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VOL. XI—NO. 22.
A Morning with Rosa Bonlieur.
Paris, August 10, 1859.—8 y birth Ro
sa Bouheur belongs to France—by the
rights of genius, to the world.
She is the most distinguished female pain
ter living or dead. No other has won so
wide a fame—no other built a reputatiou on
so broad and firm a basis. Wherever Art
is known and talked of, Rosa Bonheur is
known and talked of. In France, England,
America, Germany and the smaller King
doms of Europe, the name ol Rosa Bonheur
is a household word.
At 12 o’clock on the eleventh of March
we were set down at No. 32 Rued’Assas,
and passed through a gate and down to the
farther end of a garden, where we entered
the vestibule of a small cottage house, the
present residence of Rosa Bonheur. We
sent up our card and in a few minutes were
seated in her atelier —a large square, oaken
furnished room on the second etage —talking
with the little painter, with as much famili
arity as if we had known her all our life
time. In a clear rather thin voice, Rosa
ran on about art and art-life for half an
hour, only leaving us room to slip in the
points of conversation edgewise.
“You have accomplished much, madam
oiselle,” we said, glancing at a large picture
on the easel, called “Les Moutons ,” (The
“Yes,” she replied,“l have been a faithful
student sin:e I was ten years old. I have
copied no master. 1 have studied nature,
and expressed to the best of my ability the
ideas and feelings with which she has in
spired me. Art, brain, soul, body, the en
tireness of its votary. Nothing less will
win its highest favor. I wed art. It is my
husband—my world—my lifet^eam —the
air I breathe. 1 know nothing else—feel
nothing else—think nothing else. My soul
finds in it the most complete satisfaction.”
“You have not married,” we said.
“Have I not said that I married art ?
What could I do with any other husband ?
1 am not tit to be a wife in the common ac
ceptation of that term. Men must marry
women who have no absorbent, no idol.
But the subject is painful; give me some
other topic.”
“You don't love society ?” we said.
“Yes, J do,” she replied, with an air of
impatience; “but 1 select that which pleases
me most. I love the society of nature ; the
company of horses, bulls, cows, sheep, dogs
—all animals. 1 often have large receptions
where they are the only guests. I also like
society oi books and the thought of great
minds. I like George Sand. She is a
great genius. The world has wronged her
—society outraged her. Go to see her.
You will like her. I have not taste for
general society—no interest in its frivolities.
1 only seek to be known through my works.
If the world feel and uuderstand them, I
have succeeded.”
“Have you given the Women’s Rights
question any attention ?” we asked.
“ Women’s rights ! —women’s nonsense! ”
she answered. “ Women should seek to
establish their rights by good works, and
not by conventions. If I had got up a con
vention to debate the question of my ability
to paint “ Marclie au Chevaux,” (The Horse
Fair,) for which England would pay me
forty thousand francs, the decision would
have be given against me. I felt the power
within me to paint. I cultivated it, and
have produced works that have won the fa
vorable verdicts of the great judges. I
have no patience with women who ask per
mission to think! ”
At this moment two or three visitors en
tered, and while Rosa was occupied with
them, we busied ourselves by making notes
of things in the atelier.
On the wall to the left of the entrance
was a head of a buck, with long, branching
horns ; one of a goat, and another of a
bull; au imperfect skeleton of a horse, and
the skins of various animals. At the further
end of the room stood a large oaken case,
filled with stuffed birds of all sizes and
descriprions, and on the top of it, in a per
fect state of preservation, were an eagle, a
hawk, an owl, and a parrot. On the wall,
facing the door, were a pair of landscapes,
representing a storm rushing between the
rocks, and clouds breaking on their tops.
The tl.i d and fourth walls were taken up
with the busts of horses, cows, sheep, dogs,
wolves, cats, &c., in bronze and plaster,
modeled by Rosa’s own hand. All about
the waxed floors were spread out the pre
served skins of cows, bulls, stags with their
great uplifted horns, and bears, goats, sheep,
dogs, and wolves with their fierce eyes glar
ing upon us.
The impression these wild pieces of car
peting made on us, on entering the atelier,
was almost startling. It seemed more like
a den of wild beasts that the atelier of a
After a short flirtation with the parrot,
which spoke tolerable French, we took our
leave, promising to meet Rosa at the School
of Design for Women on the next Friday,
where she goes once a week to give a lesson.
This school was founded by Rosa’s father.
At his death she became its sole mistress,
but now entrusts it mostly to the care of her
sister and brother. There are about fifty
rugular pupils, who receive instruction
Rosa Benheur has many proofs of the
reward of industry. If she wished to make
a small fortune in a few days, it would be
easy for her to do it in England, by opening
there an exhibition of her pictures and
sketches. March auz Chevaux, (The Horse
Fair) which was exhibited at Williams &
Stevens’ a year or two ago, and which was
so well received by the New York press,
was bought by the Mr. Gamber, an English
editor, for forty thousand francs. When
Rosa visited England she was received like
a princess.
America also paid, the last year, ten thou
sand dollars for a “ View in the Pyrenees,”
one of her least known pictures.
A rich Hollander, visiting her “ atelier ”
recently, offered her a thousand crowns for
a small sketch that she could have painted
in two hours. “It is impossible to comply
with your request,” she said, “ I am not
Mademoiselle Bonheur is below the me
dium height of women ; in appearance,
about thirty-five years ; petite, with quick,
piercing blue eyes, and brown hair, worn
short and parted on the side, like a boy’s.
Her dress was a brown alpaca, sans crino
line, with a blouse jacket of black cloth.
She looked very boyish.
Mademoiselle has also an atelier in the
country, where she spends much time.
When in the city she wears the costume of
her sex, but never ventures outside the bar
rier except in her masculine gear.
The are many anecdotes in circulation
about the little painter.
One day, when she returned from the
country, she found a messenger waiting to
announce to her the sudden illness of one of
her young friends. Rosa did not wait to
change her male attire, but hastened to the
bedside of the young lady. In a few min
utes after her arrival, the doctor who had
been sent for, entered, aud seeing a young
man, (as he supposed, from the costume,)
seated on the side of the bed, with his arm
around the neck of the sick girl, thought he
was an intruder, and retreated with all pos
sible spaed. “Oh ! run after him! He
thinks you are my lover, and has left me to
die ! ” cried the sick girl. Rosa flew down
the stairs, and soon returned with the mod
est doctor, who said he did not wish to in
On another occasion, Mademoiselle had
tickets sent her for the theatre. She had
an important picture in hand, and con
tinued at the easel till the carriage was an
nounced. “ Yes,” said Rosa, “je suis
prete and away she went to the theatre
comme la. A fine gentleman in the next
box to her looked at her with surprise,
turned up his nose, affected great disgust,
and went into the vestibule to seek the
manager. Having found him, he went off
in a range.
“ Who is this woman in the box next to
mine, in an old calico dress, covered with
paint and oil ? The odor is terrible. Turn
her out! If you do not, I will never enter
your theatre again. It is an insult to re
spectable people to admit such a looking
creature into the dress-circle.”
The manager went to the box, and in a
moment discovered who the offensive person
was. Returning to the fine white-gloved
gentleman, he informed him that the lady
was no less than Mademoiselle Rosa Bon
heur, the great painter.
“ Rosa Bonheur !” he gaspjd. “ Who’d
have thought it ? Make my apology to her.
I dare not enter her presence again.”—
Home Journal.
Trial of Steam Plow* at tlie United
States Fair.
From the Chicago Times of Friday.
About noon, the steam plows began to
get up steam, preparatory to the exhibition
of their abilities in plowing. The “ Lan
caster,” Mr. Fawkes’ machine, was the first
to get ready for operation. The machine
started, (the plows not being attached) and
amid the huzzas of the immense crowd by
which it was surrounded, moved off, taking
a circuitous course about the grounds, turn
ing angles and curves in any direction and
in a remarkably short space with great ap
parent ease, and finally proceeded to the
spot where the gang of plows stood. These
being attached, the machine was again put
in motion and passed in a straight line
across the area enclosed by a half-mile
course, leaving behind it a series of furrows,
jn all about eight feet in width. The ma
chine performed its work easily, and, so far
as it went, well; but the plow shares only
turned up the earth to the depth of about
two inches. It is claimed that the machine
will make the furrows of any depth that
may be desired, and, theoretically, this is
undoubtedly the case. The plow-gang con
sists of six common plows, minus the han
dles, which are secured in a frame at the
required distance from each other, and fas
tened to the machine by a chain from the
end of the beam. By elevating and depress
ing the beam, the depth of the furrow may
l e regulated, and the plow shares also ac
commodated to inequalities in the surface of
the ground.
The machine moved, both with and with
out the plows attached, with the rapidity of
about a mile in six or eight minutes. At
this rate, the machine should plow between
sixty and seventy acres in a day of ten
hours, but if in practice it shall accomplish
one half of this, the invention may be
claimed as a triumph of inventive genius
and mechanical skill.
Waters’ steam plow (which has not yet
received the honors of christening) occupied
a much longer time in getting up steam,
owing probably to the fact that all parts of
the machine were not in working order until
the wheels were put in motion. It is quite
new, several parts of the machinery having
been put together on the Fair Ground.
When everything was in readiness, steam
was applied, the monstrous driving wheels
revolved and the machine moved slowly and
steadily over the ground.
A roundabout course was not taken, as
with the “Lancaster,” for the purpose of
“showing off,” but the machine proceeded
directly to its plow-gangs, which stood on
the opposite side of the field. An immense
crowd of people followed and surrounded it,
watching its every movement with eager in
terest. The plow-gangs (two in number)
are very unlike that ot Fawkes’ machine.
Each consists of seven plow-shares, firmly
set in a heavy frame of wood and iron, and
so arranged that a line drawn in front of
the coulters forms the hypothenuse of a tri
angle, the base of which is the line of the
first furrow. The shares are raised or de
pressed by means of large screws at the cor
ners of the frame.
It was with great difficulty that the crowd
could be kept back to give room for the ma
chine, and from its slowness in getting under
way, and their own unnecessary excitement,
doubts were expressed by some of the
lookers-on as to the machine’s ability to
operate. But at length a start was made,
and the machine moved steadily forward with
a power which seemed to be irresistible.
The furrows were cut to the depth of full
five inches, and to the full width of nineteen
feet, the sod from every furrow being turned
as smoothly and handsomely as the best
plow boy in the country could have turned
it in the usual way. When the machine
stopped, the enthusiastic huzza of the cjowd
indicated their satisfaction at the result.
Waters’ machine moves much slower than
Fawkes’, but plows a “land” of considerably
more than double the width, and, by com
parison of the plowing done by each yester
day afternoon, does its work in a much
more thorough manner. Its power is tre
mendous, and astonished every one who be
held its operation. It was worked with 150
pounds of steam to the square inch. The
inventors claim that it will plow 100 acres
in a day, but this probably is theory and
not practice. Judging, however, from the
demonstrations yesterday, it is likely to
carry the farmers, if it does not the pre
The Diplomatists,
Washington Correspondence Philadelphia Press.
Washington, as you are aware, is the
residence of most of the foreign diplomatic
corps. The present British Minister, Lord
Lyons, occupies the recent residence of Lord
Napier, on H, between Seventeenth and
Eighteenth streets. He is a quiet, unpre
tending gentleman, a thorough Englishman
in his habits and manners and is about for
ty-two years of age. His salary is $22,500
per annum. Lord Lyons has been an at
tacliee to the embassy at Athens, next Sec
retary of Legation, and late' Minister to
Florence. He has a Secretary of Legation
and two attaches. Count de Sartiges, the
French Minister, resides on Georgetown
Heights. He is greatly esteemed here, al
though somewhat eccentrie, standing high
in the favor of his Imperial master, Napo
lean the Third, and wielding considerable in
fluence in society at this point. There are
two Secretaries of Legation, and attache and
a chancelier connected with this mission.
Count de Sartiges is now on a visit to his
native country. The Russian Minister, Mr.
Edward de Stoeckel, resides on G, corner of
Twenty-first street. Mr. Waldemar de Bo
disco, his Secretary of Legation, is the
nephew of the late well known Mr. Bodisco,
who occupied the position of Russian Minis
ter for many years at this point, having
married an accompolished lady, a native of
Georgetown, who is now in St. Petersburg
with her children, near the Court of the Em
peror Alexander. Mr. Theodore Marinus
Roest Van Limburg, Minister Resident of
the Netherlands, married to the accom
plished Miss Cass some two years’ago, lives
on F street, corner of Twentieth. Tne
Spanish Minister, Senor Don Gabriel Gar
cialy Tassara, one of the most popular of all
foreign legations, occupies a handsome
building on I, between Fifteenth and Six
teenth streets. Baron Fr. Von Gerolt is
still the Prussian Minister, though I believe
he is now absent, leaving Baron Von Gra
bow in charge of the business of the lega
tion. Austria still continnes to retain Che
valier Hulsemann, famous in the recollection
of the country on account of his celebrated
contest with Daniel Webster. Mexico is
represented by Senor Mata; Belgium by
H. de Bosch Spencer ; Denmark by W. de
Raasloff; Sweden by Baron Wedderstedt;
Sardinia by the Chevalier Bertinatti, and
the Two Sicilies by Commander A. Ferrer.
There are others unnecessary to mention,
altogether making up quite a society of it
self. In the order of tnings it frequently
happens that marriages take place between
these personages and American ladies.
It is stated that the Atlantic Monthly
now returns to its publishers a net income
of twelve thousand dollars per annum.
New York and Massachusetts.
Last week the Democracy of these noble
States held their State Conventions. The
Massachusetts Convention was the largest
ever held, the list of regular delegates num
bering 1,440. A State ticket was nomin
ated, and four delegates at large, Messrs.
Isaac D..vis, Caleb Cushing, J. S. Whit
ney and Oliver Stevens, elected to the
Charleston Convention. Gen. B. F. But
ler, who, in the State Senate last year,
made a noble speech against the two years’
amendment, was selected unanimously as
the candidate for Governor. Among the
resolutions passed, were the following :
Resolved, That the two years’ amendment of
the Constitution of Massachusetts by which the
law of naturalization is extended to seven j-ears
is a flagrant violation of the Constitution and
Laws ot the United States ; a narrow and big
oted policy unbecoming an enlightened and
free people, and a gross insult to the white
men who are thus attempted to be placed be
low the negro in the scale of being and human
Resolved, That we find no necessity for any
addition or change in the great doctrine of
Popular Sovereignty as declared by the Massa
chusetts Democratic resolves in 1848, that we
are “opposed to the exercise of any jurisdiction
by Congress over the matter of slavery in the
Territories, but are in favor of leaving to the
people who inhabit them the right to establish
and regulate their own domestic institutions
under the general principles of the Constitu
A strong Douglas feeling prevailed in
the Convention. In the election of Presi
dent, Dr. Loring, the candidate of the
Douglas men received 919 votes to 411 for
Mr. Parmenter, the candidate of the friends
of the administration. Mr. B. F. Ballet,
in a speech before the Convention, used the
following language:
“We must go into that (the Charleston) Con
vention, and, carrying our honest preference
with us, avow them frankly ; but if we cannot
secure the man of our choice, we must then
agree upon a fair compromise, and secure the
man who will be the choice of the Union. And
1 tell you, we shall elect that man. (Applause.)
And 1 say further, that if Stephen A. Douglas
should be that candidate, he would sweep the
country in triumph. On the other hand, (and
1 think 1 may pledge Mr. Douglas to this posi
tion, honorable ar he is, loving as he does the
Democratic party,) I say to you. that if the
result of that Convention shall be the nomina
tion of any other man than Stephen A Douglas,
he will be at the head of the champions who
wi 1 support that nomination ; and in the elec
tion of that nominee, the party may owe more
to his individual and powerful influence than
any other ten men in the Union. Therefore, I
say that such a Democrat is not the man we
want to throw overboard, or want to be in
conflict with; while, at the same time, he is not
a man we would force to act against his own
wishes, his own convictions. I once heard that
distinguished statesman say, when he was ad
vocating a measure which it was thought was
endangering the Democratic party—-Great
God! do I want to destroy the Democratic
party! Where would be my heritage, if it is
not there ? I should be like the prodigal who
spent all his heritage. If I have anything, or
can expect anything, it is from the Democratic
party : and am 1 to weaken that party, so that
neither I nor any other man can ever receive
its successful support?’ ’
Speaking of the issue now before the
people, Mr. Hallett said :
Upon that great doctrine of popular sover
eignty, lam ready to go to its utmost consti
tutional limits. Our opponents have got what
they call a “catch-word,” a “party cry,”
which they are going through the North with.
It is “Freedom— Freedom — Freedom —vote for
FREEDOM ! ” Now, let us meet them with
“Popular Sovereignty— Popular Sovereingty—
Popular Sovereignty” every time they say
“Freedom;” and then I will define it by the
simple distinction, that when they cry “free
dom” they mean negro freedom, aud that
when we cry -‘popular sovereignty”’ we mean
white freedom !
In New York, the Democracy nominated
the following ticket:
Secretary of State— D. R. Floyd Jones, of
Comptroller —Sandford F. Church, of Or
Attorney General— Lyman Tremain, of Al
State Engineer—V an R. Richmond, of Wayne.
Treasurer— lsaac Yanderpool. of Erie.
Canal Commissioner —Wm. J. Skinner, of
State Prison Inspector-- Noble S. Elderkin, of
St. Lawrence.
Judge of Court of Appeals— Alex. S- Johnson,
of Albany.
Clerk of Court of Appeals— John L. Lewis, of
The following we take from the resolu
tions adopted:
Resolved , That we approve and reiterate the
principles laid down in the Cincinnati platform
as the true creed of the Democratic party, and
that we deny the right of any power except the
Democracy of the nation, in convention es
sembled, to add to or abridge this creed of the
party. This creed, so far as regards the,
question of Slavery in the Territories, leaves
such questions as belong to the Courts to the l
construction of the Judiciary, and Congress on
that subject has no power, the Democracy re
garding the interference of that body to exclude/
the South from participating in the Territories*
and the proposition for a Congressional slave
code as equally repugnant to the spirit of the
Constitution and uncalled for by any coptiderj
ation of public expediency. J
D. S. Dickinson, Edward CbosswklL
J. 0. Mather, Schell, and other noted
Hards, have published a protest, deaean A
ing the bolting and ruffianly conduct jjfof
Fernando Wood. *
Windom’s Kiioiv-Nothingisin.
From the Winona Democrat.
We clip the following sweet-scented po
sy from that paragon of consistent news
papers, the St. Paul Times. It is in its
fragrance, about as refreshing as Mr. Win
dom’s denial that he was Attorney of the
Transit Railroad Company. Read it. The
2 imes’ preface, and all.
In a letter to the editor of the Times, over
his own signature. Mr. Windom does deny that
he is a Know-Nothing in tue following emphat
ic manner :
“Dear Sir, —I have just learned that the
Pioneer has a long article in relation to Know
Nothingism, in which, with a great deal of
parade, the editor charges me with being a
member of the order.
I pronounce the whole charge an umitigaled
lie !
“ I understand Cavanaugh claims that he has
certain publications made by authority. If
this is true, he has discovered a kind of Know
Nothingism I never heard of.
“Yours, Wm. WINDOM.
Now, readers, see how careful Mr. Win
dom words his very dirty little letter. He
says that “with a great deal of parade the
editor (of the Pioneer) charges me with
being a member of the order.” (of Know
Nothings) “J pronounce the whole charge
an unmitigated lie.'”
So, so, Mr. William Windom; that is
your dodge, is it ? You deny only that you
are not now a member of the order. You
do not deny that you ever were a member.
Only that you are not to-day a member.
Well, Mr. William Windom, does not
every man of common sense know that as
an organized party there is now no Know
Nothing order? But, sir, you dare not
deny that you was a member of a Know
Nothing Lodge at Mount Vernon, Ohio, in
1854. You dare not deny that you was a
Delegate to the Ohio State Council which
met at Cramer & Watson’s Hall, Cincinna
ti, on the 30th day of October, 1854, at
o’clock A. M. You dare not deny
that as a Delegate in that State Council you
ran for Delegate to the National Council,
and was defeated by J. R. Stanberry, E-:q.,
of Licking County. You dare not deny
that the “Proceedings” of this Council,
published by its order, by Tidball, Turner
and Grey, Odd Fellow's Literary Casket
Office, Cincinnati, and in which published
“Proceedings” your name appears as a
Delegate from Knox Lodge, Mount Vernon,
Ohio — you dare not deny, we repeat that
these Proceedings are official. For if you
do, Mr. Windom, you will have to crawl
over the following resolution, (which is
printed on the outside of the cover of the
“Proceedings") passed at a meeting of the
“Advisory Committee” of the State Council,
held in Cincinnati, on the 9 1 h day of August,
“ Resolved , That Messrs. Tidball, Turner and
Grey are hereby authorized to print and supply
all Blanks, etc., used by Councils, and the
Subordinates are instructed to obtain the same
of them.”
This rosolution is attested by “John E.
Rees, Grand Correspoding Secretary.”
Mr. William Windom, what do you say
to the above. A gentleman of your “high
moral standing” should be ashamed to stoop
to the mean low system of lying you have
adopted in denying your Know Nothing
And now, Mr. William Windom, permit
ns to suggest that before you charge lying
on much decenter men than yourself, you be
sure they have not the proof, as in the case
of your Know Nothmgism, to convict you
of the most bare-laced lying.
Letter from Hon. Win. Sawyer.
Otter-Tail City, Sept. 2d, 1859.
Editors Pioneer <£* Democrat:
My attention has been cal'ed to a short
article in the St. Paul Daily Times ot the
24th ultimo, headed “The war on James H.
Baker.” Id that article the editor asks en
Perhaps the chief editor of the Pioneer
could tell, if he so pleased, who it is of his par
ty in Minnesota that has received through the
instrumentality of present and former editors
of the Ohio Statesman part of Breslin’s stealings;
what four or five Minnesota Democrats—men
now in high standing with the party—make up
a “pony purse” of fifty to a hundred dollars a
tnonth to help keep Breslin mum aud out of the
way in Canada.
In short, does the Pioneer wish to dive into
this Ohio-Breslin matter, and rip up the Minne
sota Democratic connections with it? If so,
we are ready and posted.
Our neighbor, however, before he com
mences, had better consult with Wash Cones,
of Muscatine, “Sausage” Sawyer, of Otter
Tail, and sundry other Ohioans of Minnesota.”
Now, Mr. Editor, the insinuation and in
ference of the limes, is that I have had
some connection with the Ohio defalcation,
and that I am now contributing hush-money
to. keep Breslin quiet or “mum.” The
editor says he is “ready and posted .” I now,
under my own signature, deny the charges
meanly insinuated; and—as I have a right
to—demand the proof of my complicity or
knowledge of the Breslin defalcation, other
thau the public records show.
I shall wait a reasonable time for the
Times expose. If it is not made, you will
hear from me again.
As to his low, blackguard prefix to my
name which he has chosen to adopt, he is
Welcome to all he can make out of it. That
same game has been tried before.
Letter from Tamarack.
Black Republican Meeting at Wabashaw—Judge Coope
and Woodford on the Rostrum—Miserable Failure—
Great Day lor the Democracy, Ac.
Correspondence of the Pioneer and Democrat.
Wabasbaw, September, 18, 1859.
It having been announced in the bills that
a gathering of Republicans would be held ()
or “had,” in this city last evening, and that
Judge Cooper and “Hon.” Mr. Woodford
or Wood head, would address the meeting,
it was expected that there would be a
regular spread-eagle demonstration made;
but oh ! what a failure it was. At about
8 o’clock in the evening the people began to
go into Apollo Hall, where the “demonstra
tion” was to take p lace, but the vacancy in
the hall was far more extensive than the
space filled by the “orgence,” and at no time
during the evening were there present more
than eighty persons, a large proportion of
whom were Democrats. The ball was
opened by Judge Cooper, who, instead of
going on in the track of ex-Governor
Ramsey, branched off and held forth in
another strain, to wit: that the Republicans
were in favor of paying State indebtedness
and everything else, and the Democrats
were repud iationists ; he talked considera
bly, or more,about the finances of the State,
and undertook to refute what had been said
here on that subject by our next Governor,
Mr. Becker, when, after replying to two or
three£questions put to him by some one in
the hall by saying “I don’t know,” he
began to feel of his neck, and said he had a
bad cold, and his throat was sore—of which
there was no question, as probably that
same speech, oft delivered before, had worn
an angular passage in his throat that other
words would not fit—and that he would
introduce to the meeting “Hon.” Mr.
Woodford, who would occupy the rest of
the evening.
Well, the Woodford began by telling
how prosperous Minnesota was in 1854,
and comparing its condition with that
of 1859, which was a very miserable one,
and that miserable condition was brought
about by the Democratic party of the
State; and so he went on for about an
hour, in a raving, ranting, screaming, tear
ing. and incoherent manner, during which
time about half the audience left the hall in
unmitigated disgust. No one could tell
what he meant while he was speaking, nor
what his speech amounted to after he had
got through. He made no points, uttered
no arguments, and created no impression,
except that he was an unadulterated blovi
ator of the brainless genus, and that his
“ speech ” was like a “ tale told by an idiot
full of sound and fury signifying nothing ”
precisely as my old friend Mr. Shaksfeare,
author of several plays, would have said,
had he been present. Several Republicans
expressed their disgust afthe performance of
this wooden man, and one of them said that
he had ought to boxed up and sent back
where he came from, for fear he woull injure
“ the cause,” and this disgust, together with
the great disappointment occasioned by the
high anticipations of a rich treat from
Judge Cooper, which bad been formed be
fore he began to speak, rendered the meet
ing one of the most miserable failures that
can possibly be imagined. It was a great
day for the Democracy, last night was!
If we had about forty orators like Wood
ford, going to and fro, making speeches in
favor of the Republicans, I think we should
be able to carry the Democratic ticket
through by a majority that would astonish
all the old settlers in the State. These
down-easi ers know so much more about
the misery that the Democratic party has
brought on this State than the people them
selves know, that it is quite refrigerating to
hear the extras they issue. I see by the
bills, that several more of the B. R. sym
pathisers from other States, are announced
to stump the State, and give the people of
Minnesota some information in regard to
their miserable condition; and amongst
the rest the Hon. John Phooter Hale, of
New Hampshire, is to talk to the people of
Wabashaw next week, and enlighten them
on that subject, and persuade them to vote
for Ramsey, because the Constitution of the
United States contains a clause on which
the fugitive slave law is based ! Well, let
them come—the people like their raree
shows, but don’t much heed what they say
The correspondent of the Traveler, writ
ing from Gamp Floyd, under the date of
August 18, describes the assassination of
first Sergeant Ralph Pike, of the 10th in
fantry, who was shot in front of the Salt
Lake hotel, by a Mormon named Spencer.
The murderer had escaped. Pike’s funeral
was attended by three regiments of infantry,
the officers of each regiment being in full
uniform, etc., and by Gen. Johnson. Sev
eral other assassinations are charged on the
Mormoos, and great excitement existed.

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