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BY S. B. EOW.
CLEARFIELD, PA., WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 11, 1857.
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CHOICE POETHY.
For tho 'RafUman's Journal."
The following Hpcs are not altogether origi
nal, but are in a great measure so. More than
one half the lines are entirely new matter, and
the others amended from a poem handed me
by an aged man. This aged friend was inter
ested in the verses lie handed me, but they
seemed defective in various ways, and greatly
wanting. In attempting to amend them, I
hare produced almost a new poem.
A I1YMX Or PKAISE TO GOD,
FOR HIS GOOOSE&S IN HATCRE.
INSCRIBED TO WM. TAQGART.
0 earth ! how beautiful thou art !
A thousand thin -3 to cheer the heart
Spontaneous from thy bos-iu start,
And draw our gouM abovo ;
By day or night, where'er wo roam,
The thinking heart is ne'er alone,
We hold communion with thy own
.Mysterious works of love.
Cnr Father : thou alone hnst given
All thirds in earth, nnd nir, and heaven :
" Tfco jjlorioc ran, th? stars of even'.
Ifcc cheerful light and shade ;
The sweet wild ilowers of early spring.
The counties? binta thut sweetly fin;;.
Each tree, each shrub, each living tiling
Thy bounteous hand huth niude
The sr-arkliug nil that springs to lij;ht.
From the wild rooky mountain's hcihL ;
Each stream, all tcautiou to the siht,
Each lake, nnd deep blue sf ;
F.ach f:wb that in their bosoms swims.
Each bird that o'er their surface tkims,
Each beast that laves it weary limbs,
All utter praise to thee.
The radiant sun, the source of liht,
And the pale moon that rule- the night,
And every star, with glory bright,
Around thy bltst abode.
And all the planets as thry run,
In golden circles round the bun.
Proclaim thee Nod. the lioly One,
Ike merciful, the good.
The evening dews, the gentle rain.
The blcatii.g flocks, the golJen grain,
Tb9 treasures of the earth and main,
On U3 thou didst bestow:
Fummer and winter, spring and fall,
Come,0. our Father! at thy call:
' And we would at thy foot-tool fall,
And give t'uue worship due.
The star that ushers in the day,
1 he opening flower of golden ray.
The bird that carols forth its lay,
All sing thy good ners. Lord ;
And shall iiot m.iu. whose days and weeks
Thy goodness and thy mercy keens
O ! iihall not innn, who merey seeks,
ting to thy name, adored ?
Great is thy name, or.d thon we bless
For all thy love nnd faithfulness,
And all thy goodness we profess
In nil thy works to see.
Sweet is the world, but sweeter still
That rect prepared on Zion's Hill,
To see tLy fa-e, and do thy will.
And live, and rcin with theo.
Then let thy woiks our thought? employ,
And fill thou every heart with joy,
Let uo harsh discord e'er destroy
1 he sweet, symphonious song ;
But let exulting praiso ari.
And bursting svi-g ascend the skies,
Until the gates of Parauisa
Kereivo the joyful throng!
JIarrishnrr, Jan. 2?th. VUll. J. J. II.
THE IH NBAND S REVENGE.
A TALE OF THE CONFESSIONAL.
In the MagdalcneChurch at Girneuti,(a town
of Sicily, in the Valdi Mazzira, and tho site
of the ancient Agrigouin,t'io magnificent ruins
f which are still to be seen,) preparations had
been made for a grand festival. It was adorn
ed as usual on such occasions, with red tapes
try and flowers. The hour of uooa had struck,
the workmen bad lelt the church, and there
"reigned around the deep, solemn stillness
which, in Catholic places of worship, is so ap
propriate and so imposing.
Two gentlemen, who conversed in a low tone
of voice, were pacing up and down the long
aisle that runs along the northern side of the
building, and seemed to bo enjoying the shade
and cooiness of the church, us if it hud been
a public promciiale. The elder was a man a
bout thirty years of age, stout, broad shoul
dered, and strongly built, with a grave coun
tenance, in which no trace of passion was vis
ible, this was Don Antonio Carracciolo, Mar
quis d'Arena. The ether, who seemed a mere
youth, had a slender, graceful figure, an ani
. mated, handsome face, and dark eyes, soft al
most as those of a woniMi, which wandered
from side to side with approving glances, as if
be had some peculiar interest in the interior
of the sacred edifice. And such he certainly
bad, for he was the architect who had planned
the church and superintended its erection.
He was called Giulio Balzetti, and bad only
lately returned from Kome. Suddenly they
Stopped.
"I shall entrust you with a secret which I
think will amuse you, Signor Martinis," said
the younger man, in the easy, intimate tones
In which one speaks t' u friend at whose house
one is a daily visitor "a secret with which I
believe, no one is acquainted but myself.
You see the effects of acoustics, which some
times play us builders strange tricks when we
least expect or wish them. Chance, a mere
accident, has revealed to me that when one
stands here here upon this white marble slab
oue cn distinctly overhear every syllable
even of the lowest whisper utterd far from this,
yonder, where ycu may observe the second
last confessional; while, in a straight point
betweea this and that, you would not be sen
sible of any sound were you even much near
er the place. If you will remain standing here
I will go yonder to the confessional in ques
tion, and ou will be astonished at this miracle
of nature."
lie weut accordingly, but scarcely had ha
movedthe ditfinee of a coopl of steps when
the Mai quia distinctly heard a whisper, the
subject of which seemed to make a strong im
pression upon him. lie stood as rigid and
marble-white as if suddenly turned to stone
by some magician's band ; while the painful
anxious attention with which he listened, and ,
which was expressce in his otherwise stony
features, gave evidence that he was hearing
something of excessive importance. IIo did
not move a muscle be scarcely breathed he
was like one who is standing on the extreme
verge of an abyss, into which lie is afraid of
falling, and his rolling eyes and beating heart
alone gave signs of his violent agitation.
In a very few minutes the young architect
came back smiling, and called out trom a lit
tle distance, "I could not manage to make the
experiment, for some one was in the confes
sional from the glimpse I got, a lady closely
veiled but heavens! what is the matter with
you V
The only answer which the Marquis gsve the
Italian was to place his finger on his mouth,
and he continued to stand motion!v"s. After
a minute or two be drew a deep sigh. The
statue passed out o its speechless magic
trance, and returned again to Iie.
"It. is nothing, dear Giulio," said he in a
friendly tone. "Do not think that I am super
stitious, but L assure you that this mysterious
and wonderful natural ihenomenoti has taken
me so much by surprise that it has had a
Mrango effect upon me. Come, let us go ! I
shall recover myself in the fresh air," he ad
ded, as he took Balzetti's arm, and led him to
the promenade on the outside of the town.
The two gnntlemcn walked up and down there
for about au hour, when the Marquis bade the
young man adieu, saying at the same time,
"To-morrow, atter the festival is over will you
come out as usual to our villa ?"
At a very eaily hour the next morning, the
Marquis entered his wife's private suite of a
partments. The waiting. maid, who just at
that moment was coming into the ante-room
by another door, started, and looked quite as
tounded. 'Did your lady ring ?" assed the Marquis.
"Xo, your excellency !" replied the woman,
curteseyins low and coloring violently.
'Then wait till j ou are called," said the
Marquis, as he opened the door of the dressing
room which sepcrated the sleeping-room from
the ante-chambor.
As he crossed the threshold he was met by
his lovely young wife, attired in a morning
gown SO light und flowing that it looked as If
it must have been the one in which she had a
risen from her couch. The Marquis stopped
and stood still, as if struck with his wife's ex
treme beauty, lie did not appear to observe
the uneasinesSjJthe inward tempest of feelings
that, chasing all the blood from her cheeks had
sent it to her heart, and caused its beating to
be too plainly visible under the robe of slight
fabric Which was thrown around her.
"You are up early this morning. Antonio!"
said the young Marchioness, in a scarcely au
dible tone of voice, with a deepening blush
and a forced smile. "What do you want here V
"Could you bo surprised, my Lauretta!
light of my eyes !" said the Marquis in the
blaudest and most insinuating of accents
"could j'ou be surprised if I came both early
and late And yet, dearest, this morning my
visit is not to you alone. You know to-day is
the Feast of the Holy Magdalene, and a great
festival in the Church. I have taken it into my
head to usher in this day by paying my tribute
of admiration to the glorious Magdalene of
Titian,which you had placed in your own sleep
ing apartment. Will you permit me V be
asked, very politely, as with slow steps, but
in a very determined manner, he walked to
ward the door.
'Everything is really in such sad disorder
there," said his young w ife.with a rapid glance
at the half open door ; "but . . go s'uee
you will. I shall begin making my toilet here
in the meantime."
And he went in.
"How charming!" ha cried in a peculiar
tone of voice "how charming is not all this
disorder ! This graceful robe thrown careless
ly down these fairy slippers ! There is some
thing that awakens the fancy something de
licious In tho very air of this room ! All this
is absolutely poetry."
His searching look fastened itself upon the
snow white couch. the silken coverlet of which
was drawn up and spread out, but could not
entirely conceal the outline of a human fi
gure, lying as flat as possible, evidently in the
endeavor to escape observation.
"I will sit down awhile," said the Marquis,
in the cheerful voice of a person who dias no
unpleasant thought in bis mind, "aud contem
plate this master work."
As he said this he took up n pillow, its white
covering trimmed with wide lace, and laid it
on the f-pot where he thought tho face of the
concealed person must be, and placed himself
upon it w ith all the weight of his somewhat
bulky figure, whilst be placed his righhand
upon tho chest of the reclining form, and pres
sed on it with all bis force.
Without heeding tho involuntary, frightful,
and convulsive heaving the death throes of
of bis wretched victim, the Marquis exclaim
ed, in a calm, firm voice:
"How beautifully that picture Is finished!
Uow iioble and chaste does not ihe lovely pan
itent look, all sinner as the was, with her rich
golden locks waving over that neck, and those
shoulders whiter than alabaster, while these
grateful hands are clasped, and these contrite
tearful eyes seem gazing up yonder,whence a
lone mercy and pardon can be obtained ! One
could almost become a poet in gazing on so'
splendid a work of art. But ah ! I never had
tho happy talent of an improvisatore. In
place, therefore, of poetizing, I will tell you
something that happened yesterday. Our lit
tle friend Giulio Balzetti took mu round tho
Magdalene Church.andwhilst wo were wander
ing about, pointed out a spot to me, and bid
me stand quite still there, telling me that there
might be overheard what was said at another
spot at some distance in the church. Aud he
was right. At that other spot stood the con
fessional Xo. G. I hardly placed myself on the
marble flag indicated to me than I heard a
charming voice God knows who it was speak
ing but she was confessing the sorrows of her
heart and her little sins to the holy father.
She bad a husband, she said, whom she loved
yes, she loved him, and he loved her, and
left her much at liberty ;'ia shrt, she gave
the husband credit for all sorts of-'good quali
ties, but, unfortunately, she had fallen in love
with another man She did not mention bis
name. I should like to have heard it. .He
j;ust be one of our handsome young cavaliers
ubout the town. And this other loved her too
she could not help it poor thing and so she
found room for him in her heart as well as for
her husband. The other one was so hand
some, so pleasing, so fascinating ! . . Well
. . . . if her husband did not know what
was goiug on he could not be vexed, aud it
would do him no harm. So she had promised
to admit the lover early this morning. Do you
hear This is what the French dames call
"jianscr srs, ciypricct." At last the begged the
good priest to give her an absolution before
hand. And he did so: he gave her the abso
lution ! What do you think of this, my love i"
said tho Marquis, as he rose from the couch
where all was now still as death. "Well," he
continued in a jocular tone, "our worthy
priests are almost too complaisant and indul
gent at least most of them. Our old Father
Gregorie, however, would have taken you to
task ..fter a diflbrent fashion, if you . .
He broke off abruptly, while he quietly laid
the pillow iu its own place and deliberately
turned down the embroidered coverlet. It was
the architect Giulio Balzetti whom the Mar
quis beheld : he had ceased to breathe.
"Ilavo you btrcu to confession, lately, my
Latira?" asked tho Marquis.
There was no answer.
"Is it long since you have been to confes
sion ?" he asked, in a louder and sterner
voice.
'Xo," replied the young woman in the low
est possible tone.
"Appropos," said the Marquis, as he cover
ed the frightfully distorted and blue face of the
corpse with the coverlet, "shall we go to the
grand festival at the church to day. The pro
cession begins at exactly twelve. I shall or
der the carriage we really must not miss it."
lie returned to the dressitig room. The
Marchioness was sitting in a largo cushioned
lounging chair, the dark tresses of her hair
hanging negligently down, her lips and
cheeks as pale as death, and her bauds resting
listlessly on her lap.
'What is tho matter, my dear child V asked
the Marquis, inwardly triumphing at her dis
tress, but with fair and friendly word rpon bis
lips. "You have risen too early, my little
Laura; and you also fatigued yourself in try
ing to dress without assistance. Where is I'i
petta? I shall ring for her now." He pulled
the bell rope approaching bis wife slightly
kissed her brow and then left her apartments.
At mid day, w hen all the bells' of tho churches
were pealing, the Marquis' splendid state car
riage, with four horses adorned with gilded
trappiugs, stood before the gate of his palace,
and a crowd of richly dressed pages, footmen
and grooms, were in waiting there. Present
ly tho Marquis appeared in bis brilliant court
costume, with glittering stars on his breast,
his hat in one hand, whilst w ith the other he
led his young and beautiful, but deadly pale
wife. With the utmost attention he handed
her down the marble steps, and while her coun
tenance looked as cold and stony as that of a
statue, his eyes flashed with a fire unusual to
them. The servants hurried forwards, the car
riage door w-as opened, tho noble pair entered
-it, and it drove ofT towards the town. In the
crowded streets the foot passengers turned
round to gaze at it, aud exclaimed to each oth
er, "There go a happy couple I"
The architect had diiapjeared. Xo one sus
pected that on the day of the grand festival he
lay dead a blue and terrible looking corpse
amidst boots and shoes, at the bottom of a
noble young dame's wardrobe ; or that, the fol
lowing night, without shroud or coffin, his
body was secretly transported by tho lady's
faithful servants to a neighboring mountain,
and there thrown into a deep' cave. But the
1 Kly paid a largo sum to the conveut of the
Magdalene for the sake of lTis soul's repose.
The monk Gregorie tho accommodating
and favorite confessor ot the fashionable world
was also soon after missing. But he was
not dead he lingered for some years in a sub
terranean prison belongiug to a monastery of
oiiflofthe strictest omers; a punisunieiu iu
which be bad been condemned through the in
fluence of the Msrquis d'Artns.
That tho confessional No. 6 was removed,
will be easily believed.
The Marquis never alluded to these events j
beforo his wife. When they appeared in pub- j
lie together, as also in society at his owu home, j
bo treated ber with respect, often with atten
tion. But he never again spoke to her in pri-'
vate, nor did he ever enter those apartments
wi.ich had once been the scene of so dreadful
a tragedy.
THE WAY TO READING. "j
'Hello, friend, can you tell me the way to
Heading ?" inquired a down eastcr of a Penn
sylvania Dutchman tho other day, whom ho
found hard at work beside the road a few miles
from lieadiug.
"O, yaw, I could tell you so besser as any
body. You must first turn de barn round, de
pritch over, and de brook up stream, den do
first house you bees kum to ish my proder
Hans' big barn : dat ish de biggest house dera
ish on dis road ; it ish eighteen feet von way,
and eighteen feet back agin. My proder Hans
thought to thatch it mit shingles, but .be sold
dein.and den he shingled it mit straw and
clapboard it mit rails ; after you go by my
proder Hans' big barn, de next house you ish
kum to ish a hay shtack of corn-6talks, bilt of
straw, but you must not stop dere too. Den
you goes along till you kum to tree roads, you
take any of dem tree roads and den you git
lost right avay. Den you must git over de
fence into a great big pig pen mitout any fence
around it. Den you take de road upon your
right shoulder, and go down ash far ash do
pritch, den you turn right back agin. Yen
you ish kuniin back, you kum by a house dat
stands right along side of a leetle yaller dog.
lie runs out and says pow-w ow-wow, so he dtiz,
aud bites a little bit out of your leg, den he
runs and shumps into an empty pig pen dat
hash four sheep in it. Den you look vay up
on de bill down in de swamp dere, and you
sees aplue white house painted red, mit two
frontdoors on de back side; veil, dere ish
vere my proder Hans lives, and ho vould tell
you so besser as I could. I don?t know."
"Wall, I swow, by hokee, mister, you're
about as mcllcrgent as aunt Jemimy ; but I
reckon as how you don't know her though,
she's dumb. But I say you, why don't yeou
digoutthem pesky weeds, hey! say?" in
quired the Yankee.
"(), dear me, I hash had very bad luck.
Von or two days next veek, mine proder Hans'
pumpkins broke into mine pig patch, and ven
I drove dem home, every tarn leetle pumpkin
in de field ketch up von leetle piece of pig in
its mouth, and den dey run through de Divel
as if der brush-fence was after dem, and a post
stumbled over me, and I'm almost kilt, I am."
Yankee "Whew! yeou don't say so?"
"Den I tinks as how I must take me avifc,
so I goes to Beading, amU tells Katy if she
would take me for worse as besser, and she ask
me yaw. So I takes her home, and eat seven
quarts of 60ur krout, aud went to bed well e
nough, but de morning she shunipt up tead !
She vas a very heavy loss ; she weigh more as
dree hundred and seventy pounds. Den my
leetle boy takes sick, aud go tied. O ! I'd
rader giv up tree shillings as to have that hap
pen, be was so Hit as butter. Den my bens
kum home mit dere ears split, aud de hogs all
kum home mit nine of dem missin."
Yankee "Wall, I pity your loss, but I think
yeou give a 'hard' kind o' description o' th'
way to Heading. "
WASHINGTON GOSSIP.
Mr. Bucuanas. Mr. Buchanan has now
been in Washington a little more than a week,
and is, of course, the man of the time. His
movements have been watched by the politi
cians and correspondents with the utmost in
terest. They are, however, not equal to the
occasion. Mr. Buchanan has not been a poli
tician all his lifo for nothing, rie is not a
whole Bourbon, for a Bourbon never learns nor
forgets anything. Mr. Buchanan never forgets,
but he keeps posted in the movements and
twistings of the politicians from day to day.
Vikhima Claims. A correspondent says
that Governor Wise, of Virginia, has been on
hand, and shoals of Virginia politicians are a
bout the capital. Editors, to seek an interest
in the new organ ; ex-members of Congress
and editors in pursuit of foreign missions to
France, Naples, St. Petersburg, orTimbucto.
All sorts of stories are told of Wise; that he
protests against Hunter; assails Walker, Cobb,
Bright, Sli Jell and Forney vows eternal war
if cither is taken into the Cabinet. There is
a good deal of bosh in all this.
Fornly's Chasces. There is a good deal
said of Forney's chances. He is spoken ot for
Postmaster General. There is too much"" op
position to him. It is not believed he w ill get
the place. The opposition comes from the
South. Forney, however, will be taken care of.
E5"It is related by the celebrated historian
neiodotus that Histaus, the Milesian, beiug
detained a prisoner by Darius, and all corres
pondence being interdicted, he shaved a man's
bead, wrote a dispatch upon it, and kept the
man out of sight till his hair was grown. The
living letter was tlmn sent, ari tho person to
whom it was addressed, upon shaving the mes
senger's head, found the news there inscribed.
C-'i5'y hoy, why don't your mother mend j
your pants I", 'Cause she's to buy ma-j
king clothes for th htthyn." j
RASCALITY ABOUNDING.
The Gospel is preached to the people regu
larly, all over our country religious papers
and magazines are circulated in families, and
mauy valuable persons set good examples be
fore the world but notw ithstanding all this,
and more, observation teaches us, that lascal
ity abounds in all classes of society. Petty
thefts are daily committed such as robbing
money drawers, stealing clothes, and dry
goods, chickens, ducks, corn, and other eata
bles. Strolling vagabonds, dealing in counter
feit money, and diseased horses, are all over
the country. Gamblers, travelling and -local,
and resident rogues, are all on the aleit. Pious
villains, w ith faces as sanctified as the moral
law, are keeping false acconnts and swearing
to them, for the sake of gain. Whiskey shops
are selling by ho small, in violation of the law.
Drug Stores are trainiug up drunkards in high
life, and affording facilities for Sabbath drink
ing, which can be had no where else. The
rich are oppressing the poor, and the poor are
content to live in rags and idleness. Country
dealers in produce, come to town aud exact
two prices for all they have to sell, and the
owners of real estate in towns are asking doub
le rents, to the injury of business, and the
growth of towns. Banks and Corporations,
intended for the public good, have their favor
ites, and are partial in the dis:tibution of
favors. Families persecute anil envy each
other. Individuals slander their betters. Per
sons of low origin put on airs, and falsely pre
tend to be more than they are. Cheating and
misrepresentation, are the order of the day,
generally. In politics, there is very little pa
triotism or love of country, while detnagogues
seek to mislead, and build up their own for
tunes at the hazard of ruining tho country.
In religion, there is mofe hypocricy than
grace, and the biggest scoundrels living crowd
into the Church, with a view to cloak their
rascally designs, and more effectually to serve
the Devil!
In a word, rascality abounds, among all clas
ses, and in all countries. The Devil is stalk
ing abroad in open day-light, without the pre
caution to dress himself! And if the present
generation of men, could see themselves in
the Gospel Glass, they are as black as He'd !
Parson Brownlvw.
The Gibl in Bed: or the Serenade that
Missed Fire. Cassius M. Clay tells the fol
lowing: During the late political canvass,
Burlingame and himself occupied adjoining
rooms at the Bates House, Indianapolis. "At
a late hour, one evening," says he, "I was in
B's room aud both of us were somewhat elated
with the popular enthusiasm. We were, as
soldiers are wont to do, fighting our battles
over again, when a fine band, right opposite
my room, poured o'er the sea or night floods
of soul-stirring music. 'Clay, you are honor
ed,' says B., 'go and acknowledge the compli
ment.' With due diffidence I excused myself,
when, as I had anticipated, the band broke
forth anew in strains of heroic melody in front
of the room occupied by B. I have you now.'
said 1, 'now give 'em a srntimcnt.' 'No;
you,' said B. Well,' said I, 'both together;'
so locking arms, with an air of intense digni
ty, we walked out upon the balcony, and in a
faltering voice, I commenced : 'Indiana, Mas
sachusetts and Kentucky triple sisters may
they ever be true to the family union 1' The
leader of the band, after a pause, with a thick
tongue, inquired, Who are you 7' 'Clay and
Burlingame,' said I. The h-11 you are !' said
be in reply; and then, in an undertone ad
dressed to his followers, concluded: tBoy's,
if 3 not the Girl in Red .'
Effect of Pumtkis Seed ox Cattle. A.
correspondent J. B. Freeman of the Aeu;
England Farmer describes the evil effects of
pumpkin seed, m rendering milch cows dry.
He says be bad been led to believe that they
were good for feeding milch cows, and com
menced to feed them out to a cow at the rate
of half a bushel per day. . "At that time," he
says, "she was giving about eight quarts of
milk per day, but instead of this increasing
the quantity, it diminished it. I increased the
feed to a btiihel per day ; still there was a de
crease in the quantity of milk until the pump
kins froze up, when she did not give but tout
quarts per day. The cow did not fatten, and
the reason for the decrease in the quantity of
milk, I could iu no way account for. I then
took out all the seeds, when, lo, the change !
instead of five quarts of milk per day, I got
nearly nine in a short time."
Tns Okigi.v of Wheat. The origin of
wheat which we now cultivate, is involved in
considerable obscurity. Nowhere is it found
to exist native. In a paper in tho Edinburgh
Rcr.ew, the author of it takes the ground that
all our common cereals have been developed,
by cultivation, from grains having, in their
natural state, scarcely any resemblance to
those now cultivated, and he asserts that the
particular plant from which w heat has origina
ted, is a grass growing wild on the shores of
the Mediterranean, and known to botanists by
the name of ailops. If this is true, it will af
ford some clue to solve tho question, "does
wheat ever become cheat."
' Trees are migratory in their habits, for
wherever they may winter, they are sure to
leave in the spring nott 9t tba Tjy polit
ad foiled of4i
SPIRIT OF THE PRESS.
A Lessox. The success of our friends tn
the election of General Cameron, says th
Lebanon Courier, should be a lesson to them
from which to draw wisdom for future action.
The preliminaries for the Senatorial election
were most excellently managed ; and why wer
they ao 7 Simply because there was entira
unity and concert among our friends. There
was a desire, honest and sincere, for co-operation,
and a determination to succeed, if possi
ble. With this desire and this determination,
they merited success; and they achieved it I
Let tho lesson taught by this success Dot b
b.st upon us for the future. We can win fu
ture battles by just such policy as character
ized the Senatorial . election ; that is, by uni-
ted and brotherly effort. We trust that the
day of the disorganize!' ascendancy acuobg
us has passed that we have learned from sad
experience that to follow the leal of factiua
ists but tends to defeat.
An election' for Governor is approaching
and it deserves our attention. We can carry
the State next fall, if we are true to ourselves,
to our priuciples and to our party. In the fu
ture w o want no more tradiug with intriguers,
no more attempts to conciliate the leaders of
factions. Let broad, liberal, national princi
ples be laid down, let us stand boldly upon
them, and at ouce declare that he who is cot
for us is against us. Pennsylvania is ready
for this. Our people are sick of the swagger
ing of "leaders" who can't control a corpo
ral's guard, but who are eternally up for sale.
We know very well that there are still a fatv
men in the State who will try to keep nn a fac
tion so that they can sell out to the highest bid
der. We want to see such receive no consid
eration from the party with which we act. If
we can't succeed without them, we can't with
them. If they are permitted to stand in tho
relation to us of "a w ing of the party," they
will do infinitely more harm than good. If
they are not willing to be embodied in our or
ganisation, let them be told frankly and plain
ly to seek other markets for their wares. Such
men can carry no material strength with them.
Their importance is only magnified by defer
ence. Their selfishness and want of principle
entitle them to no consideration; and they
should receive none. This class of men sac
rificed Pennsylvania, at the last election, and
lost us the President. Let us be careful not
to have their treachery repeated on us.
But it is cheering and a good angury to wit
ness the unity of our members of the Legisla
ture. They stand shoulder to shoulder liko
veterans, whose hearts are in their cause.
There has been none of that littleness of am
bition displayed by them which would sacrifice
everything for the leadership for personal ad
vancement. We hope to see that spirit con
tinued. No man should be allowed to stand
in the way of the party's success. The mot
to, "principles before men," is an excellent
one, and one that we should cultivate. Its
ascendancy in this Stale will establish the as
cendancy of our party. .
The Committee and Coxtesttos Ncisaxci.
The Reading Joarna,al'ter alluding to the calls
for State Conventions of the various elements
opposed to Locofocoisra, and presuming that
side doot" Sanderson.who it thinks ts a dead
cock in the pit, would be the next customer
to revive the row, says : "Now. as the fools
are not all dead yet, and any disorganizer can
call a Convention, to which other disorganizert
may possibly respond, we do hope that all sen
sible men, who have our success at heart, will
set their faces against any and every effort id
get up a meetiug, or Convention, or Council,
in w Inch the tr hole body of the ant i-Locqfjco for
ces is not represented. We roust act as a unit,
or there is no use to act at all. The misera
ble humbug of a division of forces for the
benefit of small potato politicians, has been
kept up quite long enough. More than this,
it is time for the Opposition newspaper press,
who have fought the good fight against Loco
focoism, shoulder to shoulder, in past cam
paigns, to speak out against this Committee
and Convention nuisance. We want no Con
vention unless it is a Convention cf the Peo
ple no candidate but a People's candidate
no ticket but a People's Ticket. Our friends
feel the necessity for a consolidation cf our
forces just as much as w e do, and look to the
press to bring it about. Shall we disappoint
them 1 Wc declare ourselves independer.t cf
all parties but the party which co&l-iaes tf.e
whole, if pos.-ible, or at all events ? grtst
mass of the Opj osL'ion force, and is disponed,
and best able to free tLe country or tLe State
from Locofoco niisrul. That is the party to
which we belong."
CorxrcR blast to Tobacco. -Mr. Solly, tho
eminent writer on the brain, aaya, in a late
clinical lecture on that frightful and foraida
ble malady, softening of the brain. "I w ..i.t
csution you, as students, from exec,, j
nsa or tobacco and smoking, aad tvocld ad
vise you to disabuse your uati ..
the idea that it is harmless. I have had a large!
experience of brain disease, and I am
riow that smoking is a most obnoxk-i-a hUi.
I know of no ctr.er cauas or agent that tends
sojruch to bring on fnncriotiaS disease, and
through this, in tfce end, to lead to organic
diseases of the brala. euMi-re use of to.
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