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P. B. CONN, PUBLISHER
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IN VARIABLY IN AUVAHUjV
Khl founta!', jpoicir to 'American Interests, fitcratutc, Sritnet, anSj 6ciuval Intelligence;
Z, RAGAN, Editor and Proprietor,
STEUBENVILLE, .OIHOHVEDiNESDAY, MAY 23, 1855,
VOLUME.!. NUMBER 20.
From Graham's Magazine.
EDITH MORTON.
, . BT MISB I. A. 8T0ART.
CHAPTER I.
Have you ever been, dear reader, in that
sweet littlo village of A , in Virginia.
Well, if you lmvo not, you certainly have
yet to sec the most pleasant little Eden of
'this earth ; where they have the purest
giirtho mosbeautiful sunsets, and the
'bluest skies imaginable Italy not except
ed so I thiuk. There lived my heroine ;
.'itnrl turJt A. heroine, at tho time I have
fchosen Ao introduco her to you.
'It waloso upon sundown, on a lovely
"spting day, when a strikingly handsome
(distingue .locking young man, ulighted
from his !feuegy. at the residence of Mrs.
Morton, in the above mentioned village
Charles Lennard the young man spoken
f--had been received as a boarder, for a
few'wotttliB,iinto Mrs. Morton's quiet fam
ily, afl'lrhvhealtH was too delicate to allow
.him to trust to the precarious and unccr-
rtain kindness shown by the landladies, in
cenoral. of thriving village inns. Some
IB ' " " .
.moneyed affair had called him to A., and
ihere he had arrived on this lovely spring
evening ; and the skies wore their rosiest
i: -
iblusli to greet his coming.
."By all that's pretty! 'tis a little rara
fise," was his muttered notice, as he pass
ed through the flower-garden, whoso cling
w vines, creeping o'er tho lattice sup
TOrta, veiled the little bird-nest of white
that peeped out amid the rich foliage,
varied in color by a thousand tinted flow-
crs. "1 hope Mrs. Morton has given me
a room overlooking the garden ; 'twill be
delightful to road here whilst these pcr-
fumeR are floating around one."
The ddbr wns wide open, and a quiet.
blue-eyed lady sat sewing in. the back part
of the wide hall, who raised her soft, kind
ye inquiringly to his face, as his shadow
darkened the doorway.
. "llrs. Morton, I presume ?" said he, as
he aimroacbed him. "I am Mr. Lennard
1 .
whom you were so kind as to admit
"I am happy to see you, Mr. Lennard,'
interrupted she, hospitably extending her
hand to bid him welcome. "Walk into
this room, sir. We are very plain folk
here, Mr. Lennard but you must endcav
or "to make vourself at home. Alec" to
a boy who entered "take this gentleman'
buggy and horse and put them up."
Turning to her guest, she conducted
Vim into her cosy parlor, now filled with
the golden moats of the glimmering sun
beams, that quivered through the foliago
that 4npcd the windows ; whilst tho at
mosphero of tho room itself breathed
f wpcts unnumbered. They chatted of tho
weather,, of bis jonrncy, of the village etc.,
till Mrs. Morton, remembering her duty as
hostess, begged her guest to excuso her,
whilst she hurried off, "on hospitable tho'ts
intent." Charles threw himself dreamily
and indoiontly into the old-fashioned arm
chair', which stood invitingly in the shad
ow of the window.
A young, glad voiec, a light, bounding
step, broke on his reverie; and, as he
glanced toward the door, whence tho sound
came-rai'7 ! almost in his faeo, fell a
carpet-bag, half filled w'th books, and then
an exclamation of surprise from a young
fairy,, who just stopped long enough to
make him doubt whether she was-morial
or angel and then again bounded off like
a young, startled fawn. 'Tis our heroine
fed'ith Morton released from her du
ties at the village academy, wild with re
pretsed play and mlsohiof, who has done
him this favor! She returned cro long
with her mother, reluctant and blushing,
to sanction by her presence tho apology
' uttered for her. : ,t
'.'You will oxciue Edith, Mr. Lennard,
I hope, for her carelessness. Sho iells me
thai this light' dazzled her eyes sc much,
that sho was not aware of your presenoe j
ho has been in the habit of throwing her
book Into thlsroom-the arm-chair which
you now occupy boing her morning study
Edith-.' speak to Mr. Lennard, and tell hire
mow' f orry you are for your rude greeting."
'Do not trouble yourself, Miss Edith.
v, .Iam U nll-rumcient. n? dear
vu. ti Cv
madam; I, too, must'apologizc, for having
unknowingly taken possession of her study,
which is indeed inviting. You must look
upon me as belonging to tho family, and
act without restraint; for I assure you,
the thought would be far from pleasant
did I think I interfered in the slightest de
gree with your settled habits. Miss Edith,
you did right to send ine such a reminder
at tho outsec, and I assure you I will be
more careful in tho future."
A gleam of light, like a lurking smile,
mifht be- detected in tho arch eves of
n
Edith, as sho received this apology from
Lennard. And he thought, without, how
ever, giving utterance to it, ""What a be
witching littlo fairy." Edith Morton,
though sho had not reached the age of
sixteen, was an exquisite specimen of girl
ish beauty, as impossiblo to resist as de
scribe. Her charm did not lie in her reg
ular features, golden ringlets, or beauti
fully moulded and sylph-like form ; though
each and every one of these adjuncts to
female loveliness she possessed in a pre
eminent degree, but her expression arch,
xpirituelk! 'Tis useless to endeavor to
convey an idea of tho impression sho mmt
have made on yon, with those divine eyes,
lit up in their blue depths, with tlio sun
light of her merry heart, or the piquant
expression of her rosy mouth, whose deeply-tinted
portals, when wreathed with one
of her infectious, heart-beaming smiles,
disclosing wh'to, even, littlo pearls, as
Jonathan Slick says, shining like a mouth
ful of "rJinretl cocoa-nut." Shy before
strangers, from har secluded life, sho was
the life of tho circle in which sho was
known, and loved. Full of mischief, and
the ringleader in every school-girl frolic,
her ringing, mellow laugh, often echoed
through tho play ground of the village
school, or singing merrily, as she was borne
aloft in tho swing, or dancing like a fairy
on the green. Many were the hoy-lovers
who bowed at her shrine, with their sim
plp, hoartfolt offerings ; but none felt them
selves signally favored for, young as she
was, she seemed to have erected, a stand
ard of excellence in her own mind, and
her ideal hero was alone tho loved.
to
Charles Lennard soon made himself
perfectly at home with Mrs. Morton and
Edith; andhis first evening with them
passed pleasantly enough to him. He felt
himself much attracted by her exquisito
beauty; and, as their aequaintanship pro
gressed, when her mother left tho room on
household duties, he was much amused by
her piquant and origina1 replies to his ques
tions, lie found her, too, not uneducated,
and, young as she was, a reader and lover
of many of his own favorite poets. At
the closo of tho evening, Mrs. Morton re
quested Edith to sing, and, with a startled
ook toward Lennard, she left her scat to
got the guitar from ite case.
"Mother, 'tis dreadfully out of tune,"
sho said, in a tono of entreaty.
"Well, Edith, that is eoon remedied by
your witi. do, my aaugntcr, uo nos marcc
any further excuso, but sing to mo as usu
al. Mr. Lennard will excuse tho faults
when he sees how willing you are to oblige."
Edith bent low over the instrument as
sho tuned it, and looking up into her moth
er's face, as if her shyness was not yet
overcome, waited for that mother to tell
her to commence.
"Are vou rcaJy ? well, play then my
favorite.
And though the young voico was trem
bling, and not well drilled, yet she war-
ill it i 1 - !!,'' will. TVtfil
Died ncr "wooa noies wuu
ous sweetness ; and she blushed with pleas
ure at Lcnnard's seeming enjoyment of
her simple music ; and her "good night"
to him was as charming as to an ocquain
tance of longer date, accompanied as it
was by such a sweet smile.
"What a nice littlo wifo she will make
for soroo one, in days to come," thought
ho, as standing by tho window overlook.
lug the garden, ho found himself musing
on the singularly gracciul ana Dcauuiu
child whom he had left. ,
Charles Lennard had no idea at that mo
ment of ever loving Edith Morton. She
was too young, too unformed in mind to
comprehend him,' and to follow, as a kin
dred spirit, through the abstruse and al
most trancondontal range of thought, in
which he often loved to engage. Delicate
in health as in organization, he contented
himself fur tho preseut to be a spectator in
llic world rather than actor, and in his day
dreams now weaving bright pictures for
the future pictures in whicli ho was to
piny a most conspicuous part. We will
not say but that a vision also of dazzling
eyes, dancing ringlets, and 'woman's light
form, constituted a part of the reveries of
the listless and dreamy student.
The neat breakfast-parlor of Mrs. Mor
ton looked as fresh as herself as CLarles
descended, the next morning, to that meal.
And tlicro sat Edith in tho old, deeply
cushioned chair, book in hand, conning
her morning task most zealously, but ever
and anon pushing her littlo foot out to a
kitten on the floor, as playful as herself,
who, with its eyes distended to a perfect
circle, sat watching it most sagely, and
then jumping quickly to catch it, injrotreat
!io that the young girl would laugh most
merrily, and then again resume her book.
Charles watched her from the hall ere he
entered, for on his entrance she drew her
self up most deiuurcly, and cut tho kitten's
acquaintance instanler.
"May I assist you with your map-questions,
Miss Edith ?"
"No, I thank you. I have finished
studying them. Mother always insists
that if I rise early I will learn twice as fast,
and also be prepared to say them when the
bell rings."
"I know," said her mother, "she will
ho obliged to stop for j.lay every now and
then. Yes, truly, Edith, you are a sad
idler."
"Ah, mother ! but you should only see
me in school. Here there is bo much to
take up my attention. I mean I am obli
ged to kiss you, to tend the flowers, and
and play with pussy ;" and here, forget
ting Mr. Lennard, sho caught up her lit
tle pet, and began smoothing its soft fur
with her white hand.
"For shame, Edith ; will you always be
child. Come", Mr. Lennard, breakfast
is readv."
CHAPTER IL
The holydays had come, and Edith was
at homo for the summer. How pleasant
were her anticipations of her joyous free
dom from dull books and tho restraint of
school routine for months to come. The
next year she was to become a boarder in
a fashionable school in Philadelphia, and
her mother decided that tho intervening
time should be spent with her needle, in
preparation for that cvqnt. Yes; howde-
ightfull so Edith thought, to sit in that
sociable room sewing, where tho air was re
dolent with perfume, and tho sunshine
stole so coyly in through the vine-draped
windows, making shimmering and fantas
tic figures on the highly polished and wax
ed floor of that peculiarly summer-room,
as tho sweet south wind waved to and fro.
Oh ! for her, with heryrmnghcart of hope,
tho summer air, was so delightful when it
came through that window, whore sne
oved to sit gazing dreamily of a lucid,
still morning, coming, too, laden with
sweets stolen from the dewy flowers; and
then a glance at those fleecy, shifting
clour's in the blue sky why 'twas better
to her than the fairy scenes of a magic
lantern or gorgeous theatric spectacle.
And there, too, sat Lennard, quite do
mesticated by this time. Notwithstand
ing ho thought it would bo so very pleas
ant to study in his room overlooking the
garden, ho as regularly walked into the
parlor everv mornins with his book, until
quite a Bmall library began to collect
Occasionally he would read favorite passa
ges from them to Edith, as she sat sowing,
and, child as she was, looking into her
eyes for sympathy in his enthusiasm. But
far oftencr would he be wandering into tho
garden with her, selecting flowers ; some
times holding the tangled skein, and that
too, so intently, that often his dark brown
locks were mingled with her golden ones.
The peals of merry laughter ! "How much
amused they are," repeated to herself Mrs.
Morton ; but on entering and
inquiring
'twas too
what caused their merriment,
little to frame into an answer. Any thing
nothing oreated a laugh or smile with
them, they were bo happy--so very hap
py. Nor was musio's soft strains negloct-
eI to glid the passing hours. There,
the witching, summer twilight, still, sound
loss, save the low melody gushing from
Etch's Hps,- KiTfi1ioVnr.g to her simple ac
caipaniuiwt n.,e guiur, amX with the
futlf r, deeper music of Charles'roice, they
sat wrapt in their happiness,'unconscious
(at least one of them) of the feelings
rife within their hearts of what heighten"
ed their enjoyment.
Edith was unconscious. Sho was fully
aware, it is true, that life Was gaining ev
ery day fresh charmes. To her eye the
blue vault had never looked "so deeply,
darkly, so intensely blue." The birds had
surely never sung so sweetly, nor the very
flowers borne so bright a hue; and yet, to
all appearance, as timo wore on, she was
not so gleet ul nor so wiluly trolicksomo as
usual. No longer would her voice be de
tected in the ringing laugh, but smiles
were rippling and dimpling o'er her face,
in her quiet heart happiness. Yes, in her
heart of hearts, what a spring of deep joy
was bubbling up almost to overflowing,
quietly unknown to others, but thrillingly
alive to herself ; so intense at times, that
those sweet eyes would glisten with un
shed tears at the very thought that death
might come and boar her off from so bright,
sh joyous a world, where life itself was
bliss. Her unusual quietness her fitful
and radiant blushes the soul-full glanees
the mnnver that was stealing to softly,
yet so perceptibly o'er the young girl,
tonincr down, as it were, her hiirh spirits,
was noticed by her mother ; but her con
clusion was simply "that Edith is growing
into a woman, and will not be such a hoy
den as I dreaded.
Edith was unconscious! liut not so
the dreamy student. He, though albeit
as much a child in tho actual business of
life as Edith, was' much better skilled in
the heart's lore. He had seen the flash of
joy which brightened her eye had watch
ed the cheek kindling at his approach,
and the smile of womanly sweetness,
wreathing her exquisite lip at his words
or glance of approval.
lie had become, with Mrs. Morton's ac
quiescence having nothing to occupy
him, he had informed her Edith's in
structor in French ; and he saw how any
thing but wearisome was the daily task ;
and, in the solitude of his chamber, stole
welcomely into his mind the thought that
he had tnuzht her practically to conjugate
through all its inflections tho verb aimer.
Mrs. Morton very often complained to
Edith that sho neglected her sewing for
her book, her guitar, her evening rambles
but she was tho widow's only child, her
bright gleam of sunshine; her idleness
was overlooked, and she was allowed to
have her own will, and continued to bo the
constant companion of Charles Lennard.
It was a moonlight evening in tho latter
end of October. Edith, Mrs. Morton, an
elderly lady-visitor, and Charles rambled
about a quarter of a mile from tho village,
to a place called the Cool-spring, to enjoy
one of the nights which October had sto
len from summer, and, delighted with the
beauty of the lonely, sequestered spot,
where the moonbeams rested so brightly and
rcflectingly on the rustic spring now bub
bling up from tho rich green, velvetty
sward now hiding in the thick grass, and
anon revealing itself by its glittor that
the old ladies seated themselves on the
rude bench for a cozy chat of "auld lang
sync, and "when we were girls, you re
member. Charles and Edith wcro stand
ing somo distanco from them, watching
'tho silver tops of moon-touched trees.'
Very quietly bad they thus stood drinking
in the quiet loveliness of this enchanting
scene, and no sound was heard but tho
mellowed hum of the village, borne but
echoingly to their ear, and tho rustling of
tho foliage, as it was kissed by tho night-
brceze.
'JSdith I and his voico was low, "is
this not beautiful. 1 I swear that I could
bo here content forever, were you but with
me. But would you, dear Edith ?"
A nuick, eager, flashing gaze, as her
eyo was for the instant raised to his own,
was her answer.-- Iwas the look of some
wondering and awakened child, as to the
consciousness of her feelings toward
Charles stole upon her beautifully, though
strangely : and something of gladness was
in the melody of the child-liko, trusting,
and low-toned voice with which she breath
ed, rather than uttered, "Oh, yes !"
"Dearest Edith ," was all that Charles
said for some moments, as ho held tho lit
tlo trembling hand in his own, then pla
oing it within his arm, he drew her to the
shado of a large tree, under whose foliage
lay tho fallen trunk of an oak, upon which
they sat.
"Dearest Edith," ho again said, as she,
with downcast eyes, blushing even in that
, . . i : j l .1 l
aim Hgiii ai ms unpuusiuiiuu luuca.iiiu iut
ing words, "promise mo that you will
love me -and think fondly of me for the
next two years l am doomed to wander,
and then, when I have fulfilled my guar
dian s wishes, that you will be my wife
Mvbwn Edith, say?"
You could almost hoar tho beating 0
that young heart, as she thus sat listeninc
at his side, shrinking and trembling from
ing depths of her own, striving to hide
her feelings from those fondly searching
eyes. And Charles with the lightning's
rapidity came into his mind the words of
the poet :
" She lovos me much, because she hides it.
Love teaches cunning even to innocence ;
Anil wlit-n lie gets possession, hi first work
Is to dii within the heartami there
Lie hid, and like a miser, in the dark
To feast nlouc."
"You will Torgct mc long ere you come
back," was her answer to his reiterated
appeal. "Why need I, then, to answer."
And tncre was a tear ainiosi in rue uquiu
voice, as a vision of what her life would
be, should such prove tho truth, arose be
fore her mind s eve.
"Forset vou ! Do vou judge mo from
yourself, Edith, when you say that?"
"Un, no I was ttie impulsive repiyoi
the young maiden, as she hastcdly and un
thnughtcdly now answered him. "Oh,
no indeed I But you, Mr. Lennard, are
going to Europe , and you will see there
so many, very many things and persons to
make you forget me a school-girl an
ignorant child. I was ashamed of myself
before you, to think I knew so little so
rery little, and you why you win oiusn
From the Cincinnati Garntte.
The American Party audits Opponents.
tho arm thrown around ncr waist, and
turning in timid modesty from the eyes
lOOKing SO iruDUY luvuig luw ino glisicii
for my ignorance, and then how could
vou luvo me ?"
' How sweet were thoso tones, so f'lll of
heart-music that he, luxuriating in them,
hesitated to answer, that he might catch
even their echo: but at length camo his
f w
reply.
"How could I love vou ! Rather ask,
how can how could I help it. You are
to me. Edith, more perfect than any hu
man being I ever dreamed of or imagined;
so lovely, darling, that when you hurst on
me first, in your young, pure loveliness, I
was almost in doubt it you. indeed, belong
ed to our dull earth. How could I love
vou !"
"What a simple onestion ; vet, how
deep in its very simplicity and artlessness.
les, Edith, I always ask myself the same
question how 1 could dare to jova one so
kc an angel. 1 will not sutler myselt to
search into my right lest I say with truth,
Twnre as well to love some bright particular
And think to wed It." tar
ut. promise that you will lovo me that
you will think ever of mc ; and that when
return you will bo my wife f
"You must ask mother, Ch Mr. Len
nard I mean Indeed, indeed I cannot
answer you for do not laugh when I tell
you I am almost frightened when you ask
mosuch a question; though" -and here
the young head, with its clustering, iiKen
rinoicts, bent low as she whispered
thoueh I do love you now better than
any one in the world. But, let us go to
mother, now, Mr. Lennard," she quickly
added, startled as it were, by her owncon-
fession: and, springing ngnuy iroiu mm,
as ho. nttemntcd still to detain her with
4
his loving words, and almost nestling down
bv hej mother's side, like a truant dovo
returned, and yet, her heart beating with
the fullness of joy at tho sweet Knowledge
she had thus gained her eyo lit up with
tho lore conned from the new pngo of tho
book in her life which she had then learnt.
And Charles stood by her, even more elo-
quent in his silence than when ho wooed
her beneath tho shadowy, old three.
OONCXUPED NEXT WEEK.
Wrr op a German L wtf.ti A young
man of Nuremberg, who had no fortune, re
quested a lawyer, a friend of his, to rec
ommend him to a family Avhcro thero was
handsome daughter, who was to have a
arge fortune.
The lawver agreed. But tho futhcr of
the young lady, who loved money, im
mediately asked what property tho man
had?
Tho lawyer said ho did not know, but
would inquire.
Tho noxt timo he saw his friond, ho as
kod him if ho had and property at all?'
"No," replied ho.
"Well;" said tho lawyer, "would you
suffer any one to cut off your nose, if they
would give you twenty thousand dollars fof
it?" .
"Not for tho world," said he
"It is well," replied the lawyer, "I had
reasons for asking."
The noxt time he saw the girl's father ho
said "I have inquired about tho young
man s circumstances. Uo has indeed no
ready money, but he has a jewel for which
to my knowledge, ho refused twenty thous
and dollars."
This induoed tho old nian to consent to
the said marriago, which accordingly took
place; though it is said in tho sequel that
hs shook his head when ho thought of the
jewel. ' '
tUSytt your sister, while engaged in a ten
der conversation with her lover,, requests
you to bring her a glass of water from an
adjoining, room, you ennstarton joufer
raad, but you neod't return.
No wonder there should exist in almost
every community a large and respectable
body of men who vchcw polities and poli
ticians, as though they carried in their
wake moral disease and death. There
have been, and there are, causes for this
abhorronce. And, yet, if these very men
would overcome their serup'es, and mingle
more actively in political affairs, thev could
do much to render pnro and wholesome
that which is now infections. '
It is marvellous to witness just now the
various attacks which are made upon the
American party, by presses and politicians
in different sections of the country to see
how men disagree in the estimate of its
character and aims. The Democrats in the
South oppose it for its abolition tendencies;
tho Democrats of the North, or a portion of
thorn, and the Frcesoilers or a portion of
them, oppose it because of its pro-slavery
character. Now one or the other of these
parties must labor under a grave miscon
ception of the character and purposes of tho
American party, or they are acting dishon
estly, knowingly and deliberately. One or
both must be wrong : both cannot bo right.
Mr. Wise in his stump speeches in Vir
ginia, says the American p rty is an aboli.
tion party, and Virginia must vote it down.
Dr. Bailev of the Xnf. Era. on tho other
hand, says that it is a pro-slovery party,
and northrcn men must have no fellowship
with it.
Neither of these- gentlemen, we appre
hend are correct in their views of tho case.
Tho American, party, as such, is neither
pro-slavery nor anti-slavery. It looks to
the purification of tho ballot box, tho revi
sion of our naturalization system, to the
fostering of a purer American Nationalism
and leaves the other questions, which have
foryears divided parties, pretty much where
it found them. In Ohio and the free states
the American party i9 anti-slavery, because
a majority of the members of tho Order
and the sentiments of the people of these
States arc opposed to slavery but when
wo say anti-slavery, wo do not mean that
they are disposed or in any way desire to
encroach upon tho rights of tho Southern
States. They arc opposed to tho extension
of the institutions, and will in all legal and
constitutional ways mako that opposition
It. The samo sentiment existed before
tho American party had a being, and will
exist after it has ceased to act as a party.
n the Southern States a different Rtate of
facts exist. The causes which have made
tho northren people anti-slavery have made,
the southern people pro-slavery ; namely,
their education, tradition, habits of think
ing, and their State institutions. It is not
tho American party that has caused tliis.
t has always been so, and will continuo to
be for years to come, in all human proba
bility.
Such being tho case, wo may be asked
how can the members of tho American par
ty act harmoniously together ? We sco no
difficulty in the wny, provided that on both
sides of the lino they mean to be governed
by tho Constitution and the nets of Con
gress. We belong to ono nation ; wo have
ono Constitution, and ono destiny. On
most things we agree. On this question
of slavery we disagree. Tho Constitution
debars Congress from interfering with sla
very in the States, therefore tho Southern
Slates are free from any possibility of harm
With slavery in the territories, Congress
has full .power to act, and if it is establish
ed therein, tho North must submit ; on the
other hand, if it prohibit slavery therein,
the South must submit. Tho congression
al majority must rule. 'If tho South desire
the extension of slavery in tho territories,
it will send men to Congress who will vote
to put it there. If the North prefer free
dom for tho territories, it must send men
to Congress uhowill vote to liavo them
free. Tho North will have a majority in
tho next Housa of Representatives who
will recnact tho Missouri restriction. We
hope it will have a majority also in the
Senate who will vote the same way, but of
this we aro in doubt. Tho American par
ty in the North, as we understand it, does
not expect that the Southern States will
send anti-slaverv men to Congress, , nor
must the American party in the South ex
pect that the Northrcn States will tend pro-
avcry men to Congress. We hope and ex
pect that each section will send good men.
Each representative MrOonoss wrH'.to.
and we trust will represout tlie wishes of
hin constituents upon this and all other
questions. W hen tho American party
comes to act in Congress upon the general
matters embraced in its creed, it will be a
unit. When it comes to ace upon the tar
iff, Cuba, the currency, river and harbor
improvements, dx., it will divide ; for there
are free traders and tariff men in the Amer
ican party ; there are strict construction
ists and latiiudinarians ; old Jackson men
aud old Clay men, Whigs, Democrats, and
Free Soilcrs in the order, and elected to
Congress and to be elected. ,
These being the facts, what vso is tlicro
of keeping up a grand publio deception ?-
one class of opponents claiming the Ameri
can party to be in favor of slavery, and
another claiming to bo directly tho oppo
site. It is far better to state facts as they
are.
Be Cheerful.
Nothing helps a man along m the world,
lightening his to.il and gilding even his
cares, so much as cheerfulness. Not tho
cheerfulness of a moment, caused ' perhaps
by good news received, or by "a streak tt
hick," but the constant flow of good hum
or, betokened by every word and every act.
Some arc naturally of a cheerful dispo'sition.
but it will not last them long in the up
and downs of life, if they do not cultivate
and constantly keep it in practice.
And those who have it not, may, little
by little, acquire it, if they will only seek '
it determinedly and energetically. Let
them watch every word Ihd every action,
check every rising of anger, and, instead of
'croaking,' and looking blue, force op,, as
it were, the better feelings. Let them dwell
on the bright and sunny side of life, put
ting away that which is dark and gloomy. '
What if they do, now and then, deceive
themselves with tho sparkling vision? Are
they not just as often agreeably disappointed
when they prophesy evil? Then why not
extract the drops of honey and leave tho
gall? We have sorrow enough in this worlds'
experience caused by realities.. There is
no need of adding to the cup by forbodings '
of evil and manifestations of ill temper.
Who likes to look at or deal Vith the "blue"
the sour, or the long-faced? Like begets '
like, they say, and certainly cheerfulness
begets cheorfulness it is catching when
systematically exhibited.
Kindness and generosity go hnnd-in-hand
with cheerfulness, helping along, and recei
ving help from them, and a noble'trio they
arcl They give more peace and happiness
than thoso without them can believe. Cheer
fulnsss, The poor man has moro of it, gen
erally, than his rich neighbor. ' It is ac
cesible to all, high or low, and all may ob
tain the benefits arising from it. Remem
ber then, good reader, among all your duties
and pleasures, always be Bb Cheerpci..
Mr. Wise taken Aback,
We have good authority for tho correct-"
ncss of the following anecdote : -
Mr. Wise the Aceomio Pilgrim, was ad
dressing a largo assemblage somewhere in'
Virginia, tho other day, and in charactcr-
istiu stylo abusing tho Knowothmgs.
"Is there one of that secret traitorous
clan here present" he exclaimed, "if so let
him show his face." . No one rose. Voci
ferous cheering and shouting. Mr. Wise
gathering fresh e'ourage and vehemence,
"If there's a Know Nothing Hi tho room,
I challenge him to stand ujj like a man !"
Congregation remain seated. Tremendous
applause and vociferation. Mr. Wise, brim
full of gall and bitterness charging round.-'
"Stand up, ye lousy godless, christlcssct,
stand up I defy ye4 if ther$ be one here'
present 1" An old gentleman in 'tho rear
of the room slowly rises and blandly re-'
marks, "Sam! get up I" whereupon two-'
thirds of the assembly sprang to their feet!'
It is said that Mr. Wise was so confound
cdby this unexpected' result that ne'cKV
k n.n n Via Anantt ', t nM V I
0.) Herald. ' ' "v '
ja,Philosopbers say that "figures can'
notlio." This only shows philosophy is
but little acquainted with the uses to which
women put' cotton and coffoe bogs. ' ' ' .
K3God hears" the heart without words1
but he never hears words without tho.-'
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