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THE NEW ERA.
LITERARY ; DEPARTMENT, EDITED BT MINNIE MARY LEE. THURSDAY, MAY 24, IS6O jive me learn to enjoy myself. That place that does Contain my books, the best companions, is Tomes glorious Court, where hourly I Converse with the old Sages and Philosophers. Fletcher. Written for the New Era. Sanup, the Dacotah. Near a lake o’erdrooped with willows, Iu our lovely Minnesota, His dark eye bent upon the water, Stood a remnant of Dacotah. Round him nods the water liliies, Gently awayed by summer breeze — Now it dances with the warslets, Now’it frolics mid the trees. Thence again in whispered dirges, Whirls the limpid mists of spray Round his form, while o’er his dark brow. Gleaming faintly, deep thoughts play. Near him, stretched in full proportions, Lies his faithful spaniel true; Slakes his thirst from out the fountain, Then turns, his master’s face'to view. Sings the larks his welcome cadence, Flits the thrush from spray to spray; While the bobolink and robins Joyous music wake the day. But not the breezes or the liliies, Not the birds with gladsome lay, Can joy awaken in his bosom, For other thoughts his mind doth sway Back to brighter days they’ve wandered, When of yore he roamed these woods, Or stood with giant arms uplifted, Seeming master of the floods — When his birch-bark boat was skimming Ligl t’y o’er the selving wave, And his proud heart know no sorrow As his oars the waters lave, And he listened to their music. As it echoed from the shore, Nor dreamed that in the distant future They should know such sounds no more Then he hied him through the woodland. Up the grey cliff lightly sprung, Reached his wigwam down in safety, And his trophies near it flung. Then bowing low his tall proportions, For he longs no more to room, Greets the squaw, who many long year Welcomed Sanup to his home. There, with busy hand, she wrought him, From the wild deer’s sable hide, Clothes to deck his manly figure, Ornamen.s and tussles wide. Drsarn not, Shemocoman, that Senup Knew no joy norjound content, That her warm kiss, on hia forehead, To his heart no love thrill sent. Dream not that feelings, such as kindlo In tho white mans breast so oft, Ne’er in Indian hearts find lodgement; NeVr iheir proud thoughts boar aloft, ■But now, as standing by that lakelet, O’er his brow, his figure bent, Sorrow round him threw her mantle, To liis heart deep sadness sent. Hark/ what sound disturbs his musing*. Loud it echoes ou the air, And the rocks and hills re echoing , J3ids jt welcome everywhere. 1.0 / a farm of stately beauty, Flouting swan-like on the wave, Greets his site; while tinny ripples Rush its foam-clad breast to lave What, O spirit of the red man, Gan this floating something bo 1 Answer comes but from its whistle, Shouts to Sanup, “ look and see ! ” Ah ! poor Indian, why so sadly View’st thou this monarch form. Does it to thy heart betoken, Reinforced, the bursting storm ? Ou it gl des to yonder village, Decked with cottages of white, Works of art thero vie with nature. All, the white man’s proud delight But tc our hero they’ve no beauty, Architectuaal skill no grace, Nature but to him seems lovely, And her hand, in all he’d trace. Sadness o’er his heart is stealing; Changed are all things, since he last Gazed upon their virgin beauty; Now to him that beauty’s past. See him turn with trembling footsteps, For his heart can bear no more; Something pearly from his eyelids Drops upon the pebbly shore. Yes, weep / thou red man of the forest, Deeper wrongs but few have seen, "Those who should have been thy teachers, Treacherous to thy race have been. But we trust the God who gave the Hues slight verging from our own, To His fold thy race will gather, fii I thee welcome to His home. Lillie. Fair Havtn t Minnesota, A man asked another : “Which is iho heaviest, a quart of gin or a quart of water ?” “ Gin, most assuredly ; for I saw a man who weighs two hundred pounds staggering under a quart of gin, wheu he would have a earned a gallon of water with ease. ” - liamm , m 1 ■! Edited by W H WOOD and Motto— “ Freedom is the only safeguard of Government, and Order and Moderation are necesarv to Freedom.”— Milton. MINNIE MARY LEE. YOL. 1- —NO. 20. Corespondent of the New Era. Letter from George Copway, the Indian Chief. New York City. Big Canoes. Salt Water. The Mistake Delaware River. The Cars.—Their War whoop. The Tombstone-faced Yankee. Narrowsburg, N. Y. April 18, 1860. “The dead alone, in such a a night, have rest.” Minnie; —The winds are howling, and the wheels of the cars are rattling, and the tick, tick ticking of the tele graph, which talks by thunder , even gets so monotonous that “I take my pen in hand” to write a few, though discon nected, yet chain-like thoughts of mine, by the banks of the waters of the Dele ware River, where once my cousins, the Delewares lived in all their primitive glory. lam here at the far east end of •‘Uncle Samuel’s farm,” that part which is fenced in. And, I am one fo the race so much abused, and about whom you write in your “No. 13.” You may rightly wonder if I am an Ojihwa or a Sioux.” And yon may say I am a Delaware or their cousins.— Tako either. I will not care, but as long as I ain connected with the Locomotive, which sends its “war-whoop” along the gliding waters of the Delaware, 1 am content. I see you have a good time of it in the land of Maple Sugar. O ! how my poor lips do feel their buckets of water, when I think of the “sugar camp,” and all its routine of sweet gatherings. 1 almost hear the brass kettles simmering, of congealed tears of spring in the form of sugar. And, as much as Ido envy you in your gonnandization of sugar or maple molasses, you cannot realize my buckwheat cakes. Yes, Yankee cakes* —now what say you? You may have cranberries, but they arc sour—as a Dutchman’s krout. You may have wild deer, but they are poor and weak: yes, when I was a hunter at the head of Otter Tail River, I saw them so poor that they had to lean against a tree to feed on the moss. You may have abundance of wild chickens, but they cannot crow at 3 o’clock in the morning. You may have all the rushing noise of the waters of Sauk Rapids; but that is compara tively a 6a6i/-whisper to the great rage of “the great sea-water.” Oh ! by the way, let me expose my ignorance to you (but don’t for your life reveal it to any one else.) When I first came to the east to the great city of New York, I went to the Battery every day, and, while looking at the great big canoes of the pale-face which whitened the hay, my breakfast remind ed me of ihe ham and eggs I had snug ly laid away that morning; and the tide was at itsheigth; the water of the New York bay was comparatively still I put my hands just at the edge of the pier to take a glorious drink, it was noon, and I was thirsty as a pow der horn. I took a great mouth-full and a swallow of the brine ! ! O, Moses ! I spewed out the other mouth full and jumped up on my feet as quick as a flash, looked around to see if any one had seen me; and though no one saw me, yet I felt as sheep- ish as a voting man would when he pops the question to some Miss of ‘sweet sixteen.’ 1 was so mortified. I had to run home and get the pale-facc Medicine Man to imp-you-lalc the Ingin part of the brain, which gave me the staggers —not the “blind staggers,” for that belongs to other animals besides man, —and now I ain all over it, and no danger. You will see there are other people besides “the Thompsons” who do make most eqregious mistakes during life, and this ought to reconcile us to our own misfortunes. I said something about the winds; and, yes, the winds have been blowing steadily as a clock to-day, It is the sweet breath of the south. I see the ripples on the water, and they dance like faries by moon-light. The birds are here, they have around us sung the dying day to rest; and the stars one by one appear, O ! what a lovely world ! —the reflection of the stars on the waters of the Delaware; wild gran deur of the surrounding country, and leafy hills all around us. SAUK RAPIDS, MIN., THURSDAY,, MAY 24, 1860. I have been talking to a stranger by lightning, and this will account to you why I am so flashy and flighty in my letter. You must excuse inc in thus writing to you, a perjecl stranger. The rattling of the car wheels does disturb one’s nerves as well as ideas for the moment. It all but upsets me when the big engin comes pawing the ground, and and all at once “ how hou-how ! ” —its war-whoop— echoes on each side of this beautiful river— and, bad enough during the day, but more so in the dark night, when it comes with its one eye shut and the oth er open, glaring and clear !—“wheeze, wheeze,” it sounds, and then stops.— O ! give me a wiid mustang before I can ride on such a glistening steed. O ! give me the brother of Nehuchadnez-ir, who fed on the plains on grass, instead of this one that eats pine wood, and hickory without the nuts, and swills down this river half dry in the summer. Here is one of them coming—a long train of cars! Men running, horses astir, dogs barking, as it sweeps around that curve of the river, and, like the buffalo on the plains, raises dust into a whirlwind. Out jumps a nervous man; then another whose Dutch eyes aud la ger beer moon-face —quite the color of mine, ( which is a standing color ) all over. Here is quite a stir, for this is a station where the empty corners in the inner man is filled; and how amusing it iv to sec who can eat the most in the shortest space of time. Ihe tombstone faced Yankee, sharp and narrow, makes a great flourish with his knife and fork, and arises deliberately, chewing as he jumps back into the cars, and swallow after the car is ofF again. I thought to myself: no wonder there are so many dyspeptic, lop-jawed, Shanghai-looking men now-a-days. Men are too much in a hurry. They, in this age of steam and telegraph, measure their time; and never have time for recreation and rest. They have in the end no time for any thing, and hardly have lime to die. Now, “one word more,” as the frothy orator says, about this place. This is a fine station called Narrowsburg, on the Erie Railroad. The town is well situated on the east hank of the river; the Depot just newly painted, cream colored; one good hotel, kept by Mr. Russell, who gives the directions to New Yorkers where to go to fish for the speckled trout, as they ure caught here iu abundance. There is a widening of ihe river here, and tho trade is carried on in lumber; much of it is now <ioing down to market. There is also a bridge which has but one arch from side to side at tho nar rows, being over two hundred fe t in width; a Union Church, up on an ele vation, just in the rear of the depot, where the pale faces go up and worship the Great Wah-kon. I will write sometimes for your pa per, when the “great spirit” moves me. Never for once enquire about me. So lung as your good womanly curiosity is kept in bounds, I will write now and then. In the country where you now live I have hunted the deer Yours, Respectfully, G. c. Written for the New Era Coquetry- What is a Coquette ? Is it not one who engages the affections of the oppo site sex and not their own ; and once gained casts them away like chaff before the wind? Who would want such a man for a husband, or such a woman fora wife? “A male coquette !” I hear some one saying. Yes, there arc thousands of them; and they are not mere coquettes, but are conceited cox-combs. They imagine there is not a woman in exist ence they cannot win for a wife; how ever rich, educates or refined she may be. Is such a man calculated to make a woman happy ? By no means. Avoid him as you would a brand of fire. If he be ever so prepossessing in appearance, avoid the male coquette. Never throw your heart away on such a worthless bauble because he has a few thousand dollars in this world’s goods. No mat ter how rich he is; there is more weakh in one loving heait than yon can pur chase with gold. If you do not avoid such, when they have gained your heart and your confidence, they will avoid you, most surely. They are more pleased to make a conquest than to marry the best woman living. If you value your happiness in this world, never marry a coquette because he has a few thousand dollars in his pocket. Better marry a poor man with a heart, and live a la “ love in a cot tage.” Nora Gret. Sauk Rapids, May 10. ’6O. &clct c c to THE UNLUCKY PRESENT. A TALE. A Lanarkshire minister, who died within the present century, was one of those unhappy persons, who, to use the words of a well-known Scottish adage, ‘can never see green cheese but their een n el*.’ He wis txter mhj covitnis , and that not only of nice articles of food, hut of many oth r things which do not generally excite the cupidity of the hu man heart. fhe following story is in corroboration of this assertion. Being on a visit one day at the house of one °f his parishioners, a poor lonely widow, living in a tnooiland part of the P ilr Lh, he became fascinated by the charms of a little cast-iron pot, which happened at ihe time to be laying on the hearth, full of potatoes for the poor wo man’s dinner, and that of her children. He had never in his life seen such n nice little pot —it was a perfect conceit of a thing—it was a gem—no pot on earth could match—it in symmetry —it was an object altogether perfectly love *y- “ Dear sake ! minister,” said the widow, quite overpowered by the rever end man’s commendations of her pot, “ il ye like the pot seae wee! as a” that I beg ye’ll let me sen 1 it to the manse. It’s a kink o’ orra [supeflunus] pot wi’u*; for we’ve n bigger atfe, that we use for ordinar, and that’s inuir conven ient every way for us. Sae ye’ll just take a present o’4 I’ll send it o’er the morn wi, Jamie, when he gangs to the schule.” “ Oil !” said the minister, “ l can by no means permit you to he at so much trouble. Since you are so good as to give me the pot, I'll just carry it home with me in my hand. I’m so much ta ken with it, indeed, that I would really prefer carrying it myself” After much altercation between the minister and the widow on this delicate point of politeness, it was agreed that lie should carry home the pot himself. OtF, then, he truged, hearing this cur ious little culinary article, alternately in his hand and under his arm, as seem ed most convenient to him. Unfortuna tely, the day was warm, the way long, and the minister, laf, so that he became heartily tired of his burden before he got half-way home. Under these dis tressing circumstances, it struck him that, if instead of carrying the pot awk wardly at one side of his person, he were to carry it on his head, the bur den would be greatly lightened ; the principals of natural philosophy, which he dad learned at college, informing him that when a load presses directly and immediatly upon any object, it is far less onerous than when it hangs at the remote and of a leverr According ly, doffing his hat which he resolved to carry home in his hand, and having ap plied his handkerchief to his br w, lie clspped the pot inverted fashion upon his head, where as the reader may sup pose, it figured much like Mambrino’s lielment upon the crazed capital of Don Quixote, only a great deal more magni ficent in shape and dimensions There was at first much relief and much com fort in this new made of carrying the pot ; but make the result. The unfor tunate minister having taken a bypath to escape observation, found himself, when still a good way from home, un der the necessity of leaping over a ditch which intercepted him in passing from one field to another. He jumped ; but surely'no jump was ever taken so com pletely »’*, or at least into, tho dark as this. The concussion given to his per sons in c’escending, caused the helment to become a hood ; the pot slipped down over his face, and resting with the rim upon his neck, stuck fast there, enclosing his whole head completely. What was worst of all, the nose, which had permitted the pot to slip down over it, withstood every desperate attempt, on the wart of its proprietor, to make it slip back again ; the contracted part, or neck, of the patera, being of such a peculiar formation as to cling fast to the base of the nose, although it had found no difficulty in gliding along its hypotenuse. Was ever minister in a worse plight ? Was there ever com- Iretemps so unlucky ? Did ever any man—-did ever any mlniater, so sffocttt- ONE DOLLAR A YEAR. ally hoodwink himself, or so thoroughly shut his eyes to the plain light ol na ture ? What was to be done ? The place was lonely ; the way ditiicult and dangerous ; human relief was remote, almost beyond reach It was impossi ble even to civ for help ; or if a cry could be uttered, it might reach in dea feniug reverberation the ear of the ut terer, but it would not travel inches further in any direction. To add to the bistress of the case, the unhnppy suffer er soon found great difficulty in breath ing. What with the heat occasioned by the beating of the sun on the metal, and what with the frequent return of the same heated air to his lungs, he was in the utmost danger of sulf c ition Everything considered, it seemed likely that, it'he did not chance to he relieved by some accidental wayfarer, there would soon be death in th' p>t. Tiie instinctive love of life, however, is omniprevalent ; and even very stup pid people have been touud, when put to the push by strong and imminent per il, to exhibit a degree of presence of mind and exert a degree of energy, fat above what might have hern expected from them, or what they were ever known to exhibit or extraordinary cireum-tances. So it was with the p>l ensconced tnmi-ler. Pressed by the urgency of his distresses, lie fortuna tely recollected that there was a smith’s shup at the distance of ab ut a mile across the fields, where, if he could reacli it before the period of suffocation he migiit possibly find relief Deprived of his eyesight he acted only as a man of feeling, and went on as t o itiou<ly a he could, with his bat in his hand flair crawling, half sliding over ridgs and furrow, ditch and hedge, somewhat like Satan floundei ing over chaos, the unhappy mini.-ter traveled a- tu a!y as he could guess, in the direction of the p'ace o'* refuge. I h ave it to the reader to conceive the surprise, the mirth, the infinite amusement of the smith and all the hanger?- >n of the sm!d dy, when at I* right, torn and worn, faint and exhausted, blind and breathless, toe unfortunate man arrived at th<* place, and let them know, rather by signs than by words, the circumstances of liis case. !n the words of an old Scottish song : “ Out cam the gudeunn, unit high lie shouted, Out cam the guide wife and low sho louied. And a’ the town neighbours w-pre gathered about it And -.hire w-a« lie. I trow.” The merrii nt of the campany, how ever, soon gave way to considerations of humanity Ludicrous as was th<- minister, with suck an object where his head should have been, and with the feet of the pot pointing upwards, like the horns of the Great Enemy, it was nev ertheless, necessary that he should he speedily restored to his ordin try condi tion, it it were for no other rcuson than that he might continue to live. lie was accordingly, at his own request, led into the smithy, multitudes flocking around to tender him their kindest offices, or to witness the process of release ; and having laid down his head upon the an vil, tne smith lost no time in seizing and jioising his goodly forehammer. “ Will I come sair on minister ?” ex claimed the considerate man of iron, in at the brink of the pot. “ Assair as ye like,” was the minis ter’s answer ; ‘‘ better a chap i’ the chaffs than die for want of breath.” Thus pennittted, the man let fall a blow, which fortunately broke the pot in pieces, without hurting the head which it enclosed, as the coukmaid breaks the shell of the lobster, without brusing the food within. A few minutes of the clear air, and a glass from the gudewife’s bottle, restored the unfortunate man of prayer; hut, assuredly, the incident is one which will long live in the memory of the parishioners of C . Diving for a Wife In many ol the Greek island-;, the div ing for sponge forms a considerable part of the occupation of the inhabitants, as it has done from the most remote antiq uity. Hasaclquist says:—“ Hitnia is a little, and almost unknown island direc tly opposite Rnodes. It is worth notice, on account of the singular method the Greeks, inhabitants of the inland, have to get their living. In the bottom of the sea the common sponge is .found in abundance and, more than in any other place, in the Mediterranean. The in habitants make it a trade to fisb up this sponge, by which they get a living far from contemptible, as their goods are always wanted by the Turks, who use an inereadible number of sponges at their bathings and washings. A gul in this island is not permitted by her re la tians to marry before she has brought up a certain quantity of sponges, and before she can give proof of her agility by taking them form a certatn depth.” In other islands the same custom pre vails, but with reversed application, as in Nicarus, where the father of a mar aiageable daughter bestows her on the best diver among her suitors: “He that can stay longest in the water, and gather the most sponges, marries the THE NEW ERA Printing Establishment, Second Story-, NEW ERA BUILDING, SAUK RATIOS, We have a !ar»» of new »nd Type, Border, Cut*, Etc., * hi«h enables u* 10 turn out wai of ihe best job work in the State, and at low pi ires. Rul Him, Posters, Bi asks, Cards, Biles, Circulars, Ixtitatioxs, Labels, Etc. And ereiy other <ic,c i| ti at of printing creep "aokwotk, done neatly and promptly at this office. Bi. vsxaof every dear, iptiou printer to order. BEAUTIFUL HANDS. Readers, when you see a pair of small, white, soft and exquisitely shap ed hands vv ith fingers that taper down delicately, and a roseate blush on the finger-mails, do not go inti ecstacies ut til you ask yourself these questions : “ Are they charitable hands ? Have they ever fed the pjor ? Have they ever carried the necessiti *s of life to the widow and the orphan ? Has their soft touch ever soothed the irritation of sickness, and calmed the agonies of pain ? Do the poor bless those rosy lipped fingers as their wants aro suppli by them ? "Arc they ttsful hands? Have they been tail :' t that the worldfis not a play-ground, or a theater of display, >i a more lounging place ? Di those del’cate hands ever labour ? Are they ever employed about the domestic dut’es of life —the homely, ordinary employ ments of the household ? Or does tha owner leave a I that to her mother, wlii’e she nourishes her delic-Ve hand* in idleness ? “ Are they modest hands ? Will they perform their charities or their duties without vanity ? Or do they pander t i tlie pride of their owner by th.-ir del delicacv and beauty ? Dors she think more of their display than ot the im provement ot her intellect and charac ter ? Had she ta'hor he called ‘the girl with the beautiful hands, than to receive any other praise for excellency of conduct or chaiuctcr ? “ Are they humble hands ? \S ill their owner extend them Jo grusp the hard hand of that old schoolfellow who set Etihe same de.-k with her, and on the same recitation bench, hot who now must earn her living by her labor ? Or will they remain concealed in their ex clu iveness, in her aristocratic muff, as she sweps by her former companion ? “ Are they rilizons hat.ds ? Are they ever clasped in prayer or elevated in praise ? Dose she remember the God who has made Iter to differ from so many of her sex, and rii vote her mind, her heait, and hands, to His service? Dose she trv to imitate her Savior by going about doing good ? Or are her hands too delicate, too beautiful, to be employed in such good works ? “ These aro the qualities, in our esti mation, that makes the hands beautiful There is an amaranthine loveliness in such hands, far superior to tho taper ing slendenioss of the fingers or the roseate hue of her nails. UNBRIDLED TONGUES Our sex are too apt to speak first and think nfterwarks ; or, in other words, many of us often say things hastily and repent after the mischief is done. In deed, we have frequently met with wo men who seem to take particular pleas ure in what they call “speaking their minds.” And in nine cases out often, such persons have “no minds, at all. They are habitually governed by head strong, if not absolutely headlong, im pulses, whether from feelings of friend ship, or animosity, and when nt the height of excitement, they must give in stant vent to their feelings, Many u heart has been wrongfully pierced by this ‘speaking one’s mind,’ and many a rash speaking woman has damaged her own reputation at the same time. Steelo sa\s, “ person? of this make will say a rude thing, for the mere pleasure of saving it when an opposite behavor, full of inocence m glit have preserved their friend, or made their fortune.” Invet erate lathers should read this article ov er again. ° What’s that u picture on ?” said a countryman, in our hearing, the other day, in u printstoie, to the proprietor, who wns turning over some engravings. '‘That, sir,” said the dealer, “is Joshua commanding the sun to stand still.” “ Dul tell ! Wall, which is Josh and which is his son ?” There is a fellow who is such an in veterate miser, nnd so averse to any avoidable expenditure, that ho absolu tely refused the invitation of a friend to spend the Christmas with him ; adding, that he would prefen ” keeping” it et home. A girl pitting in a fellow’s lap with her arms around his neck, and looking at the fireworks, on the evening of the fourth of July, asked him if sho was not heavy. He replied : “My yoko is easy." and my durden is light.” A few years ago, the ladies wore a kind of hood called " kiss-rae-if-you* dare.” The present style of bonnet might be called, whth equal propriety, “ kiss-me-if-ynu-want-to.” " Dawkter,” said an exquisite, the other day, “ I want you to tell me what 1 can put into my head to make it right, “It wants nothing but brains,' said the physician. Curiosities— a key tliat has been ex tensively employ.*** in unlocking myster iee ; oue of the old shoe* worn by thw d<tnrWep«r <rf*ha Tbmple ot Fam*: