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MAYSVILLB, KZ, THURSDAY, JULY 14, 1864.
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MAYSVIM.E. JULY. It ISGt
A. PRAYER FOR PEACE.
BT A LADT.
Onr sky'e o'erspread with gloomy clouds,
Oar tun hislight
Has hid. The Htara grow dina which 'Inmsd
Onr bann?is bright,
Onr hearts re worn with bitter grief, ;
Onr eyes with tears
Grow dim. A bl bitterly we weep,
Yetcoono hears.
To Tbeo, Great God, we lift onr hearts,
To Theo we err;
Thon wilt not turn away from ns,
Nor oorn tie sigh
Or many hearts bowed down with grief,
And pain and care;
Tbou wilt not rcorn onr limple prayer.
Oh, Thon wilt hear!
Givo thon ns peace, Almighty God,
Oh! give ns ponce;
Bend low Thine ear and hear our prayer,
And grant release
From this dark clond that shrouds cur heart
In fear and gloom,
Etrctch Joith Thv mighty arm and stay
The threat'ning doom.
Here Thon, Oh, God! the mother's wail
For her first born,
Who now, in fancy, she beholds
Bleeding and torn,
Upon tho bloody battle gronnd,
All reeking o'er
With blood of those whom they have loved
In days cf yore.
Hear Thou, Oh, God! in n-.ercy hoar
The widow's moan,
the orphan's cry for bread. Do Thou
Avert the doom.
Pother, none but Thino arm ns can release,
Put forth Thy mighty power, O, Ood'
And give ns Peace..
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GARDEN LILIES.
ET JULIE LEONARD.
Stately and fair the lilies ft an J,
The loveliest flowers in-the land;
"Woven irom ont the moon's pale beam,
Like cups of silvery i-heen they gleam;
Holding within each goblot rare,
A sceptre of sunshine imprisoned there.
And every night the crystal dew
Like lipoid diamonds flash in view.
While the clinging leaves about the stem,
Seem prond of their beauteous dJudcin.
Oh, lovely lily, like stately maid,
Thon standest in the garden shads!
Through the soft shadow of summer night,
isoo thee shine with the moon's own light
Lily, fair lily, witching fpcll
Lur'd tnee Irom tho orb thou lov'd'bt so well,
And in thy silvery gleam wo re.
That lost home's lustre thine in theo.
"We Sing to Tnosa We Love.
Tke tho brigh thell ,
From its home by tho lea,
And wherever it goes
It will sing of the sea ;
So take the fend heart
From its home and its hearth,
Twill sing of the loved
To tho end of the earth.
Ifyoti take the bright shell,
Though yon break it in two,
The remnant will t-ing yon
The sea-song anew;
So the chords of the heart
Will respond to love's strain,
Though distance or malice
Have rent it in twain.
" Things Requisite.
Iln ve a tear for tho wretched ; a smile for the glad ;
For tho worthy, applausa; an excuse for tho bad;
Some help for tho needy; some help for those
V ho ttray from the path whe'e true happiness
flows.
Have a laugh for the child inherylay at thy feet;
Have re-pec for tho aged; and pleasantly greet
Tho ptrangar that seefeeth for shelter from thee;
Have a covering to spare, if he naked should be.
Have a hope in thy sorrow; a calm Jn Ihy joy;
Have a work that is worthy thy life to employ;
Aud oh! above all things cn this side of the sod,
Have peaca with thy conscience, and peace wi h
thy God.
Tbe devoted love of a mother to a way
ward chili is tbe finest and noblost in the
world.
If you want to control a bnngry m3D, nse
him as you would a horso, put a bit ia his
month.
Tbe roan who popped the jueation by
"starl'ght" got his sweetheart's consent in
a "twinkling."
Glcverson, tho Mormon A Romance.
BY ARTEMA3 WARD.
CHAPTER I.
THE MORAtON'S DEPARTURE.
The morning on which Reginard Glover
son was to leave Great Salt Lake City with
a mule train, dawned beautifully.
Reginald Gloverson was a young and
thr'.fty Mormon, with an interesting family
of twenty young and handsome wives. His
nnions had never been blessed with children.
As often as or.ce a year ha csed to go to
Omaha, in Nebraska, with a mule train, for
goods: but although ho had performed tho
rather perilous journey many times with
entire safety his heart was strangely sad on
this particular morning, and filled with
gloomy forebodings.
The time for his departure had arrived.
Tho high-spirifed mul?s wore at the door,
impatiently champing their bits. Tne Mor
mon stood sadly among his weeping wives
Dearest or.es. he said, I am singularly sad
at heart this morning, hut do not let this dis- j
tress yon. The journey is a perilous one,
but pshaw! I have always come back j
safely heretofore, and why should I fear? i
Resides I know that every night, as I lay:
down on the broad starlight prairie, your j
bright facps will come to tin in my dreams,
nd make my s'umbers sweet and gentls. j
You, Emily, with your mild b'ue eye, and ;
you, Henrietta, with your splendid Mack ;
hair, and you. Nelly, with your hair so i
brightly, beautifully golden, and yon, Mol-!
Iv.with rotir cheeks so downy, and you,
j Betsey, with your wine-red lip far more
'delictus, though, than any wine I ever,
! tasted :r.d you. Maria, with yMir win-:
some vo.ee, an'l you, rvisin, wnn your ;
with your that is to say, Susan, with your',
and the other thirteen of you. earn so
' ?ood anil beautiful, will com- to mn in sweet
: dreams, will you not. Doarostist?
Our own. they lovingly chimed, we will.
! And ro farewell! rr'ed Reginald. Come
to mv arms, mv owi !'
he said, that is, as;
Imanv of you as can do it conveniently at
once, for 1 m'ipt away.
He folded several of them to his throb
VHP oreast. sr u on.ve sruiv awey
But he had not trnne far when the trae of
thnr.ff hied mule became unhitched. Dis
mounting he essaved to adi'ist the trace:
but ere he had fairly commenced tho task. The Fourth. If the patriotism cf the
tho mil's, a singularly refractory animal, 1 citizens of Steubonvillo, was judged by
fcorted wildly and kicked Rogir.a'ld fright- j thoir public observance of Independence
fully in the stomach. He arose with dfti- j Day, it would be found sadly wanting.
culty and tottered feebly towaid his mother's ; With the exception of a general suspausion
house, which was near by, falling deal in ; of busiuess, there was nothing to indicate
her ya'rl, wirh the remark: 'Dear mother, j that the anniversary of our natal day was
I've come home to di-! I beinp: observed. In bstter and happier
Si I see, she sa'd, but whereV the mulesTj times our people everywhere hailed tbis
Alas! Reginald G'overson could g;c j no day with hmd acclamations of joy and glad
answer. In vain the heart stricken mother j ness. It was ushered in with the loud peal
threw herself upon his inanimate form, cry- I of bells, tho thunders of artillery, and ce!o
5n Oh my son my son! only say where - brated with speeches, toasts, &c, in almost
tho mules is. and then vou may die if you every city, village and hamlet in the coua-
i wont tr' In vain in vast.; ;
Reginald had passed on.
CHAPTER II.
rUSERAL TRAPPIXQ3.
The mules were never found.
Reginald's heart-broken mo'her took tho
body "home to herunfortnnato son's widows.
But before her arrival she disereolly snt a
boy to bust the news gently to tbo afflicted
wives, which he did by informing them in
a hcrso whisper that the 'old raw had gone
in.
The wives felt very badly indeed.
He was devoted to mo, sobbed Emily.
And to me. said Maria.
Yes, said Emily, ho thought onsidrably
of von, but not so much as ho did of me.
I say he did!
AdJ I say he didn't!
He did!
lt li !n'l!
Don't look at me with yonr squint eyes-!
Don't shake Your red head at me!
Sisters! sai l 'the black haired Ilanrictta,
ceaso th-s nnseeming'y wringing. I, as
Reginald's first wife, 6hall strew flowi rs on
his nrave. .
No you won't, said Susan; I, as his last
wife, f-hall t-trew flowers on bis grave. Jti.
my bnsin?Fs to strew!
Ton shai't, so there ! said Henrietta.
You bet I will!' said Susan with a tear
sufTused ch?ek.
Well, as forme, said the practical B-stsey,
I ain't on the s'rew, much, but I shall ride
at the head of tne funeral procession!
Not if I've ever besn introduced to my
pelf von won't, said the golden haired Nelly;
that's my portion. You bet your bonnet
strings it if!
Children, said Reginald's mother, you
mu-t do some rrying, you know, on the day
of the funeral; aud how many pocket hand
kerchiefs will it take to go round? Betsey,
yon and Nelly onht to make one do be
tween you.
Iil tear her eyes out ;f she perpetrates a
flrchei! said Nelly,
8lru w in; . i T 1 -
nr .lnwhters-in-law. said Romaic's
mother, how unseemly is this anger! Mules
i five hundred dollars a span, and every
idtnUfd mule my poor boy had has been
ocbbled up bv the red man. I knew whn
" p.ir.i,r.t9!.jprml into the door yard
.u on thTdio. but if I'd only thunk
to ak hint about them mules ere his gent. a
Pirt took flight, it would hive been four
tbousacd dollars in our pockets and no mis
take. Excuso those real tears, but you ve
never felt a parent's real feelin'a.
Ifs an oversight,'' sobbed Maria. Don t
blame us.
CHAPTER III.
DUST TO ICiT.
Tbe runcral passed off in a very pleasant
manner, nothing occuring to mar the har
mony of the occasion. By a happy thought
of Reginald's mother, the wives walked to
the ""ave twenty abreast, which rendered
that part of the ceremony thoroughly m-
partL
That night the twenty wives, with heavy
hearta sought tnoir i .
couches. But no Reginald occupied those
twentv respective couches-Reginald wou.d
nevermore linger all eight in blissful repose
n those twenty respectiyo couches begi-
nald's head would never more press the
twenty respective couches never, never
more! . .
,
In another house not many leagues from
the HouRe of Mourning, a gray-haired wo
man was weeping passionately. lie died,
she cried, "without sigoerfyin', in any re
spect, where them mules went to!
CHAPTER IV.
MARRIED AGAIN.
Two year3 aro supposed to have elapsed
between, the third and fourlh chapters of
tnis original American romance.
A manly Mormon, one evening, ns the
sun was preparing to set among a select
apartment of gold and crimson clouds in the
western horizon although for that matter
the snn has a right to set where it wants to,
and so, I may add, has a beo a manly Mor
mon. I say, tapped gently at the door of the
mansion of the late Reginald Gloverson.
The door was opened by Mrs. Susan
Gloverson.
Is this the house of the widow Gloverson?
il,e Mormon asked,
It is, said Susan.
And how many is there of she? inquired
th0 Mormon.
There is about twenty cf her, including
me courteously returned the fair Susan,
Can I see hei?
Yon can.
Madam, he softly said, addressing tho
twenty disconsolate widows. I have seen
jmrt 0f you before! And although I have
already twenty-five wives, whom I respect
aud tenderly caro for I can trulv say that I
never feU love's holy thrill till I saw thee!
He mino bo mine! he enthusiastically
cried , and we will show the world a striking
innutrition ot tne ivvtutv an l trntn oi tne
noble linej, only a good deal more so
"Twenty-on souls with single thought,
Twenty-one li:arts tliat bouts us one!"
They wer-3 united, they were!
Gentle reader, does not the mora of this
romiinco show that 1om it not. in fact.
s;low that however many there may bo of a
young wi low woman, or rather does it not
how that what ever number of persons cdb
woman may consist of well, never mind
what it thnui. Oi ly this writing Mormon
romance is confusing to the intellect. You
try it and seo.
try. uui we navo saaiy ueganeraieu. xis
rrlorious memories and proud associations,
.-.ervo not nov to awaken in the hearts of the
j people a proper oppreciation of the memory
of the men who wrung from the grasp of an
hs'ish tyrant, the liberties transmitted to
us, their descendants, but which, through
onr own m idnois.and folly, we uovv hold by
trie slightest touure. Iadeed, it would al
most seem that to secure them to us perma
nently, the battles of fraadom will have to
ba fought over again.
With a blooJy and devastating civil war
desolating our once fair land, and carrying
sadness, sorrow and mourning to almost
every hearthstone, there exists but little
disposition amtng the people for mirth"
gladness, and rejoicing over tho approach of
the day once hailed with all the warmth
and enthusiasm of a grateful nation. In
deed its annual return i.s calculated at this
time to bring with it more of sadness than
joy regr'ts for tha 'might havo baens'
sorrow lur the calamities ot to-;Jay.
Lot us hopo that the next return of tho
anniversary of Independence Diy, may bu
celebrated as in days agone, by a united
and bjppy People; rejoicing in the blessings
of a restored Union, a preserved Cinstitntion
nd a redeemed country bounding to pros
perity under the impulses of returr.iug
PaACE. Steubenville O. Courier.
General Lo3 Before His Men.
A correspondent of the South Carolinian
wrote from Kershew's brigade a few days
before the commencement of the late move
ments. The occasion wa3 a reviawing visit
to Longstrcet's corps:
About 1 o'clock tho arrival of General
Lee was announced by strains of music and
a salute from the artillery. As he rode up
to the eolers, and tbe men caught sight of
his well known figure, a wild and prolonged
cheer, fraught v.ith a feeling that thrilled
all hearts, ran along the line and rose to the
heavens. Hats were thrown high, and
many persons became almost frantio with
emotion. Gen. Longstreet shared fully in
the excitement, and waved his hat in the
most axcited manner. It was then a fine
sight to seo Gen. Lee ride forward, and, an
covering hisjnobly modeled and venerable
head, acknowledged, with consummate
grace and dignity, the greeting. He looked
stouter and manlier, and no "older, than
when we parted with him last fall. One
heard on all stdes such expressions as,
What a glorious figure!' 'What a noblo
laco ar.d head! 'Oar destiny is in his band!'
Ha is the best and greatest wan on this con
tinent !' He was accompanied by bis son,
Brig. Gen. William F.Lee, Boon I hear, to
be "male a Major General. Before the
cheering ceased, an old lady, with a kiud
motherly face, passing a party of soldiers
bowed to them repeatedly, exclaiming,
with au emotion that thrilled all who heard
her. 'I bow to you soldiers!'
ITrjRRAn for Lincoln asd No Coffes.
Our Republican managers in lfcStJO got
raauv voters for snti slavery. We must
now'ali learn to be anti-shirt. If anti-slavery
ideas prevail much longer, wa will be
restored to prijauiva liberty that is, run
ning naked and eating dirt. Uurah for
Lincoln, without coffee ot sugar.
Bean Ilnckctt in tlieUnrai Districts.
To (lie Elitor of the Chicago Pest:
You will pardon me for dating my letter
at no place in particular, as that is where I
happen to be at the time of writing it. I
presume you care nothing about the date; it
is of little consequence. For mv own part,
I don't care a fig abcut dates, but I am es
pecially fond of prunes.
I left Chicago soon after the trees com
menced leaving. I make a practice of go
ing into the country every summer about
the time musketoes begin to get ripe, but I
had made up my mind to remain at home
this season, and should have done so, if the
olty had not become too hot forme. When
I speak of the city, I do not allude exclu
sively to the temperature of the atmosphere;
another sort of fear had something to do
with tbe affair. I did not anticipate bodily
injury from any particular quarter, for there
were not many quarters in Chicago when I
left, but to speak plainly, I felt a little
alarmed lest the whole city should come
down on me. It was no uncommon thing
for me to meet brickbats coming around
street corners, when I least expected them;
and whether I expected them or not, they
1 . 1 . 1 J 1 1 1
were always unwelcome visitors. On one
or two occasions I was mistaken for an ed
itor, and the perilous adventures that suc
ceeded the mistake, challenge description.
You will bear in mir.d that I don't care how
much my descriptive powers are challenged,
but I don't want to be challenged myself.
Every time I went upon the streets with a
piece of white paper aud a pencil in my
bands, it commenced hailing brickbats, and
whenever I went out with a pair of black
pantaloons on I could smell powder.
The town became too hot for me entire
ly. I am no coward; when I meet a brave
man 1 always treat him well, and never
him well.
offend him; but if I meet a coward, I don't
care what l say to him. 1 can appreciate 0f which it is well for people to canvass
bravery if auybody can. thPSe subjects to look at the miseries as
My departure from your beautiful city, weu fts the so-called glories of this unnatu
(I call it beautiful b?causa I have a friend j rai contest to consider whether the quiet
in it who has a corner lot to feli ana ex-
pects this letter to be read by a man in Ver
mont who wants to purchase) was acceler
ated by a dream which came to me one
night when I wa9 asleep. I had an awful
dream. Unlike Byron's, it was all a dream,
and more too. I dreamed that is I think
I dreamed; I was so frightened that I will
not be positive about the beginning that
the city was depopulated. Oue third of the
inhabitants were in arrest on chargssot libel,
one third for assaul and battery and gamb
ling, and tbe other third had gone their bail,
and run away to keep fram paying. I alone
escaped. Methoaght I sat upon the highest
pinnacle of the courthouse, and gazed with
sublime contempt upon all inanimate things
be'ow. I was congratulating myself upon
my escape from demoralization, and medi
tating whether 1 should still live a virtuous
life and be happy, or share the fate of my
fellow-men, when an Ethiopian minstrel
hit me in the face with a silver cup and
blinded me. When I recovered it was
growing dark, and I saw a caravan approach
ing from afar off, and the people bore ban
ners, on which were inscribed "Woodlawn,"
and they uttered loud imprecations against
me, and I thought nij time had come, but
it had not. It was soma other man's time.
The darkness increased, and became so in
tense that it was a'.most suffocating. And I
saw a ballon ascending to the clouds, with
a red-haired man in it, and the red-haired
man fell out and shot through the air like
a comet. I saw his red hair approaching
me, and told him he couldn't coma it, but
he did. He struck me violently, knocked
me from my pinnacle, and I awoke. Then
it occurred to ma that I was right, and I
rushed out of my house to meet another
brickbat the same one that! had met three
times before.
On this hint I left tho city. I tfm pleas
antly located, tho scenery around me being
surpassingly beautiful, and devoid of brick
bats. The crops bid fair to be exceedingly
flno. If we don't have some rain soon, they !
will be finer than they ever were before in
the world. In those districts where birds
are numerous, corn comes up as soon as it is
planted. A great many farmers have not
planted muchgrain this season, and the
products of their farms will ba very small
potatoes. When the mania for erecting
new buddings snail have disappeared from
Chicago, and brickbats become less numer
ous tnau they are now; when Long John
shall have restored peace and quietude, and
arrests are no longer a necessity, or "wheu
this cruel war is over," I may return. Un
til then, I am, tracquilly,
Beau Hackett.
President Lincoln's Story of Swapping
Horses. When Mr. Lincoln was informed
of his renomination for President, ha frank
ly declared that he was not the best mac for
the office, but he added that he supposed
the Convention thought it was no t:me to
swap horses when crossing a stream. The
Buffalo (N'ew York) Courier tells the whole
story, which Mr. Lincoln only alludes to:
"A Dutchman undertakes to swim a mare
and colt across a stream, and not being a
swimmer himtelf, he takes hold of the colt's
tail, and the trio start to make the passage.
The colt weak and immature begins to 6how
signs of giving out about the time the m'd
dle of tho stream is reached, and men on tbe
opposite bank cried out to the Dutchman to
seize the mare's tail and relieve the colt, or
he will be lost. Looking anxiously about
bira, and seeing the maro's tail beyond his
reach, he tightecad bis grasp on the colt's
caudlo extremity, and replies to his interest
ed neighbors, that 'this is no place to swap
horses. The result, of course, is thatDutch
man and cait soon sink to what the novelists
term 'a wa ery grave.'
"We are left to infer that the colt repre
sents tbe almost exhausted Government, and
the President the drowning Dutchman. It
is not strange that his renomination should
have called this story to mind. The ques
tion for tbe people is, whether there is not
6omo way to save th3 colt."
,
We are ' gratified to announce that the
present Congress have done one good act.
Thay Lava adjourned sine die. That is one
biess ng, for which let all patiots ba duly
grateful. Lou. Dam.
From the Ilolmns County (O.)Farmor.
The War Must iio On.
The war must go on, is the cry of office
holders, shoddy contractors and miscegen
philanthropists. The war must go on for
what? It has been in progress over three
years, end nobody has been benefitted ex
cept those who were making money out of
it. The Union is further from being restor
ed than when the conflict was commenced
taxation has devoured the substance of the'
people and threatens a heavy increase
nearly two millions and a half of men have
been taken from happy homes, from peace
ful firesides, from the fields of indnstry
the nation is staggering under an existing
and rapidly accumulating debt that will op
press future generations to the earth the
precious birthright of liberty has been taken
away from American citizens the terrors
of unlimited conscription bring fear and
trembling to millions of hearthstones more
than a million of brave men have been slain
or sent hobbling over the country, cripples
for life thousands of widows made desolate
thousands of fatherless children turned
out upon the cold charities of a heartless
I . . .
world thousand
of houses turned into
houses of mourning thousands of aged"pa
rents sent down in sorrow to their graves
vice and immorrality pervading the land
hope departing from the people and despair
encompassing them about. The war must
go on, notwithstanding these and number
less other resulting evils and for what?
To satisfy 'the political ambition of a fe w
men in power, 8nd to pay tribute to those
who are growing rich out of the miseries of
the people and the destruction of the coun
try men who care naught for you and I,
further than we can aid thera in their in
human crusade.
Lincoln is announced as the champion of
an unlimited prosecution of the war, in view
,t of Pence, of Brotherly Love, of National
Prosperity, of Domestic Happiness, are not
better for this people than the glittering
generalities of devastating war.
Lincoln is supported by a countless mul
titude of office-holders and by the ambitious
and designing men of bis party. Let all
men who are unbought by bribes of office,
who are uninfluenced by the blandishments
of power and undismayed by tbe threats of
heartless tyranny, join as a band of brothers
to work his overthrow. Let us print Peace
upon our lintels, emblazon it upon our ban
ners and proclaim it from our house-tops.
Let us do this in the name of Union, of Con
stitutional Liberty, of National prosperity,
and appealing to, God to aid us in our
righteous purposes our leader, whoever he
may be the instrumentality employed in
leading this people out of the wilderness of
despair into a land of prosperity and happi
ners. Rather Severe on Lincoln. The edi
tor of the Lacrosse Wisconsin Democrat is
not, we conclude, a great admirer of Old
Abe. In a late article he says:
One Term. The Lincoln prpers say that
Lincoln should have two terms in office.
In tha language of Henry Ward Beocher;
we ask if this is not 'damned hot?' Two
terms? It is against nature. Egypt had
but one term of lice, frogs, snakes synony
mous with Abe's office holders, filth,
famine and plagues for all her wickedness.
Spain had but one term of really noted rob
bers. Heaven had but one term of revolt,
and that was settled by forcible secession!
Dogs have but one term of hydrophobia,
horses have but one terra of blind staggers;
children have but one term of measels,
chicken-pox, whooping-cough, mumps, and
such diseases- This being the case, may
Almighty God forbid that we are to have
two terms of the rottenest, most stinging,
ruin-working small-pox ever conceived by
fiends or mortals, in the shape of two terms
of Abe Lincoln's administration.
The Rebel Sharpshooters. Our in
formation from Georgia is to offect that the
efforts of the rebel sharpshooters to pick
off onr officers is fearfully successful, much
more so indeed, than ever before. Most of
them use a recently imported Whiteworth
gun, which is said to be superior to any
thing in use by our forces. It is understood
that the rebels pay as much as $1,500 a
piece for these guns. We do not know the
kind of money used, but suppose gold or
sterling exchange, as Jonny Bull, from
whem they are purchased, would probably
insist on eood money. One of those guns
was captured on the side Resacasome time
since in thia way: A sharpshooter (rebel)
climbed into a tree, and tined a bandker
chief round his waist to prevent his falling
in case he should be wounded. Ihe rebel
was not more than comfortably fixed before
a Federal sharpshooter fired a shot through
his neck and instantly killed him. He
bung in the tree until our lines extended to
the spot, when he was cut down and his
gun taken.
Msjor Norton, Col. Wiles, Capt. Sheridan
and many others were shot with the Whitr-
worth rifle. Chattanoog uazatte, June 7
W.
C. Gouid, of The Hocking Sentinel,
says:
Our youngest brother, who has been in
every fight with the Army of the Potomac
since tha seven day's fight before Richmond
under McClellan except Gettysburg, was
captured the first day's fight in the Wilder
ness under Gen. Grant, and is in prison at
Gordonsville, Va., from which place be
writes home: 'I have plenty to eat and am
well treated, don't trouble yourself about
me!' So it would seem the rebs have
learned to treat our prisoners well, or the
stories of their cruelty, ect., were sensation
terns got up for the purpose of 'firing the
northern heart.'
It is stated th-t Secretary Welles recent
ly made the startling discovery that Noah's
Ark was a doubleruder. Possible this ex
pla:ns his fondness for that style of gunboat.
. Mar.lv snirit: as it is generally called, is
often little less then the froth aud foam, of
hard-mouthed insolence.
How an Indian Finds his way through!
the Woocts; .
H. D, Thoreau, in the account of his i
curslon through the woods of Maine, M14
the following of his Indian guide, Polis: '
I asked him how he guided himself lot
the woods. '0, said he, I can tell good
many ways. When I pressed him fartbe
he answered: 'Sometimes I lookum side
hill,' and he glanced toward a'high hill or
mountain on tbe eastern shore: 'great diff
erence between the north and sonth Sflf
trees the large limbs bend toward south
Sometimes I lookum lock's frocks.) I ask
ed what he saw "on the rocks, but he did
not describe anything in particular, answer
ing vaguely, in a mysterious or drawling
tone, 'Bare rocks on lake shore great diff
erence between N. S. E. W. side can tell
what tbe sun has shone on.' 'Suppose,
said I, 'that I should take you in a dark
night right up here into the middle of th
woods, a hundred miles, set you down, and
turn you around quickly twenty times could,
you steer straigh to Old Town? 0, ye.
said be ; -have done pretty much the urns
thihg. I will tell you. Some years ago I
met an old white hunter at Milllnocket;
very good hunter, he said he could go
anywhere in the woods. He wanted to'
bunt with me that day, so we start. W
chase a moose all the forenoon, round and
ronnd, till middle of afternoon, when vr4
kill him. Then I said to him; cow yotl
straight to camp. Don't go round and round
where we've been, but go straight; Ha
said I can't do that; I don't know where I
am. Where you think camp? I asked. r
He pointed so. Then I laugh at him. I
take the lead and go right off the other way
cross onr tracks many times, straight camp
'How do you do that?' asked I. 'O, I can't
tell you,'' he replied. 'Great difference be
tween me and white man.
Executive Clemency. The Washington
correspondent of tbe New York Tribune
(Loyal) says:
"A Chicago Copperhead, j"ohn 0' Connelly
tried for writing a Copperhead letter to
private in Rosecrans' army was found guilty
of an attempt to create disaffection in tha
mind of a United States soldier, and givej
aid and comfort to tbe enemy, and sentenced
to be bung, 'ibe President has commoted
the sentence to five years hard labor at Col
umbus." In the same dispatch we find the follow
ingi
"Major A. Downing, 1st N. T. morjnted'
Rifles, tried for accepting horses unsound
and unfit for service, with, which he knew
had been rejected by an Inspection Board
the day before, has been cashiered."
Oue man is sentenced to be bang air Im
prisoned in the Penitentiary for writing 4
letter to his son; another is dismissed tha
service for robbing the Government. Lin
coln clemency.
Of course" the above rules are made tha
order of the day.. A myn whosends a Cop
perhead alias, Democratic latter to his on!
is to be hung. The man who robe tha
Government of millions is only placed upon
the retired list as it were to become a gen
tleman of ease for the remainder of his day;
Hamilton True Telegraph:
An exchange thinks Satan will have to
enlarge his dominions .if he accommodates
all the rascals of tbe Abolition party. Ha
doos not intend to do it; they would steal
and cheat him out of his dominions. Loa;
Democrat:
General Rosecrans ha3 taken measures to'
put down guerrillas in Missouri; by organi
zing the militia wihout respect to party for
that purpose.
The Boston Courier is publishing soma1
readable letters under the head of 'A ride
to Hoosaio Mountain. The writer say a4
among other good things:
As we sat in the bar-room of the taverri
after dinner, we heard from an old farmer
a suggestion worthy of note. 'Ther ain't
but one way,' Said he, 'to get a bole through:
this here mountain, and that is to bnry s)
nigger in it somewhere, and then Governor'
Andrew will set all Massachusetts to dig
him out.' -
07"Trofound silence in a pubiio assem
blage has been thus neatly described:
'One might have heard the stealing of i
pocket handkerchief.
Graceful Compliment to A Wirs. 2
The following neat and beautiful reply was
made by the late Daniel O'Connell, in re
sponse to a toast given in compliment to
bis wife, who was the object of hie long and
affectionate attachment. It was given at 4
political meeting. ' The English language:
conld furnish nothing more tonehiogly
graceful and tender: '
"There are some topics of so sacred end
sweet a nature, that they may be compre
hended by those who are happy, but they
cannot b possibly described by any human!
being. All that I shall do is to: thank yoni
in the name of her who was the disinterest
ed choice of my early youtbf who wan tha?
ever cheerful companion of ray manly
veaas; and who is the sweetest solaoe of
that "sear and yellow leaf" age at which!
T hava arrived. In her name I thank you;
and this you may readily believe? for ex
perienca, I think, will show to us all that'
mad cannot battre and struggle witn tha
malignant enemies, unless his nest at homo
is warn, and comfortable unless the roner
of human life is commended by a' hand that
he loves."
Whilst crossing a river. It Is no time to
swap horses,' Mr. Lincoln says. It is no
better tune. to swap Secretaries.
The Philadelphia NorthZAmeritati tiji
that It is no reproach to' Mr. Lincoln to'
have been a rail-splitter, or Andrew Jnhn
son to have been a tailor. Tb: winch Prsn-"
tice replies; 'Assuredly not, btit In view
of their histories, it seems deep reproioh to'
them that they ever aspired to be apy.rbrajf
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