Plymouth Banner, Volume 2, Number 48, Plymouth, Marshall County, 2 February 1854 — Page 1

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N. 3 0 A Family NewspaperDevoted to Education, Agriculture, Commerce, Markets, General Intelligence, Foreign and Domestic News. ' f ? t '. i VOL. 2. NO. 48. PLYMOUTH, INDIANA, THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 2, 1854. WHOLE NO 100.

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f pail in alvance. - J33 At the end of six months. It del iysl until the end of the year, 2 ,0 trTie ab:ve terms will be strictly adkO"Vpaper will be discontinued until all arr?rv;e ire piid. ualessat the optior. ol the publisher. ADVERTISING, l7?rti3ements will be conspicuously inserts 1, at the following prices, viz. ?r I i'iar ;of 10 lines) 3 insertions SI 00 S-.f?1 vi Itional insertion, , 2öe "j'Kvnhinil'S-is than asquare, wdlbecon silarel a i'Mre. . rr V. IvrtKers mast V particular to mars tV -vi n' ro. ia$ti)r,-jon the face of the adverise.nsnts, or th -jy rill "i 3 published until or lere I out, an 1 ciargeA accordingly. rjA liberal discount will be made where advertisings done by the year. ITA.ll Cvrniuaicatioas iron a distance Vio-.il 1 be it treated, Post-Paid, to the Editor. Vanity and Vexation, or Paying Dear for the Whistle. Ste's rot what fancy painted her, l'n sadly taken in, Ii some one else had won her I should not have cared a pin. I then g!: i that she was mild and good. As f r.v nit could be, I vender how she tver could. Have so niich humbugged me. They cluster round and shake my hand, Ti.ey tell me am blest, My eve they do not understand, ' t.'.iak I know the best. T..r il1 -er aire-st jf the fair. : . r ve me mad and madder, V. n-i ;o hieymean, I do declare, o.ily wiiü they Lad her. Tistriie that she has lovely locks, Tii-'.o her ;ioulder .all. V'ut wjul-.l ti ey say to see the box, In milieu si. e keeps them all. Her tapered finders it is true, : '"'arilt to match, Vv'aaw would. thy say if they but knew Haw terribly they scratch! The Reason Why. "Why does Kate look so pale, molhet? Why are her arms io small? Why doe she never smile, mother! Why do her eye lids fall? "Wey does she walk alone, mother? As U she ha J no 'rieuJ; Why tloeJ she sih so oft, mothert - Is she so near het end? "Why does she breat'e so quick, mother? And start, as if it allocked her. To hear the quiet tap, mother, Of Smith, the village doctor? "Why doe? he come so o t, mother? Can he pViong her daya By leaving pills anl eifu, mother And singing love-sick lays? "'Tas but the other night, mother, When Kate lay real my heart, She urged me to be tiood, mother, And said we soon muit part. "She said she wm to go, moiher, Awny from home and me, And leave papa and you, mother, To dwell nearby the sea. "1 i: on Jordon's stormy banks, mother, Where she i to be carried?" "Shut up, shut up. you lit-le brat the's going to be married!" From the American Union. OR THE MERCANTILE ANGEL. SY WABREN ASUT05. CHAPTER I. The contemptible little jackanapes! he hdd th audacity to ask me to play whiit with him!" esclaimed Sophia Diuers to her sister. "And why should he not. sister?' aniwred Mry Danvers. calmly. Why should he not indeed! Did he think I would demean myself by playing whist with a new clerk on of my father's servants?" and Sophia tossed her head in proud disdain. I can fee no impropriety in your associating with him, Sophia. He is certainly a handsome, intelligent, and well-be haved young man." Behaves well enough, for aught I know; but only think of it a clerk, in our dra viii4 raom! for my part. I wondrr how father could ever think of such a thln as admitting him into the family." I suppose it is because he liked the loo'3 "f him.' "Whit will Mr. Augustus Fitzherberg ty when he Suds us associating with poor clerks the trash of counting loom!?" "It mitter littla to m whathe thinks; hi it conceited puppy, and I wonder that you cau endure his presence," replied Mry :mrtly. 3ji he is the leader of the ton, ' M' tj " f ' V'pNM. nstinisVd at the p'.eabeiu n tiutis of h'T is:-r. 51 14 n perf-cl fiit for all that, and t:;i;itf !y inferior in alt that constitutes a Ti ii. to Mr. HiriviWe, whom you efft-ct to ;,:-:pise." , 'x'w T-nversation was interrupted by t'i -iiiriire of Mr. Dauvers. How could you bring that horrible cleik into the house, papa?" said S iphn,

jas the merchant prince sealed himself by the blazing grate.

Horrible clerk! pray what is the mat ter with him?" asked Mr. Danvers. e vine ing some surprise at the plain speech of his daughter. "Why. he is a clerk." But a respectable young man." '-Respectable enough, but not fashion- : able, papa," i "1 was a clerk, once. Sophia; I comj tnenced by sweeping out a store and cari rying bundles about the city.M j IIow absurd you talk, papa.' j "But Mr, Harlowe is a very estimablt : young man; I am confident you will find him very agreeable company." j "I shall have nothing to say to him," 1 replied Sophia with a shrug of the shoul- ( ders. j Beware. Sophia; there is an old pro- ! verb, you know, about entertaining an- ; gds unawares." j Sophia laughed heartily at the idea of ; a poor clerk being an angel. I ' But what says Mary?" asked the marj chant, turning to his geutle-beartetl ddtighter. j -'O. I lik hitn very much; we are al- ! ready fdst friends," rfplied'Marr. and a slight blush seemed to emphasize the reI mark. ' "Juit like her, paps; I should not won- ! der if she got head over heels in love i with your mercantile angel." ! "She must do as she pleases about i that." returned Mr. Dauvers, -smiling. "Pooh, Sophy! who said a word about falling iti love! Can't a body be civil to a young gtntlemau without falling in ! love with him?' ! The pretty Mary blushed as she spoke ' in good earnest so palpably blushed that her father b.ga:i to think the affair i was something more than a mere jest. "But. pray, p'pa, when does your 1 new partuer rrivr?" asked Sophia. "If all the accounts I hve heard of bis wit, gallantry, arid personal attractions, are true, I shall certainly set my cap for him." "He will appear one of these days." replied Mr. Dauvers. "I hope you will not keep this stupid clerk iu the house after he comes." 1 certainly ahall." "Bat. papa, we ehall 'lose caste' if you do; it is really abomiuable." "Smalt loss, rny child; if we are dependent upon the apei and puppies of fashionable life for our position in society, the soouer we lose it, the better for our own self-respect.' said Mr. Danvers. sm'ling good hutnoredly. "You are aosurd papa." "Now. Sophy, you have given ma a lesson, let me give you one. The idol you worship is more senseless than those of the Fege Islands. Fashionable society is as hollow as a brass pan: place ! no reliance upon it. The fops and fools who follow in your traiu ar?as soulless -it they are brainless "I wish Mr. Augustus Fitzherbert t could her you say so," added Sophia. "Mr, Augustus FiizherbeU was a jour j ne) man barber in New Orleaa. less than a year ago. 1 aad trie honor ol Deing shaved by him last winter when I was there." 0, horrid, papa! why have you not exposed him?" " Why should I, my child? He is as good a fellow, as sensible a persou, and, according to your statemeut, as fashionable a man as Mr. Fiustock, whose great graudfather was the Governor of the j State." "Is it possible that Mr. Fitzherbert was a baiber!" exclaimed Sophia, horrified at the appalling truth. Nothing else, my chi d," "An imposter? ' added Mirj, "Just so; probably he is trying to obtain a rich wife." "It is abominable,. I declare! One hardly knows uow-a-days. who is respectable and who is not," said Sophia. "Therefore, tny child, we ougnt not to spek so disparagingly of persons in humble life, as you have done to night." "Pooh! a clerk!" At this moment. Mr. Harlowe, the l new clerk, entered the room, and, as So phia would have expressed it, had the impudence to seat himself by the side of Mary Danvers, who appeared not at all averse to this close proximity with him. Fiederick Harlowe was, a3 Miry had 6aid, a handsome, intelligent, and agreeable younj man. And Sophia, if she could have forgiven him for baing a clerk, would have appreciated his society quite as hily as die brr sistvr. With her father's permission. Miry accepted an invitation from Frederick to atleud Albonis last concert. They had scarcely left the house befoie Mr. Augustus Fitzherbert was ushered into the sitting-room. This gentleman was an exquisite of the 'first water In his personal appearance, he certainly wis sufficiently eudowed to challenge tin admiration of the fair seX; . but uufortunately, he was sadly lacking in that necessary element in a man of sense , brains. J Sophia could scarcely refrain from expressing the contempt she felt for the 1

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I er oi tne 'ton. in tier estimation, was a ' ruined nun. The dandy as a matter of courtesy, inquired for Mary, and was informed that she had gone to the concert with Mr. Harlowe. "With Mr. Harlowe a clerk aw?" said the ex-journeyman barber, with a snesr, as he twirled up the long 'rat-tail of his moustach. "A very worthy young man,' replied Mr. Danvers. "No doubt of it, saw; but a clerk aw." "Pray, were you never a clerk, Mr, FitzherVenv I was." "A clerk! no saw; nevaw!" "Did I not meet you iu New Orleans last winter?'The dandy started up like a parched pea from a hot pan. "I have a faint recollection of having met you in a barber's shop there," continued the merchant toimenttngiy. "Aw very likely saw. I patronize the barbaws." "And, now I think of it. you wore a little white apron, and if I mistake not, I bad the pleasure of being shaved by you in persou." "Quite a mistake, saw, Iassuawyou." Suddenly Mr: Augustus Fitzherbert, whose real name was John Smike, rein em bared an imperative engagement, and hastened ti take his leave. He was seen to enter the cars for New York on the following day, and nothing has been heard of him since. CHAPTER II. Of course the reader understands that Frederick Harlowe and Mary are deeply, irretrievably in love with each other by this time. The poor clerk wou his way to the heart of the fair girl, and she, poor thing, had been captivated by the manly attractions, the noble soul of him who otTered incense before her shrine. As the world goes, it would be deemed a very wicked thing for a poor clerk to fall in love with the daughter of bis aristocratic employer. Some people ; would say it was ungrateful in him thus to spirit away the affections of a confiding girl, when his position and prospects did not warrant his assuming to be her husband. These questions are still open to the casuist. He may debate them to his entire satisfaction; but Mr. Danvers, either because he was more sensible than the majority of the aristocratic merchants of the day, or for seme other equally potent reason, neglected to make any fuss about the matter, and suffered the clerk to woo and win his daughter, without even remonstrating against the base wickedness of the act. But Sophia was deeply grieved by her sister's folly, as she deemed it, and used all the arguments in the range of her shallow sophistry to dissuade her from the folly and madness of wedding a clerk. Mary was obstinate. The only excuse she offered in palliation of the flagrant misdemeanor, was that she loved him; and if she loved a scavenger, she would cling to him with the last breath she was permitted to draw. "A ring!" exclaimed Sophia, one day, when matters appeared to have taken a very decided turn. "Well, I suppose you are engaged." "We are, Sophia," replied Mary, with a face radiant with happiness. "And you inland to be. married?" Certainly we do that is the end of an engagement." "My conscience! to think that the daughter of a merchant-prince should become the wife of a poor, insignificant clerk!" ".Nothing very alarming about it, Sophy; it wouldn't be half so ridiculous as another daughter of a merchant-princ becoming the wife of an ex-journeyman barber! I believe Mr. Augustus Fitzherbert was your beau-ideal of what a fashionable husband ought to be." "The impostor!" "I am at least sure that Frederick is not an impostor a humbug; one would not be likely to assume the character of a clerk." "Perhaps not. But pray, sister, when do you intend to become the wife of this counting-room cherub?" "The day has uot been fixed yat in the spring, probably." "And may I ask what you intend to do with yourself? His salary is only a thou saud dollars m year." "We cd ii get along very well on that sum." "Yes. I suppose so; and live in some ten-footer in a dark alley!" "We intend to live out of town in a nice little cottage." "Y-e-a! a nice little tottage!" drawled Sophia, in derision. "Oh. sis. I will show you how to live when lam married. alone of your nice little cottages forme, But I wonder when the new partner is coming?" "Papa told mo this morning that he had deferred the arrangement uui'tl next spring, and that the gnl1eman would at-

tend to his business at the south, as heretofore." "How provoking! I have been reserving my affections on purpose for him; I mean to make a conquest of him iu just one month." How foolish you talk, Sophy; one weuld think you had entirely forgotten your naidenly delicacy." "Tooh! I'm jesting; it's between s," and Sophia relapsed into a revery, which we are almost sure, related to the aforesaid new partner, who was not only a nice young man. but was to put fifty thousand dollars into the concern when he became a partner.

The winter passed away and the spring came. Frederick and Mary were to be married in a few days. Mr. Danvers, to the infinite chagrin of Sophia, had readily consented to the match. The proud bister, though in the natural goodness of her heart she would not have Mary's affections blasted, would fain have a like opposition to save appearances. The bridal day came, and after th ceremony bad been performed, the happy parties started for their new residence in the subuib. Sophia, who had acted as bridesmaid, was to accompany them. The carriage, wound through an elrn shaded road and suddenly brought to the I view of the delighted party, a splendid country residence. "That is the cottage." exclaimed the bride. "That a cottage! why Mary, it is a palace!" replied Sophia, in utter aston ihment, for she had never taken interest enough in her sister's affairs to visit her proposed residence. The carriage stopped before the door, which was half-hidden behind a vinelaced portico, and th party alighted. The place was a perfect paradise, and many were the encomiums lavished upon it by the bewildered Sophia. "You cannot think how surprised I was when I first beheld it," said Mary, when she and Sophia were alone. "It seemed more like a dream of fairy land than a reality. But Frederick, is so very odd about these things." "I should think that he was! Why, sis, it will certainly ruin him. a - poor clerk on a thousand dollars salary." "Well, he knows best; he says the rent is nothing.' "Nothing, indeed; but it will ea! up his poor pittance. " "Well, I gave him a lesson on extravagance; but he only laughed iu my face, and said he knew what he was about." "But here are Frederick and father: I am sure papa has been scolding him for his recklessness." "He does not look as though the scolding bad produced a very powerful effect," said Mary, as she saw her husband's smiling countenance. "What a beautiful house!" exclaimed Sophia, as Frederick Harlowe joined the group. "A fittingnest for my pretty bird," replied the husband, gaily, as hi chucked his blushing wife uuder the chin. "I should think your thousand dollars a year would have to suffer some," said Sophia, bluntly. "Oh, your father has been so very good as to elevate me a peg. 60 that I can well afford to incur the expenses." "Yes. my child," interposed Mr. Danverse, "you know that I said something to you about entertaining angels unawares. Soph), Mr. Frederick Harlowe 19 the new partner." "What an abominable cheat, papa! I'll warrant you told Mary of it in the beginning, she has been busy till the deed is done," said Sophia, with abundant good humor. "Nay, 6he knew nothing of it till a few jdays before her marriage. This was all Mr. Marlowe's whim. He must explain it for himself." Mr. Harlowe did attempt to explain his motive for entering the family incog, but it was a lame explanation. Probably the render who readily penetrates the secret thoughts of the storv, has already divined his motive. He wauled a wife, and had the seiise to seek for genuine goodness in preference to name and position in society. He won the daughter a merchant-prince as a simple clerk; there was no doubt that she loved him. Mary was very much surprised, and perhaps not a little chagrined to find the romance of marrying a clerk, so suddenly disappear; but iu the wealth of mutual love, they wera richer than in the smiles of fickle fortune, which had blessed them with an abundance of the good things of this life. A popular writer, speaking of the propruged oceanic telegraph, wonders if the news transmitted through salt water would be fresh. There is a temperance lady in Boston who won't speak to a shoemaker, because he uses a punch in his business. "I come to steel." as the rat observed to the trap. "I spring to embrace you," the tiap replied. " '

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some time on file, and as the prohibitory position has been assumed by the temperance men of the State, novo is an appropriate time for its publication. For the Banner. On a Prohibitory Law. Ma. Editob: By a prohibitory law I do uot mean the Maine Law particularly, but a law. prohibiting the sale of intoxicating liquors as a beverage. To advocate a law of this kind, is my purpose on the present occasion. So long as intoxicating liquors are sold j and used, (as above mentioued) so long drunkards will be manufactured. Our success iu promoting the cause of temperance, will depend upon our success in inducing mankind to give up the sale and use ol intoxicating drinks. wnat are the most effectual means for securing this object? Moral 6uasion has done much. Moral suasion undoubtedly, may be made to do much in the future. I am in favor of carrying moral suasion as far as it can be carried. Still, moral suasion alone, will never put an entire slop to drunkenness. I. Moral suasion alone will never induce all to give up the liquor traffic. In many places this traffic is profitable. Under these circumstauces some will follow ii, even if they know that their employment is ruining promising youth, beggaring families, and involving neighborhoods in misery. Moral suasion may be used as feelingly, and eloquently, and zealously, and perseveringly, as it can be used; still it is plainly obvious that some will sell liquor, so long as the law allows them to do it. 2. Moral suasion alone, will not always be successful iu the reformation of the drunkard. . Here is an individual who has sunk deeply in habits of inebriety. He breaks off from the intoxicating cup; signs the pldge; and friends indulge the hope, that his reformation is permanent. Fora while, he maintains habits of sobriety. But the intoxicating beverage is sold in his neighborhood. The temptation is held out to him daily. He yields at length, and falls back into his former habits. At times he makes desperate efforts to break that chain, which intemperance has thrown around him, but as often he fails, and finally a drunkrd death closes the scene Wi know persons of good talents, and of naturally noble traits of character, who in all probabilty will be drunkards so long as they can obtain what will intoxicate. But it may be said that a law prohib itiug the sale of intoxicating liquors would be unconstitutional. What clause of the constitution, I ask, would be violated by a law of this kind? When this is pointed out, the argument w ill receive attention. Again; a law like the above, comes within the scope and designs of all law. 1st. Law is designed to protect the property, and persons, and rights of individuals. Well, here i3 the family of the drunkard. The rum-seller has taken their property; he has reduced them to distressing want: he has ruiued the husband and father, and rendered home a place of misery. Do they not need the protection of the law? Can they not justly claim this protection? Is it not the real design of law to remedy such grievances? to shield suffering families from rhe ravages of rumsellers? Is it not reasonable and right that individuals should be prohibited from pursuing an employment which involves families in such misery, and which so deeply conflicts with the welfare of society? 2d. Law is designed to suppress vice. Well, who can doubt that drunkenness is a fruitful source of vice? An examination of the history of convicts in our penitentiaries and other places of confinement, will reveal the startling fact, that a large portion of these have been brought to their present degraded condition, through the influence of inebriety. That druukenness does produce vice and crime, and a vast amount of it too, is too plain a matter to require proof. A law then is called for,' which will strike at the root of the evil, by suppressing the liquor traffic. j ö. xue late liquor taw passed. Dy our legislature, involves to all intents and purposes, the right to pass a law that is completely prohibitory. If our legislators have tho power to enact, that liquor shall not be sold by a le?s quantity than a gallon, without license, they have the power to enact that a stilt larger quantity shall net be sold without license. Ttiey can even enact, that no quautity whatevtr. shall be sold without license. Again; they can determine to what extent this license shall be carried. They can limit the license, less "or more, or withhold it, and declare that the liquor traffic shall cease. - 4th. We hare other laws in force which involves the same principle that the law dues for which I am contending. ; The law against gambling; and the law against th. printing, vending, or emulation of obscene books, pamphlets, or print. (cc.t will afford examples of the

kind. Why are the. above acts prohib-

iled? Because they are supposed to ex ert a pernicious influence in community. For this reason, our legislators feel themselves authorized to pass laws for their suppression. Well, they can with some propriety, prohibit rumselling; for this beyond all question, exerts a pernicious influence in community. It may be said that a law prohibitirg the sale of intoxicating liquors, would be oppressive in its bearings. This is not admitted. When are mankind oppressed? Certainly when their rights ere ta ken away. Well, they have no reo" right to pursue that course of conduct, or to follow those employments, which tend to injure themselves, their neighbors, or the community in general; consequent which are inseparably connected with liquor selling and liquor using. Drunkenness is destroying the bright est intellects in our country; blasting the fairest prospects: and rolling a deep flood of woe upon community. Prohibit the sale of intoxicating liquor, and this dead ly steam will cease to flow. Our efforts then, should be directed to this point. Moral suasion alone, as has been remarked will never suppress the liquor traffic. We have just as good reason to expect that moral suasion alone will put down stealing aud other crimes, a we have to expect moral suasion alone, will put down rumselling. W. 'Good Bye' The editor of the "Albany Register," thus feelingly discourses the word Good Bye. Is there a parent that can read it without mournful feelings? "There is no flock, however watched and tended, but some dead larnb is there;" and thero are tomb stones of affection in every family circle, sacred to the memory of tbose loved ones who have gon- to the letter land. There ;a a clime, however wher good bye" is. never uttered. That land sometimes seems far away, but the eye of Faith can reach it; and we knots that the cherished dead are at home in the blessed place whera the smile of God, and the Sabbath of thft soul. "How many emotions cluster around that word. How full of sadness, and thus how full of sorrow it sounds. It is with an unconsecrated word. We have heard it once within the yter. as we hope never to hear it again. We spoke it on an occasion such as we hope never to speak again. It was in the chamber of a death at the still hour of night's neon. The curtains of the windows wera all closed, the lights ware shaded, and ws stood in the dim and solemn twilight, with others around the bed of the dying The damps of death were on her pale brow, and coldness was on her lips, a we kissed her for the last time while living. "Good byer my daughter" we whispered and "Good bye, father," come faintly from her dying lips. We know not if she ever spoke more but "Good bye" wes the last we ever heard of her sweet voice. We hear that sorrowful word often, and often as we sit alone, busy w'lh the memories of the past. We hear it in the silence of the night, in the hours of nervous wakefulness, as we lay upon our bed thicking of the loved and lost to usWe hear it ia our dreams when her sweet face comes back to us. as it was in it loveliness and beauty. We hear it when we sit beside her grave in the cemetery where she sleeps, aloe, with no kindred as yet by har side. She was the hope of our life, the prop upon which to lean when age should come upon us, and life should be running to its dregs. Tha hope and prop is gone, and we care not how soon we go down to sleep beside our darling, beneath the shadows of the trees in the city of the dead. Laconic. The following veritable official correspondence we have not seen for many years and we reproduce it for old acquaintance sake. . Teeasubv Department, i Washington. Jan. 15. 1S22.J Sir: This Department is desirous of knowing hew far the Tombigbee runs up. You will plase communicate the information. Respectfully, W. H. CRAWFORD. S. Din smore, Esq., Collector, Mobile. Mobile. Feb. 7. 1S22. Sir: I have the honor to acknowledge the receipt of your letter of the 15th ult.. and of informing you in reply, that the Tombigbee does not run up at all. S; DINSMORE, Hon. W. H. Crawford, Secretary of the Treasury. . Treasury Dxpastuekt. - ) Washington. March 1. 1S22$ Sir; I have the honor to inform yon that this Department has no further service for you as collector of Mobile. Respectfully. W. H. CRAWFORD. S. Dinsmoee. Mobile. 'I Grew the Rest." A boy down east, three years of age. was eiked who md him. Holding hw little hand a, fot from tie floor ha artlessly replied, "God ma'de dim little boy so Mgh. hi Jgrero tt r$fT "

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