bis glorious deeds proclaim.

Fir'd with ambition's zeal, bis noble soul Sigh'd to ascribe bis name ooQjemory's scroll j He looked on science with diadinful eye, And ecorn'd the victors empty pageantry, His lofty mind on lofty pinions wbirl'd Resolv'd by jumping feats V astonish the world. Passaic first bis brave adventures viswM And at the eight in mute amazement stood; But soon he sought, impatient of delay, A wider field his valor to display. Where 'mid the craggy cliff's and foamiog sprty, Niagara's current bends its fearful way, Down fom a steep and lofty precipice, Burying its thunders in a vast abyss. Thence he repair'd, as on the height he stood, Looking disdainful on the boiling Hood. 'There's no mistake1 cried Sam, and headlong hurl'd Hit noble form Into the watery world. Now was our hero's victory complete, And glory crown'd bim by this dexterous feat; Happy for fame had he relinquished here, The splendid triumphs of bis proud career, But no, bis soul more daring than before Besolv'd to try bis jumping luck once more, And jump be truely did but sad to tell, He never baited 'till he plumped in h ! And now though uDcoofioed be roama abroad, Thro' the dark mares of (bat drear abode, Not all tbe throngs that follow in his- train, Could help poor Sam to jump to earth again. Alas! (bat one so brave and valiant here, Should close thus soon his chivalrous career: Had he escap'd (his sad, disastrous ill, Who can conceive tbe trophies of his skill? Perhaps ere long bis soul in vaulting mood, Had urged bim on to jump th' Atlantic's flood, Or bolder still to mount astride the moon, And elide along th' astonish'd rainbow down. But, solemn thought! ambition's soaring flight Was early doom'd to feel oblivions night; And now each patriot as he views tbe grave, Where rest in peace the ashes of the brave, Sball say, as pity vents the willing sigh, Here lies poor Patch of jumping memory !" From the New York Amulei. It is a mcrlifyiDg subject to those who are possessed of wealth and power, that there are blessings which wealth cannot purchase, nor prerogative command yet, without which, affluence is worthless, and power without use. It 13 of little account to be powerful, if we have not health-, or rich, if we have not a contented mind. Among others whom experience had taught this unpleasant truth, was the great Shah Abbas, the actual ruler 01 one of the finest, richest, and most extensive provinces of Peristan, and imagi nary Brother of the Sun, and Uncle to the Moon. 1 he magniucenco and spien dour of his palaces; the multitude of his attendants, & the costliness 01 hiseiuppages; the numbers of his armies, and their powers in the field were the wonder, admiration, and envy of all his royal cotemporaries. Aud yet Shah Abbas was unhappy. Then he added fresh beauties to his old palaces, and he caused to be erected new ones, still more splendid; he increa sed the number of his retinue and of bis armies his mandates, issued more peremptorily than ever, were executed more rigidly, and his subjects wondered and trembled at the power of Shah Abbas. Still he was discontented ; yes, he who dwelt amid the splendour and luxury of ( . palaces, oy wnose permission, merely, thousands lived; was more unhappy than the peasant in his humble cot, who only wore his beard, as it were, by license, and subject to the will of tyrannical caprice. Having at last discovered that those who were the executors of his power, or the servants of his luxury, could neither procure him happiness, nor inform him how or where it might be obtained, Shah Abbas summoned together the wise men of his court- those whose lives had been passed in the study of wisdom, and the acquirement of the theory of virtue. KTell me " said the Prince, "ye, who have spent many years in the pursuit of wisdom, and have reaped the fruits of labour and experience what is uccesgary lo constitute a happy man?1' Three days were allowed the sages, for the preparation of their answers; and be who gave in one that satisfactory, was promised a reward worthy of the propounder of the question. The hope of reward was great but tbe fear of punishment was greater; to state unwelcome truths might incur the displeasure of one in whose word was life or death; a risk they all very carefully avoided j for, when the day came

for the delivery of their answers -they were unanimously agreed in the opinion that to be happy, a man must be powerful and rich even as Shah Abbas. If the Prince had no reason to expect different answers, he felt little satisfaction in those which were given. Now it was in open court that the answers of the wise men were delivered, and it hapened, that among the persons present, was a travelling Dervish; one of a class to whom Devotion grants what pomp and etiquette would deny, a free access to the palaces and councils of Eastern kings. No sooner bad the cages concluded their glowing and eloquent depicturings of the happiness of him who is powerful and rich, than the listening Dervish abruptly broke the silence that ensued: "Ilrfd wealth and power constituted a happy being, his own feelings would have left the great Shah Abbas no reason for

inquiring on the subject; since he would have known that to be great and powerful was to be happy. Few words may suffice to describe, as well a language can do it what it is to be perfectly happy the change of a single word may do it; it is to be perfectly good; but if Shah Abbas would know further of human happiness, let him learn of Azim, of the Peaceful Valley for he is always hapAs it is permitted to the oriental Dervishes to enter, without invitation or apology, and in a dress little like that of the courtier, the palace of eastern kings, so it is permitted them to utter truths that would be recompensed with the bowstring if they proceeded from less highly privileged hps. Perhaps one reason ot this toleration may be found in fact that their notions of virtue are supposed to be the result of enthusiasm, or, at best, inv practible theories, which no one conceives himself obliged to honour, otherwise than by listening to thom. If the opiniona of the Dervish, in Shah Abbas's court, were dot at the time agreeable to that Prince, they excited a curiosity which caused him no small uneasiness on learning, nest morning, that he had left the palace, and by a route unknown. The discontent of the Prince from this time, continued to increase, and his desire of finding Azim, of the Peaceful Valley, grew so intense, that he at last determined upon going in search of his abode, unattended, and in disguise. In a few days after forming the resolution, he carried it into effect. After travelling all day,as chance di reeled, about nightfall he arrived at the I buiiiuiu ui a tony mountain, irom wnence a winding pathway led by a gradual descent, to a beautiful valley. The Prince did not however, immediately quit the summit of the mountain, but paused a while to contemplate and admire the scene below. On either side of the valley a lofty range of mountains, verdant with herbage, and adorned with trees, enclosed the happy 6pot from the rest of the world. A little rivulet, for it could scarcely be called a river, glided through the centre of the valley; and at short distances, on ! its mnpftln wptp Cpri iKn nrl-iit. t .- i-m " o ' "Hiit. muacs of the peasants, some peeping from between rows of lofty poplar, others from beneaththe pensile foliage of the willow. To every cottage was attached a gardenenclosure, and a portion of pasture, the fleecy tenant of which, added, in no small degree, to the picturesque beauty of the scene ; whilst here and there, on the mountain side, or on some jutting point, the daring goat was seen browsing on tbe luxuriant herbage. As Shah Abbas gazed on the delightful scene, the dusk of the twilight imperceptibly changed into tbe lovely brilliancy of moonlight. The Prince had often admired the effect of the moon's rays on the glittering domes of palaces and mosques; but whether it was the partiality for a novelty, or the just preference of good Ta3te and Reason, he thought he had never seen any thiug half so beautiful so heavenly as that moonlight Valley. "burely this must be the place of which the Dervish spoke," said the Princeashe descended the windingtrack of the mountain path; "and one of those sweet homes of innocence and humility must be the abode of Atfim." Having croosed the little stream at the mountain's base, by its rude bridge of trees, he went up to the first cottagedoor that presented itself. It was the abode of Azim. The Prince described himself as a traveller from Peristan, who had been assured of a hospitable recep tiou at the peasant's cottage by a Dervish whom he bad met on the road. "It was the good Dervish Feiishtah," said the peasant, "wo must not forfeit the character be has thought us worthy of receiving." Accustomed as Shah Abbas had been to smiling faces, kind looks, and fair words, there was something in the language and countenance of the peasant Azim, as he welcomed the prince to the cottage, he had never before heard or seen; for the first time in his life, too, he met with kindness, which was neither the peace-etfering of fear, nor the oblation of self-interested sycophancy; and a new and delightful feeling arose io his

bosom, when he who had only been feared as a Prince, found himself treated as a man. Every thing the produce of the Valley afforded wa3 set before the Prince by the peasant's daughter, with a cheerful alacrity, and a smiling grace, that bespoke a heart as kind, as her face and form were beautiful. It was the beauty of simplicity and nature, that would have charmed any where, but in that valley in that cottage, charmed doubly from its accordance with all by which it was surrounded. The Prince partook of the humble repast with a zest and pleasure, he had never felt at the sumptuous banquet of his regal palace. kYou are surely highly favored of Allah," said the Prince, "to whose lot it has fallen to inherit so beautiful a spot in this valley." "We mu3t be ungrateful before we can be unhappy," replied the peasant. "But do you never suffer from the devastations of the storm, or the ravages of the mountain-torrent?" inquired Shah Abbas. 4 We have the changes and vicissitudes of seasonshere, as well as elsewhere,' answered Azim; "and we sometimes experience what many, who dwell on the other side of the mountains, call accidents; but which we believe to be the will of Allah; we know that he purposes the good of his children, and we dare not murmur at the way in which he may choose (o accomplish his ends, whether by the sunbeam, or the storm; we know

that the visitations of His power are not like the aimless, wanton cruellies of an earthly Prince, but the exertions of om niscient goodness, II we should be happy only when the sun smiles on our valley, or when, as now, the moon illumines it with her rays, we should find many opportunities of being miserable; whilst all isbnghtand calm within, it matters not though the darkness and terror of the tempest may prevail rcithout." "But, suppose you should lose all that now makes you happy," said the Prince "I have a happy home in this cot," rejoined Azim; "I have wealth in the docks that are feeding in the pasture around me; I have a treasure beyond price in the daughter of my bosom; but if happiness depended upon these outward blessings how could I now be happy? knowing, as I do, that a few hours, nay, a few moments, may rob me of any of them and that a few short years must rob me of all? If we eudeavor to deserve the blessings of life, whilst they are good for us tbey will be continued t r . -1 ... 10 foncu mem at last is hut .1 tnfip tn pay for an inheritance of unceasing bliss." However just these statements might appear to the Prince,he was by no means convinced that happiness was so entirely independent of outward circumstances as A. im supposed; yet of one thing he felt assured on returning to his palace that neither great power nor much wealth were requisite thereto. It was not long before the Prince again visited the Peaceful Valley, disguised, as before. He met with the same kind welcome from the peasant aud his daughter as he experienced on his first visit. "It is well for me," said Azim, when the pleasures of a frugal repast gave place to friendly converse, "that truth was in the words 1 spoke at our last meeting; since then it has pleased the Allwise lo permit that ! should lose one portiou of the blessings which were then mine; a band of robbers descended from the mountains and drove off my llocks; 1 resisted, but in vain; and before1 my friends could rally to my assistance, the depredators had accomplished their purpose." -If you believe it to be the will f Heaven," said Shah Abbas, "that von bijould be robbed, was you not doin wrong in resisting those who were but the instruments olthat will?" "Not so;" rejoined the peasant "it is permitted, nay, commanded by Allah, that we should resist injustice he who does so, practises a virtue; aud if he resist in vain, loses not his reward; for surely be who dies in a good cause, gains more than the unhappy being who sur vives to possets the gains and tiiumph of Mjciessiui i) ranny, ' "Yet surely your happiness must be less from thu loss you have sustained," said the Prince. "1 am poorer but no les3 happy " replied Azim; "indubtry will soon supply the loss; beside, have I not still a home to shelter me from the storm; and a cuild to bless that home with her allecHons and her smiles?" Shah Aobas offered at the time nothing against the method in which the peasant comforted himself under bis loss, but he returned to his palace with his opinions a tittle shaken. Hehad indeed begun to act, as though a convert to the doctrine ot the peasant on the subject of an internal principle of happiness. He no longer sought lor pleasure io a merciless exertion of prerogative; and was in more than one instance induced to expend his wealth in acts of secret benilicence, that neither contributed to the beautifying of his old palace?', nor to the building ofnew oqss i

A few night3 after the visit of the king to the Peaceful Valley, a band of ruffians set fire to Azim's cottage, and carried off by brute force, his daughter; and the peasant, for the first time in his life, quitted the Valley, and sought the palace of Shah Abbas, to beg the assistance of the Prince in recovering his child. - He presented himself at the gate of the palace, but instead of obtaining the audience he craved, he was thrown into a gloomy dungeon. At midnight the disguised Prince visited him in the prison. "Unhappy, unfortunate man," said the Prince, "surely your trust in Heaven has been misplaced." "Not so," said the peasant, "it is all that is now left to me; if that could be taken from me, I should now be the most unhappy of men." "Andean a homeless man, a childless parent, one over whom the anger of a merciless prince, too, impends be otherwise than unhappy?" "That my heart bleeds for my lost child, is true, indeed ; that it throbs with indignation at the cruel tyranny of the king, is likewise true; but my trust in Heaven is not destroyed; how can I be unhappy, if, through the gloom f this place, a ray of heavenly hope shines on my 6oul; if 1 yet believe that all which has happened, is the will of One who is all powerful and good? They have burnt my cottage they have stolen my child, but that which is icithin, they cannot deprive me of. To him who has borne the losses which I have borne, the loss of life, is a gain, for it restores

to him all that wa3 of value." Since the need of consolation was denied, the disguised Prince did not attempt to offer any; but left the peasant, with an assurance that he would see him on the morrow, in the presence of the king. The morrow came, and the prisoner was brought into the presence of Shah Abbas; and at once recognized the traveller and visitor at his cottage in the Peaceful Valley. Azim knelt in the presence of the prince. "Rise, Azim," said Shah Abba?, "and behold in me the robber who deprived you of all that man could deprive you of ; but not of happiness; your flocks and your cottage I will restore; but the pride of your heart and your home your daughter, must henceforth if I have her assent and your's be the participator of that happiness which a Prince first j found in a peasant's home. Bring forth your precious charge I" At these words a doorbeside the throne was opened, and the peasant's daughter was in an instant in the arms of her father. The great Shah Abbas had never again occasion to trouble the sages of his court for the definition of a happy man. y From the Providence Patriot, EDITORIAL DIFFICULTIES. Scene Our Closet. Enter Mr. Barrboncs in a rage, Mr. B. Sir! you Sir! ho:j came you to publish my death? Sir, I am not dead. Don't you see my teeth ? Hagh ! ye troglodite! Editor. Not dead ! Then please mention it to the devil. He will correct it. Mr, B. Sir, I have nothing to do with that gentleman. You would have consigned me to his charge, sir, but I'm "not transferable." I'm a freeman born; I'm a Clay m;.n: a man of Clav and a man for Clay; and a city charter man. Editor. Well, sir, what do you want. Mr. B. I want you to take back what you said about my death. You said I left a wife and seven small children. Now, although I may have left as many small children, I never left a wife, because I never had one. You said a large circle of ineuds and acnunintanres mourned my loss. It is not true, 1 never had a friend and I am certain that my acquaintances neither did nor would mourn my loss, except those of whom 1 had borrowed money. Editor. Sir, your case is singular very very singular. Is it possible that you are not dead? Mr. B. Dead ! Why, don't you fee mj teeth? Editor. Well, sir I will apply the statement corrective to the wound which 1 have inflicted upon the sense of the public, in regard to your demise. (Writes.) "We are requested to state that the account of the death of Bdshazzer Brebones, Esq. which appean.d in this paper on the Oth inst. is totally unfounded. Barebones is alive and kicking. We also state that Mr. Barebones will show his teeth to any one who is skeptical." How does that suit vou? Mr. B. That's the thing exactly. My teeth, he!he! he! Mr. Editor, 1 II take I your paper. hil in ccstaty. n!cr a correspondent uiih marks of a settled 7r.elQ7chcly in his countenance. Editor. Ah, Tom! hew d'ye do tip us your digits do jou know, Tom, we?re delighted to gee you ; v nat is the ailing? Tommy crony, ycu look as if vou had been concocted ollha tears of the geniu3 of tragedy. You are aa melancholy as the mecn. Tom,, unfold ycur ,

"Sit he 1 :re. from our draper. Tom. What, pay a bill! Dath ot Heaven! Do you pay bills? Editor, Always, to be sure. Don't you? Tom. Pay a bill! Genius of Gentility shield me! I wonld'Ut pay a bill to be made an Emperor! Editor. Oh , Tom, we always pay our honest bills, But what makes you look so melaucholy? Tell uf, Tom. Tom. Do you know, my dear friend now I know you ore my friend, and would'nthuft my feelings, knowingly . do you know that in my last contribution to the Patriot, you made a mistake? Editor. No, indeed! what was it? Tom. In the word that is called beau iiful, the dot of the : was bent on one side and it looked preposterously it did, I assure you. (Upon this the Editor laughs nine minutes, by a gold Watch, and suddenly stops and says,) Editor, h it possible? Why, Tcm? we'll write an erratum. Tom. Well, do that's what wc want. But don't make mistake. Editor, You shall see. (Writes.) "Erratum. Our readers will bear in mind that in the communication made some days since by the Honorable Thtfmas Fitz Clareuce, (an esteemed and valued friend) through the columns of this paper, the dot of the i in the word "beautiful" is positively and decidedly recumbent. It is of the utmost important e, to the preservation of the analogy between the definition and aspect of the word in question, that the dot of the x should be in a direct line above its body. Critics and virtuosi will please remark.1' Totn. That'll do it. Now, my boy, I'll take your paper. Editor. And pay for it? Tom. Certainly in advance. Here (Pays and exist.) In 1780, the contest between Britain and America obliging the latter to strain every nerve to keep the army ia the field, the Assembly of Virginia enacted thatevery fifteen men should furnish a rccruit;orthat one of the number should be drafted, and forced to perform the duties of a soldier. To screen them from a draught, each division offered a large premium for a recruit, and persons of small estates were induced to enlist. Among the rest, was Thomas Suggs, who was received from one of the divisions by Col. Wishart the C unty Lieutenant in Princess Ann. Our young adventurer had a sum of money paid to him, then mounted guard, and was much approved of by the Col. who, in a few days, granted him a furlough,to go and take leave of his friend?, He soon af er riurred, and being upon duty, was discovered to be a young woman of small fortune, who had thus outwitted the Col. and obtained a considerable sura of such money as w3 then circulating. Cash! Cash! The Subscriber will gx6 $10 PER IVIONTH For good laboring bands at Portsmouth on tha Ohio, llSoniifs above Cincinnati. A passaga up on a steam boat will cost from $1 to I 53 eta. Tbe work on the Canal hsa just commenced, acdhanib will Had employment at e!l time?. LEMUEL MOSS. February 330. 8-85i2o THE ELEGAJVT 1JOHSE YOUNG riiOILOEBI,. w ILL stand tb3 season, commencinff tho first Monday in April and ending tbe first day of July, tbe first week at tbe stable of James Backhouse, below Harrison, and tbe sreoed week at tbe stable of Mr. Vatson,in Ebzibetbtoivn; and so changing throughout the seasoc. Young Florozel is a beautiful dark brown; 6 years old; rUiog 16 band; and in every respect well made and portioned for service under the saddle or in harness. He was sired by the celebrated imported borse Florczel, considered one of the best blooded in tho Un ion. Farmers and others would do well to eiamine Young Florozel before it ia too late to secure the benefits of the present season. The terms are moderate, and produL taken in payment C?For particulars, see printed bill. P. bJ.&iCKUOUSE. March 13, 1830 10 tf INDIANA PALLADIUM, P MATED JLYD PUBLISHED BY DAVID V. CULLEY, Publisher of the Lazvs of the United States'. TERMS. xhe PiArlvM PrintedweeWF roysl paper, t THiiKCUOLLAHs, on supp m r urn. urn pidtint eiid et the year; but v turn xmy ha dtschargfd t y ht p)ineM of TWO UOLLAKS in adw.c-:. or by paying1 TWO DOLLAUS and F1FVY CfcNTS t the expiration of six wtnthj. Those who itcehe their papers by tbe mail carrier, must pay the cairiajje, otherwise it will be chirped on their subscription. auyuutiscmknts conspicuously inserted no reasonabiettrms. Blank Deeds, Mortgage for bale at this Ome&.

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