Rising Sun Times, Volume 1, Number 53, Rising Sun, Ohio County, 15 November 1834 — Page 1

WW Will 'PLEDGED TO NO PARTt'8 ARBITRARY SWAV, We'll FOLLOW TRUTH WHERE'ER IT LEADS THE WAY."

BY STEVENS & LEXA.

THE DEAD. Tence to the silent dead ! Peac to your voiceless sleep, pale r.iccof mm ! Gathers! from sea and land, from hill and glen, To fill the ttmc cold bed. A counlleft throng are ye! Men of the ancient time peasant aiul kintr, Whote fiery passions made the earth to ring, Whose din r-'iook land and sea. Feace to your quirt !rep! Your arms of terror ar oVrpread with nut. Your giant frames are mingling; with thedust, Your resli lo:ig and deep. Peace to the dead of Rome, r.mpress of heathen time, thy pomp hath fled . At the cay mists around the mountain's head, Wocii thy warm lijjht doth come. Kin;s that did scouree your lands, And ye whose jthiry ne'er hath had a stain, There's hut one voice can call you up again, Sleep till that voice commands. Who doth not M the dead ? It there a heart that throbs not at the name ,V)f ome long perished frirnd whose deathless la V.is own Vreast i treasured ! fame Ask of the fechle one That falters ly the path the aped man With head bowM down toeartlnV forehead wnu If he doth weep for none? Oft in the toil of life, When hard he?el with crirf vo loie to turn And think of thse who'll ne'er again return, The brother son or wife. How s.demn i? the prave! O '. there's a warnm; ia the deal h -quenched eye And pa, palo lip they tell us we must die, The fair the pood the brave. II 1 O ii 11 A I 11 Y. MISS FLOK.V .M'DOX ALU. The romantic story of this celebrated Ileroinft is not confined lo Scotland, nor to the fortunes of the house of Stuart. The hanks of the Cape Fear, in North Carolina, were for several years distinguished by her residence; and it is this circumstance u hich will link her name with the history of that state al most as it already is with that of her own Scotland. The rebellion of Scotland had contributed to the population of the Cape Fear countries, long before the famous revolt of the Highland Clans, under the chivalrous banncrof I rmce Charles Edward, in 1745, after which much of the nobility and gentry of the Stuart party sought a refuge amidst the solitudes of our forests. The fatal battle of Culloden annihilated the power and independence of the highland "lairds ;" and in the year 1747, a colony of five thousand highlanders arrived, and settled on the banks of tha Cape Fear. They came originally from hard necessity, but, even up to this time, from ties of relationship, or the still deeper sympathy of nmtu il origin, the highland emigrants are prone lo seek the sandy region of their countrymen, lie who cannot go to Scotland may penetrate into the counties of Cumberland, Moore, Richmond, Robeson, and indeed into neatly all the Cape Fear counties, where he will find even the Gaelic tongue in all its native purity. Flora McDonald was the daughter of McDonald of Milton, in the island of South Uisl; but her father having died in her infancy, and her mother having married McDonald of Armadale, in Skye, an adherent of the government, she was thus endeared to both parties, the government, and that of Prince Chathes, the young pretender. Her more usual reidence was with her brother the proprietor of Milton; but such seems to have been the estimation ef her character, that she was beloved by every clan, rebellionists or not. She did not see the Prince Charles until after the battle of Culloden, when he was a wanderer, without a home, and without friends or adherents. His forces had been slaughtered and routed, and himself driven to the hills and caves of his kingdom to find a hiding place; and at such a moment Flora McDonald adopted hint and his cause. Site disguised him in a female dress, and guided him from island to island ; and after encountering every hardship and every peril, put him into the way to escape to France, where he had friends oo and around the throne. Flora McDonald was arrested, onfined in prison, and after a year, was released, and then carried into the court society of London, by Lady Primrose, a jacobile lady of wealth and distinction. It is recorded that twenty coaches, of the proudest names of the realm, stood at the door of lady Primrose, to pay their respects to the heroine of the Scotch rebellion, only a few davs after her release. A chaise and four horses were fitted up to take her bark to Scotland; and when she was consulted as to who should escort her home, he selected her fellow prisoner,

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General Malcolm McLeod, who boasted that he "came to London to be hanged, but rode back in a chaise-and-four with Flora McDonald." She afterwards married Kingsburg McDonald, of Kingsburg, the son of one of her old associates in the perilous salvation of Prince Charles; and he, like all the highland gentlemen, was encumbered with heavy obligations, in the way of private debts, and still heaving oaths of fealty to the house of Hanover. In 1773, Dr. Johnson and Mr. Boswell visited the house of Kingsburg McDonald, and were entertained by the generosity and hospitality of the proprietor and his noble spouse. She w as Ihen a fine genteel looking woman, full of the enthusiasm of her early. life; and she was now the mistress of the house in which both the fugitive prince and herself had been once entertained W the father of her husband, she put the great living patriarch of Lnglish letters in the same bed in which the unfortunate prince had on that occasion slept. In the tour to the Hebrides, it is related that Kingsburg McDonald was embarrassed in his private affairs, and contemplated emigration to America. I think it was in 1775, when she arrived in North Carolina and settled at Cross Creek, the seat of the present town of Fayetville. It was a stormy period of our history, and those who came among us at that time to seek peace and contentment weredisappoinled, for they met, at their landing, civil and intestine war. The policy of the royal governor, too, was to carry along with him the Highlanders, whom he represented as still liable to confiscation of estate for their former rebellion. The prudent emigrants were too recently from the bloody field of Culloden lo run heedlessly into another war of . extermination. They measured tnc strength of the English government by theirown experience, and seein ?l0l,nd them no prince of their own blood lo lead them on lo batrte, they nearly to a man joined the royal standard. The truth is, the countrymen of Flora McDonald were incapable of apprecia ting the nature of our revolution. They had come to North Carolina in quest of fortune and undisturbed peace, and clung to the government from a double sense of interest and fear. The tublime idea of an American empire, was not within the range of their hopes or anticipations; but Scotland was again to be their home, when King George should have forgotten their rebellion and fortune should again have restored lo them wealth and importance. Kingsburg McDonald entered with much zeal into the cause of the royal government, and assisted his kinsman, General Donald McDonald, in his extensive preparations for the famous battle of Moore's Creek. Flora, loo, is said to have embraced, with much enthusiasm, the same cause, and to have exhorted her countrymen to adhere to their king. The settlement of Cross Creek was the metropolis of the High landers, and there they congregated to listen to the counsels of their aged chief. The McDonalds, the McLeods, the Cameron, the McNeills, and the Campbells were all represented there, in the person of some beloved and hereditary chieftain, On the first of February, 1776, Don ald McDonald f?ued a proclamation, calling upon all loyal Highlanders to join his standard at Cross Creek, ana on that day fifteen hundred men mus tered under his command. 1 he enthu siastic spirit of Flora forgot that it was not for "her Charlie she was warring, and tradition says she was seen among the tanks encouraging and exhorting them to battle. Loyalty seems to have been a strange principle in the bosom of the highlanders. Thirty years be fore this period, they had fought the battle of Culloden agajnst the house of Hanover, and now they are on the eve of a similar engagement for its support against the cause of freedom. Kingsburg McDonald was a captain in the army of Donald McDonald, and his wife followed the fortunes of the camp. She proceeded with the army towards the camp of General Moore, on Rockfish river, and was with her hus band on the morning of the 26th of Februarr. on the banks of Moore's Creek, a small stream in the county of Hanover. The whig army, under tne command of Colonel Lillington, was encamped on the other 6ide of this . .. r.L ntiL stream; and on the morning oi me m

the celebrated battle of Moore's Creek was fought, the highlanders signally routed, Colonels McLeod and Campbell both slain. Iyingsburgh McDonald taken prisoner, and Flora once more a fugitive and indeed an outlaw. The Highlanders were a brave and loyal race, but poor fellows, they had their Culloden in North Carolina as well as in Scotland. Flora McDonald returned to Cross Creek, without her husband, and there she found the whig banner triumphant, under the command of Colonel Alexander Martin, afterwards governor of the State. The sad reverses of her fortune seemed to have begun. Tradition says her house was pillaged, and her plantation ravaged by the cruelty of the whigs, and there is too much reason to believe it is true. The High

land copulation was for years conquered and kept in subjection by the remembrance of this deleat, and it was only during the latter part of the war, when the contest became mote doubtful, that they again joined in the heat of the battle. The Highlanders, and with them the husband of Flora McDonald, there is too much reason to fear shared the fate of the unfortunate rebellionists of 1745. Their estates were ravaged by force, and as soon as a state government was established, the ravages of the whigs were legalized by an act of confiscation. Kingsburgh McDonald remained in North Carolina but a few years, when he embarked in a sloop of war for Scotland. Mr. Chambers in his admirable history of the rebellion of 1745, records a circumstance that occurred during the voyage, illustrative of her character. 1 he sloop encoun tered a French shin, and in the thick est of the battle, Flora was on deck, encouraging the crew until the contest ceased. She afterwards philosophized, by saying that she had endangered her life for both the house ot btuart ana he bouse of Hanover, but that she did - . .... . i i not npfCe.'ve that sue naa promea oy - r her exertion?. tk, ; a..-dote connected !it l. i.iii r ".. "rk . Ulu wiiii ine UHiue ui inuwicjiu with Donald McDonald, who. was kinsman of Flora, the Highland chief, which deserves to be here recorded. He was an old veteran in the art of war, having been engaged as.an officer in the army of the young Pretender, in 1745, in which character he appeared in the battle of Culloden. Hs was sick at the moment of the battle of Moore's creek, and on committing the fate ot his countrymen into the hands of his Aid-de-camp, Col. McLeod, he remained in his camp. After his forces had been entirely routed," the whig commanders found him alone, seated on a stump, and as they walked up to him, he waved the parchment scro1 II of his commission in the air, and surrendered it into their hands. The town of Fayettville now covers the spot formerly the metropolis of the Highland clans. There lived Flora McDonald, and a host of others, whose names appear in the history of Scotland as brave and warlike spirits. To me it was a beautiful spot, as seen in 1 823, before its destruction by fire, when the spring time of year contributed to embellish the banks of the small stream that winds its way through the very streets of the town. I remember one view which would have been a fit spot, "yen for the romantic genius of Flora i McDonald. There was a small br.u that spanned the stream, connecting the court house and the city hall, and standing on this bridge, you had first the office of Mr. Eccles,an accomplished attorney, immediately before you, suspended over the creek, and connected with the street by a bridge; the stream then flowed on through a spacious and richly cultivated garden, and then hid itself amidst a prolusion of the richest shrubbery. On the left was the Episcopal church, and away down the creek, the high steeple of the Presbyterian meeting house shot up into the air, as if it had been the monument of the spot. A beautiful crystal stream, with embroidered banks, winding its way through the heart of a city; such an ornament had the Cross creek of the Highlanders. There is. another creek that courses along the southern extremity of the town, and just below the city the streams apparently cross at right angles. The superstition was of old, that the waters actually crossed each other, but, by a little observation, you will perceive that the streams have,

as it were accidentally touched, and, without farther conflict separated, and gone off quietly on their serpentine courses. Hence the name of Cross creek. The sufrounding country is a sandy barren, with but little undergrowth, and, but for the lofty pines that cover it, would pass for'a Lybian desert. In the midst of this wide waste of sand stands the American home, of Flora McDonald, a city in a wilderness, an oasis in a sandy desert. The life of no female in the history of any country was ever more deserving, the attention of the historian. The adventurous deeds in the service of the unfortunate prince have been celebrated by almost every poet of the age, and have, more than

any single subject, infused a spirit of love and war into the minstrelsy of her own poetical country. FEMALE INTREPIDITY. When the war of extermirl'on be tween the Indians and Kentuckians at its height, those who inhabited the back parts of the state of Kentucky, were obliged to have their houses built very strong, with loop holes all around, and doors always fastened, so as to repel any attack from the Indians. While the owner of one of these domestic fortresses was with his slaves, at work on the plantation, a negro who was posted near the house, saw approaching a party of Indians. He immediately ran to the house, and the foremost Indian ran after him. The Indian was the fleetest, and as the door opened to admit the negrp, they both jumped in together. The other Indians being some distance behind, the door was instantly closed by the woman within, when the Indian and the negro grappledv Long and hard was the struggle, for as in,, the size of Fitz James and Roderick Dhu, the one was the strongest and the other more expert, but strength this time was the victor, for they fell, the Indian below; when the negro placing his knees on his breast, and holding his hands, kept him in that position, until the woman seizing a broad axe, and taking the Indian by his long hair, at one blow served his head from his bo dy. The negro then seizing the guns, ' fireu !hem at the other Indians, which as fast as uncharged, were loaded again by, the planter's wife, until the party from the field hearing ItZ firing arrived, and the Indians took to flight. RESPECTABILITY. We apprehend that there Is no one thing that occasions more misery in this world than the wrong meaning that has been given to this one word, 'respectability.' What is respectability t Is it being n lawyer, a doctor, a merchant, or a minister t Does it consist in wearing the best broadcloth, or in being able to dance gracefully, or to jabber French fluently! Assuredly not. All these may and do exist, and yet their possessors are as far from being respectable as they are from being useful members of society which by the way is as far as you. can possibly get by way of comparison. True respectability consists in adorning the situation in life in which. Providence has placed us in striving with all assiduity to make ourselves wiser and better in doing all that is in our power to enhance our own happiness and tho happiness of our fellow beings. The man who by his honest industry gains himself and fami ly a comfortable subsistence by tilling the soil, is far more respeCfible than the lawyer who has amassed his thou sands by grinding the face of the poor and wrenching from the hands of the unfortunate his only support in the shape of fees, or the doctor who prescribes his nostrums which oftener kill than cure, or the merchant whose limbs are covered with costly apparel. Men form false estimates from outward appearances it is not outward snow, nor costly apparel, nor difference of cat ling that makes men respectable. There is a certain class ia society mere but terflies, who it is true lay claim to re spcctability, and who affect to treat the common people those who do not choose to deck their persons in gaudy attire, and spend their time in idle fri volity and senseless mirth with great indifference. But when we become acquainted with these creatures, we shall look upon them with pity nnd con tempt pity because they thus etlectu ally by their folly blot out of existence the mind, the soul, that only principle in them which can afford lasting happi ness, and make them useful in the world in which they arc permitted to

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stay,' to live, such beings do not and contempt, that those who have the power thus to make themselves really happy and useful, should thus render themselves complete drones; yes, complete, nuisances in society. Let the honest farmer and mechanic content himself, and act consistently with this reflection, that they are doing more for the good of their country, for mankind, and their own happiness while engaged in their useful employments, than a host of indolent lawyers, ignorant doctors, or insolvent merchants, and let them teach these things diligently to their children, and we shall see less gilded poverty fewer brainless dandies fewer eifeminate and useless females, and more true respectability than we now meet with. CORRECT YOUR ERRORS. Some where it is written that the very hardest words to pronounce in the t,ii'lh language, are these have done Tcrong. It requires a much greater mind to confess the mistakes and errors that are incident to frail humanity thaii it does to continue in the practice of wrong, long after the conviction of the error has been brought home to the understanding. Unless we sometimes change our opinions, we shall never correct a single error of our lives; and that all have erred and gone out of the way, needs not our humble assertion to qualify its truth it is written in the strong and emphatic language of holy writ, and ia graven on the tables of every heart and every memory. The man who subdues his prejudices, and thus conquers himself, has wrought a victory over his worst and most powerful enemy. No matter how. humble and obscure the lot or the lifeof the individual who comes boldly out upon the world with a frank confession of his errors, that individual can never fail, under such circumstances, to command the admiration of every pure heart; he exhibits a greatness of soul which the conquerors of the earth have very seldom possessed; he procures to. himself a solace for the most trying afflictions of his mortal career, and a consolation that will sustain him firmly in the dark hour of his dissolution. William Penn. A man is now liv ing in Bucks county, Pennsylvania, hy. the name of Preston, whose grandmo- -ther died in the year 1774, nnd had seen William Penn, when he first land-, ed at or near where Philadelphia now stands. He stated that his grandmo ther informed him that when the ship in which Governor Penn sailed, came up to the Neshamany, he was met by the Indians nnd that the mast 6truck the trees of Levedc's hill, the present navy yard. She said that the white -people had prepared the best entertainment they could for the governor and family; the Indians had done tne same. William Penn walked with the Indians, sat down with them on the ground, and; ate with them roasted acorns and hom iny; that pleased them so, that they began to show how they could hop and jump; thai vviiuam l enn stepped up and heat them all. buch wise complaisance won and secured their friendship and affection for him during his life, HOW TO MAKE A BOWL OF PUNCH. On the 26th October, 1694, a bowl of punch was made at the Right Hon. Edward Russel s house, when he was Captain General and Commander-in-Chief of His Majesty's forces in the Mediterranean. It was made in a fountain in the garden, in the middle of four walks, all covered over head with . lemon and orange trees; and in every walk was a table, the whole length of it covered with cold collations, &c. In the said fountain were the following ingredients, viz: four hogsheads of brandy, eight hogsheads of water, twenty-five thousand lemons, twenty gallons of limejuice, thirteen hundred weight of fine Lisbon sugar, five pounds of grated nutmegs, three hundred toasted biscuits, and lastly a pipe of dry mountain Malaga. Over the fountain was a large canopy to keep off" the rain, and there was built on purpose a little boat, wherein was a boy, belonging to the fleet, who rowed round the fountain and filled the cups of the company and in all probability more than six thousand men drank thereof. 03tWanti:d A lot of short scraps, to fill out columns.