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Organ of the Independent Order of Rechabites, and devoted to the Cause of Temperanec in genera).

BURNETT & AIKMAN, Publishers, No. 192 Fulton Street, New York.
VOL. V.
SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 13, 1845.

No. 1.

From the Ohio Temperance Organ. clad with moss and the graceful wreaths of the WHAT IS WINE?

mountain vine, whose beauty is ever verdant. —

Falls and rapids, characterized by wildness and 'Tis a river of woe through the earth darkly fowing,

even sublimity, at intervals break the dark rolling Whose current leads onward to death and the grave,

tide of this beautiful river, and with their roar And many have stood on its margin, unknowing

awaken the ec'ioes of the forest-clad hills. Its waters were poison, and drank of the wave.

Numerous picturesque villages adorn its banks, But, tho' bright on the surface the foam may be spark ling, and substantial farm houses, with uplands and low0, let it not lure thee to taste of the spring ;

lands shining with golden grains, meet the eye at For far, far below where the waters lie darkling,

every league. The capital of the state, Augusta, The loathsomest serpents are hid with their sting! stands upon a fine table of plateau, seventy feet

above the river, commanding some of the loveliest And though many their way by its margin are wending,

scenery in the north. Its waters are enlivened by Believing the current is bealthful and pure,

the canvass of thriving commerce, and its umbraNo eye ever saw the bright angel descending, Or found that its waters were troubled to cure !

geous streets of villas indicate a population of

wealth and refined taste. And he who would give of that wave to another,

Below the capital, the river laves the shores of And tell him the draught was of dectar the bliss, other fair towns, rivals in prosperity of the capiBut filleth a vessel of death for his brother,

tal, and reflects upon its glassy bosom from ini Betraying, like Judas of old, with a kiss !

shore the mansions of luxury. Before reaching Then flee from the stream, 0, yè sons, and ye daughters, the sea, it leaps all at once from a deep gorge, in If you hark to the Tempter, his arts may prevail ;

whose rocky arms it has been for some minutes And deadlier far is the taste of the waters,

confined, and spreads out into a noble bay a league Than drops from the Upas that poison the gade !

in breadth. At the southern side of this broad ex

papse, it enters another pass between two rocky And woe is his portion who stands by that river,

islets, and sweeping along a few miles further, And lures the unwary to die in his breath;

with stately motion, passing the handsome town And he, who is tempted, shall never, no never,

of Bath, it rolls between wild precipices with Find peace, while he drinks of the waters of death!

olden-time fortresses, to discharge its shining waTHE KENNEBEC SLOOP ters frowning into the blue ocean.

It is in the vicinity of Bath, and of one of those THE ENGLISH CRUISER.

fortresses at the mouth of the river, that we lay

the scene of our story. If we have lingered to BY J. H. INGRAHAM.

discourse of the fair Kennebec, it is because our

heart is with the beautiful river. Upon its banks The river Kennebec, in Maine, is without a 14- we spent our boyhood, and in maturer age we val in New England, either for its historical asso- have chosen it as our summer home. We love its ciations, or the beauty of its natural scenery - dark waters, its green-wooded hills, its valleys and The hills that rise on either shore are bold and its rocky cliffs. In no land have we found a river nobly wooded; and here and there frown above of such beauty ! The Hudson is majestic a id the silently gliding wave, dark granite precipices, grandly beautiful in its features; the Kennebee is

AND

the sea,

the Hudson in miniature ; and if the tasteful trav- the adventurous sloop would have got into the eler will come and visit it in the spring and sum- river, and under the guns of the fort unscen, or mer time, when the sun is bright and the winds seen too late to be cut off, are still, he will gaze upon its pleasant shores and It was a beautiful sight to behold the three vesbeauteous windings with scarce less pleasure, sels in motion ; one small, unarmed, and with but without the awe, that he has felt in passing up three sails to help her flight, bounding along close the Hudson.

under the land—the others tall, frowning with batThere is a fortress near the mouth of this riv- teries, and covered with canvass from deck to er, just ou the skirts of the sea, called Fort Hun- truck. newell. It is now dismantled, and is a celebrated The sloop was two miles in shore of the cruisresort in July weather for the Kennebeckers. It ers, and about the same distance westward of the was erected during the last war to defend the en- harbor, being, when discovered, just stealing trances to the river. It is situated upon a low round Cape Small Point. She had, therefore,the beach, which, half a mile northward, is com- same distance to run to gain shelter, that her purmanded by a bold headland a hundred feet in suers had to come up with her present position. height, on which frown the ruins of a battery.- The cruisers stood on for about five minutes afThe scenery around is made up of rocky islands, ter tacking in the same converging lives, when the bold headlands, the river penetrating far inland, curvette signalized the brig, which immediately the ocean spreading its bosom away south and luffed and bore up four points eastward, while the eastwardly ever and forever heaving as if it were former kept her first course. The object had in earth's great heart ! A few fishermen's huts dot view by this manæuvre of the brig, it was plainthe sides of the shores, and the tower of Seguin ly evident to the fishermen who, from the rocks on light glitters white upon the head of its porpoise- which their huts were perched, were watching shaped island. The fisher's skiff rocks lightly on with interest the pursuing and the pursued, was to

and

upon the hazy horizon rests a sail or intercept her, for they had quickly discovered that two, so distant that they seem fixed like shining a direci chase would be ineffectual, as the sloop pinnacles of white marble lifting their tops above showed herself to be a very fast sailer. So the the ocean.

brig stood straight towards the mouth, hoping to At the period of my story, which was near the reach it in advance of the sloop, while the sloop close of the last war, two British armed vessels of war kept on to capture her if she should turn had been cruising off the mouth of the river for back and attempt to run in between Harpswell or som days, occasionally running close in with the Portland. fort so as to draw its fire, and then tacking and - We shall be tuk, darned if we ain't, Deacon," standing seaward again. One of these vessels coolly remarked a tall, ungainly youth of nineteen, was a sloop of war, and the other a brig of six- who, with a dipper fastened to a ten foot handle, teen guns. They were effectually blockading the was bailing up water from the sea and throwing it river, and for some time no vessel had either come it over the mainsail of the sloop, to swell the out or gone in. Everything was brought to, even threads of the canvass and make it better hold the to the sinall fishing boat, and the strictest vigilance wind. was maintained from the very first day of their As he spoke, he paused in his work, leaned on arrival on the coast.

his long dipper-handle, and shutting one eye, took One morning in June, just as the sun was rising a deliberate survey of the two cruisers. from the sea, flinging his fiery spears far across “Not so long as two timbers of the Polly Ann the sparkling waves, kindling up every object hold together, Siah,” responded the Deacon, who upon which they lit, the two English vessels were grasped the helm, and who, with one eye ahead seen standing in towards the mouth of the river, and the other watching the enemy, directed the under top gallant sails, with the wind free on the course of his little vessel towards the shelter he starboard er. They were about half a mile sought. apart, their courses converging to a point. That 6. If we'd ony had another ten minutes afore point was a small Kennebec sloop hugging the sun-up, we'd a got in. But the day an't going to land, and endeavoring to make the entrance of the stop for any man, and I don't 'spect it to. All we Kennebec. Her broad mainsail was flung to the must do, is to keep the Polly out o' the hands o' wind like a great white wing, and she was sweep- the Britishers, now they've got their eyes on us. ing along across the water like a gull flying be. Wet the sails, 'Siah.” fore a storm., She had been discovered by the “ I guess they kind o guess what we've got cruisers only a few minutes before, when they aboard, Deacon,” said 'Siah, as he cast a shower tacked together and pressed after her to intercept of spray over he mainsail. They seem to take her, making sail as they went. Fifteen min- all-fired trouble to catch us. See how Polly jumps. utes more of the obscurity of the morning, and The way she tosses water with her bows, I won't

have to wet herjib, she does that herself !” Bissel. 'Siah, haul aft the jib a bit. The Brit

“ If we don't get into the river, and them chaps isher is smoking his pipe !" added the skipper quiover-haul us, what in natur's to be done, Deacon" etly, as he saw a jet of smoke belched from the

“It won't do to let 'em capture the six big guns bow of the sloop of war. He had hardly got the and two barrels o' powder, and top o’shot that words out of his mouth, when the boom of a gun we've got for the fort, that's a fact, Siah,” said, reached their ears, and simultaneously a shot passvery decidedly, Captain, or rather “Deacon "ed whizzing over their heads. Paul Butterfield, who both owned and commanded " I don't stan' that ’are," said 'Siah, in a very the Polly, which had been, a few days before, determined tone, which singularly contrasted with engaged by the government agent in Boston to his awkward, rustic exterior. i Give me leave, convey armameni and ammunition to Fort Hunne- Deacon and I'll give t:em a shoi back--darn me

if I don't lawful Deacon in his own town, which was Hal-" " Your gun won't scare 'em, Siah. Ease off the lowell, forty miles up the river, had cheerfully main-sheet, Lot. Be ready to dodge, for I guess undertaken, assuring the agent he could get the ther'ell be another one o' them junks o’ iron this Polly Ann into the river safely, in spite of the way. They ain't no pilot, or they would'nt keep cruisers. Shrewd, bold and cool, the Deacon saw so near porpoise rock ledge!" that by running only in the night, and hugging Cool and steady, the skipper stood at his post the shore, he should probably be able to get into and directed the course of his little craft. All at the Keunebec undiscovered. especially as the once he gave a loud hurrah! The sloop of war cruisers used to stand off night a league or two for had struck, under full sail, upon a rock, bare at low an offing, and run in again at sun-rise. The agent water, known as porpoise ledge, and everything felt that a small coasting vessel, with so skilful a was taken aback, while main-royal mast and yard captain as Deacon Butterfield, would be quite as went over the side. likely to get into the river as a large one, if not " That's for not taking a pilot 'on a strange more so, and gave him the commission. For the coast,” said the skipper dryly, while his keen litsum of two hundred and fifty dollars, the Deacon tle eyes fairly glistened with pleasure; but he had bargained to take the cannon and the muni- made no further demonstrations of joy-but after tions to the Kennebec, and also he bound himself, taking a second glance at the sloop of war, and if there was danger of his being captured, to scut- seeing that matters on board of her were in too tle the sloop and sink her. We now see him thus much confusion for them to trouble themselves furfar in the progress of his journey.

ther about him, he now gave his whole attention The cannon were long battery thirty-two's, six to the brig, which was about a mile and a half in number, and were laid athwart ships, side by from him in a straight line, and about equally disside, upon deck. The shot were piled forward, tant from the entrance to the river. and in the forecastle was stowed away the pow- Upon seeing the accident that had occurred to her der, in casks, and securely protected under can- consort, she bore down a little and hoisted a signal. vass ; tarpaulins also covered the guns.

It was responded to on board the sloop, when the “ If we can ony stand on ten minutes more, brig resumed her course. 'Siah," said the Deacon to his mate, “ Ion't fear “The sloop-of-war, I suppose, says she don't them are cruisers a stick! One on em, you see, want any aid-so the brig is left at liberty to inhas luffed, to try and cut us off. If 'twant for this tercept us,” said the skipper. " It looks, too, as plaguy heavy iron we've got in her, I'd show the if she would be likely to get to the entrance as enemy how to make a keel cut blue water through. soon as the Polly, and then I guess it's all day But we must get in, Lot,” he added, turning to a with us. But I don't give up so long as a timber rugged old man, who looked like a weather beat- hangs to her, or I can have a limb to hold on to en fisherman, and who was now engaged in tend- the tiller by! But what in natur' are you doin' ing the main-sheet, the slack of which he held in there, 'Siah ?” his iron fist.

Well might the Deacon ask this question. The “It's get in safely, Deacon,” answered Lot ambitious young Kennebec had brought from the Bissel gruffly, “and get two hundred and fifty forecastle a keg of powder, and knocked in the dollars, or its sink the sloop, and no insurance !" head with a handspike, and was tying some half

“ That's a fact, Mr. Bissel,” responded the Yan- peck of it up in a bandanna handkerckief, which kee skipper with emphasis; and shifting his to- he had taken from his neck. bacco from his larboard to his starboard cheek, he “ Doin'? I am goin' to give 'em a gun,

darn'd glanced under the main boom to see how the fort if I an't! If these here guns is got to go to Daand shore lay. and then hove his eye to the wind- vy's locker, I'll get one fire out of 'em, first, I ward and took with it a deliberate inspection of guess.” the enemy.

As 'Siah spoke he threw down a moveable sec“Give a small pull aft on the main-sheet, Mr. tion of the bulwark amidships, leaving an open

space to the sea, before the muzzles of hre. of

“ I guess if they got the shot, it'll settle 'em," the enormous canuon that lay across the deck.- said 'Siah, as he dropped feet first out of the rigHe then took up his huge cartridge, and thrusting ging, into which he had been blown, upon deck, it into the muzzie of one of them, began to ram it and tried to look through the smoke. with a handspike

“ You ought to be settled, you ’tarnal critter," " What on airth is the critter at?" cried the cried the Deacon, enraged ; “you like to have sunk Deacon.

her, darn ye !" 'Siah made no reply ; but having rammed the “Don't swear, Deacon! I want to see if the cartridge home, he rolled a thirty two pound shot brig got it!" towards it, and giving it a lift, shoved it into the «Got it, you fool! I guess you'll get it if ever muzzle after the powder.

I see shore again!” “ Now for priming it, and then I guess if I don't As the smoke slowly rolled away, the brig was give 'em a Fourth of July. salute, they never discovered, no longer standing down, but knockheerd one !"

ing about at the mercy of the waves and winds, As he spoke he poured a handful of powder her foremast gone by the board, and dragging over upon the vent, and then jumping to the caboose, the side with all its yards and sails. The shot had caught up a lighted pine-knot, and waving it to cut off her mast within ten feet of the deck ! keep it bright, went to the gun. Stop, Siah, stop!” shouted the skipper, at fested no surprise, while the Deacon and Lot set up

'Siah was perfectly confounded; but he manithe top of his voice, “you'll blow the Polly Ann

a loud hurrah of triumph. to Jericho, if you fire that ’are gun aboard on her!” "I don't calculate I'll be took prisoner by the hallo?" said the Deacon, taking breath.

“Why, what is the matter? Why don't you Britishers, Deacon, and be put in Dartmoor, I

" Coz it an't nothin' more’n I meant to do !” regood aim, and then give 'em saltpetre!"

sponded 'Siah, with inimitable sang froid; I an't

surprised, if you be, Deacon.” “ It'll shike every bone out o' the Polly,” said ihe skipper, in alarm.

In twenty minutes more the sloop with her valAs he spoke, the brig, now within a mile dis- uable cargo was safely sheltered under the guns of

Fort Hunnewell. The sloop-of-war lay upon the tance, fired a shot, across her bows. " That means heave to, Lot," said the skipper;

rock till next tide, and the brig lay by her, rigging « Siah, put out that pine-knot.”

a jury-inasl. Before sunset both vessels made “I mean to by'ın by, Deacon! Wait till I get sail and steered eastward, on the way toward Hala shot at 'em! I an't afeerd o' hurtin' the sloop a

ifax, to repair damages. Thus the blockade was bit. You just yaw her a leetle bit, and bring the raised, greatly to the relief of the commerce of muzzle of my artillery piece right agin the brig, the river. and if I do'nt show 'em how a Yankee gun can

SWEARING.–Whatever may be made by perjury, speak, I don't want to see the inside of Kennebec

I believe there never was a man that made a forriver again!”

A second gun came from the brig, and the shot tune by swearing. It often happens that men pay passed within ten feet of the Deacon's head, made for swearing, but it seldom happens that they are à rent a fathom long in his mainsail, and the shock paid for it. It is not easy to perceive that honor caused his peak halyards to part, and let the peak ceive promotion because he is a notable blusterer?

or credit is connected with it. Does any man reof his mainsail down This caused the sloop to

Or is fall off a point or two; and while the skipper, un

any man advanced in dignity because he is flinching and with a quiet look, was trying to

Low must be the

expert in profane swearing. bring her to the wind again, 'Siah, taking advan- character which such impertinence will exalt;tage of a moment as she swuns, in which his load-high must be the character which such impertied gun bore upon the brig, instantly applied the nence will not degrade. Inexcusable, therefore, torch to the vent! The roar, the flame, and the must be the practice which has neither reason or concussion were terrific.

passion to support it. The drunkard has his cups; The little vessel reeled under the recoil of the

the satirist bis revenge; the ambitious man his vast gun, till the waves poured over her bows and preferment; the miser his gold; but the common The skipper and Lot were laid flat upon and drudges in the service of the devil gratis:

swearer has nothing; he sells his soul for nought, deck, while 'Siah found himself hanging by the Swearing is void of all plea; it is not the offspring heels in the lee shrouds. For a few moments the Deacon thought his ves

of the soul, not interwoven with the texture of the sel would go down, she wallowed and plunged so

body, nor any way allied to our frame. For as -but she soon steadied herself, though with her

Tillotson expresses it, though some men pour out deck flooded, her jib blown away,

and her wind

vaths as if they were natural, yet no man was ever lass unshipped.

born of a swearing constitution."

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BY MRS. SIGOURNEY.

THE HAPPY FARMER.

neat and tidy, and when you sit down to a meal, you can eat comfortably, without thinking of the

peck of dirt. Saw ye the farmer at his plough,

Our young men and women miss it sadly, when As ye were riding hy?

they expend so much upon their persuns. Every Or wearied 'neath his noon-day toil,

week or two they want something new, before When summer suns were high?

their old garments are half worn out. They must Ard thought you that his lot was hard ?

learn prudence, or want at some future day will sit And did you thank your God,

on their door steps. That you and yours were not condemn'd

There is a political prayer we have somewhere Thus like a slave to plod ?

seen, with which we are well pleased. It runneth

in this wise : Come, see him at his harvest home,

“ Direct
When garden, field and tree,

My thoughts and actions by the rule of reason;
Conspire with flowing stores to fill

Teach me contempt of all inferior vanities;
His barn and granary,

Pride in a marble portal gilded o'er,

Assyrian carpets, chairs of ivory,
His healthful children gaily sport

The luxuries of a stupendous house,
Amid the new-mown bay,

Garments perfumed, gems valued not for use,
Or proudly aid, with vigorous arm,

But needless ornament; a sumptuous table,

And all the baits of sense."
His task, as best they may.
The dog partakes his master's joy,

LITERARY PURSUITS.- A mechanic looks to his
And guards the loaded wain:

tools, a painter washes his pencils, a smith mends The feathery people clap their wings,

his hammer, anvil or forge; and a husbandman And lead their youngling train.

sharpens his ploughshare, but scholars iotally negPerchance the hoary grandsire's eye

lect ihose instruments, the brain and spirits, by The glowing scene surveys,

means of which they daily range through the reAnd breathes a blessing on his race,

gions of science and the wilds of nature. Like Or guides their evening praise.

careless and unskilful archers, they bend the bow The Harvest-Giver is their friend,

until it breaks, In almost every other pursuit, The maker of the soil.

diligence and industry are sure of being rewarded And Earth, the Mother, gives them bread,

with ultimate success; but in the beloved pursuit And cheers their patient toil.

of literature the most unremitted industry, though Come, join them round their wintry hearth,

it may sometimes exalt a student's fame, is never Their heartfelt pleasure see,

favorable to his fortune, and always destructive of And you can better judge how blest

his health. Everything is sacrificed to the enjoyThe farmer's life may be.

ment of this delightful though laborious occupa

tion.-Burton. PRUDENCE.-Prudence, ladies and gentlemen, prudence. But what is prudence ? Not mean

Chinese Proverbs.—Whoever borrows to build,

builds to sell. ness—not to possess a niggardly disposition. To be prudent is not to be wasteful; but to save every

We never laugh so long or so loud as when we thing you can for your own and other's use-a pin

would hide our grief. and

a penny-a crust of bread and a potato-a The true way of enriching ourselves is by cutscrap of paper and an inch of cloth. This dispo- ting off our wants. sition is far removed from parsimony, and is a vir

There are no faults truly fatal but those we I tue which all should appreciate. It is painful to neither acknowledge or repiir. witness the waste in some families. Large pieces

It is better to fill our barns than our chests. of bread are suffered to mould and then given to

What is a fool who has made his fortune. A the hogs-potatoes become sour and are useless, pig who is embarrassed by his fat. and the leavings of a good meal to day are thrown Way, when they might answer for to-morrow's It is said that when Captain Cobb, a Choctaw dianer. With such people, it is waste, waste, no- half-breed, was examined before the first Board of thing but waste. Wood is lavishly thrown upon Commissioners, he was questioned as to a particuche fire, chairs and tables are broken, and from the lar fact. “I do not know how it is,” said he, sind Garret to the cellar, the house looks as if a stray the red man never likes tu guess A number of bolt of lightning had been wandering about. interrogatories on the same subject were put to I We love economical people--we do sincerely- him and he replied with an ottended air, “when I

und never have we had reason to complain of their think a que: tion is right, it shall be answered ; neapness. Everything about their dwelling looks when I think it wrong, I shall be silent.

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