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The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1857-08-06

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The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1857-08-06

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Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1857-04-23
Ggoite 3aoing*
From the Spartanburg Express.
A VISIT TO THE COWPENs.

y few days since, in company with cou-
pie of friends, We paid visit to the battle field
of Cowpeps, and gathered up some things
which may prove interesting to our readers.
The road, as it nears the battle field, re-
minds the traveller forcibly of the low coun-
try. The country through which it runs is
level, the soil sandy, and the pines are abun-
dant and of unusual size. We remember
hearing some of the members of the Wash
ing'on Light Infantry last spring speaking
of this, and saying what an agreeable SUR
prise it was, coming as it did at the end of
their long march. They felt themselves con,
nccted with the place by one more pleasing
association.
Arrived at the ground, We of course paid
our first respects to the monument. The
CLEAN of the surmounting eagle catches the
eye from afar through the trees, and AVA
kens ard prepares the heart of the approach
ing pilgrim. Finished, chastc and appro-
pirate the monument rises firmly and proud
ly among the waving pines, auu the man
who can stand by its side with heart un-
touched by the many associations that clus-
ter around it, must surely be destitute Of all
sensiblity.
\ tree which stood very near the monu-
ment has recently fallen down, and in so do
ing has slightly displaced one of the loose
slabs laid around the base. Most cf the trees
which were near enough to fail on it have
been cut down, and We woadcr that they are
not all removed, for, although they seem
firm and green now, they alc so tall as to
make them liable to be blown over by the
wind of the frequent storms which We have
during the summer. We hope that some
one in the neighborhood will see that they
are speedily removed. We noticed too,
with pain and di$plcasurc, several names
scriLbled upon the white marble. This sill,
ly and disgusting practice is as common
throughout our country as it is disagreeable.
Whenever our attention is called to it we
are reminded at once of Burns,
"Oh, Wau some pow the EHle ele us
To see ourselves as ithers sec rs"
If those who have thus thoughtlessly defa,
ced with their pencils the fair tablet could
know how ridiculous their names appear to
an unprciudiccd eye in juxta-position with
those of Morgan, Washington, Howard, &C.,
we arc quite sure they would be in no little
hurry to efiace the record of their ill-advised
efforts after Immortality. We are glad to
know, however, that the monument will soon
be enclosed with an iron railing, which will
add to its appearance, and, in some degree,
protect it from such insults as we have just
noticed.
At some distance from the monument
there is a place which the tradition of the
neighborhood assigns as the burial place Of
the slain, and it has been said that this should
have been the houorcd spot. The two ad
vantages possessed by the present position Of
elevation above the surrounding country and
Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1857-04-23

ANEcDoTE OF ScHwARTz.-Sanerant ne
latcs the following anecdote of Christopher
Schwartz, famous German painter, which,
if true, rebounds more tothis ingenuity than
credit. Having been engaged to paint the
ceiling Of the Town Hall at Munich, by the
day, his love of dissipation induced him to
neglect his work, so that the magistrates and
overseers of the work were frequently obi
ged to hunt him out at the tavern. As he
could no longer drink in quiet, he stuffed an
image of himself, left the legs hanging down
between the staging where he was accustom-
ed to work, and sent one of his boon COM
panions to move the image two or three times
day, and to take it away at noon and night.
By means of this deception he drank with
out the least disturbance whole fortnight
together, the inn-keeper being privy to the
plot. The officers came round twice a day
to look after him, and seeing the well known
stockings which he was accustomed to wear,
suspected nothing wrong, and went their way
greatly extoling their own convert asthe
most industrious and conscientious painter
in the world. .-. .a}
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beauty has no charms for blind man ; mu-
sic does not please poor beast who does not
know one tune from another; and as true
epicure is hardly ever tired Of water anchy
and brown bread and butter. protest I
can sit all night, talking to we'll regulated
kindly woman, about her girl coming out, or
her boy at Eaton, and like the evenings en-
tertainment. One of the great benefits many
men derive from a woman's society is, that
he is bound to be respectful to them. The
habit is of great good to your moral man,
depend upon it. Our education makes us
the most eminently selfish men in the world.
We fight for ourselves, we yawn for our
selves, we light cur pipes and say we won't
90 out; We prefer ourselves and our case,
and the greatest good that comes to man
from woman's societyis, that he has to think
of somebody beside himself, to whom he is
bound to be constantly attentive and respect
ful.-Mackcray's Lectures.
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"LET ME- DIE QUIETLY"
'Be still-make no noise-let me die quietly
Tjce President HiR0.

"Be still-make no noise-let me die quietly"
Vice President King.
BE still The hour of the souls depart
urc is at hand; Earth is fading from its Wis.,
ion ; Time is gliding from its presence =
Hopes that cluster around young life, that
swell in the bosom of manhood, have fallen
from around it like the forest leaves, when
the frosts of autumn have chilled them unto
death Ambition, withits hollow promises,
and pride with its lofty look, have vanished
away The world with its deceitfulness,-
pleasure, with its gilded temptations, are
gone; and alone in utter destitution of all
that time promised, it must start Oh its SOL
emn journey across the valley of the shadow
of death
Make no noiscv Let the tumult of life
cease Let no sound break the souls conf
munion with itself ere it starts on its return
less flight Trouble it not with the accents
of sorrow. Let the tears stand still on the
check of affection; and let not the wailing
of grief break the solemn silence of the
death scene. Let it gather the accents that
come from within the dark shadows of eter-
nifty, saying to it, Como home! The whis-
perings of angels are in its ear; obstruct
not their silvery voices by grosser sounds
A far off music comes floating to it by the
air. 'Tis the sound of the heavenly harps
touched by viewless fngers-mar not the
harmony by the discords of earth.
'I.et ME die quietly' The commotion
of life, the struggles of ambition, the strife
and warning with human destiny are over.
Wealth accumulated must be scattered hon
or won must be resigned; and all the triumphs
that come within the range of human a
chicvements must be thrown away. The
past, with its trials, its accommodating rcspon-
sibilities, its clinging memories, its vanished
hopes, is rendering up to the future its long
account-disturb not the quiet of that aw-
full reckoning. Speak not Of fading memo
rics, of affections whose objects perish in
their loveliness, like the flowers Of spring,
or wither in a slow decay. Talk not of an
earthly home where loved ones linger, where
q seat will be vacant, a cherished voice hush
ed forever, or of the dcsolation that will seat
itself by the hcarthstone. The soul is at
peace with God; let it pass calmly away,
Heaven is opening upon its vision. The
bright turrets, and the lofty domes of the
Eternal City, are emerging from the spec
trail darkness, and the glory of the Most
High is drawing around them. The white
throne is glisteniDg in the distance, and the
white robed angels are beckoning the weary
spirit to its everlasting home. What is life
that it should be clung to longer. What the
joys of the world that they should be regret
ted? What has earth to place before the
spirit of man to tempt its stay, or turn it
from its eternal rest ?-ADany Register.
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That exquisite air that fingers round our
heart like childhood's dream of Heaven, and
haunts our memory yet was ",Sreet Home y
Beloved Ruben There is, as every body
knows, trumpet shaped little intrumeut
with which the surgeon plays eavesdropper
to the machinery of life. There is some
thing sublime in the idea, thus to bring ones
ear close to the hearts red brink, and hear
the tinkling of the crimson tide. But what
would you and give for some instrument,
some stethoscope of the soul, BY which you
might hear the music Of the heart, and the
foot fall of thought in tho hall of the spirit !!
Such utterances we do sometimes hear, and
music is the melodious wing that watts and
warns them on their mission round the
world; that will not let them droop; that
will not let them die. "Street Home" "-
Sung yesterday in hovel, sung this morn
ing in hall. Where pipes Cape Horn
through frozen shrouds, the mariner huns
"Sweet Home ;" when hearths are desolate
and cold ; they sing "Sveet Home! in Heau-
en-" Strong voices hymn it on deck and
desert, in bivouac and battle, where beats a
heart beneath Columbia's flag. The exile
sings it while CRATES his pilgrimbarque upon
foreign shore. Lay your hand upon your
heart, dear reader, and tell me what is near
er to it than this sweet strain? Tell me,
can the jar of the worlds battle drown those
tones, while that heart beats on?
cit cannot die till the great congregation,
the missing ones all gathered home, strike
up the sleeping song anew, in temples not
built with hands.
The lips from whence issued this breath
of Immortality are now cold in death. The
gifted writer lies in distant graveyard,
without stone to mark his resting place
In Europe the author Of such strain would
have been maintained by crowned heads, and
had his grave bespokeu in the sepulchre of
kings but in republican America the inven-
tion of tarnscrcw would have been better
rewarded. And yet if his spirit was barrass-
ed and goaded with the vulgar cares ofpov-
erty, it was glori6ed also with conscious geni-
us. He could retreat from the vexations of
the world to the sanctuary of his enriched
imagination, and there, amid all the evils of
his outward condition, he could find in poe
try its own exceeding great reward. This
was a consolation which even his couDtry's
coldness could not dim. The fires of adver
sity only burned among the dross; and in
the midst of all walked, unseen, the white
winged angel. - NJ. }. W.
Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1857-04-23
THE MYSTERIES OF THE LAWN Main

THE MYSTERIES OF THE LAw.-In Maine
at the term of the Supreme Court now being
held at Portland, bill of indictment was
found by the grand jury against John s.
Sprague for the crime Of polygamy. The
indictment charged thatSprague, on tie llth
of September, 1854, being then and there
an unmarried man, was lawfully married to
Emily NJ. Clark, and that afterwards, on the
4th Of December, 1856, his first wife being
still living, he married Rhoda Sylvia Stew
art, thereby committing the crime Of poly,
gamy. Sprague's counsel stated to the Court
that the County Attorney was willing to ao'
NIT, and that the defence could prove, that
the alleged first marriage was not Q legal one,
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Original 4ostrg.
Written for the Yorkville Enquirer.
LINES

LINES
on THE DEATH OF A DEAR CoLLEGE-MATE.
Our silent village gently sank to rest,
The light, in every window paled but one,
And in that room young and noble breast
Was yielding-death the victory had won.
All nature seemed to mourn the torturing fate
The stars appeared, as weepers DER his bed,
And nights dark drapery swelled, as if initiate
With deep-hued sorrows for the early dead.
No long loved hand his sinking body stayed;
No dear familiar voice breathed on his ear;
No Father by him watched, nor Mother prayed,
Nor aught, that earliest youth reveres, was there
Alas! that those we love and cherish here
Friend, Father, Mother, all-shopld be away,
When Death on harpy pennons hovers near,
To prey upon earth's animated clay!
So felt nv youthful comrade when in thought,
Like the lorn Gladiator Byron sung
His ewes with one large tesr-drop over ,fraught,
And his young beauteous spirit sorrow-wrung-
He few away to childhood's home serene
Far by the rolling of Ogeeche's tide
Inhaled the dew that pearled life's morning scene,
Kissed those who now must weep for him, and
died.
So have seen some frail transplanted flower
Reject the wooing of the suns glad BEAM
Pine for its birthplace one grief-stricken hour,
Then pass away like Hopes Elysean dream.
We cage the nigitbird and it pines and dies
It's song is mute within its prison walls;
We love dear souls and they like mist arise,
And make their dwelling in cereal halls.
Roll on thy tide, Ogeeche! evermore;-
Wake with thy hymn thy peopled solitudes;-
But change thy notes to grief-oh! nevermore
Will he in youth and beauty roam thy woods!
WILLIE.
ERsK1SE COLLEGE, April 1857.
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NO.

sprague at that time being married man
and having wifeliving; in fact, tbathe had
three wives; but as the indictment was based
upon the legality of the second marriage,
which was notlegsl, it must fail. And fur.
ther, if the Government attempted to prove
that the first wife was living when Sprague
married the third one, he should object to
such evidence, as there was no such allega-
tion in the indictment. This last position
being sustained by the Court, the County
Attorney entered a mol. pros. and thus spra-
que, who was charged with having two wives,
got clear by having three.
Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1857-04-23
"Nor does old age wrinkle trace,

of whom it may justly be said in the language
of SCOTS Marmion,
'sNor does old age wrinkle trace,
More deeply than depuir,''
cursing his maker, that God before whose
dreadful tribunal he must very shortly az
without any possibility of reform-for
reason had long since fed, and appetite had
mounted the throne and was now past hurl-
ing its wretched victim into q Drunkard's
Grave! Should he look back and contem-
plate the past he can only find an aggrava-
ton of his misery, by rejecting upon the
striking contrast between what he is now,
and what he might have been; and should
he cast his longing eyes into the future, all
will be wrapt in impenetrable gloom-the
"blackness of darkness" must shut out his
gaze and sicken his heart, for the irrevocable
decree hath gone forth-"No Dranhard
shall enter the Kingdom Of Heaven !"
Here was an old lady, whose accomplish
ment of intellect and graces of manners,
qualified her for the highest circles of socie-
ty, poverty.stricken and almost frindless
whom grief and trouble had rendered hag-
gard-whose earthly prospects were not il
lumined by one single Star of Hope, and
whose Only consolation could be found in
stretching out the tendrils Of her heart be-
yond the bourne of Time into great eternity,
and entwining them about the foot of that
throne of Mercy, whose Author has said
"I will be friend to the friendless." Here
too, was a daughter whose cup of sorrow was
filled to overAowing,~ (for her husband,
whom poverty, and a family disgraced by
drunkenness, had induced. her to marry,
had recently been conveyed to prison to a.
wait felon's doom) sitting with downcast
eyes and the furrows of grief fast entrench-
ing themselves in her beautiful countenance.
But we will gently draw the curtain over this
picture-for the sorrow of that early widow
ed Heart is too sacred to be here revealed
go! hush the song and let her tears
Flow for the dream of her early years."
One more instance and our tale is told
then we will have done with the Drunkards
Home. Here was grand daughter, as grace
full as sylvan nymph-her form was round.
ed for all the bewitching arts of love, and
although not richly attired, yet Cleopatra in
her golden barge; gently reclining on her
gorgeous sofa, gliding swan-like down the
river Cydnus to the soft tones of flute and
harp, was not more lovely! Yes, here was
this beautiful girl in the first bloom of maid
en- loveliness-with countenance rendered
ten-fuld more interesting by the slight shades
of grief which played upon her exquisite fea-
lures, sitting beneath the room of cruel ad-
versity, and wasting cher sweetness on the
desert air." Is this history not applicable
to hundreds of other families even within
the borders of South Carolina?
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How TO MAKE A FoRTUNE.-Take earu-
estly hold of life, as capacitated for, and
destined to, high and noble purpose. Study
closely the minds bent for labor or profess
sion. Adopt it early, and pursue it steadily,
never looking back to the turning furrow,
but forward, to the new ground that everre-
mains to be broken. Means and ways are
abundant to every mans success, twill and
actions are rightly adapted TO them. Our
rich men and our great men have carved
their paths to fortune, and by this internal
principle principle that cannot fail tore
ward its votary, if it be resolutely pursued.
To sigh or repine over the lack of inheri-
taDce, is unmanly. Every man should strive
to be creator instead of au inheritor. He
should bequeath instead of borrow. The
human race, in this respect, want diguitysnd
discipline. They prefer to WELD the sword
of yalorous forefathers to forging their own
weapons. This is mean and ignoblespirit.
Let every man be conscious of the power in
him and the Providence over him, and fight
his own battles with his own good lance
Let him feel that it is better to earn crust
than to inherit Golfers of gold. This spirit
of self.nobility once learned, and every man
will discover within himself, under God, the
elements and capacities of wealth. He will
be rich, incstimably rich in selfresources,
and can lift his face proudly to meet the no.
blest among men.
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The INFLUENCE OF WoMAN.-It is bet
ter to pass an evening once or twice week
in lady's drawing room, even though the
conversation is rather slow, and you know
the girls songs by heart, than in a club, tav-
crn, or in the pit of theatre. All amuse-
ment of youth to which women are not ad-
mitted, rely on it, are deleterious in their
nature All men who avoid female society
have dull perceptions, and are stupid, Or have
gross tastes, and revolt against what is pure.
Your club swaggerers, who are sucking the
butts of billiard cues all night, call female
society insipid. Poetry is insipid to yoke ;
Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1857-04-23
"DIED YESTERDAY

Every day is written this little sentence
"Died yesterday" SO and so. Every day
flower is plucked from some sunny home, a
breach made in some happy circle; a jewel
stolen from some treasury of love. Each
day from the summer fields Of life, some har-
vester disappears-yea, every hour, some
sentinel falls from his post, and is thrown
from the rampats of time into the surging
waters of eternity. Even as we write, the
funeral of one who "died yesterday" winds
like winter shadow along the street. q
"Died yesterday" Who died? Perhaps
it was gentle babe, sinless as an angel,
pure as the zephyr's hymn, one whose laugh
was the gush of summer rill lettering in
the bower of roses-whose little life was
perpetual litauy, Maytime crowned with
the passion of flowers that never fade. Or,
mayhap it was youth, hopeful and gener-
ous-whose path was hemmed by flowers,
with not serpent lurking underneath-one
whose soul painted for communion with the
great and good, and reached forth with ear.
nest Struggle for the gurdeop in the distance.
But that heart is still now, he died ycster-
day."
"Dicd yesterday" A young girl, pure
as the orange flowers that elasped her fore.
head, was stricken down as she stood at the
altar and from the dim aisles of the temple,
she was borne to the "garden Of slumbers."
A tall, Drowned man, girt with the halo Of
victory, and at the days close, under his
own vine and fig tree, fell to the dust even
as the anthem trembled upon his lips; and
he, too, was laid "where the rude forefathers
of the hamlet sleep" An anged patriarch,
bowed with age and cares, even as he looked
out upon the distant hills for the coming Of
angel host, sank into dreamless slumber;
and on his door-post was written, "Died yes
day"
"Dicd yesterday" Daily men, women
and children are passing away; and hourly,
in some graveyards the soil is flung upon
the dead. As often in the morn, We find
some flower that blushcd sweetly, in the sun
set, has witbered up forever, so daily, when
we rise from the bivouac to stand against
our posts, we miss some brother soldier,
whose cherry cry in the sieges and struggles
of the past has been as fire from Heaven up
on our hearts.
Each day some pearl drops from the jew
ell thread of fricudship-some Tyre to which
we have been want to listen, has been hush
cd forever. But wise is he who nouns not
the pearl and music lost, for life with him
shall pass away gently as an eastern shadow
from the hill, and death be triumph and
gain.
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aS Those who touch vermillion become
red, and those who touch ink become black.
So people take their characters from their
companions. --.a. O..
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life, tottering on the very brink of the tomb;
of whom it may justly be said in the language
of SCOTS Marmion,