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broken heart, occasioned by the quarrels of her favorite servants. The posterity of James 2d died wretched wanderers in foreign lands. Scotch paper.

ORIGINAL MISCELLANY.

A SKETCH.

Ir was in the afternoon of a fine autumnal day, that I joined a party of my acquaintance. in an excursion to an eminence which rises in the fertile valley of the Connecticut, towards the western part of Massachusetts. Surrounded by a delightful region of country, in a high state of cultivation, and commanding an extensive view, the summit of Mount H af fords a prospect, to which few situations in nature can present a parallel. As you turn to the northeast, Monadnock is seen rearing his lofty head in solitary grandeur, at the distance of sixty miles. To the north and west, the level country is lost, first in gentle undulations and then hills rising above hills in endless succession,

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The stretching landscape into smoke decays," and leaving the impression that the view is limited rather by the imperfection of our vision, than by the barriers of nature. To the south appears a wide extent of country, sprinkled with villages, from which, with the aid of a glass, we counted the spires of thirty churchAlmost washing the base of the mountain, is seen the Connecticut, gracefully winding along to the south; and as its waters reflect the glittering sun-beams like burnished silver, by turns appearing and disappearing, till it is

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lost in the far distant ocean: and here and

there upon its bosom the boatman, impelling, with nervous arm, his sluggish bark, laden with the rich harvests of a grateful soil, cultivated by freemen.

It was the loveliest season of the year. Nature had put on the livery of Autumn, whose brilliant colors had not yet faded; and as she was yielding up the fruits of the season to the husbandman, we could almost fancy that we heard, from the busy world below, the harvest song of the reaper, and from the adjacent river, the shout of the boatman. Well was it said of New England,

"There is no other land like thee."
And every genuine son of the pilgrims will re-
spond

"No dearer sbore."

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ture, when the whole of this wide extended country was a wilderness. Here, thought I, the son of the forest once pursued his game unmolested, where have arisen cities and villages, and where now is heard the busy hum of industry. And here stood the wigwam of the savage, where now appear the abodes of civilization. The canoe of the Indian once floated upon this peaceful stream, where now is seen the whitening sail of commerce, wafting along the rich productions of the soil, and the bark returning laden with the luxuries of the Indies. Where now stand the temples of the Most High, perhaps the priest of the Sayage once performed the rite of superstition, or offered up his sacrifice to the Great Spirit.Surely, it becomes us to remember, that this, our goodly heritage, was once the patrimony of the Indian; and while we blush for the wrongs which we and our fathers have done him, to shed a tear over his misfortunes.

The

We returned, highly gratified, but fatigued with our excursion, and I soon retired. vivid impressions of the day lent their influence to my slumberings, and I thought myself again standing upon the summit of the mountain. But a prospect presented, widely differ

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ent from that which I had before beheld.
I looked to the east, the whole country apear-
ed a vast forest. In the distance was seen the
tossed by the waves, approached the coast.—
ocean, and a vessel, driven by the winds and
I raised my glass to watch her movements.
She approached the shore, and those on board
prepared to land. They stepped upon a rock,
one by one, and, with the aid of my glass, I
had already numbered a hundred, when, as
shore, they knelt, and, apparently, offered up
the next and last placed his foot upon the
tion of their voyage. As they were proceed-
their thanksgivings for the successful termina-
ing to erect a habitation, an Indian came out
of the wilderness, and approached the foreign-
signs of hostility he drew near; and one of
ers, at first with caution, but perceiving no
the party advancing to meet him,he first smok-
ed two or three whiffs from his calumet of
peace, and then extended it to him in token
of proffered friendship.

I was much interested in watching the movements of this little band, when, happening to turn to the other side of the mountain, my whole attention was soon engrossed by other objects. Instead of a circumscribed prospect, a country, in extent like a continent, lay stretched out before me. Cities, towns and villages, appeared on every side; and every thing betokened the residence of an enterprising, a peaceful, and a happy people. In the midst of this delightful country, towered a mighty tree. Its lofty branches gently waved Having sufficiently gratified curiosity,I wan- in the breeze, and various groups were reposing dered a little distance from my companions, beneath its shade. Now and then parties apand seating myself, surveyed the scene before proached, who seemed to have come from forme with less intense, but chastened delight.-eign climes; and by their emaciated forms, to My thoughts insensibly wandered back to oth- have been reduced to a state of extreme want er times; and imagination presented the pic- and suffering. They were cordially received

"England, with all thy faults, I love thee still," said a British Poet. Without faults, I love thee, my country, I almost exclaimed, in the enthusiasm of the moment.

by those who were enjoying the luxury of the shade, and welcomed to a participation of their happiness. At length an Indian came up, clad in his war blanket and savage dress, and having in one hand a bow and arrow, in the other, a scalping knife and tomahawk.Then approached a white man, with a whip in his hand, and leading by a chain an African slave. The hands of the slave were fettered, and the manacles upon his legs made his steps slow and painful. When they had thus met at the foot of the tree, the white man proceeded to knock off the fetters of the slave. He then assisted the Indian in disrobing himself of his savage dress, and putting on the garments of civilization. In exchange for his bow and arrow, he now presented him an implement of husbandry; and the three then united in burying, at the foot of the tree, the toma hawk and scalping knife of the Indian, the whip of the white man, and the fetters of the slave. They then sat down to partake of the fruit of the tree, beneath whose branches they had met. I was so delighted with this exhibition of friendly feeling and good will that I awoke, and-behold, it was a dream. M.

VARIETY.

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WHIMSICAL INTERRUPTION.-When Dr. Bradon was rector of Eltham, in Kent, the text he one day took to preach from, was, Who art thou?' After reading the text, he made (as was his custom) a pause, for the congregation to reflect upon the words, when a gentleman in a military dress who was marching very sedately up the middle aisle of the church,supposing it to be a question addressed to him, to the surprise of all present, replied, 'I am, sir, an officer of here; and having brought my wife and family the seventeenth foot, on a recruiting party with me, I wish to be acquainted with the neighbouring clergy and gentry.'

AMERICAN TITLES.-A man was elected to heard of the fact at supper, and after they had the captaincy of a troop in Ohio. His children got to bed were talking about it. Said one of them "Well but our Josh, I say though, aint we all capun's now!" On hearing this, the mother who lay in a bed close to the boys, called out-"No you fool; only your father an' me's capun's."

A citizen dying greatly in debt, "Farewell," said one of his creditors, "there is so much of mine gone with him." "And be carried so ing them make their several complaints, said, much of mine," said another. A person hear"Well, I see now, that tho' a man carry nothing of his own out of the world, yet he may carry a great deal of other men's."

LAW.

CURIOSITY. If we ever doubted the fact, that the spirit of curiosity operates powerfully, though diversely, upon all the men and all the women that inhabit the upper crust of this eviscerated globe, we were last evening perfectly confirmed in our present conclusion. A fellow in a brown thread-bare surtout, cowhide brogues, and trowsers home-made of two blue yarns here, opposed to two black ones there, with a visage struggling between wonderment and dirt,surmounted by a chapeau that had been felt and flapped for many a season, strolled into the office, and very deliberately engrossed our only supernumerary chair-a very genteel companion forsooth, and a worthy! There he sat, with all the orifices and emunctories that emptied themselves or claimed outlets upon the surface of his noddle, open, wide open, gaping, staring, hearkening, and making wry efforts to think. For the space of A GROWN GENTLEMAN.-A very precise, an hour he spoke not. There he sat and star- well-dressed young man presented himself beed-like the everlasting rat in the mansion of fore the magistrates, saying he had a very great Lord Fitzgallyhogmagaul. Now and then the desire to punish a Mr. Bradbury for extortion, busy type-setters would exchange shrewd grim-abuse, and assault, and he would be particuaces and winks clandestine. Still the visitor sat and stared. We thought of Blackwood, and all his nightmare themes. The man was perfectly sober, and perfectly at home-he appeared to voluptuate in his own amazement. His countenance bespoke a variety of clumsy raptures and terrific enjoyments oddly mixed Firstly, that Mr. Bradbury lives in the together; but his tongue lay motionless upon Strand, and is famous for teaching grown genhis neither grinders, while he sat, and stared, tlemen to write a fine free hand in six lessons. and seemed to ruminate. The pause was aw- for the trifling sum of one guinea, though they ful-'twas past all endurance-the fidgets might previously be only capable of scrawling were fast taking hold of fingers that rattled a'pot-hooks and links.'-Secondly, that the apmong the types, and a sudden fit of crampplicant being in this unfortunate predicament, crooked our very quill. At length the strang-applied to Mr. Bradbury for his assistance.—

larly obliged to his worship if he would assist him in so doing.

His worship desired him to describe the nature of his complaint more minutely; whereupon the gentleman went into a long and rather melancholy story, from which it appeared

Chief Justice Marshall was born in Fauquier County, Virginia, September 24, 1755, and was the eldest of a family of fifteen children. His father was a planter, of small property, and a limited education, though of superior

Thirdly, that Mr. Bradbury undertook to make || and virtue, there is no office beyond the reach him a ready writer for the sum of one guinea; of his honorable ambition.' and also to teach him how to make a pen, without any additional charge.--Fourthly, that he went through his six lessons in writing, when Mr. Bradbury demanded his guinea.Filthly, that he gave Mr. Bradbury a sovereign and a half-crown, desiring him to take his guinea therefrom.--Sixthly, that Mr. Bradbury instead of returning him one shilling and sixpence, returned him a sixpence only, stating he retained the extra shilling for stationary; this was the extortion' he complained of.Seventhly, that he remonstrated with Mr. Bradbury on this stationary charge; and

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natural endowments. The son labored under great disadvantages in regard to his early education. In 1775 he embarked in the American cause, when the revolutionary war broke out, and in 1777 was promoted to the rank of Captain in the continental army; and was enaged in many battles, particularly those of Brandywine, Germantown, and Monmouth. In 1780, the part of the army to which he was attached, was dissolved, and he attended a course of law lectures, and obtained license to practise law. The next year he resigned his military commission, and carried into retirement the friendship and esteem of his fellowofficers. In 1783, he was married to Miss Ambler, a daughter of the Treasurer of Virginia. He was several times elected a member of the State Legislature, and was instrumental in as

moreover complained to him that he had not sufficiently instructed him in the art of making a good pen.-Eighthly, that Mr. Bradbury replied he would teach him no more, for he had not conducted himself like a gentleman. Ninthly, that he told Mr. Bradbury he should summon him before the Lord Mayor. Tenthly, that Mr. Bradbury replied, that he cared no more for the Lord Mayor or the Lord Horse either, than he did for him;-this was the 'abuse' he complained of.-Eleventhly, that, on his attempting to remonstrate farther, Mr.sembling the Convention in Philadelphia to Bradbury got up from his desk, clenched his fist, and told him if he did not walk off quietly, he would bundle him down stairs ;'-this was the assault' he complained of; and having stated all this, he respectfully submitted

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that he had made out his case.

prepare a Constitution of Government for the Union and subsequently, in connexion with Pendleton, Randolph, and Madison, he succeeded, in opposition to Patrick Henry, in obtaining the assent of Virginia to the adoption

of that Constitution. In 1796 he was invited to accept the office of Attorney General of the "And pray, Sir," asked the magistrate, "did United States, but declined it; and soon after he, in effect, bundle' you down stairs?" "No, declined the appointment of Minister to France. Sir," replied the gentleman, "but I think he But the following year, he was induced to acwould if I had not walked away very rapidly." cept the appointment of Envoy, jointly with "Then, Sir, I am sorry I cannot accommodate Messrs Pinckney and Gerry, to the French you by interfering," rejoined his worship;"if you had undergone the bundling operation, Republic. He returned home in 1798, and soon after, at the solicitation of Gen. Washsomething might have been done, perhaps; ington, became a candidate for Congress, and but as it is, I don't see that you have any rewas elected. In 1800 he was appointed Secdress for your manifold grievances, except you retary of War; and shortly after, on the rupsue him in the Court of Conscience for the reture between President Adams and Col. Pickcovery of the shilling's-worth of stationary;ering, he was appointed Secretary of State. and the issue of that measure, would, in my opinion, be very doubtful."

The gentleman looked at his worship, then at his own hat, then at his worship again, and then he slowly withdrew; seemingly quite at a loss what to make of the matter.

Mornings at Bow-street.

BIOGRAPHICAL.

CHIEF JUSTICE MARSHALL. From the last January number of the North American Review, we select the following

In January, 1801, he was appointed Chief Justice of the United States, and has ever since held that office, performing its duties with increasing reputation and unsullied dignity. Although in the seventy-third year of his age, his intellectual powers are unimpaired, and his robust constitution yet seems fresh and firm in a green old age.

Married,

In this town, by the Rev. Mr. Miller, Mr. Henry Parker, of Millbury, to Miss Matilda, daughter of Dea. Moses Perry.

In Greenwich, by the Rev. Mr. Bladgett, Mr. Gardner Hunt, Jr. of New Salem, to Miss

Died,

outline of the life of this distinguished man, Betsey, daughter of Dr. J.Cobb, of Greenwich. which, imperfect as it is, illustrates the correctness of an eloquent remark, that under our form of government, the poor man, while he rocks his infant on his knees, may justly indulge the consolation, that if he possess talents

In Pinckneyville, (Mi.) March 20th John M. son of James Wilson, Jr. Esq. in the second year of his age.

THE TALISMAN.

WORCESTER, SATURDAY, MAY 3, 1828. Newspapers have so increased in our Country, that he must be fastidious indeed, who is not able to supply every demand of his taste. Every department of science, literature, politics and religion has its journals, and in the gayer works of life, those of amusement and intellectual entertainment, are to be found many periodicals of great merit. Our exchange list has already become pretty extensive, and our acknowledgements are due to too many to mention them all particularly.

We cannot however pass by the "Bower of Taste," by Mrs. Ware, without noticing it, as it deserves. It is published every Saturday by S. G. Andrews at $2,50 per annum. The reputation of the Editress would be enough of itself to recommend it to patronage, even if its intrinsic merits did not entitle it to favor. It is a Bower where many a flower blooms, and many a rich cluster tempts and gratifies the taste.

We are glad to see the character which similar publications are assuming. They seem to evince to the world, that tho' of a more delicate structure, woman is in fact a rational being, and has intellectual powers to be cultivated and refined by the ordinary means of communication and instruction. The time has been when a Lady's Magazine, like most ladies Albums, was the most silly thing imaginable. Their editors seemed to imagine that, in order to win favor, they must treat their readers like Sultanas of the East,and feed them with sweet meats, and lull them to sleep on a couch of roses by the dulcet notes of music, or please the eye with a painted bauble. The ill success of such publications, and the success and reputation of that of Mrs. Ware, and of the Ladies' Magazine in Boston among others, show how mistaken were such estimates of female character.

The desideratum which was supplied by those and similar publications, furnished to every age, sex and condition its appropriate vehicle of information and amusement, except that odd unassimilating class of beings-the Bachelors, who seem to stand like the lookers on at a country ball, wondering and envying, while happy faces and light hearts are dancing before them. And now even they are no longer

destitute.

We have received the first num

of the Bachelors Journal, a weekly paper printed by a singular kind of coincidence, at the very office of the "Bower of Taste." It is a neat well printed sheet, and contains much original matter. We wish it great success but are apprehensive that it must soon be as harmless as a cannon without ammunition, or a camp equipage without an army-Desertion will we doubt not steal away its ranks, and their arch enemy, Cupid, will soon march into its dismantled works with flying clolors.

SUMMARY.

Russia has declared war against Turkey, and we may expect much hard fighting, and a good supply of news for the Papers. Russel Jarvis recently committed a disgraceful outrage upon the private Secretary of the President, in the Capitol. The President has sent a message, and Col. Jarvis has written a letter to Congress on the subject. Congress had better meet like the old Polish Diets, armed; for as things go on there, they will need their arms soon. Gen. Macomb has been appointed Major General of the U. S. Army, in place of the late Gen. Brown, deceased. The Tariff bill has passed the House of Representatives, by a vote of 105 to 94. It is said, the Senate will pass it in its present form. An attempt to limit the session of Congress to the 19th of May, was not sustained, but the constitutional limits, viz: the 4th of March, 1829, must end their discussions. A family of eight persons in Dutchess County, N. Y. arose one day last week, all in a state of mental derangement. A black man who has turned white, is exhibiting in Charleston, S. C. as an object of curious speculation for naturalists and medical men.

A most distressing accident occurred on Wednesday last, at the laying of the corner stone of a Methodist Church in North Bennet street, Boston. A floor had been laid over the cellar, and during the services, a brick pillar, which supported a part of it, gave way, and precipitated about two hundred people, who were upon it, into the cellar: this was fifteen feet deep. Twenty or twenty-five persons were very badly injured, and some of them, it is feared, mortally. Fifty or sixty were slightly injured.-Some had one, and several both legs broken, and the death of one woman and child are already reported.

ORIGINAL POETRY.

COMMUNICATED FOR THE TALISMAN.

TO A SPRING FLOWER. Whence dost thou come?-It was but yesterday, And the brown field was clad in cheerless gloom;

And winter lingering hush'd the jocund lay
Of early birds;--and flowers forgot to bloom,
But now 'tis changed,-beauty is in the vale,
And Meadows smile in their grown drapery,
The robin's note is heard, the balmy gale
Bursts the swoln buds on every forest tree.
And yet, what magic touch has wrought this
change!

The frost that sear'd thy leaves, and dimm'd

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That freezes life, yields not to spring again.-

-I saw her droop, and like a lovely flower Nipp'd by untimely frost, she sunk to rest, And mid December's suows, when tempests lower,

They heap'd the clods above her infant breast.
And spring came back, and o'er her little grave
The breeze of evening sighed,and the wild bird
Did carol o'er it, and the grass did wave
In rich luxuriance--but 'twas all unheard,
The flower I loved to tend-it came no more,
And years have spread oblivion, where 'twas laid
Yet shall it bloom upon a happier shore,
Where an immortal Spring shall never fade.

X.

FROM THE LONDON "WORLD."

THE DYING BLIND BOY TO HIS MOTHER.

Mother, I am dying now,

Death's cold damps are on my brow!
Leave me not-each pang grows stronger,
Patient watch a little longer.
Sweet it is your voice to hear,

Though dull and heavy grows mine ear:
Wait and take my last adieu,
Never mother lov'd like you!
Though your form I ne'er might see,
Your image was not hid from me-
Stamp'd on my adoring mind,
Beautiful but undefined;
Ever fair, and ever bright,
That vision fill'd me with delight.
Well I knew, what'er might be,

Those oft prais'd forms I could not see;
Might I all their beauty view,
None of them would rival you.

Life to me was sweet and dear,

While I liv'd thy tales to hear,
Told by you on wintry hearth,
All to make your blind boy mirth;
And I lov'd my voice to join
In chorus of those hymns divine,
By which you fondly taught your boy
To look to heaven with hope and joy.
Sun or moon I could not see,
But love measured time for me:
When your kiss my slumber broke,
Then I knew the morn had woke :
And when came the hour to pray,
Then I knew 'twas close of day;
When I heard the loud winds blow,
And I felt the warm fire glow,
Then I knew twas winter wild,
And kept at home-your helpless child!
When the air grew mild and soft,
And the gay lark sang aloft;
And I heard the streamlet flowing,
And I smelt the wild flower blowing,
And the bee did round me hum,
Then I knew the spring was come.
Forth I wandered with delight,
And I knew when days were bright,
When I climb'd the green hill's side,
Fancy trac'd the prospect wide;
And 'twas pleasant when I press'd
The warm and downy turf to rest.
Now I never more shall roam,
The many paths around my home:
And you will often look in vain,
Nor hail your wanderer o'er again;
Never more on tiptoe creep,
Where he lay as if asleep;

Or with a low and plaintive moan,
Humming to himself alone,

On a bed of wild flowers stretch'd,
Starting when a kiss you snatch'd,
Till nature whisper'd 'twas my mother,
And affection gave another!
But 'tis sweeter thus to die,
With my tender mother by,
Than to be in life alone,

When she and every friend were gone.
Mourn not o'er me broken hearted,
Not for long shall we be parted,
Soon in vales which ever bloom,
Which unfading flowers perfume,
In realms of life, of light and joy,
You will meet your poor blind boy!

Men of genius make the most ductile husbands; a fool has too much opinion of his dear self, and too little of woman, to be easily governed.

WORCESTER TALISMAN.

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