Vandalia Whig and Illinois intelligencer. [volume] (Vandalia, Ill.) 1832-183?, 1833-08-21


attaining all knowledge. Il will de6n,
truth, SIR said he, show the relation be
tween truth and knowledge, and between
knowledge and belief, and so 90 on to al
I that mans mind has elaborated, that it
this one work every thing shall be stated
not separately, but in such connections
and so illustrated that we shall need nc
Libraries, and no encyclopedias Mr.
Stone was fifty, probably, and had advan
ced three words towards accomplishing
this small work. He had moreover sys
tenn of laws on the stocks; and plan o
society which should dispense with al
professions. His idea was to educate ev
cry child in law, medicine, and boxing
the lrest was mere luxury. He was Il
man of considerable reading, and untir
ing industry; IN his pocket he carried his
ink horn, pen, and notebook, and not an
idle moment chequered his existence
from mental, he went to bodily exercise;
from bodily he went back to mental and
Iif the chance offered. would crack an ar.
gument with great relish.
| was in my berth the whole passage,
sick as any could wish his worst foe, with
now and then lucid interval Of half an
hour: on these occasions the reformer us
ed to fasteD upon me with infinite satisfac-
ton; and he gave me an insight into one
OF the strangest minds had ever wTest-
led with.
The handspring of his hetorodo1 no
lions was, not bad feeling or insanity,
either Of head or heart, but simple vani-
ty; and this is the case, believe with nine
out of ten of s1ch men; they are too con
ceited too see an error, into which concert
perhaps first led them, aud die in their I'M
belief. But he had more common quail
ties than vanity; he had mixture OF
good and bad principle, of wisdom and
folly, of clearness and confusedness, that
| never saw equalled. AS | lay in my
state room, used to hear him at times
rubbing up the Canadian.
pray said he to him one day, spray
Mr.. Bibb, who do you think wrote the
new testament Mr.. Bib, totally unsus-
picious of any trick, aud too much of Il
merchant to appear ignorant, answered
promptly, :Doubtless, sir, it was Peter
And did Peter, think you, Mr.. Bib,
write Paul's epistles?' The Canadian
Was dumb-foundered; but feeling himself
in a marsh, be concluded it best not to 60
too deep; and SO opening his mouth, very
much as "A clam opens his shell when the
tide is coming in, he sent forth a long-spun
'why-y-y, to cover his retreat, and oh
served, by the by, he thought Paul did
live about that time. Sand pray. sir. SAID
the apothecary, was il Paul or Peter.
that wrote ST. Johns gospel? Mr.. Bibb
was quiet man and coward, but like
many four-legged towards, force him into
a corner, and he would fight with the en-
ergy of despair; in such a corner he was
at present, and turning upon his persecu-
tor, with boldness little expected by the
man of salts, he said calmly, You speak
Of the new testament, Mr.. Stone. St.
Johns gospel is not in that work. This
was poser; there was no argument left
to Mr.. Stone, but to produce the book; but
not testament was to be found; the cap
tain was asleep; was SO too, in appear
ance at least, and Mr.. Bib triumphed.
His opponent took the only revenge in his
power, he entered the Canadian in his
notebook, and went on deck to jump rope.
Thirty days on ones back is no Joke ;
at least TO man whose bones are promi-
ncnt; my shoulder-blades had cut thro'
The sacking before we had been out fort
night. At last we entered the channel :;
the sea was smooth, and as stood or deck
and eat Newtown pippins and watched
the gulls, felt really heavenly; and when
dinner came, and the roast turkey and
cranberry, it was tenfold Elysium. We
passed the 5lue heights of Dungarven.
the green shores of Wexford; the Mxen-
head, and the Wicklow-head; in due time
doubled the Holy-head isle, and with the
Welsh mountains on our right, the heav-
ing sea on our left, and thousand small
fry all about US, before snorting breeze
we sped on to Liverpool, the American
city of Old England. M.
THE MIGHTY SLAIN. How the mighty
hare fallen. Go to the grave of Martin of
Mary land, who thirty years ago, stood at the
head of the American bar; but who died
sot. Go to the Senate of the United States.
and witness that vacant chair, out Of which
a Senator tumbled into drunkard's grave
Witness the end of Mrabeau, of Savage, Of
Sheridan, of Burns of Byron and of more