Rensselaer Gazette, Volume 2, Number 10, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 7 July 1858 — Page 1

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-‘ * foriq THE PATTEB OF EITTEE FEET. Up with the sun at morning, Away to the garden he hien, To see if the sleepy blossoms Have began to open their eyes. Running a race with the wind, With a step as light and fleet, Under my window I hear The patter of little feet. Now to the brook he wanders, In swift and noiseless flight, Splashing, the sparkling ripples * Like a fairy water-sprite. No sand under fabled river, Has gleams like his golden hair. No pearly sea shell is fairer Than his slender ankles bare; Nor the rosiest stem of coral That blushes on ocean’s bed, Is sweet as the flush that follows Our darling’s airy tread. From a broad window my neighbor Looks down on our little cot, And watches: the “poor man’s blessing"— I cannot envy bis lot. He has pictures, books and music. Bright fountains and noble trees. Flowers that! blossom in roses. Birds from beyond the seas; But never does childish laughter His homeward footsteps greet, His stately halls ne’er echo To the tread of innocent feet. This child [is our "speaking picture," A birdling that chatters and sings, Sometimes a sleeping cherub—(Our other one lias wings.) His heart is a charmed casket, Full.df all that's cunning and sweet. And irb harp-strings hold such music As follows his twinkling feet When the glory of sunset opens, The Highway by angels trod, And stems to unbar the City Wiiosjs bijilfler and maker is God, Close t® thg crystal portal. I see Tiythe gates of pearl, The eyc,s of oiir other angel— A tw.inbbrn little girl. • i And I asked to be taught, and directed To guide his footsteps aright, So that I be accounted worthy To walk in sandals of light. And hear amid songs of welcome From messengers trusty and fleet. On the starry floor of Heaven, The patter off little feet.

MhtcUnumis. - 7? . __ __A. _ DEACON GILES’ DISTIEEERY. [The following article (which we have had in our possession for a number of years) was written twdnjy-two years ago, and was first printed in the Land Mark, a paper then publihsed in Salem, Massachusetts. It was written by the Rev. George B. Cheever. A certain Deacon), who owned a distillery, and carried on the distillery business, and kept Bibles for sale, but whose name was not-mentioned in the article, prosecuted the reverend gentleman for slander; and, strange ! to tell, he found a court and jury so much ; in favor of “the Worm of the Still,” that) they sentenced him to thirty days imprison- j ment in. the common jail of the county. During his imprisonment, he was visited by crowds of the most respectable citizens of that and the neighboring counties. This low act of persecution brought Dr. Cheever into general notijea, and he had repeated in- ’ vitations to become the Pastor of some of! the most respectable Churches in the Uni- I ted States. He is now the minister of one ' of the large and flourishing Congregational churches in Brooklyn, New York. The Judge who presided at the trial was the present Chief Justice Shaw of Massachusetts-, who recently decided that selling liquor contrary to law is a nuisance,'' , qnd that any person has the right to abate such nuisance. This indicates the remarkable change in public opinion in the last twentytwo years in regard to the subject of temperance in old Massachusetts. It is a strange fact, that the locality which exhibited this ebullition of underserved wrath, is the same place which, two hundred years ago, originated that strange, fanatical delusion called “Salem Witchcraft." — Ed. Gaz.] “INQUIRE AT AMOS GILES’ DISTILLERY.” Some time ago, the writer’s notice Was arrested by an advertisement in one of the newspapers whreh closed with words similar to the following: “Inquire at Amos Giles’ Distillery.” ts The readers of the Land Mark may suppose, if they choose, that the following story was a dream, suggested by that phrase: Sj ! Deacon Giles_was a man-who loved money, and was never troubled with tenderness of conscience. His father, and his grand-father, before him, had been distillers; and the same occupation had come to him as an heir-loom jni the family. The stillhouse was black with age, as well as with the furnaces that npver went out; and thfe fumes of tortured ingredients ceaselessly converting into alcohol. It looked like one of Vulcan’s Stith.ieis translated from the in-

"FREEDOM NATIONAL—SLAVERY SECTIONAL."' *

RENSSELAER, JASPER COUNTY, IND., WEDNESDAY, JULY 7, 1858.

fernal regions into this world. Its stench filled the atmosphere, and it seemed as if drops of poisonous alcoholic perspiration might be made to ooze out from any one of its timbers or clapboards, on a slight pressure. Its owner was treasurer to a Bible Society, and he had a little counting-room in one corner of the distillery, where he sold Bibles. “He that is greedy of gain troubleth his own house.” Any one of those Bibles would have told him this; but he chqse- to learn it from experience. It was said that the worm of the still (ay coiled in the bosom of his family; and certain it is, that one of its members had drowned himself in a vat of hot liquor, in the bottom of which a skeleton was some time after found, with weights tied to the ancle bones.* Moreover, Deacon Giles’ temper was none of the sweetest naturally; and the liquor which he drank, and the fires and spirituous fumes among which he lived, did nothing to soften it. If his workmen fell into his vats, he often fell out with his workmen. This was not to be wondered at, considering the nature of their wages, which, according to no unfrequent stipulation, would be as much raw rum as they could drink. Deacon Giles worked on the Sabbath. He would neither suffer the fires of his distillery to go out, nor to burn while he was idle; so he kept as busy as they. One Saturday afternoon he and his workmen had quarrelled, and all went off in anger. He was in much perplexity for want of hands to do the Devil's Work on the Lord's day. In the dusk of the evening, a gang of sin-gular-looking fellcws enteied .the door ofhis distillery. Their dress was wild and uncouth, their eyes glared, and”their language had a tone that was awful. Tfcey offered to work for the Deacon; and he on his part was overjoyed; for'he thought within himself, that as they had probably been turned out of employment elsewhere, he could engage them on his own terms. He made them his accustomed offer, of us much rum every day, when work was don/, ns they could drink; but they would not take it. Some of them broke out, aiiftl told the Deacon they bad enough of hot things where they came from, without drinking i damnation in the distillery. And when they i said that, it seemed to him as if their breath 'burned blue; but he was not certain, and [ could not tell what to make of it. Then he offered them a pittance of money; but they set up such a laugh that he thought the roof of the distillery would fall in. They demanded a sum which the Deacon said ha could not give, and would not to»_the best set of workmen that ever lived; much less to such piratical-loqking scapejails as they. Finally, he said he would giv-e half what they asked, if they would take two-tlrirds of that in Bibles. When he mentioned the wbrd Bibles, they all looked toward the door, and made a step backward, and the Deacon thought they trembled; but whether it was antrer or delirium tremens, or something else, he could not tell. However, they.walked and made signs to each other; and one of them, who seemed to be the Read man, agreed with the Deacon, that if be would let them work by night, instead of day, they would stay with him awlille, and work on.his own terms. To this he agreed, and they immediately went to work. The Deacon had a fresh cargo of molasses to be worked up, and a great many hogsheads then in from his country customers to be filled with liquor. When he went home, he locked up the doors, leaving the distjllery to his new workmen. As soon as he was gone, you would have thought that one of the chambers of hell had been transported to earth, with all its inmates. The distillery glowed with fires that burned hotter than ever before; and the figures demons passing to and fro, and leaping and yelling in the midst of their work, made it look like the entrance to the bottomless pit. Some of them sat astride the rafters over the heads of the others, and amused themselves with blowing flames out of their mouths. The work of distilling seemed play to them, and they carried it on with supernatural rapidity. It was hut enough to have boiled the molasses in part of the distillery, but they did not seem to mind it at all. Some lifted the hogsheads as easily as you would a teacup, and poured their contents into the propgr recepticals; some scummed the boiling liquors; some, with huge ladles, dipped the smoking fluid from the different vats, and, raising it high in the air, seemed to take great delight in watching the fiery steam as they spouted it back again; some drafted the distilled liquor into empty casks and hogheads; some stirred the fires—all were boisterous and horribly profane, and seemed to engage in their work with such * A literal fact.

familiar and malignant satisfaction, that I concluded the business of distilling was as natural as hell, and must have originated there, I gathered from their talk that they were going to play a trick on the Deacon, that should cure him of offering rum and Bibles to his workmen; and I soon found out, from their conversation and movements, what it was: they were going to write certain inscriptions on all his rum casks, that should remain invisible until sold by the Deacon; but should flame out in characters of fi-e when they were broached by his retailers, or exposed for the use of the drunkards. When they had filled a few casks with liq-[ uor, one of them took a great coal of fire, and having quenched it in a mixture of rum and molasses, proceeded to write, apparently by way of experiment, upon the heads of the different vessels. Just as it was dawn, they left off work, and all vanished together. In the morning, the Deacon was puzzled to kpow how they had got out 1 of the distillery, as he found it fast just as he had left |it in the evening. He was still more amazed to find that.they had done more i work than could have been accomplished in the ordinary way in three weeks. He pondered the thing not a little, and concluded that it was the work of supernatural -agents. At any rate, they had done so much that lie .thought he could attend mating that day, jas it was the Sabbath. Accordingly, he went to church, and heard his minister say that God could pardon sin without an attenement; that the words hell and devil were mere figures of speech, and that all rnen would certainly be saved. He was ! much pleased, and inwardly resolved that he would send his minister half a cask of wine; and as it was communion Sabbath, he atI tended church all cfay. In the evening, the men canfe back again; |-and again the Deacon locked them up to : themselves, and they went to work. They ■ finished all his. molasses, and filled all his [ rum-barrels and kegs, and hogsheads with i liquor, and marked them, as on tlie proceed- [ ingt-evening, with invisible inscriptions. Most of the titles ran thus: "Consumption sold here: inquire at Deacon Giles' distillery.'" " Convulsions and Epilepsies: inquire at Amos Giles' distillery" ‘'lnsanity and Murder: inquire at Amos Giles' distillery." “Rheumatism and Dropsy—Pu\tridl'ev/’r and Cholera vntjie collapse: inquire at Amos Giles' distillery." “Delerium Tremens: inquire at Amos Giles' distillery." Many ot the casks had on them inscriptions like the following: “Distilled Death and Liquid Damnation.'' “The Elixir of Hell, for the bodies of those whose souls are I coming there." [ Some of the demons had even taken pas- ' sages from the Scriptures; and marked the hogsheads thus: “ IWio hplh woes? inquire at Deacon Giles distillery." ho hath redness of eyes? inquire at Amos Giles' distillery." Others had written sentences like the following: “A portion from the Lake of Fire and Brimstone: inquire at Amos Giles' distillery." ■ All these inscriptions burned, when visible, a “still and awful red.” One of the most terrible was as follows: “ Weeping and wailing, and gnashing of teeth: inquire at Deacon Giles' distillery." In the morning the workmen vanished as before, just as it was dawn; but in the dusk of the evening they came again and told the Deacon it was against their principles to take wages for work done between Saturday night and Monday morning; and as they could stay with him no longer, he was welcome to what they had done. The Deacon was very urgent to have them remain, and joflered to hire them for the season at any wages; but they would not: so they went away, and he saw them no more. In the course of the week, most of the casks were duly hoisted on their stoups in conspicuous situations, in the taverns and groceries, and rum-shops. But no sooner had the first glass been drawn from any of them, than the invisible inscriptions flamed out on the cask-heads to every beholder—- “ Consumption sold here!" “Delirium tremens!" “Death, damnation and hell, fire!" The drunkards were terrified from the'dramshops. The bar-rooms were emptied of their customers; but in their place a gaping crowd filled every store that contained a cask of the Deacon’s devil-distilled liquor, to wonder and be frightened at the spectacle; for no art could erase the inscriptions/and even when the liquor was drawn into new cas-ks, the same deadly letters broke out in blue and red flames all over the surface. The rumseliers and tavern-keepers, and grocers were full of fury. They loaded their teams with the accursed liquor, and diove it badk to the distillery. All around and before the Deacon’s door, the returned casks were piled (ip, one upon another; and it

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seemed! as if the inscriptions burned brighter than ever. “ Consumption! Damnation! Death and Hell Fire!" mingled together in frightful confusion; and in equal prominence; in every case, flamed out the inscrip- [ tion, “Inquire at Deacon Giles' distillery." One would have thought that the bare sight would have been enough to terrify every drunkard from his cup, and every trader from the dreadful traffic in ardent spirits. Indeed, it had some effect for the time; but it was not lasting; and the demons knew it would not be, when they played the trick; for they knew the Deacon would continue to make rum; and as long as he made it, there would be people to buy it and drink it: and so it proved. The Deacon had to turn a vast quantity of liquor into the street, and burn up the hogsheads; and his distillery has smelled of brimstone ever since: but he would not give up the trade. He carries it on still; and every time I see his advertisement, “Inquire at Amos Giles' distillery," I think I see hell and damnation, and he the proprietor.

GETTING INTO THE WRONG SHOP.

A DOWN-EAST SKETCH. A few months ago there arrived in the quiet city of Portland, a home-spun specimen of the down-easter, in a packet, all the way from Passamaquoddy. Upon going ashore, he inquired the way to the nearest public 'house, hnd was informed that itstoo’d directly a t t the head of the pier where he had landed. Oppdsite the head of the wharf stands the ‘‘Eagls Coffee House.” At the corner is located the Custom House, the front of which is surrounded by a large gilt spread eagle. Into the latter our traveler walked, valisejn hand; and having found his way into the first room, which chanced to be- the Surveyor’s Department, he threw his luggage against the corner, seized an arm-chair, and drew himself up to the fire. Bracing his feet against the grate, he pulled forth a huge pipe, and having very leisurely crowded it with pig-tail, he cocked his head over his shoulder, and commenced puffing away in right good earnest. The Surveyor gazed at the queer, biped a moment, bnt concluded to wait the finale of this scene, without intruding unprofitable questions. ‘ Having finished his pipe laziily, the traveler turned about to the official, with—- “ Cold day, nabur.” “Very, sir.” “How long to dinner!” t ‘To what, sir?” “Dinner” “We dine at two,” continue the Surveyor, discovering the stranger’s error, and disposed for the nonce to humor it. “Wh r's the old man !” (meaning the landlord,) “The Collector is in the next room, sir,” said the agreeable Surveyor; and our downeaster immediately moved himself into the Collector’s Department, toting hYs luggage along as he went Hqving laid down his traps, he stepped up to the counter, where jstood a pitcher and a tumbler, for the use of the room. The Cashier looked at him an instant, when the stranger brpke silence. “Brandy and water.” “What, sir?” exclaimed the astonished accountant. “A little brandy and water, ’f’u please.” Leaving the bar-keeper (as he supposed him) to fix his toddy, he moved forward and suddenly discovered the Collector of the Port sound asleep in his easy chair. Stepping up to him, he gave him a most unceremonious blow upon the back, and shouted at the top of his voice: “Hello? ole feller, haow ar’ yer?” Had a stroke of lightning struck between the shoulders of the naturally modes Land quiet Collector, he would not have been half so seriously startled as he was at this unexpected assault; and, half springing, half tumbling on his feet, he gazed, thunderstruck, upon the unwelcome visitor now before him. “I say, ole boss, how d’o deu?” “Sir!" exclaimed the collector. “Glad tu see yer. Teio toddies, bar-keeper! Brandy and water for me. Wot der yer drink, ’squire" l ” “Sir!" exclaimed the collector again, imagining himeelf'the victim of some horrid dream. “Come, come, ole feller; wake up?” added his tormentor, bringingdown his huge mauler again between the Collector’s shoulders, and well nigh knocking the breath entirely out of his body. “There’s some mistake here, sir,” said the Collector, springing back. “Not a bit uv it, ole rusty; I know yeu» jes like a ink-stan’.’’ “I don’t remember, really” “Yes yen deu, sart’n. But never mind. Wot yer goin’tu fuke’”

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“Do you know where you are; sir?” inquired the collector, supposing the man to be a lunatic, whom he had better get rid of as easily as possible’ “Me? Sart’n. In Portlan’—Eagle Coffee House. You’re ole Brass, the lan’lord; I know yeu. O, git aout! We’re bound tu hev a drink” —and he drove his thumb and forefinger into the Collector’s ribs with so good an earnest that he nearly “finished his business” for him. “Excuse me, sir, but” “No sir-ree. No backin’aout, ole squibob —l’ve seen yeu goit-afore,yer know. Come, bar-keeper, tote aout the licker. All mumchum, yer knoty. I un’stan’—agin the law to sell brandy in Portlan’—but ire know; pass it up.” “You have mistaken your quarters, sir.” “Eh!” ' J * “This is the Custom House.” “The wot?'' • “The Custom House.” “Cns , eh!” continued the discomfitted traveler, endeavoring to get the thing through his head. “Not the Coffey House?” “No, sir.” “Wai I never!" said the chop-fallen traveler, gathering up his duds. “Looking about him to be satisfied of his error, he concluded by inquiring what was the expense. He was informed that there was nothing to pay. “Wai, ole feller, a mistake isn’t a hay- ; stack, eh!” “No, fortunately,” said the Collector. “Wai, I wouldn’t ha’ b’lieved I could ha’ made sich a blunder;’’ and then insisting that the “hul craowd should g'out and take a gin’ral drink,” which was declined, he seI cured his luggage and hastily vamosed, to the ! no small gratification of the government i officials, who had been so queerly startled I from their eustomary propriety. i (K/’A prisoner estaped from the Wiscou- ■ sin Penitentiary last week, in a very ingenI ions manner. He pretended to be sick, and was therefore allowed the privilege of walking! n the yard. He-then made a sort of an I im ge, cut the hair frem his own head, deci orated the top of the image with it, and deposited if carefully in his. bunk and took his ! customary walk in the yard. At night the I wati-h looked into his cell and noticed him, .as he supposed, reposing quietly in his accustomed place. The next morning whenhis cell was visited he was still unmolested, and on account pf his sickness, was further indulged. At noon, however, it was thought about time flib made some signs, and the watch proceeded to stir him up. But he wasn’t there. (fcj“A large- decrease is noticeable in the wool crop of Ohio, and an increase price i« looked for. The wet weather delayed somewhat the sheep-shearing, and the present j fleece has not yet entered the market. Some of the best judges insist that prices , before August will reach the highest figure of last year, notwithstanding the money pressure. Danish bark has landed 302 Asiatics at having lost a large number of others on her passage. A slaver is reI ported as captured on the south of Cuba, j with 900 Africans on board. (Ly~The late Hon. John C. Calhoun, of I South Carolina, is to have a monument' ! erected over his remains. The corner-stone ' of the monument will be laid at Charleston ; on Monday next. (C3“A Jarge number of British officers, ! serving in India have tendered their resigna- ■ tions. Fighting the natives with tho mercury at 120 is considered altogether too ' warm work for their endurance. O^7"A cow belonging to Judson Church of Wheatland, Michigan, gave birth to a calf a few days ago, which had a head perfectly like that of a horse and weighed one hundred and thirty pounds. the place on St. Helena ; where Napoleon spent his exile, and the scene of his death, has been purchased bv the French Government. gallons of New York swill milk were recently placed in a patent churn, and the product of the churning wai two gallons of whisky. _ (£7"John Sherman, of Ohio, M. C-, is a grand-son of old Roger Sherman— a noble ancestry well preserved. (KZ'John W. Forney is said to be after the Philadelphia Sheriffalty, an office worth $20,000 a year. peaches are being eaten in South F’arolina