The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1854-03-08

children! Not In the stmmerln& 4, smoky
still, over fires, choked with poisonous
gases, and surrounded with the stenoh Of
sickening odors and rank corruption, doth :
your father in heaven prepare this precious
essence of life-the pure cold water. Bnt
in the green glade and grassy dell, whore
the red deer wanders and the child loves
TO play, there God himself brews it; aud
down in the deepest valleys, where foun.
tains murmur and the rills sing; and high
upon the tall mountain, where the naked
granite glitters like gold in the sun, where
the storm cloud broods and the thunder
tones crash; and away far out in the wide,
wild sea, where the hurricane howls mu-
sic, and the big waves roar the chorus,
sweeping the march of God there he
brews it-that beverage Of life, teallh.giv,,,
ing water! And everywhere Is Z thing Or
in the dew.df0p, sing. :.
ing in the summer rain; shining in the
ice gem till the trees all seem turned 10
living jewels, spreading golden veil over
the setting sun. or white gauze around
the midnig ght moon; sporting In The Uasa.
ract; sleeping in the glazier; dancing in:
the hail shower; folding its bright snow
curtain softly about the wintry world. and
waving the many colorsd iris, that ssf-
aph's zone in the sky, whose warp y The
rain drop Of earth, whose roof fs the SUM
beam of heaven, all checkered over viii
celestial flowers, by the mystic hand Of
reflection. Still always it is bexutifal-
that blessed life-water! No poison buy
bes on its brink; its foam brings not mad.
ness and murder; no blood stains lie liqni2
glass; pale widows and starving orphans
weep not burning tears in its cieaf dspths;
no drunkard's shriekinG ghost from The
grave curses in words of etefnsl despairl
Speak! my friends. would you exchange
It for the demons alcohol?n SO a sS7'sss
A shout. like the roar Of ths tsmpssls
answered, "No!" e
Critics. never tell me again that ths.s
backwoodsmen are deaf. to the Divine
voice Of eloquence, for saw, at the mo-
ment, he held the hearts of the multitude.
as it were, in the hollow OF his hand; and
the popular feeling ran in q current 20 r.
resistible, that even the duelist. Watt Fore
man, dared not venture another inserrup.
ton during the meeting ~
have just reviewed my report Of that,
singular speech in the foregoing sketch;
but alas! discover that have utterly
failed TO convey a full impression q my
reason and imagin alton received it. The
language 10 be sure is there-that never
could iorget-but il lacks the spirit, tho |
tone Of uDutterable pathos. the cadennss
Of mournful music, alternating with thos
clashes Of terrible power; il lacks the gss-
ticulatfon. now graceful as the play Of The
golden willow in the wind, anon violsni'a a.
the motion Of the mountain pine in the
hurricane, It lacks the pale face wrapped
in the dream Of the spirit land, and those
unfathomable eyes. hashinga light sduh'
as never beamed from sun or stars, and
more than all. it lacks The magnetishA uf
the mighty soul that seemed to diffdse ~
self among the hearers as q siewiess stream
of electricity, permeating the brain like
some sacred fire. melting all hearts and
mastering every volition. sas, p asas
The camp meeting continued, and 4 70.
sival attended it, such as never hsfOrD Or
since was in the forests ci Texas. Bue,
unfortunately, on the last day Of tho ex-,
ercises, news arrived on the ground.s that
a neighboring farmer had been murdsfsd9
and his wife and children carried sway,
prisoners by the Indians. svIe
The young minister spfang into ths pub
pit and proposed the immediate ofgahixas
ton Of company to pursue the sasaees.
The suggestion being adopted. the mover
himself was selected to head tho party
After several days of hard ydinR they
overlook the barbarous enemy On the brand
prairie. The missionary charged lore,
most Of the troop, and having performed
prodieies Of salor, fell-not by The hand &c
an Indian, but by shot from one of hie
own horsefneh! ts5s
need scarcely name the assassin, The
reader will have anticipated me. The ins
carnate fiend was Col. Watt Foreman,
chief hangman OF the Shelby hynchsrs,
and ten years later q master cook q The
"Poisoned Wedding" gs &isss
Suoh is the only fragment from the ~
ography Of q wonderful genins, The. suoo
twinkling rsy from dazzling luminasy
that rose and set in the wildernsss;ia . tom
leaf from Paul Demons book 81 li1e..s
Peace be to his ashes.. He sleeps wen in
that lone isle ofevergfeens stirroundedby
the evergreen sea Of that green prais;ss
Natures beloved son inhefits her earliest
tomb-the last possession-the inalisnahio
fee simple Of all time! .slas hosa
A RATHER DANGERous BIT OF Fur.-
One day last week, as,the passenEer train
on the Chicago and Mississippi RailrosA
was approaching the village Of Poissyille,
the engineer discovered, ., little distance
ahead Of the train, a couple Of rather hard
looking specimens OF the genus Aone,
standing near the track. with guns on
their shoulders. having, no doubt. been
out on hunting excursion, and had slep-
| ned to see the iron horse no snoring nant
them. Thinking il an excellent oppos-
tunity to have some fun at their sxpenees
the engineer placed himself u the boiler,
and coming opposite to whore thsy sload,
| by the use of . thumb screw, directsd s
food Of steam and boiling water on their
persons. This SO enraged ono Of No
party. that he raised his gun and 6rsd in-
stantly at the engineer. The ball psssad
Through the top of his hat, and % close q
the head as to graze the skull, Al;asie
Times. q.
HEROIC SAMBo.-A negro in Bostoa had