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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
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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.