Grand River times. [volume] (Grand Haven, Mich.) 1851-18??, 1854-04-26
CARRYING WEAPONS.

Jewell, who was executed in Pittsburgh, saws
the Sandusky Register, few days since, fell
victim to the reprehensible practice of carrying
deadly weapons. He had dirk always with
him; and, in fit of anger, plunged it into the
heart of fellow being Had he kept such
weapon from his reach, he probably would have
lived and been respected. Now he sleeps in q
murderers grave and died felon's death. Is
there not fearful lesson to be read in his sad
end! There are many persons whom we know
to carry revolver or dirk constantly about their
person, as If our laws afforded no protection to
life, or as if society itself was a community of
cut-throats. We always think of the fate Of
Jewell, and shall not be surprised to learn that
some one of these persons meets with as sad an
end. The Pittsburg Gazette referring TO this
same practice, gives the following words Of ad-
monition which should be well considered by
constantly armed persons:
Men who carry deadly weapons familiarize
their minds with deeds Of blood and murder,
and crime is most sure to follow on the first
opportunity. Any man, who can deliberately
carry about him dirk, or pistol, or bowie knife.
is, already, half a savage. He is dangerous
man, one who should be watched, avoided and
Stunned. Men of true courage, of humane sem
sibilities, of christian and honorable principles
abhor such diaboical practice, which is more
fitting for savages and pirates than for christian
and civilized society. Jewell was not the only
murderer in this community. Other persons
among us, some known and others unknown,
have committed the crime of murder in the eyes
of justice, since the fatal day on which Mitchell
fell. 1t is the intent which constitutes the mur.
der. Men have been almost cut to pieces in
our midst. and have recovered. If they had died,
the hands that welded the murderous knife
might now be as stilled in death as Jewell's--
But are they any the less murderers?"
The CALM OF DEATH.-Clasp the hands meek
ly over the still breast-they've no more work
to do. Close the weary eyes, there are no more
tears to shed; part the damp locks, there's no
more pain to bear Closed is the ear alike to
loves kind voice, and caumny's stinging whs-
pers.
Oh, if in that still heart you have ruthlessly
planted a thorn; if from that pleading eye you
have turned carelessly away if your loving
glance and kindly word and claspng hand have
come too late-then God forgive you! No
frown gathers on the marble brow as you gaze
no scorn curls the chiselled lip-no flush of
wounded feeling mounts the blue veined tenn
Piles.
God forgive you'll for your feet must shrink
appalled, from deaths cold rver-your faltering
tongue ask, " Can this be death!" your fading
eye fingers lovingly on the sunny earth, your
clammy hands yields its last feeble futter.
Oh, Iapacious grave; yet another victim for
thy voiceless keeping! What! not word of
welcome from all thy houseess sleepers mo
warm greeting from sisters loving lips!-no
throb of pleasure from that maternal bosom -
Silent ALL
Oh, if the broken limbs were never gathered
up! If beyond deaths swelling flood, there
was no eternal shore! If for the struggling
bark there was no sort of peace! IT. athwart
that lowering cloud, sprung no bright hope of
promise
Alas for love- if this be all,
And nought beyond-on earth?
Fanny Fern.