Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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■ u m 1 *" DEVOTED TO SOUTHERN RIGHTS, MORALITY, AGRICULTURE, LITERATURE, AND MISCELLANEOUS NEWS. JUIS H. NORWOOD, EDITOR.] To thine otrnsrlf be true; And it must folloic an the night the day; Thou const not then be false to any man.—H amlet. VOL. 2. DARLINGTON C. H M S. C.. THURSDAY MORNING MARCH 4, 1852. [NORWOOD k DE L0R1R, PI BLISHERS NO. 1. THE DARLINGTON FLAG, IS PUBLISHED EVERY THlRSDiY MORNING, AT DA«LiN!»TON, C. II., K C., MY Norwood * de lor.ve. t£rms or subscriftiom: tn advance, (per annum,) - - - $3 00 At the expiration of six months - 2 50 At the end of the year - - - - - 3 00 ADVERTIsHSr,: Advertisements, inserted at 75 cents a oqnare (fourteen lines or less,) for the first, and 37$ cts. for each sultscquent insertion. Business Cards, not exceeding ten lines, nserted at $5, a year. MISGSM'AHSOUS. upon the snow made it almost ns light as day. Sometimes a footstep would lie heard approaching the house, and the lady would draw in her head; hut when it passed she would again lean out and look up and down the street. At length she closed the window, and heaving a deep sigh she turned to go hack to her room, when for the first time she hecaiue aware of her little daughter’s presence. Starting, she exclaimed, “Why, A I- lived in a beautiful home, and if we hung up our stockings on Christmas Eve, and had pretty presents, she said we did. But when I asked her ‘ trhat made the difference?' she did not an swer me, hut her tears made my cheek all wet. Papa, will you tell me what makes the difference ?” It was very strange, Alice thought, that that question should make hoth her parents cry—for her father was certainly sobbing now, with his face ice, darling, what are you doing here?” hid in the pillow, sobbing as it his RBETT ON FOOTE. The following are the closing re marks of the Hon. R. B. Rhctt, of South Carolina, made in the Senate of the United States on the 15th Decem ber, on («en. Foote’s resolution, de claring the compromise measures a de finitive settlement of the slavery ques tion: “ Mr. President, I feel that it is high time I should close; hut before I do so. I must say a few words of that venera ble mail whose sest I occupy. The last man in the Senate chamlter who ought tn have spoken disparagingly of him is the Senator from Mississippi.— You all remember, Senators, that when that aged statesman came here to lay before you his last dying speech, he came sick and emaciated—broken by the storms of State. The Senator from Virginia [Mr. Mason] kindly of fered to read that speech to you; lie was unable to read it himself. After the reception of that noble effort of statesmanship, what heart beating with the pulses of humanity, hat would say, go, die honorably—die in peace! The Senator from Mississippi rose up here , and assailed the dying statesman, and 1 made imputations to which he was pe- j culiarlv sensitive, for, in my opinion, he I loved the Union, “not wisely, hut too well." I was not here, but you all saw his agitation. His frame trembled. His strong spirit shook its frail tene ment as he re|>clled the attack made 1 upon him ; and when it was over, he •went home prostrated, quite soon to ’ die. 'Plie Senator from Mississippi hurried him into his grave. A few davs or a few weeks previously, that Senator sought his counsels, and par took of his offices of kindness ; for. sir, he was always kind to all. Should , not pity if nothing else, have ptended with him for forbearance and charity? Yet, after he is gone, the Senator rises up here and not only speaks dispara gingly of him, hut you all saw the bit I saw you leave the room, mamma, and l came to see where you were going.” “ But yon should not do so, love; you will take a dreadful cold;” and ta king the child up in her arms, and lay ing her own thin cold cheek to hers, she carried her back and laid her in her little hed by the side of her sleep ing brother, and resuming her seat at the table she again took up her nen. “ Mamma, are you not coming to lied ? It'is very li^e; I heard the clock strike twelve.” “ I cannot come yet, darlintr; I must finish this writing before morning.” “ But yon get up so very early, mam ma, you will have no sleep at all.— Mamma, where is father ?” “ I don’t know', dear; you must not talk to me anv more, or I cannot write.” heart would break The door opened and her mother came in. “ See here, Alice—see here, Willie,” said she, in her subdued, gentle voice, “ f have brought you each a nice warm pair of mittens for a Christinas pre sent.” “Oh, thank you,dear mamma ; now we can play out doors w ilhout freezing our fingers f” The father had now risen, and de clining his w ife’s offer for breakfast, but in a kind and gentle tone, he took his hat and left the house. In a few minutes he returned, and saying to bis wife, “ Here, Agnes, is a Christmas present for you," lie handl'd iier a paper. What was it that sent such a glow over the beautiful face of the mother, as she first raised her eves in tliankful- When the paper was finished, the ness to Heaven, and then threw her arms around her husband’s neck? Oh, there was a magic in that paper which all cannot understand. It was a Temperance Pledge. little bright eyes were still open, and so the mother came and laid herself down beside her little daughter on the low be<l, and laid her cheek to hers. “ Mamina, tell me this: is it true, or have I only dreamed it, that we once lived in a beautiful house, and had pretty things, and you had people to work for you, and did not have to work so hard ns vnu (Jo now?” “ Yes, darling, that was so.” “fsnnt this Christinas Eve. mamma?" “ Christmav day has begun, sweet, and these little eyes should be closed in sleep.” “ Well, just tell me this, mamma: did we not use to bang up our stock ings on Christmas Eve, and did not vnu and papa put beautiful presents in llicm ?” “ Yes, dear.” “ Dear mamma, it is very different now’. What makes the difference?” The tears of the mother falling on her little one’s check were the only an swer to this question. It was one which the mother could not answer to her child. i Ah, what makes the difference in so many homes, once bright and cheerful? What makes the difference in so ma ny faces, once blooming in liealth ami ; liappuiesB ?" Wh at makes the difference in so ‘Yes, Agnes, I have tried and tried, pi names you have; I always thought a stick was to walk with.” “ Well, ours make the records walk; those little boxes that we call cases, contain the letters, and the printers put them together into words and senten ces, by the aid of that little piece of iron you speak of.” “Well, 1 declare! Doctors and lawyers 1 know had eases, but I never knew inters bad before.” “ Certainly, madam; they sometimes are foul cases and hard cases, too; but what can be expected of those who lead the li.eof devils?” “Why, do they? I am sorry to hear it. Do tell me what that mail is filling that trough with water for.” “ He is going to wet paper, yon know—” “O yes, I thought you sprinkled your papers and ironed them, to make them look so smooth; and 1 suppose this great gallows-looking machine is your mangle.” “ That’s the press, madam, and this handle is the Archimedean lever which moves the world. Just notice its powv ers; yon perceive it’s a broken lever.” “ Why in the world don’t you have it mended. The men are always so slack ; hut what are those things that resemble picture frames ?” “Those are what we term galleys.” “You have galleys, heh; I did not know that printers were so much like Romans before.” “ Look yonder—w hat is that hoy doing ?” “Oh,he is distributing a handful of but it has been in my own strength.- Now I hope in the strength of (lod, and w ith your prayers and counsel to aid me, that I may yet regain the place I have lost in the esteem and confidence of my fellow-man. Ah, when little Alice asked me “ what made the differ ence?’ I saw it all. The gratification of my own selfish appetite has brought us all, step by step, through sorrow take care of my own reputation, or 1 should never havn had any. Let me relate what took place with me, at Orangeburg Court House about ten years ago. I tell this merely as a sam ple of my life for many years, at the first out-set” “ 1 w as rather a stranger thnr; some un ’inn had seen me,neatly all had hern on me, and they all w anted me w hipped. So. expecting me thar that day, they had sent all the way to Big Podce for John Parker, the North State bully! I did not know Parker, hut I had beam on him, and as soon as I found out that he was thar, I smelt a rat. Parker warn’t quite so tall, not by half an inch ' as me, hut he was twenty pounds hea vier. They soon got us together, and I saw at once 1 should have to fight him, or loose my character. I believed I could whip him; hut he was a power ful man to look at—a perfect bruiser. Tbe first tiling I knew he bad off his shirt, with his suspenders tied around his waist, a-cavaulting around, and knocking his right fist into his |«hn, says he, “I'll he d—d if I can’t whip any man on the ground, iYiends excep ted,” and screamed so you might have hern him a mile. He was a perfeet picture; three feet across the naked shoulders, with a fist like a sledge. 1 paid no attention to this, until he re peated it with a more horrid oath, and a louder scream than before. 1 looked up and saw every eye luoking straight into my eyes like hot spindles, and hearn • tittor^nm the wimmin. I could stand it no longer. “ That’s a d d lie,” said I, “and all 1 want is fair | lay. 0 ■ S' “I shouldn't think a handful of pic and I'll nmke you cat your words in a would he much amongst so many.” “What are you going to do with those slips of printed paper?” “These are proofs, and we are obliged to read them: won’t you sit down and help us?” “No, indeed! I can’t hear to read any kind of proof, unless sometimes in trial for a breach of promise. I don’t and privation, to this wretched place think the ladies would make very good where you should never he, dearest.— printers.” No more copying of law-papers, for I “ Pardon ns, madam, but we think you, Agnes. No more coarse fare and they would. Tlu ir slender fingers wretched clothing for the children. I would l»c the very tilings for handling know' what I can do if I am true to small cap*, nonpareil, agate, peail and myself, and I know now ‘ irhaf makes \ minion; they might do well even with the difference.' ” He was true to his word and to his pledge. Ere long the family found themselves again in a comfortable borne, and when the children asked, with wonder, “ What makes the differ ence?” the father answered, “ The Temperance Pledge, my children.” A LADY’S VISIT Tfi A PRINTING OFFICE. ‘So you set there all day and cut long primer.” “ Pshaw! don't mention it. I never minute, you ugly varmint! Major Jones and Squire Llover said “ we'll set* you a fair fight, don’t he afraid Russell;”— w ith that off went my coat and shirt, a ring was formed and we were at it in no time. He was the stouter man, ami as the fight was rough and tumble, he soon had me under, when the licks fell fast and heavy, and every voice except that of my seconds, was, “ Hurrah for Parker! Hurrah for Parker!” “ Well, 1 just lay thar, and took it, (it seemed to me an hour, hut lime pas ses slowly at such times,) until I l»egiii to feel his licks fall weaker and weaker; now says I to myself, is your time, Jer ry, so, giving a sudden jerk, I turned him, and running my left thumb up to could bear the name of long primer the third joint into his eye—I gave him a few jolts with my right fist under the Imrof the ear, and now savs I, “ Hurra for J^rry Russell!''—and he told the since ma used to make nu* learn the catechism out of it. Oh, good gra cious, if 1 havn’t soiled my gloves, by touching some of your old type!— What an awful thing it would be to get your ink on my hand. Good mor- n'mg.” news M tern ess-—I will not say malignity— j mnny hearts, once filled with peace and pieces from the newspapers; I think I with which he denounced his opinions. He has not only hurried him to Ids grave, bn (snow digs at it, for the pur pose of exhuming, if possible, a por tion of his remains, to 1m* exposed to dishonor. Let him have all the glory of such glorious deeds. I leave him to his own thoughts—his own con science.” (From the Christian Parlor Magazine.] WHAT MARES THE DIFFERENCE! joy I Alice was ton young to suspect the truth, hut she saw that her question had caused her mother’s tears to flow afresh, and she said no more. When Alice awoke in the morning, though it was yet scarcely light, her mother was already up and busy about the room. Alice raised her head and looked into the large hed, and there she saw her father. He was sleeping heavily, and so he continued to sleep for a long time. Alice arose, and dressed herself and should like that, it is so much like patchwork.” “ Yes, madam, we excisorize some, though we are obliged to weave con siderable cloth ourselves. Suppose vnu occup’ our chair, and give the ’ c your ideas of editing a “Me! goodness! down here and write where everylmdy is writing alone for the world; writing makes a person so cross. Besides, your table is all ink, it would soil my new dress; why don't you have a ifice mahogany table, and nice white enr- JERRY RI SSELL'S FIGHT, OR THE WAY TO HE POPULAR. Jerry was one of your largest size sixfooters, of 200 pounds, all hone and muscls, with coarse, red hair, little keen gray eyes, high diet k hones, and hea vy, shnergv eye brows, altogether bes- paper!" | peaking a man of good nature, hut of I wouldn't sit 'great bravery and physical endurance. BY MRS. S. II. BRADFORD. It was nearly midnight, and it was ' , . i . - . the night before Christmas. In a large her little brother, as she was accustom- tarns at the windows . hat inaiies and poorly furnished back room, in the 1 ed to do, and then their mother gave , .v° u hang up these dusty old papers in second story of a house filled with them their simple breakH»t; and hav- the room? It I was obliged to stay many tenants, sat a pale but handsome ing left all things in order, and some- here, tbe Anor ^should be washed, and Though destitute of education, lie was a man of the world, in his w ay. A leading character in the four-holes set tlement. and in the neighborhood of Target. Like all groat men, Jerry was not without his enemies, hut when we knew him he had so established his char acter as to he universally looked up to. A great man in that day meant a great fighter, and as it required a trial at lady, (for lady she was, though all around her told of poverty,) busily en gaged in writing. She was carefully copying a law paper, by the light of one tallow candle; hut while she dili gently copied every word from one pa thing ready for her hn-hand to eat in case he should wake and want it, she ful to live in such a manner, put on her hat and shawl, and taking "O, those are our files ; we couldn't the bundle of papers in her band, she dispense with them very well; and as went out. i f or * carpet, we fear it would frighten After she had been gone about half away our customers. a carpet laid down: it must be dread- 5 manhood to compete with him, he was allowed to enjoy his station by com mon censent, as few cared to conqiete per to the otlier without mistake or blot, an hour, Alice heard a rustling of the she knew not what she wrote, for her * ' ’ thoughts were busy with other things and other scenes. Sometimes she would stop writing for a moment, and press her hands upon her forehead and eyes, while the tears pozed slowly through the white and delicate fingers, from which all hut the ivedding ring had disappeared. Then iviping away the tears, she would again apply herself to her task. She did not know that all this time a pair of bright little eyes from the low trun- dle-hed were fixed upon her face, or that the gentle little ope, who was lying awake there, was wondering what could be tbe cause of mamma's grief. As the old town clock, which was near, slowly tolled She hour of twelve, tlie lady rose and left She room. ' And little Alice crept from the bed and fol lowed her. Slie walked the whole length of tbe large, unearpeted, unfur nished, and desolate-looking ball, till she reached the front window, which she threw open, and leaning out she looked long and earnestly up and down tltfi street, for the bright mouu shining bed-clothc«, and looking up she |>er- ceived that her father was awake. “ Alice, where is your mother?” “ She has gone to take the papers home, papa.” “ What papers!” “ Oh! I don’t know, the papers she writes every night after we are all in hed.” ' “ Doas she write every night, Alice?” “Yes, papa, whenever she can get any writing to do. She co|»ie8 from one jiaper on to another, and last night I watched her a great while as she wrote. Oh, she wrote till long after twelve ©clock. Papa, what makes manuim press her hands over her eyes, and what makes the tears trickle down through her fingers?” “ Do they so, Alice?” “ Dear me, the gentlemen are so care less about everything nice, that I don’t think they are comfortalde, unless their rooms are all littered up. Did you write all these sheets todav ?” “ Certainly, and wu arc not through yet.” “ Why it takes me a whole day to compose and ropy a letter. 1 ho|K» you don’t scrawl and blot so when you write to the ladies?” “We never had that pleasure, ma dam." “ No—you don’t for them either, or you would not print such dry stuff as you do.” “Don’t put anything more about sense go on so? Oregon, or Congress in the paper, will you—it is so dull.” “ But what are those men doing in the room with their sleeves rolled up, with him for superiority. Jerry, we have said, was a man of the world; al ways looked on the bright side of a subject if he could, and if he was obli- ired to look at the dark side, would look clean through it, if he could. But the anecdote. The result was, he was a badly whip ped man. ami slunk off like ft dog no body noticed him, w hile I had go many friends I cnuhl hardly turn round for them. So, young man. if yon w ant to he popular take care ofyourself. Sham Hays and his Bull y Rack. Some forty years ago, the managers of a rac'* course near Brownsville, on tin* Monongaheln, published notice of a race, ore mile heats, on a particular day, for a purse of 8100, " free for anything v ith hair on and four legs." A man in the neighborhood, named Hays, had a hull that he was in the habit of riding to mill w ith his hag of corn, ami he determined to enter him for the race. He said nothing about it tn any one, but bo rode him around the track n number of times, on seve ral moonlight nights, until the hull had the hang of the ground pretty well, and would keep the right course. Hq,> rode with 8|Hirs, which the hull con sidered particularly disagreeable; so much so that he always bellowed when 1 they wen* " ‘ his sides. On the morning of the race Hays came upon the ground “ on horseback,” on his hull. Instead of a saddle, he had a dried ox hide, the head |iart of which, with the horns still on, he had Jerry once found a young friend of - placed on the^ujl’s rnmp. He cnrrnd hi-* low spirited, and enquired the cause. 11 short tin I10111 in his hand. He rode His friend, who was a young physician, ?° the judge!-’ stand and offered to en- related a long tale, showing to’Jerry's »nr his hull for the race; but the own- mind that he had a fit of the “ bluet." <‘r» «»f the horses that were entered oh- ' “ Ch! the d—1,” says Jerry, “ man | jet ted. Hays appealed to the terms of de you ever exjiect to succeed? If the notice, insisting that his hull had vou do, you must do something for " four Ires and hair on,’ and that there vourself. This way of moping almut the loss of this one’s friendship, or alMtut what sneh a one says, is all moonshine; who ever heard a man of Why you will make me think you are no necount.’ Now dingly. you want to make a Doctor; well, now, hen the time for starting arrived, liernnse Mrs. so and so has *»een sbtn- the hull and the horses took their pla- The horse racers were out of hu- fore he had a right to enter him. After a good deal of ■ eussin’ and disenssin’,” the judges declared themselves coni- pelted to decide that the hull had the right to run, and was entered accor- .iering you—because she w ishes to Ik*- res. “Yes nana • and* last night when ! and making motions as though they 1 nofit Dr. Shank—you are just ready to J being bothered with the hull, 1 rloek struck twelve she went to were going to fight somebody I” 1 give it up. Let me tell you. youngster. n »*d «t the burlesque which they sup- ' ’ “Those are our compositor* setting thnt won’t do—never. Just look at paard was intended, hut thought th.it 1 I Kiippoftp you will admit I have would a I 1h> over ns aoonas the horaet j a terrible bawl, at no trifling speed, the dried ox-hide flapping up and down, and rutling at every jump, inuking a combination of noises that had never lieen heard on a race course before. The horses all tlejv the track, every one seeming to be seized with a sud den determination to take the shoitest cut to get out of the Redstone country, and not one of them could be brought back in time to save tluir distance.— The purse was given to Hays, under a great dual of hard swearing on the part of the owners of the horses. A general row ensued, but the fun of the thing put the crowd all on tho side of the bull. The horsemen con tended they were swindled out of the purse, and that if it had not Ireen for Hays's horn and the ox-hide, which he ought not to have been permitted to bring on the ground, the thing would not have turned out as it did. Upon this, Hays told them that his hull could heat any of their horses any how, and if they would put up a hundred dol lars against the purse which he had won, he would take off his ox-hide and leave his tin horn, and run a fair rare with them. His offer was accepted and the money stak«*d. They again took their places at the starting post, and tlu* signal was given. Hays gave the hull another touch with his spur, and the hull gave another tremendous bellow. The horses remembered tl 0 terrible sound, and thought all the rest was coming as before. Away they went again, in spite of all the exertions of their riders, while Hays gallopped j Ids hull around the track again and won the money. From that time they nicknamed him Sham Hays. He af terwards removed to Ohio, but bis nickname stuck to him as long ns he lived.—Spirit of the Times. 1 The Youno Lovers.—To a man who is a little of a philosopher, and a bachelor to hoot, and who by dint of some experience in the follies of life, begins to look with a learned eye upon the wa vs of men and eke of wonwn— to such a man, I say, there is something in noticing a pair of young lovers. 1 have therefore derived much pleasure, since my arrival at the hall, from obser ving tin* fair Jnliu and her lover. 8he has all the delightful. Mushing consci ousness of and aitlcss girl, inexperien ced in coquetry, who has made her first conquest, while the captain regards her with a mixture of fondness and exulta tion with which a youthful lover is apt to contemplate so beauteous a prize. I observed them yesterday in the gar den. advancing along one of the retired walks. ’1 lie sun was sinning with de licious warmth, making great masses of bright verdure and blue shades. The cuckoo, that harbinger of spring, was faintly beard from a distance; the thrush pificd from the hawthorn, and ths yel low butterfly sported and toyed and fluttered in the air. The fair Julia was leaning on her lovers arm, listening to his conversation with her eyes cast down, a soft Mush upon her rheck, and a quiet smile upon her lips, w hile in her hand that hung negligently hv her side, was a bunch of flowers. In this way they were sauntering slowly along, when 1 considered them, and the scene in which they were moving. ! could not but think it a thousand pities that the season should ever grow older, or that blossoms should ever give way to fruit, or that lovers should ever get ma rried.— W ash ingfon Irving. Tom Corwin and the Stage DUi- vkr.—Gov. C'orw in, on his way to Wash- ' iugtou in the stage some years ago, drop- |N*d his hat out of the stage window; as the hat fell, he called out to the driver ' to stop, but the stage went on to the watering place, some miles, at a rapid rate. When the stage stopped, Cor- win jumped out hare-heuded, stepped up to the driver, who w as a Urge, pow erful man, laid his hand upon his shoul der, and remarked: “You refused to stop the stage when my hat fell off, and now you have to take a trashing before yon leave here.” The driver turned Iris head, and provokingly remarked: “That is a game that two can play at.” Corwin’s reply was just what wight be e\|>ected from him. Smiling in the face of the driver, and bowing with one of bis peculiar bows, he replied, “ thank you, sir; thank you sir; the ales had never occurred to me;” and turning ronnd, stepped into the starge, and i-loscd the door. The new driver took hie seat, and the stage drove on. the front window of the long hall, aad •he looked up and down the street till type; you see they have a stick in one me! a 1 «»’l i 1....... 1 «... AI..... tl.sk 4 a'rk*A SRI wa'iflk t.an/asi we l»otb got so very cold, she looking for, p*|»a ?” No answer. “ t ktul wlieq I L« r V w® ontw Who was 1 hand, and they place the type in with the other.” “ 1 don’t see any sticks, unless you call tk® little pieces of so; what succeeded, some.” 1 etarted. W lien “That can’t be disputed,” says his they did start, friend. the signal was given Haj ? s gave a blast with his horn and sunk his spnrs into Youth is a glorious invention. While the gills chase the hours, and you chase the giiU, the months seem to dance away “ with down upon their feet.”— What a pity our sunuper is sp short! Before' you know it, lovers become wun Ilia iwru mm j eax .vr.a j Not easy, says Jerry. “ I u> tho bull’s sides, who bounded off with i deacons aud renop# graad-tpotltpr*.