Weekly Reveille, Volume 1, Number 2, Vevay, Switzerland County, 30 June 1853 — Page 1

THE WEEKLY REVEILLE.

: ,;i ; V ~ : • : VEVAY, INDIANA, THURSDAY JUNE 30, 1853. NUMBER 2.

VOLUME I.

ing- fier from the water. He was a sailor, air, and had but little to leave me but bis memory and his poor clasp. Oh, air; if it ia lost, I shall never forgive myself for o tiering to pledge it. Bui, air, our‘‘ex* trem|tywas very great.” CoLMcHenry stopped with her at a Justice’s office, and- briefly and clearly made his complaint, and in a very few minutes Mr. Abraham Brochard was brought by an officer, into the presence of the magistrate. He appeared to be in great trepidation, ami was as pale as ashes; for,he had beensuddenly,taken without warning from behind his counter, leaving his shop in charge of his astonished assistants. Col. McHenry and the Jady t being sworn, deposed that they both had last seen (he clasp on the show-case, when each went out and left it. The former further deposed that he had not gone three steps from the door before he returned and found il missing, and no one in the vicinity but the defendant. The goldsmith was then called upon lobe sworn as to tits knowledge of the facts; he approached the stand where the magistrate held the Bible, and laid his hand upon it with a perceptible tremor of his*whole frame; but the love of money was stronger than bis fear of law, and he took the oath. It appeared as if he would have sunk through the floor when he did il, but the moment it was done he recovered his au-

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of gelling it: anil I was in hopes that you might let me have that sum on it; fof I will certainly come back ami lake it up again.”

loo proud to lake il. Seven dollars! Il is not worth more than five."

before her death. Yon can trace (he tremor of death in every letter. And the books which she read last—and (he words which she spoke last—and the looks she gave last—all are present with me, by night and day,'awake, in my'thoughts, asleep in my dreams. . . V

tian sentiment, “I cannoi prevent the introduction , of the flowing poison; gainseeking and corrupt men will for profit and sensuality defeat my wishes; but nothing will induce me to derive a revenue from the vice and misery of my people;'* British officials, authorized by law, and encouraged by government, through means of steamships and fast tailing clippers, persist in the trade, which is making them and their government rich, at the learfol sacrifice of the Chinese people, body aod soul, . {From the Bombay Telegraph.]

He openq4;it as he spoke, and taking up a sharp instrument tried the fineness of the gold. is good Mexican gold. It might have cost twenty dollars. Ah, what a star of diamonds within it!" as in working about with the point of the sleet, he discovered a cavity. “Twelve large diamonds of the purest water. This is indeed valuable. They are wojth- at least five hundred dollars. What a fortunate discovery! The girl knew the value to ask so fijuch; no, no, she rtmld'not either, for she would not have lei it gone for so small a sum, or else asked for near its value, 1 suspect she was ignorant of the cavity, which 1 detected by accident.— She probably has stolen it, and will never come for it. Ah, ahi Abraham Brochard, thou hast made a good morning’s work of it,” lie said, exultingly to himself.

“1 tell you,” answered Brochard, angrily, “I keep no pawnbroker's shop. Go to the Jews.”

"They won't give me but six dollars, sir, and I want seven.”

1 cannot that (he x snpw. which covers yonder grave bides her form. .Nor (hat her existence is locked op within that mass of frozen earth. Nor that she is gone forever. I can not, will?«bt think that she is dead, r -V

Jpattual.

'•Ami bo you think to gel it out of me? 1 ' The young girl was about to speak again, but as if not knowing what argument to urge, hesitated, and was turning slowly away when she checked herself and again spoke to him. “Sir,” she saiJ, in a low thrilling voice of earnest entreaty, “my mother la lying very ill and our rent is due at twelve o'clock to-day, and the person we sew for, having disappointed us in our pay, I have no resource but this. Oh! sir will you take the clasp only for a few days, and then I will repay you!” Mr. Brochard felt that Col, McHenry's eyes were upon him, waiting an answer: and he wished him to think him a man of business, (which meant, in his notion, a man without a heart, ) ho answe;cd promptly and sternly—•*Mo! do you think we are simpletons here to throw away money in this place? If you have nothing more to say, please to stand aside for other customers. Well, Colonel, what do you think of those watch* es! Latest jeweled, and wat ranted in all points. 1 will sell you the ono you tust laid down for one hundred and ninety-five dollars.” The gentleman, however, was not heeding him, but watching the younf girl whom he saw leaving the counter, and with a heavy, dropping step, approach the door. Her face had struck him for its sweet, intelligent loveliness, and her modesty had for him an irresistible- charm; but .her plea of poverty, and her eloquent appeal to (he tradesman deeply interested his feelings and enlisted Jits sympathies in her behalf. He had silently observed die progress of her interview with him, with‘emotions of contempt fot one, and pity for the-other, tier hand was upon the knob of the door,.when advancing toward* her —

Childhood.

■ As an. article of commerce, opium stands' out without a parallel. From the skillful, management and cultivation of about 100,000 acres of land, the East India Company produces an article which, sold ai a profit of several hundred per cent., yields to them a ysst revenue, annually of nearly three millions sterling. We do not here include the Mtlwa

BT OEOECE D, fRESTlCE.

*Tis sad yet sweet to listen To the soil wind’s gentle swell, And think, we hear the music . Our childhood loved so well, To gaze out on the even, : And the boundless fields of air, And feet again our boyhood’s wish, To roam like anccls there.

And yet she:comes not again.. 0, wordily how weak, how vain yon are, when joa attempt to picture the thought of her absence.

My heart strays back, witbont a motion of the. will to the days of other years. I

am aiding once more at my table, writing my first liook. The rain beats against the window, the candle only shows the picture of a very plainly furnished author’s room—but she. is there. By my table. Looking into my face as 1 write. Listening as 1 read what 1 have written. And that thought of other days is worth more than gold to me, for it is a glimpse of Heaven. It is a prophecy of dial which shall be when we meet again.

opium—a seven i h of the whole revenue of the country, raised from an extent of more than a million of square miles.

There arc many dfcamsof gladness , That cling around the past. And from tbc tomb of feeling, Old thoughts come thronging fast; [. The forms We laved.steady, In the happy days rmv gone, The beautiful and lovely. So fair to took upon.

From the transport of this drug by a few vessels named opium-clippers, a few mercantile houses are also realizing .mag; mficent profits, while the Chinese themselves, the grand consumers of the dtug, part with fire or six million pounds sterling per annum. . V The most astounding fact of (he opium

Then looking around among his t boys to see if ho was observed, he carefully, yet with a careless air, locked the clasp in his private drawer, and taking out the key placed it in his packet. He had hardly done so. when Col. McHenry re-entered, and without speaking, or even looking at him, cast his eyes upon the show-case for the clasp, which he reccollected, after going out, the young girl had laid down, but had not taken up again, and so he turned back for it. Abraham Brochard was very busily engaged in replacing the,watches in their doe-skin coverings, and preserved;, silence . and ignorance. At jength Col spoke:

Those bright and gentle maidens, Who seemed so formed for bliss. Too glorious and too heavenly For such a world bs this! W hose dark, soil eyes seemed swimming !u a sea of liquid light,. And whose locks of gold were streaming, O’er brows so sunny bright;

trade needs t& be viz., that Christian sensibilities hare not yet been adequately roused in relation to its iniquities and hotrors.

Fable of a Rain Drop.

There was once a farmer who had a large field of corn; he plowed it and planled the corn, and harrowed il and weeded

dacity. V. At tin's moment an officer, who, at the suggestion of Col. McHenry, hat] been privately despatched with a search-war-rant to the shop of-the goldsmith, now entered and placed something in the magistrate’s hand, after whispering to him. ‘ “Did you ever see this gold ornament befortfT*- &»k«rl ( he magistrate, holding up the clasp before the yoiinff j»jrJ. •■Oh, it U my clasp—it is ’my clasp!” she cried, springing forward, “Ycr, it \f the same," answered Col. ■McHenry. . “And did you ever see it before, sir’” demanded the Justice, sternly, holding it in the direction of the goldsmith who had Seen ft 'at ’first and was appalled with fear and consternation. Instead of replying, he altered a wild, hysterical laugh, and fetl his length upon the door in convulsions.

it with great care, and on (his field he depended for the support of his family.— But after he had worked so hard, he saw the corn begin to wither and droop for want of rain, and thought he would lose his crop. He fell very sad,'and went out every day to look at bis corn and see if there was any rath. One day as he stood there looking at

That a professedly Christian government should, by its sole authority, ami on its sole responsibility, produce a drug which is not only contraband, but essentially detrimental to humanity; that it should annually receive into its treasury scores of-rupees, which, if they cannot, save by a too licentious figure, be termed "the price of blood,” yet are demonstrably the price of the physical waste, the social wretchedness, and moral destruction of the Chinese; and yet that no sustained remonstrances from the press, secular or spiritual, nor Trent society, should issue . forth against the unrighteous system, is surely an astonishing fact in the history. of our Christian ethics.. An American, accustomed to receive-

Like the brightest buds of summer, They have fallen from the stem,Tel, oh! it is a lovely dream; To fade from earth like them.

And yet the thought is saddening, To muse on such as they, And feel that beautiful Are passing swift away! That the fair ones whom wc love (Irow to each loving breast,, l ike tendrils of the clinging vine, Ar.d perish where they rest.

“That young person laid her clasp on the case, sir, -which 1 neglected tu uU up. It were a pity, she valued it so highly, it should be lost.” “The clasp; oh! 1 have not seen it, sir. She took it up again.” “Did you see hcrl” “Yes, yes, I Iiao my eyes'on her,' and said at die same time dial you would never see your ten dollars or the flasp again.” The gentleman eyed him, steadily an irtstaht and Wien glancing around iSe show-case again as if in seatcii of it, he left the shop.

the sky, and almost in despair, two little rain drops up in the clouds over his head saw him, and. one said to the other,

••Look at that poor farmer; 1 feel sorry for him; he has taken such pains with his com and how it is all drying up; 1 wish I could do him some good,” ■■ “Yes,V said the other “but you are only a little rain drop, .what can you do?—You can't wet even one hillock.” “Well,” said said the first, “to be sure I can’t do much; but 1 can cheer the farmer a little, at any rate,and lam resolved to do my best. I’ll try; I’ll go to the field to show my good will, if I can do no more; so here I go.” ’ And down went the tain drop, and came pat oh the farmer’s nose, and fell oh one sulk of corn.

from us impassioned arguments against his own nation, on account of slavery, might well be pardoned Were he to nay to us, with somewhat of intemperatefeeling, "Physician, heal thyself;” and to 'expose with bitterness the awful inconsistency ot Britain’s vehement denunciation of Amer-

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THE GOLDEN CLASP. ...

K modest looking and exceedingly pretty young girl, plainly attired, entered one of the goldsmith's stores on -sired, and seeing dial a gentleman was engaged witli the proprietor, she timidly shrank aside near the door until he should be at leisure. The assistants were occupied with customers whose appearance showed them to belong to the class of the. rich, anil so she was suffered for some time to remain standing there before she could be attended to. The gentleman, who was a fine, noble looking person, with a remarkably polished address, seeing her wailing, courteously stood aside, and said to the goldsmith—

ican slavery, while, by mos( deadly measures, furthering Chinese demoralization. It sends, yearly, 1q a premature and dishonored grave, four hundred thousand human beings! What'unparalleled ' destruction! The. immolations.of an Indian Juggernaut dwindle into insignificance before it! As we write, we are amazed at the enormity of its unprincipledness, and the large extent of its. destructiveness.

"Vnu ask for seven dollars, I believe?" he said, with a general interest in his lone that at once awakened hope in her heart, and brought the light to her eyes and hue to her cheek as she diflideudy answered: "Yes, sir, I'would not have been bo bold and urgent, but—"

Several days had elapsed, and Col McHenry had quite forgotten the circumstance just narrated, when, as he was passing down Arch street, he fell his sleeves slightly pulled by some one he heard running behind him, and looking around, he beheld, with a check glowing from the pursuit, the young girl he had seen at the goldsmiths.” “Old sir, 1 am so happy to havo found you,” she said, at once addressing him, as he'stopped, and with pleasure ’listened toiler. "I was at length enabled to get my pay, and by other work have' earned enough to repay the ten dollars you so kinkly gave roe. You c|pn*t know the good you did, sir—the suffering you relieved—the evil your timely aid averted. Here is the money, sir.” "Nay, my good child, 1 do not want it, 1 made you a present of it at the time, and did not expect you to return* it. 1 am glad, however,'to find that you have the disposition to do so, and that 1 was not deceived in my estimation of you.”

He was, a few weeks afterwards, taken

from the prison, tried and condemned for perjury; but instead of the gallows, he is now raving in a mad house. Thus was avarice and parsimony, and indifference to the sufferings of others punished in this life—the acts of this selfish man showing to all how that acquisitiveness wrongly directed, is to its possessor. Whether Col. tycllehryVas a bachelor and married his young friend of. the clasp, or whether he did belter and adoptted her, is not known to the writer; otherwise it would afford him gratification to communicate either of the pleasing facts to the reader.

■‘None loo much so. There is a ten dollar note; 1 have no smaller bills;" and he placed it in her hand. "Sir, you are too kind—” "Not a word. I am happy to do you a service."

"Dear roe,” said'the farmer, putting his finger on his nose, "whaiVjthat! A rain drop. -Where"did that come from-- 1 do believfl;We shall have a shower.” •.-* The first rain drop bad no sooner started for the field,Mhao the second said, “Well, if you’go, I believe 1 ■ will go too; so here 1 come,” and down" dropped the rain drop on another stalk*. By" this time a great many, rain drops had come together to hear what their companions were -talking about; And when they beard them and saw them com log to cheer the farmer and water .the corn, oheof them said: •

Its very enormity seems in some measure to protect it. .Were it a minor.evil, it seems as though one might grapple with iu As it is, it is beyond the compass of our grasp# Sp words are. adequate to expose its evil; no, fires of indignant feeling are fierce enough; to .“blast it; ■ . ■ The' enormouus ,wealth it brings into our coffers is its oSly justification; the cheers of rice-enslaved wretches .its only welcome; the .curses of all that is moral ; and virtuous in an empire of three hun*. dred and sixty millions attend its intro* ductio'n; the prayers of enlightened Chrislians deprecate its coarse; the indignation of all, righteous. minds is its only ‘‘Godspeed. 1 ! ; •- • ■_ Ji takes with it Grc and sword, slaughter and death; ii leaves behind it bankrupt foriunes/idiotized minds* broken hearts'* and rained souls.., Foe:tp.all the,interests of. humanity* hostile to the scanty virtues of earth,: and warring against;the over-* flowing benevolence of Heaven, may . we soon have to rejoice over iu abolition! "

"Take this clasp, sir; though I am ashamed to oiler it to you, since the gen* deman says it is so worthless. But to ; me it is as valuable aa life, and I foolishly thought it would be so to others.” ' “1 do not want it, child," answered Col. McHenry, feelingly, pulling the hand aside which urged it upon him. "Indeed, sir, you must lake it, for 1 shall [eel in some degree less under obligations to a stranger. Besides, I wish to call and redeem it. Will you give roe your address, sir?” And as she spoke, he still declined the jewel; she laid it on the show case.

"Do not occupy yourself with me, Mr. Brochard. 1 can examine these watches by myself, while you see what this young person wants, who has been waiting so long and patiently to gel an opportunity of addressing you." And thus speaking, the gentlemen stood aside from the show case, on which he had been leaning, to give the young girl an opportunity of advancing. "What do you wish, Miss?" asked the goldsmith, with a look which conveyed a reproof to her for interrupting him while engaged with a customer of more value to him.

A Thought from Illy Room.

She comes not again. At the threshold she meets me no more. Her place is vacant at the table. Her voice is silent in

“If you’re all going du such a good errand, I’ll go too;”snd do wn he came.— "And I,” said another; "and I,” "and I,” “and I.” and so on till a whole. shower of (hem came, and the corn was all watered, and it grew.and ripened, all'-because tbe first little raindrop determined to dowhal it couW. : ■’ ;

the home. The room where she slept is still and desolate. We used to hear her in (he morning early, singing some song whose light hearted melody was wedded to words as simple as the language of the heart. Now, wo listen for the voice,— but it is gone.

“You must lake it, sir,” she said with ingenuous earnestness. “1 should be distressed to be longer under pecuniary obligations to an entire stranger, Besides, sir, I would like my clasp, if you please, sir.”

"Oh, no matter —but if you insist—the United States Hotel,

The girl hesitatingly approached the counter, and taking from her bosom a small gold clasp, bent over to him, and said, in a low, and trembling voice—"I wish, sir you would be so kind as to keep this fora few days, and let me have seven debars for it.” Low as she spoke, her soft,' tremulous tones reached the ear of Col, McHenry, the gentleman' who was present, and he turned to observe her face and hear the reply'of the goldsmith to this timid and painfully ottered request. The goldsmith took the clasp scornfully between his lingers and then threw it down, and said sharply to her—"This is no- pawnbroker's shop, girl, and if it was, that thing is not worth more than two dollars."

"Thank you, sir; you never can know the blessings’ to others that will follow your kindness to me to-day.” Thus speaking, and looking upon him with an expression of gratitude in her (earful eyes, she left the shop, forgetting the golden clasp which she bad left upon the show case.

% , • Maine Law JoUe. •, It is amusing to listen and witness the. ingenuity of hundreds

The footstep too, —do you not hear it in the entry—hark! It is on the stairs, it comes toward my room. But no. The footstep Jus passed away. Gone like her voice, gone like her face, which used to look in at my door, and smile Good Night, as she passed to her bed.

Never be discouraged, then, because yon can't do much. Do what you can. Angels can do no more.

"Did you not lake it from the case where you laid it down!" be asked with surprise and justly directed suspicion. | “No, sir; indeed sir, I hope it is not | lost. It is of countless value to me,— : It, w 33 given to me by—by—” f j v “By a sweetheart!” he added, stall,»ng. Vi

who come after liqoor, but who go away with thirsty storoaens and empty bottles. As a general rule, when strangers call, the agent requires acertificaie from a physician:— . *

Tbe British Opium Trade with India.

'■ ‘•Mr. D., I wish you lo put a pial of your best.brandy in this bottle,” said a well* dressed young man, placing the bot-tle-on the counter and some camphor gum beside it. “I want to mix it with this

The bed on which ehe died stands there unruffled,—gloomy and desolate in the deserted room.. The sunshine comes 'thro* the half closed shutter*, and lights up her pillow, but does not shine upon her face She comes not again. At night when I approach the door, and press my hand upon the lock, 1 cap sad her sitting by the fire in the household room,—with the

The following extracts from East India journals, give some slight notion of the abominations of the opium traffic. Its true picture may not be shown, because human language could never express, the full measure of human wickedness or woe : *—

“Will you look at one of those watch* es now, Col. McHenry!" superciliously asked the goldsmith, without lifting his condemned eycsi "No, sir,” answered the gentleman, sternly; amt taking up hU gloves and cane from the counter, be left the shop of the avaricious and unfeeling goldsmith, who too close to risk a trifle to relieve the wants of a poor family, probably tost a targe amount by the purchase his wealthy customer might have made, as well as his own eclf’respect, such ns it was; for avarice always sinks into its shell before the broad sun of benevolence,'

‘’He is now dead, sir,” she answered with overflowing eyes.

camphor. The doctor thinks it will be good for me, as 1 am somewhat out of health this spring.” “Certainly,” agent, while an arch smile was playing tbout the corners of his mouth. The liquor was

“You do well to value it. I did not take it up, Are you sure yob left it there,"

•■Yes sir; hoping you would lake it and keep it till 1 paid you." ■ “/Well my child, 1 have not got it, bat I believe the goldsmith has. Let us go to him.”

[From the Calcutta Journal.]

This trade is carried on under the authority and regulations of the East India Company, sanctioned by the direct legislation of the imperial Parliament at home, notwithstanding it is a contraband trade, and forbidden by the laws of China under the most severe, penalties. . England thus places herself in the disgraceful position 'of nullifying the commercial regulations of an independent foreign power, and forcing upon it against its will a most pernicious, demoralizing, and death-pro-ducing.trade, # While the Chinese government bas put forth its nfost strenuous endeavors to ex-

drawn and pul iuto the bottle. The agent is a polite man, and thought he would save the young gentleman tho trouble of mixing the camphor with it, hr doing it himself. He-very politely and kindly pulverised the gum and put it into the bottle, while the young gentleman silently looked on with a lace very much elongated. The young man paid a half dollar for Ihe brandy, put the bottle in his pocket and silently walked put. cursing in his heart the officious kindness of the agent.

light upon her face, and on the downcast eyes, fixed upon some familiar volume. 1 enter.' It is only a dream. She is not there. She is gone. . She comes not again,

"It is of inestimable Xalue to me. sir, —indeed it is the-oa/y~rtring valuable 1 have,” answered the girl, and her cheeks slightly flashed at the rnde maimer of his reply.

On their arrival, Mr. Brochard denied having seen it since ihe wenl out, and salt] thal’he saw her take it with her. and place it in her bosom as she left the shop. "Come with me; I will find the clasp for you,” said Col. McHenry, offering her his arm, and leaving the goldsmith's with her. . ,

The day 8 dial come and go do hoi disperse tho gloom' which falls upon my home.. Day after day, and night after night, tho thought of her comes to tno with new power. Her image grows upon me. My eyee SI] with unbidden tears. Every object brings her back to me. The book on the table was pressed by .her binds, ere she died. The name in that volume w as written ’iy her hapd the day

"I don’t know at what you value.it,” he answered, with a cold laugh, glancing at Col. McHenry, whom he thought he saw severely obsetving him, "1 would not like to give you six shillings for it.” . “flul sir,” pleaded the girl, unconscious of being overheard, “1 must have seven dollars today, and I have no other way

"Now there goes a man who throws away his money upon vagrants, and thinks me beneath him, brcausel keep mine to support my family,” said‘ thj goldsmith, looking: after him. * ( He thinks ms a miser, and I find him a/oof. Obf here is that clasp after sill. She left it for him on the showcase, and he was

The thing was done up so smoothly and so kindly that the thirsty, young man could not say a word, but his face looked unutterable things.

yl Hope I shall find it sir,’* she said, as she walked, “it was Ruperts last (lying gift. It was given him in Cuba, by a rich lady, whose life he saved bjjt, rcscu*

lioguish accursed traffic, and rejected the temptation of raising an immense rev* enoeby a lit upon the importation of the drug: while the Elapetor utters the CAris-

IjOvc thy neighbor as thyself.