Semi-Weekly Journal, Volume 3, Number 242, Indianapolis, Marion County, 31 July 1841 — Page 1

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From the New York Mercury, A NATIONAL MELODY. .: Not yet set to music, by Horn. As a sensitive 'coon lay sleeping one day, The sound of a wood-cutter's hatchet he heard;

ao hejumpeu on a stump to sua what was to And thus did he sing ave, he sunaf like

"Woodman, spare that tree!. Touch not a single bough; In youth if sheltered me, And I'll stick to it now." Hard by, in a pine, sat a sober old owl, A fanning himself in the cold western breeze; And he wore on his features a horrible scrowl, . As he sang to the zephyrs that swept thro

trees: "Blow, 0 blow, ye gentle breezes, All among the flowers and treeses,. Till you give my blood the freezes." A skunk and a 'possum together then met, And they shook hands, and kissed, and mostlovcingly clung; For they'd vowed years ago, that they ne'er would forget One another through life, so they struck up and .., sung "Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind; Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o' auld lang syne?" A fox leaped out of the 'thicket and played With his brush for a while, in a transport of glee;

inen thoughtfully walked to a green forest glade, When he sat himself down, and most sweetly sang he "Oft in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chains have bound me, Fond memory brings a sight Of nice fat geese around me."

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Then the fox, skunk and 'possum the owl and In concert all joined, to the tune of

iirooks;" The stars cried "encore," and the bright silver morn, Grew brighter and brighter as they sung without books: $ "We'll not go home till morning, We'll.not go home till morning, We'll not go home till morning, TiJl day-light doth appear."

From the London Metropolitan. THE SOULS OF THE DROWNED. A LEGEND OF THE SEA. ' Translated from the German by William Henry Farn. "On the evening of the 29th of October they observed that luminous appearance of the sea which hath so often been mentioned by navigators, and which has been ascribed to such a variety of causes." Captain Conk's First Voyage. In a fishing village of Holland, hard by the sea, lived an old fisherman, upon whose family and fortunes there appeared to rest a peculiar blessing. He enjoyed in hisadvanced age powers still fresh, almost youthful, and his children and children's children, a well-ordered little flock, gathered round him for his pleasure and delight, and there was no lack of valuable property, which frugality and good management

continually increased. In the village were many an idler and bad neighbor, who envied him his happy life, and put rumors in circulation in what way the old Andrew had most likely come by his stores. It was then reported there he was in league with the Evil One; that the latter brought him the olden treasures of the deep, or Andrew had been a pirate in his y.,uih, and wasnow spending the gains of the poor wretches he had plundered. Tim whole truth was, however, that Andrew had set free the soul of a poor drowned person, from the bottom of the sea, which was a prisoner there, crouching under an inverted vase. The affair was, si ricktly speaking, as follows: The aged fisher, although he generally made a great secret of it, would, nevertheless, in the intimate

circle of his children and grand children, let fall strange hints, out of which the others easily made up a perfect story. Andrew himself shall be the speaker: "I have not always been so fortunate, so that I co.uld see and reckon around me wealth, property, and affectionate hearts, which might sweeten my days to me. It has been given to every one of us to stand . once quite alone in the wide world, and to feel himself deserted even to his inmost soul. Heaven suffers us to taste such solitariness, to the end that we may the more cheerfully attach ourselves' afterwards to a dear human bosom, and learn to love God in his crea

ture, man. My youth had been full of adversity and

oppression. Sorely, too, as I labored and toiled, the reward of toil would not come. Already my back be

gan to curve and my hair 10 brindle itself with grey; yet I saw no luck before me. It was as though I alone was doomed to remain a single exception to the lot of all. Howbeit I murmured not. I had early learned to love God and to put my trust in him. One evening I went, as I often did, out of my hut, far beyond the boundary of the village, to where the shore stretches to a great distance, and the eye sees nothing but the lonely downs and the broad ocean. This was my favorite spot, because there I heard no other sounds than the roaring of the waves, and encountered no gladsome face of man, which might have told me how miserable and forsaken I was. And I certainly found not a soul to disturb me. "The sea for a great wav out was calm and classv:

I had, in fact, never observed it so still before.. No sail and no boat, as far as ever I could descry. The sky above perfectly cloudless; the sun, which was setting, threw a gleam of yellowish red upon the sandhills before rhe. 1 walked on to the place where an old wreck lay; I supported myself against one of its rotten timbers, and contemplated the scene. In the silence here, now my grief came upon me in all its force, and, much as I struggled against it, my thoughts took their old, accustomed course. '"Andrew!" cried I to myself, to-day is the day of your patron saint; how little has he done tow rds making you rich and happy! Last year you buried your wife, and a few weeks afterward your child al-

have been strolling on hereby yourself, but have been

Miiing wun those merry fellows in the village, who live there without knowing a eare. and have the best

of their days before them.''- - , "At these thoughts, melancholy got such fast hold on me, that I could vain have went. but. an enpro-v in

my bosom kept buck my tears. 1 could do nothing but once more turn my gaze on the sea, whose repose

ami smiling aspect penetrated my soul. The sun went

slowly down, and a colorless gray began to spread itseif over the wide plain, after still long, solitary beams of light had trembled here and there, as though they desired to combat the coming spirits of the night. The heavens retaiued their clear, transparent hue. till

they also had gradually filled themselves with deep shades. A gentle breeze sprang up, and cast with an

echoing splash small ripl-its against the body of the

wreck. I resumed the perpendicular to set about mv

return home, when my glance fell upon a phenome

non which. I could not, at the moment, understand.

I' or upon the decayed woodwork of the ruinous vessel, there appeared a luminous flame, that glided to

turn no witu .great quickness, and shone with a bluish glimmering. I can affirm that I, during the many perils of my life, had never been conscious of the feeling that is termed fear. Despite, therefore, of my loneli" nejs, and of the already advanced night, I experienced

not the least alarm. I watched with attention the play of the singular flush of fire, and marked, how ever and anon it disengaged itself from the wreck, darted out a tolerable distance into the sea, sparkled

there with a purer light and then came back again. I had certainly heard tell, that treasures sunk in the

deep might be indicated sometimes bv appearances of

tins sort; nevertheless 1 felt no desire to dwell upon it

limner, lurneu my Pack, and walked on.

At that iioment a voice pronounced mv name:

faced about instantly, and now saw, behind the wreck,

a man standing, as yet halt screened from view, who

looked upon aie with an aged, pallid countenance. I

new mm nut, and his vesture was utterly strange to

uie. ne siooa lor some time without speaking, and his supplicating eye, with which he regarded me in a

fixed stare, I shall never forget. At length I cried

with a loud and courageous voice, 'What is your plea

sure, sir! w herefore have you called me?' "Andrew!" spoke the apparition; 'thou has complained but now, that Fortune hath denied thee wealth the which I will procure for thee, as soon as thou doest the thing that I require of thee.' "This speech offended me, and I answered quickly 'Pray, sir, what matter my troubles, to you? If I have wished myself riches, I have not asked you for them." "The wan form perceived my chagrin, and moreover that I struck a cross upon my breast; he exalaimed, in accents that rang upon the ear as exceedingly

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luucning arm impressive: 'I am no evil spirit, Andrew

give me your confidence. Take this ring, and about

the season of the third midnight dive boldly into ihe sea to the depth of a gunshot; there wilt thou find

three vases turned topsey turvey upon the ground the middle one lift up, and deliver the soul of o

drowned man, which is confined underneath. Then haste quickly up again, without any: tarriance below,

and without concerning thyself in the least about

what thou shall see or hear. When thou hast accom

plished this feat, be assured that I will richly rewar

thee, and there never shall be an end of blessings to

mee aim mine.'

"With these words he vanished without waiting my

repiy, winie ne jert on tne ground before me, something resembling a ring dulled by nge. I was cautious not to meddle with it. 'Ah!' : cried I, 'what are

the souls of the drowned to me, I should like to know, who could be stupid enough to let themselves be cooped under a wretched old vase at the bottom of the sea? They may stay where they are, for anything I care.' "In this mood I walked quietly home, and when the appointed third night came, I stirred not from mv

chamber.;

The year that now followed reduced me still low

er; l lost a small sum of monry, which I had saved

with much toil; a distemper broke out on board the ship where I served, and I was laid up for nine months in tho. hospital; when they discharged me I came hither on the beggar's crutch to seek the place of mv

grave, . ror l was weary of my life. 1 know not how

it came to pass (fur I wanted nothing there) that, one

night,, l found mys-elf once more on the desolatestrnnd by the sea. It. was again St. Andrew's day, but this

nine ine ocean was not calm, it dashed and roared wi'dly, and the foaming billows made their sport with the old wreck, so that.it seemed as if it intended once

more to put to sea. I hud not stood long here, when the well known voice became audible, and the old man stood before me. Now I looked him boldly in the

face as an old acquaintance. He repeated the self

same proposal as of yore, only he appeared much more

pressing, and lei t, on vanishing, the very same ring behind him as formerly. This time I took it up, and put it on my finger, resolving moreover to perforin the bidding of the apparition. 'There's no help and no succor fur you, Andrew, among men,' said I to myself; 'let us see, then, what gosts can do.' "Not to be tedious, I came in the middle of the third night and descended into the water. To this hour, I know not how it was, but the deeper I dived into the ocean, the more it ceased to be ocean, and at

last! round myself on a handsome verdant meadow, than which I had never beheld any thing more lovely and luxuriant upon earth. A great many young men were assembled on the mead, some of whom were

mowing the grass with gleaming scythes, while others

tied it together in bundles. They sang moreover

uicnj .u"vi iii niui iiiuuu was saiu in praise ot a

beautiful female, as well as of the reward which she

would dispense to them when their labor was done. According to the admonition of the spirit, I lingered

noi long among tnem; still l could not denv mvself

scrutinizing the face of many a one, and then it seemed to me as if I beheld several of my own friends and

acquaintance, who, many, many long years ago, had been drowned at sea. Upon the smooth level stood a house, and as I approached it, a lady of surpassing loveliness came forth to meet me, spread out her arms

and cried, in a sweet, fawning tone. 'Ah. then vou are

come at last, dearest, to take me home! how long I, T I i. f

nave l uceu cAjjecimg you: "At this speech, coupled with the sirht of a form so

bewitching, I had well-nigh forgotten the warninar of A 1 . t 1 . T . . ...

me spectre; noww.'ii i rained myself quickly, darted under the raised arms of the fair one, and onwards to a place where I saw the three vases standing. In an instant I had thrown down the middle one. I know not what happened to me then; in a moment I saw all the young fellows in the meadow rush towards me, tbe beautiful female uttered a shriek of lament, I heard it jarring and ringing in ray ears to a stunning degree, and had the feeling as though some one was drawing me upwards very fast. When I oqce more

'The good of this was, that the little wan old man

kept consciously the promise he had given. J found by my side a leatliern vvdllet,such as merchants"lised to wear a hundred years ago, tilled with gold and pre

cious stories. : nm more still than this treasure was the blessing worth, which from this time forth, visibly

rosiuu on ail mat 1 did and undertook. My life was, as it were, transformed; if formerly it had presented the rough side, it now showed only the smooth and velvety one. I took, besides, several journeys, next married my beloved wife here, settled quietly in the village, and accepted the good days which 'Heaven provided me. God be thanked! they have not yet ceased; although I reckon me near a hundred. T fcel

myself still fresh and vigorous, and when young merry fellows collect any where, I am among them, reflecting of a truth, how once there was a time when I was shy of every contented face which put me in mind of my misery and destitution. This is the work of the good spirit." Now in the same village, where the pleasant adventure had befallen our Old Andrew, fhp.rn HvPr? nnnrlinr

iwierinan, who was the laziest, the most dissolute and extravagant fellow, that you shall find in a day's march. His face resembled a withered plum, which has been btiled and then crushed; his eyes must certainly have

otce belonged to a water-rat; the diminutive nose smelt, upwn his uncouth visage like an almond on a piece of gingerbread; a beard, that Jookad like the

bristles ot a hedgehog, surrounded his gaping mouth, and his leg3 were not much thicker than whiphandies, and nut much straiphter than a sickle. The people who came to Peter Knock, to transact business with him, must, forsooth, learn from his wife Martha.

was unwell, and could not be seen." The truth was, however, that Peter Knock, from early dawn to the late of evening, lay drunk behind the stove in his hut, and stared at the church tower at Ghent, until he mis

took it for a flask of brandy. In this state of affairs, then, Dame Martha took the management, of the house and bore the reputation of using a sceptre of so brittle a texture that it wasted away in the handling. She often used to say that "her husband was an old, un wieldly packet-boat, which, on account of too strong lading, could not make way properly: she, however, was a light heeled frigate, for which the wind needed

oniy to loucn its slender stern, to urge it on its arrow-like career. The truth of this metaphor consist-

ea in tins, that Dame Martha looked after the fishing

and the business in the day time, aud in the evening, when she came home, soured her husband's life for

him; certain persons would aver that occasionally she thrashed him soundly. These trifling desagremans embittered Peter's private life. No enjoyment, such as really suited his

taste, could any more be found. If he sat in Corne

lia Delph's'tap room, it was not right, in his eyes, for the windows to have a. view of the sea; for the sea was hateful to him, because he knew that Dame Martha was rowing and fishing upon it; in fact, he could have wished she might lie deep at the bottom of the same; and he and the fish be at peace from her. Dame Martha, however, was not of that opinion; she had excellent health, and bloomed in her mature years still more, as it seemed, the more visibly Peter Knock declined. Indeed, if that good woman did not very soon oblige him in this particular, I don't know that our

Peter had any ill desire to take her place at the bot

torn of the ocean, so heartily weary was he of the

whole sllair. Nevertheless the pair held out together another

year; when it happened that, one evening, when the

fishing boats ran into the cove, Dame Martha did not

find her way home as usual. She had, indeed, a weighty impediment to allege why she could not come,

for she lay now, in fact, where Peter had often wished

and prayed that she should lie namely, at the hot torn of the sea.

gleaming and whi'e as the purest ivory. With this mouth and her little flashy eyes, she motioned to the stranger a friendly greeting.. Peter was exceedingly alarmed, and had only courage to ask in a gentle voice for the three' vases. :.; . v . '.."";. "What!" shrieked the female, "are you not come to marry me?"

"Not just at present, dearest," stammered Peter and sidled timidly up to her. At that moment he perceived, the three inverted vessels. With'a couple of springs he was up to them, but now it occurred to him with horroi that he had forgotten to ask the spirit which of the vases he ought to' raise. The heat-drops of suspense came upon his forehead, his limbs quaked, he saw the dumpy woman waddling towards him filled with rage, and at hercall the vounrr men collectpd from

the meadow and advanced, hrandishino-

and scythes. , Without reflecting much, he lifted the middle vase; when there awoke underneath a medley of the chirping of frogs and the crowing of cocks, which sounded, for all the world, as though Dame Martha was in her tantrums; quickly would Peter set the vase up again, but in the hurry and confusion it slipped out of his hands. The din and the screeching robbed him of recollection, and when he came once more to himself he was Jvinn-half dpnd nnnn thr nrl

of the sea-shore. An ill-omened adventure this, of surety; for henest Peter Knock was, perhaps, not exactly the right sort of person to have dealings with spirits, but the worst ot" the whole affair remains to be told. Scarcely had he rallied his shattered powers and

Huuuieu into me village, cursing the water spite and his . topsy. turvey vases, when he beheld, at some distance off, a light glimmering in his cottage. "What's doing there, then, I wonder? he asked himself, and stealing closer, applied his ear to the keyhole of ihe door. ' Who ca: be t uki.-ig LWay at that rule inside? Now rei.lly thought PeUr, "if I didn't know that Dame Marina was lying dead as a mouse upon the bench against the wall, these scolding words could come from no other than her throat. However, there's no harm in a man inki n (T n cti7 noon inrn kiu

. (3 "'J -fJ JlibV 111 own house so let's see! let's see!" With that he opens the door very, very softly, hardly so much as that a ray of light can seitleon his nose. But ah! what does he see? The bench against the wall is empty, and in the middle of the room sits Dame Martha, and counts her fish in the tub, as fresh and healthy as if she had never

uruiiK sea-water, and railing besides at that good-for-nothing idler, her husband, who did not let himself be seen yet. When now the door opened and Peter went in, she received him in the usual way, and everything was quite in the old routine. Dame Martha's revival soon' got wind in the village, and, much as Peter tried to hush up the true version of the thing, the wiseacres and prying spirits of the place quickly had it Out of him "It serves him right," cried many; "what business had he, out of shameless bravado and greediness of gain, to seek out such a perilous adventure?" Others laughed heartily at him, whille they named him the patern of a tender husband, who had even descended to the bottom of the sea to recover his beloved wife. Peter, however, used to shakehis head.

and contended that all his ill luck had consistprl in a

mistake; for if he had lifted up the vase on the right hand or on the left, he would have inevitahlv noPs.

ed by this time Ihe good will of the spirit of the deep,, and have ruled over tons of gold. Howbeit, he never had the courage to plan a second trial. The legend, nevertheless, that the souls of those drowned at sea are imprisoned by evil spirits at the bottom thereof, underneath inverted vases, is a truth which no orthodox sailor doubts. W. II. F.

Peter was alarmed, at first, at this sudden caprice of

fate; presently, however, he rubbed his hands tor loy,

slipped into Cornelia Delft's tap-room, made them give

him his llask, lighted his small stump ot a pipe, stroked his bristly beard upon his lips, shut both eyes with a

smirking air, and ever and anon leered at the ocean, for the first time in his life, with the most good humored expression in the world. For the sea was now

his best friend, he thought, in that Dame Martha was

lying at the bottom of it, end he and the fish had peace

from her. That very evening did Peter run to the lonely shore, and heaven only knows what came into his head he seated himself upon the old wreck,

flourished his hat in the air, and with the remains of

a pipe between his lips, he hummed, in dreamy merri

mem, an old sailor's ditty, which he had once learned

in better days. Ihe little black hobgobblin shape, with the shrivelled hands roving about in the air, and the reeking tube in the bearded mouth, traced itself, like the image of a shadow, in dark relief against the evening sky and the quiet main. : But Peter Knock did no: long remain the only performer upon this solitary stage; presently there appeared a blue flame, that moved to und fro, and glided round Peter's legs. The story of Andrew now came into his mind. In the

joy of his heart, and the mood to which the flash in

the tap-room had transported him, he felt not the least

alarm. ' i

"Aha, goodsire!" he cried aloud, "are you there

again? "what, there's another soul to be set free, is

there?"

The spirit who now stood before him nodded with

his head in the affirmative.

"Come, then, if any thing is to be got by it, here's

your man. I have regained my freedom, and am just

in the humor to make your pockets lighter by a guld

sack or so. Look alive, then, my hearty, and show me, as you have shown Andrew, the way down to

your snuggery.

The phantom made a wry face at this speech, which

evidently, was not very agreeable to him; without re

plying anything, he placed the ring upon one 'of the

staves of umber in front of reter, and disappeared

Peter considered not long, pushed it hastily on his

finger, and no sooner had his foot trod the water than

it vanished before him, and he arrived, without fur

ther seeking, at the meadow at the bottom of the sea. Here he saw, as Andrew had described, the young

men engaged in haymaking, and singing a song, be

sides which celebrated the charms of their mistress,

and the reward that she was wont to distribute to them. "Ay," said Peter to himself, "and if I could get to see her! if she be really as pretty as you fellows say, I will behave myself differently from the shame-faced Andrew." Hardly had he uttered these words, when he saw the house on the greensward before him, and a form stepping out of it, thick as a beer-barrel, waddling along upon short splay feet. Her face resembled the rising moon, when, level with the horrizon, it shines through tbe mist in a fiery aspect, and a mouth dilated itself thereupon, armed with immense dog-fish teeth

A letter to the Secretary of State, wriftpn 71.

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nu,un aatcMt, si,-ues mat tne uathoiic JBishop of Detroit, Mr, Reese, an American citizen, is confined in a dungeon at Rome, without communication with any living person, and consequently without the knowledge of the American Minister resident there. The writer says that Mr. R. was summoned to Rome by the Pope in 1838, and confined in a convent under an ecclesiastic prosecution. He was subsequently required to resign, but declining, he was thrown into a dungeon. This strikes us as a very improbable story. Mr. Castelli's statement, however, has called out a correspondent of the Madisonian, who ridicules the ne

gations of the former as preposterous. The tone of

his communication is better calculated to evritP than

to allay suspicion. The truth, we imagine, may be easily ascertained. O. 8, Journal.

The Blessings of a Monarchy. In France, out of a population of thirty-two millions, twenty-two millions have but six cents a day to defray all expenses food, lodging, raiment and education. England and Ireland are in no better cpndition. Wheeling Gazette. Besides a monarchy, the French people enjoy the blessings of an exclusive hard money currency, which was so earnestly pressed upon this country by the LocoFocos, a year ago. What would an American

think of six cents a day, for bread, apparel, rent, the

doctor, die.: u. 3. Journal.

McLeod avers in his affidavit before the Snnrpmo

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ouuri or me ctate or iew Y ork, that he was not present at the attack upon the Caroline; but, that if he was, he was acting under the superior orders of his government. This looks like hanging upon the horns of a dilemma. The last accounts leave the prisoner in confinement at Rome in the Oneida county jail. It is added that he is himself anxious to have his trial, and that he is opposed to the views of his counsel, who proposes to apply for a writ of error on the judgment just rendered. We have heared it rumored that the venue would be changed to Livingston

have no doubt he would receive an imnnrMnl tril

O. IS. Journal.

During a tremendous thundpr storm t W.....

(Mass.) on Wednesday last. theBa Dtist rrinrrh ma a

struck by lightning while the vestry of the courch was

uneu wun ennaren, making arrangements for the aD-

proaching celebration of the 4th. About twenty of the children were struck down, most nf thorn

burned, some seriously, but, as by a miracle, no one was killed. One little

fluid, yet she escaped with trifling injury. The lightning struck in two other Dlaces. nut nn A? mo

done. A person who was present represents it as tha most terrific scene he ever witnessed.

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