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IfL. MILLER, EDITOR AND PUBLISHER.
ToLUME IV.--NUMBER 21?
THE KANSAS EMIQEAITS.
T JOBX GREENLEAF WHITTJEE.
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AaUit lb fraod of man.
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Tbat fetd tbt Kaoiai roa;
tar trber tb rilfrim afaloa
hall float tb stttinf ion!
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TO THE QTJEEN.
Victoria oolJ ttij tnoilitr'i j
Hit liortd o'crthj ton,
A hm Btath on triumphal srvh,
raiitd throDb th Uod of VVathlnton;
VU mijlit th; mothra tan rvjoicv.
And in Iti (ladneu own.
MTitott hcam thr faUitn tl.rtw awtj,
Rvrr Victoria oa."
BT ELLEK LOUISE CHASDr.EIt.
"Ob, LilT, dar Lilj, awaet Liljr Dal!
Kow tbt wild roi bloiioma
Otr ber littl ren gnia,
'Xtatb Ibt trtfi in tilt fiowtrj valtl1
It was a beautiful Summer morning,
oa which I started for the acadmy of
Glenthorne. I hail never been so far
wt from home before, nnd tbe event
w a nim day' wonder, not only to me,
bat to the whole fnmily of Elm-wood,
I wit the only danghtor the darling of
ray pirtnt, and at once the pet and tor
merit of my elder brother. Surely there
niver mi a home so fair, and eo sunny
u mine ; surely never were green trees
o grand and lofty, and no where did the
wild birds sing such pleasant strains. I,
had grown up there, among green fields,
aal biooks, and trees, and bird-songs, un
til now I was fifteen, and my father
thought it was time I should sea aome
Mngof the world, beyond Elm-wood
cottage and the village of Ryofield.
There had been mysterious discussions
w coffee and chocolate, and confiden
tial talks between ray parents and my
tmeit brother, then a Sophomore at Har
wrd University, until at last it had been
waded that I should make a trial or
Ultathorne academy in part, bssause
U wu only thirty miles from hom, nd
w part, becauso because the wife of the
principal was an old school friend of my
My mother herself had conducted my,
tdncation so far, and was well qualified
!? fin;sl,eci iL Sn, l0. possessed
"is orgtnization. which, in me, you, my
"fund, have called so mysterious the
me love of things an ordinary 'person
jonld have called ghostly and sombre.
or her, strange, old -Moorish legend,
od the mystic traditions of Rhine-land,
or the same peculiar charm which has
lor so mny ysars made them my delight;
M used to read the chronicle of oth.
ttBj with a zest and appreciation
HKh would sem incredible, if ralated
"V,et-.ramary country girl, and a
--. uumer un. unt no oe .conltl
mt c ld her ordinary. Onelook from
large, nnfathomable. black eye
" enough to haunt yon for a acoro of
wiess nighu, and th cadence of her.
rt.?-' i?" To!ce hti o-nething in it like
w tinkle of th - :l .1: v.11
K. ... -- nana iu mo aca-iucu,
""h linger in y0Ur etr long afterlh
--.werespoicen. Altogether, she wu
most striking, impreMire woman I
"r remember to hav mt; and yet
1",?" liwIe f command in herman-
r. atti of lf.reliance in her wntl
Albiet thera had; evr been most
r"Kt COnfidenro halnrMn hi ar.,1 T
. wg uaujvn
Mr than any other, had ahafed all her
u ana glorious dreams. I can recollect
' thM I often looked on her with a
v , - " na u,5nl ana n,r "gun
"a nnch of the pliant grace of the droo
ue was tall r,A .i;i,f .n i,-. g
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5-6 iow. Her face wai pure
' , m heaven, with the trow calm
u .?V? & 18 midnight of her
h-black hair, and the cheek colorless
most transparent. "Bnt hereyeP-
im , moarn'nt ,' Hashing upon
i Omtim from ' nnder-thliir frinir
lw with th gaze of an Italiag Impror-
isattic in her lay th chief charm of hr
Year ago, my mothr wa laid to
rest,-where Sonthera roses blow nporiher
grave ; bnt never yet haveTeen anoth-
eriace, or listened to another voice, eo
full of the glory of inspiration.
:-8he1ovedmy father verv fondl. .n
a w juvou ner; ana yer Were was not
one particle of likeness or similarity be
tween them. I always used to wonder
how they ever came together, for I
ahonld as soon have thought of setting
ont an Indian palm in the midst of a
Northern snow-bank, as of giving that
aweet, Southern passion-flower to th
phlegmatic clasp of my father.
But my mother loved him. and I have
no doubt tbey wero vry happy, only it
alwaya seemed to me as if she had mis
taken her destiny. And yet, my father
was a noble man. His mind was en
riched by much travel, and the advan
tages of a liberal education ; and hi
profession of tbe law conld boast of few
But I. am wandering. That departure
from home is so linked with mother's
image, as she stood in th gate looking
aftr me, with her large, mournful eyes;
and with my father' hale and hearty kind
ness, that I could not forbear describing
I whs half sad, half pleased at the idea
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ot leaving home. I rejoiced at the pros-
pect of new scenes, and new companions,
but I had a sore presentiment that my
heart would ache for my mother's ardent
sympathy, in all the vagaries of my wild
imagination. Among my most engross
ing subjects of contemplation, I remem
ber was the question, who I should have
for a room-mat.
I tat myself busily at work to sketch a
fancy portrait. Her name wa to be
Ague. She was to be tall, and atatcly.
very beautiful ; with such black hair and
eye as I had never dreamed of in my
vision of Spain's proud beauties. She
was to be very talented, and I was at
on co to love and reverence her, and think
it joy enough to be permitted sometimes
to touch my trembling fingers to her satin-smooth
raven hair. ,
But in the midxt of my vision, the
stage stopped before the gate of a large
and handsome mansion, and a gentleman
and lady came forth to welcome me.
"It is Miss Cleveland, I presume,"
said tho gentleman in a cheerful tone; and
I looked at him in pleased surprise, for
he was very handsome.
"It is Louise, I know," said the lady,
as she clasped me in her arms. "It is
Florence Cleveland's own child, for she
ha her mother' great, shy, black eyes."
.I.retnrned the carets very warmly, and
then, standing bark. I looked at the lady
.witli an eye or ciinc-ity. 1 es, it was
just the picture mamma had drawn of her
school girl friend, May Evelyn. iue
same quiet little woman, with brown
eyes, and smoothly parted brown hair
so affectionate, too. She put her arm
about me, anil led me into the house,
asking a thousand questions about tier
"darling Florence," a sh called mamma.
Then she removed my wrappers, and
proposed to take me to my room-mate.
I had been traveling all day, but I for
got my fatigue in th excitement of e-
ing my imaginary Agnes, ami lollowta
Mrs. Carleton briskly np th long flight
She led me by several apartments,
from within whose closed doors, I could
boar sounds of laughter and cheerful talk,
and at last she paused before a door in
the west wing of 1 1 building. "This is
yonr room, Lionise, ciesr, suo earn, as
ah opened tb door.
It was a very pleasant room ; a cheer
ful looking carpet wa npon the floor ;
on one side stood a low French bedstead,
with its white spread ; at the window
wa a writing table, with a desk of carv
ed ebony; and. round th room wr
strewn books and pictures, bstoksning
the occupant a peron of taste, a well a
I bad noticed all this in mnch lam
time.thsn it take to tell it. and my eys
ware resting earnestly on my new room
mate, when Mrs. Carleton Hepped for
ward, and said gently
"Lily Dale, this is yonr room-mate,
I had never een anything so lovely a
was Lily-Dale at this moment ; and yet
nothing could have been more unlike the
Agnes of my imagination. She wa a
very slight, graceful girl,, of not mora
than fifteen j Her brow wa .pare a the
fresh;fallen now, and a faint, sweet smile
wa playing and dimpling about her rose
bud month. Her . rich, c golden, ringlet
fell over hir nowy neck in tangled light,
and npon hr mall, clawical head, wa
nanml throntrh a. western window, the
molten glory ot tne, ennse. xw,.,"j
werea bloe aa the mid-nmmer aky at
high noon; and her thin, gosamerlik
drw: Waa of nrecUelv the same .bade.7
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I had bnt an instant in which to fix.en
rli. trr.ll. Fmr mental Di'ctare callery
th.t f.;- .anatha chr(ul room, and
tia tr'nin tiaiml vonnc ffirl. sitting in
her hiffli.haeked arm-chair, with hr wide
open bine eyes, and the unset glory np
on her forehead.
As Mr. Carleton poke, she looked at
me,in eager, girlish enriesity. and then,
coming forward, she clasped her white,
dimpled' arms 'about my waistand pres.
sing those rqse-hnd lips tomine, she
I am going to love yon Nearly, lion
ise Cleveland will jroa please torie
me!" '- ' r -"Let
you, ngl !" anoTT. 'clasped Mr
in my arms '.'why, yon are tbe fairest
.seraph. ont .of heaven. I'm only afraid
you'll fly away, and leave me sometime,
alon here, in this lonely room 1"
I wonder why J. said this I do. not
know. Are there, snch things as uncon
scious presentiments ? Who shall say ?
Mrs. Carleton smiled aniatlr at mv
enthusiasm, and saying, in a tone half
sad, half merry. "Jnst Iikn yonr moth
er, my child," she left the room to or
der my nppr.
My nw friend took off my bonnet and
iiui 11 away, ana men drawing me to a
lounge, sat down beside me, nnd laid
her little, gcacefnl head npon my bosom.
"Do yon know, Louise," she exclaim
ed, "I am so glad yon are come. It is
pleasant here, but I used to get lonely
sometimes, with only my books, and my
bird, and the faces in the clouds, looking
in at my west window 1"
My own temperament was so vagne,
dreamy, and enthusiastic, that it never
struck me as singular, until year after
wards, that she should have ennmerated
tho c-Iond-faces among her companions.
Folding my arms abont her, I drew her
nearer ami nearer to my heart, with such
a love as I had never fait before. I lov
ed them all at home vory dearlj, and my
beautiful mother seamed to me a second
self, blent with my very thonght ; but
this love for Lily Dale wa different. I
think it was very much such a love as a
mother feels for an only child. The fair
girl was scarcely younger than myself,
out she. was so trail, so ethereal, that it
seemed to me I had been eent there to
protect her, and I took her into the inner
temples of my heart a being to be cher
In a few moments, Mrs. Carleton re
turned to take mo to the refectory. I
shall never forget this, my first supper at
Glenthorne. I had made Lily Dale go
down with me, fori could not bear to
lose sight of her for a moment ; and very
seldom has my restless spirit ver been so
quietly happy, as sitting there, at th
upper end of that long, mahogany table,
with the quiet fignre of my mother's ear
ly friend at the head of the table, and
sweet Lily Dale opposite.
The supper was nice enough to have
tempted the appetite of an epicure. Such
delicate chocolate such light and soft
white rolls such golden butter, and such
rich-looking straw berries, sKTHTng through
a veil ot cream and white sugar,
I sat there quite happy, as I said. In
deed, to ordinary observers, it was my
usual habit, to seem quiet, and yet nevr
was there a more restless, unsatisfied spir
it. A thousand volcanoes were slumber
ing in my heart, and I had a kind of
terrible exultant consciousness, that some
time their fires would cease to slumber
sometime an emption would make to it
self a channel, though it should needs
eat through my vitals. Bnt a sure in
stinct told me this time was far in the
future. It would not come to Glenthorne,
and while there, there would be rest and
Days and weeks passed on, and every
hour my sweet Lily crept more' and more
into my very soul, until at last it was her
homo ; and she dwelt there singing songs
to herself morning and evenings.
Soon I learned that she was in love.
Nay, that is not the word for snch as her;
but she loved, with all the ardor of her
pure soul, one whom she deemed more
than worthy. Nor wa she wrong, if
one could judge by the noble face pictured
iu the locket she wor next her hkart,
and the letter so beautiful in their man
ly tendernesi, which (he received ev.ery
weak. Paul Clifford must have been
worthy even of a love like hers.
II was thirty year old, she said, and
oh, 60 talented ; and then nestling her
bead in my bosom, she told me all abont
it how at first he seemed to her go tall,
and wise, .and old, that she had feared
him, and used to run and hide, when he
came to her annt's dwelling, for my Lily
was an orphan ; and .how hs had follow
ed her, and taught her many things,, and
moro than all, taught her how to lov him.
And love him she did, with all th
love of. her earnest heart. I have laid
Paul Clifford's was a noble face. It was
such an one as yon seldom meet. The
brow wa high, calm, intellectual, almost
severe, had it not been for the large,
bright, laughing haxel eye, that lay be
neath it. The features were regular, and
classical; the nostril thin and carved,
and the mouth such an one aa I had nev
er met but onee a mouth beautiful in
repose, hut, whose smile transports one to
Eden.. Upon that lofty brow lay such
shining, heavy curls of chestnut hair, as
might well have won loving fingers to
wander through them caressingly. In
short, he was jnst the man for a hero ;
and I used "often to threaten Lily with
writing a novel about him..
Time passed on, and it waa the An-,
tumn vacation. Ltook Lily with me to
my pleasant home ; and had I not loved
Ker so entirely. I might have been jeal
nni of her niece among my household
treasures. She won even my father's
heart, and mr brothers declared they
could not be half so glad to. see me as
thsy onght, thsy were so much gladder to
Mr mother, too, loved her; hut I was
.Till her darlinir. and I do believe that
ant irven' on hit father were mamma's If-
felons so abundantly lavished as on me.
Bnt there wa one who loved sweet Lily
far too well.. My noble brother Frank
was home from, college, and it needed
hut a few honra in Lily Dale' bright
nraawnea to wia all hir heart: He loved
ier,rolly,'irrToebly. ere el thought
THE'CONSTiTliTION AND THE
such a possibility had crossed my mind.
Frank's heart wa a good and" noble one,
and I would Lily Dale's head, rested on
it. But it was not so to be ; 'and though
Frank bore up bravely; under the news
of hr engagement, I could. that the
light of his life was gone put. c
What happy daystwe"had though,
Lily and I,' as' we roamed) oyer the 'hill
side and meadow, or picked nuts in the
green old forest, till the sun went down.
Lithe and blithe waa the squirrel, and
the emigration song of the .forest birds
sounded cheerfully. But the pleasant
days passed, and once again Lily and I
sat in onr cheerful room at Glenthorne,
while th sky grew gray and wintry, and
holly berries ripened in tb sunshine of
Lily passed the Christmas holidays
with her annt, and came back again
very hopeful, very happy. She had seen
him, and he was as handsome aa ever,
and twice a dear. In those winter day
her young heart seemed keeping holiday;
you wonld have thought that in all the
world there were no such thing a change
ana death, and that Lily was walking in
the unchanged glory of Eden.
For myself, I so fondly loTsd her, that
1 snared in all tier joy. I forgot for the
time all my atrange, mystical fancies
buried my German transcendentalism in
tho same grave with my Italian passion.
and walked onward in the clear light of
But there came a chantre. A letter
sealed in black, and a few words most
kindly and gently said, but in their im
part crashing and terrible, telling Lily
that her noble lover was dead bnried I
Her name had been the last on his lips,
and the hopo of meeting her in Heaven
bad cheered his journey through tbe val
ley of the shadow of death.
Lily did not shed a single tear as I
read it to her, even the chastened glory
of a calm smile passed over her face, as
"Well then. Louise, I will go to him
very soon ; after all, we shall be wedded
sooner than wa thonght."
For a moment, I thonght the blow
had deprived her of reason ; and it seem
ed h divined my thoughts, far she re
plied to them with a calm, sweet smile
"No, Louise, fara not mad. Paul is
gone, and it will notbe .lontr before I
ahairgoTo'Iiim. I shall surlybo bis in
Thus was a new phaao in Lily Dale's
character mnde known to me. I knew
how fondly she had loved Paul Clifford,
and that slight, delicate, shrinking- girl
was the last one to whom I should have
looked for patient endurance. Bnt soil
was ; she suffered, and uttered no mur
mur, though it nearly broke my heart to
see the rose dying nut of her cheeks, and
her figure growing every day thinner and
The Winter gave place to the Spring
and th Spring to tjie Summer, and not
yet had my bird of Paradise flown" from
my arms. But I held her by a slight
tenure, nnd I felt it more than ever, on a
bright mid-summer morning, the. anni
versary of the day on which I had first
come to Glenthorne.
What a glorious day that was. It
seems when I look back on it, as if I had
never sen one like it, before or since. It
was a day to live in better still, a day
to die in. The very blue sky seemed to
bend downward, typing Onr Father's in
finite ms rcy ; there was over all the earth
a strange brightness and splendor, and
all day Lily and I sat qniatly in the
great glory. Toward night Lily graw
very tired, for it waa tbe first day she had
sat up in many weeks. But' she seemed
much better so much, indeed, that she
walked to the bed, with only the support
of my clasping arm, that lay there smi
ling on all aronnd, as if already her soul
had partaken of the riches of Infinite Love.
I sat' there watching her, with the sun
set glory in her hair, calling to mind the
day when I saw her first, and the sudden
love begotten then, which time had only
strengthened. And lo 1 as I looked, over
her face there passed a change. It was
not a ghastly or frightful change ; nay,
it was strangely lovely. Did you ever
watch, my dear friend, the shadow of the
Death Angel'e wing oa the brow of the
good and fair? If you have yon will
understand me. My soulcrid out in ag
ony, and my heart ceased to beat, as me
chanically I pulled the bell-rope, and in
five minute a physician and clergyman
stood by tbe bed-aide, together with onr
teachers. The one conld do nothing, for
already was th death-dw heavy on
Lily' brow ; and for the other, her pur
spirit had small need.
Lily bade them all good-bye very gen
tly ; and then she tornea her-large bright
eye ,on me. .
"Louise, dear Louis." he whispered,
as she elasped my Hand mora elosely
still ; "yon have, been good to me. dar
ling, and Twill pray God to bless yon.
I am not afraid, for I know Him in
whom I have trusted'.. My parents wait
for me in Heaven Paul is there, and
I've only yon to leave; make baste and
come, darling 1"
I drew her head to By bosom, and
pressed my lips to her brow ; already it
was cold and .chill like marble. A bright
smile passed over her beautiful features,
glad aad joyoua as if tbe Infinite Glory
were already illumining her soul ; and
tnen she cried in a clear, strong voice,
though her lips did not move "Pan!,, I
am coming' l" It, waa. the voice of her
tovl, and with the last word, it passed
away .forever. " -
NOVEMBER 29, 1860.
There is a mound near aweet Glen
thorne, and over it a cross. It is where
tbe sunbeams fall pleasantly throngh the
chestnut trees, and tbe wild flowers nod
over the brook-side, and on that cross is
written, "Lilt Dale." I go there every
year at mid-summer, to scatter flowers over
the mound ; and in a few more mid-summer
days, I shall lie down beside her, to
go hence no -morenntil the resurrection.
I know not why I wrote you this sad
tale ; bnt I am no romance weaver; I
mnst write of my own life, and it is a
life which has "more shade than sun."
Years have passed, and other hopes and
loves have struggled with the old ones
and conquered, bnt there never has walk
ed another presence there never has
sonndsd another voice through the heart
chamber, where I long ago shrined sweet
THE WINTER SIGHT.
Meoallfbt, cold aad wbit,
Gllmawratii aa th frozn roand;
Not a MM I toiud in tb illvtrj froal.
Dot tbr aland la liltne baund
Thr etand with theitabadowa blaak aad bar.
Aboe tha aw fallaa aaow;
Aid tb tarobr night on that pathwaj whit.
Doth acarea a ihadow ttrow.
Beth a ahadow fall
Bark! for th treat ar trosblad nw,
And their armi tbj lift lo tb pal anow-drift.
And thtir f iant btada thj bow.
TbJ bow tbeir bdt to th Sere North triad.
Wbll ti aad fn, o'er th drirta mow,
Tbair aharp, thin tbadowa war.
Slow tb tbadowa ware
Wat aa thj ware la Bamncr airr
Whan th bird and be in tb bloitaminc trt
Har wakened tweet matio tber.
There'i pae and lor In th mora of Sprloj,
And lor in hr anatat light;
Aad th Summer rut beauty may wear,
Bot tbera'a power in th Winter nlfht.
A Matter of History Secession.
W are very much surprised to find
the popular mind as sadly ignorant as it
now is in regard to General Andrew
Jackson and his political opinions.
It appears to b a predominant opinion.
that General Jackson, Iwhea he issued his
elebratedTiroclamation to theSuteof
South Carolina, in the year 1833. was
opposed to secession, and resolved to
preserve the Union at all hazards. And
so, indeed, he was. But he never denied
tbe right of secession a right which re
solves in itself the last and most sacred of
all humvn rights the right of resolution.
General Jackson (and his opinion were
not more important than ihose of other
men) never contended that a State had
not the right to withdraw from tbo Fede
ral compact. All that he insisted on was,
that no Stat could remain in the Con
federacy and nullify it law.
South Carolina insisted that she conld
remain in the Union, and at the same
time, hold it and its laws in utter con
tempt and defiance.
We have before us now rosnnscript
autograph letters from John C. Calhoun
and George MeDuffia, of South Carolina,
on this subject. Mr. Calhoun, who was
always insane, insisted on the right of
nullification without secession; whilst
Mr. McDoffie contended that seeession
was the only remedy for actual political
Genoral Jaekson never opposed ssses
sion; and the world is challenged to pro
duce any proof, even the slightest, that he
did. It cannot be necessary to repeat
If Georgia, South Carolina, or any of
the other States of the South and South
west, desire to secede, beeause a President
has been elected who is not personally or
politically agreeable to them, all they
will have to do is, to step out, and render
themselves as comfortable and happy as
possible. It is said that the present Pres -ident
of the United States, Mr. Bncbanan.
i not'opposed to secession, but will not
tolerate nullification. If such be the fact
and we know nothing about it be has
arrived at a wise conclusion. X. T. Sun
Tn TVtcrk Ladt of tot White
Hoosn. Mrs. Lincoln is, perforce, a per
sonage to whom, just now, .the liveliest
interest attaches. That she will adorn
and grace even the exalted position to
which she bids fair to succeed, none who
have had the fortune to see her can donbt.
She is yet' apparently npon the advanta
geous side of forty,- with a face npon
which dignity and sweetness are blended,
and an air of cultivation, and refinement
to which familiarity with the courtly
drawing-room of London, "or the aristo
erotic saloons of Paris, wonld hardly
lnd an added grace., She ie admirably
calculated to preside ,over our republican
cnnrL If one were nermitted to describe
Her nersonal asnearanoe as to meet half
way the respectful curiosity which is gen
rail fait tmon the sublect. the descrip
tion would be tbat she is slightly above
the medium stature, with brown eyes,
clearly cot features"," delicate, mobile, ex-
nmatira! rather dUtinaTmehed IB appear
anrrhan rwantifnl. COBVeviaZ to the
mind generally aajmpreeaion ,of self-poa-aeasion!
afatelinessand elegance. I dia-
session sfatelinesaand elega
trust mr own opinion upon snnjecta 01
the kind, but I concur in the belief prar
alent hereabout, that aba will make as
aimi-akia WJm-nf taaaz rUtelr dame
and lovely ,demoielI of the. -national
capitoi as tne mosi ibwiou "-
tinet conld desire'. Car. IT. Y.Worli.
Spicy Letter 8npposed to have beea
Written to the Mother of Douglas.
The Bloom ington Pantograph publish
es the following letter, supposed to have
oeen sent to Uonglaa mother by his Spe
cial reporter and correspondent:
Moktoohert, Ala., Nov. 10.
Dear Madax : I have not telegraphed
to yon since yonr son left the North in
disgust. The great and decisive election
day has psssed, and the returns show
that every State he visited in his elec
tioneenng tour ha given him ar tremen
dous "fire in the rear." He did not get
a many vote in those States as I report
ed for him enthusiastic admirers at his
msny meetings. He made a hasty run
through his own dear State (Illinois,)
and found it was lost to him and nigger
ism forever, and, in his anger, carsd
them all as Republicans, and then took
a "keen scoot" South. And. too wonld
you think it f though he advocated all
the rights the south claimed, to carry no
gross into tbe territories and hold them
as slaves, but few came ont, and that ont
of curiosity, but they paid no attention
10 ins narangue tnat be let oil at bis stop
ping plsces, and with winka and mnr
mnrs intimated to him that he might as
well go back North where they knew be
was not wanted. And when he arrived
at Montgomery, Ala., he was met with
a brisk battery of rottn egg, till h wa
yellowed all oyer, and most ignobly per
fumed. H waa awfully indignant at the
"pack of pro-slavery hounds," and awora
enough to do him for aom time.
Several year ago in a Southern tour
h discovered that he "liked nigger bat
ter than crocodiles," and if it were left
to him to choose, he would "prefer the
nigger all the time." In Rhode Island
last summer, he found out that he "liked
clams batter than nigger;" bnt down
here he ha just made the discovery that
he doe not lik rotten eggs, and ha con
cluded to come back North rather qniatly
and lay in his stock of provissions for
Salt River. We have "preserved our
spirits," so there 1 no danger of spoiling.
if w do not hare too much to do with
Your son think the North owed him
a spite, and meant to ahow him a (light
in voting against him. But I tell him it
must have been out of kindness and a de
ire to olease him. For. ha-toldTou
florin in bis speeches, "i say to you who
-. .. .-.-. ---..- .
know me, that tbe Presidency has no
charm for me." Th people took him
at hi word; and, to accommodate, tbey
voted against him. Like the negro pray
ing for death, he found he could not say
a word in jest, but that he wa taken in
Whave not telegraphed respecting
onr extreme Southern trip, it ha been so
mortifying. Your wandering son says
be wonld like to know what dortrinos
would suit the people, for he has tried all
that have come np since the commence
ment of his career, and is now tnrned out
to grass, like Nebuchadnezzer. He has
been for th Missouri Compromise, and
tore it down. He has contended that
the Constitution did not allow slavery to
be carried into tbe Territories, and yet
justified the establishing of slavery in
Kansas ; he was both for and against the
Lecompton Constitution ; for free trade,
and a protective tariff for revenue ; for
river and harbor improvements, and that
the people should make the improvements
by levying tonnage duties ; he has been
opposed to decisions of the Supreme
Oourt, and now preaches entire submis
sion to its pro-slavery decrees; he reviled
Henry Ulay while living, and tried to
rob him of hi mantle when dead ; he
tried to bring about a dissolution of the
Territory of Utah, the only place where
bis doctrine of popular sovereignty is tru
ly popnlar and triumphant. As a man's
being mobbed-oonth has always been ta
ken by Donglas and his party as irrefrag-
ible evidence that be was an Abolition
ist, he is now proved also to be an Abo
litionist by his recent mobbing. He
started to sail to the White House, and
the people have shipped him off up Salt
"Cousins-" Mn. Lmoolv. A few
daya since a stranger called on Mr. Lin
coln, from Missoari, professing to be his
cousin. Probably having been posted by
some bogus campaign "Life," be tried to
call to the remembrance of the f resident
elect that he (tbe cousin) was "present
at his wedding in Lexington. Ky."
"But I was married in aprxngjield.
said Old Abe.
Since then that cousin may be put m
the list "not heard from.
Eiqhth or October. Bell man : "I
tell yon. Frank, this Pennsylvania State
election is of vital importance npon it
depends the fata of the Union t We mnst
carry it or pnn.'
Testh of October. Frank : "Well.
what do yon think of the result ?" Bell
man : "0! they've carried the State, to
be sure. But that's no proof of what we
can do in November." Vanity Fair.
Miss Pembtlva-u (offering a Wide
Awake uniform) "Now. friend Bennett,
don't thee think it' most time for thee to
change thy garment for a better one!"
J. G. xJekbett. " -ieea. lassies n
a bonaie braw eoatie and this auld Bu
chanan thing i gettin' unco ragged.
Weel weel I dinna ken 7 "
A "Home for Dogs." having been es
tablished at Islington, Punch thinks
KtnU- worth would have been a more ap
$3.60 FEB ANNUM, IN ADTAICB.
WHOLE NUMBER, m.'
OTJR WHOLE COUNTRY.
Who wonld ttrer Freedom cl.alnt
Who wonU draw th iaridlana Ilnt
XlioDjh by birth oa ipal ia nine.
Dear it all tb rait:
Dear to m th Soath'a fair lead.
Dear lb central mooatain bind.
Dear Xew England' rackr ttraad, .
By sor titan, pur and tn
By onr lawt' deep-rooted tree
By tie pure ilread memory
By oor Waihiogton
By oor common parent tongn
By oar bot, bright, bsoytnt, yetag
By tho tia of country ttrong
W will ttiU b O.ll.
Fathertt bara t b!d in raiat
Aget! mnit yon droop agaial
Until ahall w raihly itain
Blanlog not by Tb?
Xo! reoeir oar ao!mn tew.
While bfcr Thy tbrin we low,
Krr to maintain, aa now,
The Future of a Government which If'
Carried on by Threats of violence.
Suppose the gambling politicians
should really sneceed in frightening the
people from an election of President, by
their threats and sham terrors. Then we
shonld have violence completely inaugu
rated in our Government. Then threat
ened rebellion wonld become a regular
means of carrying the elections. Then
the principle would be fairly recognised
tbat a party in power haaaright to break
np the Government if it can not keep the
control of it. Then treason would be the
first qualification for office. What kind
of a road to peace wonld this be f Ie
this a nation of cowards and slaves, to'br
rnled by throats ? Does anybody expeot
entire surrender oa the part of the people?
Tbe next election would require a repeti
tion of th same farce, with such additions
and exaggeration a wonld be necessary
to make it effective. The ease, then;
would undoubtedly require aom actual
demonstrations. With the entire control"
of the Administration, army and navy,
these would be adapted to the necessities
of tha case. We should have a govern
ment of traitors, carrying rebellion and
treason just as far as they thought necss '
sary to keep power.
Wonld not this be a beantifal culmina
tion of the experiment of popular govern- -ratut
intbegrtst .Republic t A gov
ernment saved from dissolution only by
surrendering it to traitors ? This is the
spectacle we present to the world now.
Members of tbe Cabinet are vaunting
threats which should be throttled in tbeir
throats with halters. And a weak back
ed, maudlin President, instead of crushing
out this treason, as Gsneral Jackson did,
affects tho attitude of alarm, and holds
np his shaking hand, beseeching the peo
ple not to drive these dreadful fellows to
The farce has been played too long al-
ready. The public safety ho been tam
pered with by putting notorious disunion'
ists in the leading offices in the govern
ment ; not only in this, bnt in the previ
ous Administration; men who perjured
themselves when they swore fidelity to
the Constitution. What government
can bo stable in which threatened rebel
lion is rewarded by the highest offices ia
it 1 An immediate and total revolution
in the policy of the Government is abso
lutely indispensable to its safety.
We now present a most disgraceful
spectacle to the world. A popular Gov
ernment, in which the peeple are expected
to be governed by. threats and violence.
An Administration threatening rebellion
against the nation, before it will give up
power. If this is the kind of Govern
ment we have got, it' ahonld come to an
and as soon aa possible. No such anar
chy and organized disturbance has- a
right to exist. It would justify any for
eign power in invading us, and taking
possession of our country, which was un
fit to govern itself. The Government ie
in tbe hands of its enemies, and treason
is petted by the Administration.
No nation can exist which'is rnled-on
such a plan. A revolution is necessary,
which shall put the friends of the Union
in office, and consign traitors to the ob
livion into whieh they will sink aa sooa
as they lose the countenance of the A'd
miniittration. All party and sectional
divisions shonld vani-h when treason' and
rebellion raise their head in tbe Govern
ment, and insolently dictate the tsrmroa
wh'cb it shall be permitted to exist. The
South will take care of the disnnioniats
at horn. They need no northern assis
tance for that. Let tbe North see tbat it
is driven from the Administration at
When the country is saved from the
traitors in its own Government, then it
will be time enough to revive sectional
and partizan divisons. The Northern
man who. in this crisis, attempts to give
reality and seriousness to these threat, in
order to cow the people into submission
to them, makes himself aa accomplice of
traitors, and is only betraying bia coun
try into tb power 'of men whoa political
platform shonld have a halt anspended
over it, for very present an. Cincinnati
- 1 a 1 '
Let it be remembered that Abraham
Lincoln in a speech in 1844, pronounced'
the character of Jefferson to- be repalsive!
y. E. Patriot. .
Let it be remembered that the Patriot
"lie like a dog' and tlsaayAbrahaaa
Lincoln never said any sacbf thing.
Concord Dem. ( "
Mr. Douglas' great principle does not
appear to draw much interest sow.