Terms of Pnblicalion. i THE TIOGA COUNTY AGITATOR is pub ■Jrrl-nverv Thursday Morning, and mailed to sub very reasonable price of One Dol- SCr . n nnnm YnZrirflf in iHm*.. It is intend “* subscriber when the term for !l>h he has paid shall have expired, by the stamp Time OuE" on the margrir oF the last paper. The p”per will then be stopped until a further re- SSJKTbe received. By this arrangement no man T wii.ht in debt to the printer., . ’*Tr* Ao“«™» is the Official Paper of the Conn a * •,( *! \inre and steadily increasing circulation ty ’Ti i n L g ne.rly every neighborhood in the n M ntv S ll is seal free of poetagelo&ay Post-office W?ihin the county limits, and to those living within ■ha limits but whose most convenient postoffice may be in an adjoining County, Business Cards, not exceeding 5 lines, paper in cluded, 84 per year. J ' ’ [From Harper's Weekly. biographical SKETCH OP Hon. GALUSHA A. GROW, of Fa. In preparing, biographical sketches of prominent statesmen in (he thirty-fifth Con gress, we ore constantly reminded of thead vaniages which a Republic confers upon en ergetic and gified men, who, born in com parative obscurity, might, under other forms of government, never rise above the. daily strife for bread, and, accomplishing no grand er purpose than wresting by fierce straggle a bare subsistence for themselves and fami lies, would pass on into the silence of natns less obscurity “ unwept, unhonored and un suoiT.” If Congress may be taken as a cri terion, the Republic has not so greatly de generated alter all; for many of the most prominent legislators in both branches are men whose rare genius, intense application, indomitable will and unswerving rectitude have enabled them to tise from the shoe bench, the factory, the forge and the'farm to the solid dignity which, after all croaking, still appertains to American Senators and Representatives. , Among those, who, in elevating themselves have illustrated the true worth of our insti tutions, wemust award a very high place to the Hon. Galusha A. Grow, whose likeness our artist has so admirably presented here with. Mr. Grow was' born in Ashford, Windham County, Connecticut, on' the 31st of August, 1623. His father, Joseph Grow, died when the subject of this memoir was only three years of age ; leaving the mother to provide for a family of six children, of whom four were sons. The youngest child was only three months old at the-time of this 'sad bereavement, and on settling up the af fairs of the family it was found there was barely enough of property to pay up all in debtedness. Fortunately Mrs. Grow was a woman of remarkable energy and decision of character ; instead, therefore, of losing all courage.and bemoaning her lot, she gath ered her little flock about her and removed lo the residence of her father, Captain Sam uel Robbins, who lived in Voluntown, in the same county. Here she engaged in trade and farming; and, lo her honor be it said, succeeded not only in providing for her young family, but also accumulated a surplus, which afterward laid the foundation for the present prosperous circumstances of her children. The best answer lo the inquiry “What can woman do ?” might be given in the history of what this brave and good woman did. Unfortunately we are not writing her history, and musliherefore content ourselves with this meagre outline of the accomplishments of one woman, who, we are happy to believe, is but a representative of a great many others, that in the lowly cares, and patient endurances, and holy sacrifices of maternal love are quite content lo have inscribed upon their tomb stones, “she hath done what she could,” but of whom history and God will say, “Well done, good and faithful servant!” When Mr. Grow was eleven years of age, I his mother found that her industry and eS- I lerprise had enabled her to save a sufficient I sum lo defray the expense of removal to the I West, and for the sake of her children she I determined to make that great sacrifice.— I Twenty-five years ago the tide of emigration ■ was setting westward ; the Northeastern B Slates had commenced lo push out advance ■ parties of settlers, who, knowing nothing of ■ what they should encounter, struck boldly ■ rain the forests and laid the foundation of our ■ Western prosperity. There were no rail ■ roads then to carry the emigrants in a few B hours, and for a few dollars, from the valley Hof the Connecticut to the valley of rhe-Mis- H stsstppi, bu' painfully and slowly the cara- H vans moved like snails toward the setting B sun; and when the last good-by was said lo B Natives, and the last view had been taken of B 'he old homestead, the emigrant felt that ■ >ears must pass before he saw either again, I and had faint hope of returning at all. H Despite these serious drawbacks, the Grow ■ family started for the West, and finally took Bap their abode in a wild and mountainous ■ ™ rt ® US( ! u ohan n a County, Pennsylvania, Bopi rom lls romanl i c beauty they named ■ enwood ;” and there is still the residence Hot the subject of this sketch. For the next H ew years Galusha led the ordinary life of H armers boys, attending school when there I 'f as opportunity, and undergoing, the noble ■ jsctplme which is afforded by wild mountain ■ aceaery to a quick perceptive nature which Hof S ° S " methin S cultivation. It is told I i h" 11 m lbose ear ly years that he was often ■° 1 8 wo °ds for a week or ten days, sleeping I -it;,| em ' oc k houghs, and trusting lo his own ■of 10 f rovi( k h' s food. Living in a region ■ aßd CoJJntr y in which lumber was abundant S°°h, the winter occupation of all the Bedin'V' 08lbe CUII ' D § °f timber, lo be float ■(h | e spring down the stream on which B*as l ° tbe Susquehanna ( 0 f which it ■ Bait' 8 tnbular y-) aQ d on to find a market at lan. T°o’ 0r olber towns lying along Ches- Blush 6 ' ° ay ' Breal8 real event to which Ga- I for 3 ’ If common "nth the other boys, looked I Hie I ’ * as !o be P erm *tted to accompany Iha urn hering parties down the river. When ■ •tred 85 about f° ur,een years of age the de- Bhis , opporlunil y came, and he accompanied ■ Mar ;°‘her Frederick to Port Deposit, in B„ h While here an incident occurred ■ llte ‘ urn ' s hes very decided testimony to IMr p OD^, en< f 8 which his neighbors felt in ■ lion • r ° W ! integrity, and the high estima ■ t),,. In which the innate shrewdness of the I icui °f tbe well-abused State of Connect- I the a* 5 lwenl y.y ears a g°- A friend of I lomKp r ° WS was anx * ous to send a cargo of H o Ur i/ *° A Dna P°hs to be sold, and intrusted I his n er ° W ' lfl the business - °n arriving at I wishea'! . sought out ' a Mr - Claud - who ■to tr«a t 0 b , uy lhe lumber > hu> almost (eared ■ with such a young merchant. After THE AGITATOR. jSefcquxr to tfce JSytenaCot* of tfa am of JFm&ow anO tf)t Sjmaar of ©ealttia iUfotim XVBILE THEBE SHALL BE A WRONG UNSIGHTED, AND UNTIL “ MAN’S INHUMANITY TO MAN” SHALL CEASE, AGITATION MUST CONTINUE. VOL. IV. asking his age, residence, parentage, family connections, and. a variety of test questions, it occurred to him to ask, “Were you born in Pennsylvania?” . Grow. “No, Sir, I was born in Con necticut.” Claud, “Oh yes, I understand it all now; yes, Ido want lo buy some lumber.” It is needless to add, the cargo was sold to good advantage. At seventeen years of age, Mr. Grow being generously helped by, his brothers, entered the Freshman class of Amherst Col lege, graduating in. 1844. As soon as his collegiate course completed, he com menced bis political life.by “stumping” for Polk and Dallas. When.llje election was over he entered the law office of F. B. Streeter, Esq., late Solicitor to the Treasury, and was admitted to the bar in the autumn of 1847. , : In the spring of 1850 it was found that his close application lo study while in college, and his subsequent confinement to his busi ness, was impairing his originally fine con stitution, and be was forced to retire tempo rarily from his profession to seek a recupera tion of his physical powers in out-door exercise. He accordingly returned to his mother’s farm and resumed his place in the field. In the winter of 1850 he surveyed six thousand acres of land into small lots. In .the summer of 1850 the Democratic convention of his county nominated him unanimously for the Legislature, but he de fined. In the autumn cf the same year he was first elected to Congress. The Demo crats of the district were divided, and had two candidates in the field, each claiming to be the regular nominee. Eight days before the election both agreed to resign if Mr. Grow would be the candidate. He was vis ited by a delegation, who found him not ex actly, like Cincinnalus, plowing, but working with a set of hands on the public highway, rebuilding a bridge that had been carried away by a freshet. He heard their-proposal and consented to be a candidate; both the other candidates resigned as agreed upon, and a convention was called which nomina ted Mr. Grow, just one week before the elec tion. He was successful, having a majority of twelve hundred and fifty votes; and in 1851 he took his seal, the youngest member of the thirty-second Congress. The second lime he was elected by a majority of seven thousand five hundred ; the third time he was elected unanimously, on account of the satis faction with which men of all parlies in his district regarded his strenuous opposition to the Kansas-Nebraska Bill. The last occa sion upon which he asked for the votes of his constituency he was elected by a larger vole than he received when there was no op position. During the Speakership of Mr. Banks, Mr. Grow was chairman of the Com mittee on Territories, one of the most im portant positions in the gift of the Speaker. Upon Mr. Bank’s retirement from Congress, Mr. Grow became virtually the leader of the Opposition—an arduous post which he has always filled so as not only to win the ap plause of his friends but to gain the respect of his political opponents. He received the Republican vote for Speaker at the com mencement of this session. In the summer of 1855 he visited Europe in company with Hon. E. B. Morgan and Hon. B. Pringle, of New York, Hon. E. B. Washburne, of Illinois, and others. They intended to visit the Crimea, hut were pre vented by the prevalence of cholera. While in Paris, our Representatives were treated with great consideration by the Emperor of the French, being invited to the ball given in honor of Queen Victoria, who was then vis iting Napoleon. With the probability of of a long life he fore him, having thus early distinguished himself, it would be an idle speculation to set limits to his future. He has already attained a high position as a leader in debate and parliamentary tactics. We may reasonably anticipate more honors and distinction for him ; but the pleasure of them for himself, and the worth of them for others, will be found in the facts of his strict personal up rightness and private integrity. What he died or.—We once overheard the following dialogue between an alderman and an Irish shop-lifter: “What’s gone of your husband, woman 1” “What’s gone of him, yer honor? Faith sir he's gone dead.” j “Ah, pray what did he die of?” “Die, yer honor, he died of a Friday.” , “I don’t mean what day of the week, but what complaint?” “Oh! what complaint, yer honor; faith an’ it’s himself that didn’t get time to com plain.” “Oh ! he died suddenly !” “Rather that way, yer honor.” “Did he fall in a fit?” “A fit, yer honor! why no, not exactly that. He fell out of a window, or through a cellar door—l don’t know what they call it.” “Ay I and broke his neck 1" “No not quite that yer honor.” “What then?” “There was a bit o’ string, or that like, and it throttled poor Mike.” “Mr. Brown, why do you wear that bad hat?” “Because, ray dear sir, Mrs. Brown says she will not go'out of the house with me un til I gel a new one.” Punch Hays no woman was ever known to live as long as fifty years—forty being about a woman’s ultimatum, and very few being spared to reach that extreme point of female longevity. WELLSBOEO., TIOGA COUNTY, PA., THURSDAY MORNING. MAY 13, 1858. An Hour In the Dead Letter Office. A female correspondent of Life Illustrated gives the following description of a visit to the Dead Letter Office at Washington : We had been fortunate enough to obtain the entree to this place through special favor and influence, although as a general thing, no visitors are admitted. It was a large, light room, with two or three desks, at which were sealed aged officers in silent occupation' among literal drifts of letters. The walls were lined on every side with huge mail sacks which had been returned full of un claimed epistles, from myriads of post offices; there might have been fifty or a hundred of these sacks, and each probably contained thousand on thousands of letters. “How rapidly you dispose of them !’’ said I, watching the speed with which the clerks lore open the epistles, glancing over them lo see that no drafts, checks, or other important documents were inclosed, and then threw them upon an immense heap of opened let ters at their feel. “It’s all in habit, ma’am,” said the gentle man nearest me. “We are accustomed to open a certain number daily, and to those who do not understand the accuracy and ex pedition with which we work, it would seem, indeed, almost incredible.” As he spoke, a tiny gold ring rolled from the folds of a rose tinted letter, whose pages were evidently written over by a delicate fe male hand. “A child’s ring,” he said, taking it up; “would you like lo look at it, ma’am ?” I look it in my hand—it was a fairy circ let of virgin gold, with the words “Mary to E. F.,” engraved within—and I wondered who the Mary was, and whether the little “E. V.,” who never received the liny gift, was dead or living. Meanwhile, the clerk had been taking a rapid note of the signature, direction, etc. “What will you do with it?” I inquired, returning the ring lo his care. “ We lay all such things aside, in case they should he called for.” “And are they often redeemed ?” “Not often—not once in a hundred times,” he replied, taking a little gold dollar from be neath the seal of another letter, and laying it carefully under the desk. We stood in silence, regarding the pile of opened letters, which was growing higher ev ery moment. It was a strange medley of styles and handwriting. Some were inscribed un huge sheets of foolscap, in a manner that conveyed the impression to your mint^that the writer must have grasped his pen with both hands, and gone at the paper as he would dig a spade into the earth, and folded with a glorious disregard to all geometrical precision ; others again were daintily written on colored tissue paper, and some were in that easy, flowing hand, that bespeaks energy and refinement of character in the calligraph er. “Oh, how I should like to read those let ters !” said I, involuntarily. The official smiled. “This is what all the ladies say. It would be almost impossible lo preserve our charge from the curiosity of the female sex, if, fortunately our rules did not protect us from many visitors.” “But do you never read them?” “Never, unless they seem very important, or contain inclosures of amount. It is all we can do lo keep up with the arrival of the dead mails now. If we were to slop to read one letter in a hundred, we should be lament ably-behind ; besides the privacy of these let ters is a point of honor with us. We have no more right to read them here, when un necessary, than to pry into any other person al secrets.” Here one of the clerks leaned over and handed our companion a tiny package. “From one of the letters,” he said, “I thought the lady might feel interested in it.” It was a single.curl of golden hair tied wiih a bit of pink ribbon, and wrapped in a little piece of paper, on which was written, “ Baby’s hair." 1 knew the history of that letter in an in stant, though I had never looked on its folds, I could see the fair young mother parting the sunny tresses from the infant head, and plac ing it, with half a smile and half a tear, within the closely written page that was to glad the heart of the far away husband.— And he never received the letter. Perhaps he died under the mighty shadow of Sierra Nevada; perhaps the turf of some Mississip pi valley lay close on bis pulseless heart, while she, the faithful wife, was growing more sad, less hopeful with every day that brought no answering word. “Baby’s hair!” I could not bear that the bright curl should be thrown carelessly among the host of letters; it seems like a desecra tion. “May I keep this little lock?” “Certainly, if you like.”' And I placed it carefully in my leticule, with tender hand. I know not where the sor rowing young mother’s heart is breaking, day by day, but certain I am that there is an invisible bond of sympathy between her soul and mine, clasped by a lock of curling, silky gold—“baby’s hair.” It would be in vain to attempt to chronicle the numerous inclosures' which dropped from the various letters which were opened during the short space of time we stood there. Bits of rainbow colored silk, sent for “patterns,” tiny muslin collars, newspaper paragraphs, bank bills, gold, cards, coarsely written mes sages from little ones at home, whose hands were guided by mother or sister, so that the absent father, cousin or -brother might have a little letter, and innumerable other affecting relics. “Where do all these letters go when they have been opened and examined ? Are they burned ?” • “No; that was formerly the custom, how ever. We used to make great bonfires of them, but aside from the fact that bits of writ ten papers would always escape from the flames, thus destroying all privacy in the let ters, 1 it-waa found that many people mode it a business to seek among the ashes for the gold, jewels, dollars, etc., which often escape our notice here, and go out in the opened let ters. So now they ere all sent to a paper mill and remanufactured as writing paper.” We went into another room, where were many 'mementoes of the good old days be fore the laws of pre-paying postage went into effect. There were two or three huge stones which had been sent as “a joke,” involving an immense amount of postage to be paid by some unfortunate, who luckily never received the ponderous packages—a gigantic rag ba by, said to have been sent lo some vinegar faced old maid—a neatly manufactured night cap, which some indignant old bachelor— name not recorded—refused, in high dudgeon to receive, and which, consequently, found its way here, and a daguerreotype of a young man, which had been cracked across the nose and wralhfully sent back by some fair dam sel with whom he bad quarrelled. We asked the Postmaster General to whom we were introduced, how it happened that all the employees of the dead letter office were grey haired old men. “Because they have more discretion, and less curiosity,” he said, smiling. “Younger men could not be depended upon ; they would probably read the letters oftener.” “Add why don’t you employ ladies? I am sure (hey could discharge the duties ad mirably.” “Indeed,” said the Postmaster General, mischievously, “I nm afraid their curiosity would be so extreme that the department would fall into inextricable confusion, to say nothing of the number of secrets they would ferret out of the dead letters.” We were so indignant.at this horrible and heretical opinion, that we asked no further questions, but look our leave, much gratified with our novel and interesting experience in the dead letter office at Washington. Withholding Corn. Between eighty and ninety years ago, there lived in the Connecticut valley, two farmers, one of whom was named Hunt, and the other Clark. The former in early life had been a man of strong will and some what hasty and violent in temper. Sometimes he had been seen beating his oxen over their heads with the handle of his whip in a way to excite the pity of the bystanders, and when expostulated with, excused himself by saying that he bad the most fractious team iu (own. By and by an alteration took place in the temper of farmer Hunt, He became mild, forbearing; and what was remarkable, his oxen seemed to improve in disposition at equal pace with himself. Farmer Hunt joined the “church” and was an exemplary man. His neighbors saw the- change, both in himself and team. It was a marvel to the whole town. One of his townsmen asked him for an explanation. Farmer Hunt said : “1 have found out a secret about my cattle ; formerly they were unmanageable. The more I whipped and clubbed them, the worse they acted. But now when they are contra ry I go behind my load, sit down and sing Old Hundred, and strange as it may appear, no sooner have I ended than the oxen go along as quietly as a man could wish. I don’t know how it is, but they really seem 'to like singing. In theicourse of a few years the two far mers were chosen deacons of the church, and they both adorned their profession.— About the time of their election a grievous famine prevailed in the valley, and the far mers generally were laying up their corn to plant the ensuing season. A poor man liv ing in town, went lo Deacon Hunt and said : “I have come to buy a bushel of corn, here is the money ; it is about all 1 could gather.” The Deacon told him he could not spare a bushel for love or for money. He was keep ing double the usual quantity for seed corn the next year, and had to stint his own fam ily. The man urged his suit in vain. At last he said : “Deacon if you do not let me, have the corn, 1 shall curse you. “Curse me!” replied the Deacon, "how dare you do so ?” “Because,” answered the poor man, “the Bible says so.” “Nonsense!” exclaimed Deacon Hunt, “there is no such thing in the Bible.” “Yes there is, said the poor man. “Well,” said the Deacon, “if you can find any such text, I will give a bushel of corn.” They went in'o the house, when the man went to the old family Bible, turned to Prov. xi, xxv, and read, “He that withholdelh corn, the people shall curse him; hut blessings shall be upon the head of him that sellelh it.” The deacon was fairly caught. “Come along,” said he, “and I will be as good as my word.” He took him to the corn crib, measured out a full bushel of corn, helped the man to put it into bis bag, assisted him in slinging it upon his shoulders, and just before his departure, being something of a wag, he said, with a twinkle of the eye, “I say neighbor, after you have carried this corn home, go up to Deacon Clark and curse him out of another bushel.” They must dress cool in Lafayette, la.— A'young lady, on being asked if she intend ed to wear that new bonnet lo church, said that she did not intend lo wear anything else. ©ommumcationa. For tHd Agitator. Hudson, Wis., April 24'ht, ISSB. Friend Cobb: It is a long tinie since I have written you, and the only excuse I have to offer for the seeming negligence is the want of news to communicate. We have had in common with “the rest of mankind,’’ an un usually mild and short wio(er.j jin fact, it has scarcely seemed like winter jat all, so mild lias the weather been. Navigation on the upper Mississipi was closed for a period of only four months, the shortest ever known. Boats from St. Louis, Galena, Dubuque, ar rived at St. Paul on the 24th of | March, and have since been running, regularly. Our farmers have had a fine time fbr'gelting in their crops, and many were enabled to get in (heir spring wheat and oats in March, and at the present writing most of the farmers are preparing for their corn and.polatoe planting. The prairies are already covered with beau tiful wild flowers, and every shrub, tree and plant hereabouts present a verdanlj aspect. — With the opening of navigation we have ex perienced a revival in business tq d great ex tent, and although we feel the hardjtimes, yet from all accounts 1 gel we areinpt quite so “hard up” as you eastern friends quppose us to be. We have plenty to do, pleity to eat, and some money. ■ j We have not so many speculators ns last season, but we have more producers ; and the emigrants now arriving immediately be take themselves to our fine farming lands in stead of to “town sites” as heretofore. Prop erty of all kinds can now be "bought at its legitimate value, and notwithstanding the un pleasantness of the remedy, still jhe “great crash” will be a lasting blessing to the West. | 1 The U. S. land office for this jdfatricl was opened in this city for preemption ;and entry (for the southern portion of the district) on the sth of this month, and there were some thing over ten thousand acres entered the past two days. On the 3d of May thejoffice will be opened for the pre-emption ana entry of lands contiguous to this city and the portion of the district east and north o(J it, and to judge from present appearances (here will be considerable of a strife for the “fancy” points, and especially for the excellent, tinpber lands of the St. Croix valley. | I Politically the whole North West is a unit, and are now rejoicing over the defeat of the present insane, or imbecile and \ factional administration. The administration parly here is but a myth—it has neitheh form or shape and lives but in the memory of Gov ernment officials, who in order to remember it and save their official heads, go*about like the boy in the nursery tale who cried while going to market, “liver and lights and all,” “liver and lights and all,” until meeting with a man vomiting he was accosted .with, “you little rascal do you wish me to throw up my liver and lights 7” and thereupon he caught the boy and chastised him. The boy having forgotten his errand, says to the man, “What shall I say 7” The man told him jf he must say something, say “I hope it | may, never come up.” He done so until he parae to a man sowing wheat, when a like scene ensued, and after getting again chastised hp was told to say “I hope it may be plenty;”! This he repeated till he met a funeral' procession, when the old scene was enacted,!and he was told to say, “I hope there will nevjer be any more,” and so he continued on through a long series of difficulties. The parallel Ms perfect, and the consequences to the dffipe holders will be the same as to the boy, for the sover eign people are sure to chastise 'them politi cally. i | The five million loan bill of Minesota was carried at their recent election! ify a large majority, and their railroads are t'p be com menced by the Ist of June next at Stillwater, St. Paul, St. Anthony &c. The' letting will take place sometime between the i fifth of May and first of June, but I believe the exact day is not yet fixed. j ■; Our sportsmen have been having!fine times for the past five or six weeks shooting wild geese and ducks and catching trouj, pickerel &c. I wish I could send you of! each of the above, but as 1 cannot, you will please accept the wish and oblige p,' V. E. For Agifator. Ekoxvtlle, May Ist, 1858. Is it right to inflict capital punishment? Governments have a right to do[just what duty demands and no more. [ .As govern ments are instituted for the good] of the gov erned, governors must be bound ilo govern for their good ; that is, to perform all the gov ermental acts which the good of'ajl the gov erned require. : ! Non-resistants claim that human life is inviolate, which we deny. That would give the desperado power to take possession of al most any-village by erecting a scaffold and preparing himself with guns andlapamunilion to stand up and shoot every ma(n that ap peared in the street. j j- J Thr **'in has i|f the -t" 1 -* * -oat one man has i|ol the right to lake the life of another on his own responsibility, or by way of personal revenge we pdmit. VVe admit that human life is so far inviolate, that do man’s life can be taken unless it be for feited by the law of God, who is the author of life. On this point however [ shall not at tempt a labored argument, but qnily adduce a few plain portions of scripture; Gen, 4, 5 and 6: “And your blood of your lives will i require; at the hand of every lieasi will I require it, and at the hand of than, at the band of every man’s brother will I require the life of man.” “Whoso sheddjeth man’s blood by man shall his blood be shed.” This text is perfectly plain and fully sustains the position that the life of man may be taken Rates of Advertising. Advertisements will be charged 81 per square o fourteen lines, for one, or three insertions, and 35 cents Ibr every sohsequent fnserlion. AH advertise ments of less than fourteen lines considered as a equate. Tile following rales will be charged Ibr Quarterly, Half-Yearly and Yearly advertising:— 3 months. 6 months. 12 tno’s Square, (14 lines,) - $2 50 $4 SO 96 OO SSquares,. . . . 400 600 ' 800 J column, .... 1000 1500 ' 3000 column, - . . . -18 00 30 00 <0 00 All advertisements not having the number o? is. sertions marked upon them, will be kept in until or. dered oot. and charged accordinglv. Posters, Handbills, Bill,and Letter Heads,and all hinds of Jobbing done in country establishments executed neatly and promptly. Justices’, Conata.* bles’ and other BLANKS, constantly on hand and printed to order. NO.* XLL for wilful murder. It appears to be a princi pie settled by God himself, that he who wil fully takes away the life of his fellow being, by ihat act forfeits his own life. It is coo*' tended by some that the text is a mere pre*. diction that if man sheds the blood of hi* fellow, some oiher wicked man will shed his blood. In this sense the text is not true, al though it sometimes happens that a murderer is murdered in turn, but how few that commit murder ate themselves murdered. Should it be said that all taking of human life is included in the text; if we take into the account all executions in compliance with the civil law, then it will appear that those who shed man’s blood do generally have theirs shed in turn by man. In such case it woujd follow that the sheriff who hangs e man for murder in compliance with the law of the land is a murderer, and sheds man’s blood as much as Cain did when he slew his brother. This, I believe, is the theory of the non-resistant’s generally—that to hang a matt for murder is murder. - If this be so, to make the text true in this sense it must be shown that sheriff’s or hang men are generally hung in turn, or in some other way have their blood shed by man.— The Governor, Judge and Jury are all con cerned in the matter if indeed there is no case in which it is right to take life, and if all legal executions arc legal murders as non-- resistance teaches, in our republican govern, ment every man who voles for our law mak. ers is verily guilty of his brother’s blood.— The people in this country are responsible for the laws, and if legal executions are tour ers the people are responsible for murder. Taking this view of the subject it follows, if shedding man’s blood jn the sense of the first clause of the text, be to execute a man ac cording to law for the crime of murder, all who participate in the government and in any way sustain it are guilty of shedding man’s blood, and to make it true that “he who sheddeth man’s blood by man shall his blood be shed,” it made.to appear that all in the nation except non-resistants have their blood shed by man. This every one knows is not true, and hence it cannot be true that the text is to be understood as a prediction, but as a principle of the law of Jehovah, the author of life. The Nebraska City News of the 3d insl., contains a lohgaccount of the marriage of a Pawnee chief to’ a blood royal squaw of the Otoe tribe. The bridegroom was named Whitewater, and the bride Wah-mush-pe shinga. VVe extract the following : The chieftain’s daughter was elegantly dressed in a red flannel shirt with deep blue calico border, a checked apron, a summer killed buffalo robe, and a white felt hat. Her jewels were magnificent. From either auric ular depended bright ornaments of brass, tin and copper. VVe musl not omit to mention that Miss VVah-mush pe-shinga also wore a ‘red petti coat,’ embroidered according to a design of her own, with porcupine quills, representing a desperate dog fight. Her entire wardrobe could noi have cost less than six thousand dollars in Fqnlenelle! money. The bride groom was attired itp all the magnificence which his rank and Wealth demanded. He wore a standing shirt collar, a medal of Pres ident Pierce, a blue slraight-collared soldier coat, with brass buttons and an elegant pair of Spanish spurs while bis stalwart loins were admirably clothed in an ancient coffee sack. . Altogether the appearance of both the bride and the groom was appropriate to their high sphere in life. The most sumptuous feast awaited the guests at the residence of the bride’s father. It was spread in a camp-kettle and suspended over the fire that burned in the centre of that princely lodge- It consisted of young dog meal, very lender, blue corn and old dog meal, beaver tails and mule steak, fresh fish and sugar, making altogether, one of the most palatable and nourishing compounds that ever graced a royal camp-kettle. The horn-spoons of occidental luxury seldom con vey to the educated palate viands more tempt-, ing and delicious. As for drinks, corn-whis ky ; made of red pepper, tobacco plugs and rain water, together with molasses sweetened coffee, made up the list. * Humor in an Agricultural Society.— If we are to credit the Spjingfield Republi can, the managers of the Amherst (Mass.) Agricultural Society enjoyed a bit of fun in making up the commille on stock for their cattle show. If the several boards of judges do not perform their duties well it will certain ly be no fault of the managers. The Republican gives the following exam ples : “The Committee on cattle, upon the principle that “he who drives fat oxen should himself be fat,” was composed of eight gen tlemen'whose aggregate weight is over two thousand pounds! Then the committee on calves (most impudent selection !) was whol ly composed of members of the Legislature. The committe on fowls were several gentle men from several towns about here, all of them blessed with the name_of Fowle. But the happiest thing, and one that really had a good grain of satire in it, was the committee upon maple sugar. This was made up of “sweet hearts,” three ladies and three gentle men, who were known to be engaged to be married, being upon it.” “Why are there so few convicts in the Michigan Penitentiary this year?” asked Sam’s friend, a day or two since. “Why,” said Sam, they send them by the Pontiac Radrnod, and their lime expires be fore they g'-t there.” Amos Chapman. An Indian Wedding.
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