Posts Tagged ‘1839’

Circling Through My Ruddy Nose

July 24, 2010


HAIL, Tobacco, queen of flowers,
Solace of my lonely hours,
Fume that fuddles as it flows,
Circling through my ruddy nose.
Let others boast of joys of soul
That kindle o’er the flowing bowl,
Or fancy raptures, as they sip
Balmy, sweets from Lesbia’s lip;
Sweeter far the fume that flows,
Circling through my ruddy nose.
Vulgar souls may deem that noses
Were only made for smelling roses;
Smokers, true to nature’s plan,
Feel the dignity of man,
And use their nose as a stack o’
Chimnies to expel tobacco
Herb divine for thee shall rise
Clouds of incense to the skies;
O’er thy notaries’ brains shall flit
Many a sooter kin of wit,
And noses yet unborn shall shine
With radiance luminous as mine.
Whether from hooker, pipe or quill
Thy fumes ascend, I love thee still,
Whatever shape thou deign’st to wear,
Long-cut, short-cut, shag, segar,
There’s not a whiff of thee but goes
A short or long cut thro my nose.
Hail, tobacco, Queen of Flowers,
Solace of my lonely hours,
Fume that fuddles as it flows,
Circling through my ruddy nose.

Ohio Repository, The (Canton, Ohio) Jun 6, 1822

Image from the following book:

Title: A paper:- of Tobacco, Treating of Smoking, by Joseph Fume
Author: William Andrew Chatto
Published: 1839
(Google book LINK)

Show a Little of the Spirit of John Hancock in ’76

March 25, 2010

"Whatsoever Things Are True - Whatsoever Things Are Honest - Whatsoever Things Are Just - Whatsoever Things Are Pure - Whatsoever Things Are Of Good Report." -- St. Paul.

The Ohio State Journal talks somewhat like giving up. Not so fast, Mr. Journal. —

What, give up the principles of the Whig cause? Abandon all the country, and all the dearest hopes we have cherished of the purity, excellence and glory of our noble institutions, to the dishonest and corrupt faction who have gained a temporary ascendancy?

Did our father ever despair? Can you read in all their toils, their sufferings, their dark and most cheerless hours, one single design to abandon their struggle?

Did Washington, with the feeble and suffering army of a few poor, ragged and bleeding soldiers, give up his hopes and prospects, even while Burgoyne with his proud, disciplined, and victorious army of mercenary troops was sweeping like a torrent everything before him?

In the darkest page of the American Revolution, there was no faltering. Our fathers knew that the Whig cause would triumph in spite of power, — and just so certain as the revolution happily succeeded, shall the Whig cause now succeed. —

Toryism, corruption, power, patronage, wealth, cannot all crush the principles of the Whigs. They are founded on the rock of eternal truth, and will triumph.

What, man — never despair. We shall be conquerors yet.

In Old Huron, local matters, falsehood, defamation, and inactivity of the Whigs, have all conspired to their temporary defeat. But they have the strength of the people, and depend upon it, they will not suffer that strength to lie idle another year.

We have a glorious cause, and though our band is diminishing, let us join together — die it may be, but never surrender.

Huron Reflector (Norwalk, Ohio) Oct 15, 1839

Image from: Winter Soldiers – Arming Americans With Knowledge (great website)

From the New York Whig.

Wholesome Thoughts.

We have heard a variety of reasons offered for the falling off of the Whig strength in Vermont. One says it is because CLAY is unpopular. Another says it is because SCOTT is talked of, instead of CLAY. A third takes snuff at both reasons, and insists that it is because the friends of the other candidates are trying to choke off the gallant HARRISON. Now what does this amount to? Why, the friend of Van Buren stands by, listening to all this folly, and says, gentlemen, you are all right — it is because your candidates are all unpopular.

Such is the inevitable consequence of all this talking about a preference of candidates. The enemy overhears our discussions about a chief. He puffs and blows over the embers of our disunion. If he can kindle a spark that burns for CLAY, or HARRISON, or SCOTT — he counts upon our overthrow. And when we talk of this man, or that man, he laughs in his sleeve to see a party so sound in its elements, and really so strong, so easily blown about by dissensions as to candidates. From the very first, Van Buren has built his hopes of success upon our want of union. — He knows very well how certain would have been his defeat in 1836, had the opposition been united against him. He fears our union now, more than any thing else.

The beast and only reason we think worth naming, for our loss in Vermont, is want of votes. It is said there were some thousands who staid at home. They are not true Whigs, then, and are just such troops as would run the wrong way at the opening of the battle. Count not upon such men. He is no true Whig who is absent from the polls, in the present posture of our national affairs. Voting is the only remedy we have to put down the corrupt oligarchy at Washington — and if the Whigs are remiss in their duty, there is little room for apology — and no possible hope of success.

We ought to regard every Whig, who for any reason short of absence from the State, or actual inability keeps away from the polls, as guilty of an offense against the community. There can be no excuse for such men — and they should be dealt plainly with. Let the press speak out. Let the Whigs, old and young, in every part of the country, who have to bear the brunt of the battle in every contest speak out — and tell these lazy drones to be up and doing. Tell them to work — to put their brawny shoulders to the wheel — and all will be well.

The great trouble with the Whig party, in all our election contests — and sorry we are to say it — is that there are too many who like to sit in their arm chairs, and look out of their windows abroad upon the labors of others. These men are unusually liberal — they mean well — they talk as if the world was as easily moulded as a new made cheese — and they never can blame themselves when the issue is unfavorable, for they said so and so, and if they had been listened to, why the result might have been different. The fact is, THESE MEN MUST WORK, if they would save the country. They must go into the field — they must address themselves to the people, and share with them the heat and burden of the struggle. The moment this is generally done, that moment is the victory won.

Some may think this is plain talk. It is so — and a little more plain talk may yet be necessary. We intend to speak plain. We can tell the Whigs that there is no danger — not from the enemy, so much as from their own indifference and want of zealous co-operation throughout the country. We certainly can conquer, if we will. But newspaper rallying won’t do the work — caucusses of a few hard laboring, earnest politicians, here and there, in this and that county, or city, or ward, will never accomplish the victory. No — we want all to work — we want the merchant from the counting-house, the lawyer from his books, the banker from his desk, and the rich man from his couch — to step forth into the field, and work as others work in the struggle, in the issue of which THEY have infinitely more at stake than we have.

We want them to show a little of the spirit of John Hancock, in ’76.

He was liberal; he gave of his princely revenues to the good cause — but he did more, he gave his EXAMPLE, his personal exertions through the whole of the struggle, among his fellow citizens in the strife for victory.

This is what we want, more than money.

Huron Reflector (Norwalk, Ohio) Oct 15, 1839

A Penitentiary Offense

March 24, 2010


On Sunday last, a German by the name of Miller, who lives in this vicinity, came into town, exhibiting, with much satisfaction, a part of a human EAR, exclaiming, ‘I’se mark’d him,’ and wanted to find a magistrate to have it recorded. On inquiry being made of him, he stated that he suspected a man by the name of Lemon of milking his cows, and watched him.

About 2 o’clock in the morning, he saw Lemon milk two or three cows belonging to some of our citizens, and afterwards commenced milking his, (Miller’s.) He crept cautiously up behind him, and severed his ear from his head before Lemon was aware of his approach.

‘You’ve scratched my ear,’ said Lemon.

‘I’se cot your ear,’ said Miller; and started off to find a magistrate, to have the ‘mark recorded.’

‘But,’ said the gentleman to whom he was communicating his exploit, ‘do you know the consequences of what you have done?’

‘Vy, pe shure he vill pe hung as tey toes in Charmany, ven a man sheals.’

‘No, he will not be hung; but you are liable to be sent to the penitentiary for what you have done.’

On learning that so far from performing a meritorious act, he had committed a penitentiary offence, he became alarmed, and offered Lemon $50 to settle it; but the latter demanded $500. Lemon came and procured a warrant for Miller; but when the constable went in pursuit of him he had fled, and has not yet been taken.

We understand Lemon’s story is, that his child being unwell, he went out with a tea-cup to get some milk; but not finding his own cow commenced milking Miller’s; when he was assaulted as above described.

Sandusky Clarion.

Huron Reflector (Norwalk, Ohio) Dec 17, 1839

Restoring Suspended Animation: How to Save Someone Who has Drowned

May 26, 2009


Stuff they don’t teach you in contemporary First Aid classes:

Restoring Suspended Animation.
As the season is now approaching, when cases of drowning are most frequent, the following hints, which we have derived from the best authority, may be useful.

As the rude attempts of well meaning persons, to restore suspended animation, from drowning, are often quite as likely to extinguish life as to restore it, we have thought that we could not better serve the cause of humanity, than by publishing a few plain directions, for the guidance of those bystanders, on such accidents, till the assistance of a physician could be procured. We are reminded of this duty, by a fact that occurred only a day or two ago, when the first act of the persons around, on fishing out the body, was to roll it in a barrel, a proceeding generally murderous in its consequences.

1. The atrocious custom of suspending the body by the heels, or rolling it in a barrel, is not to be thought of; but carefully and quickly remove the body to a warm and dry room.

2. Cut off the wet clothes of the patient; place him on a low bed, on his right side, with the head slightly raised, and gently separate the jaws, to allow the escape of any water in the mouth or nostrils.

3. Endeavor to restore heat slowly to the body, by applying a bottle filled with hot water to the pit of the stomach, hot bricks to the soles of the feet, and frictions, with hot flannels or a soft brush, over the whole body.

4. Tickle the lips and the nostrils with a feather, or some other light body, dipped in hartshorn.

5. If these attempts do not succeed in restoring some degree of animation, burn small pieces of paper over the pit of the stomach, and on the thighs and arms.

6. If sensibility be restored, give a tablespoonful of camphorated brandy; or cologne water, diluted with two parts of water, every five minutes, but be careful to avoid forcing the patient to drink, while there is much difficulty in swallowing.

7. If sensibility be not restored, and the face is red or purple,  the limbs flexible and warm, bleed him, but do not resort to this remedy if the body is cold and stiff.

8. Tobacco is not to be used under any circumstances.

Huron Reflector (Norwalk, Ohio)  July 23,  1839

I guess rolling them in salt as a remedy had already fallen by the wayside.

The “Forty Million Debt” Made Tommy Cry

January 15, 2009
Loco Foco Hardtimes Token

Loco Foco Hardtimes Token

From the Albany Evening Journal.
DISTRESSING SCENE! — The Forty Million Debt! — We have read much in the Argus about the anticipated sufferings to be produced by the ‘Forty Million Debt.’ but was not aware that it had actually created present and alarming distress among the People, until the last Saratoga Whig came to hand, from which it will be seen that an entire Family has been thrown into a state of dreadful suffering on account of the apprehended evils of this horrid ‘Debt!’ — The last intelligence, it will be seen, left this distressed Family in a ‘deluge of tears.’ We shall look anxiously for further particulars in the Argus: —

From the Saratoga Whig.

A ‘CRYING SPELL.’ — A short time since, a young man, son of a disappointed Locofoco office seeker, after listening to a long tirade of abuse against the present State Administration between his father and another rabid Locofoco, who had both that morning been gloating over a late number of the Albany Argus, which was filled with sundry abuses of Governor Seward and the other State officers, and various misrepresentations as to the ‘forty million debt,’ went home, and seating himself on the floor, set up a most dolorous crying, ‘

What is the matter, my dear little Tommy,’ said his mother. The lad made no reply, but continued crying louder than before. ‘Why, bless my soul!’ said the anxious mother, taking Tommy on her knee, ‘something serious ails the child! — Tommy, tell your mother this minute where it aches the hardest.’

‘It don’t ache none,’ replied Tommy.

‘What does ail you, then?’

‘Daddy says the forty million debt is coming, and we shan’t have anything to eat — then I shan’t have no more bread and lasses — boo, boo, boo!’

O lordy, lordy! it’s the forty million debt that ails my child! Them whigs will kill us all, and distress the rest to death, that’s sartin. Boo, boo, boo!’ {The old lady sets in crying.}

At this juncture of affairs the office seeker enters, and inquires the cause of their grief.

‘Why, my dear husband,’ said the old lady, ‘Tommy is afraid the forty million debt will starve us all to death, poor little fellow.’ {Tommy and his mother set up a most lamentable wailing.}

‘Here,’ said the office seeker, ‘may be seen the practical effects of that odious recommendation! When will men see the horrible thing in its proper bearing. I’ve spent most of my time the past six months in trying to show up this distressing thing in its true light — but men won’t mind anything I say; and my property is going to ruin, just on account of this thing. I’m heartily discouraged!’ {Commences crying in company with his wife and child.}

The kitchen maid now enters, and trembling, inquires what has happened.
‘O! do see poor little Tommy,’ said the old lady, ‘it’s the forty million debt what ails him — see how he tumbles about the floor — boo, boo, boo!’

‘It’s bit him! said the maid, ‘and he’s either got the hydrofogia or the dismonitory symptoms, true as the world. Poor Tommy!’ {Maid chimes in with the others, and cries most bitterly.}

Mingo, the ostler, attracted by the groans and sobs, comes running from the barn, and with ‘eyes like bullets,’ inquires ‘wat made sich a debble ob a fuss!’

‘It’s forty million deaths what’s all but killed little Tommy,’ replied the maid.

‘Dem’s the same critters wat bit my heel todder night in de dark, and skare dis chil mos to def! What ail you too, massa, eh?’

‘O Mingo, it’s the cursed Seward debt,’ replied the office seeker.

‘Yes! the Steward’s debt!’ cried the old lady.

‘It’s the Slewed to death,’ sobbed the maid.

‘The Stewed dead!’ yelled Tommy.

‘Gosh amighty! de screwed bed!’ ejaculated Mingo —

Then they all set up a crying O!

Huron Reflector (Norwalk, Ohio) Oct 22, 1839


William H. Seward

From ‘A POLITICAL HISTORY OF NEW YORK’ by DeAlva Stanwood Alexander, page 35 in Vol. II. [emphasis mine]

The chief criticism of his opponents grew out of his acceptance of Ruggles’s estimate that the canals would more than reimburse the cost of their construction and enlargement. The Argus asserted that Seward, instead of sustaining the policy of “pay as you go,” favoured a “forty million debt;” and this became the great campaign cry of the Democrats in two elections. On the other hand, the Whigs maintained that the canals had enriched the people and the State, and that their future prosperity depended upon the enlargeii. 36ment of the Erie canal, so that its capacity would meet the increasing demands of business. In the end, the result showed how prophetically Seward wrote and how wisely Ruggles figured; for, although the Erie canal, in 1862, had cost $52,491,915.74, it had repaid the State with an excess of $42,000,000.