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DEVOTED TO SOUTHERN RIGHTS, MORALITY, AGRICULTURE, LITERATURE, AND MISCELLANEOUS NEWS. JAI88 1. N9KW0OD, EDITOR.] To thine oimtelf be true; And it mtutt follow a* the night the day; Thou const not then be false to any man.—Hamlkt. VOL. 2. DARLINGTON C. H., S. C., THURSDAY MORNING APRIL 1, 1852. [NORWOOD k DE LORRE. PI RUSHERS NO. 5. THE DARLINGTON FLAG, IS PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY MORNING, AT DARLINGTON, C. H., S. C., BV NORWOOD * DE LORUIE. TERMS Of SUBSCRIPTION S In advance, (per annum,) - • - 92 00 At the expiration of six months • 2 50 At the end of the year - .... 3 00 ADVERTISING t Advertisements, inserted at 75 cents a sqnare (fourteen lines or less,) for the first, aud 37* cts. for each subsequent insertion. Business Cards, not exceeding ten lines, nserted at 95, a year. AGRICULTURE. AGRH'ULTURE-ITS ORIGIN AND DIGNITY. When the earth was untracked by any intelligent being—when its fertile fields and lofty forests remained un touched hy the hand of cultivation or any pruning instrument, the Creator was moved to design the formation of man. God saw that the earth needed yet one more inhabitant, foe" there teas not a man to till the ground." The earth’s cultivation was the first express ed reason for the creation of man. Then moved the infinite Designer. He said, in council with the archangel, and with cherubim and seraphim, “Let us make man in our image, after our likeness; and let him have dominion over the fish of the sea, and the fowls of the air, and over the cattle, and over ail the earth, and over every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth.” So man was created, and stood erect in majes ty, and cast his eye over the spreading fields and flowing streams, and saw the creeping insect, the finny tribes, the feathered inhabitants of the forest and fields, and the cattle upon a thousand hills, all made subject to his dominion. And while he gazed with admiring wonder, he heard the voice of blessing and the voice of command; for “God blessed them and said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, r.nd subdue it.” He saw the gentle lamb approach him as if to de clare her special need of his assistance, and lowing cattle followed the example set, and made themselves the first de- jiendents of their earthly lord. God gave to man a wiie—a helper in his toil. IMorc deliente and beautiful than man, more gentle and more depen dent, she won his strong love; ami God loved the man, so noble and majestic, and the woman so gentle and amiable. The command to subdue the earth rested upon them, and they were virtu ous and strong. Sin had not entered, but the soil needed tilling. They had heard the command to cultivate the ground, and stood in readiness to obey. Man appeared at first practitioner in the art of husbandry, and president of the great agricultural society of earth and time. Such was our first father before he sinned, and such was the ori- gin of agriculture, before sin entered into the world. While man was yet in his innocence, God was pleased to provide for him a special source of enjoyment. It was the institution of Horticultue and Arbor- culture. “The Lord God planted a garden eastward in Eden; and there he put the man whom he had formed.— And out of the ground made the Lord God to grow every tree that is pleasant to the sight and good for food.” “ And the Lord God took the man and put him in the garden of Eden, to dress it and to meep it.” Such was the origin of Horticulture. Upoir the farmer and the Gardener has the blessing of God rested, even health and peace since the morning stars sang together for joy. He who follows tneir way is the first in obedi ence to the command of God—the first in enjoyment of heavenly blessings— first in usefulness to his species, and first in the proper dignity of his calling. Upon the savage who breaks not the soil with » cultivating hand, the curse of heaven rests, and «s the declining day loses its last lingering life when the sun goes down in darkness, so sinks •wav tlie tribe of that chief who teaches not his hands to till the ground, nor his young men to break the matted torf. The sons of the wild hunter of the forest will not be, and from his wig wam will arise no curling snake; hot the jofous and hardy sons of the far mer ahall appear as the sands of the sea,‘innumerable,—and the hymn of Praise to God, and the shout of free dom for man mingling earth’s gladness with heaven’s joyfulncss, shall swell higher and higher from the cultivated fields and the vlneclad bower, when the savage and the slave, and the fop and the loot Are eeen aa exceptions to the producing designs of creative wisdom and goodness. NEW PRODUCTS. In his essay on wool growing, Mr. Faber remarks that many products are raised in Europe which our farmers scarcely know by name, and instances Rapeseed, especially raised in connec tion with wool growing. He states that in Europe it is a great and indis pensable article of commerce, so much so that it is admitted duty free in Eng land, and thousands of mills are em ployed in crushing this seed for oil.— Rapeseed oil cake is also nearly as valuable as Linseed nil cake for feed ing purposes. In this country Rape- seed is imported from Europe for the single purpose of feeding canaries! Mr. Faber has a brother who is an ex tensive and successful farmer on Black River, Lorain county, and Mr. F. states in his essay that he recently sold 150 bushels of Rapeseed for him, at 92,00 per bushel in New York “to arrive,” and “that this yields him as much again profit as wheat to the acre, and is attended with far less trouble.”— This matter is worthy the attention of farmers, for we know that Mr. Faber’s wheat crop is unusually amang the best raised in the Lake region. Of the rape, seed crop Mr.»F. adds:—“During the winter his sheep feed on the green fod der it affords, and of which sheep as well as cattle are very fond. It yields ns much as wheat to the acre, and the average price in England is about 91- 75 and 92 per bushel, but often to 90, and even 94, in case of failure in the crop on the continent—it is of constant ly currant sale. Recent letters from Wisconsin inform me, that the German farmers in that State begin to grow Rapeseed, and a small mill lias been established at Milwaukie for crushing it The Ebcnczer Society at Buffalo, or rather near it, have this year raised 4000 bushels for their own use.” iieepVlowing. As the season is approaching when our farmer friends will start their plows, we deem the following article, which we find in the Germantown Telegraph, to tlie point at the present time: A farmer in this vicinity, while plow ing last fall, was asked hy a neighbor who, although lie had a large farm, made hy an ordinary plow; drop the cuttings 8 or 10 inches apart, fill the trench nearly full of fresh manure— that from tlie stable tbe best; draw over it a little of the soil, leaving tlie part immediately over the potatoe, a little below the level of the ground, that the water from the rains may find ready access to tlie potato, and thereby com pletely saturate the manure which will retain its moisture for a long time.— After the potatoes come up and begin an artist; in her e bed, leaving as before the middle uinglets, flowing without a braid, soft er than silk, finer than gossamer; in the eye, blue as the heaven of south ern summer, large, liquid, beamy ; in her motions graceful, swimming, like the gentle waft ness of a bird’s wing in the sunny air; in the figure, slight, etberial—a sylph’s or a seraph’s, so se rene, so like star light, and yet posses sing the power of magic or of mag netism to thrill the beholder’s heart. As the unfortunate girl, so tastefully dressed, so incomparable ns to person al charms, calm and smiling, took her uould scarcely support his family off of attention. to grow, draw up the soil in a tolerably widt of the bed or the parts next the stalks, a little lower than the edges, and for the same reason that the water may not run off, but be conveyed immedia tely to growing roots, which require a great deal of moisture to mature and grow to any size. Be careful not to plant under shading trees, where the roots depriv* the mould of much of its moisture, and the spreading top pre vents the ground from becoming satu rated by tbe falling rains. You will have an abundant crop of good large potatoes, unless the drought be so se vere as to dry the whole trench and its contents. Planting potatoes in beds drawn up higher than the surface and hilling them in sharp tops, will never fail to prove a failure in a dry season. The bed in this case will remain dry in the centre. You will have fine tops, but no potatoes Palmetto Sentinel. MISCELXi AN SOUS. • JOHN TAYLOR; THE BACKWOODS BAR AXD PULPIT. I can never forget my first vision of John Taylor. It was in the courthouse at Lewisburgli, Conway county, Ar kansas, in the summer of 1838. The occasion itself possessed terri ble interest. A vast concourse of spec tators had assembled to witness tbe trial of a young and beautiful girl, on an indictment for murder. The Judge waited at the moment for tbe Sheriff to bring in the prisoner, and tbe eyes of the impatient multitude all centred on the door; when suddenly a stranger entered, whose appearance riveter! uni- to drive a saint mad; for hers was a style of beauty to bewilder the tamest imagination and melt the coldest heart, leaving in both imagination and heart a gleaming picture enameled in tire, and fixed in a frame of gold from the stars. It was a spell of enchantment to be felt as well as seen. You might feel it in the flushes of her counten ance, clear as a sunbeam, brilliant as the iris; in the contour of her features, symmetrical as if cut by the chisel of hair of rich auburn a fearful smile. And there at her feet, weltering in his warm blood, his bosom literally riddled with bullets, lay the all-dreaded duellist, Hiram Shore, gasp ing in the last agony. He articulated but a single sentence: “ Tell my mother that I am dead and gone to hell!” and instantly expired. “ In the name of God, who did this?” exclaimed the appalled spectators. “I did it?” said the beautiful millin er—“ I did it, to save my honor.” As may be readily imagined, the deed caused an intense sensation.— house from the dome to the corner stone, testifying the joy of the people. After the adjournment, he arose and gave out an appointment: “ 1 will preach in this house at 8 o’clock to. night.” He then glided off through the crowd, speaking to no one, though many attempted to draw him into con versation. At 8 o’clock the court house was again thronged, and the stranger, ac cording to promise, delivered his ser- mon. It evinced the same attributes as his previous attributes at the bar; Public opinion, however, was divided, the same compact logic, the same bur- Tbe poorer classes, crediting the girl’s ning vehemence, and increased bitter- version of the facts, lauded her heroism ness of denunciation, terms of measureless eulogy. But in the friends of the deceased, and of his wealthy family, gave a different and darker coloring to the affair, and de nounced the lovely homicide as an atro cious criminal. Unfortunately for her, the officers of the law, esiiecially the judge and sheritf, were devoted com rades of the slain, and displayed their feelings in revolting partiality. The place before the bar of her judge, a judge committed her tvitRout the privi. it, why he plowed so deep? “ Because, neighbor,” be replied, “ I plowed tbe same way last year, and the year before, and I found I plowed a great deal of gold!” “ Gold!” exclaimed tbe amazed neigh bor, “ why how much did you plow up?” “ Well, some hundreds of dollars a year—and I did it in this way; my crops were twice as large where I plowed deep as I now do, in the same fields where f formerly plowed only to half the depth, and they take less ma nure, too.” “ I don’t believe a word of it,” said the neighbor, disappointed in the gold digging. “ If that is the way you plow up gold, I am afraid you will never set the river on fire. I go for the good old way, and find it best. There is little to learn in farming which those before us did not know.” “ Well, neighbor vou may do as you like, but I have tried both ways, and I more than satisfied with the result. am indeed, by strictly presevering in it and other improvements, I shall nearly or quite double my |>rofits, and all this ex cess I consider just so much gold plow ed up in the fields.” “Ah,” continued the neighbor, “I see you are, from your new notions, a hook farmer, and belong to an agricul tural society; but you’ll find it wont pay in the long run, I think.” “ There’s where you are in error, my friend, I am no book fanner—I belong to no agricultural society, hut I mean to join one at the very earliest oppor tunity. I acknowledge, however, to reading weekly tlie Germantown Tele graph, and especially the agricultural department, and I am now free to con fess that it has given me more valuable hints during the five years I have taken it, on subjects connected with my own Iwsiness, than fifty subscriptions would pay for; indeed I was at first ashamed to admit it to myself, that there was so much in farming, though all my life a farmer, that I did not know, communi cated through the columns of that pa- per.” “ - But all would not satisfy his neigh bor, and he returned to his own half- worked plantation, grumbling at the strange whims that had crept into the heads of some people, and declaring that they would not cateh him. Irish Potatoes.—One of the best and most successful methods of grow- ing this delicious article, is to have the ground thoroughly broken up, plow or ^ dig a trench about the depth of furrows Here is his portrait: a figure tall, lean, sinewy, and strait as an arrow; a face sallow, billions, and twitching, in cessantly, w ith a nervous irratahility ; a brow, broad, massive, seemed tilled with wrinkles, but not from age—for lie was scarcely forty; eyes, reddish yellow, like tbe wrathful eagle, as bright and piercing; and finally, a mouth with lips of cast iron, thin, j curled, cold, and sneering, the intense I expression of which looked the living embodiment of an unbrenthed curse. ; He was habited in a suit of new buck skin, ornamented after the fashion of Indian costume, with hues of every color of the rainbow. Elbowing his way slowly through tbe little crowd, and apparently uncon scious that he was regarded as a phe nomenon, needing explanation, this sin gular being advanced, and with the haughty air of a king ascended bis throne, seated himself within the bar, thronged as it was with tbe disciples of Coke and Blackstone, several of whom, it was known, esteemed them selves as far superior those old and fa mous masters. The contrast between tbe outland ish garb and disdainful countenance of retiring; the stranger, excited, especially, tbe ho|>ed to murmur of admiratiog arose from the multitude, which the prompt interposi tion of the court, by a stern order of “silence,” could scarcely repress from swelling to a deafening cheer. The Judge turned to the prisoner: I “Emma Miner, the court ha* been in formed that your counsel, Col. Linton, i is sick, have you employed any other!” She answered, in a voire as sweet as the warbling of the nightingale, and a* clear as the song of the skv-lark— “My enemies have bribed all the : lawyers—even my own—to be sick ; but God will defend tlie innocent!” At this response, so touching in its simple pathos, a portion of the audi tors buzzed applause, and the rest wept. On the instant, however, the stran ger, whose appearance had fire\iously excited such merriment, started to his feet, approached the prisoner, and whis pered something in her ear. She bounded six inches from the floor, ut tered a piercing shriek, aud then stood trembling, as if in the presence of a ghost from eternity; while the singu lar being who had caused her unac countable emotion addressed tbe court in bis sharp ringing voice, sonorous as the sound of bell metal— “Mn y it please your honor, I will assume the task of defending the lady.” “What!” exclaimed the astonished Judge, “are you a licenced attorney !” “The question is irrelevant and im material,” replied tbe stranger, w ith a venomous sneer, “ as tbe recent statute entitles any one to act as counsel at the request of a party.” “ But does the prisoner request it,” inquired the judge. lege of bail, and the sheriff chained her in the felon’s dungeon! Such is tbe brief abstract of tbe cir cumstances developed in the examina tion of the witnesses. The testimony closed, and the pleading began. First of all, three advocates spoke in succession for the prosecution; but I powerlul element neither their names nor their arguments are worth preserving. Orators of tbe blood and thunder genius, they about f "y partitioned their howling elo quence lietween the prisoner nnd lea ther-robed counsel, ns if in doubt w ho of the twain was then on trial. As for the stranger, be seemed not to pay the slightest attention to his opponents, but remained motionless, with Ids forehead bowed on bis hands, like one buried in deep thought or slumber. When the proper time came, how ever, he suddenly sprang to bis feet, crossed the bar, and took bis seat al most touching the jury. He then com menced in a whisper, hut it was a whisper so w ild, so clear, so unuttera bly ringing and distiut, as to fill the hall from floor to galleries. At tbe outset, bo delt in pure logic, separating and combining the proven facts, till tbe whole mass of confused evidence looked transparent as a globe of glass, through which the innocence of his client shone, brilliant as a sun beam; and tbe jurors nodded to each other of thorough conviction; that thrilling whisper, and fixed concentration, and the language, simple as a child’s, had convinced all. He then changed his posture so as to sweep the bar with bis (ilunce; and neglected in these or began to tear and rend bis legal adver- 0|| I.Y that getting “ Let her speak for herself,” said the | saries. His sallow face glowed as a stranger. heated furnace, his eyes resembled liv- “ 1 do,” was her answer, as a long- ing coals; and bis voice became the drawn sigh escaped, that seemed to ; clangor of a trumpet. I have never, rend her very heart-strings. The case immediately progressed; before or since, listened derous denunciations. to such It WHS mur- like as it had a tinge of romatic mystery, Jove’s eagle charging a flock of crows. we will epitomise the substance of the evidence. About twelve months before, tbe de fendant bad arrived in tbe village and o|>eued an establishment of millinery. Residing in a row connected with her It was like Jove himself hurling red- hot thunder-bolts among the quaking ranks of conspiracy of the inferior gods! And yet in the highest tempest of bis fury he seemed calm; be em ployed no gesture save one—the flash risibility of the lawyers; and the jun- perilous gift of her extraordinary beau- ior members began a suppressed titter, ! ty, which too often, nnd to tbe poor which soon grew louder, and soon and friendless, always, proves a curse, swept around the circle. They doubt- 8he was soon sought after by all those less supposed the intruder to be some glittering fireflies of fashion. But the lieautiful stranger rejected them all with unutterable scorn and loathing. Among these rejected admirers was one of a character from which the fair milliner had everything to ftar. Hiram Shore was at once opulent, influential, shop, nnd all alone, she prepared the of a long fore finger, direct in the eyes articles connected w ith her highly res pected and honorable trade with un wearied labor and consummate taste. Her habits were secluded, modest and and hence she might have avoid notoriety, but for the wild hunter of die mountains, who had never before seen the interior of a hall of justice. Instantly tbe cause and ob ject of the laughter perceived it, turn ed Lis head gradually, so as to give each laugher a look—his lip curled with a killing smile of infinite scorn— ! and dissipated. He w as himself been- his yellow eyes shot arrows of light- tious, brave, and ferociously revengeful, ning—his tongue protruding through —the most famous duellist in the south-i tossed his hands wildly towards hea- his teeth, literally writhed like a ser- west It was generally known (hat ven, each finger stretched apart and pent, and ejaculated its asp-like poison he had made advances to win the favor quivering like the flame of a candle, as of his foes. He painted their venality and unmanly meanness, in coalescing, for money, to hunt dow n a poor and friendless woman, till a shout of stifled rage arose from the multitude, and even some of the jury cried “Shame!” He changed the theme once more. His voice grew mournful as a funeral song, and his eyes filled with tears, as he traced a vivid picture of man’s cru elties and woman's w’rongs, with pecu liar illustrations in the case of Ids cli ent till one-half of tlie audience wept like children. But it was in the |>ero- ration that he reached the zenith at once of terror nnd sublimity. His features were livid as those of a corpse, his very hair appeared to stand on end; his nerves slioivk as wRh a palsy; he had shared dis- wooers—a of the lovely Emma, and ; the fate of all other ; dainful repulse. At nine o’clock on Christmas night, 183ft, the people of Lewisburgli were startled by a loud he closed with the last words of tlie deceased Hiram Shore, “Tell my mo ther that 1 am dead and gone to bell!” His emphasis on the word-hell embo died the acme aud ideal of all horror; it was a wail of immearuaable des- in a single word: “Savages!” No pen can describe the defiant force which he threw into that term, no pen cil can paint tlie infernal furor of his utterance although it hardly exceeded a whisper. But ne accented every let-| startled by a loud scream of immor- . . ter, as it were a separate emission of; tal terror, while following with scaree- P ,,ir - can depict the ef- fire that scorched his quivering lips; | Jy Kn interval, came successive reports fect on °* whe Mpn S roan laying horrible emphasis on the letter 0 f fire-arms, one two, three, with a do- e ^> screamed, and one poor S, both at the beginning and end of sen deafening roars. They flew to the the word “ Savages!” shop of the milliner, whence the sounds It was the growl of the red tiger in j proceeded; pushed back the unfasten ed door, and a scene of horror was ■ presented. There she stood, in the centre of the room, with a revolver in HOW TO GET ON. In a charming book, “Companion of my Solitude,” occur a touch or two of counsel to young men, worth re cording: One of tlie great aids, or hindrances, to success lies in the temperament of a man. I do not know yours; but I venture to point out to you what is the best temperament; namely, a combina tion of the desponding nnd the reso lute, or, as I bad better express it, of tbe apprehensive aud resolute. Such is the temfierament of great comman ders. Secretly they rely upon nothing aud upon nobody. There is such a ot failure in al! hu man affairs, that a shrewd man is al ways saying, to himself, what shall I do if that which 1 count upon does not come out as I expect? This foresight dwarfs and crushes all but men of great resolution. Then, be not over choice in looking out for what may exactly suit you; but rather lie ready to adopt any opportu nities that may occur, Fortune does not stoop often to take any one up.— Favorable opportunities w ill not Imp- pen precisely in tbe way that you have imagined. Nothing does. Do not be discouraged, therefore, by a present detriment in any course which may lead to something good. Time is so precious here. Get, if you can, into one or other of the main grooves of human affairs. It is till the difference of going by rail way and walking over a plowed field, whether tAiu adopt common courses, or set up one for yourself. You will see, if your times are any thing like ours, most inferior persons highly placed in the army, in the church, in office, at the bar. They have some how got upon the line, and have moved on well with very little original motive power of their own. Do not let this make you talk as if merit were utterly my professions; well into the groove will frequently do instead of any great excellence. • • • • • • • Whatever happens, do not be dissat isfied with your worldly fortunes, lest that speech he justly made to you, w hich was once made to a repining person much given to talk of how great she and hers had been. “Yes, madam,” was the crushing reply, “ we all find our level at last.” Eternally that fable is true, of a choice being given to men on their en trance into life. Two majestic wo men stands before you: one in rich vesture, supesh, w ith what seems like a mural crown upon her head, and plenty in her hand, and something of triumph, I will not say boldness, in her eye: and she, the queen of this world, can give you many things. The other is beautiful, but not alluring, nor rich, nor powerful; and there tire traces of care and sorrow in her face, and (mar vellous to say) Iter look is downcast, ami yet noble. She can give you no thing, but she can make you somebody. If you cannot bear to part from her sweet, sublime countenance, which hardly veils with sorrow its infinity, follow her, I say, if you are really minded so to do; but do not, while you are on this this track, look back with ill-conceived envy on tbe glittering things which fall in the path of those who prefer to follow the rich dame, aud to pick up the riches and honors which fall from her cornucopia. 'lliis is, in substance, what a true artist said to ms only the other day, impatient, as lie told me, of the com plaints of those who would pursue art, and yet would have fortune. and and one was borne away the hiss of a rattle-snake. The general gaze, however, was di verted by the advent of the fail pria- ouer, who then canty ip surrounded In each baud, evfry barrel discharfed, her three her guard. The apparition was enough 1 H ves flashed, wildly, her lips parted with » females mother fainted, in convulsions. The whole boar. The jury rendered a wrdiet of “ Not Guilty,’’ withitut leaving the box; nnd h occupied bat an ttheeee, like successive earthquake, shook the old of court An Irishman was sued by a doctor for the amount of his bill for medicine and attendance, and Paddy being call- ' ed upon to state why he refused to pay^ replied: “Why should I pay for sich stufl’I The medicine was of no use to me. Shure, he sent mo two emetics and ne’er a one of them could I. on my stomach.”