QUEEN OF MAY. With flight* of singing birds went hj The rosy hours of girlhood’s day, When lb my nati* bonn, bf nbfipJo bods and floyrert, i Thsy wo*f a a wwaih to crown tho Qmaeoor aiay. Like alrr sprites the ’ • # v ' They brought to cheer andgM »® W*n oi.Maj. k Thoogh years bare flown and time has strown * JLr raven locks, with flakes of gtay; Tend mem’ry brings the houri of buds and, blOBSom-sqowers, When I was crowned the happy tyxeon of May. r mtilUns THE PRAIRIE SCOUT. BYSVLVASCa COBB, JR. I left Port Snelling on the first day of Au gust, and took my course to the southwest through (he northern part of lews, meaning to strike the Missouri where the great Indian mounds are. I followed the Bfde Earth River two days, a distance of a hundred miles, and after this I traversed a track of uneven bluff. On- the fourth day I entered on a vast prairie, and had. it not been for the sun, 1 should have needed a compass, I ihad a compass, however, having been advised by those who knew, never to travel over these regions without one. I had seen prairie land before, but this was the first lime I bad seen one literally boundless to tbe sight, save by the horizon. My course was now south west, and after stopping a few minutes to naze upon the strange scene, I started on.— My horse was a powerful one,and beseemed to be a very knowing one, 100, for I am eure he stopped twice of his own accord for me to consider whether I was right or not. Hv twelve o’clock, noon, I was to have reached a camp; but noon came, and no camo was in sight. Could I have missed the wav ' 1 looked at the sun, and was sure I was right. While I was thus considering, I noticed a sort of break in the tall grass a short distance to my left, and having reached n. I found it to be the place where there had been a camp. Of course f understood the matter now. The camp I was to have found had boken up, and 1 must guess my way, (or 1 had only been directed to this point, having been left to obtain (he rest of mv information here, But I spen 1 not much time in thought. 1 knew nearly the direction of the mounds, and knowing (hat I must strike me Missouri Somewhere t kept on in the same course un. tu my watch told me it was four o’clock ; and : was on the point of slopping and let ting my horse rest, when my eye deleted a clump of trees a little to my right. I knew i must be one of those oases met with in ihese vast prairies, and at once turned mv horse s head towards it. The noble animal Knew my intent well, for he pricked up his ears and started into a swift gallop. When l reached the oasis, I found it to be a small, rocKv elevation, coniaining some seven or eigtv. acres, tfnd thickly wooded, and, what was more pleasing still, 1 saw a curl of smbke above the trees 1 soon found a beaten path, and having sione a few rods, I came to a srnal log hui, at the door of which sal an old man smoking a pine lie bade me wel come in me warmest terms, and asked me to dismount and sion wnh nun. He showed me wnere I could secure my horse, and having attended to the comfon dfrhe animal, 1 entered the hut. li was a small concern, not over ten leet snunre, anc was formed Di lout stout poles driven into the ground at the four angles ol a square, and meeting at me lop ; and the walls were formed by logs laid up against these, and secured at the corners. Within mere were any quan tity of buffalo skins, and also a very good sort of a fireplace. My host was a tall, pow erfully built man, between sixty and seventy vears of age, with hair as while as snow, and a lace verv strongly market 1 introduced mvsel., and gave him mv name and business, ana ne told me that his name was Philip broc. Alter we had chatted awhile, the old man went a; work to get some suppet. He built a tire, and as soon as there was a sufficient quaninv o( coajs, he unrolled a fresh buffalo hide, and having taken therefrom a rump of the animal, from which the hide had been taken, ne cut ofi some slices and placed them on the coan While these were broiling, he eo; out some bread, salt, etc., from an old chest, and I ale a supper, than which I never relished one belter m my lift. Alter this we walked over the oasis, ft was a lovely spot, with a spring of pure snarkung water, and a goodly growth of faickorv trees, from which Brock gathered nut-* He also had a cornfield in a good state oi cultivation, but it was small, for the owne- knew not how goon he might move awa;. After we had returned to the hut, I asked him how long he had been in this sectior. " Ever since 1 was one and twenty,” he rcoliec ; and I thought his voice assumed a sao tone as his mind was thus carried back to ms youthful days, “ 1 came here from Massacnuselts, and ever .since lived amid tnese great solitudes.” koine further conversation was held, and •ben 1 asked him what those wig.like look ing (nings were I saw hanging up over his bee There were some four or five and twentv of them hanging there, looking tike wigs made from hair of horses’ tails. His lace grew bark with a heavy frown as I asked the question, and his eyes burned with a strange fire “l oose,’ he uttered, in a hoarse whisper, ” are scalps / Scalps 1 have torn from In dians’ heads, dead and dying, Bee there are twenty-five of them.” " And you a/ew thehi all " Yes.” ;. ” All at once V • “ No, sir. I -have been a long while gath ering those trophies up.” A few moments’ silence, and then he. re sumed 11 Of course you are, c'un'otis ,16 krioV about this, and if you have a mind to listen I have no objections to explain it. I told you 1 came here when I was pne and twenty I came because one I loved, as life itself came before me. John Garland and his wife and one child, came out to for that child I followed them,Within years from the time .that ,1 carpQ,,!hQlh (be fatheriand the mother died* and Martha Gar ®ntL*a9 i®* l alone with me-'-the pi lest of Bt. 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IUV '■ d* X\< ‘ GOBB, BTURROCK* &CO. f #Ol. i - ./. ■ i“ THE: AGITATION: OP THOUGHT/ IS THE'BEGtWlrtfiO OP 'WISDOM. 1 ’ ■ y 11 ■■ PUBLISHERS & PROPRIETORS. TOEUSBOEOUGII, TIOGA COrSTY, PA., THURSDAY MORNING, MAY 22, 1860. . rt?e. hid'nb tone’to'hate, and all living.(oloye. We had a daughter, whpti) We called Elifca, but she only remained with us a few ye'ara.- When she 'had leard'ed tto' knoW our' loves, end when the first blooraofintellect had mantled hbr brow, and'lighted up her dark eye, she faded away and died. Another child wab bOrn tO girl—who re, mained with ds a few years, and- then she, 100, died; At length we were'blessed with a son. He grew top healthy and strong, and he took the place of alLwe had loved and lost. We called him Philip, and when he 1 was only four years old, he could rest my ‘rifle oveT his father’s shoulder, and hit a tree at ten rods. When he was five yedrs old, a pahy of Crow Indians came along and camped near our cabin. I gave them pow der and shot, but I would not give them rum. At night they seized me while I slept, and bound me hand nod fool, and then they took my wife—and—and child, and carried ! them away.” ! The old man stopped and wiped a tear from [ hie eye, and then while his voice assumed a deeper (one, he added: “ O, I' cannot tell the agony of that mo -1 menl—of that hour! 1 strained with all my power; I called upon God to help me ; and, you will not wonder, I cursed the power which held me! The red demons laughed and howled at me as they searched my col, for rum. They found some in a jug j some which I only kept for times of need—-for I never poured the fire down my throat—they found this, and having drank it all up, they threw the jug at me, and then started off, — My wife held out her arms,to me, and said : “ Help me, my Philip!.” And my little boy held out his hands, and cried: “Papal papa!’ ” Here the old scout bowed his bead and wept aloud. “ O,” he murmured, in choking accents “ who can tell such agony as 'hat with a whole heart ! 1 heard the last shriek of my wife, the Inst cry of my bov, and then 1 faint ed. When f came to myself, I was still by the tree, hanging forwards with my whole weight upon my bound hands ; and just as I was fairly regaining my consciousness, I fell forward upon my face. The knot in the leathern thong had gradually loosened and given wily. As soon as I could collect my energies, I started off in pursuit of the sav ases. I followed their trail as far as the Missouri, and there I lost it; and 1 never saw my wife and jjhild again. But I swore a deadly vengeance against the Crows. 1 swore tha/ not ooeof them should cross, mv pan, «nd live—and I have kepi my oath.— That was thirteen years ago. Since then I have had no settled home. 1 have lived here longer than I ever, lived in any one place before, since that fatal hour. Most of ihe lime I have been employed by Gov ■ernmentngainst the Indians. I know every crook and turn of their haunts about here, and I have served as a scout for the .fort. — These scalps are all Crows; but these do not | ■ell ihe number I have slain, for many a Crow has fallen by my rifle whose scalp I could not gel.” v As soon os the old man became composed, he gave me some account of his adventures while out scouting among the Indians ; and he continued his account until we were star tled by the sound of pattering rain upon the roof. We went to the door and found that the heavens were black.as ink, and the rain falling fast. My horse was pul under a lit tle shed, with Brock’s cow, and then we re turned to the hut. It was now after ten o'clock, and we prepared to retire. The old man spread out his buffalo robes, and I had laid down, when there came a rap upon the door. He went and opened it, and I heard him talking with soma one without. Sqon he came to me and caught me by the arm. “ Friend,” he uttered, in a quick, husky voice, “ you must gel up ; there are two Crows at the dodr! 1 cannot let them in, nor will I drive them away in such a storm as this. One of them is a woman. Let them in if, you, will,” “But you will not kill them here?” 1 said, /earing that his enmity.might overpower him. ■and the tnooh %a 8 shinirig full ■ and bright sojve could Se¥ the' motion' bf lhe Writ sleSpe’rs. If ßjft' soda' all was still again, apdoneh'fporertay back'. 1 Again I awbli, And if told him if he Would stedp how, I Would watch!'' • 1 ' ' ; . “ Very well,” Ijo replied, ‘Ttis hear trioWir ipg.andifyouhave a mind to remaih awake, Twill catch a'n4p.’ r ' ' • ,- ' 1 ' ..Ltoldhim 1 -■would,.andJieaccQrdingiy lay back ? -pod ,wps had no idea bf such a ihmj, btif Vdfowsy spell came, over - me, and I closed my eyes. I remembered. i i afterwards i how the feeling came, .and-, how I gradually; gaya gway .to it. When I awoke, thedpyiigfit was, struggling faintly through.the small window, and I was sure some movement had aroused me. I cast my eyes towards my companion, end a low, quick cry escaped my lips, as I fsaw one of the Indians .kneeling directly by .bis side. My cry awoke the old man, and he started up. ‘‘Ho! my,pistol I” he cried, grasping the intruder by the throat, apd reaching his hand towards me, “ Shoot the demon !” he gasped. At this, (he second Indian sprang to his feet, and leaped towards the spot where we lay,-and juft as I had cocked one of the pis tols, the .woman—for woman it was .who knelt by the scout’s side—spoke: ' “ Philip I” she said in a choking, gush ing tone, “ Philip I Ah, art thou not my Philip ?” With a cry like a startled bird, Philip Brock started to his feet, and with the grasp of a giant he raised the woman up. “ Speak again I” he grasped. Apd again she spoke, and again she pro nounced that same name. “ Once—once more ! O,.speak once more I” “ Philip !” And as she. spoke thus, she threw her arms about.the old man's neck and burst into lenrs. “ Martha I Martha I” was nil the old scout spoke. He knew now whom he held lo his bosom. J carefully eased the hammer of the pistol down, and then I arose tq my feet. — The oiher seeming Indian I cottld now see plainly. He was a youth, and that'the paint had been wiped from his face, he looked no ble and handsome. Wilh a tearful eye and trembling limbs he gazed on the scene before him, and 1 could see the stout cords in his neck work with the deep emotion that moved his soul. A iWlfa in ln ■■-■-<■ Eltfgeta. , ■ Tbe,4eed„sa accomplished. My, wile has ,got a piano, “and npw farewell the tranquil mi ndrr/a?ewfel l : cqntent and .the qvening pa pera, «nd : the big segars. that make ambition virtue-f-oh, farewell j And oh, ye niorial en gines, whoserude ihroatvihe,immortal Jpye’s dread clamors counterfeit.” ,; But,atop,l can't bid them farewell, for. one, qf them has juat come. ,it came on a dray. .Si* .men carried it into the parlor, andit grunted awfully.. It weighs a. ton, shines like a mirror, and has carved' Chpids climbing, up its legs, • And such lungs—whew 1 . My wife-has commen. ced tb practice, and' the first limeahe touched the ma'chine I, thought wa 'were in the midst of a thunder storm, and the‘lightning had struck’ ttte crockery chest. "The cat, with tail erect, took a 1 liee line- but of the house, demolishing a six shilling pane of glass. Thq baby awoke'; the little‘fellow triad his bested beat the instrument-, but he didn’t do it—it beat him,, A teacher has been introduced into. the house. ■' He says he is the last of Napolean’s grand army. He wears, a huge moustache, looks at me fiercely, smells of garlic, and goes by the name of Count Run-away-and never-come-back-again-by, He played ex ■ tract de Opera the other night. He run his fingers through bis hair twice, then grinned, then he cocked hi? eyes up at the ceiling like a monkey hunting flies, then down came one of his fingers, and I heard a delightful sound, similar to (hat produced by a cockroach tipdn the tqnor string of a fiddle, Down came an other, and I was reminded of the wind whist ling through a .knot, hole in a hen coop. He touched Jiis thumb, apd I thought I was in a peach oichafd listening to the braying of a jackass;. Now he run bis fingers along the keys, and I thought of a boy rattling a stick upon a picket fence. AH of a sudden he slopped, and I thought something had hap pened.. Then came down ,bolh fisls, and oh, Lord ! such a noise was never heard before. I thought a hurricane had struck the house and the walls were caving in. I thought I was in a cellar and a tun of coal falling on my head. I thought the machine hod burst, when the infernal thing slopped, and I heard my wife exclaim : “Exquisite }” “WhM the deuce is the mailer?” The ahswer was— So; 43. “Why, dear, that’s La Somnambula.” “D— l —n Somnambula !" thought I; and the Count rolled up his sheet of paper. .«. —. , . . • u^,v ,vj t me Sue ui me i can’t make it look like anything else than a rail fence wilh a lot of juvenile niggefs climb ing over it. Before that instrument of lor tore came into the house I coulc enjoy my self, but now every darned woman in the neighborhood must be invited to hear the hew piano, and every time the blasted thing shrieks out, like a locomotive with the bronchitis, I have to praise its lone, and when the invited guests are playing I have to say, “Exquisite!” “Delightful I” ‘“Heavenly !” and all such trash, while at the same time I know just as much about music os a codfish. There ore more tuning hammers than comfort in our house, and—and I wish the inventor of the piano was troubled with a perpetual night mare, and obliged to sleep in one of bis in struments nil his life. Communications, “O, my husband, see here is our Philip ! Patter ’ ome * mv no^e hoy, it is your Perhaps my renders can imagine the scene that followed. As for me, I could not see plainly through my tears,'and my emotions were too strangely overpowered to enable me to distinguish much that was sobbed forth by the re-united ones. j .', ’ “• / For the Agitator, pie qf $q Paae.' / « No, no, Philip Brock is not a coward ! Go let thtm i,n.” So 1 arose aod went to the door, and there I found two Indians, 1 could not have (old whether they were Crows,, Pawnees, ißlack fools, or what; but 1 (old them to come in.- They followed me into the hut, and as. sopn ns they had removed-their.outer garments, 1 pulled a bench' up to the fire for .them, for there was yet some fire upon the hearth.— Oue of them was a woman, as the scout had said, and the other a tall, stout man, whose face was painted in many colors; they warmed themselves awhile, aod then asked for a place in which to lie. I showed them some spare robes,.and soon afterwards'they were appar ently asleep; - ' ;; 1 Once more I wont to my own ;place of rest, and as I lay down, I noticed that BVock had got his pistols, but I made no remark.— I went to sleep without fear, and f think I must have s|opl some hours, when a move ment of my companion awoke me, and on opening my eyes, I found him silting up.— He had his pistols in his hands, and was gazing towards the place where the Crows lay. “ What is ill’’ I asked. Bui by-artd-by, when the sun was well up, and the birds had opened Iheir matin songs, the happy trio were to converse freely.' 1 had meant to leave that morning, but I could not resist l the urgent request held out to me I d tarry. I heard the whole of the wife’s story—how she was carried off, away up towards the head waters of the Yel lowstone ; how she had been enslaved there, and how her son had been taken from her and brought up by a Crow chieftain. At length they came together once more—the mother and son—and then they commenced to lay their plans for escape. A year passed away after this, and at the end of that time the way was opened. The. youth—now a powerful man—gathered such provisions as he could find, and when the warriors set out upon an expedition against the Flalheads, he deserted from the party on the second night out, and made his way back to the Crow village. There he secured his mother, and "having slain five bid warriors who opposed him, he set out. At the landing he destroy ed all the canoes but one, and that he took, and for seven days, during which they had been on the trail, they'Had only slept four teen hours. When they stopped at the scout’s cot to gain shelter from the drenching rail), they little dreamed who lived there ; and it was my pronouncing the old man’s name when I first woke up during the night, that startled the woman’s thoughts with a flash of the truth. As for myself I would rather put my head under a tin pin and be drummed to sleep with a pair of smoothing irons than hear “La Spmnambula,”.or any other La thumped out of a piano. Scatter pennies in, front of my house, and draw together all the wandering minstrels in the city—hand organs, banjos, fiddles, tamborines, rattling bones and fish horns. Let juvenile monkeys crawl in at my windows in search of three cent pieces, let me be awakened at midnight by the cry of “murder,” ring the fire bells and have a devil of a time generally—do all this, and [ will not complain ; but banish the pianos. My piano nasjgoi to go. lam going to launch the infprnal machine out of the window the first dark night; and my friends, I advise you to sleep with cotton in your ears, for wfyen she giyes her dying grunt you’ll think you have fallen out of bed, or a fallen star has gone to roost.o.n your housetop. For the in formation of Young America, I will state lhat the pieces, of brass! wire and ivory keys jfbey ate welcome to, but the skeleton I want for a refrigerator.— Exchange. Before noon the wife and son succeeded in removing-most of the staid from (heir skins, end 1 could now see of the old man’s loolfs in the stout youth.. And it did me good to see Philip Brock gaze upon his sun ; such a mixture of noble pride and hojy. love, I never before saw. I remained wiih them, until the next morning, and when I was prepared to leqve, the, old scout assured roe that I should not find him'there on my return. Tb? London Times gives a remedy ,lo ,make| balky horse draw, which proved suc cessful. After all sorts of means, had been tried and failed, it was suggested that a sim ple reiiedy used in India should bo fried— that is to gel a small rope and attach it to onb of the fore feet' of the stubborn animal, ( tho person holding the end of the rope to ad vance a few pace's, taking with, them the fibrse’d foot, when as a matter of course, the horse tnusl follow. • The suggestion was at first ridiculed, but at last a rope was brought ppd applied as described, when the horse im .mediately and jn a,few minutes was of sigh), mutjh Jo the amazement of the crowc|.. The experiment is simple.aqd worth , a. trial, “ For,” said he, “I have no' wish for ven geance ; and since those I love ore mine once more, we will go where there is a little more of civilization and-comfort.” - / I set out amid wishes for my wellbre and safety,-and several times after- I did I look back upon (bar humble-cot; and think of the wondrous joy -that was reigning there. ' - Although a printer may besetting all day, yet in his-own way he may be a- great .trav eler, (or at least -his hand is,)- As we shall prove. A good prirrter wilfsel about 8,000 ems per day, or about 24,000- tetters.. .The distance traveled ovenby his hnnd twill ave rage about one fool- per letter,tgoing to. the boxes in which they ard contained, andi of course-returning; making two feet every-let ter he sets.' l This -would roake a distance, eaeh day, of- 48,000-(feefor alittle more than nine miles -Who says the "Typo”: don’t earn his bread and butter . -m “—sh 1” he returned, in a whisper, “ do .you think [ am blind 7 Suppose these cata mounts come here to slay me 1— to revenge the death of so many, of their tribe T” “Nonsense;, Philip Brock,” I replied. “Do you suppose—"' •’-T-sh! .move now, Ha 1— See that head come up 1” One of the redskins did raise his. head as he thus spoke. The storm had passed o'er, An editor out West says: “If we have of .fended, any man in the short but brilliant course of bur public career, let him present us a new,hat and auy.poiljjng more about it.” ' WE.fhu-it, in t his ‘World, 1 gain ft relish for Truih atid virtue, if tie Would'be abje' to tasle ' tliat knowledge and perTec'Ubn 'which are ‘ “Instills,” 1 ariys"’ ftniodefn' phrlosopher, “pre nke' toiihferfeit money, we can’t hinder them beirigdffered'buf Web ft) hot comptelled to lake them.” , - , have entered Kansas at seizing upon the ballot box, controlled the •lections-and elected such raenaa they spyv fit. I^jla^rfMDianyuNqrlherp^-eeman, .withithe; slightest; «pp|p«y>. f>f backbone sit still and see such apt* onacjed in Kansas as .bave beed'fpri .the lastityo,months, without pxppriapcijnfe.a fteliflg.of.ifl.dignation against therufßaiis of,the, Missouri Border backed by Pjeicp’a, ((ablbel, at and office holder* in a»,ery.,part.pf (lie,Union,! , Out rpgea have .been.committed, ip Kansas that would do justice (o .the. Reign of Terror, In nocent anduooflendipg men havp been mas sacred in cold,bjood, and if the actual real denlSiCry oui agaiost (he, brutal murder of a r Dow, a Brown Barber, Frank Pierce aaysjheir, apis pro renolutiofiary and that the United Rtates.forces will be called out, to help .subjugate Kansas, if the Free State men are 100, much for the, hired minions of the Slave Power. The people ia November next will have something .to say about this matter and their opinion may. pot exactly agree with that of our (lew Hampshire Lawyer. FRANK. Mb: Editoh : The tild Jinn Democrats, in order to keep alive‘their party; db'not fail to call the Republicans all the .hard'haVnCk Im aginable. That beautiful specimen’of bbrjth erh'subserviency to the'black power; Arnold Douglas has been puzzling his fertile brain and has at last hit'upon ode that seems to suit him, i.e. “Black 1 Republicans,” but we Should remember that as long as a parly has truth and justice on iis aide, its followers can sustain their case by fair and' honorable nr gument, and that they w jjever jesqrtto calling names in order to prejudice theTramds ofi the,htjnest they' clearly isee the-utter injustice of the cause they advocate. Butiwhilsl ourlmiort saving l opponents are calling us.Sectionahsts, Fanatics and the like, let us examine this Kansas matter and see •who is the mqst deserving of blame. The Louisiana Territory, including Ark. nhsas and Missouri and the (erritories of Kan sas apt! Nebraska, was bought of France in 180'S. -In 1819 Missouri applied’for admis sion into the. Union with a pro-slavery consti tution. The bill passed the Senate) and failed in the House. In 1820 a bill was again brought forward in Congress to-authorise the people of Missouri to' form a’ State constitu tion. An amendment was proposed requiring that lh‘e constitution to.be formed Should, in effect, prohibit the further introduction of slavery. A majority of the House voted in favor of the amendment a ’-majority of the Senate against it. A compromise was at length effected between the two parlies. An act was passed which did not require that, the constitution should contain any prohtbilioa of slavery ;' but : by one of its sections slavery was forever prohibited in all the territory once called Louisiana north of 36 deg. 30 min. north latitude except in so much of it as should he included in the new Slate. The passage of this act, commonly known as the “Missouri Compromise’’ was considered a Iri uniph by the south, for by virtue of it they gained Missouri and Arkansas for slavery, jwhich was more than they expected. This line was fathered and earnestly advocated by the great pacificator Henry Clay, and the en tire South almost unanimously voted in favor of it. By this act the slavery question was considered to be forever settled in this Terri tory, This compromise was a contract en tered into by the North and South, and al lowing that the “peculiar institution” has a rigni \* - r li■ j , , , r . .“ur public domain, (which lam far from doi ofJ j , u . NT „,„, nn ’ f no more than a fair equivalent, and in justice it could not be broken without placing both parties in the positions they respectively oc cupied previous to 1820. Even admitting slavery to be an institution of justice, fully as much so as liberty, then the North by vir tue of the Missouri compromise, received no more than her due. The South immediately commenced operations upon her portion and for years it has Been celebrated only for the enormous traffic in human souls that is car ried on within its boundaries. The past has amply demonstrated that in order for slavery to flourish it must every now and then have fresh Territory and as long as the rich lands of Missouri remained uncultivated our south ern friends in their hurry to get rich had not time to cry out to Uncle Sam for more land, but bye and bye the' slaveholders began to crowd each other, and in 1854 we find them asking the abrogation of the Missouri line, for the fajr fields west of the Missouri they all at once discover to be peculiarly adapted to slave labor. I said in 1854 wo find the South asking the repeal of the line of 1820, thereby giving slavery an equal chance in lands consecrated to freedom by a compact of thirty-four years standing. The South haying used up her part now asks to be ad mitted a joint partner in ours. Now, can any one, I care npl how much he may love Pierce and his administration fail to see the utter injustice of this move on the part of the South? But as strange as it may seem, the black power, backed up by Pierce, Douglas & Co., after a long and stormy struggle effected the repeal of the line of 1820, thus wresting from freedom and transfering to the slave oligarchy in violation of honor, plight ed faith and solemn compact, territory equal in extent to the old thirteen States, But says Lewis Cass, when he made his famous bid for the Executive chair in ’4B, “I think this line is unconstitutional, and as my mind has been undergoing a change, I begin to have my doubts concerning the power of Congress to legislate for the Territories,’’ and he was sustained by all (he pro-slavery politicians both North and South. A most wonderful discovery > they certainly made I All the Statesmen of the last half century admitted the power of Congress to legislate for the Territories, and the conslitilliobalily of this line was never questioned until of Tate its ille galily was nil at once discovered fiy the very men that during thirty-four years had ac knowledged it ns (tie supremo Jaw of the land; But, if the Missouri compromise was so un constitutional why don’t they place us where we stood previous to 1830. ~ Let them abol ish slavery in Missouri and Arkansas, (for -both were free from it than) and then we will .-talk, with them about the upconstilulio.nality of the line of 1820; but this they are far from doing. They have; got their portion, used it up, and if they can but frighten its of the North into quiet submission, they will ore long be in full possession of Kansas and per haps Nebraska, And further, oor popular sovereignly, friends are not qoptent to Jet-the ,bona‘fido:.residents of, Kansas decide iippn the character of their''domestic, institutions, eVen after having toffi down 1 the act of 1820, ! but on the contrary, thotfsapds of Missourians Administering Jostles. A great lubberly boy had got a small pup pey, apparently but a few months old, of which he was trying to make a water dog, although the poor ,beast had no more of the water species in hipi than a cat. The boy first threw in a cijiip, apd. then.ordered the dog “to go and fetch it.’ > The little fellow looked up in the tyjy’a face and wagged his tail. The order jwas repeated; when the dog still hesila|ingj the lubber seized him by the (ail, aad threw him into the middle of the pond. The little animal scrambled to the shore again as well as lip was able, where, moan* ing and shivering jwith the cold, he crawled up to his roaster, and endeavored to lick his feet. Kicks and hi flats, despite our remon strance, repaid .him for this demonstration of love; and then fol owed apolher order “to go and fetch it.” 'lj he dog now tried to crawl away, when he seized him by the neck, and stood ready to give: him another plunge. As he held him for an instant, the poor creature turned his head as well as was able, and ga zing in his master’s face, said 1 so piteously, by his looks, “ Oh, don’t do so again!” that nothing but an extra share of inhuman ity could have prompted the boy to repeat the outrage. , The dumb appeal was disregarded. lie was again thrown j into the dock, and was most probably injured by the fall, for be floundered about in a circle for three or four minutes, as if bewildered, and afterwards sunk several times before reaching the shore. When he got to land again, he staggered a few paces, and then fell exhausted on the pavement. The hoy ran towards him, his face flushed with passion, and was about to inflict further chastisement on his victim, when a burly, good natured, sailor-looking man, who had been quietly watching the af fair checked him. “My lad, look here!’’ said he, pulling a large orange from his pocket, and holding it temptingly towards him. The boy paused, and looked wistfully at the fruit. His eyes glistened as he put his hand out to clutch tbo proffered gift, when the sailor withdrew if, and tossed it into the middle of the dock.— "*V •” said he, turning to the boy, “now, sir, go and tetcn u : mo fellow shook his head, and began to-dlep back. “Go and fetch it, I say,” repeated the sailor, in a sterner voice, and advancing a step or two. The young rogue now turned on his heel, and was attempling to run, when Jack seized him by the seat of his trowsers and threw him plump into the middle of the dock, with ns much ease, apparently, as ha had done the orange. Our first impulse was to interfere in the matter; but, on a second thought, we came to the conclusion that as justice had already been done in the premis es, things might as well remain as they were. The Old .Han’s Visit. TUvOovernor Reynolds, of Illinois, lias recently written a work entitled, ‘*My own Times, Including a History of My Life.” In an early chapter occurs the following touching pofsago;— “In 1853, I paid a visit to the Slate of Tennesee, and made a pilgrimage to the home of my infancy and childhood, the place where onpo stood the frontier cabin of my father. I now revisited the spot for the first time since we bade it adieu in 1800, and removed to Illinois. 1 had left It a mere boy—a care less, happy boy. I returned to it in the wane of life. More than half a century stood be. tween these two points of time. During all that long period of my humble, yet eventful history, the home of my early years lived fresh and green in my memory, just as I had seen it in childhood. I had expected to fihd the whole appearance of the country changed, and was surprised that highly cultivated farms with their elegant mansions, occupied a re gion which I had seen covered with an al most unbroken forest. But the most striking featuresof the landscape remained unchanged. The mountains were the same. The lofty summits rose to the heavens, with the same sublime grandeur that excited my awe and admiration when a child. I knew the place where our cabin had stood, though every ves tige of its walls and roof had disappeared for more tfian a generation ago. Nothing now remained to, mark the spot, except a slight elevation of the ground where the chimney had been, and a lew flat stones that was once our hearth. I visited that hallowed spot alone. I stood upon' the Hearth-stone pF my childhood.— The memory of early days thronged around my heart. It almost seemed as if 1 wero ongo more a child, listening to the storiOs my mother told me in the long winter evenings, around that' very hearth. HoW well did [ remember telling her of my childish griefs, qnd with what gentleness she chid my way wardness, banishing thy every sorrow with her affectionate,",soqihmg words. I almost fancied that I could again feel her gentle hand parting the luxuriant hair that shaded my youlbffil brow, ond.her warm kiss upon toy forehead and lips. “I care nof who may sneer at Ihe conics sipn, I wept like a child as I stood alpneiipon ■.that hea,rili-sione, pnd thought pf ppy Ypnfi, my affectionate, ray sainted mpiher of yctre,” What is it that causes a ebld'. ’c'uthS'd'fcOld and pays the doctor! A draff. 11 ‘' von ' i- 1 '
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