Danvers Eagle & Whig Newspapers, 1844-1845, Part 15

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dating two gentlemen of his household. His deportment in life was not plain, nor was it at all pompous, for no man was more

cold and unfeeling world, "He remembers devoid of ostentation than himself; his style her artless mannors, her confiding love however, gave universal satisfaction to all classes in the community; and, his histori- an has informed us, was not adopted for personal gratification, but from devotion to her sweet and thrilling tones of affection, and even self is forgotten his very nature seems changed, and with lowhiness of spirit he names the name of his Father in heav- his country's welfare, Possessing a desir- en, trusting to meet her amidst the radiant able statue, an erect frame, and superad- - band of angels and archangles which sur- round the Throne.

ded a lofty and sublime countenance, he never appeared in public without arresting A sister's love, what has it not accom- the reverence and admiration of the behol- plished, what can it not endure? It will der, and the stranger who had never be- suffer wrong and reproach without a mur- fore seen him, was at the first impression mur or a tear, to shield the loved one from convinced it was the President who deligh- the slightest breath of injury; it will con- ted him."?

A SISTER'S LOVE. As'a spirit of purity she folds her wings

quer every obstacle, overcome every diffi- cultys no self-sacrifice is too great to grat- aroundos, and in her soft breathings of ify the wishes or , ensure the cgood of its love is forgetfulness of pain, sickness, and fobject. It is a spirit of purity in a sinful world to regenerate and bless. sorrow. The dark and lowering clouds that were hovering over us are dissolved in Thanks be to the Giver of every good. for the inestimable gift of a Sister's Love. vapory mists, the " barbed arrow ", loses its strings; the bleeding heart is healed by a touch from the magic hand, "and we "go forth again in the enjoyment of a new and blissful life ...

THE STUFFED CAT.

An old chiffonter (or rag picker) died in Paris in a state of the most abject poverty All things are then beautiful. The blue arch of the heavens seems more glorious, the sunlight falls with a softer and more gentle influence upon every tree and shrub and opening flower, and the whole earth is fled with lovelineys." The mind revels.in the blissful enjoyment of all within and a= His only relation was a niece, who lived as a servant with a green grocer. The girl al- ways assisted her uncle as far as her slen- der means would permit. When she learn- ed his death, which took place suddenly, she was on the point of marriage with a journeyman baker, to whom she had long round. Like the fleecy clouds in the calm been attached. The nuptial day was fix- of a summer sun-set-sky, we float along in the atmosphere which surrouuds us. . All ed, but Suzette had not yet bought her wedding clothes. She hastened to tell her then is good; for the hallowed influences of lover that the marriage must be deferred; the being whose spell is upon ns, has im- parted a portion of her truth to every crea- she wanted the price of her bridal finery, to lay her uncle decently in the grave," Her mistress ridiculed the idea, and exhor- ted her to leave the old man to be buried by charity. "Suzette refused. The con- sequence was a quarrel, in which the young woman lost at once her place and her lover, who sided with her mistress.

ted thing. The heart unconsciously rises from the beauty and goodness of all things created to their Creator, and, with expan- ding powers and brightening vision, we gaze upon the glorious scenes there opened to our view, and drink of the well-spring of life" the fountain of purity and truth. And

what has accomplished all this? What has thrown back the shadowy and gloomy veils, dispelled the mist of darkness and thrown over all a mantle of light, imparting to us

where her uncle had expired, aud by the sacrifice, not only of her wedding attire, but nearly all the rest of her slender ward- robe, she had the old man decently inter-

a spirit that shall guide us in flowery paths, terminating only in unending day? It is red. Her pious task fulfilled, she sat a- lone in her uncle's room weeping bitterly, the soothing, elevating, purifying spirit of when the master of her faithless lover, a

a Sister's Love. It is with us in every sphere, it clings around us in our early

"So my Suzette, I find you have lost years, and time but entwines its tendrils your place! " said he, " I am come to of- closer and more close as it increases in

fer you one for life. Will you marry me?" strength and beauty.

"I sir! You are joking. "No faith, I want a wife, and I'm sure

can't find a better."

TAILORING ESTABLISHMENT, "But every body will laugh at you for marrying a poor girl like me." "Oh! if that is your only objection, we The subscriber has taken the building, corner of Main and Wallis sts., formerly known as the Whig News Room;) where he intends carying on the above business in'all'mts various branches. . He would inform the citi -; ens of the place, and vicinity, that he has had great ex- derence in the CUTTING and FINISHING DE- PARTMENTS, having worked in many of the princi- shall soon get over it; come, come along, my mother is prepared to receive you.". Suzette hesitated no longer, but she wished to take with her a memorial of her deceased uncle; it was a cat he had had pal cities in the United States and British North America. Having always been very successful in FIT- TING his customers, he feels fully justmed in promis-

for many years. The old man was so fond of the animal, that he was determined that ing as good a COAT as can be had in . Boston or else- even death should not separate them, for where. Z. THOMPSON, South Danvers, Aug 28, tf 1 DRAPER & TAILOR.

he had her stuffed and placed her on the tester of his bed.

Ask the weary, suffering invalid, who it is that most kindly smooths the pillow, holds the reviving cordial to his burning lips, an- ticipates his every wish, and, by many an endearing att, renders even the bed of suf- fering one of comparative enjoyment? and with the quickness of thought his eye turns to the fond, affectionate sister in whose sympathy and tenderness he knew there was no variation. The heart is too full; thick coming memories crowd too fast to clothe themselves in words, but that glance has told a tale of patient watchings and un- tiring love far more eloquent than lan- guage:

Gentle being if there were a name dear- A's Suzette took down puss, she uttered an exclamation of surprise at finding her so heavy. The lover hastened to open the an mal, when out fell a shower of gold." er or purer than Sister! it should be thine, There's none lovelier. There is a sweet, submitting influence in the name of sister which penetrates the innermost recesses of There were a thousand Louis concealed the heart, touching the secret chords of our in the body of the cat, and this sum, which the old miser had starved himself to amass became the just reward of the worthy girl and her disinterested lover. mysterious being, drawing forth the sweet- est tones of harmony and love. Go within the dark confines of your prison walls to the prisoner's gloomy cell, and if he has ever know a sister's love, stoop and whisper but WASHINGTON'S STYLE OF LIVING .- While Washington resided in New York, as President, the Commercial Advertiser informs us the name and the throbbing heart and speaking eye will tell of the vibrations he is again in the home of his innocent childhood; his parents look upon him with pride and affection; but there is one with a light airy step who is bounding to meet him-her

"He seldom walked the streets-his public recreation was in riding. When ac- companied by Mrs. Washington, he rode arms are entwined about his neck- her warm breath is upon his cheek; he is sub- dued, the stern unrelenting criminal is no

in a carriage drawn by six horses, with two ness, to be favored with a share of public patronage.

NATHANIEL JACKSON, Stone Cutter, No. 11 St. Peter Street, Salem. Marble Monuments, Tomb Stones, Grave Stones, Tables and Counter Tops, Hearths, d-o. of every de- scription can be had from foreign or do mestic Mar- ble. at the shortest notice and the lowest cash prices. Salem, Angust 28, 1844.

BYRON'S CITY LUNCH,

No. 2, ,MARKET COURT, SALEM. The above Estabhshinent is now'in fine order for the reception of the public. MEATS, POULTRY, GAME, FisH, etc., served up at all times, on the plan of Mod- ern Eating Houses. Friends of Temperance, visiting this establish- ment, will not be annoyed byt he fumes of Alcohol. Salem, Aug 28 0 1 7.

W. D . JOPLIN AUCTIONEER NEARLY OPPOSITE THE MONUMENT, DANVERS.

SYMONDS & TEEL.

young good looking man entered.

She hastened to the miserable, garret,

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DANVERS, WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 23, 1844.

No. 9.

PUBLISHED EVERY WEDNESDAY, ial soul of man,) must die. Welook around BY SAMUEL T. DAMON

us to day, and behold the earth is beauti- EDITOR AND PROPRIETOR No. 1, Allen's Building, Danvers, Mass. fully clad in the rich verdant garments of spring. The trees are just putting forth their leaves; the fields are decked with AT ONE DOLLAR PER ANNUM, IN ADVANCE, smiling flowers the woods resound with All Letters, Communications, &c. for the " EA- GLE," must be directed to the Publisher, POST PAID. . The " Eagle " is an INDEPENDENT NEUTRAL PAPER. devoted to the cause of hninanity, and the wel- fare of the merchant, the farther, the mechanic, and men in every station of life. the music of birds, and the joyous laughter of children, and every thing as far as the eye can reach, seems full of life and activi -. ty. But Io! there comes a change over the bright face of Nature. The grass with- L' Six copies to one address, five dollars. ers the flowers fade-the trees become leafless, and the music of the birds is hush- b Advertisements inserted ou reasonable terms. ed. Why is this change? and what may ORIGINAL POETRY. it be called? Some call it autumn-I call For the Danvers Eagle. it death; - and that it is sent to teach us that we too must die.

TO N. P. WILLIS.

Well may the world be proud of thee; Thine is a pen of fire;

Thy soaring thoughts burst forth as free As music from the lyre;

When a master spirit sweeps the strings, And back from the shades his hero brings.

When with anger thy soul is moved, : By envy's cunning wiles; To see the deep and subtle hate, She hides beneath her smiles; To hear her speak in cold disdain, Of those bright gifts she may not claim

'Tis then thy eloquence in stern, Deep tones, like thunder breaks, From thy inspired fips, until The guilty heart with terror quakes,

At the true picture thy pen portrays, Upon which sin dares mot calmly gaze.

'Tis then thy strength of mind is seen, ' Fis then thy talents shine;

Illum'd by virtue's holy light- "Magnificent, sublime.

'Tis then that truth's refulgent light, Shines forth in all her power and might.

When pity is thy theme, or grief, Thy glowing sympathy Touches gently the blending heart, And throws the cheering ray Of an immortal hope, with skilfull zeal, Round death's form, his terrors to con- ceal.

When love thy bosom warms, thy song Is passionately fond;

And breathed in strains so low and sweet, It melts e'en hatred's bond;

Bidding the angry voice of sin be still, Nor more with bitter thoughts, its victim fill.

Yea, thou can'st thrill the heart with joy, Or blanch the cheek with dread; Leading through flow'ry fields, thy guests, On fancy's pinions sped;

The laurels which thy brow entwine, Are worth an age of toil and pain. Danvers, Oct. 22. P. S. P.

For the Danvers Eagle.

MR. EDITOR :-- The following piece is one of my school compositions, written sev- eral years since. If you think it worthy of a place in the Eagle, it is at your service. DEATH.

Death! Death! what art thou? We hear thee in the falling leaf, We see thee on the blooming rose, ho We feel thee in our hearts, Oh death !: Yet none thy nature knows.

Death is written upon every object in manent happiness. Then shall we be able creation, whether animate or inanimate, all to say, all and each of us, I fear thee not, things that God has made (save the immor- Oh Death.

A. P. S. P.

AN AFFECTING STORY.

tion or the coloring of fancy Twelve

It was in the year 183 --- that a gentleman months from the period at which our story distinguished for his talents and intellect-

ual abilities, suddenly resolved to abandon

the habits of intemperance to which he had long been addicted. He was a remarkable and extraordinary man. His talents were

of the first order, and his attainments were of the most extensive character. In per-

To teach us, man, yea, haughty man, In all his strength and pride,

Must wither as the flowers do, Which blossom by his side.

Yes, the reddest cheek must turn pale- the brightest eye be closed in death- the fairest form laid in the silent grave-the dearest ties of earthly love and friendship, be torn asunder. What a sad picture this would be to present to the minds of the young, the gay and the thoughtless, if we had nothing to offer. Well might they shrink back with horror from the grave, who view death as something to dread and flee from. But it is not so! we have some- thing better! "The grave is not man's rest- ing place.nor

He bas a home above the sky

A home where flowers never die,

A home where friends no more. will part, A home for every bleeding heart.

Why then should we be so unwilling to. leave this world of sin and sorrow? Why wish to delay entering into that rest which our Heavenly Father has prepared for us? Why be so afraid of death! There are reasons, it is true, why we should wish to delay our journey to another world, more especially when we are young. But they are few, and when taken into consideration with the evils attendant on old age, they seem as nothing.

Look at the lovely maiden, whose charms are just bursting into womanhood, and tell me if she will be more willing to die twen- ty-five years from this time, than she is now! O yes, you say, she will then be old, the rose will have faded from her cheek, her step will have lost its elasticity, and the brightness of her eye will be dimmed by the bitter tears of sorrow ..

Life to her will have lost half its charms, the world its allurements-the flowers their beauty, and the fields their . vendure. All this is true; but if she loves the world less, she will love her friends more; if life loses its charms, death will become more dread- full and revolting; if she has parents and friends to love now, she will perhaps have a husband and children to love then, and from this very faet it appears to me that an early death should be desired rather than shrunk from. But why should we fear

death at all? Why call it the king of ter-

rors, and shroud the tomb in darkness !- There is no good reason why we should fear to lie down our clayey tabernacles to mingle with their kindred dust-it is what we all must do, sooner or later. Let us seek to make death a familiar subject. Let us compare the grave to a valley, through which we must pass in order to enjoy per-

beastly state of intoxication, with a jug of the fatal poison at his head-a more dia- apostrophised it thus: "O how I have lov- tressing and heart-rending scene cannot possibly be conceived- it was one calculat- ed to draw tears from the most adamantine soul. There lay the man whose lofty in- tellect and splendid talents were well suit- ed to adorn a senate or rule a nation, a. victim to the intoxicating draught that had destroyed thousands.

ed thee, thou enticing and misery-dispens- ing spirit ; thou hast been my bosom com -- panion from morn till might and from night, till morning. I have loved thee with a love surpassing thatof women, and I have griey- ed as a mother grieves over the dead body of her child, when I found that the spirit of. the bottle had departed; but I have found That

What has just been described is no fic- thee deceptious and ungrateful. tion. It is truth without the aid of imagina- didst destroy my reputation, thou didst rob

commences, on a cold winter evening, might be scen in a beautiful, snug little parlor, sitting on a sofa, the same gentleman, dress- ed in a manner which indicated that he bad not quite fallen a martyr to that poverty which is the invariable result of that habit to which he had been addicted, His brow was thoughtful, and an acute observer might Those perceive a shade of melancholy pass over his countenance. In the same room, seat- Jed at a centre table was his wife, attired in a neat, tasteful dressy reading. beautiful children were playing in the room and their cheerful looks and comfortable clothing indicated that poverty had no resi- dence there .... This little parlor displayed indeed no tokens of wealth, but evidently showed signs of comfortable enjoyments. - Two beautiful vases adorned the mantel piece, and underneath was seen the vivid light of an animating coal fire, before which on a rug, lay a favourite dog, who seemed to participate in the happiness which ap- peared to pervade the apartment." The wife looked up, and casting a glance at her husband, observed a gloominess of counte- nance which at once riveted her attention, She closed the book she had just been read- ing, and going to him, threwHer arms round his neck, and tenderly inquired it any thing had disturbed hin It was some

But alas ! time before he made her any reply, and then said, " My dear, I must have half a pint of brandy.

The wife became immediately agitated; and in solicitous accents besought him not. to send for that poison which had formerly been nearly his ruin She who but a few moments before had been realizing the feel- ings of perfect security, was now convuls- ed with sorrowful anticipations that a re- newal of her husband's former pernicious habit was to take place. Her bosom heav- ed with alarm, and as the tears gushed from her eyes, she implored him whoin she had loved and adhered to with a devoted fideli- ty, through good and evil report, in dis- grace and in poverty, that he would not a+ gain tempt, by a single indulgence, a re+ currence to habits which must destroy their present felicity, and forever anhiliate their' future hopes. The children partook of the: sorrow of their mother; they left their in- nocent amusements, and with tears in their eyes, begged their papa not to get any more of that stuff which made them poor and their mamma cry. But the husband. seemed; insensible to the affectionate re= monstrances of his wife, and the artloss persuasions of his children. His eldest daughter, who, on former occasions hod gone on this errand, was now compelled to go on this; the brandy was obtained, and his wife looked with a fearful and painful foreboding upon the decanter which con- tained the fatal poison. He looked upon the brandy, and approaching the table with a chair, he sat down and took the decenter

A more affecting scene can hardly be imagined than that which occurred on a cold and bleak day in December, when the mother was seen pressing an infant to her breast crowding to a few embers that still remained on the hearth. Several small children surrounded her, crying with the cold and begging their mother to give them some bread, but alas! she had none to give them. Along side in one corner, covered with a worn out rug, lay the husband in a in his hand; he held it up to the light, and observed how beautiful its color, He then

son he was handsome, and possessed every exterior grace that could please or attract the eye. His manners were of the most pleasing and fascinating kind, and his con- versation was of that varied and elegant nature, that his company was in every con- dition of society desired. No man was more deeply versed in classical learning, and in the various branches of scholastic philosophy he was deeply profound. In the lighter branches of polite literature he had considerable acquirements, indeed in every branch of intellectual knowledge he was deeply read. He had been compared to Bolinbroke, who it was well known by the profoundest of his philosophy and the elegance of his manners, could grace and give a charm to the drawing room, or teach lessons of wisdom in the Academy of the Lyceum. At an early age he had married a beautiful and charming woman, and from the union of the two persons so well adapt- ed to each other, it might readily be sup- posed that the stream of happiness would continue uninterruptedly to flow.

it was soon discovered that the possession of the highest attainments, and most exalt- ed genius, afforded no security against the encroachment of a vice whose course is marked by misery and whose end is death.

For years he was a victim to this degraded and unhappy vice and from a considerable loftiness of reputation, had sunk into the character of a common drunkard. Pover- ty had entered his domicil, and he was fre- quently the subject of the most pressing want. His wife's jewelry had disappeared at the pawnbroker's, and his own extensive and valuable library had met with the same fate. Article after article of furniture had disappeared, and nothing now remained but that which was secured by the law .- His wife, who in her person had presented all that enborn point of appearance which marks health, had wasted away to a mere shadow. Her disposition which had for- merly been-lively and vivacious, was now sorrowful and melancholy. and the chil- dren exhibited the raggedness of dress, which distinguishes the offsprings of those who are intemperate.

my pocket. You gave me disease instead have heretofore looked to, every period of health, and made the heart of my wife pulsate with unhappiness. My children have wept at the ruin you entailed, and my others, for the termination of the materna house you made desolate and sorrowful .- |universe.

Twelve months have I parted from you, But it is natural to suppose that after re- peated disappointments-after one period and now I renounce you forever, thou a- gent of destruction! thou demon of despair! thou accursed alluring poison!". With had passed by, and another, and the earth that, he hoisted the window, threw the bot- still continued to turn upon its axes undis- tle into the street, and declared the victory was won. His wife rushed into his arms, joy beaming in her countenance. She could only utter, "My husband!" who ten-

turbed, they would have abandoned their fanaticism, and settled down into a ration- al, composed state, and attended to the im- derly embraced her, and sealed her fore- portant duties of life, and waited with pa- head with a kiss. The children ran to their father, climbing his knees, and their cheer- ful prattling told how they partook of the emphatic joy. Even Neptune, on the hearth rug, raised his head, and gave an encouraging look to his master, and wag- ged his tail with evident delight.

tience and resignation the accomplishment of the will of the Almighty.

While few of the more rational and in- cies, as well as upon the firmament; and telligent have given up all hope of the im- mediate verification of their doctrine, and if the Lord comes, he will find them carry- ing out the great doctrine which he taught become once more quiet and industrious while he was on earth, and which; is the citizens, the great mass of the believers re- bounden duty of every human being: main unchanged and inflexible.

They seem determined to pursue their mad career in spite of the importunities and intreaties of friends, in spite of the declara- tions of Jesus Christ --- " that no man know- eth the day nor the hour," and in spite of arguments the most irresistable and conclu-

Our thanks to Mr O. E. Pope, for a copy of "a proclamation for !Thanksgiv- ing," issued on the 4th of July, 1776. We sive. For several months past, the excite- shall next week copy it into the Eagle, by ment in some places has ever been greater request.

than at any period previous to 1843. Even Mr. Miller himself, who so mortified and chagrined on account of the non-fulfillment of his theory in '43, has taken fresh cour- age, and declares he never saw any thing

favor of the second coming of the Lord on the 10th day of the seventh Jewish month, which answers nearly with Octeber 22d. But Father Miller and his minions are of Danvers.

As we are not identified with them, we of course do not fall in with what we con- again doomed to be disappointed. The sider to be a gross, palpable error.

day has gone, and the end is not yet .- The day has come and gone, as other days have come and gone; the sun still continues to illuminate the earth, and the Those who gave up their business, who left their homes and their friends, must be in a sad dillema. Many of them will repent of busy, multitudinous inhabitants thereof their folly, and go back to their farms and their workshops. Some there are who, continue to pursue their ordinary avoca- tions as they always have done since its blessed with a portion of this world's goods, formation. In writing upon the subject of have given up their all, and made them- Millerism, we do not intend to ridicule its selves entirely destitute. What they will advocates as some are disposed to do on do the coming winter, Heaven only knows. account of their disappointment-we wish to treat them respectfully, as human beings, who have an inherent right which no hu- man power can deprive them of, to believe just what they please. We have examined their theory in the light of truth and can-

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Danvers Eagle & Whig Newspapers, 1844-1845, Part 15

Author: Samuel T. Damon (Danvers Eagle) / Danvers Whig publisher unknown. Publication date: Publisher: Number of Pages: 139

Author: Samuel T. Damon (Danvers Eagle) / Danvers Whig publisher unknown.
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Number of Pages: 139