Locomotive, Volume 9, Number 7, Indianapolis, Marion County, 14 July 1849 — Page 1

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W W MM ft e & t i M . Slander. ' Never fear, but go ahead, In self relying strength ; What matters it, that malice said, I've found him out at length. Found out what? an honest man Is open as the light ; So search as keenly as you can, You'll only find all right. Yes, blot him black with slander's ink, He stands as fair as snow ; You serve him better than you think, And kinder-than you know. What! is it not some credit then, That he provokes your blame ? This, merely, with all better men, Is quite a sort of fame. Through good report, and ill report, The good man goes his way, Nor condesends to pay his court To what the vile may say ; Aye, be the scandal what you will, And whisper what you please, You do but fan his glory still, By whistling up a breeze. The little spark becomes a flame, If you won't hold your tongue, Nobody pays you for your blame, Or cares to prove it wrong; But if you will so kindly aid And help a good man's peace, Why, really, one is half afraid Your ill report should cease. W. M. W.

f mall Pox No. I. Messrs. Editors. As the small pox has lately visited some parts of the State, doubtless there are many anxious to understand a little of the history and character of this the most loathsome of all diseases. To gratify this praiseworthy desire, as well as to contribute to the general safety, these few lines, with your permission, may pass before your numerous and intelligent patrons. The time when small pox originated is not handed down to us by the ancient writers. A modern author, in his history of small pox, labours to prove that it existed a thousand years before the Saviour, in China, and Ilindostan. This opinion has been, wc think, successfully contradicted by some of Europe's ablest

physicians! The Greek and Roman writers, who were close observers and admirable in description, have remained silent on this exciting disease, while te most worthy writers of the profession gree that the precise period of its origin is lost in antiquity. In the year 672, Aaron described a disease similar. to small pox, which, he says, broke out at

Mecca, in Arabia, when the Abyssinian army ap

peared in hostile array before that renowned city,

which was the same year in which Mahomet was

born, 571 A. D. But a full description ot the dis

ease was not given until the tenth century, when

Rhazes, a phvsician of Bagdad, wrote it. Ihedis

ease having broken out in Asia, the Saracens car

ried it into Africa, and from thence the Moors in

troduced it into southern Europe. It was not known in the New World before the discovery of Colum

bus. In 1517 it was imported to St. Domingo. In

1518 the Spanish took it from Cuba to Mexico, and

in a very short period of time three millions of the

kingdom perished by its awful ravages. Some mod

ern writers say, that Indian tradition represents the

I existence ef small pox in their country, long previ

ous to its discovery by the Spanish, but the observation of the times contradicts tradition, and clearly traces the transmission of the disease to Europeans. The causes which gave rise to its origin were, never discovered, and every subsequent effort at their investigation has proved fruitless. The opinion generally entertained is, that no one contracts the disease, in our day, except by contagion ; yet from the observation of many, the same misterious causes that gave it origin have not become extinct, but are, though seldom called forth

to create airesn tins burning pestilence, it ts a

very unreasonable supposition that causes existed in the sixth century, or before, within Arabia or China, which produced the small pox virus, that has ever since spread terrors and death through the world, and then, as though alarmed at their own progeny, left the world never to return. The fact that this disease has often- manifested its presence without passing from individual to individual, gives some grounds for the belief that certain occult atmospheric changes, acting directly on miasma! exhalations, often prove a prolific source to the peculiar contagions effluvium wl ich is now called small pox. Varieties, course, and symptoms in the next.

Sabbath Musing. " I have a passion for the name of Mary." Byron has immortalized the name of Mary the Mary

of his early dream, ere the age of manhood had

kept pace with the developments of passion. And

not with him alone, but there are but few who have

lived in this world, who have not had some "Mary,"

the bright star of childhood's sky.

" Mary, sweetest name of woman ! Name by

which some of us may hail a wife or sister in Heaven : name of the mother of Je3us, made holy by

poetry and religion." Since that early time, when woman was first to me a " beauty and a mystery,"

my heart has not ceased to beat a quicker march to the sound of that name. .

Yet, there is another sense in which, to me, it is

beautiful. When Naomi aud Ruth were driven

from the land of Moab, in poverty and distress;

when Ruth, in the beauty of filial love, replied un

to her adopted mother, " whither thou lives! will I live; where thou diest, 1 will be entombed" When Moab's plains sent forth a wailing sound, the requiem of her dead offspring, and Ntiotni, in the anguish of her widowed heart, called herself 'no longer Naomi, the blessed, but Mara, the desolate and broken hearted., And in this sense, too, has the name descended to many of the sorrowing daughters of humanity, for so many of the lovely and beautiful have borne

the name of Mary, and found it a well of bitterness. Mary, queen of Scots, and queen of the hearts of all that came within the hallowed circle of her acquaintance, who died the victim of tyranny. The Highland Mary of Burns, the Mary of his early idolatry, when will her name cease to be hallowed in song and slory amid the legends of the heart. The Mary of Emmet, the double victim of oppression's wrong, who wandered in vain, with kind friends to cheer her lot, away through the classic scenes of Italy ; by Leman's lake in vain, and died with the memory of her martyred Emmet enshrined in her tomb. Earthly affections may wither, love decay, ambition's dreams prove baseless illusions, and all that

we know or dream of happiness steeped in the bitter dregs of misery, yet so long as the memory of Irving is kept bright in the human breast; so long

as Moore's Melodies sha.l respond to the unvvriten music of our natures, that Mary, whose fate suggested one of Moore's finest lyrics, will stand -forih ia bold relief, a type of 'all that is constant jxxiti faith-

ul in woman nature. Search the annals of the world's history,' wher

ever there i3 abiding love,

' That asks not, that s? ks not, what is in that heart,"' :

wherever there is beauty, and intellect, -and forti

tude, and endurance, and all that renders womanhood pure and unsullied, and unites her to inhabitants of the upper spheres, when suffering and sorrow'shall have purified the dross and earthy from sinborn humanity that woman is a Mary i?i spirit.' 'True, there are such that rejoice not in this cognomen. There are true woman, the beau-ideal of all that is fair, and loveable in existence, who have some other name; but there are few Mary's in name, who are not all we would expect from such an appellation. There is one Mary, that comes athwart my memory now. She was not the ideal of my moonstruck days, but she was tome the personification of what woman should be. She, too, was crossed in her first love, but early sorrows tempered, and purified,' and developed the good of her nature, and she lived to breathe the kindnesses of her self-denying nature o'er her friends and relatives. She is now married, filling that sphere for which she is well fitted, after an affection that bound up the relaxing chords of a husband's health, and restored hi tii to be an ornament to a noble profession. Such a woman is an honor to human nature, elevating the character of womanhood A beacon star is the sea of life, reconciling us to the world, for it proves that all are not vain and flippant, but some are kind friends and considerate that there is still a leaven of good in human nature, and that the world has its bright spots of truth and goodness, that shed a halo of beauty around existence.

After the sultry and oppressive weather which has kept the people close in doors for a few days, we notice many of our young bloods enjoying a stroll just before retiring for the night. This is