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The Trinity journal., 1856-04-05
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Twas on a lovely summers day,
All nature seemed jocund and gay,
That Cupid rov'd in rosy bowers,
Matching mischief, culling flowers;
The fragile violet, heart's-ease,
'Twould seem his godship did not please,
AS he targets of them made,
And fading in the dust them laid
But by and by he rous'd a bee
Which stung him, and dispelled his glee,
Sweet Venus happened to be near,
So quick he cries, Oh, mother dear
l am undone, faint, l die,
I'm bitten by a serpant fly:
The goddess smiling for him made
A howery couch in balmy shade,
Where he sobbing went to rest,
His head reclining on her breast:
Ere long he ope'd his dewy eyes
And for his culver peevish cries;
His bow he with adeptness strings,
Fastidiously he shakes his wings,
And VOWS that vengeance he will have
With arrows tip'd with sighted love.
Venus with her queenly mien,
In accents sweet, mild and serene,
Said pray, my dear fantastic boy,
Why will you mortal's peace destroy,
Consider ere your darts you aim,
That if bee can cause such pain
How austere must be the smart
Which afflicts the bursting heart
When disappointment bitter tears
The core of the fond lover sears.
YANCE's BAR, March 29. CoSMoPoLITE
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we have amused ourself by looking narrow
ly i'll the faces of the passers-by; noting the
care-lnes and indces of premature age, oc-
caSioned by exposure or anxiety. Some
faces are full of hope; perhaps they have
had their share of shadow, and the day be-
gins to dawn, and they nod their good-hu-
mored good evening" and pass on Another
hurries by, with his eyes fixed on the ground,
never deigning even side glance at one
he poor fellow, is i'll debt, or perhaps he is
beginning to think his claim worthless
The other night we sat on the river bank
and watched a poor old Irishman panning
out his days work; he had but two or three
dollars, and after carefully washing ont the
sand and hcaping up the little moety of
gold with his forefnger, he put on his coat
and moved slowly off toward his cabin His
shoulders were bent with years and many
heavy burdens, and he looked as though he
would, ere long, say fail An hour or so
afterwards we passed his cabin; the old man
had his supper and was sitting on the stoop
smoking his pipe and watching the stately
pines bending ON the hill He was thinking
of home and tomorrow. Oh, that hopeful
tomorrow! what might he not find thcn?-
Although his bones ached with half-requtcd
toll, he never thought of saying fall God
bless thee, thou hopeful old exile of Erin!
Little as you have made to-day, It's far more
than you could have found among the sham
rocks of your native iSle
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The LONE GRAvE-The overland emigra-
tion to California in 1852, was immense, and
attended with much of sickness and death
Hardly a company that was not decimated
and many doubly so. New made graves
that, during the first ten days upon the
plains, possessed at least melancholy in
terest sufficient to turn the steps of the traF-
eler, if only to learn the name and where
! from-at length became so numerous as
hardly to attract passing notice, unless in
the immediate vicinity of our camping
grounds. We had encamped upon one of
the very few small streams between the Lit
tie Blue and the Platte rivers; we were all
joyous and happy; our animals as yet in eX-
celent condition, our company all in good
health, and we had not been long enough
upon the plains to know or feel fatigue 1t
was Saturday afternoon, and we had stopped
early, where water and grass were abundant,
and intended to remain there over the Sab
bath.
Tents were pitched, Our horses quietly
grazing, and mirth and. gayety reSounded
throughout the camp. More than one of
had observed little strip of board no wider
than a mans hand, standing upright amid
the green grass but few rods from our
wagons One of our company thinking it
would mike good kindlingS, went out to get
it, but returned without it, saying nothing.
Another went and he too returned without
it, and yet another and another; and, as
they returned all seemed less joyous than
before My own curiosity was excited, and
too with companion went out to see it,
and to discover if possible its apparent sa-
credness. On approaching it, we found ours
selves approaching lone little grave. The
puny mound of earth was fresh, and the
green grass around it had hardly recovered
from its recent trampling. Newly cut, as
with a pen-knife, upon the frail monument
were these words:
Our only child, dear little MARY, years old
But we had no means of ascertaining dhoSe
little Mary it was. AS the sun was yet up
an hour or more, it was proposed that we
move on mile or two to another camping
ground and without question being asked,
or a reason given, it was unanimously ap-
proved and carried into effect. But the true
and only caase was, the nearness to our
camping ground of that lone little grave and
its frail monument PLacerriAe American.
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noble spirit amid the thickest of the con-
hict BY his side fought an aged man, with
his white hair streaming in the wind, while
the blood of his adversaries fell damp upon
his face He made no pauSe-he stopped
not to gather fresh vigor; no obstacle over
powered him; no danger dismayed. He
seemed the embodiment of age returned
again to youth Foremost ever, he fought
on with wild fury. The news came at last
that the enemy were beaten. AS the glad
tidingS fell upon his ear, the aged Adam
White sank oycrpowered to the moist earth.
His companions raised him in their arms, as
he cried, in feeble accents
Victory is oursl Oppression is van
quiShedl l have lived to seeit-have joined
in the good fight to gain it, Shout, com
rodes! Let your voices ringle with my last
breath Ever thus shall victory crown
your efforts
Sadly they bore the veteran to place of
sepulture. No purtng yolley was fired
above the last resting place of the hero, but
a marble shaft now rears its head above the
spot where he reposes. No eulogy was writ
ten, no fulsomc praise bestowed; yet his
memory lives in the hearts Of muny deS-
ccudant of those who fought with him on
that memorable day--N Y Sunday DIS
patch.
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lowed and | led them through the streets
encumhered with every shape of human suf-
fering to the foot of Mount Moriah. But
beyond that we found advance impossible.
Piles of cloud, whose darkness was palpable
even in the midnight in which we stood,
covered the Holy Hill. Impatient and not
to be dauuted by anything that man could
overcome, l cheered my disheartened band,
and attempted to lead the way up the as
cent But I had scarcely entered the cloud
when | was swept downward by gush that
tore the rocks in ainty showers around me.
Now came the last and most wondrous sign
that marked the fate of rejected Israel
While lay helpless, | heard the whrl-
wind roar through the cloudy hill, and the
vapors began to rcvolve. A pale light fiks
that of the rising moon, quivering on their
edges and the clouds rose, and rapidly
shaped themselves into forms, and battle
mentS, and towers. The sound of voices
was heard within, low and distant. yet
strangely sweet Stillthe lustre frightened.
and airy buildings rose, tower on tower, and
battlcment on battlement. In awe. that
held us mute, we knelt and gazed on this
more than mortal architecture, that con-
tined rising and spreading, and glowing with
a serener light, still soft and silvery, vet to
which the broadest moonbeam was dim
At last it stood forth to earth and heaven
the colossal image of the first temple, of the
buildings raised 10y wscSt of men, and con-
Sccratcd 10y the visible glory. All Jerusa-
lem saw the image; and the shout that in
TIM midst Of their despair ascended from its
thousands and tens of thousands, told what
proud remembranceS were there. But
hymn was heard, that might have hushed
the world beside Never fell on my ear.
never on human sense, sound so majestic
yet SO Subduing; SO full of melancholy, yet
of grandeur and command The vast por-
tai opened, and from it marched host. such
as man shall never see but once again---ths
guardian angels of the city of David They
came forth glorious but with woe in all their
steps; the stars upon their helmets din;
thelr robes stained; tears flowing down their
celestial beauty-Let us go hence, was
their song Of sorrow. Let us 60 hence
was answered 10y the mountains Let as 60
hence, swelled upon the night to the farthest
limits of the land. The procession fingered
on the summit of the hill The thunder
pealed, and rose over the expanse of heaven.
Their chorus was heard still, magnificent and
melancholy, when their splendor was dimin-
lshed to the brightness Of star. Then the
thunder roared agaih-the cloudy temple
was scattered on the wind of darkness, the
omen Of her grave, settled upon Jerusalem.
The Trinity journal., 1856-04-05
"Give me my old seat, Mother"
By FANNY FORESTER.

BY FANNY FORESTER.
Give me my old seat, mother,
Withmy head upon thy knee;
I've passed through many a changing scene
Since thus l sat by thee.
oh let me look into thine eyes
Their meek, soft, loving light
Falls, like CLEAN of holiness,
Upon my heart tonight.
I've not been long away, mother:
Few suns have rose and set
Since last tear drop on thy cheek
My lips in kisses met.
'Ts but little time, know,
But very long it seems,
Though every night come to thee,
Dear mother, in my dreams.
The world has kindly dealt, mother,
BY the child thou lov'st so we'll
Thy prayers have circled round her path,
And twas their holy spell
Which made their path so dearly bright
Which strewed the roses there
Which gave the light and cast the balm,
On every breath OF air,
bear happy heart, mother,
A happier never beat
And. even now, new buds of hope
Are bursting at my feet
Oh, mother life may be a breath,
But if such dreams are given.
While at the portals thus we stand,
What are the truths of Heaven?
bear happy heart, mother,
Yet. when fond eyes | see,
And hear soft tones and winning words,
ever think of thee.
And then the tear, my spirit weeps,
Unbidden fills my eve;
And, like a homeless dove, l long
Unto thy breast to fly.
Then, am very sad, mother,
I'm very sad and lone
Oh there's no heart, whose nmost fold
Opes to me like thine own!
Though sunny smiles wreathe blooming lip.
While love tones meet my ear.
My mother one fond glance of thine,
Were thousand times more dear
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WoMAN's SrHERE--How vast, how almost
lmitless is the sphere of influence commit
ted to woman by her Creator The pres
cnt life is but the beginning Of its course
eternity and Immortality can alone reveal its
extent. Home is the center of that sphere.
the utmost verge Of being its circumference.
Home is the throne from whence the voice
of conjugal affection and maternal love sends
forth mandates that are obeycd beyond the
seas A wife, a mother the mistress of
household what a responsibility is hers
Ali she whose province is u quiet home.
Within her hands doth hold the destiny
OF all who draw around the festive board,
Or pass long hours amid the atmosphere
Which doth peryade her special sphere
Strange that the minutia Of daily domes-
tic life, the petty cares, the numbcrlcss, ever
recurring anEoyances, and even the right or
wrong performance of kitchen drudgery,
should have an important bearing on the
present happiness and future destiny of the
immortal mind Yet 50 it is, and so close
and intimate is the connection between the
body and mind, that a neatly spread table,
and simple, well-cookcd food give a sense of
comfort and refine and elevate the social af-
fcctions to an extent which is not perhaps
sufficiently appreciated by those who dcspisc
domestic drudgcry,
While it is true that woman, however
wcll-cducatcd and intelligent, who is not
equally well ycrsed in practical aousekeep-
ing loses in a measure her own sell-respect,
and in some degree her influence for good
over her husband and children, it is also
equally certain that no woman should be eX-
cluSiyely devoted to domestic affairs. 1t is
right, nay it is an imperative duty, to de-
vote portion Of her time to mental cul-
ture, for the sake Of her family, for her own
sake, and for the sake of the social circle Of
which she forms part
1t is generally admitted that the mothers
Of our great men have done more to form
their character than the fathers, and we
think it not too much to add, that woman
has more to do in the worlds reform than
man Woman rules the world now Her
empire is the a6ectloRS
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| The CLOSING SCENE OF THE FALL OF JE-
RUsALEM, FROM SALATHIEL.--Th fall of our
illustrious and unhappy city was Supernat-
ural. The destruction Of the conquered was
against the first principles of the Roman
policy and to the last hour of our national
existence, Rome held out offers of peace,
and lamcnted our frantic determination to
be undonc. But the decree had gone forth
from mightier throne During the latter
days Of the siege, hostility to which that
of man was as the grain Of sand to the tenn
pest that drives it on, oyerpowered our
strength and senses Fearful shapes and
voices in the air-yisions startling us from
our short and troubled sIeep-lunacy, in its
most hideous forms-sudden death, in the
midst of yigor-the fury Of the elements let
loose upon our unSheltercd heads, we had ey-
cry terror and evil that could beset human ma
ture but pestilence; the most probable of
all in the city crowded with the furnishing,
the diseased, the wounded and dead Yet,
though the streets were covered with the un-
buried-though every wall and trench was
tecming though six hundred thousand
corpSes lay flung over the ramparts, and
naked to the pestlcnce came not; if, it
had come, the enemy would have been scared
away. But the "abomination Of desolation, "
the pagan standard was fixed, where it was
to remain until the plow passed over the
ruins of Jerusalem.
On this night, this fatal night, no man
laid his head upon the pillow. Heaven and
earth were in conflict mctcors burned above
us; the ground shook under our feet; the
volcano blazcd; the wind burst forth in ir
resistibe blast, and swept the living and the
dead in whirlwinds, far into the desert We
heard the believing Of the Mediterranean,
as if its waters were at our sides, swelled by
new dcluge. The lakes and the rivers
roarcd and inundated the land The fiery
sword shot tenfold fire Showers Of blood
fell Thunder pcaled from every quarter of
the heavens Lightnings, immense and lu-
rid sheets, Of an intensity Of duration that
turned the darkness into MONDAY, withered
eye and soul, burned from the zenith to the
ground, and marked its track by the forests
on fame and the shattered SUBMITS Of the
hills.
Defence wac unthought Of for the mortal
enemy had passed from the mind. Our
hearts quakcd for fear; but it was to see the
powers of heaven shaken"
All cast away the shield and spear, and
crouched before the descending judgment.
We were conscience smitten. Our cries of
remorse, anguish and horror, were heard
through the roar Of the storm We howled
TO the earth to hide us; we plunged into the
sepulchres to escape the wrath that con
suned the living--we would have buried
ourselves under the mountains.
| knew the cause, the unspcakable cause
and knew that the last hour of crime was at
hand A few fugtives, astonished to see
one man among them not sunk in the lowest
fcebleness Of fear, came around me, aud be
sought me to lead them to some place OF
safety, if such were now to be found on the
earth l told them openly that they were
to die, and ccuuseled them to die on tic
halloved ground Of the temple They fol
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IT is delightful to kiss the eyelashes of
the beloved-is it not But never so de-
lightful as when fresh tears are on them
LQndOr.
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IT is A singular fact that women cannot
look from aprecipice of any magnitude, with
out becoming dizzy, But what is still more
singular, the dizziness departs the very mo-
ment somebody puts his arm ronnd her
waist to keep her from falling" Queer,
isn't it?
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A LETTER FROM AN Ono LEGIsLAroR-
The Columbus correspondent Of the Cler-
mont Sun says the following is a copy Of u
letter from a member Of the Legislature to
a hotelkeeper in Columbus:
Mr. ---- Of the -- Hotel Columbus
Ohio want you to mak way for me at yore
hotil SO can have rune on the fust fore.
| suppose you're hous air tew stories hi BE-
sides the Sellor & want my rune next the
ktchun ! reckun vii want the rune while
the ledgisleater meats Of which onerable
body am member and liv next the line
oy the Stait oy iudyany in the Stait ov Ohio,
the onerabe members in the Stait ov indy
any last year paid doler and a for board
pur weak but then yittels were hyer then
nur now and think you ort to do triful
better. want one or tew cheers in the
rune and a butte jack and my butes blaked
onst week on sundies
Yoyrs til deth. GIRL.
p S. rite positively Il say if can git
the rune direckt yorc lettir to the care of
the Secretary Of Danyil Bune counsel in this
county as they tole me when was nomina
ted to let um see all my politikel corrispon-
duns. G.. r. L.
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AN expeditions mode of getting up row
Is to carry long ladder on your shoulders
in a crowded thoroughiare, and every few
inmates turn around to soc if any one is ma
king faces at YOU
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A CHICAGO GENIUS says that to succeed as
an editor in Boston, man must be as i'm
pervious to satire as he is to decency. A
nice puff that for the "home of the Pill
prims."
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WoMAN.-A beautiful tribute is this,
which that writer of so many good things.
Mr.. Anonymous, pays to the softer sex:
As the vine which has long twisted its
graceful foliage about the oak, and been
lifted by it into sunshine, will when the har-
dy plant is razed by the thunderbolt, cling
round it with earessing tendrils, and bind
up its shattered boughS so it is beautifully
ordered by Providence, that woman, who is
the dependent and ornament OF man in his
happier hours, should be his stay and Solace,
when smitten with sudden calamity, wind
ing herself into the rugged recesses of his
nature, tenderly supporting the dropping
head, and binding up the broken heart
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EXQUISITE" What !" exclaimed the ac-
complished and fashionable Fitzwiggle to
the exquisitely lovely Miss de la Sparrow
grass "what would you be dearest if l
should press the stamp of love upon those
sealing-wax lips?" az" responded the fa-
ry-like creature, should be-StatsOnary "
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A DANDY at hotel table, who wanted the
milk passed him, thus asked for it: Please
send your COW this way TO whom the
landlady retorted as follows Waiter, take
the COW down to where the calf is bleat-
ing
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A FELLOW out West" being asked what
made him, bald, replied that " the girls had
pulled his hair out pulling him into their
windows"
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A SIMPLE friend wants to know whether
the abolition of whipping in the navy, in
cludes spanking breezes"
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THE OLD GENTLEMAN who undertook to take
the twist out of the m@lstrom, has gone out
West to whitewash the Rocky Mountains
He goes in for large Jobs.
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NEVER SAY FAM.-The admonition of the
strong-willcd old Cardinal, is most applicable
to the young men of California; no one else
needs the words of encouragement so much
as the unlucky miner yet none has greater
hope than he.
Never say fail ?
All, that may be very well for you to
say-you who know not what it is to labor
you who have never felt the serried fangs of
disappointment, aye, even hunger; but it
won't go down with me. What else can
say but fail?
Don't deceive yourself, good friend; we
never did much else than fail in all our mi
ming specuIations. But what OF that? So
soon as one project failed another was un-
dertaken, in which we did fail, but what was
the use in saying 81: We don't know but
that we shall fail again, but If SO, we shall
fail trying, and shah try to be followed by
an honest mans shadow
Sometimes, while going back and forth,
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Cooper and iron have been found in the
blood of human beings" Yes, and brass
in their faces.
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RELIGIOUS LITERATURE IN ARKANsAs.-Re-
ligious papers are not very popular in Ar
kansas. A profane postmaster in that be-
nighted region recently returned to the Office
of publication, paper, upon the margin of
which was scratched the following:
Editor Episcopal Recorder, Philadelphia
Your internal pG,;er is not wanted. 1t is re-
turned from Van Bu,sen, Ark. Keep this
paper at home. You mLSt 90 IT, lor III
swear it is not wanted.
b0y-Do YOU UNDERSTAND p!
Confound you and your confounded papCr
to h-l! 1t has been sent back IA or
Is times, and now keep it there, for it is not
wanted.
We copy the above on the authority of the
philadelphia Sunday Mercury. 1t speaks
cloud" for Arkansas yet it is not The only
State in the Union where ungodly men oc-
cupy the important position of post-masterS.
The following notice accompanied return
ed Christian paper in this State, from an
unfeeling subscriber in Placer county, about
three years ago;
To The Editor of --:
Don't send emmy moar OF these here pa
pers to me. / don't want it. 1t Stinks o.
niggers and rotton religion, and is as full o
lEe as HI is of preachers.
To which the postmaster added
" am of the same idee. -.
This was never delivered, but was HANDED
us bv postmaster Moore, while acting in thi
city. That fellows head needed fubbint
With o brick, and we wocld have volunteer
ed our services for the pleasing duty'-G0'
den Era,