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O E E I E
Over the river they beokon me— [side
Loved ones who have crossed to the further
The gleam of their snowy robes I see, [tide.
But their voices are drown'd in the rushing
There's one with ringlets of sunny gold,
Andeyes, thereflection of heaven's ownblue,
He crossed in the twilight gray and cold,
And the pale mist hid him from mortal view.
We saw not the angels who met him there
The gate of the city we could not see
Over the river, over the river,
My brother stands waiting to welcome me.
Over the river the boatman pale
Carried another—the household pet
Her brown curls waved in in the gentle gale—
Darling Minnie I see her yet.
She crossed on her bosom her dimpled hands,
And fearlessly entered the phantom bark
We watched it glide from the silver sands,
And all our sunshine grew strangely dark.
We know she is safe on the further side,
Where all the ransomed and angels be
Over the river, the mystic river,
My childhood's idol is waiting for me.
For none return from those quiet shores,.
Who cross with the boatman cold and pale
We hear the dip of the golden oars,
And catch a glimpse of the snowy sail—
And lo! theyhave pas'dfromouryearninghearts
They cross the stream, and are gonefor aye,
We may not sunder the veil apart,
That hides from our vision the gates of day.
We only know that their barks no more
May sail with us o'er life's stormy sea
But somewhere, I know, on the unseen shore,
They watch, and bockon, and wait for me.
And I sit and think, when the sunset's gold
Is flushing river, and hill, and shore,
I shall one day stand by the water cold,
And list for the sound of the boatman's oar
I shall watch for agleam of theflappingsail
I shall hear the boat as it gains the strand
I shall pass from sight with the boatman pale,
To the better shore of ihe spirit land
I shall know the loved who have gone before,
And joyfully sweet will the meeting be,
over the river, peaceful river,
The Angel of Death shall carry me.
A N O N E S A A
We had been on a fishing tour in the
Highlands, and, en route to town, were
idling a day or two in "the gay metropolis
of the north." "Scotchman, Xprcsss,
Mcrkcrry, Fcwzecs, penny ahunder—this
day's Scotchman, air!" shouted a shrill
piped, ragged little imp at the fag end of
a cold, wet, bitter day in October, as we
stood blowing a cloud at the door of the
New Royal in Princes street.
"No we don't want any."
"Fcwzecs, penny a hundcr, sir this
day's paper, sir—half price, sir—only a
bawbee persisted the young countryman
of Adam Smith, as the market showed
symptoms of decline, and threateded to
close decidedly flat.
"Get along, Bird's-eye, don't want any,"
"They're good fcwzecs, sir, penny a bun
"Don't smoke," Phillips, loquitur, whiff,
"They're gudc fewzecs, sir, hundcr and
twenty for a pcuny, sir," coming round on
"No don't want em, my boy."
The keen blue face, red bare feet in
grained with dirt, and bundle of scanty rags
looked pitcously up at me, moved off a lit
tle, but still hovered round us. Now,
when I put down my first subscription to
the One Tun Ragged School in Westmin
ister, I took a mental pledge from myself
to encourage vagrant children in the streets
no more. Somehow in this instance that
pledge would not stand by me, but gave
"Give me a penn'orth, young 'un."
"Yes, sir—they dinna smell."
"If the lucifers don't, the son of Lucifor
docs," threw in Phillip.
"Ah, I haven't got a copper, little 'un,
nothing less than a shilling so, never
mind, my boy, I'll buy from you to-mor
"Buy them the nicht, if you please.—
I'm yery hun-grcy, sir."
"He'll give you his check for the bal
His little, cold face, which had lighted
up, now fell, for, from his bundle of papers,
I saw his sales had been few that day.
"I'll gang for the change, sir."
"Well, little 'un, I'll try you—there is
a shilling—now be a good boy, and bring
me the change to-morrow morning to the
hotel—ask for Mr. Turner."
"Give my friend your word of honor, as
a gentleman, for his bob."
"As surc's death, sir, I'll bring the
change the morn," was the promise of
young Lucifer before he vanished with the
"Well, Turner," as we strolled along
Princes street, "you don't expect to see
your brimstone friend again, do you
"Your friend will dishonor his I. 0. U.,
as sure as—*
"Well, I won't grieve about the money
but I think I can trust yon boy/'
"Can? Why you have trusted him
and your deliberation savors remarkably of
the wisdom of the historical stable-keeper,
who began to think about shutting the
door when—but the illustration don't seem
to strike you as a novelty."
"Well, we'll see."
"Yes, wonders, but not youag Brimstone
and your money."
Queen Mary spent a few of her happy days
and there's Blackford Hill, where Sir
Walter says Marmion stood and saw
'Such dusky grandeur clothe the height,
Speak unto the children of Israel that they go forward."—EXODUS,
Next morning we were on the Roslin
stage to "do" the wonderful little chapel
there. It is a perfect little gem, and its
tracery, and its witchery, and its flowers,
and fruits, and stony stories charm and de
light the civilized eye and soul as fresh to
day as they did the rude barbarians four
long centuries ago. I never visit Edin
burgh but I go and see that little chapel
at Roslin, and always endeavor to have a
fresh companion with mo, to watch the
new delight and joy ho receives, and ofmither,"
which I am a partaker too. But to return
to the Roslin stage. We were stopped
near the university by a crowd congrega
ted round some wretch brought to grief
by the race-horse pace of a butcher's cart.
A working man raised something in his
arms, and, followed by the crowd, bore it
"It was over thereabouts, Phillips," I
said, during the block-up* "that Lerd Darn
ley, of exalted memory, was blown up in
the Kirk o' the Fields, to which skyrock
eting Mary of Scotland and the Isles, Re
gina, his beauteous, loving, and ill-starred
spouse, was said to be a privy and consent
"Nothing peculiarly interesting or un
common in that episode of connubial bliss,
I should think, friend of mine. Blown
up, my boy! One of the dearest woman's
dearest privileges—that's what you may
lpok forward to when you pledge your
"Blown up by gunpowder, Charley, Guy
Faux fashion, though. That's Darnley's
garden-wall close by that public house,
and that's the doorway of it built up."
"Quite right, too. No back ways to the
tap, says I. And Darnley be darned and
blowed, too but why don't Jehu handle
his ribbons, and stir up his thoroughbreds?
Now, then, one o'clock, the stage awaits.'1
"Did ye say ane o'clock, sir returned
Jarvie, rustling his ribbons, after we had
gone a little way. "I'm thinkin' ye're
gey weel acquaint wi' that hour, 'the wee
short hour ayont the twal,' as Robbie says.
Wad ye hae me drive on regardless 6' fife
or lim,' and may-be render anithcr bairn
lifeless or an object for life Na, na ane
o'clock kens better."
"What's put your pipe out, Charley, you
neither smoke nor speak. Has 'ane o'clock'
put it on the stopper
"I hope not, sir—meant nao offence,
sir," said Coachcc, who heard me. "Look
ye, there's Craigmillar Castle, where pnir
Where the huge Castle holds its state,
And all the steep slope down,
Whose ridgy back heaves to the sky,
Piled deep and massy, close aud high,
Mine own romantic town!'
And that's Liberton, where Mr. Butler in
the Heart of Mid Lothian was Dominie.
And yonder's Burdic House there's rare
fossil fish and other creatures got at its
lime quarries, they tell me. Ah! I've
raony a time seen puir Hugh Miller, wha's
dead and gone, out here ladened wi' bits
o' stanes that he ca'd fine specimens, and
gae'd lang nebbed foreign names to. Bur
die House, ye ken, is Scotch for Bordeaux
House, a place where some of Mary's for
eign courtiers lived and that village you
sec ow'r by my whip was built for herthe
French Flunkeys, and is ca'd Little France
to this very day."
On our return to the inn, I inquired:
"Waiter, did a little boy call for me to
'•Boy, sir ?—call, sir No, sir."
"Of course, Geff, he didn't. Did you
really expect to see your young Arab
I wish he had
"Indeed I did, Charley,
"Then, O Lucifer, son of the morning,
how thou art fallen
Later in tho evening a small boy was in
troduced, who wished to speak with me.
He was a duodecimo edition of the small
octavo of the previous day, got up with
less outlay of capital—a shoeless, shirtless,
shrunk, ragged, wretched, keen-witted
Arab of the streets and closes of the city.
He was so very small and cold and child
like—though with the same shivering feet
and frame, thin, blue-cold face, down
which tears had worn their weary channels
that I saw at once the child was not my
friend of the previous night,
"Enter Antonio to redeem his bond
Ho stood for a fow moments diving and
rumaging into the:recesses of his rags at
last little Tom Thumb said:
"Arc you the gentlemen that boucht
fewzees frae Sandy yesterday
"Yes, my little man."
"Weel, here's seven-pence (counting out
divers copper coins) Sandy canna come
he's no weel a cart ran ow'r him the day,
and broken his legs, and lost his bannct,
and his fewzees, and your four-pence-piece,
and his knife, and he's no weel. He's no
weel ava, and the doc—tor says—he's
dec—dee—in—and that's a' he can gie
you, noo." And the poor child, commen
cing with sobs, ended in a sore fit of cry
I gave him food, for though his oup of
CHAP, XIV VERSE
ST. CLOUD, STEARNS CO., MINNESOTA, THURSDAY, JUNE 28 1860. NO. 48
sorrow was full enough, his stomach was
empty, as he looked wistfully at the display
on the tea-table.
"Are you Sandy brother
"Ay sir and the floodgates of his heart
again opened, -uoi /.
"Whero do you live Are your father
and mother alive
"We bide in Blackfriars' Wynd in the
Cogate. My mithcr's dead, and father's
awa and we bid© whiles wi' our gudc
"Where did this accidcct happen
f'Near the college, sir."
Calling a cab, we were speedily set down
at Blackfriars' Wynd. I had never pene
trated the wretchedness of these ancient
closes by day, and here I entered one by
night, and almost alone. Preceded by my
littlo guide, I entered a dark, wide, wind
stair, until, climbing many flights of stairs
in total darkness, he opened a door, whence
a light maintained a feeble, unequal strug
gle with the thick, close-smelling, heavy
gloom. My courage nearly' gave way as
the spectacle of that room burst upon me.
In an apartment, certainly spacious in
extent, but scarcely made visible by one
guttering candle stuck in a bottle, were an
overcrowded mass of wretched beings sleep
ing on miserable beds spread out upon the
floor, or squatted or reclining upon the
cold, unfurnished boards.
Stepping over a prostrate quarrelling
drunkard, I found little Sandy on abed of
carpenter's shavings on the floor. He was
still in his rags, and a torn and scanty cov
erlet had been thrown over him. Poor lad!
he was so changed. His sharp, pallid face
was clammy and cold—beads ot the sweat
of agony standing on his brow—his bruised
and mangled body lay motionless and still,
except when sobs and moaning heaved his
fluttering breast. A bloated woman in
maudlin drunkenness (the dead or ban
ished father's second wife, and not hi*
mother) now and then bathed his lips with
whiskcy-and-watcr, while she applied to
her own a bottle oi spirits to drown the
grief she hiccoughed and assumed. A
doctor from the Royal Infirmary had called
and left some medicine to soothe the poor
lad's agony (for his case was hopeless, even
though he had been taken first, as he ought
to have been, to the Infirmary in the neigh
borhood,) but his tipsy nurse had forgot
ten to administer it. I applied it, and had
him placed on a less miserable bed of straw
and facing a woman, and occapaut of the
room, to attend him during the night, I
gave what directions I could, and left the
degraded, squalid home.
Next morning I was again in Blackfri
ars' Wynd. Its close, pestilential air, and
towering, antique, dilapidated mansions
(the abodes of the peerage in far-off times)
now struck my senses. Above a doorway
was carved upon the stone, "Except ye
Lord do build ye house ye builders build
I said the room was spacious: it was al
most noble in its proportions. The walls
of pannelled oak sadly marred a massive
marble mantlepicce of cunning carving,
ruthlessly broken and disfigured enamel
led tiles around the fireplace, once repre
senting some Bible story,now sore despoil*
ed and cracked and the ceiling, festooned
with antique fruits and flowers, shared in
general vandal wreck. With the ex
ception of a broken chair, furniture there
was none in that stifling den. Its occu
pants, said the surgeon, whom I found at
the sufferer's bed, were chiefly of our city's
pests, and the poor lad's stepmother—who
had taken him from the ragged school that
she might drink of his pitiful earnings
was as sunk in infamy as any there.
For the patient, medical skill was
naught, for he was sinking fast. The soul,
looking from his light blue eyes, was slow
ly ebbing out, his pallid cheeks were sunk
and thin, but consciousness returned, and
his lamp was flickering up before it sunk
forever. As I took his feeble hand, a
flicker of recognition seemed to gleam
across his face.
"I got the change and was comin'-—"
"My poor boy, you were very honest.—
Have you any wish—any thing, poor child,
I can do for you I promise to—"
"Beuby, I'm sure I'm deein', wha will
take care o' you noo
Little Reuben was instantly in a fit of
crying, and threw himself prostrate on the
bed, 0 Sandy! Sandy! Sandy!" sob
bed his littlo heart.
"I will see to your little brother."
"Thank you, sir! Dinna—dinna leave
me, lieu—Beu—by. I'm com—comin',
"Whist! whist J" cried littlo Rcub, look
ing Up, and turning round to implore some
silence in the room. That moment the
crlm, faded smile, that seemed to have
alighted, as a momentary visitant upon his
face, slowly passed away, the eyes became
blank and glazed, and his littlo life imper
The honest boy lies in the Canongato
churchyard, not far from the gravestone
put up by Burns to the memory of Fergu
son, his brother poet, and I have little
Beuben at Dr. Guthrie's ragged school,
and receive excellent accounts of him, and
"What of your young Arab, Tumor 5"'
15. EDITOR AND VBOf&kL^"
said Phillips, the following afternoon.-—
"Was ho honest, and is he really ill "if"
"Yes, Phillips, he was an honest Arab
but now he is 'where the wicked cease
from troubling and the weary arc at rest.'"
—a. T.—Once a Week:
SAYING HER CATECHISM.—A lady ob-
serving a little girl apparently lost in theit.
street, accosted her with the question—
"Whose child are you?"
"Child of wrath, ma'am," cried the lit
tlo urchin, dropping a curtsey, as if ad
-Tnelady resumed and said—
"Where were you born
"Born in sin, ma'am," persevered the
THE SHORTER CATECHISM.—"Who is
The ablest lawyer in Illinois, and the
smartest stump speaker in the Union an
earnest and honest man, who believes what
_hc professes and who will carry out what
he undertakes.—Senator Douglas."
"Old Abe" has undertaken to demolish
the rotten and corrupt Democracy, and he
will do it I
WELL lLLUSTRATED.---Mr. Hassaurck,
an eloquent German orator of Cincinnati,
in a speech at the Chicago Convention,
very graphically stated the difference be
tween the Northern and Southern wings
of the Democracy, on the slavery question.
He said the Southern faction were in fa
vor of Slavery, and the Northern faction
were opposed to Freedom. Could the fact
be more fairly or more concisely stated
DEMOCRACY.—The following are the
sentiments of some of the leading Demo
crats of Alabama:
"I want the cotton States precipitated
into a revolution."—Wm. L. Yancey.
If I had the power, 1 would dissolve
this Government in two minutes."—J. T.
Let us break up this rotten, stinking,
and oppressive Government."—George
Resistance! Resistance to death
against the Government, is what we want
So we could go on through the whole
catalogue, but these are enough to convict
this crowd of revolutionary intentions.
SUGAR CANE FOR STCCK.—A corres-
pondent of the Wisconsin farmer says:
''The past year I raised two acres which I
have fed to my stock, and am well satisfied
that it will pay as well or better than any
one the farmer can raise for the purpose.
By feeding my steers last fall six weeks on
the cane, I could outsell my neighbors five
dollars per head."
CURIOUS EFFECTS OF CAMOMILE.—A
i!J ..• AY ,' :. ijtiLl ..:.:. a
decoction of the leaves of common camo
mile will destroy all species of insects, and
nothing contributes so much to the health
of a garden as a number of camomile plants
dispersed through it. No greenhouse or
hothouse should be without it, in a green
or dried state cither the stalks or
flowers will answer. It is a singular fact
that if a plant is drooping and apparently
dying, in nine eases out of ten it will re
cover, if you plant camomile near it.
CURE FOR RHEUMATISM.—Bat^c the
parts affected with water, in which pota
toes have been boiled, as hot as can be
borne just before going to bed by the
next morning the pain will be much re
lieved, if not removed. One applicaton of
this simple remedy has cured the most ob
stinate rheumatic pains.—Family Herald
FRENCH BUTTER.—The Paris correspon-
dent of the N. Y. Express says: A French
chemist has invented a new mode of ma
king butter, by means of a a filter, instead
of a churn, the apparatus being of the most
simple character. The filter is a kind of
bag, formed of white felt, or even sheeting.
The bag should resemble, in shape, a mil
itary fatigue cap, only being much longer
than deep. From each of the two corners
issues a porous string, (a piece of ordinary
wicking is the best,) destined to furnish
an outlet for the liquid parts of the cream
about to be placed inside the bag, which
should be suspended from two rigid stems,
to hold the corners in place. The filter
being filled with cream, the whey or thin
milk wil soon through the cloth, or
ou by means the wick
hours, nothing but the cream will remain
in the filter, and this will be as thick as
the cheese known in America as "smear
case." The process is nowhalf completed.
The solidified cream is taken out
placed in a strong linen sack, the aperture
of which is closed with a bit of twine.—
The whole is placed in a broad trough, or
on a table, and vigorously kneaded with
the two hands. In a few moments the
sound of a slight, splashing, and the issue
of water, will indicate that the butter is
made. There is no more to be done, but
to take out the contents of the sack and
work out the buttermilk in the usual man
ner. Practical housekeepers will thor
oughly appreciate the lapidity and econo
my of a process like this, which also has
the advantage of insuring the purity of an
article so abominably adulterated as thecut
butter sold in cities is, almost invariably.
Serious Governor.—"I am sur-
prised, Charles, that you can take any
interest in these repulsive details—how
many rounds (I believe you term them)
do you say these ruffians fought Um,
disgraceful! the Legislature ought to in
tcrferc, and—it appears then that this
Bcnicia Man did gain the—hem—best of
I'll take the paper when you have
done with it.
I6T- Professor Maury in a recent work
stated that an abundance of sunflowers
growing about a place is a sure preventa
tive against fever and ague, and that he
has tested it in many of the most unheal
thy localities in the Southern States The
remedy is easily tried, and now is the time
$&" An experienced raiser and trainer
of colts, says: "An important point in
the rearing is the practice of speaking to
them in a gentle tone of voice, and fre
quently handling them while by the side
of the dam, and after going to grass, ta
king care not to throw any thing at them,
but allow them to feed from the hand.
Treat them kindly and they will become
recent work on longevity states
that in the long list of very aged persons,
there was not a solitary instance of a
bachelor or an idler. Almost all were
hard workers, but the labor was of the
body rather than the mind. At the pres
ent day, and in this country, especially in
our cities, it is notorious that mental anx
iety and woriment make most men old at
19" A writer in the Floricullural Cab
inet says that he has for several years pre
served his cabbages from the attacks of
caterpillars by placing little bags of sul
pher on sticks, about eighteen inches high,
among the beds of all the cabbage tribe.
He has found the same effect from strew
ing sulpher over all trees and shrubs which
are subject to the attacks of injurious in
sects—they cannot stand the smell of
sulpher. A teaspoonful enclosed in a
muslin bag is sufficient for a cubic yard of
W&* The Louisville Journal, while not
liking Senator Sumner's speeeh, was still
more displeased with Senator Chestnut's
reply. It says:
We do not think that any gentleman,
though we have hitherto thought Mr.
Chestnut one, could have been guilty of
such remarks. If the South Carolina
Senator was anxious to denounce and
grossly insult some Abolition member of
Congress for an Anti-Slavery speeeh, he
certainly knew a good many of them who
had made far coarser, and bitter, and more
ferocious ones than that of the Massachu
setts Senator. Mr. Chestnut spoke of
Sumner as a coward, and we have no doubt
that he was perfectly sincere in his opini
on. He meant to be discreet in his selec
tion of the subject of his attack. He
didn't like the thought of being a cracked
A distressing case of suicide took
place on the Northern Central Railway,
about three miles from Baltimore, on Sat
urday afternoon. Mm. Sarah Rebecca
Davis, a young married lady, jumped from
an embankment along the bank of Jones'
Falls She struck a sharp rock, causing
the brain to protrude, ana fell into the
water. Her lifeless body was soon after
taken out. About one year ago, the de
ceased married a person named Samuel H.
Davis, who is now doing business at
Hancock, Maryland, and it is quite appa
rent that domestic troubles induced her
to commit the rash act. Previous to the
act she wrote along letter to her husband.
The letter breathes the most tender spirit
of affection, and concludes with good ad
vice to her husband, reminding him of
the personal responsibilities of every one,
exhorting him to lead a good life and to
meet her in heaven. The deceased was a
woman of the most amiable character, and
her untimely end is deeply regretted by
a large circle of friehds.
9Sf One of the comic papers (Momus)
issued lately, has a well executed cut rep
resenting "The Last Rail Split by 'Hon
est Old Abe/ The real giant, standing
six feet three in his rough boots, and hav
ing "pulled off his coat and rolled up his
sleeves," is wielding an immense beetle,
with his foot on a log labelled "Democrat
ic Party said log being already split
half its length, and a fatal wedge so fairly
inserted that it is perfectly apparent the
well aimed blow of the pon
derous maul will completely divide it,
never to be reunited. In the background
is the prairie, with the pioneer's cabin, a
The picture is highly suggestive of the
present posture and prospects of the Dem
ocratic party, as well as the mission ef the
Republican standard-bearer, whose success
in November next will complete the break
ing up of that party which has for the
last few years been falling to pieces of its
M§F The Madison Journal says tho
worm is damaging the wheat to some
extent in Jeffrewn county.