Concord Free Press, 9/5/1849, page 4

POET'S CORNER

For the Free Press.

 

The following lines were written by a friend of mine, a few days previous to his death at Bermuda, whither he had gone for his health. He hoped that a sea voyage and a change of air might restore his system, wasting by that heedless destroyer, Consumption. But, no! his destiny was fixed, and bright genius and noble nature bowed submissively. They are breathed in a tone of sorrow, natural to a mind highly sensitive, when it muses on the early joys of youth, and sees before it the termination of all its hopes. Friend .J., please give them a corner in your Journal.

E.

 

 

TO MISS ******

 

Though the life-blood of health has abandoned my cheek,

And hope with her syren song fled from my view,

Yet disease only conquers this poor, faded form!

The heart's green affection it cannot subdue.

 

O'er the couch, as I slumbered, thy dear image stood,

Recalling the scenes when our loves were yet new,

And it smiled as I murmur'd thy name in my dream,

To hear how a dying heart still could be true.

 

Oh, why did my infant heart kindle to thine,

And fondly confide in a vision of bliss;

Oh, why was thou fated to cling to a frame,

So hopeless, so fragile, so transient as this?

 

But farewell thou loved one, who gave life its charm,

And cherished a flower now fading so fast;

This bosom, though sinking, glows warmer to thee,

As the lamp blazes brightest when gleaming its last.

 

 

Miscellaneous.

From the People's Platform.

THE PRESENT CONDITION OF THE

WORLD. – NO. 2.

 

By a reference to Great Britain it will be seen, and, it is hoped, felt that a nation may become strong in war, abound in men of science and scientific works, filled with all manner of labor-saving machinery, skilled in the science and practice of agriculture, and surfeited with money, and yet the great majority of those who do the labor be deprived of the elementary necessities of life, pure air, proper food and clothing, and their intellectual condition equally oppressed arid degraded.

In Great Britain, and in all other countries similarly circumstanced, capital has become the enemy of labor. Lightning and steam and machinery have been brought to operate against the very vitality of the laboring man's interests. Every new invention hitherto has had a tendency to sink him lower in the scale of being. True, this is unnatural. Every achievement of Genius, every new discovery in the science of mechanism and agriculture, every element that is subjugated and brought to labor for man should be hailed by the laborer as a sure friend, should be esteemed by him as a co-laborer, should have had a direct tendency to elevate his condition and equalize and harmonize the great family of man. But such has not been the case. Why? Because capital has been esteemed and honored more than labor. Money has been permitted to seize on every valuable invention. Let it not be forgotten, that every real good which man can appropriate is the price of the laborer's effort. Sunshine and rain, climate and soil, will neither feed nor clothe, nor in any way supply the necessities of man, without man's labor. Capital is mere dust, gold without value, machinery of all kinds is worth nothing without the workings of man's hands and man's fingers. Still the mere laborer – the individual, whether male or female, who has nothing but the ability and willingness to labor, is pointed, at the family board of the wealthy, in the sanctuaries of our religion and in all our halls of science and pleasure, to the lowest seat, where humility should sit and be content. These are truths which should be inscribed among the clustering flowers and on the clustering stars.

To this state of things society is fast tending in our own country. Over a beautiful and extensive section of our republic, the dark cloud of Slavery hangs like a death-pall under which the trickling blood of the laborer answers to the sounding lash of the robber of God and the usurper of man's most holy rights, and where the bursting heart of the robbed mother avails not to save the child from a most unnatural and life-long captivity. There innocence pleads in vain. Tears fall on hearts of adamant. Groans and the smothered wails of crushed hearts excite only the derisive laugh. There the silent eloquence, that most powerful pleader of suffering infancy, excites no sympathy, obtains no relief. They are the tears, the groans, the wailings, the eloquence, the pleadings, only of the LABORER! Why should they be heard? Why?

Under that dark and portentous cloud, which distils only tears and blood, and mutters incessant groans and unavailing prayers, Degradation – a chattel without Human Rights – is stamped in unmistakable characters on the brow of every laborer, whether white or black.

But what think ye? Are those who sit under this cloud, in high places, who, with piratical hand, have garnered around themselves the surplus of the laborer's toil, and who hold the scorpion lash, and extract the tears and the blood of the laborer, sinners above all others? – Nay, verily. When capital and machinery are arrayed against labor, there sin abounds.

It is not only in the South, where the iron links of the slave-chain are visible to the material eye and the clanking of the manacles fall harshly on the ear, but at the North also, where the profits of labor are filched from the laborer, without noise and without visible manifestations, that “they bind heavy burdens and grievous to be borne, and lay them on men's shoulders, but they themselves will not move them with one of their fingers.” – The present condition of the South is so evidently unnatural, that it needs but to be seen to be seen to be condemned. – Hence, eventually, it will work out its own cure. It needs no physician to feel the pulse and prescribe the cure. But at the North, the condition of the body politic may be truthfully likened to the “whitened sepulchers.” The outside is fair, the death-worm preys on the vitality. The disease, to be hated, must be bro't to light. The effects are being manifested, the cause lies deeply hidden.

Throughout the civilized world, and especially in our own country, the condition of the laboring class is truly this: The laborer is placed between two grades of paupers. On his right is situated the gilded pauper, who calls himself, and is called, rich-wealthy, and who demands of the laborer, as his especial right, the first fruits of the earth and the fatlings of all the flocks. On his left is situated the ragged, destitute, improvident, pauper, for the most part ignorant, filthy and degraded. For this class the laborer must build the poor house, the hospital and the asylum, provide the coarse nourishment and covering, do all the labor, and pay the keepers and officers. For the first class of paupers the laborer builds splendid mansions, with spacious airy rooms, furnishes them with the most costly furniture, velvet-covered sofas and ottomans, loads their tables with the world's choicest luxuries, fills their cellars with the grape's most mellow juice, affords them luxurious carriages, and rears for their particular benefit the high-blooded and glossy steed. Attired by the laborer with the finest clothing that ingenuity can fabricate, and waited upon, even to dressing their persons and holding their horses, by the daughters and sons of toil, – this class of paupers are placed at their ease, and have every opportunity for polishing their manners and informing their minds, or by speculation, party politics, and usury, to increase his facilities of controlling the muscles and hands of the laborer. The other class of paupers demand nothing, or if they do, they get but little. A poor-house and rags and coarse fare, are their portion. They have neither power nor influence. They are charity's poor. And yet they are the legitimate children of the rich pauper, who, like a parasite, robs the heart of society of life. Great wealth cannot exist at one end of society without producing heart-smitten and starved poverty at the other. A daguerreotype of the world, without coloring or falsities, presents this picture – two distinct classes of paupers, and the working class between them, to provide for and feed them both. On the laborer's broad shoulders rest the world's hope and the world's destiny.

But right manfully has he sustained the burden. Throughout the length and breadth of our country, the forest melts away from his presence, cultivated fields spring up around him. He improves the country and builds the city. He creates all the wealth. Without him there would be no canals, railroads, no internal nor external improvements. He builds up the State-House, and, hard by it, the prison-house. He has chequered our country all over with poor-houses and asylums, those living witnesses of a nation's misgovernment and disgrace. He has created all our costly cushioned churches, and clothes & feeds all our preachers. He equips, and warms, & nourishes all our soldiers, and sends them out to do the murderer's dark deeds, in the name of war. He builds up the palace, and makes the soft couch for the titled warrior, and circles his hard brow with war's bloody wreath. He sends forth the missionary of the cross to tell a lost and perishing world of a Christ crucified to redeem and save. Labor not only ‘conquers all things,’ but labor accomplishes all things. In our country, onward and westward has been the march of the laborer, transforming the wilderness into cultivated fields, and, like the keen scented blood-hound, the speculator has followed his tracks like a vampire, to darken his sky and blight his hopes, and everywhere around the speculator cluster abject want and robbed industry.

Such is the true condition of our country. Throughout its length and breadth labor is dishonored, wealth flattered and caressed. The consequence is that every body seeks to be wealthy. Mammon is our God, and our country is becoming a great arena of speculating gladiators, and misery and wretchedness and want are every day increasing.

Where rests the fault? Not solely with the wealthy – the speculator – the successful robber, or the more unholy usurer. But the whole body politic if fearfully diseased, the great heart of humanity beats with misdirected pulsations, and its vital members are fevered, bruised and bleeding. Where is the remedy? Let us enquire.

THEODOSIUS.

 

 

DIABOLICAL OUTRAGE.

 

The following account from the Lebanon (Warren Co.) Star, should cause the face of every white man in Ohio to tingle with shame. It shows that the diabolical spirit of slavery and the murderous malignity of caste are yet rife in at least one of the Counties of the State.

A riot occurred at Morrow on Saturday evening, which will probably give some trouble to the parties engaged in it. A theft was committed by a colored man named Henry Wadkins – a convict formerly in the Penitentiary, who was immediately arrested and committed to jail. This aroused the indignation of sundry persons in the village, who met on Friday and resolved that every negro should leave the place in one week thereafter. Notice was accordingly given, and on Saturday, as we understand, all had left with the exception of two, Charles Casey, and his wife, who had been assured that they would be suffered to remain. The ardor of the mob – for such we must characterize every body of men who set the laws of the country at defiance and meditate and commit violence on the persons and property of others – was quickened by their wrath, and on Saturday night they changed the time of the exodus of the Casey family and demanded that they should gird up their loins, put on their sandals and march forthwith. Casey refused to obey. At ten o'clock they approached the dwelling of the latter, and commenced an assault with stones and clubs. Casey took a position at the door, armed with an axe, and his wife guarded the window, club in hand. Soon the window was smashed in and a breach made through the door by the missiles of the assailants. An entry was then attempted by one of the mob, but the moment his head protruded through the door, Casey tapped him with the back of the axe, and he fell senseless to the ground. Instantly another mob-head was poked in and met a similar blizzard. These repeated and effectual rebuffs brought the mob to a parley. Terms of accommodation were proposed, which resulted in giving Casey & his wife five minutes start, to make their escape. They ‘closed in the overtures of mercy,’ thus graciously offered! The watch was held up. At a single bound, Casey and his wife leaped out of the house, followed by a shower of stones. – Fear gave suppleness to their limbs, and away they went up the road like deer pursued by a pack of wolves. As soon as the time was out, the mob started in pursuit, vengeful and eager for the prey. But, fortunately, they were led on a false trail. Instead of continuing on the Hopkinsville road, as it was supposed they would, the blacks left the road, waded the Miami, and found a sure refuge in the cornfields. The fight lasted some three hours, during which, Casey and wife defended themselves with a bravery and nerve worthy the highest commendation. Their only sin, so far as we can learn, was that God had given them a black skin! They were Africans! What an offence to justify a riot and expulsion from the town! We are told that every article of furniture in the house was destroyed, and sixteen dollars in money stolen! The matter will, of course, undergo a legal investigation, and we therefore forbear any further comments.

 

 

SMITH, THE RAZOR-STROP MAN.

A SPECIMEN OF HIS LOGIC.

 

Everybody, from Nova Scocia to Texas, from Cape Cod to the great city of St. Louis, and perhaps along the “far west” to California, knows the “Razor strop man.” Well, here he is, to that life. – Some editor, without telling his whereabouts, (for we find it in an exchange paper without credit,) reports the following “speech,” as obtained at a private interview. “We,” editor of the Watchman, have, oft and again, seen the “Razor strop man,” shook hands with him, conversed, heard his own story in private, and his cutting, witty speeches in public, and attest the following to be genuine – “no counterfeit.”

We have heard from him these same pithy remarks, and can assure our temperance friends, “there are a few more of the same sort left.” Here it is. – Western Watchman.

“Some folks say that it is right to drink alcohol, because it is a good creature of God. Well, grant that it is; so is castor oil and so is vinegar a good creature of God, but is that a sufficient reason for a person to drink it three, four, or a dozen times a day? A dog is a good creature of God; but suppose a dog gets mad, and bites a man or a woman, would you let him alone, because, as you say, he was a good creature! Would you be satisfied with cutting off his ear or his tail ; or would you knock him on the head, and pitch him headlong into the street. Now, alcohol is worse than a mad dog, for a bite from a mad dog only destroys life, while a bite from alchy destroys reason, reputation, life, and everything else, besides dragging down the family of the bitten man to poverty and want.

But alchy doesn’t bite a mouthful at first. When he first snapped at me, he only tickled me a little. I liked it first-rate, and was anxious to get another, and still another bite. The old rascal of a tyrant kept nibbling away at my heels, as though he didn’t mean to harm me; while I, like a poor fool, kept coaxing him on, until at last he gave me a “snap”, in earnest, and took the elbows right out of my coat! Next, he took the crown out of my hat, the shoes off my feet, the money out of my pocket, and the sense out of my head, until at last I went raving mad through the streets, perfectly a victim to alciphobia. But I signed the pledge and got cured ; and if there is any man who has been bitten as I was, let him take this teetotal medicine, and I'll warrant him a speedy cure.

But allowing that alcohol is a good creature of God, are there not other good creatures too, such as beef, pork, puddings, pies, clothes, dollars of ‘the same sort?’ Now, shall a man cling to the one good creature, and leave the ninety and nine untouched? Shall a man drink whiskey because it is a good creature of God, and go without good food, a good home, a good hat, a good fat wallet, a good handsome wife, and good, well-dressed children? No sir-ree! As for me, give me good beef and pudding, good pork and sausage, good friends, a good bed, good clothes, a good wife, and good children, (or bad, rather than miss, and I'll try to make ‘em good,) and old king alchy may go to Texas, for all I care.

Some say that wine is a ‘good creature,’ because our Savior once turned water into wine. Very good! but then he didn’t turn rum, gin whisky, logwood, coculus-indicus and cockroaches into wine, like some people do. He turned water into wine. Now, if any wine-bibbing apologist will take a gallon or a barrel of pure water, and by praying over it, or in any other way, will turn it into good wine, without mixing any other stuff with it, I'm the boy as will go in for a swig of it! Such wine must be good, and I go in for that kind, and nothing else. But as for your nasty, filthy, drunken stuff, which is sold in your grog-shops, it's a base counterfeit, and it's a blasphemous libel on our blessed Savior to liken it to the pure beverage he made.

Now, you, such as prefer one good creature of God's to all the rest, go and drink rum or whisky until you get picked as bare as a sheep's back, after it has crawled through a briar patch; but you as prefer the ninety and nine good creatures. go right straight and sign the pledge. Thousands have been saved by putting their names to that precious document, and still is there room for a ‘few more of the same sort.’”

 

 

HUNGARIAN WOMAN.

 

The world is paying tribute to the heroic character of the Hungarian women. One who knows them says that they have no fading moonlight countenances, blanched by privations and sorrow – on weary cheeks, lit up with the paroxysm of despair – no polished marble, with its cold, repulsive indifference – no figure of the drawing room, tortured into shape by some heathen milliner. There is a wild, daring, piercing beauty about these women, sprung from Caucasian mountains, by the side of which, your soft, blue-eyed, flaxen-haired, Saxon maid looks like a faint lithograph by the side of Correggio's incarnation.

 

There are three sights most detestable – a proud priest, giving his blessing, a knavish hypocrite saying his prayers, and a false patriot making a harangue.

 

If you are for pleasure – marry! If you prize rosy health – Marry! And even if money be your object – marry!

 

Why are all the ladies in favor of “Old Bullion?” Simon (the rascal) says it's because they're all “Bent-on-men.”

 

Retiring postmaster are all said to have the Collamer morbus.

 

 

THE LAW OF NEWSPAPERS,

 

For the benefit of ourselves, and some of our subscribers, who appear to have very imperfect notions of their responsibilities to newspaper publishers, we give below some of the common law principles of newspaper obligations, which our courts have established:

1. Subscribers who do not give express notice to the contrary, are considered as wishing to continue their subscriptions, and are legally responsible for the same.

2. If subscribers order the discontinuance of their papers, the publisher may continue to send them until all arrearages are paid.

3. If subscribers neglect or refuse to take their papers from the office to which they are directed, they are held responsible until they have settled the bill and ordered them discontinued.

4. If subscribers remove to other places without informing the publishers, and the papers are sent to the former direction, they are held responsible.

5. When newspapers are not taken from the post office, it is the duty of the postmaster to inform the subscribers of the same, and in default of doing so he is subject to reprimand or removal, from the head of the department.

6. Subscribers can have their papers stopped by paying up the arrearages, and directing the post master to order its discontinuance, or doing it themselves.

 

 

LOCAL AGENTS.

 

Those whose names are given below are authorized to act as agents for the Free Press, at their respective localities.

 

Cambridge, 0. - Samuel Craig.

Loudinville - A. R. Anderson.

Londonderry - Wm. Wilkins.

Leesville - J. N. Meek.

Scio - M. Jolly.

Steubenville - J. Orr and J. Steele.

Bloomingdale - Dr. J. Carter.

Moore's Salt Works - T. George.

Kimbolton - J. C. Walker.

Washington, 0. - John Craig.

Loydsville - Miss Jane Loyd.

Barnesville - Jesse Bailey.

Fairview - Rev. Merrill.

Flushing - Wm. Palmer.

Sewelsville - D. Pickering.

Shortcreek - Wm. Martin.

Elizabeth, Pa.- Z. Willson.

Venice, Pa. - Rev. Slater.

New-Alexandria, Pa. - Rev. A. M. Milligan.

Zanesville - S. Allen, Dr. Stokes.

Leesville Roads - Rev. Boyd.

Martinsburg - John McMillen.

Connersville, Ind. - D. Patterson.

Jamestown - James Morrow.

Greene - Matthew Wilkin.

Utica - Wm. Stevenson.

Cincinnati - James Brown.

New Richland - S. Mitchell.

Rushylvania - J. French, Jr.

Tranquility - Rev. Hucheson.

Morning Sun - James Milligan.

Bloomington, Ind. - Thomas Smith.

Dresden - Wm. Cunningham.

Otsego - Elijah Coulter.

Newcomerstown - George Walters.

Sicily - Joshua Bratton.

Columbus - David Jenkins.

Pickerington - John McDonald.

Iberia - Levi McGinnis.

Cumberland - William Rabe.

 

 

PROSPECTUS OF THE

NEW-CONCORD FREE PRESS.

 

THE FREE PRESS is an Anti-Slavery Journal, neutral in party politics, and independent of denomination, published weekly, in New-Concord, Muskingum county, Ohio, by N. R. Johnston.

Whilst the Free Press is neutral in politics, it is not intended that it shall be neutral in morals, or silent respecting the great questions which are now agitating the popular mind. Its objects are; to effect the Abolition of Slavery – prevent its extension over Territory now free – correct an erroneous public opinion respecting the rights of God and man – secure the establishment of Righteous Civil Government – the destruction of all systems of Oppression, whether in the form of Chattel Slavery, Land Monopoly, or Unequal Legislation the suppression of every kind of immorality now flooring and threatening to overwhelm our land, and the removal of every source of crime, destitution, ignorance, and degradation.

With these as the main objects of the Free Press, it will give a weekly summary of important foreign and domestic intelligence, necessary to acquaint its readers with the signs of the times, and bearing upon the interests of Education, Science, Temperance, Morals and Religion; and it is hoped that its weekly visit will be made welcome to all the lovers of truth and equity who may give it their patronage. To the friends of Truth and lovers of Liberty desiring National and Social Reform, we look for support – to the power of Truth, under the influence of the Divine Spirit, we look for success.

See Terms on first page.

 

 

BULLETIN, No. 1.

 

THE reflective traveler, as he reaches the highest ridge of the Alleghenies, on his journey Westward, is filled with the most profound and interesting sensations. His fancy rapidly surveys that vast and magnificent region which stretches itself far away towards the setting sun, bounded only by the waves of the Pacific ocean, and the rivers flow on through interminable woods. Rich prairies, like seas of verdure, are spread out, decked with bright and nameless bowers. Upon those countless millions of richest acres, the entire population of two worlds like this might find homes of plenty! These wonderful features of the mighty West fills his mind with the profoundest sensations. He reflects still further and the painful fact occurs to him that one great difficulty affects that regions namely, that which relates to Health. He knows that beside those streams, and upon those Prairies the enterprising inhabitants are often and sorely afflicted with Billious Complaints, in all their multiplied forms. A feeling of impatience comes over him that so little has thus far been accomplished to prevent and cure these; especially when he considers that no class of diseases yield so readily to proper means. It is not too much to say that if the difficulty alluded to were removed, and the West made as Healthy as the East, tens upon tens of thousands of human lives would be annually saved and every acre of land in the entire West be doubled in value.

THE GRAFENBERG COMPANY come before the public fully impressed with the importance of this subject; and with the positive certainty that they can prevent and cure sea die tsees of the West. The public has welcomed the Company with unparalleled enthusiasm. Everywhere its medicines are taking the lead of all others; and curing diseases which have baffled all other means.

The Company will hereafter issue Monthly Bulletins, by means of which the public can learn more of its operations. In the present one it can only be stated that

1. The Grafenberg Medicines are purely Vegetable.

2. They have been tested in tens of thousands of cases, with perfect success.

3. Of the Vegetable Pills alone thirty thousand boxes are sold each and every week!

4. The demand is constantly increasing.

5. Every article purchased of the Company or any of its Agents is warranted; and if it does not give satisfaction the money will be refunded.

The three Medicines to which the Company would call attention in the present Bulletin are the Grafenberg Vegetable Pills, for the prevention and cure of the diseases which afflict humanity (especially Billious) these pills are infinitely superior to any the world has before seen. No language can describe their virtues. They are as different from all others before the public as light is from darkness. Every family in the whole West should try them. If they do not give perfect satisfaction the money will be promptly refunded, Price 25 cents a box.

The Grafenberg Fever and Ague Pills. This Pill is the great conqueror of Fever and Ague, and Fever of all other types and forms.

The Grafenberg Health Bitters; A preventives of bilious and other diseases; and a restorer of the strength, the appetite and a healthy complexion. Price 25 cents a package; which will make two quarts of Bitters superior to any in the world.

The other Medicines are the Grafenberg Eye Lotion, the Children's Panacea, The Green Mountain Ointment the Consumptive's Balm, the Dysentery Syrup.

It is intended that there shall be a Grafenberg Depot in every neighborhood in the United States, at which the company's Medicines may be found.

The general Agent for this section of Ohio, is RICHARD GRIFFEE, Frazeysburg, to whom applications for agencies may be addressed.

 

 

[Dec. 15.] EDWARD BARTON. Sec'y.

Agents. – R. Harper, New-Concord; Philip Bastian, Bridgeville; Jos. F. Brown, Zanesville; J. & J.Crosby, do.; L. H. Worrell, West Zanesville; M. C. Eean, Putnam; Mrs. Wills, S. Zanesville; Benj. Adams, Dresden; Jacob Ackerson, Adam's Mills; D. S. Springer, do.; & Claypole, Nashport; Wymer, Bridgeville.

Jan. 14 ‘47-ly

 

 

GEMINI!!!

External Strength – Internal Comfort!!

 

GEORGE'S CONCENTRATED

QUAKING ASP BITTERS;

AND

Oleine Compound.

 

THE LATTER is confidently offered to the public as a certain cure for many diseases; and the most effectual prescription in some obstinate diseases, said to be incurable. It is a SPECIFIC in old, running sores, suppurated wounds, cuts and bruises, burns, boils, tumors and sloughing ulcers of almost every variety.

 

SCROFULA,

 

In all its forms and aggravations, has invariably yielded to its sanative influence. Its medicinal powers have been fully tested in the great master disease.

 

WHITE SWELLING,

 

And have never been known to fail, in a single instance, when applied according to directions. It is also an unequalled nepenthic and strengthening plaster for the back, breast, side, or any other part of the system which may demand such an assistant. In deep seated inflammations, if applied in time, it will often prevent suppuration; and when it does not do this, it will hasten the development of the disease with much less pain, and prepare for an easy and speedy cure.

The Concentrated Quaking Asp should invariably accompany the application of the Salve. These Bitters have not been mixed up and presented to the public as an experiment, but they have been prepared with the greatest care and their medicinal properties fully tested. They are an excellent remedy for Indigestion, Dyspepsia, Loss of Appetite, Flatulence, Pain in the Stomach, Cholic, Costiveness, Heart-Burn, Dysentery, Diarrhea, Influenza, Cold, Cough, Pain in the Breast, Asthma, Pleurisy, Palpitation of the Heart, Liver Complaint, Impurity of Blood, and general Nervous Debility. Nearly all the above diseases, or in fact, any derangement of the digestive organs or corrupt humors in the system, exposes the subject to great danger during the prevalence of any epidemic. CHOLERA can be prevented much more easily than cured.

The Quaking Asp Bitters are an invaluable Alterative. They are slightly cathartic, and as a tonic, eminently calculated to restore energy to the system, purify the blood, promote the secretions, remove torpidity of the organs, kindly assist nature in her operations, and thus prevent the necessity of resorting to poisonous and destructive drugs.

They are pleasant to take, purely vegetable, and perfectly safe for either male or female in all conditions. If permitted, we could exhibit certificates of their agreeable and salutary effects in diseases peculiar to women, proving them peculiarly applicable to even the most sensitive and delicate constitution.

Costiveness in children, Colic and Cholera Infantum, or Summer Complaint, have invariably and speedily been relieved.

Don’t put off too long. Delays are dangerous. Disease is more easily checked by some mild and gentle medicine in an incipient state, than cured by the best physicians and strongest drugs when it has fully possessed the whole system. We present a very few certificates, selected from many, of the beneficial effects of our Salve and Bitters.

 

NEW CONCORD, January, 1849.

I do hereby certify that I was for more than two years afflicted with the White Swelling. The very best medical aid was tried for a considerable time, but the disease still became worse. I then obtained some of the OLEINE COMPOUND, and after using it according to directions, the disease was speedily and perfectly cured. I have since used it with the best success in running sores. I therefore recommend it to the world, as in my opinion being an effectual cure for White Swelling, which is one of the most obstinate diseases.

JOHN BELL.

 

CHANDLERSVILLE, Jan., 1849.

In reference to the Oleine Compound I can say, that it was the “good Samaritan” to us. My eldest daughter was long and almost hopelessly afflicted with the real White Swelling. At last I procured this excellent Salve, the disease was mastered, and our daughter restored to health. Many of my neighbors can witness to the uncommon medicinal qualities of the Compound. Its application is attended neither by danger nor pain.

ROBERT WILSON.

 

From the Rev. J. Love.

 

To the PUBLJC: – Having been attacked with bilious Cholic and having suffered severe pain during thirty-six hours, a friend kindly and opportunely presented me a small portion of the Quaking Asp Bitters. Having taken it, the effect was instantaneous relief: and fifteen minutes after, my bowels were as free from pain as before I had the attack. I feel confidently persuader that the Bitters have all the medicinal properties, which are attributed to them in the card with which the public are presented, and that the afflicted will in consequence of a trial, test in their own happy experience their benign salutary effects.

J. LOVE.

Londonderry, O., Feb. 12th, 1849.

 

By the use of one bottle of the Concentrated Quaking Asp Bitters I was permanently cured of Diarrhea which has troubled me very much during the past three months.

ESTHER MILHOLLAND.

New-Concord, July, 1849.

 

I hereby certify that the Quaking Asp Bitters have been used by myself and family with unusual success. – invariably relieving pain in the breast, troublesome coughs, indigestion, colic and dysentery.

ROBERT GEORGE.

New-Concord, August, 1819.

 

I take pleasure in recommending George's Quaking Asp Bitters as a certain remedy for pain in the stomach or bowels, Indigestion and Dysentery.

JOHN M'CARTNEY.

New-Concord, August 6th, '49.

 

We have used the Oleine Compound in very aggravated running sores and sloughing ulcers, and also in scalds and burns, with the most satisfactory success. We consider it a most useful family medicine.

GEORGE MADDEN.

ISABELLA MADDEN.

New-Concord, August 6th, 1849.

 

We are well assured of the powerful medicinal properties of the Oleine Compound, having tried it with success in a very severe attack of Scrofula, in which the skill of different physicians had been tried and failed. It is an excellent salve for sores, cuts and burns. We use it as a family medicine.

JAMES HANSON.

REBECCA HANSON.

 

For sale at New-Concord and the neighboring villages.

 

Done