Vol XXXVII. —Whole I\'o. 1901.
IT SNOWS.
BV .MR3. S. J. lIALK.
'il snows,* cries the si hoflboy, ' Hurrah ;' ami his shout
1- ringing through parlor anil hall,
V. bile, swifi as the ivings of the swallow, he's out.
And his playmates have answered his call:
ti makes the lit arl loap hut to witness their joy
i'roud wealth has no pleasure, I trow,
l ike the rapture that throbs in the breast of the boy,
As he gathers his treasure of snow :
Then lay not the trappings of gold on thine heirs.
While health and the riches of Nature are theirs
' It snows" cries the imbecile,' Ah." and his breath,
Comes heavy as clogged vv ttU a weight;
While from the pale aspect of Nature in death,
He turns to the hla/.e of his grate ;
And nearer, and nearer, his soft-cushioned chair
Is wheeled toward the life-glowing tlame ;
He dreads a chill puff of the snow burdened air,
Lest il w iliier his delicate frame.
O' small is the pleasure existence can give.
VViieti the fear vve shall die only proves that we live.
•It snows cries the traveller. *Ho :* and the word
Has quickened the steed's lagging pace ;
The wind rushes by, but its howl is unheal J -
Unfelt the sharp drift in his face.
For bright through the tempest, his own home appears,
Although leagaes intervene, lie can see!
There's the red glowing hearth, and the table prepared,
And his wife with her babe at her knee ;
files! thought : h >w it lightens the grief-laden hour,
t hat Ihose we love dearest are safe from its power.
' It snows!' cries the belle,' dear, how lucky " and turns
From her mirror, to watch the Hikes fall ;
Like the first rose in summer her dimpled cheek burns,
While musing on sleigh ride and ball -
There are visions of conquests, of splendor and mirth,
Floating over drear winter's dark day ;
Hut the tidings of Hope,on the storm-beaten earth,
Will melt like the snow-flakes away —
Turn, turn thee to Heaven, fair maiden, for bliss—
t hai world has a pure fount ne'er opened in this.
'll snows cries the widow, 'Oh tlod!' and she signs,
How stifled lite voice of her prayer,
Its burden ye'll read in her tear-swollen eyes,
Or Iter cheek, sunk with fasting and care ;
'Tis night—and her fatherless ask her for bread
But • He gives lite young ravens their food."
And she trusts, til! her daik hearth adds horror to dread,
As she lays on her last chip of wood,
poor sufferer : thy sorrow lliy Hod only knows —
" Vis a most hitter lot to be poor when it snows
21 Srlrrt Sale.
SWEAR IN (i 0V F .
BY T. S. ARTHUR,
P.dtlor of the Home (Jazelte, and Author of many Popu
lar Moral Tales
Concluded.
Time wore on, and John Barclay, be
sides continuing perfectly sober, gave con
stant attention to business. So complete
a change in hitn gave confidence to the
parents and friends of Helen Weston, who
made no opposition to his wish for an
early marriage. It was fixed to take
place on the evening of the very day upon
which his temporary pledge was to expire.
To the expiration of this pledge, Bar
day had never ceased, from the moment
it was taken, to look forward with a lively
interest. Not that lie felt a desire to
drink. But he suffered himself to be
worried with the idea that he was no
longer a free man. The nearer the day
came that was to terminate the period for
which he had bound himself to abstinence,
the more did his rnind dwell upon it, and
the more did he desire its approach. It
was, likewise, to be his wedding-day, and
for that reason, also, did he look eagerly
forward. Outfit is doubtful whether the
consummation of his marriage, or the ex
piration of his pledge, occupied most of
his thoughts.
The day so long looked for came at
last. The day that was to make Barclay
a lice man, anil happy in the possession of
one of the sweetest girls for a wife, he
had ever seen.
•1 shall not see vou again, until to-night,
John,' his sister said to him, as he was
about leaving the house, after dinner, lay
ing her hand as she spoke upon his arm,
and looking into his fare with a quiet
smile resting upon her own lovely features.
spend the afternoon with her.'
• Very well, sis.'
♦Of "course we shall see you pretty
carlv."—an arch smile playing about her
lips as she made the remark.
• O ves, 1 shall be there in time,' was
the brother's smiling reply, as he kissed the
cheek ol Alice, and then turned away and
left the house. He first proceeded to his
store, where he went through, hurriedly,
some business lliat required his attention,
ocenpv ing something like an hour. Then
be went out, and walked rapidly up one
of the principal streets of the city, and
down another, as il on some urgent er
rand Without stopping anywhere, he
had nearly returned to hi-> own store,
when he was stopped bv a fuend, who
accosted him with —
• Hallo, John! Where are yon going in
such a hurry
• fain on my way to the store.'
*Any lite ami death in the ease."
< >; {> "' —Only I'm to be married to-night,
as you are aware; and, consequently, am
hardly able to tell whether 1 am on my
head or hot Is.'
• True enough! And besides, you are a
In i. man to-day. are you not?
♦Yes. Watson, thank Heaven! that
trammel will be ofl in halt an hour.'
• You inu-t he fond of trammels, John,
seeing thai vou are going to put another on
so soon aiier getting rid of this—' the
friend said, laughing heartily at his jest.
''l hat will be a lighter, and far pleasant
,-r bondage I trust, \\ atson, than the one
from which I ant about escaping. It will
be an eav;. yoke compared tu the galling
iPAwf-ifiS® A<sa> jfsnßnffissna© ws ®s®is®a iramisK&ißJßs wamuss mmnnzs &&,
; one under which 1 have toiled for the last
six months. Still, Ido not regret having
bound myself as 1 did. It was necessary
to give inc that self-control which 1 hall
well-nigh lost. .Now 1 shall he able to
act like a rational man, and be temperate
from principle, and not from a mere ex
ternal restraint that made me little better
than a machine.'
' Your time will be up, you sav, in half
an hour?'
j 'Aes—' looking at his watch—'in ten
minutes. It is later than 1 thought.'
'Come, then, let us go over to R's—it
is full ten minutes' walk from here—and
; let us take a drink to freedom and prin
ciple.*
' I am ready to join you, of course,'
was Barclay's prompt reply, as he drew
his arm within that of his friend, and the
! two turned their steps towards the drinking
establishment that had been named bv the
latter.
'A room, a bottle of sherry, and some
cigars,' said Watson, as they entered the
drinking-house. and went up to the bar.
In a few minutes after they were alone,
with wine and glasses before them.
•Here's to freedom and principle!* said
\\ atson, lilting his glass, after having fil
led hi s own and Barclay's.
' And here's to the same high moral attri
butes which should ever fie man's dis
tinguishing characteristics,' responded Bar
clay, lifting his own glass, and touching
wiili the brim of that held in the hand of
his friend. Both then emptied their glass
es at a draught.
' lieally that is delicious !' Barclay said,
smacking his lips, as the rich flavor of the
wine lingered on his palate with a sen
| sation of exquisite delight.
'lt's a pretty fair article,' was the in
different reply of Watson—' though 1 have
tasted better in my time. Long abstinence
has made its flavor peculiarly pleusairt.
Here, let me till your glass again."
W itliout hesitating, Barclay presented
his glass, which was again tilled to the
brim. In the next moment it was empty.
So eager was he in getting ii to his lips,
( that he even spilled a portion of the wine
!in lifting it hurriedy. Suddenly his old,
; and as lie had thought, extinguished desires,
came back upon him, roused into vigorous
activity, like a giant awakening fresh bv a
long repose. So keen was his appetite
lor wine, and stimulating drinks, thus sud
denly restored, that he could no more have
withstood its influence than he could have
, borne up against the current of a mighty
river.
'llelp yourself,' said his friend, ere
another minute had elapsed, as Barclay
took up the bottle to till his glass tor the
third time. 4 Long-abstinence has no
doubt made you keen.'
'lt certainly has, or else this is the
finest article of wine that has ever passed
my lips.'
'lt is not the best quality by a good
deal; still it is pretty fail. But won't you
try a mint-julep or punch, byway of va
riety V
'No objections,' was the brief response.
' Which will you choose
' I 11 take a julep.'
I wo juleps,' said \\ atson to the waiter
who entered immediately afterwards.
J he juleps were soon ready, each fur
nished with a long straw,
i ' Delicious !' was Barclay's low and de
lighted ejaculation, as he bent to the table,
and " imbibed" through the straw a
portion of the liquid.
'Our friend I{. understands ins business,'
was Watson's brief reply.
A silence of some moments ensued,
during which a painful consciousness of
danger rushed through the mind of Bar
clay. But with an ell'ort hr dismissed it.
lie did not intend to drink beyond the
bounds ot moderation, and wh\ should he
permit his mind to be disturbed bv idle
fears '
* It is time brother was here,' Alice said
to Helen Weston, as die two maidens sat
alone, near a window in Helen's chamber,
the evening twilight falling gently and
with a soothing influence,
j 'Ves ! J expected him earlier,' was the
reply, in a low tone, while Helen's bosom
heaved with a new, and exquisitely plea
surable emotion. • What can keep" liini V
'He is lingering at his toilet, perhaps,'
Alice said, with a smile,
i All was silent again for manv minutes,
eaeli gentle and innocent heart, busy with
images of delight.
'its strange that he does not come,
Alice, or sister, as 1 must call vou,' Helen
remarked in a graver tone, as the shadow v
twilight deepened until everything wore "a
veil of indistinctness.
'There! That must lie him!' Hark!
That is certainly his voice! \ e,—And
he is coining right up to votir room, as I
live, as boldly as if tfie house belonged to
him.'
While Alice was yet speaking, the door
of the chamber in which the) sat, was
swung upon with a rude hand, and her
brother entered, llis lace was liusiied,
and 11is whole person in disorder.
'Why, brother! what has kept
but the sister could utter no more. Her
tongue was paralized, and she stood,
statue-like, gazing upon him with a look
of horror, lit wan into a. irated ! It was
his weddiug-night, a portion of the com- (
l'laOV\ Y EVE.YI.\, 23, 1852.
! pany below, and the gentle, and affection
ate maiden who was to become his bride,
alj attired and waiting and he came in
toxicated ! Poor Helen's bewildered sen
, ses could not at first fully comprehend the
scene. W lien she did realize the terrible
truth, the shock was more than she could
bear.
Over the whole srne of pain, disorder,
and confusion, that transpired on that
evening we must draw a veil. Any read
er ol even ordinary imagination can real
ize enough of the intence distress which
it must have brought to many hearts, with
out the aitl of distinct pictures. And
those who cannot realize it will be spared
the pain ol its contemplation.
One week from that night, at about nine
o'clock in the evening, as old Mr. Gray
was passing along one of the principal
streets of the city where the occurrences
\\ e are relating took place, a young man
staggered against him, anil then fell at full
length upon the pavement, from whence
he rolled into the gutter, swollen by a
smart shower that had just fallen,, 'l oo
drunk to help himself, he must have been
drowned even in that insignificant stream,
had there not been help at hand.
.Mr. Grav came at once to his relief,
and assisted him to rise and get upon the
pavement. But now lie was unable to
stand, hither hurt by the fall or unner
ved by the liquor he had taken, he was
no longer able to keep his feet. While
Mr. Gray stood holding him up, unde
termined how to act, another voting man,
lint so drunk as the one he had in charge,
came whooping along like an Indian.
•Hallo! Is this you. John, holding up
old Mr. Gray —or is it old Mr. Gray
holding you up? hiccup. 1 Blast me! if
1 can ti 11 which of you are drunk, or
which sober. Let me see ? hic-hie-cup.
\\ as it tlie \\ bale swallowed Jonah, or
Jonah the Whale ? is it old .Mr. Grav—
hie-eup—that is drunk, or John Barclay !'
'John Barclay !' ejaculated the old man,
in a tone of surprise and grief. 'Surely
this wretched young man is not John
Barclay !'
•It he is not John Barelay, then I am
not—hic-ctij)—not Tom Watson, lie's a
bird, though ! uint he, old gentleman ?
—fiie-cup—Look here, I'll give you five
dollars, —liic-cup—if you'll slop these, —
hie—these coniouuded hic-hic-hic-cups—
There now—There's a chance for vou!
—hie—blast 'em ! He swore oil for fix
months, ha! lia ! ha! Ami it's just,—hie
—just a week to-night since the six mouths
were up. Hurrah lor freedom and prin
ciple ! llur—hie—hurrah !'
• Thomas Watson ! '
•lion t you come your preaching touch
over me, mister, if you please. I'm free
i'oni Watson
—l'm a regular team —whoop ! John,
there, you see, would drink to freedom
and principle,—liic-cup—on the—hie—
day las pledge was up. But the old fel
low was-—hie—too strong —liic-cup—for
him. He's been daink as a fool ever
since—liic-cup !'
Just at that moment a cab came bv
which was stopped by the old mail.
uung Barclay was gotten mlo i: and
driven to .Mr. (Cray's dwelling. When
brought to lite light he presented a sail
spectacle, indeed. His lace was swollen,
and every feature distorted. Ilis coat was
torn, and all his clothing were wet and
covered with uiud. Too far gone to be
able to help himself, Mr. Gray had him
removed to a chamber, his wet garments
taken off and replaced by dry under-cloth
ing. Then lie was put into a bed and left
for the night.
When morning broke, Barclay was
perfectly bewildered. The room in which
lie found himself, and the furniture, were
all strange, lie got up ; and looked from
the v\ mdow ; the houses opposite were
unfamiliar.
4 Where am I ■ \\ hat id the meaning
of all this ?' he sait!, half-aloud, as he
turned to look for his clothes. But uo
garments of any kind, not even his hat
and hoots were visible.
4 Strange !' he murmured, getting into
bed a train, and clasping his hands tightly
upon his aching and bewildered head, lie
had lain, thus, for some minutes, trying to
collect his scattered senses, when the door
of ilis chamber was opened by a servant,
wiio brought him in a litll suit of his own
clothes ; not, however, those he remember
ed to have worn the day previous.
As soon as the servant had withdrawn,
the young man, who had felt altogether
disinclined to speak to him, hurriedly arose,
and dressed himself. On attempting to
go out, he was surprised, and somewhat
angered, to lind that the door of the room
had been locked.
Kinging the bell with a quick jerk, he
awaited impatiently an answer to his sum
mons, for die space of about a minute,
when he pulled , the cord again with a
stronger hand. ; Inly a lew moments more
eiap d, vh< n the key was turned in the
door, and Mr. Gray entered.
'Mr. Gray! is it possible!' Barclay
ejaculated, as the old man stepped into the
room, and closed the door after him.
4 1 can hardly believe it possible, John,'
his father's friend said, as he turned to
wards him a sad, yet unreproving count
enance.
• But what is the meaning of this, Mr.
Grav : A\ here am J ? Ami how came I
here ?'
•"Sit down, John, and he calm. You
are in my house. Last night I took you
from the gutter, too much intoxicated to
help yourself. Aou would have drowned
there in three inches of water, had not a
friendly hand been near to save vou.'
' Dreadful! ejaculated the voting man,
striking his hand hard against his forehead,
while an expression of shame and ago
nizing remorse passed over his face.
'lt is, indeed, dreadful to think of, un
voting friend !' Mr Gray remarked in a
sympathizing tone. 'How wretched you
must he !'
'A\ retched ? Alas ! sir, you cannot
imagine the horror of this dreadful mo
ment. Snrelv I have been mad for the
past few days ! And enough has occurred
to drive me mad.'
'•So i should think, John. But that is
past now, ami :he future is still yours, and
im bright page still unsullied by a single
act of lolly.'
'But the past! The dreadful past!
1 hat can never be recalled—never be
atoned for, Barclay replied, his counte
nance bearing the strongest expression of
artguish and remorse. 'To think of all I
have lost! To think how cruelly 1 have
mocked the fondest hopes, and crushed
the purest afiections—perhaps broken a
loving heart by my folly. O, sir ! it will
drive me mad!'
As the voting man said this, he arose
to his feet, and commenced pacing the
room to and fro with agitated steps. Now
striking his hands against his forehead,
and now ringing them violently.
Since that aeeursed liour,' he resumed,
alter a lew minutes thus spoilt, 1 when 1
madly tempted myself, under the belief
that 1 had gained the mastery over a de
praved appetite by an abstinence from all
kinds of liquor for six months, 1 have but
a dim recollection of events. 1 do, indeed,
remember, with tolerable distinctness, that
1 went to claim the hand of Helen Wes
ton, according to appointment. Hut from
the moment I entered the house, all is to
me confusion or a dead blank. Tell me,
then, Mr. Uray,'—and the young man's
voice grew calmer—' the effect of my
miserable conduct upon her whom I love
purely and tenderly. Let nte know all,
1 ask no disguise.'
• J he eiuet, John, has been painful,
indeed. Since that dreadful night, she
has remained in a state of partial delirium.
Hut her physician told ine, yesterday, that
all her symptoms had become more lavor
able.N
'And how is her father, and friends ?'
' Deeply incensed, of course, at vour
conduct.'
• And my sister? How is Alice ?'
• Lite keeps iij) with an effort. Hut oh,
how \\ niched and broken-hearted she
looks ! Is it not dreadful, John, to think,
how, by a single act of folly, voti have
lace luted the hearts that loved vou most,
and imposed upon them burdens of anguish,
almost too heavy to he borne ?'
'1? i> dread! I .il ! dreadful ? O, that 1
had died, before 1 became an accursed in-
ointment of <\ il to those I love! But
what can i do, Mr. Gtay, to alone, in some
degree, lor the misery 1 have wrought V ;
4 ou can do much, John, if you will.' j
4 It 1 will, Mr. Gray V
• es, John, if you will.' . ;
• 1 here is nothing that 1 am not ready
to do, Mr. Gray—even the cutting oil of
my right hand, could it he of any avail.'
' ou swore oil, as 1 believe you called
it, for six months, did you not ?'
• \ cs.'
• Had you any desire to drink, during ;
that tunc V
' .N one.'
' ISign a pledge of perpetual total-absti- j
nence, and you are safe from all future
temptations. Time will doubtless heal the
present painful wounds.'
' And make a slave of myself, Mr. !
Gray. Surely 1 ought to have power
enough over myself to abstain from all in
toxicating drinks, without binding mvsclf
down by a written contract.'
• That is true ; but, unfortunately, you
have not that control over yourself. \ our j
only safety, then, iies in the pledge. Take
that, and you throw between yourself and j
danger an insurmountable barrier. You
talk about freedom ; and yet are a slave i
to the most debasing appetite. Get free
from the influence of that eager, insatiable
desire, and you are free, indeed. The
perpetual total-abstinence pledge will be !
your declaration of independence. When
that is taken, you will be free, indeed.
And until it is taken, rest assured, that \
none of your friends will again have con
fidence in you. For their sakes—for your
sister's sake, that peace may once more
be restored to her troubled heart—for the i
sake oi her, from whose lip you dashed
the cup of joy, sign the pledge.'
4 ] will sign it, Mr. Gray. But name
not her whom 1 have so deeply wronged.
1 can never see Helen Weston again.'
' Time heals many a wound, and closes
many a breach, my young friend.'
' li can never be d that wound, nor close
that breach,' was the sad response. 4 But
give me a pen and ink, and some paper,
and let me write a pledge. I believe it is
necessary for me to sign one.'
The materials for writing were brought
as desired, and Barclay wrote and sub
scribed a pledge of perpetual abstinence,
(rotn all that eouid intoxicate.
' That danger is past,' he said, with a
lighter tone, as lie arose from the table at
which he had been writing. ' I can never
pass another such a week as that which
has just elapsed.'
' Now come down and take a good warm
breakfast with me,' Mr. Gray said, in a
cheerful voice.
' Excuse me if you please,' Barclay re
plied. ' 1 cannot meet your family this
morning, after what has occurred. Be
sides, I must see my sister as quickly as
possible, and relieve, as lar as lies in my
power, her suffering heart.'
• Go then, John Barclay," the old man
said. ' 1 will not, for Alice's sake, urge
you to linger a moment.'
It was si ill early when Mr. Barclay en
tered his own home. He found Alice sit
ting in the parlor so pale, haggard and
wretched, that her features hardly seemed
like those of his own sister. She looked
up into his face as he came in with a sad,
doubting expression, while her lips trem
bled. (>ne glance, however, told her heart
that a change had taken place, and she
sprang quickly towards hint.
• Alice, rny own dear sister !' he said, as
her head sank upon his breast. 'The
struggle is over. 1 am free once more,
and free for ever. 1 have just signed a
pledge ef total-abstinence from all that
can intoxicate—a pledge that will remain
perpetually in force.'
' And may our father in heaven help
you to keep it, John,' the maiden mur
mured, in a low, fervent tone.
' 1 will die before it shall be violated,'
was the stern response.
One year from that time, another bridal
party assembled at the residence of .Mr.
W esion. Helen, long since recovered front
the shock she had received, had again
consented to be led to the altar, by John
Barclay, whose life had been, since he
signed the pledge, of the most unexcep
tionable character. Indeed, almost his on
ly fault in former times had been a fond
ness lor drinking, and gay company. Not
much of boisterous mirth characterized the
bridal party, lor none felt like giving way
to an exuberance of feeling—but there
was, notwithstanding few could draw a
veil entirely over the past, a rational con
viction that true and permanent happiness
must, and would crown that marriage
union. And thus far, it has followed it, \
and must continue to follow it, for John
Barclay is a man of high-toned principle,
and would as soon think of committing a 1
highway robbery, as violating his pledge.
THE"GAZETTE!
Renew your Subscriptions
The present and ensuing month closes
the year for a large number of subscribers.
Those who wish to take advantage of the
advance tetms, had better send on their i
money, as A DOLLAR will now pay for a
year—a fact worth remembering.
Gov. Biglcr's Cabinet.
The Pottsvilie Emporium, an old and
influential organ of Democracy in .Schuyl
kill county, notices the appointment of
Mr. Hughes as Secretary of State, as fol- !
lows :
THE New SECRETARY OF STATE. —That 44 self
praise is no recommendation," has been so long
conceded, and is withal a saying so reasonable
in itself considered, as hardly at this day to be !
disputed ; yet the new Secretary of Slate dis
plavs his puffs of himself so frequently and with j
cool assurance, that it leads us to su=>peet he
fancies himself greatly recommended thereby, j
It lias certainly shocked the common sense of I
the Democracy of Schuylkill county, that while
his Excellency", Governor liic.i.tu, has deemed il
proper to select as his legal adviser, and Attor
ney General of the Commonwealth, JAMES
CAMPBELL, Esq., a defeated Democratic candi- '
date for the Supreme Bench, in order to show
his disapprobation ot the disorganization by
which he was defeated, he should on the other
hand appoint as his Chief Clerk, F. W. HUGHES, :
who was himself at the last election, an opeii
and avowed against a portion of
the Democratic ticket in this county, (after hav- j
ing publicly pledged himself in the most solemn
manner to support it entire,) and made use of j
the very means to attain his end by which j
CAMPBELL was defeated, the circulation in almost
every district of pretended Democratic tickets,
with the name of a inserted in place ot
the regular candidates.
In view of this gross inconsistency, to say
nothing of the fraud, it became plainly necessa
ry to contend, and if possible make the public
believe that the new Secretary is a man so ex
traordinary as to constitute an exception to all
general rules, and accordingly we have his own
pronunciamento, in his own peculiarly high
sounding style, proving him to be beyond all
peradventure, a most successiul and popular
man. As regards his great success in the polit
ical field, in view of the result oi the nornina- '
tions and election of last fall, in our own county,
we can only enjoy a quiet smile, which will be
responded to by every Democrat in Schuylkill
county who remembers how effectually lie was
floor: ! on that occasion ; and as to his success
in defeating Democratic candidates, we cheer
fully agree that that sort of work is more conge
nial to his natural Federal predilections than
any other.
But tiie Secretary makes a great display of his
popularity as shown by h.s large vote in Schuyl
kill county when elected to the State Senate in
1843! Miracle Jictu, that when a candidate in
the Senatorial District, composed of the coun
ties of Schuylkill, Carbon, Monroe and Pike,
comprising two rival Coal regions, with no
Whig candidate in the field, but runoing upon
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sectional grounds alone, against another Demo
cratic candidate, who repicsented the interests
of our rival Lehigh region. F. W. Hughes re
ceived a large vote in his own county of Schuyl
, kill! .Vost icontlerfiil. that when the whigs had
tio candidate of their own, both Whigs and
Democrats in Schuylkill county should cast their
votes for the candidate of their own county, in
preference to voting for Mr. Ccolbaugh, of
Monroe, the Black'- F.ddv Outlet-lock, and every
thing that it was supposed would advance too
interests of a rival Coal Region at our expense.
And, let it be remembered, that was the FIRST
and LAST trial of this would-be great man's pop
ularity in Schuylkill county ! A very imperfect
one it must be admitted—but let Governor Biu-
I ER refer his Secretary to the people of the
county for a nomination and flection to any, the
meanest ofiice, in 185"F and lhen hisbonted
larity at home will be more fairly tested !
: We expect to have at least one pronunciamcn
to a week from this great man of the new Cabi
net, during it is continuance in place, for the
. purpose of magnifying his mighty greatness, and
we shall amuse ourself and readers by perforat
ing his balloons as tiiey fly, and permitting the
gas to escape. Governor BIGLLK and the De
mocracy of tiie State may c scovcr by a little
observation, whether the people of the county
will sustain us while thus engaged.
The annual message of Gov. Wood, of
Ohio, stales that the receipts it.to the
treasury m 1 Sol, amounted to §3,000,098,
and the expenditures §2,696,369, leaving
a balance of §312,(390. The State debt
amounts to §15,531,893, besides the School
and Trust funds, amounting to §1,754,332.
The inauguration of Gov. Wood took
place oil the 12tli inst., at Columbus, in the
Hall of the House of Representatives, lit
his inaugural address he expresses himself
in favor of the maintenance of the Com
promise Measures, and says whatever ob
jections there may be to them, the time
lias not yet come for their repeal. They
should have a fair trial. He endorses that
part of President Fillmore's message in
reference to the improvement of rivers
and harbors.
The Locofoco National Committee met
at \\ ashingtou on Friday, and passed a
resolution providing for the holding of the
Locofoco National Convention in the city
of Baltimore on Tuesday, the Ist day of
June next. The call is signed by a largo
number of Locoloeos. Of their factional
positoin the New-York Tribune says:
" Among these gentlemen are Southern ' State
Rights' men and Southern ' Union' men with
Northern Free Soilers—at least men chosen on
the strength of Free Soil professions by Free
Soil Votes—Messrs. Rurtlett of \ ermont, and
Thurston of Rhode Island, being in this catego
ry. (Jen. Commander, though unable to be
present, sent his proxy in favor of the time and
place for holding the Convention which was
adopted. Messrs. Jackson of Georgia, and
Freeman of Mississippi, (whose uaines join in
the list) were elected to Congress on precisely
opposite princinles, but that means little. The
democracy arcf going in for the ' Spoils of
Victory' this time, and 'Southern Rights' or
' Union,' ' Frcesoii' or 1 Slavery Extension,' are
of small account in the general apprehension
when compared with the main chance."
Another Confession.
Robert J. Walker is about returning
home from England, lie has been feasted
in that Island by the nobility, of whom ite
and his party have shown themselves ar
dent and efficient friends. The Liverpool
Journal, speaking of .Mr. Walker's return
to this country, says :
" Mr. Walker will return to his own country,
stamped with the approval of commercial aiid
political England, in his bidding for the great
post of President."
I he nobility ol England have stamped
" with their approval" Robert J. Walker,
who was Secretary of the Treasury under
Mr. Polk, who is a leading member of the
Locofoeo party and is now pressing his
claims to the nomination of Presidency.
Locoioco poltcy strengthens English Capi
talists and weakens American Labor.
English Capitalists know their interests,
and send money here to strengthen the
Loeofoco party and fasten upon the coun
try Locofoco policy. Will the people of
these .States submit to the dictation of
'• commercial and political England If
so, let them vote with the Locofoco parly
in favor of British, and in opposition to
American, interests.— The Independent
ir/iig.
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I an IRISH EXILES. —Gov. Johnston, of
Pennsylvania, has addressed a letter to the
President ot the United States, agreeably
to the request of a recent meeting in Phil
adelphia, soliciting an official appeal from
Washington in behalf of the Irish exiles
in Van Dicman's Land.
How TO Ho rr.— I'he best mode of su
icide for ladies is to wear thin shoes, ami
lace with a bed-wrench and rope; b> tins
means they may kill themselves without
being suspected.
A Philadelphia court has decided that a
landlady lias a right to get rid of ah card
er who does no? pay, bv rpi mkm-c h,s bed
with co\v-itch.