Rensselaer Gazette, Volume 3, Number 2, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 4 May 1859 — Page 1

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The Rensselaer Gazette.

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VOL. 3.

yoftrn. Till: INOF.It DOG INi THE FIGHT, I know that the world, that the great big world, From the peasant up to the king, Has a different tale from the tale I tell, And a different song to sing. But to me —and I care not a single fig If tliev say I am wrong or am right— I shall always go for the teeaktr dog, For the underdog in the fight. I know that the world, the great big world, Will never a moment stop To s»e which dog may be in fault, But will shout for the dog on top. But for me, I never shall pause to ask Which dog may be in the right, Forinv heart will beat, while it beats at all, For tlie under dog in the fight. perchance what I've said I had better not said, Or ’twere better I had said it incog; But with heart with glass filled chock to the brim, Here’s a health to the bottom dog.

IBisrellaiuous. A It EVOLUTIONARY RELIC, The following interesting documei.t was found among the papers of Major John Jacob Schsefmyc'-, a do eased patriot of the Revolution- It is a discourse delivered on the eve of tlie battle of Brandywine, by Rev. Joab Trout, to a large portion of tlie American soldiers, in presence ol General Washington, General Wavne, and other officers of the army: REVOLUTIONARY SERMON. “They that take tae sword shall perish by the sword.” Soldiers and Countrymen: We have met this evening perhaps for the last time. We have shared the toil of the march, the peril of the fight, and the dismay of the retreat, alike; e have endured tlie cold and hunger, the contumely of the internal foe, and the courage of the foreign oppressor. \V<- hive sat, night afer night, helore the camp lire; we have together heard the roll of the reveille, which called us to duty, or the beat ol the tattoo, which gave the signal for the hardy sleep of the s .Idier, with the earth for his bed and the knapsack for his pillow. And now, soldiers and brethern, we have met in the pe.'C- ul vail y on the eve ol b.i - tie, while the sunlight is dying away beyond yonder bights, the sunlight that to-morroxv morn will glimmer on scenes ol blood. We have met, amid th%[ wlulening tents ol our encampment; in the time of terror and gloom have we gathered together—God grant that it may not be for the last time. It is a solemn moment. Brethern, does not the solemn voice of nature seem to echo the sympathies of "he hour! The flag ol our country drops heavily from yonder stafT—the breeze has died away along the green plain of Chadd’s Ford—the plain that spreads before us glittering in the sunlight—the bights of the Brandywine arise gloomy and grand beyond the waters of yonder stream —all nature holds a pause of solemn silence on the eve of uproar, end blood and strife of tomorrow. “They that take the sword, shall perish by the sword.” And have not they taken the sword! Let the desolated plain, the blood-sodden valley, the burned farm-house blackenim* in 3 the sun, the sucked village and the ravaged town, un.- wer—let the whitening bones of the butchered farmer,strewn along the fields of his homestead, answer—let the sturvim* mother, with her babe clinging to the w thered breast that can afford no-sustenance; let her answer with the death rattle mingling with the murmuring tones that marked the last struggle of her life; let the dying mother and her babe answer. It was but a day past, and our land slept in the quiet of peace. War was not here; wrong was not her?. Fraud and woe, and misery and want dwelt not. among us. From the eternal solitude of the greenwoods, arose the blue smoke o the settler’s cabin, and golden fields of corn looked forth from amid the waste of the wilderness, and the glad music of human voices awoke the silence of the forest. Now, God of mercy/ behold the change. Under the shadow of a pretext, under the sanctity of the nam n of God, invoking the Redeemer to their aid, do these foreign hirelings slay our people! They throng our towns—they darken our plains, and now they encompass our posts on the lonely plain of Chadd’s Ford. “They that take the sword, shall perish by the sword ’’ Breih urn, think me not unworthy of belief win llt you the doom of the British is near. Think m not vain when I tell you that beyond me cloud that now enshrouds us, I see gathering (luck and fast the darker cioud and blacker storm "if Divii e retribution.

RENSSELAER. JASPER fOUNTY. IND., WEDNESDAY. MAY 4. 18-59.

They may conquer us to-morrow. .Might and wrong prevail, and we may be driven from this field; but the hour of God’s own vengence will come! Aye, if in the vast solitude of eternal space, if in the heart of the boundless universe, there throbs the being of an awful God. quick to avenge, and sure to punish guilt, then will the man George Brunswick, called King, feel in his brain and his heart, the vengeance of the eternal Jehovah! A blight will be upon his life—a withered brain, and an accursed intellect; a blight will be upon his children and on his people. Great God, how dread the punishment. A crowded populace, peopling the dense towns where the man of money thrives, while the laborer starves; want striding among the people in all its forms of terror; and ignorant and God-defying priesthood chuckling over the miseries of millions; a proud and merciless nobility adding wrong, land heaping insult upon the robbery and J fraud; royalty corrupt to the very heart, and aristocracy rotten to the core; crime and want linked hand in hand, and tempting men to deeds of woe and death—these are a part of the doom and retribution that come upon the English throne and the English people Soldiers—l look around upon your familiar faces with a strange interest. To-mor-row morning we will go forth to the b ittl for need I tell you that your unworthy min- | ister will march with you, invoking God’s aid in the fight—we will march forth to battle! Need I exhort you to fight the good fight, to fight for your homesteads, for your wives and children! My friends, 1 might urge you to fight by the galing memories of British wronjs YValton—l might tell you of your father, butchered in the silence of the night on the plains of Trenton: I might picture his grey hair dabbled in blood; I might ring his deuthj shriek in your ears. Shelmirt—l might | tell you of a butchered mother, and a sister j outraged; the lonely farm-house, the night i assault, the roof in flames, the shouts of the troopers as they dispatched their victims, the cries lor mercy and the pleadings of innocence for pity. I might paint this all again in the vivid color of the terrible reality, if I thou ’lit your courage needed such wild excitement. But. I know you are strong in the might of the L>r.l. You will march forth to battle on the morrow, with light hearts and deterj mined spirit, though the solemn duty—tho [duty of av nging the dead—may rest heavy on your souls. And in the hour of battle, when all around is darkness, lit by the lurid cannon glare, and j the piercing musk t flash, when the wounded ! strew the ground, and the dead litter your i path—then remember, soldiers, that G >d is j with you. The eternal God fights for you—|he rides on the battle cloud, be sweeps on- > ward with the march of the hurricane charge. : G d, the aw’ful and infinite, fights for you, | and you will triumph. j “They that take the sword, shall perish by the sword.” You have taken the sword, but not in tho i spirit of wrong or ravage. You have taken the sword for your homes, for your wives, ! for your little ones. You have taken the sword for truth, and justice, and right, and to you the promise is—be of goad cheer, for your foes have taken the sword in defi ince iof all that men hold dear, in blasphemy of God—they shall perish by the sword. And now, brethern and soldiers, I bid you all farewell. Many of us may fall in the battle of to-morrow. God rest the souls of the fallen! Many of us may live to tell the story of the fight to-morrow, and in the memory of all will ever restand linger the quiet scenes of this Autumnal night. Solemn twilight advances over the valley; ; the woods on the oppo ite hights fling their . r?g shadows over the green of the meadow; around tvs are the tents of the continental host, the suppressed bustle of the camp, the hurried tramp of the soldiers to and fro among the tents, the stillness and awe that, marks the eve of battle. When we meet again, may the shadows of twilight be flung over a peaceful land. God in Heaven grant it. Let us.pray. PRAYER OF THE REVOLUTION. Great Father, we bow before thee; we invoke thy blessing, we deprecate thy wrath; we return thee thanks for the past, we ask thy aid for the future. For we are in times of trouble, oh, Lord, and sore beset by foes, merciless and unpitving. The sword gleams over our land, and the dust of the soil is dampened with the b.ood of our neighbors and friends. Oh! G d of mercy, we pray thee to bh*ss , the American arms. Make the man oi' oar i hearts strong in thy wisdom, bless, wc be- j seech thee, with renewed life and ptreßgth,j our hope, and thy instrument, even George

“FREEDOM NATIONAL—SLAVERY SECTIONAL."

Washington; shower thy counsels on the honorable the Continental Congress; visit our host, comfort the soldier in his wounds and afflictions, nerve him for the fight, prepare him for the hour of death. And in the hour of need,oh. God of Hosts, do thou be our stay; and in the hour of triumph, be thou our guide. Teach us to be merciful. Though the memory of galiing wrongs be at our hearts, knocking for admittance, that they may fill us with a desire of revenge; yet let us, oh, Lord,spare the vanquished,though they never spared us, in the hour of butchery and bloodshed. And in the hour of death, do thou guide us to the abode prepared for the blest; so shall we return thanks unto thee, through Christ our Redeemer. God prosper the cause. Amen.

A Dissolving' View of the Democracy.

Dr. O. A. Brownson, in,the April number ! of his Quarterly Review, has ail article up- | on Democracy, which, cou-idering he has been one of itschief p.’jphets, is as significant as as it is conclusive. The Do tor wields a ! vigorous pen and is a strong thinker. When the “logic of ei ents” brings such a man ttg: the confessional, it lias meaning in it. Dr. Brownson confesses :o have supported Mr. Buchanan with reluctance, admits that his “worst apprehensions have been reali ized,” and intimates that bis Administration has inaugurated a policy which, if not checked, will one day make the President - an Emperor. But in casting off Buchanan the Review i does not take up Douglas, for it regards his ‘ great principle” with aversion. It declares ; that, “His doctrine of popular sovereigty, as we j understand it, is the most dangerous doctrine ! that can be asserted, and one which every American statesman should set his face l against.” The doctrine advanced by Mr. Lincoln in ; his canvass, that this country must eventually “become all free or all slave—that u j house divided against itself cannot long ; stand,” is thus stated ifi the Review: “It (Cuba) is wanted only to give us [another slave State, ahd to strengthen the institution of slavery, which, after all, it would we.-ken. The South is strong, it she remains as she Is, and does not attempt to ; ex end slaver*' beyond its present limits, or ito acquire new slave territory. Slavery and I the free labor system are decidedly antagonistic- | al, and the expansion of one necessarily resists that of the other. It is not possible that the slave system of labor should triumph in this country, and the South may as well give up the - hope of it at once. There is yet power enough in the Sou’hern States, and loyalty to the Constitution in the North, to protect Slavery where it is: out let the South attempt to ex.ond it bet, ,nd its present constitutional limits, and she will lose what she | has. Secession from the Union, and the formation of a Southern slave republic, even if attempted, will not save slavery, but precipitate its abolition.” Of the future, the Review says: “Whatever party may succeed in 1860, we I trust it will not be called “Democratic,” and any party in the country not called by that name will prove a gain. We do not sympathize with the Republican party, so called, it is not purely Republican in contradistinction from Demo.ratic, has too many Democratic principles and tendencies, and is tinctured with Abolitionism, is even yet a little “wooly headed;” but it has a good name, and if it succeeds to power under that name, will be forced to eliminate its Democratic elements, and develop in a constitutional sense. It is even now assuming a ground less unconstitutional than that which it formerly occupied, and approaching, on the question of Slavery, a p ilicy equ i > \ removed from Abolitionism and Pro-S ery. YVe should not fear its accession to power so much as ice did in 1856. The election, even of Mr. Seward to the Presidency, would do less to try the strength of the Union, than the election of Air. Buchanan has done." We are glad to find so able a Democratic expounder admitting that the Union might still hang together, if a Republican should be elected President in 1660. It is a confession, in view of t!> • probability, which is exceedingly grateful and we put it on record that the prepnr.t! ion-, to “let the Union slide,” may begi 1 . ver. A Natural Whistler. —A little Irish chap in Cincinnati, aged seventeen months, is said neither4o cry or talk, but to whistle instead. Of course, his whistle hasn’t got many turns to it in the way of tune, but is as clear as an adult’s. An exchange suggests that it’s a young locomotive, probably, but wc think this phenomenon might be ascribed to a superabundance of “wind.”

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William Wirt.

“Tlrnre is a better world, of which I have' thought too little.” So wrote Wm. Wirt to Judge Carr in 1831. On the death of one of his daughters, Mr. Wirt wrote to Judge Carr: 5 [“I owe you several letters, my dear friend; i but you are good and kind, and can sllow! for my situation. I have had such a winter as I never had before. Heavy causes to argue, with a broken heart and exhausted strength—when, at every.step, I felt far better disposed to lie down in the grave. Even now lam unfit to write. For me the heavens are hung in mourning, and the earth covered with heaviness. The charm of life is: gone. I look at my beloved wife and my I still remaining ciicle of affectionate children, I and my heart reproaches me with ingratitude | to Heaven. I have been too blessed for my deserts. The selection of the victim is too striking to be misunderstood. “There is a better world, of which I have! thought too little. To that world she has gone, and thither thy affections have followed j her. This was Heuven’s design. I see and! feel it as distinctly as if an angel had re-; vealed it. 1 often imagine that I can see! her beckoning me to the happy world to! which she has gone. She was my companion, my office cam panion,'my librarian, my j clerk. My papers now beur her indorsement. Soe pursued her studies in my office’ by jiny side—sat with me, walked with me—was my inexpressibly sweet and inseparable companion—never left me but to go and sit with her mother. We knew all her intelligence, all her j ure and delicate sensibility, the quickness .Did power of her perceptions, her seraphic love. She was all love, and loved all God’s ?ution, even the animals, trees, and plan: She loved her God and Savior wi h ai: angel's love, and died like a * saint.” About the same time he wrote to his wife: “My sweet angel v sits me, by faith, m ny times in the course of the day and night. 1 want only my blessed Savior’s assurance o’ pirdon and acceptance to be at peace. I wish to find no rest short of rest in Ilim.” Dearest heart, let,us both look up to that Heaven where our, angel is, and from winch she is still permitted to observe us with interest — up to that Heaven where our Savior dwells, und from which He is showing the attractive face of our blessed und harpy chi Id, and bidding us prepare to come to her, since she can no longer come to us.” I have no taste now for worldly business. I go to it reluctantly. I W'ould keep company only with my Savior and his holy book. I dread the world—the strife and contention and umulation of the bar; yet I will do my duty—this is part of my religion.” In December, 1833, another daughter died; but he was armed with Christian patience | i and resignation,’"and writes Judge Cabell: “I look upon life as bearing the ! same sort, though not tlie same degree, ol j relation to eternity as an hour spent at the; theatre, and the fictions there exhibited for ; our instruction, do to the whole of real life. Nor is there a nything in this passing pageant j worth the sorrow we lavish on it. Now, when my children or friends leave me, or when I shall be called to leave them. I con- j sider it as merely parting for the present j visit, to meet under happier circumstances,! where we shall part no more.”

“Mohawk Dutch.”

Tlie following story is good because it is true. We had it from the lips of a good woman, who was told it by the principal actor herself! “Ven 1 first come to Filadelfy to serve, I was very uncivilized,” said Katrine, now a tidy, intelligent servant in a respectable family; “I laugh mooch, and I fee! mooch ashamed to remember how I behave ven I know 60 little. Shon—that was my beau then—Shot), betook me to the tlie iter one night, when I been in Filadelfy three weeks. We sit in the gallery, and we not see good, and Shon he said he would get a petter seat. So he puts Ins leg round de post, and shlides down mit de pit, and“ Tie looks up and calls out, ‘Katrine! Katrine! room down! tisli a goot view here!’ and I leaned over, and said I: ‘How can I cornu, Shon!’ And he said: ‘Just shlide down.’ So I puts my legs round de piller, an ! ?-bi ; n s dovfen too. JJondcr! how de peo[ • ! Dey laugh so dev play no more d. : upon the stage. Eve- 1 ry body laugh, ; ■!, and whistle cil over de house! I was ;t> h ashamed den, though I knew not any ! >rm! But now, I plushes every time I din! J.” I The HV.vZ road (lazetle, of Chic s sound on . .iickles question. It si - ‘ln our opinion Sickles was guilty! ol v : dering a great ..ndrel, for a low-! min. woman, who w o .ot worth making | such a fusa about ” True as preaching. ‘

Soliloquy of a Low Thief.

“My name is Jim Griggins. I’m a law thief. My parents were ignorant folks, and my advantages for gettin’ an eddycation was limited. I’ve been to the penitentiary once afore, and served out my time like a man. I went for priggin’ a watch. Now I’m locked up again tor-stealin’ two or three ornery over-coats. I’m to stay here three years. I shall alsvays censure my parents for not eddyc.atin’ me. Had I been eddycatad, I could with my brilliant native talents have been a big thief—l believe they call them ‘defaulters.’ Instead of confining myself to prigging over-coats, watches, and sich like, I could have plundered thousands and thousands of dollars and the law would never tech .ne, for I should be smart enough to get elected State Treasurer, or have somthia’ to do with banks, and perhaps ■ little of both. Most likely I should. The two bizinesses seein to be one and insufferable. Then, ye see, I could ride in my carriage, live in a big house with a free-stone frunt, drive a fast team, and drink as much gin and sugar as I wanted to. An investigation might be made, and the noosepapers would come down on me heavy; but whnt would I care for that, having previously taken precious good card of the money! Besides, my ‘party’ would swear stout that I was as innercent as a new-born bal e,ana a great many people would wink very pleasantly and say,‘Well, Griggins understands what he's about— he does!’ But having no eddycation, I’m only a low t! iel—a stealer of over-coats and watches—a ornery cuss any how—and the law puts me through without mercy. It’s all right, I s’pose, and yet I some times think it’s hard to be shut up here, a wearing checkered i clothes, a living on cold vitties, a sleeping on ; iron bedsteads, a looking out upon the world j through iron sketer-bars and pounding stone j hke thunder, day after day, week after week, I und year after year, while my brother | thieves—for between you and I there ain’t j no difference between a thief and a default- ! er, except that the latter is forty times j wuss—who have stolen thousands of dollars to thy one cent, are walking out there in the bright sunshine, dressed up to kill—store clothes on their backs and piles of gold in their pockets! But the law can’t tech defalters—not any. Who was that said there wasn't no difference ’tween tweedledum and tweed'edee! He lied in his throat like a villain as he was. I tell ye there is a tremendous differene! Oh, that I had been liberally eddycated!”

NO. 2.

Fortunate—unspeakably fortunate, is the young man who has a home that he loves, and dear ones nestling there to whom bis heart goes out in immeasurable yearnings of affection. The youth who has come to the city to seek his fortune, is guarded as by an angel from Heaven, when he carries fresh in his memory the picture of a humble cottage home which shelters the dear and venerated being who gave him birth. The thrill of her loving touch, as she laid her hand upon his head in blessing, ere he turned his footsteps toward the great city, shall hold him ever in the path of life and charm the tempter away. And still more blessed is he if he has to devote a portion of his wages to the support of that home, and of those dear ones whom he so loves. In sucli a case, his earnings are hallowed with a sacredness which communicates itself to bis character, and is exhibited in blossoms ot noble duteousness. The consciousness that tlie wages of his toil gladden, and beautify and make comfortable the home of his childhood and the author of his being, gives a dignity to his labor, and a delight in its rewards, such as no mere selfish spirit of acquisition can impart. Therefore, Oye young men, remember your paternal homes, and devote at least a portion of your earnings to the making of them brighter and happier, that your own life-path may be brightened by the effulgence w h/ch is ever radiated from good deeds.

Oil of brickbats and compound unadulterated concentrated sirup of paving stones, manufactured only by I J r. Humbugbras Hollowbelly, and sold only by his regularly authorized agents. Beware of counterfeits. [certificate.] Mr. Hollowbelly. —Dear Sir: I kicked, the bucket last night, but while the undertaker was placing me in the coffin, a vial of your Essential Oil burst in his pocket and streamed down on my face; I opened my eyes, sneezed, and then arose. The shroud having received a portion of the oil, instantly took root in the floor, and expanded into beautiful cotton stocks, each filled with bursting pods. The coffin rose on end, sprouted forth shoots and grew into a magnificent mahogany tree, which burst off the roof of my house and wafted into the evening breeze its luxuriant branches, amid which the monkeys chattered and the parrots fluttered their fan-like wings. I remain, Your revived fr:end,

o"CrThe“Oobden Testimonial” which the people of England awarded to Richard Cobden, now in this country, for his exertions in repealing the duties on wheat, by a voluntary subscription, reached the sum ot £70,000 sterling—s32o.oo0 —a solid testimonial, worthy of a wealthy, generous sad thoughtful people.

Remember Home.

A Sew medicine.

TIMOTHY TICKLEBERRY.