Plymouth Banner, Volume 2, Number 21, Plymouth, Marshall County, 28 July 1853 — Page 1

THE S T A KS T A N GLED B A N N ER, LONG M AY IT WAVE, O'ERTHE LAND OF THE FREE A N D T II E HOME OF THE BRA V E." A Family .Newspaper, Devoted to Educulioii, Morals, Sficccc, Agriculture, Commerce, Politics. Markets, General Intelligence, Foreign and Domestic Xews, Volume 2,- Number 21, Plymouth, Marshall County, Indiana, Thursday, July 28, 1853, Whole Number 73.

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were folded about his necK 'I always

meant well, but I am so thoughtless! i There, all is right now,' site added kissing him ioveingly on the temple. Come sis. what say you?' Why, on that condition, I'll be as still as a mouse; but what's your reason? Ah. that's my own,' sang Helen, tlancins out ol the room. You knit admirablv and Fred looked '. on with an unconscious smile of admira-j lion. j Helen sat at an open window, through i which rose bushes thrust their blushing! buds, miking both sweet shade and fra-f grance. The canary overhead, burst out ) every moment in wild snatches ol glorious music. lllen was at work on a; long blue stocking which was nearly fin- j ished, and her fingers flew like so many5 snowbirds. j You knit atlmirablv; are you fond of it?' Y'es quite. I like it better than than j anything else that is I mean I can churn very well.' And do you read much?' Fred's glan ces had travelled from the corner of Iiis i eyes, on every table, shH and corner, in search of some book or p iper. Bui not j a page, not a leaf, yellow or sere, repaid ! his search. Oh! yes, said Helen; with a self sal-; isfied glance. i What books, permit me to ask. 1 read the Bible a good ileal she ansn ered gravely. i Is that all?' All; of course not; and yet what do we J not find in that holy volume? Historv, poetry, eloquence, romance the must thrilling pathos ' Blushing and recol-j lecting hers-lf, she added with a manner i as childish as it had b.-en dignified. ! As for other books let me see. ' I've got in my library first, there's the: primer, (counting on her fingers) second j class reader, Robinson Crusoe, nursery talcs, fairy stories, two or three elements) of something history of something hi- j ography of souie'person or other, moth-j er's magazine, King Richard the third ' there, isn't that a good assortment?' j Fred smiled. i Teihaps 1 don't know quite as much as those who have been to school more,' 6he ; added, as if disappointed with his mute rejoinder, 'bat in m iking bread, churning butter and keeping house, I'm not to be outdone.' The young man left her more in pity than in love, but hi visits did not always so result. He began to feel a magnetic attraction which he vainly attributed to Helen's beauty; bui the truth is, her sweet arllessnes-s of character, engaging manners, and gentle disposition, quite won upon the city bred and aristocratic Fred Ljue. There was a freshness and refinement about everything she said and did. She perplexed as well as delighted him. Often, as he was wondering how some homely expression would be received in good society, some beautiful sentiment would suddenly drop, like a pearl, from her lips not more remarkable for originality than brilliai c. If I should fall in the snare,' thought he, 'I can educate her. It would be worth trying.' It was useless to combat with his passions; so at last he fell at Helen's feet (figuratively speaking) and confessed his love. 'I care not, Helen, only be mine." was his invariable answer to her exclamations of u. .worthiness; how she should appear in fashionable society, etc., etc. They were married had relumed from the wedding tour, and at the expiration of the honey moon Fred was more in love than ever. At a good entertainment given by the relatives of the bridegroom, Helen looked most beautiful. Her husband did not insist that she should depart from her usual simplicity, and indeed, without jewels or laces, with only ihat fresh white robe, simple siih of blue, and ornaments of fair moss roses, she was the most lovely creature in the room. As she entered the great saloon, blazing wiih light, her heart failed her. Shall I love hirn as dearly she asked herself, if I find lis is ashamed of me? I cannot bear the thought; but should he overcome all conventional notions, then have I a husband worthy to be honored, then shall he be proud of his wife.' How she watched him as he presented her one to another! Simple,' whispered a magnificent looking girl, resplendent with diamonds, as she curled her lip and passed by. The observation escaped neither Helen nor her husband. Sue looked at him. He smiled a lover's smile, and only drew her closer to his side. Many, many in that brilliant gathering pitied 'poor Fred, wondered why lie had martyred himself on the shrine of ignorant rusticity. Bjt he, oh joy! he seemed only to love her the more as she clung to his arm so timidly. His noble face expressed the pride he truly felt; he looked as if he would hava S'veptback the scorners with one motion of his hand, had they ventured one wave too high on the shore of his

pride. He seemed to excuse e very look, every word not in strict conformity to etiquette and Helen's heart beat high; tears came to her eyes, when she thus felt how noble a heart she had won. The young bride stood near her husband, talking in a low tone, when a new-

comer appeared. She was a beautiful,

slightly formed creature, with haughty j W e recommend it to the careful perusal features, and ill-concealed scorn lurked i of all our "men-fearing" heads of famiin her great brilliant eyes, whenever she; lies: glanced towards Helen. Ones she had j He had just commenced preaching, and held sway over the heart of Fred, andthad for a few years been married and hearing now he had married, fancied her j keeping house, lie was ia humble ctrhour of triumpn hn J come. ; cumstanccs, andof a limilededucaiion ' "'Do you suppose she knows anything?' j modest and retiring to a fault. It was saitl a low voice near her. j with great difficulty that lis could sumHelen's eyes sparkled her fair brow mon resolution to address a congregation, flushed indignant. Sna turned to her i Mr. Clay, in the discharge of his duty as husband. He was gone; speaking at a ' a lawyer, came to the neighborhood of little distance with a friend. ; our informant ('-Clover Bottom," Woodrresently Marion Summers turned to-j ford county,) to have surveys made of wards her. j some land then in litigation. He was Do you play, Mrs. Lane?' she asked; i accompanied by another lawyer of note, there was a mocking tone in her voice, j They made the humble cabin of brother A little answered Helen, her cheek B. their home. On the first night they burning. j staid with him, our brother was reduced And sing?' : to great extremity. He was in the habit A little,' was the calm replj. ( of holding family worship morning and 'Then do favor us she exclaimed, I evening, tmt he trembled a, the thought myself will lead you to the instrument. of doing so in the presence of guests so Hark! whose masterly touch?' instant- distinguished as Mr. Clay and his friend, ly was the half-spoken word arrested His little children were becomingsleepy.

the cold ear and haughty head were turn-land

ed in listening surpri?e. Such melody! Such correct intonation! Such breadth, depth, and vigor of touch; 'who is it? she plays like an angel. And again hark! A voice rolls a flood ol melody, clear, powei ful, passing swee I astonishment paints many a fair cheek a deeper scarlet. There is a silence unbroken, as the silvery tones float up. Aye! care I not.for cold neglect. Though tears unbidden start, And scorn is but a bitter word, Save when it breaks a heart. If one be true If one be true The world may careless be. Since I may only keep thy love, And tell my grief to thee. Glorious voice said Fred tohis friend, who with the rest, had paused to listen, who ion it bu?' The words were suJdenly arrested on his lips. She had turned from the piano, and the unknown was his own wife. I congratulate you, Fred, said the young man at his side; but he "spoke to marble. The color had left his cheek, as he walked slowly towards her. 1 f he was speechless with amazement, she was not so. A rich bloom mantled her cheek triumph made her eyes sparkle as they had never done before they flashed like diamonds. A crowd gathered to compliment her. In graceful acknowledgments she blended wit and humor. How well she talks 'who would have thought it?' 'Fred's little wife he has found a treasure were whispered all round the room. Meanwhile Frederick Lane, Esq. slood like one enchanted, while his poor little rustic wife quoted books and authors with perfect abandon admired this one, condemned that. A sdate looking student lost himself in a latin quotation Helen smilingly finished it, and received a look eloquent with thanks. Bonmots, repartee, language rich in fincy and imagery, fell from her beautiful lips, as if she had just received a touch fr jra some fairy wand. Still Fred walked by her side like one in a dream pressed his hands over his bewildered sight to be sure of his senses, when he saw her bending vision of loveliness over the harp her full arm lean ing on its golden strings heard again that rich voice, now plaintive with some tender memory, rise and fall in sweet and sorrowful cadence. Tell me said he, when once alone with her, 'what does this mean? who are you? I feel I'ko one awaking from a dream.' Only a country girl,' sai l Helen, gravely, then falling into her husband's arms, she exclaimed, 'forgive me; I am that very little rustic that you would die rather than wed. Are you sorry you married me?' Sorry, my glorious wife! but really, you could not surely deceive me. But did I not understand that you had never Been at an academy.' she broke in, never took a music lesson never was taught how to sing all true. And yell am all you see me to-night myself my own teacher: with labor and diligence, 1 trust I am worthy to be the wife of one so good and exalted as 1 find my husband to be.' Reader, wouldn't you and I like to be there just now, and hear her story; she laughing between smile9, her pretty face all dimples as she tells him how she banished piano, books, harp, portfolio, music and all in an empty room by themselves, and locked the door, leaving them to seclusion and dust while the little country girl, wilhoutany very deep laid 6cheme succeeded in convincing a well bred city gentleman, that he could marry a charm-

ing rustic, even if her fingers were more familiar with churn and knitting-needles, thai, the piano or harp. Oiivt Branch.

ANLCDOTE OF I1EM1V CLAY, The following is related by a highly respectable Baptist minister of Kentucky, i illustrative of a very important duty. his wife, by significant gestures, suggested that the tii-ie for prayers had come Bro. B. hinted to his guests that perhaps "they would choose to go to bd." But Mr. Clay, with great politeness, said that "he did not feel at all sleepy, and that, unless it were intrusive, he would be happy to enjoy his society longer." Of course brother B. could not object. Still, the matter of prayer could not be postponed without sending the children to bed in advance, which was contrary to his setj tied principles of proceedure. At last, with considerable trepidation, he stated to Mr. Clay and his friend what was his custom, and said they could stay and . uuite with his family in their devotions, j cr retire, at their option. Mr. Clay, I promptly, and with some feeling, replied i that "thev would remain bv alt means: j luat the 'earliest recollections of life were associated with such exercises; that his father wu3a Baptiat miuictor, that his mother was still a member of that communion, and that they had taught him to reverence the institutionsof religion, and none more so than that of family worship. Brother B. then proceeded with his wonted exercises, but with much fear and trembling. He says that he never felt so much embarrassed in his life. When the season of prayer was passed, Mr. Clay approached him and said: "Mr. B., never again feel the least hesitation in the discharge of your duty to God on account of the presence of men. I saw your embarrassment, and remained on purpose that you might never feel it again. Remember, my dear sir, that every man of sense will respect the individual who is not ashamed to acknowledge his dependence upon his Maker; and he deserves only contempt who can eher ishany other fee.'ing than reverence for "the consecrated hour of man in audience with the Deity." And what are myself and friend here but frail snd feeble mortals, like you and your little children, indebted for all that we are to the great Fountain of Good, and dependent on Him for tvery blessing of life! Wo and you are destined to the same grave, and to the same fin si retribution. The king upon his throne and the beggar in his rags are the same with the Omniscient. Think of this, Mr. B., and you will never hesitate again to engage in prayer to God on account of the presence of men. For myself, I would rather know that the prayers of a pious man, no matter how humble his position in life, were ascending in my behalf, than to have the wildest applause of listening senators.' Mr. Clay and his friend then retired for the night. Mr. B. says it was the best lesson of his life. He afterwards heard the great statesman in all the grandeur of his eloquence; but he insists that in no effort he ever heard, was he so impressive as on the occasion named. Shocking Accidest. A young man named Griffy was killed suddenly on Monday last, at Mr. Henderson's farm in this county. He was attending a thrashing machine, the cylinder of which bursled, a portion in its pa; sage striking him upon the shoulder and head, carrying away the entire upper portion of the skull and scattering the blood and brains for yards around. His death was instantaneous, and a fiords another illustration of the uncertain tenure of human life. Peru Sentinel. 0C5""DMring your travels in Canada, Mr. Slocuin, did you met with anything that arrested your attention?" "Oh dear, yes, much more than I had any occasion for. There was the deputy Sheriff" he notonly arrested my attention but my person, and marched us both off to Lincoln county jail, for "crossing the line" and not paying the duty onayaller dog and brindle terrier."

TliongUts While Digging. "A spade! a rake! a hoe!"

These are the best instruments of prosperity the emblems of true honors and dignities. All men are diggers but few dig to good purpose. The editor, with eager scissors, digs into his pile of exchanges, hoping to throw j up an idea or an anecdote, a fact, or a j fancy; but the soil is poor, and the crop ! but scant). The preacher digs at men's hearts, and : drops the good seed with pious care, but' too often their growth is choked by "thej rocks" which men gather by the pocket-' full, and cling to as if they were of greater value than the rich harvest of good deeds. The lawyer digs at his client's pocket.

and where the soil is rich and deep, he is! like a garden. If you have got thirtya most skillful and successful digger. five bushels of corn to the acre before. He goes to the bottom of the matter and ; we tan warrant ycu now 70or 80; for vou

never fails to reach the evil root. The physician digs for disease, but like the unsuccessful gardner, he sometimes cuts the life root, and ihe patieut and the disease are unrooted together. The teacher digs in the virgin 6oil of the mind, and plants the seeds that are to Lear plentiful crops of good or evil. How careful should he be that no tares intermix themselves with the wheat. The Californian digs for gold and a grave. If he does not obtain the former, he is sure of reaching the latter. The loafer digs in the devil's vineyard, and reaps a plentiful crop of tares. The soil is fruitful of all poisonous weed's, and beneath the shade of their rank growth the sluggard sleeps and awakes uo more. The hero digs for a crop of laurels a few scanty leaves, without fruit, and fading soon. How infatuated, to labor so incessantly for a few garland leaves, when nature offers all. who are not ashamed to dig whole crops of trees and flowers, and bursting buds, and ripened fruits, from which to weave the garland of re pose After all, who dig to better purpose than the farmer? All nature works with him and for him. The sunshine and the (lowers fructify the earth the rootlets croop about the Eoil, sucking up the rich juices for the sustenance of the parent ateill, the young Icutco oot to woili upon the atmosphere, and grow with every breath they breathe; the buds expand, the fruit ripens and glows in the soft sunlight of Autumn, and the farmer gathers in his harvest and is thankful. Then, if he has a soul above turnips, he may sing with Andrew Marvel!: "Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's messy root, My soul into the bough doth glide, There, like a biid, it sits and sings, Then whets and claps its silvery wings. And, till prepared lor longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light." Finally, the sexton digs for all. He gathers not only ripe fruit, but the tender bud, the stout sapling, and the vigorous plant. He is in partnership with Death, whose crops never fail, and whofe scythe is never idle. Hottentot Wives, Sons, and Mothers, The Hottentot famales are at once the laziest and most ill-used of women. The priest, when he marries them, blesses them, saying "May you live happy, and year-a-year bear a son, who may live to be a good hunter and a great warrior." It is needless to say that this wish is not always gratified. So long as the husband exists, the Hottentot woman is the slave and drudge of the hut, and on her devolves the task of providing for the subsistence of the family, while the husband eats, drinks, smokes, and sleeps. When the Hottentot wife becomes a widow, she must continue so lor life, unless she chooses to purchase a husband at a price which, according to our notions, is sometimes more than the delight of a wife in Hottentot matrimony would warrant. She must consent to lose a joint of one of her fingers; and this process to be repeated as often a? being left a widow, if she wishes again to contract matrimony. The Hottentot son on coming of age, is presented with a cudgel, tvith which he is commanded to beat his mother; and this request is very dutifully complied with by the son, in order to manifest his strength and ability, ''just as some youths are prone to evince their manhood by smoking cigars and swearing profanely." It is strange that the mother, though often fainting under the cruel beatings of the son whom she has nursed at her bosom, does not reproach him; but she admires his manliness and dexterity in proportion to the chastisement. An old Dutch lady at a religious meeting became very much concerned for her soul, and went about sighing and sobbing, and would not be comforted. Upon beiug asked what the matter was she replied, 'that she could'ntpray in English, and she was afraid the Lord could'nt understand Dutch.' A Promising Son. Paternal My son, what would you do if your dear father should be suddenly taken away from you? Son Swear and chaw tobackcr!

Small Tarms Well Tilled. The Farmer's Companion, in the following article, teaches the same moral as

the interesting sketch of Grandfathfr's old Farm," which we recently published, inculcated: "You have 100 acres of clear land, 50 of which you keep as pasture and for meadow. Make up your mind to work only 25 acres; the other 25 bring put down to clover, or clover and timothy. as you best can. You have manure enough in and about your farm for six acres. This year, haul that on to your land, plough it and put in corn; with a little J ashes, and if you can get it, slacked lime or plaster to every hill. Tlough twice as deep as usual; end drag twice as long, with a long toothed drag, till the land is cultivate and hoe the corn twice as much likewise. You double your crop at a very little increased cost. Having no more manure, you must depend on deeper ploughing and better dragging for the other 10 acres for this year; not forgetting to sow r little more seed than usual, if it is oats or barlev. In the fall, sow wheat where the corn was, with the same care; and next spring manure the next six acres for orn. Yes. but you can manure 10 or 12 acres; for you have had 25 more acres for hay, or oat straw CHt green for fodder, and can keep 25 more cows through the winter; iid knowing the value of the manure that it is important to you as the very soil itself you will take much better care of it. Thus, every two or three years your land will get a dressing of manure, bcJ every year you will have a different crop on it. Every year it will improve and you will grow rich with about half your work. But after a while sow a few acres of land with timothy, and break up s much of grass. Y'ou will get double the crop of hay on the new niece. In one J word of hll men in the world a small farmer should work a small piece of land; to make manuie, keep it dry, and he will not be a small farmer long. We have tried it and Ave know it. For the rest; lake and read a good farmer's newspaper." Mks. Harriet Belcher Stowe in Paris. Worse and Worse. The refusal of Queen Victoria to admit tht authoress of Uncle Tom's Cabin,' and the idol of Stafford House, into the Royal presence, appears to have been followed dp by Louis Napoleon in true impireal style. A certain Mr. F . in Paris, thought proper, upon his own responsibility, to lionize Mrs. Stowe at his own residence; but oh! that dreadful insecurity of the one man power! While Mr, F. was iu the act of taking our abolition heroine "out a riding," the police made a descent upon Mr. F. and all the Frenchmen in his house, and sans ceremonie hurried ihem off to jail. This ought to suggest to the philanthropic lady ihe propriety and expediency ot speedily quitting Europe in disgust. How well it would have been had the professor fulfilled his promised return to Boston by the first of June, bringing madam along with him. Bad business this, of lionizing among the socialists and bloody reds of Paris, in these days. No doubt Mrs. Stowe will learn, notwithstanding the universal disgrace which she has attempted to cast upon the institutionsof her own country, that, after all, "there is no place like home.' May her experience do her good, and all others of the same kidney.-AT. Y Herald. Recipes. To become popular join the strongest church and all the secret societies. To become respectable say "yes" to every other man's opinions and have none of your own. To become exalted to a little officebe at all times ready to act as a tool for big men." To become slandered fdita paper, tell the truth, and tread on the toes of roguet and squirts. "Com here, my lad." said an attorney to a boy about ten years old. The boy came and asked the attorney what case was to be tried next. The lawyer answered, "a case between the people and the devil which do you think will be the most likely to gain the action?" The boy replied. "I guess it will be a pretty hard squeeze the people have the most money, but the devil ihe lawyers.' Candid. A culprit being asked what he had to say why the sentence of death should not be pronounced against hira, replied lhat he had nothidg to say, as there had been too much said about it already to please him. While a party of young ladies were in bathing at Newport, the other day, the horse ran away with the wagon containing all their clothes. A veryticioua horse! ' An advocate of capital punishment argues that the gallows is well calculated to tlrvntt mankind.