Semi-weekly standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1853-18??, 1853-10-19

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ELooUEsT TRIBUTE TO New HAlPsHfRE SCENERY
AND New HAMPsHIRE MEN. The subjoined glowing
paragraphs this subject form the conclusion OF aa
i eloquent address delivered by the Hon Edward Ey-
erett, before the New Hampshire State AT1cuitural
Society
And then, Sir, for natural beauty. have been
something of traveller in our own country-though
far less than could wish-and in Europe have seen
all that is most attractive, from the highlands OF
Scotland to the golden horn of Constantnople, from
the SUBMITS of the northern mountains OF Germany
to the valleys of Provence; but my eye has yet to
rest lovelier than that which last summer
greeted my eyes as / sailed up from w lers Landing
to Centre Harbor. And have yet to behold subj
ner spectacle than that which is disclosed from Mount
Washington, when some clear, cool summers
morning at SUNRISE the cloud-curtain IS drawn up
from Natures grand prosenum, and all that scene OF
wildness and beauty starts upon the eye, the bare
granite tops of the surrounding heghts-tne pre-
cipitous gorges thousand fathoms deep, which foot
of man or ray of light never entered-the sombre
matted forest-the moss-clad rocky wall, weeping
with crystal springs-the winding streams cleaning
lakes and peaceful villages below-and IN the DIM
misty distance beyond the lower hills, faint gmpses
of the sacred bosom of the eternal Deep ever heaV
ing with the consciousness of its own mmenslty-
all mingled in one indescribable panorama by the
hand of the Divine Artist
And can speak of her historical legends-of her
industrial rcsources-of her natura! beauties-of
New Hampshire, parent not OF fruits only but OF
men-without remembering the great and good VINO
adorn her annas-her immortal Stark who cheeled
the heart of the nation at the lowest ebb of despon-
dency and led the way at Bennington to the trumphs
of Saratoga-your Sullivan, your Door, your Scam
mel, your Dearborn, your McCleary, your Plerce-
who, from Bunker Hill to Yorktown, heard every
peal of the trumpet, and breasted every storm OF
war; the long line of your civlians-your Bartlctts,
your Whpplcs, your Thurstons, your Langdons,
your Gilmans, your Smiths your Masons, your
Woodburys; your men of letters and dlvlnes-your
Wheelocks, your Belknaps, your Buckminsters, your
Abbotts? How especially, can l forget hlm whose
deccase not yet twelvemonth ago filled the whole
land with sorrow, while, in the sublime language o.
your fellow-citizen, the President OF the United
States the great heart of the nation beat heavily
at the portals of his tomb" He was the offspring
of your SOIL he and his father His infancy was era
died in the hardships of your frontier settlements
he was taught and trained in your schools and your
college. You sent him forth in the panopy OF his
youthful strength to the service Of his country; and
after the labors and conflicts Of life, you rose up as
one man to welcome him, when but two years ago
on this anniversary he back, melting with
tenderness and veneraton, to revisit his native |
State"
IMMORTALITY. If we wholly perish with the body, |
what an imposture is this whole system OF laws, !
manners and usages on which human society is foun-
dcd If we wholly perish with the body, these |
axims of charity patience justice, honor, graft
tude and friendship which sages have taught ana
good men have practiced, what are they but empty
words possessing no real binding efficacy! Why
should we heed them, if in this life only we have
hope? Speak not of duty. What can We owe to the
dead the living to ourselves if all are, or will be,
nothing? Who shall dictate our duty, If not our
own pleasures, if not our own passions? Speak not
of morality. 1t is mere chimcra, bugbear OF hu-
man invention, if retribution terminate with the
grave
If we must wholly perish, what to are the sweet
ties of kindred ?-what the tender names of parent
child sister, brother husband, wife or friend? The
characters of drama not more Elusive. have
no ancestors, Observation-Disclosures succession can
not be predicted of nothngnesS. Would we honor
The illustrous dead? How absurd to honor that
h;cb hoSO w thought
or postcrity? How frivolous to concern ourselves
or those whose end like our own, must soon be an
Have we made promise! How can II
bind nothing to nothing? Perjury is but jest
The last injunctions of the dying-what sanctlty
AVE they more than the last sound of chord that
S snapped or an instrument that is broken?
To sum up all If must wholly perish, then is
obedience to the laws but insonsate servitude;
'ulers and magistrates arc but the phantoms which
popular imbecility has raised up; justice IS but an
infringement upon the liberty OF men
an imposition, usurpation; the law OF marriage
8 a vain scruple; modesty prejudice; honor and
,robity such stuff dreams made OF and In
estS murderers, PARTICLES, the most heartess cru
tes and the blacklist crimes, are but the legitimate
ports of man irresponsible nature; while the harsh
pithets attached to them merely such as the pol
cy of legislators has invented and imposed on the
redulity of the people
Here is the issue to which the vaunted philosophy
# unbehevers must inevitably lead! Here Is that
ocal felicity, that sway of reason, that emanclpa-
ion of error of which they etcrnaly pirate, as the
rult OF their doctrines! Accept Ineu lHaAllS, anu
he whole world falls back into the most tr1ghttul
haos; and all the relations of life confounded;
md ali ideas of vice and virtue reversed; and
he most invoIabe laws of society vanish; and all
moral discipline pershes; and the government OF
states and nations has longer any cement to up
lod it and all the harmony of the body polite be-
comes discord; and the human race isno more than
N assemblage of reckless barbarians, shameless,
brutal, denaturalizcd with no other
heck than passion other bond than irreligion no
,ther God than self! Such would be the world which
npiety would make. Such would be this world, |
we're a belief in God and Immortality to die out Of
he human heart. NdSs1tt0n.
An ANCIENT PAPER MILL. The old paper mill,
avs the West Chester Register, in which the paper
vas manufactured used by Benjamin Franklin in the
printing office, is still in operation on Chester Creek,
Delaware county, and owned by Mr.. Wilcox, the son
# the gentleman who held it during the lifetime of
franklin. The paper at that time and is still
by hand. Scarcely any change has
,een made in the mill, and the process of ma
ing rags into paper is in operation to-day was
ollowed some hundred and fifty years ago. the mill
laving been erected in the year 1713. Ivy Mills, l
lluded to above has long been exclusively devoted
O the manufacture of bank note and map paper, of
curse by hand. The paper for the notes of the old
United States Bank, of which much said at the
ime was made az this establishment The paper 6
vas made of the best Russian linen, and Bandana
were SHREDDED and mixed with the pulp
produce red streak, then for the first time adop
ed in bank note paper.