Washington Weekly Telegraph

May 16, 1857

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Washington Weekly Telegraph (Newspaper) - May 16, 1857, Washington, Indiana %% fléWHU f^UsMr. T£K]|1S, $1,50 i lEAR lu Adfaace YÄtJMEry. IS.- WASHINGTON, IfíMANA, MAY 16, 1857. «iásNUMBER 19 e. . -«■ Bring flower»» Iresb^ fioweri^ Aud «trcw tbem oii mj bed; Sit there in thy sad bdUfi» When I reat among the dead. fiing a eong, a sweet song, At the close of a bright day. Hfhe« the day is passed and Then sing youir sweetest lay. BT, arfert^ht p'rtij^W, Before you leave my grave, And tbic k of him while you are there. Who died your soul to save. Resolve «new, make a firm resolve, ITbat as this life is bridf, You'll meet me in the world of love. Where joy takes away all grief. Then rejoice, in God rejoice. That sorrows have an end. And may we join again ¿our voice. That our spirits still may blend. JPortheWwhington Telegraph-y To Carie M-. sr ^OXDKNX« 'Carie, dear, Wert thou here, How happy I would-be; But 14(Dovr, Alas ! 'tis so— Thou 'rt ever lost to^me Carie. fair, Your auburn hah* ffn wavy ringlets fell.; And your face. And native grace. Wrought a magic spells Aepell.Garie, . Fairest fairy , That did my peace destroy; Yes, I own. All pleasure's gone, IFor me there is no joy. Carie M-, Thou brightest gem, I whisper thee "good-bye"— Far away, Alone I'll stray. Yet heave for me no sigh. WMkington, lud.. May 10. '57, tré esA^ep iit H4T » A ZiEGEin^ or MfiZICO. OB. UPPAKD. old inan With & sban oham-, bis spare but «n arm-chair, dee|> blue r sly. The Therk was a di white hair sat^l^né her of á n^ional itoansi muscular spire |estia his hanj^lflji^^jtjá eyes gazing fflT tbe*wf brow of the old man furrowed with wrinkles, his hair rising in straight masses, white as the driven snow, his sunken cheeks aaversed with marked lines, and thin lips, fixedly compressed all announced a loig and stormy life. All the mark« ofa.. will were written upon his^face. His name I need not tell you, was Andrew Jadkson, and be sat alone in the White House. A visitor entered -without being an-nouTiced-and stood 'before the President in the form of a boy of nineteen, clad in coarse round jacket and trousers, and covered from head to foot with mud. As he stood before the President, cap in hand, the dark hair falling in ¿amp clusters about his white forehead, the old man could not help surveying at a rapid glance, the muscular, beauty of his figure, the broad chest, the sinewy arms, the head ylaoed proudly on the ifirm broad shoulders. 'Your business?, said the old man, in bis short, abrupt way. ♦There is a lieutenancy vacant in the dragoons. Will you give it to me?' And dashing back the hair which fell over his face, the boy, ae if frightened at his boldness, bowed low before the President. The dd man could not restrain that smile. It wreathed his firm li;p, and shone from his clear eyes. You enter my chamber unanonnced, covered frona head to foot with mud— you tell me that a lieutenancy is vacant and ask me to-give^it to yc>u. Who you?' Reefing of Lovexa. When lovers meet in adverse hours, 'Tislike a sunglace thro' a shower, A watery, ray, an instant seen. The daikly closing clouds between. —Scoti. r " h» jarSo«e lady poetry writer hath a parody OB Longfellow's poeoEi on Life. Here it is: "Life is peal, fife is earnest. Single-blessedness a fib ; Taken from «an to man retarnest. Has been spoken of the rib." W*. Wirt and To* OoRWiH.—It is •aid that Tom Corwia, as he ia faoiiliar-Jy called,wason«e trying a ease in which he was opposed to the late Mr. Wirt, when the latter tried a somewhat novel mod« of discrediting the evidence of Mr. Corwin's chief witness, upon whose accuracy and discrimination everything turned, by showing tnat he was a person of astonishing credulity. Wirt—Have you read Bobinson Cru-•oe? Witness—Yes. Wirt—Do you believe it all ? Witness—Well, yes. Squire. The •auM answer was returned as to Oullirer's Travels, and several other works of fiction, Corwin all the while fidgeting and getting hot Presently Mr. Wirt considering the man entirely flattened «at, resigned him with a bland tmile. Iff. Corwia laid he had only one question to ask, and put it— Oorwin—Hare you read Wirt'i life •I Patrick Henry ? ' Wi^eaa—Yea. Corwin—Do yon balitTe it ? WitBMi—Ko, Squire, I cant quite go Mwt) J. G. Montgomery, of Dan ▼Ula, Pft., «ember aleet from the Xu mnm Diatriet to the nezt Congreaa, d|ed from tba prevailiog complaint oont raot#d ft ^ in WMhiogto«« •Charles May3' The boy did not bow this time, but with his right hand on his hip, stood like a wild Indian, erect, in the presence of the President. 'What claims have yon to a commis «ion?'—again the hero surveyed him, and again he faintly smiled. •Such as you see:' exclaimed the boy, as his dark eye shone with the daredevil light, while his form swelled in every mnscle, as with the conscious pride of his manly strength and beauty. 'Would you—' he bent forward, sweeping aside his C4irls once more, whilo a smile began to break over bis lips— •would you like to see me ride? My horse is at th« -door. You se« I come poste haste for ibis commission?' Silently the eld man followed tbe boy and together they went forth from the White House. It was a clear, cold winter's day; the wind tossed the President's while hair and the leafless trees stood boidly out against the blue sky. Before the portals of the White House, with the rein thrown loosely on his neck stood a magnificent horse, his dark hide smoking foam. He uttered a shrill neigh as his boy-master sprang with a bound into the saddle, and in a flash was gone, skimming like a swallow down the road, his mane and tail streaming in the breeze. The old man looked after them, the horse and rider, and knew not which to admire most the athletic beauty of tbe boy, or the tempestuous vigor of the horse. Thrice they threaded the avenues in front of the White House and at last stood panting before tbe President, the boy leaning over the neck of his steed, as he cooly exclaimed—'Well—how do like me?' «Do you think you could kill an Indian?' the President said, taking him by the hand, aa be leaped from his horse. 'Ay^and eat him afterwardsl' cried (he boy I, ringing out his fierce laugh as he read his fate in the old man'a eyes. 'You had better come in and get your commission;* and the hero of New Orleans led the way into the White House. There came a night, when i^n old man —President no longer—sat in the si lent chamber of his Hermiti^e home, a picture of age trembling on tho verge of Eternity. The light that l^d'lipon mi tAblo reft»le4 bit tbriBlua form restipff^nitihi^ t^ pillows whióh cush-ioh^^^aHfe^^r and the deaiblike pallor of^^^P^áb^é face. In that face» with its i^ilto,'^ añá massive forehisad, everything seemed ^already dead, except the eyes. Their deep gray-bltte shone with tbe fire of New Orleans as the old man, with his long, white fingers, grasped a letter post-marked Washington.' 'They ask me to designate tho man who shall lend our. army, in case the annexation of Texas bringi^, on a war with Mexico'-^his voice, deep-toned and thi4IJiiHlw.ov4il.MaQ and decay, rung through the silence of the chamber. 'Theie is only one man who dan du it, and his name is Zachary Taylor.' It was a dark hour when this boy and this General, both appointed at the suggestion or by the voice of the Man of the Hermitage, met in the battle of Resaca de la Palma. By the blaze of the cannon, and beneath tbe canopy of battle smoke, we will behold the meeting, 'Captain May, you must take that battery!' As tbe old man uttered those words he pointed far across the ravine with his sword. It was like the glare of a volcano—the steady blaze of that battery, pouring from the darkness of the chap-paral. Before him, summoned from the rear by his command, rose the form of a splendid soldier, whose hair, waving in 4ong masses, swept his broad shoulders, while his beard fell over his muscule.r chest. Hair and beard as dark as midnight, framed a determined face, surmounted by a small cap, glittering with a single golden tasseU The young warrior bestrode a magnificent charger, broad chest, small in the head, delicate in each sleader limb, and with the nos» trils quiveriBg as though they shot forth jets of flame. That steed was black as death. Without a word, the soldier turned to his men. Eighty-four forms, with throats and breasts bare, eighty-four battle horses, eighty four sabres, that rose in the clutch of naked arms, and flash their lightning over eighty four faces, knit in every feature with battle-fire. 'Men follow!' shouted the young commander, who had been created a soldiei by the hand of Jackson, as his tall form rose in the stirrups, and the battle-brecie played with his long black hair. There was no response in words, but you should have seen those horses quiver beneath the spur, and spring and launch awayl Down upon the sod, with one terrible beat came the sound of their hoofs, while through the air rose in glittering circlas those bottle scimitars. Four yards in front rode May, himself and his horse the object of a thousand eyes, so certain was the death that air ?' Thofe men can hold their shouts no longer^ Rending, Iho air with their cries^ Hark I The iwhole army echo them. ^ They slriko their spurs, and, worried into madnesi, tl|ieir horses whirl and and thunder away lo the deadly ravine The old roan, Taylor, said, after the batttle, thathe never felt his heart be.^t «8 it did then; for it wii a glorious sight to see that man, May, «iKtbe head of his squadron, dashing across the ravine, four yards in advance of his foremost man, while long and d|rk behind him irju itiytcliftd one foljili^e of warri«rs and their steeds. Through the windows of the clouds some gleams of the sunlight fall—they light the golden tassel on the cap—they glitter on the up-raised sword—they illumine the dark horse and his rider with their warm glow—the reveal the battery —you see it, above the further bank of the ravine, frowning death from every muzzle. Nearer and nearer, up and on ! Never heed the death before you, though it is terrible. But up the bank and over the cannon—hurrah 1 At this dreadful moment, just as his horse rises for the clarge. May turns and sees the sword of the brave Inge on his fight, turns again and reads his own soul written in the fire ofSackett's eye. To his men once more be turns, his hair doating back behind him, he points to the cannon, to the steep bank and the certain death, and, as if inviting them, one and all, to his bridal feast, he says —••Coke !' They did come. It would have made your blood dance to see it. As one man whirled up tbe bank, following May's sword as they would a banner, and striking madly home as they heard —through the roar of the battle they heard it—that word of frenzy-—'Come I' As one mass of bared chests, leaping horses and dazzling ecimetars, they charged upon the bank; the cannon's fire rushed into their faces; Inge, even as his shout rang on the air, was laid a mangled thing -benea-th his st«e^, his throat torn open by a cannon shot; Sacket was hurried beneath his horse, and seven dragoons fell at the battery's muzzles, their blood and brains whirling into their comrades' eyes. Still May is yonder, above the cloud, his horse rioting over heaps of dead, as with his sabre circling around his flowing hair, he cuts his way through the living wall, and says to his comrades—'Come!' All around him, friend and foe, their swords locked together—yonder the blaze of musketry, showering the iron hail upon his band; beneath his horse's feet the aleadly cannon and the ghastly corse, still that young soldier riots on, for Taylor has said 'Silence that battery I' and he will do it. The Mexicans are driven from I heir guns; their cannon are silenced, and loomed before him; proudly in his war- j May's heroic band, scattering among the rior beauty he rode that steed his hair floating from beneath his cap in raven curis up«n (he wind. He turns his head—his men see his face with stern lip and'knit brow; they hear—i^t "Men forward !' but 'Men, follow 'away, like an immense battle engine composed of eighty-four men and horses, woven together by swords—away and on they dash. They near the ravine ; old Taylor fol lows ihem. with hushed breath, aye, clutcl|iog the sword hilt, he sees the golden tassel of May gleaming in that cannon fiash. Tbey are on the verge of the ravine. May till in front, his charger flinging, the earth from beneath him, with colossal leaps, when , from among tbe cannon, starts up 8 half-clad figure rid with blood and begrimed with powder. It is Ridgely, who to-day has sworn to we4r the mantle of Ringgold, and to weiir it well. At once his eyes catch the light now blazing in the eyes of May, and, springing to the cannon he shouts. '^One moment, my comrade I and I will draw their fire 1* The word is not passed from his lips when his cannon speaks out to the batta-ry across the ravine. His flash, his smpke hare not gone, but hark I Did you hear that s^rm of copper balls clatr ter against his cannon ? Did you see it dig the earth beneath the hooft of May'a ^aadron?«'Men, follow r Do you tee that face gloaming with tho battle fire, that aoim-•itr Gttttiog iu glittering oirclo ia Uit mazes of the chapparel, are entangled in a wall of bayonets. Once more the combat deepens, and dyes the sod in blood. Hedged in by that wall of steel, May gathers eight of his men and hews his way back towards the captured battery As his charger rears his sword circles above his head and sinks blow after blow into the foeman's throats. To the left a shout is heard; the Americans, led on by Graham, Pleasonton and Windship, have silenced the battery there, while the whole fury of the Mexican army seems concentrated to crush May and bis band. As he went through their locked ranks so he comes back. Every where his men know him by his hair, waving in dark hair masses; his golden tinsilled cap; his sword— they know that, too, and wherever it falls, hear the gurgling groan of mortal agony. Back to tbe captured cannon he cuts his way, and on the brink of the ravine beholds a sight that fires his blood. A solitary Mexican stands there, reaching forth his arm in all the frenzy of a brave man'a despair; he entreats his countrymen to turn, to man the Battery once more and hurl its fury on the foe. They shrinked back appalled before that dark horse and its rider, May. The Mexican, a gallant young man, whose handsome features can scarcely be distinguished on account of the blood which covera them, while his rent uniform bears testimony to his deeds in that day's carnage, elenchet hit hands, as he flinga his curao in thi^ face of hit flyingt oonnlrymen springs to the cannon. An instant and ts fire will scatter ten American soldiers in the dust. Even as the brave Mexican bends near the cannon, the dark, charger, with tremendous leap, is there, and the sword of May is circling over hi# head. "Yield I" shouted the voice which only a few moments ago, when rushing to the death, said—•C.">me !' The Mexican beheld the gallant form beforo him, and handed! Capt. May his sword. "General La Vega is a prisoner I" he said/ andjstickird Wiib^tolded arms amid the corses of his mangled soldiers. You see May d«Iiver hi»- prisaner into the charge of brave Lieut. Stephens, who, when Inge fell, dashed bravely on. Then would you look for May once more—gaze through that wall of bayonets, beneath that gloomy cloud, and behold him crashing into the whirlpool of the fight; his long hair, his sweeping beard, and sword that never for an instant stays its lightning career, makiug him look like the embodied demon of this battle day. In the rear of the battle behold this picture :—Where May dashed like a thunderbolt from his side, Gen. Taylor, in his familiar brown coat, still remains. Near him gazing on the battle with interest keen as his own, the stout form, the stern visage of his brother soldier, Twiggs. They have followed, with flashing eyes, the course of May; they have seen him charge, and seen his men and horses hurled back in their blood, while still he thundered on. At this moment the brave La Vega is led into tho presence of Taylor, his arms folded over his breaut, his eyes fixed upon the ground. As the noble-hearted General expresses his sorrow that the captive's lot has fallen on one so brave; as, in obedience to the command of Twiggs, the soldiers, arranged in battle order, salute the prisoner with presented arms, there comes rushing to the scene the form of May, mounted on his well-known charger. "General, you told me to silence that battery, I have done it." He placed in the hands of Zachary Taylor the «word of the brave La Vega.The Next Governor. On the first page of to-day's paper will bo found the card of James S. Rollins, announcing his determination to run as an indr^pendent candidate for Governor, in opposition to Robert M. Stewart, the candidate of the anti-Ben-ton wing of the Democratic party. We are rejoiced that Maj. Rollins has deemed such a step compatible with his private business. He is the ablest man in Missouri, and it only requires a thorough canvass on his part to insure a glorious victory in August over the party which has been misgoverning our State for the last thirty-five years. Maj. Rollins will begin the canvass as soon as his health (which is now impaired) will permit. He will canvass every county in the State. 'One blast upon his buglehorn is worth ten thousand men. His eloquence will be felt throughout our State, and the opposition will quail before him. He will carry the State un-doubtly by a large majority, and the first blow at misrule will have been successfully struck.—[Missouri Telegraph.Anothar Splendid Donation. It is only two or three week since we had the gratification ot recording the magnificent gift of Twenty-Five Thousand Dollars to the American Colonzation Society by David Hunt, Esq., of Mississippi. We have now the pleasure to announce an additional splendid donatiou from tbe same noble hearted philanthropist of Twenty Thousand Dollars; a check for which amount was received from him by the Treasurer of the Society day before yesterday. This sum makes a grand total of more than Fifty Thousand Dollars which has been contributed by Mr. Hunt to the philanthropic cause of colonisation. How great are the blessings of wealth when possessed by one so humane and generous I—[Nat. Intel. Profouno E«fl*8tions.—The following is no less startling than new. It is. we presume, from the pen of an unwed-ded weatern editor: 'I tat me down in thought profound, This maxim wise I drew: It's easier for to like a girl» Than make a girl like you. 1' _ Young men affeotod with lilM ealico i&4 tbfo, lighted mntoh ia hit biod, ' pro6U?itifi, wiU pltMt cop^.A 7oungHero. Master Walters had been much an-aoyed by one of his scholars whistling in school. Whtrnever be called a "boy to account for such a disturbance,he would plead that ii; was unintentional—"he forgot all about where he was,' This became so frequent that the master threatened a severe punishment to tbe next offender. Next day, when tbe room was UBusually quiet, a loud sharp whistle broke the stillness. Every one asserted that it was a certain boy who had the reputation of a mischief-maker and aliai. He was called up, and though with a somewhat stubborn look, he denied it again—commanded to hold out his hand. At this instant, a little slender fellow, not more than seven years old, came out, and with a very pale but decided face, held out his hand, saying as he did so,with the clear and firm tone of a hero: •Mr. Walters, sir, do not pnnish him. I whistled. I was doing a long, hard sum, and in rubbing out another, rubbed out by mistake, and spoiled them all, and before I thought, I whistled right out, sir. I was very much afraid, but I could not sit there and act a lie,when I knew who was to blame. You may ferule me, sir, as you said you should.' And with all the firmness he could command, he again held out the little hand, never for a moment doubling that he would be punished. Mr. Walters was much affected. "Charles, said he, looking at the upright form of the delicate child, who had made such a conquest over his natural timidity, 'I would net strike you a blow for the world. No one here doubts the truth of what you say—you did not mean to whistle. You have been a hero, sir/ The boy went back to his seat with a flushed face, and quietly wept on with his sums. He must have felt that every eye was on him in admiration, for the smallest scholar could^appreciate the moral courage of such an act, Charles grew up, and became a devoted aud consistent chri»tian. Let all our readers imitate his nobie, heroic conduct,--[Twilight Hours. A Sad Affair.—We clip the following from the É^vansville Journal, A gentleman and lady arrived at the Pavilion Hotel on Thursday evening with the corpse of a young man who had died that day on board the Empress. The deceased was betrothed to the lady, and with h«(r and his friend were going South on the Empress. On Thursday morning while the deceased was sitting with the l;idy on deck, a parently in good health, his head sank upon his bosom, and when the party left the boat at Henderson, and were bearing the young man's rentains to his home in Maryland. The lady's grief was heart-rending to witness—her bright anticipations for the future all brushed away by the strong arm of death. Verily "we know not what a day may bring forth-' Throwing Cold Water upon Sbnti-MENT.—"Port Gibson is a beautiful little town on the Mississippi river,' writes a western correspondent of a paper, 'wher« I attended a wedding a few days since* Wishing to say something becoming the occasion, I approached the young bride in the course of the evening, and, after congratulating her on her departure from the state of single blessedness, I blandly wished her a pleasant voyage down the river of life. She said she hoped so, but she heard there was a great deal of fever and small-pox on the river now—she hoped they wouldn't be so unfortunate as to ketch it on the way down." A Disgusted Democrat.—Mr. Carpenter, of the Madison Patriot, the organ of the Anti BarstOii wing of the Wisconson Democracy, writes to his paper the following: "It is well known that in company with a score of Democrats from Wisconsin, I remained in Washington about a month to aid iu exposing tbe misdeeds of the 'Forty Thieves,' that we should be forever rid of them hereafter, and it must be notorious ere this that moat of our endeavors have failed. The hopea for our party in the futijj^arelráDish-ed, and we have been cleaned out I The '40* find favor at court, while the old stand-by Democrats, who haro never been indicted for perjury are permitted to auck their fingera at a retpeom^t dit* lw»ct.'--[Cin. Oaitttf. The Marriage Fee. The late Dr. Boynton was once dispu. ting with a farmer about the ease with which a minister earned money. "Now, when you are called on to marry a couple,' said the farmer, 'you never expect a less sum than three dollars, aod you sometimes get ten dollar« —this for a few minutes' service.' •Pooh !' replied the doctor, "I would agree to give you half of my next marriage fee for a bushel of potatoes.' "Very well,' said the farmer, «I'll take your offer and send the poletoen». immediately.' A few days afterwards tho Doctor was called on to splice a loving couplo at Dogtown, a place about four miles from where he lived. When the ceremony was over the bridegroom said to the worthy minister: 'Well, parson, I s'pose as how I ort to fork over sumthin' for yer trouble. What say you to takin one of my terrier pups? The best breed in the country, and no mistake. Tarnation nice to havo in a barn. Worth full five dollars—and I guess a figger 2 would do for tho splice, eh V The doctor took tbe pup with deep joy. The joke was too geod; he hastea-ea to the farmer, saying: "Now, friend, here is my fee—how shall we divide it?' The farmer relished the joke so well» that he increased the potatoes to half a dozen bushels. VrvA Voce.—A green member of tho Nebraska Legislature, when the election of the assistant clerk came up, called out, 'Mr. Speaker, I move we vote 'vice versa.' The House burst into a roar, and not knowing what it meant, greeny asked his right hand man if it was not in order, adding that he "didn't know anything about these d—d parliamentary rules 1' The Cincinnati Commercial, in an article to show that the poisoning at tho National Hotel, in Washington, was intended to ^stroy the life of President Buchanan, prints the following extract from a private letter^from Washington : "I saw, passing a gas light, a couplo of gentlemen—one of whom, although I had not seen him for over sixteen years, I almost knew to be tbe President. I stepped alongside, and a glance informed me that I was not mistaken. The old man totters. His legs are weak.— A half stumble drew some remark from his companion which I did not hear. His reply was, "I am not right. My health is not recoverrd,' adding in a sort of begging tone, 'but I am better.' He is going, depend upon it. A few more weeks and he will be no more. A vain fickle young orator from Kentucky will be the acting, and his friend Stephen A. Douglas the actual President of these United States.' jl^'You are a loafer, a man without a calling,' said a Judge to a person arrested as a vagrant. 'Btg pardon, yer honor, but I have a vocation.' What is it ? asked the Judge. 'I smokes glasses for eclipses ; but just now it is our dull time.' A farmer estimates that 2,600 head of cattle have died in Marion and Ralls counties, during the last winter from the effects of tbe cold, and tho want of food.—[St. Louis Intelligencer, jt^One day a Dutchman informed his wife that in his will he had directed his body to be opened after his death, aa he was afraid of being buried alive. MSrSome iTenglishmen Soften misplace the Aaitches: "Do you drink hale in in your country ?' asked an English cockney of an American. "No,' said the latter, wo drink thunder and lightning 1 JS^The mind is like a trunk^if well packed, it holds almost everything—if ill packed, next to nothing. J^'E- L. Beard. Esq., of 8an Joao» California, has exhibited a pear, whieh weighs 3 lbs. 7 oi. ^'"jlight hundred and fifty Mormont. arrivedf mt Boston on tho t8th of April» from Liverpool, in tho paekot thip Goo« Washington.Why Is « eat-iUk Ukoii>lMl; pl|twhy: Nolthft otn • ■ """ ..... -w- ;