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-gjSsTABLE PATRIOT,
commercial' advertiser,
,BUSHED KVKBY TUESDAY , A FEW ROOKS
0 wVsT OF THE COUIiT HOUSK , BY
S. B. PHINNEY,
EDITOR AND PROPRIETOR.
H. D. LEWIS PRINTER.
o^g Two dollars per year, in advance , or
I - three months—or two dollars and fifty cents at
>*' nd of rbe year.
the,pVEBXI SEMENTS inserted on the most favora-
bUJ^opaper discontinued until nil arrearages are
jf ^eept
a^e o p^o f t h e
l^bli^
F. A. JONES & CO.,
No. 1
TREMONT ROW,
2B©OTOH9
Would call the attention of Purchasers to the immense
and complete assortment of
RICH SILKS,
OF ALL TUB
NEW and VARIOUS S TYLES and COLORS.
~¥o¥cT~
CASHMERE
LONG AND SQUARE
§MAWII*
OF C H OI C E D E S I G N S,
—IN—
White , BlacK , Bine, Green and Mode
Centers.
A LARGE STOCK OF ALL COLOES AND QUALITIES
CRAPE SHAWLS ,
BOTH EMBROIDERED AND PLAIN.
A GRKA T M AN Y
BLACK SILK SHAWLS,
OF ALL SIZES.
DIFFERENT WIDTHS AND QUALITIES OF
SILKS ,
Wm W
f mt®® snadl ID)ir@§s®8o
SIXTY CASES DESIRABLE
DRESS GOODS,
SUCH AS
Bombazine s, Alpaccas, Cashmeres, Ba-
reges , muslins , Ginghams , De-
laines , &<•.
Together with a fall selection of
MOURNING GOODS,
ALSO, ALL THE
LATEST AND MOST FASHIONABLE STYLES OF
YISITES AND MANTILLAS,
OP ALL QUALITIES ,
ALL OF WHICH WE OFFER AT THE
MOST »ECI»E B BARGAINS,
so that all may be assured that the full value of theii
money will be returned to them.
We give you some REASONS WHY it will bi
to j our advantage to purchase of us:—
1st. We do an immense business , and can afford t<
sell at a small advance over the cost.
2d. We can purchase, ourselves , cheaper in conse
quenee of buy ing in larger quantities.
3d. Our expenses are smaller , in proportion to ou
business, than any other Store in New England.
4th . We close off , at the end of every business sen
son , all the old stock on hand : this enables us to tak
^'advantage of the market, and always offer new goods.
5th. We sell onl y for cash,so that we are not oblige.
to overcharge our paying customers to make up losse
°n bad debts.
Ana lly, our Stock is selected with special referenc
to the fashionable retailtrade, and comprises the plair
est and cheapest fabrics , as well as the richest and bes
DPo Aa aj@srn^ <2s ©®°9
No. 1Tremoni Row,
"early opposite head of Hanove r st
BOSTON.
^Jiay 14 6m
_ ___ —
Hats, Caps , #c.
S?EING- PATTERNS .
Joseph ITlothrop
¦
M
S Continues to manufacture, at the sign
^BpiF
of the Big Hat, opposite the Post Office.
e PUre1iasert in Boston or elsewhere. Traders
u
°t»ers favoring him with their custom , mny depend
Pon his work being clone in the most thor oug h man-
XrSl will be sold on the most favorabl e terms.
tlotic
and CapS mado t0 or(ler > at thu sh ortest
He hasjust received a splendid assortment of Sprin<*
I attorns, and gentlemen in want of superior f ashiona ble
«ats, are invited to call and examine hist assortment
__£arnstablo, April 16. eop3m
Superior black visitk silk^T^
k
^,
by N. T. HALLET.
Yarmouth Port, May 28,
[For the Barnstable Patriot .|
Remarks on the physical structure of the eye are not
int ended in this brief communication. We leave all
such subjects to some newly fled ged disci ple of iEscu-
lap ius , who salli es fo rth dail y, lanc et and pill-b ox in
hand , to slay bis part of the human race. What we de-
sign to speak of is the utility of a good pair of eyes
mentall y. Some people in this strange world , it would
seem , have none, yet they are not horn blind ,neither do
they lose their sight by accid ent. They are wilfull y
blind ; '" they choose darkness rather than light."—
When they wake into life they find a ni ght enp ov er
their eyes , and being too stupid to pull it off they wear
it all their days. Such people never see anything.—
They may make a tour of Europe—stand on the sum-
mit of Mount Blanc—he transported to the vale of
Chamouni , or visit Naples, which in the opinion of ma-
ny is the height of sight seeing, and when they return
th ey know nothing , nor have they seen anything, unless
they have been so fortunate as to obtain a glympse of
"the elephant."
Others have the organ of sight wonderfull y developed.
They see all that is to be seen and sometimes more.—
Thev know every bod y and everything—can tell more
about the village and their nei ghbors ' business after re-
siding in it a fortni ght than the oldest inhabitants ; and
some even are so very keen they would notice anything
that hung from a lad y's window , should it chance to be
no more than n piece of tape.
It is well to possess this "gift from Heaven ," but not
to abuse it. Ri ghtl y directed , it will enable us, when
we take a survey of the works of God, to see him in the
towering mountains, on whose summit the fleecy cloud
reposes, or in the broad green valley, chequered with
smiling villages and cultivated fields ; nay more, should
we walk those fields in the sweet Spring time, we may
see him even in the humble king cup and modest violet
that raise their tiny heads, redolent with fragrance and
heauty, to praise his name. We mi ght then take the
infidel by the hand , and show him how to
"Find tongues in trees , hooks in the running brooks ,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything. "
Yet we should remember there are bounds to human
vision. The same being who said to the rolling waters
on the morn of creation , "Thus far shalt thou go," said
also to man , "Thus far and no farther shalt thy vision
extend."
Here we find a bourne that is impassable—a harrier
that is insurmountable; and we might as well attempt
to scale the frowning preci pice or find the ocean wave
as to go beyond it. Hence it is impossible to under-
stand the secrets of philosophy—to look into a millstone
to unravel the accounts oi the Cape Cod Branch Rail
Road—or to see the utility of a Light House at the en-
trance of Farmet Harbor. These and many other things
are beyond the reach of mortals , and will not he known
until it is ascertained for a certainty who struck the
celebrated William Patterson , Esq. Let us then ac-
kn owled ge that in our best estate we "see as throug h a
glass darkl y; " at least , let us not seek lo be wise above
what is written ," for these reflections convince us that
it is a great thing to have eyes, but a greater (thing) to
know how to use them. Makia J. Baldwin.
Truro, May 30, 1850.
Eyes.
MISCELLANEOUS.
PAUL DENTOH,
T.H E T E X A N M I S S I O N A R Y .
BY CHARLES SUMMEUFIELD.
During the last week of September , 1836, the first
successfu l camp meeting was held in Eastern Tex-
as. I emp loy the epithet "successful ," because sev-
eral previous failures had apparen tl y rendered an ef-
fort of a like kind perfectly hopeless. Inileeil , (he
meridian at that period was most uncongenia l to re-
ligious enterpris e. The country bordering; on the
Sabine had been occupied , rather than settled , by >t
class of adventurers almost as wild as the savages
whom they had scarcel y expelled , mid the beasts of
prev which still disputed their dominion of the pri-
meval forests. Professional "amblers , refugees from
the jail , absconded debtors , outlaws from every land ,
forgets of false coin , theives , robbers , murderers , in-
terspersed among a race of uneducate d hunters and
herdsmen , made up ihe strange social miscellany ;
without courts or prisons , or churches or schools, or
even the shadow of civil authority or subordination
—ii sort of munici pal pandemonium, where fierce
passion sat. enthroned , wavin g its blood y sceptre , the
naked bowie knife ! Let no one accuse me of exag-
geration , for the sake of dramatic effect ; I am
speaking now of Shelby Comity—that home of the
Lynch ers—the , terrible locale , where ten years later,
forty persons were poisoned to death at a marriage
supper !
It will be obvious that in such a community, very
few would be disposed to patronize camp meetings;
and according ly a dozen different trials at various
times had never collected a hundred hearers on a
sing le occasion. But even these were not allowed
to worshi p in peace ; uniforml y the first day and
ni ght a band of armed desperadoes, headed by the
notorious Walt Focman , chief ju dge and execution-
er of the Shelby Lynchers , broke into the . altar and
scattered the mourners , or ascended the pul f.i t Hiid
treated the preacher with a gratuitous robe of tar
and featheis ! Hence, all prudent evangelists soon
learned to shun the West bank of the Sabine , as if
it had been infested by a cohort of demons; and two
whole years elapsed without any new attempt to
erect the cross in so imperious a field.
At leng th , however , an advertisement appeared ,
promising (mother effort in behalf of the Gospel.
The notice was unique, and a perfect backwood cu-
riosity, both as to its tenor and mode of publicati on.
Let me give it verbatim tt literatim :
"Bariskcue Camp Meeting.
There will be a Camp Meeting, to commence the last
Mond ay of this month , at the Double Spring Grove,
near Peter Brinson 's, in the County of Shelb y.
The exercises will open with a splendid barbecue.—
Preparati ons arc being rnnilc to suit all tastes : there
will bo a good barbecue, better liquor; ami the best ot
Gospel ! PAUL DEiNTON, Missionary, M. h. C.
Sept. 1, 1836."
At first many regarded the matter as a hoii x ,p lay-
ed oil' by some wicked wag, in ridicule of popular
credulity. But this hypothesis was negati ved by the
statement of Peter Brinson , proprietor ol the Double
Spring Grove , who informed all inquirers that he
had been employed and paid by a stranger calling
himself h Method ist missionary, to provide an amp le
barbecue at the period and place advertised.
"But the li quor—the better li quor—are you lo fur-
nish the li quo r, too ?" was the invariable question
of each visitor.
"The missionary said he would attend to that him-
self ," rep lied Brinson.
"He must be a precious original ," was the general
rejoinder. A proposition which most of them after-
wards hud an opportunity to verif y experimentall y.
I need hardl y add that an intense excitement re-
sulted. The rumor took wings ; flew on the. wind ;
turned to storm—a storm of exaggeration—every
echo increased its sound , till nothing could be heard
but the "Barbecue Camp meeting ;" it became the
focus of thoug ht , the stap le of dreams. And thus
(he unknown preacher had secured one thing in ad-
vance—a congregation embracing the entire popula-
tion of the County, which was likel y the sole pur-
pose of his stratagem.
I was travelling in that part of Texas at the time ,
and my imag ination being inflamed by the common
curiosity, I took some trouble to attend. But al-
thou gh my eyes witnessed the extraordinary scene ,
I may well despair in try ing to paint it—the pen of
Homer or the pencil of Hogarth were alone ade-
quate to the,sublimity and burlesque of the compli-
cated task. I may onl y sketch the angular outlines.
A space had been cleared away immediatel y
around the magnificent Double Spring, which boiled
up with force sufficient to turn a mill wheel , in the
very centre of the evergreen grove. Here a pul pit
had been raised , and before it was the inseparable
altar for mourners. Beyond these at the distance
of fifty paces, a succession of plank tables extended
in a great circle ,or the perimeter of a polygon , com-
plete ly enclosing the area about the spring. An
odoriferous steam of most delicious savor , diff used
itself tinou »h the s-ir; this was from the pits in the
adjacent prairie , where the fift y slaves of Peter
Brinson were engaged in cooking the promised bar-
becue.
The grove itself was literall y alive , teeming,
swarming, running over , with strange figures in the
human shape , men , women and children , in every
variety of outlandish costume. All Shelby County
wj is there. The hunters had come, rifles in hand ,
and dogs balking at their heels ; the rogues, relu-
gees, and gamblers , with pistols in their belts and big
knives peep ing from their shirt bosoms ; while here,
and there might be seen a sprinkling of well dressed
plante rs, with their wiv«s and daug hters.
The tumult was deafening : a tornado of babbling
tongues, talking, shouting, quarreling, betting, and
cursing for amusement. Suddenl y a cry arose , "Col.
Watt Foeman ! Hurra for Col. Walt Foeman !
"—
And the crowd parted to the right and left , to let
the lion Lyncher pass.
I turned to the advancing load-star of all eyes,
and shuddered involuntaril y at the devilish counte-
nance , that met my glances; and yet the fcatutes
were not onl y youthful but eminentl y handsome ;
the hideousness lay in the look , full of savage, fire—
ferocious, murderous. It was in the reddish-yellow
eye-balls with arrowy pup ils, that seemed to flash jets
of lurid flame; in the sneering li ps with their ever-
lasting icy smile. As to the rest , he whs h tall , ath-
letic , very powerful man. His train , a dozen armed
desperadoes , followed him.
Foeman spoke in a voice sharp, piercing as the
point of a dagger: "Eh ! Brinson , where is the new
missionary ? we want to give him a plumed coat."
"He has not yet arrived ," replied the planter.
"Wel l, I suppose we must wait for him ; but put
the barbecue on the boards ; I am as hungry as a
starved wolf."
"I ca nnot till the missionary comes , the barbecue
is his property."
A fearfu l li ght blazed in Foeman 's eyes, as he
took three steps towards Brinson , and fairl y shout-
ed : "Fetch the meat instantl y, or I'll fill your own
stomach with a dinner of lead and steel !"
This was the ultimatum of one. whose, authority
was the onl y law , and the planter obeyed without a
murmur. The smoking viands were, arranged on
the table by a score of slaves, and the. throng pre-
pared to commence the sump tuous meal , when a
voice pealed from the pul p it , loud us the blast of a
trumpet in battle : "Stay, gentlemen and ladies , til l
the irive.r of the barbecue asks God's blessinu !
"
Everv heart started , every eye was directed to the
speaker ; and a whisperless silence ensued , for all
alike were struck by his remarkable appearance.—
He. was almost a giant in stature , thoug h scarcel y
20 years of age ; his hair , dark as the raven 's wing,
flowed down his immense shoulders in masses of nat-
ural ringlets , more beautiful than ever wreathed
around the jewelle d brow of a queen by the labored
achievements of human art ; his eyes black as mid-
ni ght , beaming like stars over a face pale as Parian
marble , calm , passionless , spiritual , and wearing a
singular , undefinuble expression , such as mi ght have
been shed by the light of a dream from Paradise , or
the luminous shadow of an angel's wing. The hetro-
genious crowd , hunters , gambl ers, homicides , gazed
in mute astonishment.
The missionary prayed ; but it sounded like no
other prayer ever addressed to the throne of the Al-
mighty. It contained no encomiums on the splen-
dor of the divine attributes ; no petition in the tone
of commands ; no orisons for distant places, times ,or
objects ; and no impelled instructions as to the ad-
ministration of the government of the universe. It
related exclusivel y to the present peop le and the
present hour ; it was the cry of a naked soul , and
that soul a beggar for the bread and water of Heav-
enl y love.
He ceased , and not till then did I become con-
scious of weep ing. I looked around throug h my
tears , and saw a hundred faces wet as with rain !
"Now , my friends ," said the missionary, "partake
of God's gifts at the table , and then come and sit
down and listen to the Gospel."
It would be impossible to describe Ihe sweet tone
of kindness in which these simp le words were utter-
ed, that made him on the instant five hundred
friends. One heart , however in the assembl y, was
maddened by the evidence of the preacher 's wonder-
ful jiower. "God !
" Watt Foeman exclaimed , in a
sneering voice : "Mr. Paul Dentun , your reverence-
lias iied. You promised us not onl y a good barbe-
cue , but better li quor. Where is the li quo r?"
"There !" answered the missionary, in tones of
thunder , and pointing his finger at the matchles s
Double Spring, gushing up in the,strong columns ,
with a sound like n shout ol joy from the bosom of
the earth. "There!' he repeated , with a look ter-
rible as li ghtning, while ,his enemy actuall y trembled
on hi? feet ; "there is the li quor which God , the
Eternal , brews for all his children !
Not in the simmering still ,over smoky fires ,choked
with poisonous gases,and surrounded with the stench
of sickening odors and rank corruption , doth your
Father in heaven prepare, the precious essence of
life—the pure cold water. But in the green glade
and grassy dell , where the red deer wanders, and
the chilli loves to play, there God himself brews it;
and down , low down in the deepest valleys , flhere
the fountains murmur and the rills sing ; and hi gh
up on the tall mountain tops where the naked gran-
ite "litters like oold in the sun , where the storm
O I- T
clouds brood , and the thunder-storms crash ; and
aw ay far out on the wide wild sea , where the,hurri-
cane howls music, and big waves roar the chorus ,
sweeping the march of God—there He brews it ,that
beverage of life , the health-giving water. And ev-
erywhere it is a thinu of beauty—gleaming in the
dew-drop ; sing ing in the summer rain; shining in
the ice-gems, till the trees all seemed turned to liv-
ing jewels—spreading a golden veil over the.setting
sun , or a white gauze around the midni ght moon ,
sporting in the cataract ; sleeping in the glacier ;—
dancing in the hail-shower; folding its bri ght snow
curtains softl y about the wintry world ; and waving
the many colored iris, that serap h's zone of Ihe sky,
whose warp is the rain drop of earth—whose woof is
the. sun-hewn of heaven , all chequered o'er with ce-
lestial flowers, by the, mystic hand of refraction.—
Still id n-ays it is beautiful—that blessed life—water!
No poison bubbles on its brink ; its foam brings not
madness and murder; no blood stains its liquid glass;
pale widows and starving orp hans weep not burning
tears in its dear depths ; no drunkard 's shrieking
ghost from the grave , curses it in words of eternal
despair ! Speak out my friends ,would you exchange
it for the demon 's drink , alcohol ?"'
A shout like the roar of a tempest answered "No !"
Criti ( S need nevertell me again that backwoods-
men