Indiana American, Volume 11, Number 4, Brookville, Franklin County, 20 January 1843 — Page 1
RAMA
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OCR COUNTRY OrR COCNTRY
BY C. F. CLARKSON.
A TALE. Prom the fsadies Companion. POYNTZ'S AUNT.
S INTERESTS AND OCR COCXTRy's FRIENDS.
BROOKV1LLE, FRANKLIN COUNTY, INmANATjANu
RY 20, 1843.
as they always do, "to egg on that amatory nrnnpnocc " m it.J k 1 .
I scorned to meet Miss Cymbeline Povntz. having consoled myself in her absence;' end I flattered myself that 'when she should
the cork of my reserve, 'the effervescence so
XI. NO. 4.
BY If. P. WILLIS. Poynti and I were to meet at Saratoga. The Iwxrinmn? of our intimacy Tit- th ww -.
based on a little secret, w ith which I may aj P11"" pe,u wnin, would "ascend me to the well preface my story. brain ' of my friend's fair sister, "and there dry Mv name beginning with alui3st the Iat ! m,e "p l,,e cri,,e v"pors" of previous flirtation, tetter of the alphabet, I sal at the tale of my di-1 wh . "J1 ",nerc '"habit." So I passed the vision in the college; and this bringing me ! ,lm n "r,h,ngme servants, and getting ready
close to one side of the Tutors chair, while a ' . ""Promptusonnetsindtspensable prepara-
routh, by the name of Allen, flanked him on
the other, (I wonder what has become of Allen, by the by,) we were called upon usually for any little aid or office required by our august Holofernes. In making out the annual catalogue a week or two after the commencement of our Freshmen term, the proof sheets
were nanaea us 10 correct Allen taking it
lions, both, for a campaign at Saratoga.
As I said be fore, it was my nd vantage to be first on the ground. The serenity of mien usually monopolized by the ladies (it leing
meir province 10 receive,) that acquaintance with the geography 'of doors, and favorable lights, and things to be stumbled over, that cap
tivating Tfamiliarity with bell pulls, servants,
that he did. She addressed me bv nam with
some remark immediately on our approach, and that evening, and whenrver I had the happinessof conversing with her afterwards, she seemed to have informed herself, through Poyntz. of my qualities and character; and "to have set aside, on her own part, all barriers lietween acquaintance and friendship. The case and directness of her attent ion to all that passedthe simplicity and exquisite truth of all
she said the subdued and half mournful play
most obvious. It never occurred to me that the future society of Mrs. St. Helena (myself the while, in the vidimus possession nf MNs Poyntz) -presented the slightest possible attraction. On the coutrarv, the waters at the chain of Tantaulus, etc. li n ing made mi niv min.! thm I -;,l.i.t
a an inyseu ot my friend
,ed any farther expenditure of thought
fulness of her views of life-her just and kind feeling on my account-vet Low to . comnnin notice of every Ihuisr said to her hor mnci nt niiKt,;,. .v. il 4" 1
c - : " iiiui it IHC SUII tTIf rfllllr Im itnr
and
i
from A to M, and I from M to V. We wpr i names. probability and nature of interruptions.
to call upon each student to know if his name I ete" etc- a11 the important entrenchments of was DroDerlv snelt. and to irpt hu ..v. i the besieged, in short had fallen for once to the
one or more written out in full, w ith his nativ- be?ie?er Tlie gritty rigidity of the dust of
ity and present lodging. ' noi in; my amaramnme curls, I called upon Poyntz his name printed sim-' (tnou?h of course, it would have been of no pv "Povntz," in the proof sheet. I had no. consequence if it were,) "the shining rose, Weed the youth as a showy, extravagantly b.red b? thp amorous sun," was not on the dressed Southerner, with a fine face and per- tip of m? nse the jolted blushes, unseated son, but apparently either very reckless 0f ,fromt"e cheeks by corduroy and mud holes, common usager and observances, or very i-' were not ,n !ny forehead, (attempting to get norant of them. He was in gaily furnished back over lhe nearpst bridge,) I was not lodgings, over a bookseller's shop. j in need of cold cream and a vender I was ' I am requested to get vour name in full for .coo,! the college catalogue, Mr. Poyntz," said I. lay-' "was a very warm afternoon when Miss ing the paper before him. j Poyntz came to tea her first appearance to Rewrote in a most illegible fist, a word m' naked eye, though I had been presented to tthicfc looked to me like "Imogen."' j her through a green veil a few hour before, "I ben pardon." said I arafn. "but this win "d with the eye of fancy, had seen, troth to probably be misread by the printer. It looks fa" lWI,e rent style of person. What like a lady's name." her complexion would be, when it came to be "Imogen Poyntz is mv name." he replied, ,Pperly distributed. I could form but n vague with a cold tone of surprise. l,Jea- ,Ier cves were fine yes (now I think 'Imogen?" ' them Over,") particularly fine of a sort of warm
"YesImogen!" j velvet, witn a silk irmge, the velvet lustrous, "Imogen is a lady's name," said I, smiling. jrt,e silk no,5 J,ut when s1,e looked at you and ' Look here! the devil it is!" exclaimed ; meant any thing by it, those dark eyes lay
Poyntz jumping up from his chair and coming ! lmKul Mpon you, ,lke "e natora hand close uptomewitlnunfeiffned.curiositv. You don't confining as if she had the power of remomean to say that? What lady?" j vin? the intervening air, and you was as good
I begged his pardon for bursting into a laugh, ! as pmmp up to tier, nm she chose to look a-
but he was quite too eager for information to!wa3v Midi eyes with enough to back them,
be offended. .would scarcely, in the common course of
"I have read of sori-ral la,ti ofihai nnmo . Providence, be let loose on a world of arsenic
said I, "but the principal one in my memory at!a,,(1 razors; but Miss Poyntz fortuuately had
this moment, is a certain Imogen, wife of Pos-' i"-n.ems. inoi io ne 100 parucuiar,
thumns, a leading female character in a play of, "cr voice was one. She talked animally
Shakespeare's." iikc a negro, i nai soilness wnicn tans uirougn
He looked aghast at me for a moment, in me voices 01 those w no think, like dew through
perfect silence, admitting the conviction to his i ,,,e sunset air that sentiment winch makes a mind with evidently sharp reluctance. There , ,onc sccm tleep down and gentle that dcli-
ere no books in the room, except his classics, j cons variation from cmratllo to scpt-ano, which
and I stepped below and harrowed a Shake-ICVCT Highly educated woman peactices in-
peareof the bookseller. ;stmetively in following the range of her own
"Cymbeline!" said he. as I gave him the vol- thoughts and feelings all this w as wanting,
nine open at the play. ' I have a sister by the ! Pamfuly wanting to the unconscious Cymbc-
mmc of Cymbeline!'' ne: say unconscious for she thought she
My incredulous astonishment expressed it-;S!aw ncrseii as sue appeared toothers, when
self in a boyish whistle, "long drawn out," like sl,c looked in the glass ! Well a day! ell a the "linked" sweetness" of Milton. daV ! !
"Well, curse you'sir!" said Povntz, "you're Poyntz was a gay man, less fraternal in the
nard to please with a name. What the devil's
the matter with 'Cymbeline,' I should like to
fcnow?"
"What as a lady's name?'' -"Yes sir, as a lady's name'.""Perhaps you will just look at the tlramatis
Txrsowe," said I restraining my mirth for the
result.
:'Cgmbrllnc, King of lirilain!" Povntz held
the book a moment in his hand after reading
this astonishing sentence, then giving it a toss
into the air, he received it on his toe as it came
down, and sent it through the window into
the back yard.
"D n Shakspearc!" ho exclaimed, next
kicking over his arm chair, and stalking up and
down the room in a frenzy "Cymbeline audi
Imogen! My father's a fool sir! And I'll get out of this cursed place and go henne and tell
him so sir! And, I sny if you ever put that
down in your devilish list there, I'll cut out
yur heart sir?"
But I was on the verge of hysterics by this
time, and Mr. Imogen Poyntz presently joined
in, and we laughed together loud and long.
As soon as I could recover my composure, I
volunteered a secrecy of four years, at least,
"ou the subjec t of his name, and suggested to
aim the policy of resolutely refusing to furnish
more than the initial letter, not only to the catalogue, but to all curiosity on the subject. I recorded "I. Poyntz," on the proof sheet, after a careful erasure of his autograph, and thenceforward we went on strengthening our alliance upon this link till we became insepcr-
-able friends. He turned out a warm hearted.
dashing Lonisianan, and his father, though
father loose in the reading Shakespeare; was
t very "tight" in his son s drafts on the Planter's Bank, and by all I could gather, was man of enormous fortune, and an exceedingly fine old fellow. As to Miss Cymbeline Povntz honored me so far as to open a corres
pondence between us, and after a few years' 'epistolary ucquaintance, I was to meet her now for the first time, at Saratoga. This trumpery circumstance has no particular bearing on my story, dear reader, but I
should have told it to you in conversation, and, why should paper (not endorsed) stiffed
our intercourse? Beside it has given me time 'o think which end of my story comes foremost. 'Nothing so difficult as a beginning Except, perhaps, the end." I was firs' on the o round a irontl anctirv n
- 9 0 c-"-j 'OVe as well ,s honor. Pnvnts narlv had
disposal ofhistimethan in any thing else, and he found occupation moie to his taste than responding to his sister's Jeremiads on the
peeling of her nose and chin. Of course, I was too happy to monopolize Miss Toynlz. glad or sorry, and as there was no ball that night, we joined the crowded promenade around the spring, and through the long isle f'the portico mutually anxious to please.
probably, though the cmrt to blond, the Cym
beline of my fancy with this sunburnt and un-
cumfortable young lady, threw upon in y side, doubtless, any little tedium that existed bc-
t ween us.
It was getting toward 10 o'clock, and 1 was
recovering a little from my first disappointment (for, after all, your friend's only sister,
with very fine eyes and a very large fortune, even though her voice be wooden and her
style untidy, is not of the class of evils un
mitigated by hope.) I say I was beginning to carry Miss Poyntz's arm a little closer to the organs of life, when m friend tapped me on
the shoulder from behind, and begged me to stop at the small window of the small drawing
room on the right
"My Aunt, Mrs. Helens, has come down
stairs for a few minutes, and I must present
you," said Poynfz. "And, I say," make your
best bow, my good fellow, for she has travelled
all over the world, and knows a man when
she sees him."
This sounded formidable. I projected my
bow on the stiffest known model, and made a hasty mental outline of stop gaps and other
aids of conversation sufficient to carry me through the first five minutes and the next
moment, I felt as if I hadjknown Mrs. St.
Helens for j-ears! She spoke as we approach
ed her. So gentle, so sweet, so winning and
kind a tone had never before betrayed to me that there was a passage to the heart through
the ear. I released myself from Miss Poyntz
instinctively, and leaned against the blind "win
dow. There was no light in the drawing
room, and by the broken lustre of the lamp
half hidden in the evergreens of the colonade,
I could only distinguish that the lady sitting
within was tall and slender, dressed in widow-
weeds, and singularly composed and graceful
in her motions. What her age might te,
could form no opinion by the eye, but from
posture ;when .she listened her grace her high breeding all these were parts and fea
tures ofa fascination to me irresistable, a fascination 1 remember even now, like the scar ofa chain, remember, indeed, with a most
passionate longing to seeonce more this charming woman of sixty ! Sixty?" "Yes, madam! siclyH Mrs. St. fllelens had been a widow three years. Her husband was a man of fortune in delicate health, and she had passed most of her married life in the bland latitudes ;of the Mediterranean. She had seen just enough, for a lesson of every kind of societ on the books of the recording angel, and nolwjdy could now 'approach her whom she could not, at once, understand and indulge. She had been a very beautiful woman. I thought her beautiful still. Her features were rrgular, and the lower part of her face somewhat of the Napoleonic mould firm and sweet. Her lips had gained in refinement what thev had lost in
fulness, they looked more like the tender imt r . .i . a
lnin oi sorrow man ine nara notchings ot Time. But her eyes -were still full full of suffused lustre open and prodigal of their dear light as stars in heaven without contraction without denial without any of that Parthian disapproval 60 often turned backward npon the young and joyous by he old and unsatisfied. The lids of those soft eyes still
drooped slowly before a look of affection, as if
shutting it into the heart the tears still sprung easily within them, and moistened the dark orbs without flowing. She had no mor? crown
old than an angel doing penance for a human life in a mortal frame. Yet the hair parted, and put away beneath pier widow's cap was gray. That I look "no pains to make an acquaintance of Poyntz's party that I played wall flower at the balls that I lost my vivacity, and abandoned myself to unprecedented mopingthat I begged to share with Miss Poyntz her morning readings fo her aunt that I let slip some contempt at the irresponsible unripeness of a boy of twenty, and some bitter mournings over the irrecoverable progression of female destinies these signs, and some inquiries I made as to the "effect of a Louisiana
winter on complaints of the chest, accompanied (the inquiries) with a very original amateur cough I say all these symptoms, and more were set down by Miss Poyntz as demonstrations toward licr hand and sugar land,
th sad parts taken for the diflidencc of poverty in wooing wealth, and the whole together considered worthy of all acceptation!
I was. of course, in a most false position to
wards Mrs. St. Helens. My feelings in her
presence were those of an admiration so pas
sionate, that deference and respect seemed
like barriers long ago passed so passionate, that it seemed to me the very fever in my sup
pressed breath, and the aching earnestness of
my gaze would break iulo utterance with my lips shut. I . listened to her with breathless delight. I spoke to her with hnt tone whwdi,
in her knowledge of life and love she could not
have misunderstood the tone in which the
heart seems to have takcn'up the functions of the voice, and echo from its own chambers in
melody strange even to the ears of the speaker
I talked of love of devotion begun in rever
ence of a world to be disregarded, and of my
scorn for the narrow limitations of the herd
of loveliness ripened and deepened, and gra
ces chastened, and made angelic by time and
sorrow. I could not speak of age. I dared
not hint at a comparison of her years with
mine. I could not I. a vouth of twenty
say to a woman of sixty, "I love you and live
but to adore vou?" But it was in my veins
like fire.
My spirits were like extinguished embers
when I was absent from Mrs. St. Helens, but
Miss Poyntz, like some others of her sex, called it conversation to talk exclusively of heiself.
promenaded and drove and sat for hours
with the plantation bred belle, and though my
eyes were on the ground, and my ears filled
and spell bound with the remembered rustling of that mourning dress, I was complimented
for mv agreeable powers, and was evidently
careering under full sail to the heaven of Miss
Poyntz's favor. How much of this involunta
ry success I owed to Poyntz's trumpeting be
hind the scenes, and how much to such of the
artillery of love as "found mark the archer lit
tie meant," would be difficult to prove, without the witness confronted in court, but, with all
my innocence,and through all my perturbations
I could not but sec this unsought prize, coming.
to him my passion for Mrs.. St. Helens, and my unhappy disinclination to avail myself of ihe matrimonial honor be had proposed for me. I apologized thanked him enclosed liimthc amount lie hnd paid for me; sud then calling up the porter, left my letter" in the Poyntz's
uiu lie IT nnr'np T A : ... . ' ..
Imoan'. . ' ". um.UMieiy IO I lie
design in my behalf. I though, i, hi.. I n.M'rninS ,H,'M' m,u a brth nt
taut that Uth lie and hi sister should be star. I ti!' . ' . L
a ii v v l: t'l at ii nnin wr f nin rtsi
didn'i care to 'bear from him.' to lell the truth, but I should like to know what Income of Mr Si. Helens! n3"Caplaiii Bradburfy, of the N. 6. Tropic,' was recently presented, by his company with a beautiful hickory sword, of exquisite shape and workmanship. It was ornamented with various appropriate devices, "done in ink " and altogether formed a very beautiful and appropriate present. We 'subjoin the reply of the gallant captain to this pointed compliment, It i worthy of the occasion it is eloquent and could not be beat, even by Capt. Kendall himself: "I accept, and shall preserve the sword, gentlemen, as one of my most honorable trophies. I shall never gaze on it without being reminded of you there is tbout the weapon distinctive character that answers the- nnrnncrt
of the most accurate portrait. The keenness of its blade will nlways seive to remind me of the keenness of vnur tail, tv tilth I a
faithfully resembles: and in flie daTlin
brilliancy of'its lustre, I shall discover the perfect reflection of your intellect ! ! !
V . . . ....
sue siooi committed to me hv a mol .vi-i.i..
and it seemed as presiiming to name the matter
as u w as untair lo leave the matter in mystery! My head fairly allied while I p ndered on the dilemma. And, all this tim', did or did not Mrs. St. Helens know that 1 loved her? What should make her insensible now to the language he had all her life been learning to interpret? How, with every mental faculty undimmed, should she be dull to the love-burthened accent of the voice, to the adoring gaze, to the palpable atmosphere if worship which I breathed around her? With her gra. e of motion still preeminently and nicely delicate, with her senses unimpaired, and alive to all the most subtle refinements of life and art, with eyes still kindling, lir a r ill quick and mobile as ihe aspen, form itill veiling with the ruundness of statuarywas he, could she be, on the other hand dead herst f to the tenderness or passion? The sec id Monday after the arrival of the Poyntzcs turned out a very bracing morning, with a north wind; and while sleeping over my portmautcau for a pair of half season pantaloons I felt my mercury ascend to the intrepid point. Before that day was over, I inwardly vowed the tri-forked cloud that lowered between me and the Poyntz patty should vanish, or 'belch its thunder.' Idresed with the instictive energy of high resolve, and went to breakfast so strapped up and braced down, that if my suspenders had given way when I took my seat at the breakfast table, I should probably have been found by the coroner in the third story.
There must have been something of it in my
oice, for when I asked for "green tea. strong,"
the waiter served me with the crisp alacrity of
torpeao.
The la .ies were t-oth breakfasting in their
rooms.
"Come up to my den and smoke a segar," said
Poyntz, as he rose from the table; "the cold weather has frightened my aunt, nnd we are
offal twelve for some town with fire-places.
Ask for your bill as you passthebar!"
B y that last clause, it was dear that I was
now considered one of the party, and expec
ted to join them in their flit to Albany. This was at least a nail to hang a presumption upon and my difficulties began to look less appalling.
carved my opening speech out of a little sur
prise on this point, and so, with my lance in rest, mounted the staircase in confident spirits
for the encounter.
Poyntz's room adjoined his lister's, and Mrs-
St. Helens was lodged directly opposito in a
bedroom attached to a small parlor. In that small parlor I dctei mined I would ask for private interveiws with the Indies severally, and
make a clean breast or die; first, however.
clearing all up with my firiend, Imogen, though
that beginning might result in a skirmish of um
brella and boot-jack.
I knocked at the door.
A chair upset and the rustling of a petticoat
in night, very audible sounds through the ven
ilator aiwve, betraved the sudden retreat cf
Miss Poyntz into her own room communica
ting by an inner door with her brother'.
"Come in!" he cried out, after a moment's
pause.
"Povntz!' said I quite offhand, as if it had
justoccurcd to me, "what's that you said just
now about asking for my bill 7 Did vou mean
did you mean" and here I foundered suddenly
for I saw that Mis Poyntz s door was not quite
closrd
"Why, I thought, as I bit my segar," said
Poyntz, "that I might as well give a check for
it all while al rut it; ko it's paid with jouis, and vou needn't bother yourself. Of course.
it's all one"' he r.ddcd very signif cantly
' Paid!'' cried I, icccvrr'mg my voice with
surprise; 'paid my bill! Thcdcvil you ray!' I paused a mom cnt.
'Toyntz!" I tcgan rgain, in a lower tone, "to
wards t e of ynur family I have feeling of which
you are as little aware as you seem to be of my
position towards another and, Poyntz
"Tut!" he exclaimed, "don't be a goose, man
Have I eyes in my bead? And as to your po
silionto me, why, it'll be altered so soon, that
it's not worth w hile to be pnnctillious! Tay me
out of 'Lina's first pin money, my good fellow
tdiall he'Lina? Come in and sec this pink o
moderty!"
"Poyntz! for God's sake! Poyntz!" I cried
But before I could seize hold of him, or inter
pose a word, he had passed into his sister's
room, and drawn her by the hand to the thresh
hold. She stood a single moment bending on
me a glowing gaze from her dark eyes, and
then flinging off her brothers hand, to my un
arms
Pertinent Impertinece. "What' your profession?" said a lawyer a day or two since In our criminal court, addressing a witness whom he was questioning. "What is yours?" th'iew back the w itness, cooly and with emphasis. "I am a lawycr,"said the first speaker. "Then you have studied Blackstone to little or no purpose, or you would not ask me such a qusstion." . "I merely, asked you," continued the lnwyer 'because I had not the pleasure of your acquaintance."
"AN ell I shall not tell you" returned the wit
ness. o hare no desire fo cultivate .- "
j Vieayxmt. "lJeavtirs"oftte late War with Ch im. An
English officer writing to big frtnl in Eng-
and from C lung Keang-foo. says
I never saw such a loss of life and nronerfv
as took place here; we lost officers and men enough, but it is impossible to compute the loss of the Chinese, for when they found they could stand no longer against us, thry cut the
inroats oi tneir wives and children or drove them into wells and pon-!s,and then destroyed themselves in many houses there were from eight totwelve dead bodies; and I myself, have
seenaaozen women and children drowning themselves in a small pond the day after the fight. The whole of the city and suburb are
mass of ruins whole streets having been
burnt down."
"f.il-p a thtinrior rlond aramst tho wind:" uttcrahle dismay. Fhe ran and flung tier
and I dreaded the bursting of the storm. Well around my neck!
I might, indeed, for the bolt would, of course, reach me through my conductor! Born East of the Hudson, I was, of course open to impression from a quarter in which
ome allnfiiiins in her conversation, she must Patrimony and Matrimony were convertable
have passed the hoy-day of life, and had ceas- j terms. I thought of Miss Cymbeline Poyntz. ed to consider herself art objeTt of attraction, j i speculated on the probabilities of assimilation Rhi had rome to tha SnringS fcat to chaperon , by the "use which breeds a habit in a man"
her niece, and must perform even tlir.t ofiV?. (her voice becoming softer and my ears harder
fC3Mr. O'Connell, in a late letter written
to this country, speaks of Dickens in the foUowing terms:
"I thank God he is not an Irishman he is of
the texture of a Saxon glutton; and the more
yon fill him and stuff him with the good things
of this life, the more overbearing and ungrate
ful you make him! The more kindness you
extend, and the more prarsc you bestow upon a
gormandizer of this order, the more aristocrat
ic nd turbulent notions you drive into his empty and sycophantic nddle."
ill' Among the distinguished rtrarigers in
the procession in honor of Mr. Clay, on Thirf-
day, say the N. O. Tropic, we omitted to no-
ice the presence of ex-Governor Gayle, of
Alabama, and ex-Governor Noble, of Indiana.
btws Kcmlell, it is said, is confined in pris
on for debt. A singular series of reverses has
Amos experienced during his short life. A Yankee schoolmaster seeking his fortune in the West an editor his distresses relieved at
one time in the family of Henry Clay, at another hardly able to keep away from the sher
iffs in the District gets a good office in the Treasury Department is reputed rich speculates largely in the Indian lands is Postmas
ter-General again an editor now in prison, poor.
- - uuiiui. i ilia a l a 1 1 y iiivui". , ( .... , , . . , . engaged rooms, and were expected hourly,! imperfectly, for the heat overpowered her in . C?ey could meet without iarring)-I re id Congress IUUhad but these three cells in its i the day time, and she could only endure the caUed io nl'Qd the Tnrkish art of fattenn.nj
jast hiTe nnoccup.d (one of them destined) fatigue of dress and society after the setting in females on rive and ..?'", r "niy honey," I foudlv honed mntim Tiof the twilight's "coolness. TM "n!n -i-M" 1 ""xedanta for shape and co
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ng
French
dwelt
and
iviiim for shane and eOiiir!n....ul'
a s.llod r:ftt cinl A i inwardlv fnrscin it in c.... j .:'!""". i - friendshin. and the lllXUi..
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oearing shut and sacred "to be opened on! mere would, at least, be no short comings of ' t southern clime; 1 imaged to myself, in ie arrival of the assignee." Lovely girls j vespers! short every possible alleviation to a union j SuireTlTwfVefidCS t0their H I ve not meniioned'that Poyntz. iatmluc-l with' Miss Poyntz, except that o.jlv which , luamtajtce. and twilight and music conspired', ed me to Mrs. St. Helens. I do not rei0envber under the circumstances, would seem to be the ,
Well I am flesh and blood! I did feelin
that warm cheek against my own, and wholly unaccustomed to such electrical contact I did
impress on the check of Miss Poyntz a salute
of which I can give no definite description.
cannot say it was disagreeable. I fear I did
not express in my behavior through the whole
of this unexpected crisis that revulsion of sen
sibiliiies expected of a gentleman who is em
braced against his wish. The current of events was too strong for me. I packed my trunk, and rode in silence by the side of .1iss Poyntz to Albany.
We arrived a little after dark, and I pleaded illness and went to my room with pen, ink and candle. I fr&tdown and wrote to Poyntz till near morning, explaining the whole mystery
AX ACT relative to the rollcrtioa of taxes.
Sec. 1. Ue it enacted by the tiencral Assem
bly oithe Stateof Indiana, That it shall be, and
it is hereby the duty of each county Treasur
er in this state, whenever it can be done,' to
collect any tax in his proper county that may have been returned delinquent in any former year, together with the interest and penalty due thereon, in the same way that other taxes due and unpaid are collected; and for any tax so
collected; the Treasurer shall duly account to
the proper authority. Sec. 2. Whenever any county Treasurer or Collector for any previous year may have charged himself with and accounted for any tax that may not have been paid to him, such tax shall be deemed and taken as due him personally, whether in or out of office, and may be by him collected in the same way other taxes, due and unpaid are collected. . " Sec. 3. This act shall be in force from and after ils'publieation in the "Indiana Journal" and "State Sentinel." THO. J. HENLEY, Snrnlrr of the House of Representatives.
TIIOS. D. WALPOPE, President of the Senate, pro tern. Approved, January 4th 113. SAM. RIGGER.
JCJ-The Hon. J. J. Crittenden was re-elected to the Senate of the United States, on Saturday last, by the Legislature of Kentucky, for six years from the 4th of March next.
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