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CORNER MARKET AND 4TH Z. RAGAN, Editor and Proprietor. IfJfctff- Prom the Bosloti Olive Branch. God i Love . I hear it in the stilly night. When slumbering flowers with dew are wet, And every gem shines clear and bright In Heaven's broad azure forehead set ; It floateth gently on the air, Amid the leaves and quiet things ; It rourmurctb low and sweetly where The zephyr folds its tiny wings ; It whispereth softly in mine ear, "Bend lowly now, for God is here." When Sol has burnished up the bowsrs, And o'er the water thrown his beam Of golden light, and dew-steeped flowers Are glittering in silver sheen ; When morn hath wakened sleeping earth, And moon and stars grow Kick and pale, Night, fleeing at her sister's birth, Lifted) her shadows off the vale The voice falls gently on my ear, 'Rejoice, 0 ! mortal, God is here." 'Rejoice ; the fields ami woods rejoice, The liny birds that wing the air, Thewild winds listen too his voice, And moaning seek iheir secret lair ; Each shining orb obeys his nod, And walks the pa h by him described ; All feel the preseuce of a God, At morn, at noon, at even-tide," The voice eomes floating on the air, "God reigneth, ruleth everywhere." Hells M. Ladd. From Godey's Lady's Book. BY-WAY 80RR0WS. BY LILA M. LAIRD. CONCLUDED. Tliers they lay upon the teble, a great crimson heap of bright rosea ; and I was very busy cutting the stems, and placing them in the old-fashioned china jars which stood upon the mantel. So busy was 1, that I never heeded a quick step upou the porch, nor a low, musical voice which bade Carlo cease his barking. But a form dark ened the parlor-door, and I looked up ; be fore me stood tho graceful young man I had a little while before seen passing the chool-house : the mysterious stranger, whose presence had so fearfully moved Alice Vv arren. "I have frightened you, I see," he said, springing forward, with ready graoe, to pick up the roses which had fallen from my hand. 'Pardon me. My flame is Gerald Ford. My visit is to Miss Warren; she boards here, does she not V "Miss Alice is in her room, bit. I will tell her ycu wish to see her;" and I went from the parlor, leaving Mr. Ford seated in. the large chair, his hand pressed over his dark, dreamy eyes. Not in her room was Alice, neither was she in the house ; no one had seen her. So, I put on my bonnet, and wont down the meadow, across the little stream, even through the thick wood, seeking my teach er, and finding her not. But as I passod tho tangled hazel-bushes, I heard a low gob, aud, partiug the boughs, I saw, crouch ing upon the grass, Alice Warren. "Will you not come home with me, Miss Alice '" 1 said, springing to her side. "Go back, B'anny -Rayuor," she cried; 'go back. 1 choose to be alone." "But a ceirtlemaii is at our house who wants so much to see you ; a Mr. Gerald Ford." My teacher shuddered, and then she threw her arms around me. "I knew your errand , and hid from you. I implore you, Fauny, go back, and tell him I cannot come." I hesitated. I remembered Gerald Ford's sweet, low voice and mournful eyes. "Dear Alice, he looks so sad, and seems so anxiots to soe you." Alice Warren looked at me seerohingly. "You pleading for Girald Ford already! Why, Fauny, has the charmer cast his net tlround you also ? Oh, save tap from him; save me 1" And she wept bitterly. Those gushing tears swept away all thoughts of Gerald Ford. I cared only for Alice, and I sought to sooth her grief. "He ihall not see you, dear Alice. He shall not harm you ; but oh, tell uie, is he very, wicked that you so hate and fear him?" iilwt lis "Hate aud fear him ! I hate aud fear Gerald Ford ! Oh, Fanny, if I only could but the serpent's folds are tightening around me, and 1 love then ;" and a bit ter smile played around Miss Warren's mouth. I looked' at her in amazement as she flung herself down upou her knees; aud 1 listened to her wild prayer with a sort of terror "Father in Heaven, give me grace and strength for this struggle ! I am culm now. I am going with you, Fanny. I Will see Mr. Ford." And Alice Warren quietly picked up her bonnet. So, i followed her through the long meadow, aud ever the stream ovon as 1 came, hurriedly and in silence. Miss Warren swept back her rich raven hair carelessly from her tear-stained face, and then she walked iuto the parlor. As she entered, Gerald lord sprang to his feet, and I heard him exclaim ; 'Oh, Alice, have I at last found you V "Gerald, why have you come ?" wits Miss Warren's only answer; and ihen i heard no more, lor the door closed heavily. Auut Esther took her wurk-baskot, and weut up stairs. She wanted to be out ot ttie way of the lovers, she said, aud so diu 1 ; so, 1 followed her to her room, und sat down beside the window. A great white flood of moonlight lell over the porch, and ou the high evergreen hushes In the gar den below; the murmur of the stream which erossA the meadow, aud ever and anon a nielanchely hoot from an uwl in the old eherry-tree, were the only sounds which broke the stillness. But as 1 sat there, Gerald Ford came from the null, and cross ed the porch. Alice Warren followed him to the step. I saw her black figure plain ly iu the moonlight. "Gerald," siie said, 'tempt me no long- er ; be merciful, and leave me forever." "Not forever, my Alice," was the sweet aud mournful aiiswor. 'Your strange fa naticism shall not part us. 1 shall linger i iu the neighborhood for sonic days yet. .Should you, in the mean while, retina to reason, send for me ; for oh, surely your cruel resolution will be shivered ; you can not keep it." "God give me grace to do so. Oh, Gerald, leave me, leave me." 1 did not hear Gerald Ford's reply. He weut out, closing the yard-gate quickly af ter him, and Alice Warreu's sobs fell dis tinctly on my ear. A weeper lay before the mercy-scat all that night, and the morning light heard her agonized prayer : 'Oh, Saviour, help me to be strong," CHAPTER- IV. For a day, Alice Warren would uct leave her room ; but when she caine down stairs, she was calm as ever ; no traces ot a fearful struggle were upon her face; nothing but the same mournful smile which usually dwelt there. That Miss Warren had some great trou ble, aunt Esther felt couviuced. She pit ied her deeply, and many a time wonder ed what could ail the young teacher ; but this was all. Aunt. Esther was uo dicaui cr, and she never crowded ;licr brain with idle fancies respecting Mi&s VU.r'cu. bo, 1 lived uioue in a world of doubts and per plexities, und Alice U anon was Uio uiuuru lui puzzle arouud wiuuli tiiey ail elustcreu. Gerald Ford lett Cbipdale immediately. , out. I knew, lrom the little 1 hud houiu Horn the window that moonlight evening, that he was yet iu the neighborhood. lui Alice never spoke to me ot him ; she guvu me her love, but uot her commence. "She is in a terrible piuiug way, luu ny. Why, she scarcely eats a uiuuthiul, und her wuito lace grows Whiter every day, poor young creature. 1 am thinking She won't last mug." 1 turned from Hannah with an aching heart. 1 knew that Alice Warreu was freshly nerving hersolf for some mighty struggle ; that her little Bible was often wet with tears ; and that Ihe cry of her heart was : 'Father, give me strength ;' but this was all 1 knew. 1 oould only weep for my young teacher; and as L Wept, I wondered. One evening I persuaded .Miss Alice to leave her gloomy room, and Bit with me for a while in the hall. And the birds sung; the waters mur- (Mils to ii)tfricaii Jnktsts, fitcraturt, tum, anil STEUBENVILLE, mured ; from away down the green mead ow came back pleasant sounds of children at play; and the little village looked joy uus iu the lair sunlight. But Alice lean ed back languidly iu her chair, and her words were sad, and her smiles mournful. I laid my crimson brierberries in her lap, but 1 did not speak ; and as 1 sat. betide her, 1 wondered if there could live any person upon the earth sadder thau Miss Alice. The gate opeued quickly, and upon the gravel walk fell a muuly step. Miss War ran sprang from her chair. "1 must go, Fauuy," she gasped. 'He lias conic, but 1 cauuot see him ;' aud she turned to ascend the stairs. "Stop, dear Miss Alice. 1 don't think it is auy one you would not wish to see, only Mr. Why te or" lut whilst t spoke, and Alice yet grasp eel the balustrade, u tall figure stood in the dooruuy not Gen It was nut Mr. Whyte; it Was not Gerald Fold; it was uo oue whom 1 had ever seen, and 1 looked at the strung. er in amazement But Miss Warren, witn a wild scream, hall extended her arms to wards him, tottered forward a lew paces, and then would have fallen to uiy tt r had not the young man caught her. I thought Miss Alice had tainted, bu: in a moment she spoke. "So long looked for; so long prayed for. Oh, Herbert, have you come to me at la.-t V and she wept upon the stranger's shoulder. " Hear Alice, sweet sister," he said, gently, 'becalm. 1 am with you now; nothing shall ever again part us. Brush away those fears, love. Is this your wel come V ' But though the young man spoke play fully, I saw, as he sat down upon the set tee with Alice clinging to him, that he was deeply affected. 1 heard the stranger call Miss Alice sister. I saw, as they sat together side by side, that they were very like each other, yet 1 was startled when my teacher spoke. ' Fanny," she said, smiling through her tears, -this is my brother, my only brother Herbert; we have been parted for years;' and with the same winning sweetuess of his sister, Herbert Warren looked up and greeted me. The evening waned, and the moonlight began to stream full iuto the hall; but the brother and sister yet sat there alone side by side upon the settee, talking to each other earnestly, and sometimes tear- fuhy. When Herbert Warren wont away that night, my auut Esther heartily press ed him to stay. "Make my house your home, Mr. War ren," she said. 'You have so long been parted from your sister surely, you will not tbiuk of stuyiug anywhere else whilst iu Ohipdale." Young Warren thanked my aunt, but declined. Ho was going to the village inn "But, I assure you, Mrs. Raynor," he added, 'Alice and 1 will uever again be parted ; so, wheu 1 leave this place, you must make up your minds to give her up, for she goes with uie." Was my sweet, mournful Alice then re ally going away? 1 was haif sorry, after ail, that Herbert Warren had come. As my teacher passed me on the stairs, 1 st"ppeu her. "Oh, Miss Alice, 1 am so unhappy be cause'' aud then the tears choked me. Miss Alice ect down her lamp, and kiss ed me. "For shame, Fanny," she said, cheer tully ; 'arc you s. rry because a little sun shine is stealing over my path t , I did thiuk, dcur child, that I would have lived and died here with you, but a change has come;1 and as she paused at her room door, she smiled brightly. "But are you perfectly happy, Mitis Alice?" I asked. 'Has all your trouble gone ?" -1 regretted this question the moment after, for an expression of keen anguish passed over Miss Warren's faoo, "Oh, Fauny," she moanefl, touching her breast, 'the serpent lieth here yot. I cauuot hud perfect happiness elsewhere than in my Father's kingdom ;" and, with a sad good-night, she olosed the door. I awoke in a tremor, for I felt a hand A .11! 11 upon my arm. Aunt Miner stood oy me, and, in the dim light of the lamp she held, . j j L , 1 OHIO, WEDNESDAY, her face looked pale aud troubled. "Get up, Fanqy," she said. 'Miss Warren is very sick, and i have just come from her room." 1 sprang from my bed. aud hurried on my clothes; and very quickly I stood be side Alice Warren. She was raised upon pilLws, and gasping for breath; her face was deadly pale, and upon the whit coun terpane and her night dress were great splotches of blood. Herbert Warren knelt at the foot of the bed ; his face was hid den in the clothes, and he seemed to be sobbiug violently. The old doctor stood near Alice Warren, but his fingers were upon her slender wrist, so 1 spoke not to him, neither to aunt Esther, for she was bending over the stricken-hearted brother; but when Hannah came into the room, I went softly to her. "Tell me, Hannah, all about it." "We none of us know much ourselves. ?., mU j-u-j mv Jfafp got awake a few hours ago, she heard Miss Wurre.. couching terribly for a good while, and then she heard her moan and kind of choke like. So my mistress got up and came "ver; and what should she see, Miss Fan ny, but poor Miss Warren all over blood ? Sh' had bi"ken a blood-vessel and could not speak. o I ran for Doctor Gray, ami brought Mr. Warren up from the tavern; and that is all. I am ufraid that he don't hope that the poor thing will see morning light;" ami Hannah sat down to cry, for she loved the youitg.tggjQhej.. But 'the silver chord was not yet to be loosod ; the shadow went backward ten degrees, and the spoiler sheathed his sword for a season.' Alice W arren saw the morn ing light, and as day after day passed away, she grew stronger, better. Herbert watched his sister tenderly and faithfully. He was cheerful, for he was flushed with hope ; but the old doctor shook his head. "She will never bo well, Fanny," he said, as I followed him out on the porch one evening to ask what he thought of Miss Warren. ' 'She will never bo well, aud she can live but a year at the farthest-' And Geiald Ford came back to Chip dale. Apparently, Herbert Warren and he were, old friends, for they often passed our house arm in arm, heads bowed down in earnest talk. Herbert Warren spent the greater portion of each day with his sister , and onco when he had lingered un usually long, Gerald Ford followed him to our house. I met Gerald upon the step ; he looked grave and anxious. "Is Alice Miss Warren worse this eveuiug? Tell me, tell me,' he asked in a troubled tone. "Oh, uo, sir ; she grows better, we hope.' "Dear, dear Alice," he murmured ; and then, as though recollecting himself, stam mered a hasty good-evening, and left the house. CHAPTER V. It was long bofore Mies Warren was stroug enough to leave her bed, and sit up n her easy chair. At last, that tirm1 caine. Herbert Warren, in the uieau while, was anxious and impatient. He kucw that Alice could not bear another winter in the north, and he was determin ed, ere the chill winds came, to take her to a warmer clime. So he lingered in Chipdale, waiting only till his sister was able to leave it with him. And Gerald Ford came ofteu to the village, and his wulks with Herbert grew yet more earnest and protracted. The first wailing winds of autumn were beginning to sweep an ujnl the house, and the crimson and yeliow leaves glistened brightly upou tho trees. It was a sad, beautiful evening. 1 sat with Miss Warren iu her room. The lire light flushed up from the little hearth, and us it shone upon her face so pule, so lovely, the old wouder came back to my mind. Was there over auy body sadder than Miss Warreu t "Fanny," said Alice, suddenly, 'has Gerald Ford beon here to-day V "Yes, Alice, aud he told aunt Father he hoped tho next time he cameou wo' Id see him." Miss Warren motioned me to come close to her. . "Hear Fanny Raynor," she said, gent ly, 'you have often wondered, I know, why I wan to sorrowful and wretched, but OCTOBER 10, 1855. I never felt before as thcugh I could tell you. I am going soon away from you now, and I shall never return. Don't cry, Fanny. You know, I will find in the 'bettor land' what 1 have bo Ion"; sourht for, perfect peace. But before I have done with earth, you shall hear my story." ! Then she told me of her fcarly home, so i fair and beautiful; her kind, good parents, whose tender love ever shielded Herbert and herself from care aud sorrow. But the 'dark days' came ; riches flew away ; those parents died, and Herbert and Alice were orphans, poor und lonely. Herbert went out to battle with the world. His home was in a foreign land, but she often ! heard from him, and his letters were cheer ing. "Herbert did all he could for me, Fan ny," said she, 'but I could not bear to be a helpless burden upon him. So T became a teacher in Seminary in the city. There I found a quiet home and kind friends. But I was sad, so lonely I felt ; Herbert so far from me; no father or moth- i er to bless me with their love. Fanny, a light gleamed suddenly across my way. 1 met Gerald Ford ; he was noble, generous; he loved me, and he laid his proud heart before the poor orphan. I was sorrowful and lonely no longer. I loved Gera d Ford with a yearning tenderness, and my love was returned fully, completely. I dreamed a lovely dream, aud I was happy. But the dreamer awoke, and oh, Fanny, what did I see I My sweet happiness shiv ered to pieces my goodly fruit 'apples of Sodom.' Geraid Ford, my Gerald, was an unbeliever, a hardened scoffer at holy things. Long had he hidddeu this from me, but the veil foil suddenly from my eyes. To Gerald, our blessed religion was something loathsome and coutcmptible; the precious Saviour I loved and worship ed, he rejected and scorned. When Ger ald Ford found I knew all, he threw off his disguise, and boldly, boastingly avow ed his sentiments. I reproached him for deceiving me, but he only laughed. Sweet were the ties which had bound Gerald and myself together, but I felt they must be broken. I loved him, but I could not mar ry him. I could not give my hand to the scoffing unbeliever; yet he was intensely dear to rue, and my heart cried out with a mighty voice against the stern step. So, I had a great struggle; then, Funny, I told Gerald all. He knelt to me ; ho up braided ; he implored ; he wept, yet all the while he held tightly to his errors. Then we parted ; but Gerald said to me : 'Alice, I will never give you up Your foolish fanaticism shall not part us.' Oh, Fanny, those terrible days ! I shudder to think of them. But ray love was in no wise abated ; it lived on, mocking and re proaching me all the while. I was strange and dreamy, and the spell which Gerald Ford had cast upon me seemtd like that of a serpent. Fauny, you understand now my grim emblems types. Dear child, they were uot as fearful us the reality. I strug gled against Gerald Ford's power. I strove to orush down my love for him. I fled from his presence. I left the ci'y and came to this place, but he knew it not. If the blessed Deliverer had not upheld me with his strong a-m, surely I would have fallen, but. his 'grace was sufficient for me;' his strength wu made 'perfect in weakness ' With what a torturing vividness came back the memory of Gerald's love, so wide and generous ; his sweet, low voice ; his mournful eyes. I .could not forget him. I knew a great gulf lay between us, yet my heart pined for him. Duty wa before me, and I dared not turn from it. Oh, . anny, when a WOMAN thus battles for the right, she may be utrong, but it is always a terrible strength, perfected through suff ering. A letter came suddenly friu Ger ald reproachful, tender, telling me he had fouud out at last wnere I was, and would soon visit me ; and then he hoped, my foolish resolution would be shaken. Fan ny, be came, and the same wild scenes were lived over again. Gerald left me, but he threatened to return. He knew I loved him, and he saw his power ; yet I have been graciously upheld. Then came Herbert, my loug parted brother, prosper ous and happy, still loving mo very tender ly, and you know the rest. Herbert is careless about religious matters, yet he looks upon Gmld'MMitimeuts with horror initial Jiitclliptf. and though his friend, he never pleads with me for him. Now, Fanny, there is not so much mystery about me as, I know, you fancied, but I have my own griefs heavy and dark' Then Alice wept, and I mingled my tears with hears. Alice Warren's lust evening with us , and a bright gplden oue it was. If it had not been for those fluttering crimson leaves, which ever and anon fell in the path, and the sighing winds which swept arouud the house, we could have dreamed it summer. "Stay, Faimy, with me. No, no, you must not go ;' aud as Alice tightly grasp ed my hand, the door opened, und Gerald F'ord entered. The young man's line face was flushed und troubled, and when he looked upon Alice Warren, so pale, so fragile, hailing back upon he pill, ws in her chair, he seemed deeply affected. "Oh, Alice ' but the voice was husky. und the words died away ; und Gerald ford Hung liimsei! upon nis Knees oeiore ner "My poor Gerald," said Alice, laying her little thin hand carelessly upon his brigln hair, 'do you know why I have sent for you this evening? I am going away, and we shall never meet again ; but, be fore we part, I have many things to say to you." She was going on, but Gerald Ford, lift ing up his bead, poured forth words of the inns' exquisite tenderness and affection; und as he knelt there in the yellow sun light, his face glowed with a touching, mournful beauty. Young as 1 was, I felt and acknowledged Gerald Ford's fascina tion, and I marvelled at MisrAliee's calm ness. "Dear Gerald, I have tenderly loved you. 1 do yet love you. I can safely confess it now; but it was not to speak of this that I have seen you this evening. When 1 lie down in my grave" "D'm't tell mc this, Alice," passionate ly interrupted young Ford. 'You shall not die, you shall not.'' "Peace, peace," said she. 'Gerald, I must soon die, but death has no terrors for rue;' and thou she went on to speak sol emnly and beautifully of Heaven. I weil remember with what tearful ear nestness she pleaded with the kneeler by her side to fling aside his wicked unbelief, and seek for mercy. But these words fell . i i i i r i upon Gerald Ford's cars as an idle tale, und he answered them with careless indiff erence "Oh, Gerald, how can you speak so scoff ingly 1 You grieve me deeply ;' and she sighed "Pweet fanatic, forgive me ; but we will ho lon-cr talk of this. Listeli to me;' aud Geraid spoke of love. Very touching was his appeal, but she heard him calmly. He told her how com pletely his hopes were centered oh her ; how she was, as it wero, his own sweet life, aud he implored her wildly hot to fling him from her. "You love me, 14cnow; marry me then and give me the right to be always with you, o watch over and guaid you. Oh, Alice, I would lay down my life for you '' "Gerald, 1 hoped this was all forever past ; but I tell you now, and for the last time, that 1 can never marry you. I ac knowledge my weakness. I love you even I yet, but 1 may not trample upon duty ; 1 cannot. I dare not give my hand to a scoll'er, an unbeliever, aud very soon I shall lie down aud sleep in death. So farewell, Gerald, erriug, yet beloved. Ger aid, farewell forever." But wecpiug, and uttering words of wild tenderness, Gerald Ford yet knelt by Miss Warren's side. "My poor Gerald ! Oh, Father in Heav en, have mercy on him !" 'Alice, don't mock mc with your prayers. I scorn your fanaticism, 'tis it which is tearing you from me, and making us both miserable ;' aud Gerald Ford went ou talk ing with fierce vehoinence; and, frighten ed and trembling, I got up from my seat, and slipped from the room. Gerald Ford loft in a little while after. When he came down stairs, his face was swollen with weeping, and snatching up hia hat, ho pulled it over his eyes, and went out quickly ; but I saw that in his hand he held her little Bible. That nigh PEK ANNUM INVARIABLY IN ADVANCE, VOLUME 1. NUMBER 40. Gerald Ford left Chipdale. Wheu the gray, chill morning caoie, Miss Warren stood for the last time upon the porch, 'ilio carriage was at the door, aud Herbert waited somewjiat impatiently, but yet his sister lingered, and her fare wells were tender, tearful. L loved Mis Warreu, and when I looked upon her sweet pale face, 1 sorrowed most of all, inasmuch us i should .see it no more on earth. it was a summer's day, and the groeu he, us lejueed iu the pleasant light, but there i sat. Great tears fast, last falling upou tierheri. W atreu's letter. Could 1 help ii . My awect teacher waa dead. But evea aa 1 wept, l wascomtoited, for 1 knew that, u,tuuubu her Weary trame rcaled be neath tue orauge-trees of a foreign land, tier spun ujoieeu iu 'the excelleut glwy' of ner Father's kingdom. The .ihiuiug lock ui hair, aud Alls Warreu a miniature, wuiuh her brother Sem me, so like her, svitu u.s dovc-iikc eyesaud mourufu. aiuile, no oy me, cveu now, precious reuoa oi my beloved youug teaencr. Years went by, and changes came; and wheu my aunt Anther uied,l left Ghipdale, und went far from it. 'lheu I heard of Uerufd Ford. Loug had he wan .ere J iu the dark fields of unbelief; but a baud of mercy fed him from hence, ml plaoed hiui iu a better way, cveu the sure 'path of peace.' Uerald FOrd sorrows not for Alice as oue without hope. He knows that be u but 'a pilgrim anil a stranger' upon earth, and hu awaits with patient faith the time when the Master shall come and call for him. Bitterly has Gerald Ford mourned his post life, but he wastes not his time in idle regrets. He wages ever a vigorous war against the dark errors which had well nigh slain him. Miss Warren's death deep ly touched her brother's careless heart ; and when, not long after, he laid down and slept beside her in that foreign land, it waa said, by those who watched Herbert War ren in his last hours, that he had gone 'to a better country, even an. heavenly.' Perchance, it was well that Alice War ren was so early called home, for she was sorely tempted, aud her strength was weak; yet she sought help for her Btruggle wise ly, even at the mercy seat. For the lonely woes of life, the wayside griefs, of which the world knoweth noth ing, there is but oue sweet balm, one sure comfort. Let the child of sorrow seek for this aright, and he will not be left comfort less. 'Peace shall be ministered unto him abuudantly.' What Freedom is in England I The Rev. George Ueuuing, of little Para don, one of her Majesty's Justices of the Peace, reeeutly committed to Chelmsford jail for fourteen dj3, two laborers, uamed Thomas and George Collins, "for leaving their work (hay making) at half past one on Monday, the 6th inst." That is, two of her Majesty's subjects, who are "free by the glorious birthright of Englishmen," are sent to prisou for "absenting" them selves for all afteinoou to witness a 'review of the Essex Yeomanry Artillery and Cav alry." What a commentary on the grand pi oceedings on the occasion of the recep tiouof Mrs Stoweby the Duehess of Suth erland! What a commentary ou Brit ish philanthropy directed to relief ii Amorica? Is tho British constitution and system of government, a party to such acts of wan ton cruelty ? U would seem so ; for her Majesty's Secretary, 8ir George Grey, could see uo "ground to justify him in ad vising her Majesty to oxtend" relief. James Buchanan, in a speeoh made in the city of Lancaster ou the 4th of Ju ly 1851, made use of the following lan guage, "above all, we ought to drive from our shores foreign influence, and cherish exclusively amorijnn feelings, foreign influ ence has been in evtfry ajre, the cw of republice, let u then learn wisdom front experience, and; forever bonjsb. this fiend from out soeioty." 8STho majority of Gov. Royce wr all the others in Vermont, is between Bine aud tn thousand. tUTM the municipal eleetiou at Fort Leavenworth, Kansas, held oatheJdirut., tho Frco State candidates were all choeett by larpre mnjoritie. : Wffiit .1 - . . ...........