Huntingdon Journal

              THE JOUBIVAI..
'OWE   COUNTRY,   OWE   COWSTITUTIOH, ONE    D^STIRT."
Vol. TII, No. 29.]
HUNTINGDON, PENNSYLVANIA, WEDNESDAY,iULY 27, 1843.
PUBLISHED BY
THiODORE H. CREMER.
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THE HUNTINGDON JOURNAL.
•Ow country, one constitution, cne destiny.'
¦¦Dlingdon, July 87, 1848.
17* The " Watchman" of the 13th inst. contains a communication from General A. P. Wilson, in which he makes sundry alle¬ gations against General S. Miles Green, in reference to the election for Major Gen¬ eral. We can, of course, not speak of the ftreclae motives of the author of the commu¬ nication referred to ; but il we are permitted to Judge from the avidity with which the Loco toco presses in this Congressional DlsTHlCT simtch up the said communication and lay it before their readers, their inten¬ tion, at least, must be to make/io/if/fa/ capi¬ tal oat of a matter that even if true, would be very small.
The foUowing communication in answer to tbe one spoke* of, we received «n 'Puesday CTeoing of last week, too late for publication In our paper of the next day. In reply to Oeinrral Wilson, General Green holds forth «» follows:
T. H. Cbemeb, EiK].
Heab Sir—a friend lias just drawn my attention to a commu- nVcatitn in the " Dcmocralic Watchman" «l the 18th inst., over the signature of A. P. Wilson. In this, the General seems lo lake the result of the recent election for Major Ueneral of'.he lOlh division, rather in dvdgeon, and refers to me, in no appar¬ ent gootl humor, as the cause; and, as I infer, imputes unfair dealing towards him •••and by me loo. Why my friend. Gen¬ era! Wilson, feels thus towards me, I canoitt tell, unless, it may be, that I am cn trttromprowisin^and undcvialing IVhig —a domestic manufacturer, and a jftfrt/^'j Tttan,—-and he the reverse 11 But this should not excite animosity, or call lorth hitter feelings, in privale life.
The occurrences atthe election referred (o, 80 far as I can recollect, are these :— I met Major Caldwell, in obedience tothe law, anil hia notif cation, at Mr. Hazlett's Tavern, on the 4th of July, about 12 M. tn Ihe course ofa few hours after, eight or ten officers made their appearance, from fhe different sections of the Brigade. It was then asked by some of them, who are the candidates? General Potter was na- ,. med, also General W'ilson; by whom I do tiot recollect. But this I do recollect, that Major Miller, from Boalsburg, said Ae would not vole for Mr. Poller, but ivould vote for the " man in Huntingdon,'' »1a: General Wilson. Others mentioned Ihat Major Smith, of Centre couniy. was a candidate,,&c. During this time I was sitting at A table wilh Major Caldwell, in the election room 3 the Major busily en¬ gaged distributing his warrants lo the dif¬ ferent ollieers, to be handed over to con¬ stables for collection. I was drawing up •a caption lor the election returns. A question arose, should we be sworn? and if 80, who should swear us, to hold the election. As there were divers Lawyers, 5*ho were also offcera, we opined it was best to have a' Justice of the Peace; and f -W.nt ftw Esq. Law. In Ihe mcanrune, the officers were sauntering about, discussing the subject of the election, &c. When ready, some one asked for tickela—vte had none. I was asked to write some. For vliom shall 1 write 1 said L For John Potter, said one. You had better write **Bie for General Wilson, said another.-- Iflwing nnderslood that these gentlemen wer? both candidates, I did write liekels ft* both ol (hers at tIte apenal retpittt of
some of our brother officers—anii this Ibo. " unauthorized" by either General Potter or W^ilson.and not thinking it an "un¬ warrantable or uncalled for intermed¬ dling" with either of theif- names, or with¬ out any sinialcr motive ; hut as an act de grace tov/ards the gentlemen.
It IS most true, that General Wilson never intimated lo mt, that he was a can¬ didate for Major General; and it is also as true, that I never asserted that General Wilson was a candidate, from my oion knowledge. But vvho tvill pretend to say, that the question of Major General was not the pivot, upon which tbe result of the recent election for military officers, in the 2d Brigade, turned? Surely no one.— Well, what was the question f It was, wheiher General Poller should be re-elec¬ ted, or General If ilson. This was bruited about from one end of the Brigade lo the other—Irom Company to Battalion—from Baltiilion to Regiments, &c. Why, at the pulls at Birmingham?, during the pro¬ gress of the election. .Major Hell had to " mount the slump," and publicly declare that his friends were mistaken as to his predilections fur Major General, and that if re elected, Ac wjoiiWnoi vote for General Wilson; and this too, belore he could turn the current of voting in his favor although he. Major Bell, was the favorite and popular candidate!! His election wonld unquestionably have been lost, without this open and avowed declaration. It was also st,ite.l by a gentleman from 'tVilliamsburg, that General Wilson was a candiilale, if his friends jcere sure Ihey could elect him, but not otherwise!/ This idea ol my Iriend Wilson being a candi¬ date continued until after Col. Johnston, of Huntingdon, arrived, who stated that General Wilson was not a candidate, and I think Col. Stewart made the same state¬ ment. But this was after nearly all had voted. General Gates was also present, bul did not enter the election room. 1 was told he had said that Mr. Wilson was nnt noHJ a candidate. We were together for some lime, but he did not mention it to me.
'Phis succint statement I know to ba substantially correct; and as Mnjnr Cald¬ well was all ilie time present, and cogni¬ zant of the facts, acting in conjunction wilh me. I am sure he will verify it.
General Wilson doubtswhether I would have written tickets for him, if I " serious¬ ly thought"' he was a candidate!!! I most conscientiously thought he was a candidate, and thciefoie wrote tickets fur h'lm, as well as foi Mr. Potter, which were scattered promiscuously upon the table. I thought this but cominon justice, as Ma¬ jor Miller had expressed a wiah to vote for Mr. Wilton, and it had not at this time been intimated that he w.is not a candidate. If I had not written tickets, others would — and then it would have been imputed to me that I was too rancorously and bitterly inclined towards Mr. Wilson, so much so asnotc«eii<o tort/e him a ticket!! I But if. connected with these circtimttancea, wri¬ ting these tickets was wrong, then was I in error.
Novv as lo my leelings towards General Wilson, I have none of animosity. He has always treated me pfrsonaWy as a gen¬ tleman, with politeness and distinction; nnd I feel assured, that he will do me the justice to s.iy, that I have so treated him. I know vvhere the General lives, and 1 hope 1 am not so obscure as not to be known to him.
S. MILliS GREKN.
Barree Forge, July 19. 1842.
[WnoiE No. 341.
To Travellers and the Public.
'Phe undersigned citizens of Hunting¬ don and its vicinity adopt this method to put the public upon their guard, and to warn them of the danger of travelling on the Packet Boat commanded by a certain Jacob Leibhart. and thus publicly assign their reasons, believing it to be tho duty of every citizen to inform their friends, of any facts which will secure thein from difficulty and danger.
We were passengers, on a boat charter¬ ed to Cirry the Ladies and Gentlemen of our place to the Convention at Alexandria, (which boat paid the same rate of toll as the Packet.) On our retarn the Packet commanded b^ Leibhart, w.is behind; and
under his instructions his driver commen¬ ced iin unavailing attempt to overtake, and pass us. while Ihe continued applica¬ tion of the whip showed their want of feeling for their horses. Al Morrison's Lock, an upward-bound boat kept us Irom getting into the lock until the packet came along side and occupied the towing path side of the entrance, (never before having come wilhin the prescribed distance for freight boats) and thus hindered our boat from getting furlher into tha lock, (it was already partly in.) The Captain and his crew, (worthy associates of s?<cA a Cap¬ tain,') took the bow line of their boat on shore, and each brandished a bowie knife or dirk, the cominon weapons of cowards and assassins. Threatening instant death to any who should altempt to put them back that our boat might enter. The chivalrous rnptain of the Packet having sent his negro cook to his boat lu arm him¬ self with the carving knives, took a retired position behind his " knights of the dag¬ ger," and prated loudly of his claims to the character ol a genlleman.
After a long time spent, in ruffian threats and vile blackguardism, and find¬ ing that we could and would, without any fear of their knives peaceably maini tain our posiliun, the Captain "backed his boat" and gave us ihe lock. When our boat was leaving the lock and while under the bridge immediately beluw the lock. Ihe Captain, or some of his miscre¬ ant crew, drew the wickets, and by the swell raised, lifted our boat, (on the deck of which were scores of men, women and children) up against the bridge. No pen can describe the scene! One appalling crash—one general and heart-rending cry ol terror told that, unless the hand of God was there, their demoniac work of death was complete ; ami while the air was filled with Ihe cries of the sared for 'heir friends, and with the groans, and screams ol the old and young, who were crushed into a living mass beneath the bridge, this inhuman and fiend-like band raised a yell of triumph, and with the grim laugh of demons told with what joy and gratification they would gloat over the bruised and mangled bodies of the killed and wountled, and the mental anguish of their friends. An over-ruling Providence guarded the right. No material iiyury was sustained, and the rejoicing of the Bends wns turned to mourning.
Thus publicly we relate the facts, that travellers and their friends may know, that if they vvould travel secuie fromseeneaof guilly strife and blood-shed, they inustseek safely and quiet on the boats of Captains Morton, Elliot. Rassel or Hoft'man, none of whose furmer crews now tell their talcs of guilt and blood, to the silent walls ofthe Penitentiary cell, John Read. G. Dorsey,
W. B. Zeigler.        E. V. Everhart, D, Buoy, David Long,
A. IL Bumbaugh,    It. S. Seeds, v. Swoope, A. II. Benedict,
n m. Africa, A. E. Benedict, &
Jacob Cresswell, two children,
D. McMurtrie, Jr.   C. M. McCabe, 11 illiam Hall, A. M. Armitage,
Jumea Livezly. Jemima tPliittuker,
J. Gwin, Mary Raymond,
Thos. Read, Martha Carmon,
Hugh Kelly, A. Bumbaugh,
Geo. B. Peck, A. AL Hagey,
John Westbrook,      Hannah Faha, John C. Smith,        Henrietta McCabe, [fm. Hazzard, Mariah King,
Joseph Rigger, Elizabeth Read,
Calherin AicCollem,
jy* The male portion of those Who were passengers on the boat " Washinglonian" on the 4th, subsequently held two meetings in the CoUrt House in this place, for the pur¬ pose of expressing their views on the occur¬ rences at Morrison's lock.' At the latter of said meetings it was resolved that the above manijesto be signed by the passengers and publiihed.	
There is a man somewhere, who boldly avows that his wife must have been one td the original apostles—because, he says, she has got the "gift nf tongues" in an almost supernatural manner.
A person choked with a potatne ivill find relief by swallowing a pumpkin.
Ideality.—An uld bachelor talking of singU btessediiMS.
Short Fateni $!ermon.
BV " DOW. ra."
The following stanza by H. T. Tucker- man, will compose my tc.it for the present occasion:
Give me the boon oflove?
Fame's trumpet .strains depart; But love's sweet lute breathes melody
'Phat lingers in the heart; And the scroll of fame will bum
When sea and earth consume, But the rose of love in a happier sphere.
Will live in deathless bloom 1
My hearers—pure love, love without licentiousness or sensuality, is manufac¬ tured by the angels in heaven expressly for this terrestrial market. It is a glori¬ ous thing for us that a friendly intercourse is slill maintained in relation to this in¬ dispensable commodity: for without love, we should be as morose and miserable as an old maid without tea. It keeps the heart moist with the genial dews of .nffec- tion—-renders soft and pliable the purity of pity—and calls up spirits of compassion from the vasty deep ol human selfishness. I know there are sotne who prefer lame to love--who h.id rather plunge headlong into perdition with the world's appl.ausc, than push for paradise alone and unnoti<. ced. But my friends, why should they make a fever in the brain, and set their blood boiling fsr the sake of gaining a wreath whose green leaves shull but dec¬ orate a withered brow, and wave above a bosom barren in peace and comfort ? Give me the boon ol love! I had much rather " lay oil" and bask in the warm sunshine of artection. than to be led by crazy ambi¬ tion to the top of the mounla'i.i. where cold winds rave nnd everlasting snows encom¬ pass. Oh. I had ra'.ler Ican upon the breast that beats responsive to mine, and feast upnn kisses, than sit pavillioDed up¬ on a knightly throne and be pricked by the pins of care, an object of fear and lavor, but not oflove.
My friends—renown is but a linllnw sound that echoes Ihrough the silent halls of ileath. where it dies away, and is heard no more; The path ul fame is a dreary and dangerous one—niiW lending through a iilooiiiy vale of disappoinimenl, and now bordering upon precipices and (langerous chasms; down whicii one mny tumble ere he is aware ol it, and break himself into so many small pieces, that while one eye is hunting after his noae. the other could go to sleep for an hour, and wake up in time 'o see it properly adjusted. One single Wild llower plucked from the path of love --no matter how lowly or humble it niay be—looks prettier and smells sweeter than the brightest blossom ambition ever culled from the hot house ol fame. There is as much dilfcrence between the two as there is between a toadstool and the hanil«omcst hollyhocks that grow spontaneously on Ihe outskirts of heaven. O. then give me the boon ol love. The will-o-wisp of fame shines at a distance with a cold, phosfor- escent glow, amid the logs of doubt and uncertainly ; but the glow of love is near and cheering. It gradually warms a per¬ son all over, from one extremity to the other—thav^'s out feelings of tenderness Ihat have lain congealed in a long winter ot misanthropy—and every now and then drops a new spark on the tinder of his affections. One tender glance from the bright eye of beauty, in a cold day. will throw caloric enough into the soul to keep the body warm for a week; and our ther» mometers of joy and pleasure will stand upon an average at fever heat. But the flame of glory, my friends, burns fltlully and scorchingly for a tew moments upon the funeral pyre of man's happiness, nnd then leaves him surrounded by tho mid¬ night darkness ol the trnnbi
My dear friends—give me bnt the buon oflove, and I will ask no other. 'Phere is no more music in the wild harsh trumi pet strains of fame, than there is in a wo¬ man's whistling. 'Phey resound for a while over mountain and plain, rousing toads, li'zzards and loafers to peep from their holes in wonder and astonishment— and then depart forever; but the soft, sweet lute of love, breathes heaven-born melody, that lingers in the bosom when bereft of all other enjoyment, and causes the heart-strings to vibrate with joy, even at the door of the tomb. When the snows of age shall settle upon us, and lile's land¬ scape looks sad and dreary—when the .<ong of mirth and jolity have ceased to please—the recollection of love's early music will awaken such pleasing echoes in our bosoms, as shall oft cause us to for¬ get that we are old. and arc not able lo properly ajipreciate what we so lavishly admire. Though the winter of our exist¬ ence shall have set in upon us, and the trees uf our youth shall have been sliippcd of Its verdure, the leaves of love vvill start Inrt'i anew in the warm sun of memory— and they will flourish for a short time as Iresh and fair as though they wcpe not soon, soon to be destroyed by frosts of forgcirulness.
My hearers—seek not for fame. lis scroll will be burnt to ashes, when the du«l of vour bodies shall mingle with its origi¬ nal rfusti but s««k  for lovs—for that
abidclh forever. When this world of ours shall be shipwrecked upon the unknown shore of eternity—when combustion shall take place, and all things perish amid the sinful wreck of matter—Love, immortal Love, shall Phocnix-like rise Irom herown ashes, and wing her way to those realms of glory, where Honoi has no seal—where Fame is stripped of her laurels—and where the steam of Ambition is blown olTforever. Look for the rose of love, my Iriends. in the garden of virtup. Pluck it—place it in your bosom—vvater it with the tears of affection—and i;, will never fade. Its per¬ fumes will never be exhausted—its leaves will never fall—and not a petal vvill with¬ er. It will continue in deathless bloom through countless ages of eternity, in a betler sphere than this; that is to say. if it is never expnsed to the storms of ne- gleet, nor wilted before th'j burning of dis¬ sipation.   So mote It be.
The Value ofthe Soiii.
Leaving, for a moment, Ihe littleness ofthe present day, let us return our minds to a loftier sphere, and a nobler theme.
Lon"before the Gospel was preached by the fishermen of Gallilee. the tribes on tlie earth seta high value upon Ihe human soul, and decreed t the rifled casket, the dea.l body of man, the rites of sepulchre.
Was this becane the human dust was any better than olher dust? because the beetles that fed upon the lip of manly beauty and maiden loveliness were differ, ent Irom the ones that penetrated the carcase of the antelope or the fawn ? No. Eut because the temple, once inhabited by a god. was deemed to be a consecrated place, and sapcrstilioi: and ignorance, united with learning and religion, to trea¬ sure up its ashes. Hence, fhe pyramid, with its embalmed Pharaohs ; hence, the tumeli in Asiaand America; hence, the swinging coffins of the North American savages.
The old Irish, when an infant smiled in its sleep, believed that the angels were whispering to it of the joys of Heaven, and looked on in awe-struck silence.— Through the Scandinavian inythoIo";y, the immortality ol the soul, and the value ofit. are seen like things slightly hinted at. but not positively asserted. The In¬ dian,? of Oceanica, before a sai! ever whitened the blue bays of their lovely is^ lands, worshipped God by symbol?, Biid sang requiems to Ihe spirit of their dead.
Wan, Iroin the beginning, in darkness and light, in ignorance and learning, has valued the soul.
No animal takes care ol its neighbor's carcase. 'Phe silkworm weaves its silken shroud, it is true, but it does it to preserve life, and put on. in the shape of the but¬ terfly, ihe gorgeous livery of Heaven.— Man, only, saves the ashes of his species.
If the soul is not immortal, what sense¬ less mockery it is to build a monument to its memory.
And can men, in the 19lh century, be. lieve that they will die like cattle, and be changed into grass, to be eaten by others? Horrible thought! O, if it vvas not for the belief that in a brighter world the poor and the suflering vvould reap their rewald, who vvould live?
Would a man suffer a year, to be .inni- hilatedattheendof it? Would he starve on, to die and be lorgotten? The soul, then, is of immense vaT'je—it has worth in places where nothing else has intrinsic value—It is worshipped where God is scarcely vVorshipped in any lorm. The red man believes it will be a swift hunter upon the flowery prairies of Paradise; the Mahoinedan believes it will be a 'Purk. luxuriantly smoking the sacred hooker in aharcin of liouris; the Christian believes it will be a bright creature, in robes of pu¬ rest white, striking a golden harp to the seraph's voice around the throne of God.- The whole world value it. It keeps men from sel I-destruction, and brings joy lo the vale of tears. 'Phe winter and the spring show that afler death there will dawn a brighter life, and the v/ater that goes up in the clouds and comes down in crystal showers, painted with the bright colors ofthe rainbow, proves that troubled spirits may be raised from the earth in tempests, and returned in purity and glory.
Let tho politician and the worldling then act in characler with such a soul.— He that is to live forever should begin life vvell, for old men seldom become converted to new courses in the autumn of life, ond habit, like a fetter, will bind the most reslless spirit dovvn.
" George Washington Napoleon Jack* son Hannibal Harrison?"
" Ma'am!"
" 'Pell Josephine Rosina Cleopatra to bring up the slop pail."
" Yes, ma'am."
" And don't let me catch you playing with Jack Jones again. Huw olten have I told you never to phty with a boy that had but two names, and particularly such a vulgar name as JhcV. iemft."—N. Y. Aurorn.
iTIatriinonial Anecdotti.
The Rev. Mr. O , a respectable
clergyman in the interior of the State, re¬ lates the following anecdote:—A couple came to him to get married ; after the knot was lied, the bridegroom addres.«ed him with—"How much do you ax. MislerT"
"Why," replied the clergyman, "I generally take whatever may be ofl'ered lo mc. Sometimes more and sometimeB less.    I leave it to the bridegroom."
" Ves—bul how much do you ax, 1 say?" repeated the happy man.
" I have just said," returned the cler¬ gyman, "that I left it to the decision of the bridegroom. Some give me ten dollars | some five ; some three ; some tvvo ; 80TO» one ; and some only a quarter of one."
"A quarter, ha?" said the britlfr* groom ; " well, that's as reasonable as a budy could ax. Let mo sec if I've got the money." He lookout his pocket book, there was no money there ; he fumbled ia all his pockets, but nut a sixpence could he find. "Dangit." said he, I thought I had some money with me ; but I recollect, now. 'twas in my trowscrs pocket. Hcto ty, have you such a thing as two shillingB about ye?"
"Me f'said Ihebridcy with a mixtaro of shame and indignation—"lam aston* ished at yc, to come here without a cent of money to pay It! If I'd known il alore, I wouldn't come a step with yej yon might h.ive gone alone to be married lor all me,"
•''5fes. but consider, Hetty." said tho bridegroom, in a soothing lone, "we're married now,and it cant be helped; if you have got such a thing aa a couple of shillings-^"
" Here, take 'em," interupted the an'' gry bride, who, during the speech, hart been searching in her woik bag.; " aml,^ don't you." said she, with a significant motion nf her finger, " don't you »crve mo another sich a trick!"
A. Beautiful Girl.—We use thai word beautiful in a moral sense, though it may be equally applicable in any other.— When great efforts were making in Bal¬ timore to relieve the destitute situation of the Orphans boys in Ihe Asylum a beauti¬ ful and interesting little girl, hearing tho destitute situation ofthe orphan boys, in¬ sisted upon disposing of her lillle pets, tha proceeds ol which, together with other sums collected through her nnremitliiig exertions, amounting in all lo $C5, wera presented in person to the treasurer of the Asylum, Iler pure and infant feelinBletl her fo pursue the course recommended by our Saviour lo the young man who. barr¬ ing kept all the commandments, asked— "What lack I yet?" Jesus said unto him—" If thou wilt be perfect, go and sell that thou hast and give lo the poor, and thou shall have treasure in heaven."
Shusler) the PardtnieA Jfiurdercr.
The Spirit ofthe 'Pimes gives the fol¬ lowing evidence of the misplaced clemen¬ cy ol'Gov. Porter, in pardoning this maa for the murder of his wife. It vvas repre¬ sented that he Vvas penitent—that he had became religious—that the Rer. Asher Moore, his spiritual adviser, had thorough¬ ly altered his mental character—that h» would remain in prison a tew montlis vol¬ untarily, and then be sent by his wealthy relations to the Oregi-n 'Pcrritory, or on a three or live years cruise in the"U. S. ser¬ vice, under an assumed name, in order to aflord him a chance of retrieving his char- aoter. What is the result? Shuster is at large, and is nightly seen frequently in Small sireet, and the other most disgrace- iul purlieus of the city, in company vvith the most abandoned females anil old con¬ victs. Lafferty, who was arrested on Monday night last, for discharging two pistols at an " unloriunate*'girl, is a reg¬ ular associate of Shuster just n.ivv—the girl fired at has been Shuster's_/7//e dejoU for the last week or so—and Hie place in which slie vvas fired at was not more than A square Irom the scene of Shuster's murder of his wife! We vvould nst be surprised if vvilh lii.i present associations, coupled vvith his knowledge of the Executive clem¬ ency, he were to commit another murder verv soon. Who would be answerable tor'it?
Mandamus Case i.n New Tork.— The Couit of Errors in New 1'ork, com¬ posed of the Senate, the Chancellor, ire., has unanimously confirmed the decision of the Supreme Court, in declaring that the ^Vlligs vvere right in claiming seats in the Cominon Council ot the city of New York, and of course, the action upon an- pointments areall suslained. and the ftoU* oDfr gentleman vvill have to let go.
The Patrotism of a nation consists ia love and attachment to her laws and m- slitutions. When these die pati-otirat (lies. No war is so much to be dreaded DS that whicii gr.'WB oul of disgHlit of ftar institutiunk.