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The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1854-09-20
"He's Nothing but a Farmer. /"

Said little Miss few evenings since,
in ballroom, as she scornfully curled her
pretty lip, on being introduced to fine,
generous, open-hearted young fellow, whose
broad and expansive forehead was the SYM
Dol of his broad acres, He's nothing but a
farmer" And who was she that looked
thus disdainfully on one of Gods noblemen!
She was the daughter of broken merchant,
whose fortune had been ruined by the ex-
travagance of wife and foolishly proud
daughter. Though her fathers heart had
been wrung by misfortune--and he had the
penalty of extravaganza by incarceration in
the home prepared for criminals-his daugh-
ter had not yet learnedthe difference, between
pride and worth-extravagance and worth.
The noblemen who eat the bread of indus
try, and looked every man in the face, with
an independence which said, 81 owe you
nothing" was in her estimation "only far
inert" ........ ....t...s .a,.,......
Did those upstart fools, who are charac.
terized as "cod-fsh aristocracy"-having
moro smelt substance--never read, even
their bibles. they would find that God him
self has selected his prophets, and kings
from among farmers. Noah was husband
man, and planted a vineyard was
rich in cattle, and Lot had focks and heards
-insomuch that there were not pasture
enough for both, and they divided the coun-
try, Lot selecting the plains of Jordan, and
Abraham taking the billy country of Cana
an. ..".t
Jacob was great cattle-grower, as he
presented Esau with five hundred head of
cattle. Moses was a wool grower-and
Gideon was taken from his threshing floor.
Saul was heardsmsu, even after he was
king. David was shepherd and was ia
ken from that occupation to be king of Is
real, and the notwithstanding to the
flesh of the Messiah Uzziah was cattle
grower. Elisha was blowing with twelve
yoke of oxen (probably breaking up prai-
res or turning up, sod soiD when Eliza cast
his mantle on him, q prophet. t., aa.. -,
And yet, though God had honored the
husbandman-selected his kings and proph-
cts from among the farmers, and even car
ried on agriculture on small scale, him
self-(having, "planted garden eastward of
Eden')-the fry, Goldfish aristocracy, turn
up their noses, that were never wiped with
ga paid for pocket handkerchief and cry
out, "Oh, he's nothing but a farmer!'- Ohio
Farmer. .H t "''fA 't''-'-t ''.@
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A Stricken City. 3,


Savannah, Georgia, is stricken, deserted
city. The yellow fever and high state of
bilious fever are carrying death before them,
at fearful rate. The same relative pro-
portion Of deaths in the city Of New York
would be ten or twelve hundred per day.
Not only are ninety-six Of the principal bus
mess houses shut UP, but one-half of the
board-houses are closed, together with the
Pulaski House, the largest hotel in the city,
and their proprietors taken to flight. The
Marshall House, another large hotel, is al
SO, it is stated about to close. Business
throughout the city is almost entirely sus-
pended. zaa 'ogsrat, Eptga0 et'E"s
letter says, sh1aa, ae' hsea9,1a2
The city is salmost deserted every one who
could leave has gone.' Five of the physi.
clans, with their families, have left town.
Two are sick with the yellow fever. Miss
- inquired what was for dinner, and wa,
dead at three O'Clock, and buried at five.-
Mrs. Bsis dying with the yellow fevers ant
since she was attacked her husband ;is taEer
Fis dead and buried, and she knowsInothhgt
it. q DR.. -A--'s mother died. on the l9th
zone child was taken yesterday morning, ant
another in the eveninggu* y ss* - TheJ
are sick all around me. 1t is aattackin,
all classes but the blacks+rthey never have
the regular yellow, fever. Every person il
] panic-striken. I aicken when / think Of it
Galveston, toe, is food for the pestilence
and horror sits upon every face. A lette
from there, dated on the 24th ult.s says:za
i ,"All- business is at . stand; nothingibu
rhearses, are seen.n Doctors, buggies an,
people are hurrying along in the creates
CONSERVATION. This state of affairs, the.
tell me, is unprecedented, for never befor
has the fever prevailed to thisextentin Gal
weston, but it,only takes the, place Of tn
lcholeta. whichthey say cannot exist here.
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Warming from Henry Clay.

Henry Clay said, in 1929, and it applies
with ten fold force at the present time:
"The abolitionists, let me suppose, sue
coed in their present aim Of uniting the in
habitants of the free States as one man
against the slave States. Union on the one
side would beget union on the other.
And this process of reciprocal consolida-
ton will be attended with all the violent
prejudices, embittered passions, and impla-
cable animositities which ever degraded or
deformed human nature. A mutual. dsso.
luton of the Union will have taken place
while the form of its existence remains
The most valuable element of union, mutua
kindness; the feelings Of sympathy, the fra.
ternal bonds, which now unite US, will have
been extinguished. One section will stant
in menacing and hostile array against III,
other. The collision Of opinion will b.
quickly followed by the clash Of arms.
will not attempt to describe scenes which
now happily lie concealed from our view
Abolitionists themselves would shrink bach
in dismay and horror at the contemplation o.
desolated fields, confagrated cities, murder
ed inhbaitants, and the overthrow of the fair
est fabric of human government that eve,
rose to animate the hopes Of civilized man
Nor should those abolitionists fatter them
selves that if they can succeed in their OBJ
ject Of uniting the people Of the free States
they will enter the contest with numerica
superiority that must insure victory.
call history and experience proves th,
hazard and uncertainty of War. And W,
are admonished by Holy Writ that the rae
islnct to the swift, nor the battle to tn
strong. & But if they were to conquer!
foreign foe--one who had inpulted our dag
invaded cur shores, and laid our country
waste! No, sir, no sir It would be q con
quest without laurels, without gloryisa self
a suicidal conquest; aeonquest Of brothers
cachieyedby uncover another portion ofths de-
scendants snf onecemmon ancestors, who
nobly pledging their lives. their fortunes ant
thsirsacred honor, had fought and bled side
| by side In many 4 hard battle On land enc
ocean, severed our couatry from the Blilist
l,crovn and established, our national inde:
Psnoencs' s -. sab ssaIE
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sStlisfflla;;Iri,ttt.pItrtras;.. I .Itta; !.
The Broken-Hearted.

About two years ago, took up my resi-
dence for few weeks in q country village,
in the eastern part Of New England. Soon
after my arrival, became acquainted with
a young lady, apparently about seventeen
years of age. She had lost the idol Of her
hearts purest love, and the shadows of deep
and holy memories were resting like the
wing Of death upon her brow. gH- 4
l first met her in the presence Of the mirth-
full. She was, indeed, creature to be ad-
mired; her brow was garlanded by the young
years sweetest flowers, and her sunny tres
ses were hanging beautifully and low upon
her bosom; and she moved through the
crowd with such floating, unearthly grace,
that the bewildered gazer looked almost to
see her fade away into the air, like the crea-
ton of pleasant dream. She seemed cheer
ful and even gay; yet saw that her gaiety
was but mockery Of her feelings. She smil-
ed, but there was something in her smile
which told me that it's mournful beauty was
but the bright reflection of tear; and her
eyelids at times passed heavily down, as if
struggling to repress the tide of agony that
was bursting up from her hearts secret urn.
She looked as if she could have left the
scene Of festivity, and gone out beneath the
quiet stars, and laid her forehead down up
on the fresh, green earth, and poured out
her stricken soul gush after gush, till it
mingled with the eternal fountain of purity
and life. e .r.
l have lately heard that the young lady of
whom l have spoken, is dead The close of
her life was calm as the falling of quiet
stream; gentle as the sinking of the breeze,
that fingers for time round bed of with
cred roses, and then dies for very sweet
ness.
1t cannot be that earth is mans only abb
ding place. 1t cannot be that our life is a
bubble, cast up by the ocean of eternity to
float moment upon its surface, and then
sink into nothngness and darkness forever.
Else, why is it that the high and glorious
aspirations which leap like angels from the
temple Of our hearts, are forever wandering
abroad. unsatisfed! Why is it that the rain
bow and the cloud come over us with beau
ty that is not of earth, and then pass off and
leave us to muse on their faded loveliness!
Why is it that the stars, which hold their
festivals around the midnight throne, are set
above the grasp of OUR limited faculties, and
forever mocking us with their unapproaeha-
BILE glory! And, finally, why is it that bright
forms of human beauty are presented to the
view, and then taken from us, leaving the
thousand streams of the affections, to flow
back in Alpine torrent upon our hearts?
We are born for a higher destiny than that
of earth. There is realm where the rain
bow never fades; where the stars will be
spread out before us like the islands that
sumber on the ocean; and where the beau
tiful beings that here pass before US like vis-
ions, will stay in our presence forever.-G-
d. Prentice.. 'as ,"'&
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In digging out the ruins of Pompeii, every
turn Of the spade brings up some relic of the
ancient life, some witness of imperial lux
ury; for far the greater part of the relics
have merely curious interest; they belong
to archaeology, and find appropriate resting
places in historical museums.
But there are some exceptions. Here,
for instance, the excavator drops an unin-
vited guest upon banquet; there he unex-
pectedly obtrudes himself into tomb. In
one place he finds miser covering on his
heap; another shows him bones of dancing
girls, and broken instruments of music lying
on the marble floor, in the midst of the
paint ed chambers, baths, halls, columns,
fountains. Among the splendid evidences
of material wealth, he sometimes stumbles
on simple incident, touching human story
such as strikes the Imagination, and sug-
gests the mournful interest of the great dis
aster, as the sudden sight of wounded sol
dir conjures up the horrors of field of bat
tie. '4a FtfI atH 4o4igtaa rqs
Such to our mind is the latest discovery Of
the excavators in this melancholy field. 1t ia
q group Of skeletons in the act of flight, &C.
companied bya dog. There are three hu
man beings, one Of them young girl, with
gold rings and jewels still on her fingers
The fugitives had bag of gold and silver
with them, snatched up, no doubt, in haste
and darkess. But the fiery food was er
their track, and vain their wealth, their tligh
the age Of one, the youth Of the other
The burning lava rolled above them and be
yond, and the faithful dog turned back t.
share the fortunes Of his mistress, dying a
her feet.
Seen by the light Of such an incident, how
vividly that night of horrors looms upon tn,
senses!5 Does not the imagination pictur,
the little gtoup in their own house, by tn,
side of thsir evening fountain, languidl,
chattering over the days events, and th'
unusual heat! Does it not hear with then
the troubled swellof the waters in the bay
Esee, as they do, how the, night comes dowl
in sudden strangeness, how the sky open
overhead, and flames break out, while cora
sand and molten rocksc came pouring down
What movements, what emotions, what sur
Prisei The scene grows darker every in
/ stant: the hoilou,y naonctnn,,s ,s A., k., 4;
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No Sabbath.

.r a.
In a"Prize Essay on the Sabbath" writ
ten by a journeyman printer, in Scotland,
there occurs the following passage:
- "Yoke-fellow! think how the abstraction
of the Sabbath would hopelessly cnslave the
working classes with whom we are identi-
fed. Think of labor thus going on in one
monotonous and continuous eternal cycle
limbs forever on the rack, the fingers for
ever playing, the eye-balls forever straining,
the brow forever sweating, the feet forever
plodding, the brain forever ,hrobbing, the
shoulders forever dropping, the loins forever
aching, and the restless mind forever schem-
ing 2aa@ aap Y bas 20 .
BE- "Think of the beauty it would efface; oi
the merry-heartedness itwould extinguish;
Of the giant strength that it would tame; OF
the resources of nature that it would exhaust,
of the aspirations it would crush; of the
sickness it would breed; of the projects il
would wreck; of the 'groahs it would extort
of the lives it would immediate, and of the
cheerless graves it would prematurely dig
See them toiling and moiling. sweating ant
,fretting, grinding and hsWing, weaving ant
spinning, sowing and gathering, moving
and reapingyrazing and building, digging ant
planting, unloading and distoring, striving an'
strugglng-4in the field, in the granery ant
in the barn, in the factory and in the mill
in the warehouse and in the ditch, on tn
roadside and in the wood, in the city, in tn
country, on the earth, in days ofbrightnes
and Of gloom. What a sad picture woul
the world present il we had no Sabbath"
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By ELIZA BIsBRE.


"a convict in the Ohio renitentiary, died
Of Consumption" u eai ssa I'd cg- -a3g
What gloom must have settled around
his death-bed. The sun Of life and light had
set, and the last faint ray Of hope faded from
the armament Of his soul, and the moon
light Of love was excluded from his heart BY
clouds of black despair; and all was dark,
dark night, without one ray of light this side
tho tomb. .4 EE ..- -E
Let consumption seek it's victims among
the loved, the honored and the BILE st of earth,
surrounded by wealth or fame, and o, tits
hard to part--death is an unbidden and un-
welcome guest. But to the inmates of a
prison, though life hath no charms for him,
though he may long to lay himself in the
grave and he at rest, death comes armed with
terrors. . a h ~ sa.aT
In gloom aud solitude pass the hours, =
shut away from the flowers and sunshine;
with no gentle hand to smooth his pillow;
no voice to ring like music on his ear, speak
ing soothing, consoling words; no loving
heart to lean upon in the dying hour. There
he sits, while memory is ever busy in his
heart, recalling the days of innocent child
hood, and aspiring youth; re-eounting to him
hours of happiness gone nevcr to return
May-hap through his grated window he may
view his fellow.convicts engaged in their la
bors, and he watches them lstlessly, till his
eyes are weary and his heart sick; and then
he thinks of his home, where, perchance, an
aged mother, whose gray hairs have been
brought with sorrow we'll nigh to the grave,
watches with prayers and tears for the re-
turn of her erring son. a'..' toi y
When death hovers near, when the film
covers the eyes, and shuts forever from our
sight all external objects, and when the ear
refuses to convey to the soul the tones Of
love, it's blest to know that loving ones bend
over US, and hearts beat in unison with our
own; and when we are cold in the embrace
of death, that tears will be shed above our
grave, and that our memory will be treasur.
ed up in the hearts ofthose who were dear to
US in life. But this is not his lot Alone,
within the walls Of a prison, the numbered
hours pass slowly away; and at last death
comes-an angel of mercy. An out-cast
from the world, he feels that life is a
burden-there is no sympathizing tear for
him. Far away are loved ones who await
his coming; and often his heart yearns to be
with them once more-to clasp them to his
bosom and say-"farewell." .a -.-..@
On! desolate must be his heart! What
charms has life for him? But dare he vel.
come death! Has he no fears upon enter.
ing the unseen world! Death comes-and
he sinks into an unknown, an unhonored
grave. No one mourns for him, and in the
dull routine of life his name is soon forgot.
ten. No one misses his presence, or listens
for the sound of his voice. His fellow-pris.
oners 60 to their labors, and if, perchance a
thought of him may steal upon them, their
own sorrows, and cares, and anticipation for
the future, soon Danish It. p fs.
He lived; he died; and the wheels of the
hugh car of society move on as before -
Earth forgets her child. ls'a tf sai t@"-
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z \ q F.Rt. /. a = q 'N-s T4i
0FMrs. Elizabeth Benton, wife Of Col.
Benton, who died at Washington. on Sun
day evening, was so years Of age. For
several years she has been prostrased, having
been deprived Of utterance and Of all her
energies, but she bore her suHerings. Il 10
stated, with unexamplsd fertitade and chris.
tian resignation. A writer 10 the Intsiligsn-
Ger says; va ss sF
The ruling feeling 10 Mrs. Bentons heart,
and strongest to the last, was her devotion To-
her husband. Of late she has sat constant.
|ly BY his aide when 1t his lsbors q home,
and indeed their lives map be said TO have
been inseparable, for she has. made her
home wherever his business called him. Shs
was reconcilsd 10 part with him On his lats
return 70 Missouri. because she wss TOO
weak u iccohpany hiH, and knew that his
duty required his presence 1t home. Whon
She fsit the approach of the crisis which ier.
minated her life, she led her daughter D lhs
vacant chair ii which her husband worked
and, by look and gestures, made 4 apparent
That she required bis recall. twas TO late.
She walked to the bed 10 the next apart
ment, ffoh which she was never sbie u fiss
again. w. e s'es n II II I'A.' -
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is BEAvTrruL EXTRACT. Whatever we can
DO of good in this world, with jurisdictions
Eor our faculties, rises to- the eternal world
above US, as q song fpraise from Humanity
70 God, Amid the thousand thousand tones
ever joining to swell the holy music Of that
song; are those which sound loudest and
grandest here, the tones which trayel sweet
est and purest up tot the lmpeTishable Throne.
which mingle with the perfectest harmony
with the anthemtof the angel choifll A col
emn and awful question! Let your own
|hsart, answer il; and then say, may not the
obscurest life be dignifed BY Q lasting sspi-
ration, and dedicated to,a noble aimi vhs
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81 THE GOVERNOR OF sNEBRAsKA.--Hon.
Francis A Burt, Of South Carolina, Govern
or Of Nebraska Territory, is now in Wash.
,ipgton, making arrangements to proceed to
Nebraska and assume the duties of his office.
He expects to arrive their and organize the
Territorial government, about the first o.
October. II has been stated that he would
carry slaves with him.. and hold them there
as slaves; but Washington letter, in the
st Louis Democrat, says: sai II 'i5gas {.
"Mr. Burt will carry with him to the new
Territory only a single slave. Gan old servant
woman and she heis to liberate Immediate
ly upon her arrival there, and deposit hei
free papers in the hands of, the Secretary
ofths Territory, There being no apProprir
atiops for public building in Nebraska, Mr.
Burt designs erecting a large tent unde'
which ithold his oouncils.n 'amq sbf i.
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' Arkansas : LEeistATuHE.7.T The Little
i Rock ztlie Dlsmpcref. says The PATS Post.
publishes . liss,ofthe newly elected mem
sbers of the Afksnsas Legislature, from which
it appears there are twenty-five WhIgs sew.
sentyrfYsI Dempcrats, or three, 10 cnea The
eWhigshaye,los Eve membe berasiaeel the last
Legislative electiong Az hisfsgefN Nhiggery
lwiifsoOnl become extinct iaArksasss.so5 !
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A DECREE IN Favor OF EDucAffox. -
The King Of Bavarla. has decreedq that 40
child aged less Q than teayears who has NOT
received elementary and religious iastruc.
tloIg aksll BE employed ii rasntfactotiss.
.fuasA y IN s9sEWg1 114 z 10 haasAH SE9HW
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laA NOBLE CoETRlBUTIoN.-Mr. Peabody
the celebrated London Banker, has scontri
buted $1,000 to the, Washington Monumsn
fund. :. Il t~,tyB y y:y4$ ggt st.f.
Mineral Point tribune. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1854-1858, 1854-04-27

DR.. Kane thus sketches a morning

DR.. Kane thus sketches a mornings
walk in the regions Of ice:
= Now let us start cut upon a walk. clo-
thed in a well fashioned Arctic costume
The thermometer is . deg not loweraud
the wind blowing a royal breeze bat gent
". Close the lips for the first minute or
two, and admit the air suSp,ciouslv thro
the uostris and muStachc Presently YOU
breathe in dry, puHgeut, but gracious
aud agreeable atmos pbere The beard
eyebrows eyelasAes and downy pubcsceuce
Of the ear, acquire delicate white and
perfectly enyeIoged boar frost. The mus
tache and under lip form peadulaus beads
of dangling ice Put out your tongue and
1t instantly freezes to this icy cru>tinr
and a rapid effort and some hand aid vii!
b. required to lberate it, The less you
talk the better. Your chin has trick of
freezing to your upper jaw by the iuting
aid Of your beard even my ewes have OF
ten been so glazed as to show that a wink
wouid be unsafe As YOU walk on. Won
hud that the iron-work Of yonr gun begins
TO penetrate through two coats of WOODEN
mittens, with a sensation Of hot water -
But we have been su2pos!ng y0ar back to
the wind and if yoa are good Arctic
lzed subject, warm glow has already been
followed by a profuse sweat.
"Now turn about and face the wind -
what change how the atmospheres are
waited oil how penetratingly the cold
tricllles down vonr neck and in at your
pockets VI hcw jack knife heretofore
Ike Bob Sawyer's apple, 'unp.casantly
warm ia the brcechcs pocket has changed
to something as cold as ice and hot a. FIRE
make your way back to the ship I vas
once caught three miles Of With a frecz.1c
wind. and at one time feared that [ would
hardly see the brig again. for | felt that
lethargic numbuess mentioned in story
books Have YOU ever received shncI
of the magnetic electric machine} Deprive
this Of its paroxysmal character-Suodue.
but diiIuse it over every part Of the sys
tenn and you have the so-called pleasura-
! bic feeling of incipieut freezing 1t seems
/ even to extend to the brain It's inertia
/ is augmented every thing about you seems
of ponderoUs sort; and the whole amount
Of pleasure is in gratifying the disposition
/ to remain ut rest. aud spare yourself an
encounter with these latent resistences -
/ This is the p,easurabl freezing sleepiness 2
:
/ DRAwlxG Artist Well sir, what wan
ting ?"
Cabman with baulby horse)-Be yog
/ the man as teaches to draw in SIX cas-,
/ lessons
Artist am sir what's that 10 you
Cabman-Nell, by dam. ish 5ry tre
weeks more harder as nothing. for 20 max
dish animal draw. and he gets all av;le N
no better as he vas. Vat | pay 80
eb :