Marshall County Democrat, Volume 3, Number 7, Plymouth, Marshall County, 7 January 1858 — Page 1

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PLYMOUTH, INDIANA, THURSDAY, JANUARY 7, 1858. (Whole No . HI Vol. 3 ITo. 7.)

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TUB MARSHALL DEMOCRAT, PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY MORNING, BV McDONALD & BROTHER.

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Onwr.nl, and upward, till it reached the stars,

Safe from turbulent winds, and threat'ning wars. Him, too.it armed with Heaven-annointed shield, Who crossed a zone of waters to the field, Where sultry blows the Simoon's pois'nous breath And fills the land with danger and with death. Where tiger-jungle, and where lion-den Lie closely ambushed with the haunts of men; Where springs the tropic verdure, op where flows Perennial streams from everlasting snows, Him, who, from fond delights of home and hearth From old familiar scenes of quiet mirth, Has wandered, and with Christ's religious rod, Has led the heathen to the Christian's God. Thus in the hist'ry of their time have stood The sons ef chivalry and noble blood, Whose brilliant course made bright by sterling acts, Should lamp all future ages on their tracks. From the broad scroll ot Rome's eternal fame We read the "Course of Emp're," and the name And greatness that a nation may display, Whose sons heroic patriotism obey. From classic and from storied page of Greece, Where brightly shone the arts of war and peace; Where civic glory gemmed with stars and gold The laurel hilted sword of warrior bold, There we may learn in lessons most sublime The starry radiance of heroic time. But there 's another era brighter still Than ever sat on Rome's eternal hill, Or spread its glory o'er the clas 2.c grove, Where Plato walked, and Sappho sang of 'love; It is that time in story most renowned, When Freedom waked at patriot calling sound, When noble sires of whom, you, Patrons, are, Declared 'gainst Tyranny unequal war. Long, long upon fame-leaf shall story record it, And by foul injustice, and base legislation, They broke every bond, and betrayed every trust. But Freedom spoke out, with the voice of an angel, And sounded a call to the Freemen of earth, Who rose, in the strength of the Right, not of numbers, And gave to Columbia freedom of birth. Oh, hard was the contest, and many the freemen, Whose bones wers left bleaching on Liberty's plains, . But ' onward, " " still onward, " they cry, " until vict'ry Shall free us forever from Tyranny's chains." In union and courage those heroes united To stay the strong arm, and the pestilent's breath And, fighting, they chanted in national chorus, "Give liberty to me, or give to rae death." That prayer rose aloud to tho "(Jod of all battles," Who heard, and derided for justice and truth, He stayed the strong powrrof foreign invasion, And gave to us freedom and vigorous touih. Oh, never recorded on Fame's mantled story, Were greater achievements of patriot .eal, Nor ever shone brighter the fame-leaf of glory, Than flashed from the pointsof colonial steel. Then rouse ye, my Patrons, and fill up your "bumpers," Let healths to the goddess thanksgivingly rise, Who guards our fair country, and proudly proclaims her "Tho queen of the world, and the child of the skies." But oh, alas, where now is patriot worth, The statesman's pleasing grace, and hero-birth? Where now those clarion notes of eloquence, Which thrilled for Freedom, and in her defense, Stilled the loud clamors of a peijured band Who strove against their countrymen and land? Where now the mighty shades that once did fill The fields of Lexington and Bunker hill, Whose storied deeds are 'graved on every heart? Have these great spirits, now, no counterpart? Alas! how changed, how sadly changed tho times; How sickly flows the long trochaic rhymes, Which sing the heroism of now! How dark The feebly flashing of the vestal spark, Which now must lamp the goddess on her way, And lure to favor and to queenly sway. Where public concord once had purest shrine, And patriotism and gentle courtesy CLtwine, Now jealousy and hatred doth appear, Which fiercer grows with eaeh revolving year. In Congress halls where once the the trumpet tone, Was consecrate to Liberty alone, Is heard, instead, a turbid party strife, With personal abuse and libel rife; Where all the hopes, and interests of 6tate Are rudely swallowed up in fierce debate. The North and South, who once, have bravely stood, And bathed a common battle-field with blood, Who,once, like brothers all, their wrongs redressed, Arc now, like devil-fiends, with hate possessed; And showeringdown their epithets like rain, One gives the lie the other gives the cane. Shame to their patriot sires, whose names they bear, Shame to the nation, whose best gifts they wear, Shame to the banner, now o'er us unfurled, Shame to our Union, now scoffed by the world. Well may the son of revolution line, Whose tottering limbs have borne him to this time, In horror wild, well may he now, I say, With streaming eye, lift up his voice and pray, Oh Goddess, Freedom, Daughter of the Sun! Whose holy mission here has just begun; Though much insulted, slighted, and abused, Though much thy state and character traduced, Oh take thyself not from us quite away, But linger with us still another day ! As king Eolus heard the bitter cry Of goddess Juno, and did fain comply, And pour'd the roaring winds upon the sea. Let now my anguished prayer be beard by thee! Stay, sainted Virgin, stay these wild alarms, And lure thy stranger sons back to thy arms;

Disperse this harlot ruler, Anarchy j And by thine own mysterious alchemy Transmute these factions, turbulent and boidj

Into the purest streams of liquid gold. Some love thee yet, and keep within their hearts, Unstained by party-strife and party -arts, Their word and oath from perjury as few, As 'twas the day when first 'twas pledged to thee 'Tis for their sake most fervently I pray, That, as in olden time destruction's day Was oft averted for the "righteous free," So now, this danger may be stayed by you. I love thee, noble Mistress, and when youth Nerved up this palsied arm to strike for Truth, I mingled in thy contests and thy wars, And 'tis for thee, I wear these honored scars; But now, when time has silvered o'er my head, And robed me for the place where deep the dead, Oh hear my prayer, and ever o'er my grave, Let thy broad banner freely, proudly wave, And let thy lute-strings harp my funeral song, And blazoned panoplies the strain prolong! Most noble prayer for these "degen'rate times, So much in need of bold satyric rhymes, So much in need of Junius' scathing pen To bring to light the deeds of wicked men; But other subjects claim my humble muse, And humbler thomes she would more fitly choose. Women were heroines once of noblest worth, And owned their native greatness from its birth; But now, alas! they've lost that better part, And clasped a luring wanton to their heart. Ah! where the spartan mothers now to tell Their valiant sons "go fight your battles well And victors then return, or never more Present yourselves at the maternal door; For mother's hearts those sons can never claim, WTho meekly wear the Tyrant's t lavish chain?" Where now are those of that heroic time Which tried men's souls before an awful shrine, Who cheered their sterner brothers to the fight, And smiled on courage battling for the right? Ah, they are from us gone, most honor 'd few, And in their stead is found a harlot ercw, Who barter every virtue of their race For low ambition, and unholy place, And in the halls of strife and party clang, "Give hideous birth to masculine harangue," Shout for their rights, and execrate their wrong, In State conventions , and immodest songs. Demented creatures, lost to Virtue's way, List to the voice of Wisdom and obey, For, yet, by gentle teachings would she lure Your stranger footsteps to the good and pure. Go watch, she says, the brightly gleaming star, Which pours its tender radiance from afar, Though pales its gentle light before the sun, It murmurs not, but unseen, shinelh on, And when the shades of night grow thick and dark, It sets its little lamp like heaven spark, And ever thus, its radiance appears Alore brightly glorious as darkness ncars. Tims, like the star, let thy best virtues shine, Oh Wonin, hrijfhtcst in the darkest time. Mark how the ivy climbs the mountain ash, And twines about it like a highland sash, And, thus, by fond embrace, its chief est fort, It tender strength impart., and gains support. Go seek the lily on the mountain side. See how it hangs U head as if to hide 'Neath woody copse, and thickly matted maze, Its nr. live virtues from the public gaze. But, hiding, lets its precious breath distil O'er every neighboring glen, and friendly hill. Thus, Woman, let these symbols teach to thee The strength ot virtue ami simplicity. Religion noblest heroism has shown. And claims that sacred passion as its own; But now, alas, where glows that holy flame, Since gospel truths have grown so very tame? Let very horror Beize me while I rhyme The christian woes of this degen'rate time! Where now, indeed, is gospel truth and love, That once did fall, like manna from above? Daughter of Zion! much art thou misused, And much thy state and character abused, By those, who, now, thy titles falsely wear, And both thy holy name, and cause forswear. Steeped in their earthy lusts for public fame, They mar thy Temples, and thy God profane, Neglecting to proclaim eternal life. They stir the people up to party strife, And let thy holy truths in dust await Until they've preached the politics of state. Oh by the shades of those most holy men, Whose names stand out on time like midnight gems! By those most potent thoughts for God and right, Which fell from Channing's lips, and Dr. D wight, And all that honored host of holy men Whoever breathed a thought, or touched a pen, At whose grave birth the morning stars did sing And through the heavenly choir the anthems ring By all the good the gospel e'er haa done, Since first 'twas brought to earth by Heaven's Son, By all you arc, and ever hope to bo For present time, and for eternity, Their angry strifes and fierce dissensions cease, And let us have again rclgiouB peace. Then Hail Patrons, Hail! I've sung you a song of the times, A song of "old times," a song of the new, a song of a few hurried rhymes. ii i I Thus memorializes the Winsled (R. I.) Herald: A queer world is this. Wo recollect a young lady, a former resident of Winsted. beautiful and Accomplished, and the daughter of a pious and venerable old Methodist Elder. We remeber her as a most ardent advocate of the humanity side in politics, a rapturous reader of Uncle Tom's Cabin in the village club of young ladies, and antislavery in all places and on all necessary occasions. Not long ago we recordod the marriago of this young lady to an Alabama planter who is tho owner of some fire hundred niggers. A queer world is this." ?TTo ascertain whether a woman is passionate or not, take a muddy dog into the parlor.

Talleyrand. The following description of Talleyrand Was written towards the close of his life, by one who evidently had oportunities for observing him under the most interesting circumstances: Talleyrand was born lame, his limbs are fastened to his trunk by an iron apparatus, ou which he strikes ever and anon

his gigantic cane, to the great dismay of . p . aZ tnose wno see mm ior uie nrsi ume an awe not diminished by the look of his piercing gray eyes, peering through his shaggy eyebrows, his unearthly face, marked with deep stains, covered partly by his shock of extraordinary hair, partly by his enormous muslin cravat, which supports a large protruding lip drawn over his upper lip, with a cynical expression no painting could render;" add to this apparatus of terror his dead silence, broken occasionally by the most scpulchural guttural monosyllables. Talleyrand's pulse, which rolls a stream ot enormons volume, iniornaus anu pauses at every sixth beat, This he con stantly points out triumphantly as a rat of nature, giving him at once a superiority ovor other men. Thus ho says all the missing pulsations are added to the sum total of those of his whole life, and his longovity and strength appear to support this extraordinary theory. He likewise asserts that it is this which enables him to do without sleep. Nature, says he, sleeps and recruits herself at every intermission of my pulse. And indeed you see him time after time rise at 3 o'clock in the morning from tho whist table, then return home and often wake up one of his secretaries to keep him company or to talk of business. At 4 he will go to bed, sitting nearly bolt upright in his bed, with innumerable night caps on his head to keep it warm, as he said, and feed his intellect with blood, but in fact to prevent his injuring the seat of knowledge if he tumbles on the grouud; and he sits upright from his tendency to apoplexy, which would no doubt seize him if perfectly recumbent. We may rfcmembar ihe newspapers stating he was found a few years ago, his head having dropped from his pillow, so drowned in blood that not a feature was to be seen. Although lie goes to bed so late, at 6 or 7 at latest he wakes and sends for his attendants. He constantly refers to the period when he was Minister for Foreign Affairs, and when his power to live without sleep enabled him to go out and seek information as well as pleasure in society till 12 or 1 o'clock. At that hour ho returned to his office, and read over all thclettcis that had arrived in the day, put marginal indications of the answers tobe given, and then on waking again at C read over all the letters written in consequence of his orders. 'When Talleyrand was engaged in the protocols here, ho used to tiro out all his younger colleagues; and full well we know by experience that, at tho time of the Quadruple tieaty and on many other occasions, his eyes ware wide open while Lord Palmerston slept. When the storm of the three ylorieuscs broko over Paris, too happy to escape from France, Talleyrand came over to England. One cannot refrain from laughing on thinking how he appeared. He gave his audiences to his countrymen in his salon in Hanover Square, with a round hat on his head, on the front of which was a tri colored cockade six inches square; whilo tout au tony on the sofas wero three young sans culottes of July he had brought with him to give himself an air of republicanism. Louis Phillippe got settled on his throne, the tri-colored cockado was torn off tho rouud hat and thrown into the fire, and the new born embryos of republicanism were sent back to Paris. y 'Talleyrand, freed from all fear of the republic, gave vert to all his natural despotism. He then had here the whole world at his feet; all the nobility of England sought his society with eagerness; the diplomatists of every nation bowed before him. Lord Palmerston alone resisted Talleyrand, not only in great things, but in tho most trifling and childish affairs. Talleyrand then used to settle affairs beforehand with Lord (Irey and Lord Holland. Lord Palmerston managed, however, to annoy Talleyrand, who, tired of bickering on trifles, and doubtful what turn affairs would take as regarded the two parties in the State, with both of which ho wished to keep on good terms. Talloyrand, wo repeat, took the first opportunity of going on to leave Franco, from whenco ho gavo in his resignation. All we shall add further is, that Talleyrand is not a man of imagination nor of invention. Ho never could make an extempore speech in his life. His forto is his impassibility and his cool and perfect judgment. Ho is very silent, and is always stimulating those who approach him to talk on the important subjects of tho day. He will listen for hours to the opinions of men of mediocrity, and out of all ho hoars makes up those webs in which other politicians get involved like giddy flies. To this power of judgment Talleyrand adds that without which neither statesmen nor generals can ever succeed namely, exceedingly good luck." 3TThe Albany Knickerbocker cautions four black cats that aro continually serenading in tho back shed, that there is a sausage shop two doors to tho right. JtijrA man who is willing to take another's opinion, has to exercise his judgment in the choice of whom to follow, which is often as nice a matter as to judge of tho thoughts themselves.

Thirty-seven and Fifty-seven. We are reminded by an able article in the Evening Post of some ot the differences

between the great revulsions of 1837 & '57. The direct effects of the panic of '57 are scarcely less severe than those of '37; but they cannot be so permanently disastrous, because the condition- of ihe country is much sounder and' ils resources much greater. According to the article before us: our population is now seventy per cent greater than it was then, whilo our specie is 500 per cent greater. The coin in 1837 was less than four dollars to each inhabitant; in 1857 it is nearly eleven dollars. We then had iu the country 50 millions of metallic dollars; we now have about 300 millions. But we have now other advantages over those of 1837. Our machinery, for producing and distributing wealth, such as steam engines, railways, canals and farming implements, has, in tho aggregate. Deen multiplied moro than ton probably more than twenty fold. The sudden contraction of the currency has occasioned great loss to debtors, ami much disarrangement of the general industry of the country, but as yet, has not seriously reduced its wealth. Our short crops before 1837 greatly aggravated the disaster of the suspension. We are now ia the possession of the most abundant crops that the country ever produced. Our great want is the power to expand our currency; but this can bo done only by an increase of tho metalic basis. Confidence in paper issues is so shaken that any expansion in that direction would only aggravate our disasters. But even in this respect, wc hare n immense advantage over 1837. "During the period, from 1825 to 1848, (wo qaoto from the Post's article) the whole average annual production of gold and silver was but liitle over lilty millions. It is now 3 or 4 hundred millions. The commercial world has reciVed ih 1857, nearly eight times the quantity of the precious metals that formed tho basis of its currency in 1837. This swollen etream of the money material is fed by fountains that will not soon be exhausted or lessened in volume. Seven or eight times as much hard money will bo added yearly to tho present amount, as was added after the break-down of 1837 up to 1853. It should also be entered to the credit of 1857, that tho samo quantity of money will perform much. more duty than biforo telegraph lines and railways had been brought into operation. "Whether wc receive nnd retain for use our full share of the gold and silver drawn from tho mines, will depend something on the substitution of bank bills for coin. That these will constituto a large part of the circulation for many years to come, wc may safely anticipate. Old institutions and old habits aro not easily changed; but an improved mode of banking will certainly arise from the ruins of tho present. Toledo Blade. Republican Excuses for their Recent Defeats. The opposition iind it very difficult to account for the uniform success of the democratic party. For instance, when wo point to our election in Pennsylvania, they say: "Oh, the Quakers did not vote." But wo have carried New Jersey Quakers and all.' 'Oh, that is owing to the railroad.' But look at New York!' 'Oh, that is owing to the canal!' But wc hare carried Illinois.' Oh, that is owing to tho Germans 'But we have carried Indiana.' Oh, that is owing to the Methodists!' But Louisiana is with us also?' Jh, that is owing to the Catholics!' New York city is overwhelmingly with ua?' 'Oh, that is owing to the Irish!' 'But Minnesota, whero thero aro few Irish, Germans, Catholics, no canals and fjw railroads how does it become democratic?' 'Oh, that is owing to the Federal Government and breech-clout Iudians!' 'And Connecticut?' 'Oh, that is owing to the Yankeos!' And Wisconsin.' Oh, that is owing to the Grasshoppers!' And California?' Oh, that is a new State! And Virginia?' Oh, that is an old State!' Look at tho South, which is composod of an Anglo-Saxon population a race unmixed, and where internal improvements and eternal salvation do not enter into politics?' Oh, that is owtag to Slavery. But tho North is organizing equally with the South in support of Mr. Buchanan?' 'Oh, that is owing to immigration.' But New Mexico is democratic, where the people came over shortly After Columbus, and which was settlod before Capo Cod?' 'Oh, that is owing to Heaven knows what!' Finally, tho opposition run out of apologies, excuses and explanations, as the democratic victories pour in, each one requiring a different theory. Tho only part of tho Union that stands out against the democracy and the administration, is Utah. Brigham Young bo far carries the Territory. Thi will förm a nucleus for tho Republicans in I 860. In the

mean time, if they are' not successful in' promulgating their opinion?, they have only to wait for their mormon brethren to propogate them. Terrible Death of an American Lady at Mount Blanc. A correspondent of the Manchester (Eng.) Guardian gives an account of the ascent of Mount Blanc by a large party, among whom there were several Americans, one of whom, a young lady named Tralaway, slipped over an ice precipice and fell hundreds of feet into a fissure, where she must have been dashed to pieces. Living or dead, however, no assistance could be rendered her and there her remains must lie until the last trump shall sound. New York Dec. 23. The bark Xlnali,seized by Rynarders yesterday, was bound on a fillibuster expedition to Nicaragua.

She was seized on information from tho' State Department at Washington and hadr fifty passengers for Liverpool, with upwards two millions and a quarter of dollars in specie. jCSfSheridan was once taken ill in con'-" sequence of a fortnight's continued dining, out and dissipation. He sent for Dr. Heberden; who' prescribed rigid abstinence; and, calling again soon' afterwards", asked his patient if he was attending to that advice. The answer being affirmative "Right," said the doctor; "'tis the only way to secure you length of days." '! do not doubt il," said Sheridan; "for theso three last days hare been the longest to rm' of any in my life' JCSTTo appreciate a" free" country, you must travel in a' despotic stato. It is like coming into the open air, after visiting a' prison. jCSTlf a person does" something badi'y,which we expected him to do well, We aro apt to say that "we could haVcJa'ecoraplished it." There are few phrases whieh show a greater amount of modesty. j3T Whoever loads lifo with unnecessary scruples, provokes the attention of others to his conduct, and incurs the censure of sinc' gularity without reaping the reward of superior virtue. Jt"A happy comment on the annihilation of time and space by locomotive agency, was uttered by a-little child, who rodo fifty miles in a railroad train, and then was taken in a coach to her uncle's house soitib' five miles further on. Being asked, on her arrival, if she came by the train, she said: "We came a little way in the train,- and all the rest of the way in a carriage." itA secret has been admirably defined to be '''anything made known to everybody in a whisper." jtfTÄ Dutchman thus describes tin New Yorkers: "Fine people, dey go about der sthreet all day scheatihg each odder, and dey call dat pusiness." It is easier to reprove a thousand sins in others than to mortify one in ourselves. There are reproaches which give praise, and praise which give reproaches-. jrrThcodorc Hook, in describing a badly dressed dinner, observed that everything was sour but tho vinegar. jCiTThe following contains the alpha bet: John P. Brady gave me a black walnut box" of quiU a small size. it"A wise man is never less alone' than when he is alone. iC"What do you think of whisky. Dr. Johnson?" hiccoughed Boswell. after emptying a sixth tumbler of toddy. "Sir," said the doctor, "it penetrates my soul liko" the still small voice of conscience, and doubtless the worm of the still is the worm that never dies." jCfTO'd men go' to death. Death conies to young men. itrA French statistical wrilor onco took his station near the staircase, at a London ball, for the purpose' of ascertaining the proportion of gentlemen Who arranged their hair with their fingers before entering the room; and found them1 average about twenty-nibo out of thirty.A Youxn Japiiet. 'M'y sdh, däh you take a trunk forme up to the hotel?' said a passenger, stepping from a boat on to tho levee, to a ragged looking youh&ster, who sat ballancing himself on the rail of a dray. Your son?' cried tho boy", eyeing him from head to foot. 'Well, I'll be doddrabed if I ain't in luck. Here I've bin try in to find out my daddy for throe years, and all of a sudden up comes the old boss himself, and knows mo right off. IIw aro you?' stretching out a muddy looking paw. The traveler was non-pluscd. Between a smile and a frown, ho inquired: 'What is your name, sir?' My name? So you don't know? Well it's nothin' for people in these parts to have so many children that they don't know their names. My name's Bill, but Foroo folks call me William, for 6hort. What the other part is, I reckon you know. If you don't, you mus' ax the olo omen.' And shouldering the trunk, he marched off towards tho hotel, mumbling to himself. 'Well, this is a go. The old gemmen' come home at last. Good clothes, big trunk, must have tho tin. Well, I am in luck

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