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BY S. B. ROW.
CLEARHELD, PA., WEDNESDAY, JULY 11, 1860.
VOL. G.-JYO, 46.
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OLD A WD NEW THINGS. r
When iny good mother was a girl
Say thirty year agd-
Young ladies then knew how to knit
- As well as how to sew. - -Toang
ladies' then could spin and weave,- ;"
-. - Could bake, and brew, and sweep ; -
i Could sing and play, and dance and paint,
- And eould a secret keep.
,! Toung ladies then were beautiful
jit ny beauties now
. Tet they could rake the new mown hay,
Or milk the "brindle ow."
Young ladies then wore bonnets, too,
And with them their own hair ;
They made them from their own good straw,
And pretty, too, they were.
Young ladies then wore gowns with sleeves
Which would just hold their arms ;
And did not have as many yards
As acres in their farms.
Young ladies then oft fell in love,
And married too. the men ;
While men with willing heart3 and true,
Loved them all back again.
Young ladies now can knit and sew,
And read a pretty book :
Can sing and paint, and joke and quia,
Hat cannot bear to cook
Young ladies now can blithely spin
Of streetarn many a spool ;
And weave a web of scandal, too,
And dye it in the wool.
Young ladies pow ean bake their hair,
Can brew their own cologne ;
In borrowed plumage often shine,
While they neglect their own.
And as to secrets, who would think
Fidelity a pearl ?
None but a modest littlo miss,
Perchance' country girl.
Youngladies now war lovely curls,
, What pity they should buy them ;
And then their bonnets heavens! they
Fright the beau that ventures nigh them.
Then as to gowns. I've heard it said
They'll hold a dozen men ;
And jf you once get in their sleeves .
. You'll ne'er get out again.
fed love is changed" from what it ws
-. Although true iQvie is known ;
Tis .wealth adds lustre to the cheek,
Atd melts the heart of stone,
-Thus time works wonders; young and old
Confess his magic power : -Beauty
will fade ; but virtue proves
. Purs gold in man's last hour.'
WIDOW COBB'S FIRST LOYE !
' BT H ART W. 8. GIBSON.
The Arc cracked cheerfully on the broad
hearth of the old farm bouse kitchen, a cat and
three kittens basked in the warmth, and a de
crepid yellow dog lying full in the reflection
.f the blaze, wrinkled hid black nose appro
vingly, aa he turned liis hind feet where his
fore leet had been. Over the chimney hung
everal fine hams and pieces of dried beet.
Apples were fastened along the ceiling, and
crooked necked squashes vied with red pep
pers and slips of dried pumpkins, in garnish
ing each windev." frame. " There were plants,
too, on the window ledges horse-shoe gera
niums, and dew plants, and u monthly rose
just blooming, to say nothing ol pots oi violets
that perfumed the whole place whenever they
took it into their purple heads to bloom. The
lloor was carefully swept the chairs had not
m speck of dirt upon leg or round the long
settee near the fire-place shone as if it had
been just newly varnished, and the eight day
clock in the corner had had its face newly
washed, and seemed determined to tick loud
er lor it. Two arm chairs were drawn np at a
cozy distance from the hearth and each other,
a candle, a newspaper, a pair of spectacles, a
dUh of red cheeked apples and a pitcher of
cider, filled a little table between them. In
me of these chairs sat a comfortable looking
woman about forty-five, with cheeks as red as
the apples, and eyes as dark as they had ever
been, resting her elbow on the table, and her
head upon her hand, and looking thoughtfully
Into the fire. This was Widow Cobb 'relic'
of Deacon Levi Cobb, who had been moulder
ing into dust in the Bytown churchyard for
more than sven years. She was thinking of
her dead husband, possibly because all her
work being done and the servants gone to bed
the sight of his empty chair at the other
side of the table, and the silence of the room,
made her a little lonely.
"Seven years," so the widow's reverie ran.
"It seems aa it it were more than fifty and
yet I don't look so very old either. Perhaps
its not having any children to bother my life
as other people have. They may say what
they like children are more plague than prof
It that's my opinion. Look at my sister Je
rusha, with her six boys. She's worn to a
ihadow,and I'm sure they have done it, though
she never will own it."
The widow took an spple from the dish and
began to pee! it.
How dreadful fond Mr. Cobb nsed to be of
these grafts. He never will cat any more of
them, poor fellow, for I don't suppose they
have apples where he has gone, lleigho I I
remember very well how I nsed to throw ap
ple pearings over my head when I was a girl,
to see who I was going to marry."
Mrs. Cobb stopped short and blushed. For
in those days she did not know Mr. Cobb,
and was always looking eagerly to see if the
peel had formed a capital "S." Her medita
tions took a new turn.
"Ilow handsome Sam Payson was ! and how
much I nsed to care about him. I wonder
what has become of him! Jerusba aays he went
away from our village just afier I did and no
one has ever heard of hint since. And what a
silly thing that quarrel was! If it bad not
been for that
Here came a long pause, during which the
widow looked very steadfastly- at the empty
rm-cnair or Levi Cobb, deceased. Her Un
gcra played carelessly with the atDle paring s
aba drew it softly towards her, and looked
aronna toe room.
"Upon my word it is very redicalous, and I
don't know what the neighbors would say if
iney aaw me."
Still the plump fingers drew the red peel
nearer ana nearer.
"But then they can't see me, that's a com
fort, and the cat and Old Bowse never will
know what it means. Of course I don't be
lieve anything about it."
The paring hung gracefully from her band.
. "But then I should like to try it; it would
seem like old times, and "
' Over her bead it went and curled op quietly
on the floor at a little distance. Old Bowse,
who always slept with one eye open, saw it
fall, and went deliberately up to smell it.
"Bowse Bowse don't touch it," cried bis
mistress, and bending over it with a beating
heart, she turned as red as fire. There was as
handsome a capital S' as any one could wish
to see. A loud knock came suddenly at the :
door. Bowse growled and the widow scream
ed, and snatched up the apple paring.
fit's Mr. Cobb it's his spirjt come back a
gain, becanse I tried that silly trick," she
thought fearfully to herself.
Another knock louder than the first, and a
man's voice exclaimed : "Ililloa, the house !"
"Who is it 7" asked the widow somewhat
revived to find that the departed Levi was still
safe in his grave upon the hill-side.
"A stranger," said tho voice."
, "What do you want 1"
"To get lodging for the night.'
The widow deliberated.
"Can't yon go on ? there's a house about
half a mile distant, if you keep to the right
hand side of the road and turn to the left af
ter you get by "
"Its raining cats and dogs, and I'm very
delicate," said the stranger, coughing. "I'm
wet "to the skin don't yon think you can ac
commodate me I don't mind sleeping on the
floor."
"Raining is it ? I didn't know that," and
the kind-hearted little woman unbarred the
door very quickly. "Come in whoever you
be I only asked you to go on because I am a
lone woman, with only one servant in the
hon3e."
The stranger entered shaking himself like
a Newfoundland dog upon the step, and scat
tering a little shower of drops over his hostess
and her nicely swept floor.
"Oh that looks comfortable after a man
has been out for hours in a storm," he said,
as he caught the sight of the fire, and striding
along toward the hearlh, followed by Bowse,
who sniffed suspiciously at his heels, he sta
tioned himself in the arm-chair Mr. Cobb's
arm-chair which had been kept sacred to
his memory for seven years. The widow was
horrified, but her guest looked so weary and
worn, that she could not ask bim to move, but
busied herself in stirring up the blaze that he
might the sooner dry his clothes. A new
thought struck her; Mr. Cobb had worn a
comfortable dressing gown during his illness,
which stiif hung in the closet at the right.
She could not let this poor man catch his
death by sitting in his wet coat if be was in
Cobb's chair, why not be in Cobb's wrap
per ' She wenfnimbly to the closet, took it
down, fished out a pair of slippers from the
boot-rack below, and brought them to him.
"I think you had better take off your coat
and boots; you will have the rheumatic fever
or something like' it if you don't. Here are
some things to wear while they are drying.
And yon must be hungry, too; I will go into
the pantry and get you something to eat."
She bustled away, "on hospitable thoughts
Intent," and the stranger made the exchange
with a quizzical smile playing around his lips.
He was a tall, well form .-d man, with a bold
bat handsome face, sunburned and heavily
bearded, and looked anything but "delicate,"
though his blue eyes glanced out from under
a forehead as white as the snow. lie loSked
around the kitchen with a mischievous air, and
stretched out bis feci before h'.rr, decorated
with the defunct Deacon Cobb's slippers.
'Upon my word, this is stepping into the
old man's shoes with a vengeance. And what
a hearty good-humored, good looking woman
she is ! Kind as a kitten," and he leaned for
ward and stroked the cat and her brood, and
then patted old Bowse upon the head. The
widow bringing in sundry things, looked pleas
ed ut his attention to her dumb friends.
'It's a wonder Bowse don't growl i he gen
erally does if strangers touch him. Dear me
how stupid."
Tho last remark was neither addressed to
tho stranger nor to the dog, but to herself.
She had forgotten that the littlo stand was
not empty and there was no room on it for
the things she held.
"Oh, I'll manage it," said the guest, gather
ing up paper, candles, apples and spectacles
(it was not without a little pang that she saw
them in his hand, for they had been the Dea
con's and were placed each night, like the
arm-chair, beside her) and depositing-them
on the settee.
"(jrive me t lie table cloth, ma am; i can
spread it as well as any woman. I've learned
that along with scores of other things in my
wanderings. Now let me relievo you of those
dishes ; they are far too heavy for those little
hands j" (the widow blushed ;)"and now please
sit down with mo, or 1 cannot cat a morsel.
"I had supper long ago, but really I think
I can take something more," said Mrs. Cobb,
drawing ber chair nearer to the table.
"Of course you can, my dear lady in this
cold autumn weather, people ought to cat
twice as much as they do in warm. Let me
give you a piece of this ham your own cu
ring, I dare say."
"Yes; my poor husband was very fond of
it. He used to say that no one understood
curing ham and drying beef better than I."
"He was a sensible man, I am sure. I drink
your health in this cider."
He took a long draught, and set down his
glass.
"It is like nectar."
Tho widow was feeding Bowse and the cat,
(who, thought they were entitled to a share of
every meal eaten in the house.) and did not
quite hear what ho said. I fancy she would
hardly have known what "nectar" was so it
was quite as well.
"Fine dog, ma'am and a pretty cat."
Tbey were my husband's favorites," aud
sigh followed the answer. ,
"Ah your husband must havo been a very
happy man." . .
The blue eyes looked at her -so long that
she grew flurried.
"Is there anything more I can get you,sir V
she asked at last.
"Nothing, thank you, I have finished."
She rose to clear the things away. He as
sisted ber, and somehow their hands bad i
queer nack of touching as they carried the
dishes to the pantry shelves. Coming back
to the kitchen, sho put the apples awl. cider
in their old places, and brought out clean
pipe and a box of tobacco from an arcnea re
cess near the chimney
"My husband always said he could not sleep
r 1... 1 l. ml-rl
ttiier emiug supper laic, uuicm us oiuvn.,u,
she said. "Perhaps you wonld like to. try it.
"Not if it is to drive you away," be answer
ed, for she bad ber candle iu ber band.'
"Oh, no I do not object to smoko. at all.".
She put the candle down some faint sugges
tfon about "propriety" seemed to trouble her,
but she glanced at the clock and felt reassured.
It was only half-past nine. ,
l he stranger pushed the stand back after
the pipe was lit, and drew her easy chair a
little nearer the fire and his own.
"Come, sit down," he said, pleadingly "It's
not late and when a man has been knocking
about in California and all sorts of places, for
a berth like this and to have a pretty woman
to speaR to once again."
"Cslifornia ! Have you been to California?"
she exclaimed, dropping into her chair at
once. Unconsciously she bad long cherished
the idea that Sara Payson the lover of ber
youth with whom she had so foolishly quar
reled, had pitched bis tent, arter his many
wanderings, in that far-off" land. Her heart
warmed to one who, with something of Sam's
looks and ways about him had also been so
journing in that country and who very possi
bly had met him perhaps had known him in
timately ! At that thought her heart beat
quick, and she looked very graciously at the
bearded stranger, who, wrapped in Mr. Cobb's
dressing-gown, wearing Mr. Cobb's slippers,
and sitting in Mr. Cobb's chair, beside Mr.
Cobb's wife, smoked Mr. Cobb's pipe with
such an air of feeling most thoroughly and
comfortably at home.
"Yes, ma'am I ve beer, in California for
the last six years. And before that I went
quite around the world in a whaling ship."
"Lood gracious : '
Tho stranger sent a puff of smoko curling
gracefully over bis bead. -
"It's very strange, my dear lady, how often
you see one thing as you go wandering about
the world after that fashion."
"And what is that ?"
"Men, without bouse or home above their
heads, roving here and there and turning np
in all sorts'of odd places, caring very little
for life as a general thing and all for ono
reason. You don't ask mo what that is. No
doubt you already know very well." - -
"1 think not, sir."
"Because a woman has jilted them."
Here was a long pause, and Mr. Cobb's pipe
emitted long puffs with surprising rapidity.
A guilty conscience needs no accuser, and
the widow's cheek was dyed with blushes as
she thought of the aosent Sam.
"I wonder how women manage when they
get served in the same way ?" said the stran
ger, musingly. "You don't meet them roam
ing up and down in that style."
"JNo," said Mrs. Cobb, with some spirit.
"If a woman is in trouble she must stay at
home and bear it toe best she can. And there
is more women bearing such things than we
know of I daie say."
"Like enough. We never know whoso hand
gets pinched in the trap unless they scream.
And women are too shy or too sensible, which
you choose, for that." '
"Did you ever, in all your wanderings meet
any one by the name of Samuel Payson ?"
asked the widow unconcernedly. The stran
ger looked towards her she was rumaging
the drawer for her knitting work, and did not
notice him. When it was found and the nee
dles in motion, he answered her.
"Payson ? Sam Payson 1 Why he was an
intimate friend. " Do you know him ?"
"A little that is, I used to, when I was a
"irl. V'Lcm ili.l vou meet him ?"
"He went with me on the whaling voyage I
told you of, and afterwards to California. We
had a tent together, and some fellows with us,
and we dug in the same claim lor more than
six months."
"I suppose ho is quite well."
"Strong as an ox, my dear lady."
And happy 1" said the widow, bunding
closer over her knitting.
"Hum the less said about that the better,
perhaps. But he seemed to enjoy life after a
fashion of his own. And he got rich out there,
or rather, I will say well off."
Mrs. Cobb did not pay much attention to
that part of the story. Evidently she had not
finished asking questions. But she was puz
zled about her next one. At length she bro't
it out beautifully.
"Was his wife with him in California?"
The stranger looked at her with a twinkling
eye.
"His wife, ma'am ? Why, bless you bo has
not got one."
"Oh, I thought I mean I heard" here the
little widow remembered the fate of Annanias
and Sapphira, and stopped short before she
told such a tremendous fib.
"Whatever you heard of his marrying was
all nonsense, I can assure you. I know him
well, and he had no thought of the kind about
him. Some of the boys used to tease him a
bout it, but he soon made them stop."
"How ?"
"He just told them frankly that the only wo
man he ever loved had jilted him years before
and married another man. After that no one
ever mentioned the subject to him again ex
cept me."
Mrs. Cobb laid her knitting aside and look
ed thoughtfully into the fire.
"He was another specimen of the class of
men I was speaking of. I have seen him faco
death a score of times as quietly as 1 face the
fire. "It matters very little what takes mo
off," he used to say, "I've nothing to live for
and there's no one that will shed a tear for me
when I am gone.' It's a sad thought for a
man to have, isn't it ?"
Mrs. Cobb sighed a little as she said sho
thought it was.
"But did he ever tell you the name of the
lady who jilted him?"
'"I know her first name."
"What was it?"
"Maria."
The plump little widow almost started out
of hercnair; the name was spoken so exact
ly as Sam would have said it.
"Did you know her?" be asked, looking
keenly at ber.
"Yes."
"Intimately?"
"Yes."
"And where is she now ? Still happy with
her husband, I suppose, and never giving a
thought to the poor fellow she drove out into
tho world."
"No." said Mrs. Cobb, shading her face
with ber hand, and speaking unsteady. "No
ber husband is dead."
"Ah. But still she never thinks of Sam."
There was a dead silence.
"Does she ?"
"How canJI tell ?"
"Are you still friends?"
"Yes." .
i "Then you ought to kuov,and you do know.
Tell mo."
"I'm sure I don't know why I should. But
if I do you must promise me, on your honor,
never to tell him if you ever meet him again.'
"Madam, what you say to me never shall be
repeated to any mortal man, upon my honor."
"Well, then, she does remember him."
"But how?"
"As kindly, I think, as he could wish."
"I am glad to hear it for his sake. Ton and
I are the friends of both parties ; we can re
joice with each other."
He drew his chair nearer hers, and took her
hand. One moment she resisted, but it was a
magic touch ; the rosy palm lay quietly in bis,
and the dark beard bent so low that it nearly
touched her shoulder. It did not matter much.
Was he not Samuel's dear friend ? If be was
not tho rose, had he not dwelt very near it for
a long, long time ? .
"It was a foolish quarrel that parted them,"
said the stranger, softly.
"Did he tell you about it ?"
"Yes, on board the whaler,"
"Did he blame ber much ?"
"Not so much as himself. He said that bis
jealousy and ill temper drove her to break off
the match but be thought sometimes if be
had only gone back and spoke kindly to ber,
she would have married him after all."
"I am sure she would," said the widow, pit
eously. "She has owned it to me more than
a thousand times."
"She was not happy, then, with another."
"Mr. that is to say her husband was very
good and kind," said the little woman, think
ing of tho lonely grave on the hillside rather
penitently, "and they lived Very pleasantly to
gether. There never was a harsh word be
tween them."
"Still might she not have been happier
with Sam 1 Be-ttonest, now,and say just what
you think." ,
."Yen." .
"Bravo !.tjiat is what I wanted to come at.
And now )jfeave & se'eret to tell you, and you
must brealnLto her." - - -
Mrs. Cobv looked rather scared.
"What is it?"
"I want you to go and see her, wherever
she may be, aud say to her, Maria! what
makes yon start so ?"
"Nothing only you speak so like some one
I used to know, once in a while."
"Do I ? Well.take the rest of the message.
Tell her that Sam loved ber through the whole;
that when he heard she was free he began to
work hard at making a fortune ; he has got it,
and he is coming to share it with her, if she
will let bim. Will you tell her this ?"
The widow did not answer. She bad freed
her hand from bis, and covered her face with
it. By and by she looked up again. He was
wating patiently.
"Well 1"
"I will tell her."
He rose from bis seat and walked up and
down the room. Then he came back, and
leaning on the mantlepiece,stroked the yellow
hide of Bowse with his slipper.
"Make her quite understand that he wants
her for his wife. She may live where she
likes, only it must be with him.
"I will tell her."
"Say he has grown old, but not cold ; that
he loves her now perhaps better than he did
twenty years ago ; that he has been faithful to
her all through bis life ; and that be will be
faithful till he dies "
The Californian broke off" suddenly. The
widow answered still :
"I will tell her."
"And what do you think she will say ?" he
asked, in an altered lone.
"What can she say but come !"
"Hurrah !"
The stranger caught ber out of her chair as
if she bad been a child, and kissed ber.
"Don't oh, don't !" she cried out. "1 am
Sam's Maria."
"Well I am Maria's Sam."
Off went the dark wig, and the black whis
kers there smiled the dear face she had nev
er forgotten ! I leave you to imagine the ta
bleau even the cat got up to look, and Bowse
sat on his stump of a tail, and wondered if he
was on his heels or his head. The widow
gave ono little scream and then she
But stop! Quiet people like you and me
dear leader, who have got over all the follies,
and can do nothing but turn up their noses at
them have no business here. I will only add
that two hearts were very happy, that Bowse
concluded after a while that all was right, and
so laid down to sleep again, and that one week
afterwards there was a wedding at the house
that made the neighboring farmers stare. The
widow Cobb had married her First Love.
No Compromise. The -New Jersey Douglas
men are not at all satisfied with the proposi
tion of the Breckenridge men to run but one
electoral ticket in that State. The ticket
nominated by the late State Convention con
tains five electors who are Breckenridge men
and only two who are for Douglas ; and the
Douglas men say they intend to submit to no
such nonsense as that. In Philadelphia, too,
the same spirit is apparent. The Douglas men
held their ratification meeting there on Sat
urday night a week, and no one who reads the
resolutions adopted can doubt that they are
resolutely in earnest, and the. prevailing sen
timent, especially on the part of the active
leaders, is against any concession to the rival
branch of the party. There is mnch less like
lihood that the feud will be compromised than
there is that the battle-cry will be "war to the
knife." If the resolutions mean anything,
conciliation is out of tho question. We find
a vein of malice running through them all.
The delegates who formed the Convention
which nominated Breckenridge and Lane, are
stigmatized as men who "owe labor and service
to the decaying dynasty wtycb was created by
the Natioaal Democratic Convention of 1856;"
and as "fugitives from the regular organiza
tion of the Democratic party, aided by disu
nionists and new converts to the Democracy."
We are sorry out of the deep regard we have
for the party, that these brethren should man
ifest such an unforgiving spirit.
Douglas Baskrcpt. A writer in the De
trolt Advertiser asserts with great confidence
that Senator Douglas is hopelessly bankrupt,
and that bis notes are under protest in Wall
street to the amount of $100,000. A lew
years since be was Justly regarded as man of
large fortune, but bts ambition to oe rresiaen
caused him to enter the contest, purse in hand,
which bad the effect to draw around bim a
band of cormorants and harpies, who of course
took tsoro pleasure in putting his money into
their pockets than tn the advancement of his
cause.
THE POSITION OF MB. LIJTCOLlf.
The position of Mr. Lincoln on the question
of Slavery is highly conservative, and cannot
be objected to by any fair minded citizen. At
Ottawa, Aug. 21, 1858, be spoke as follows t
"Before proceeding, let me say I think I
have no prejudice against the Southern peo
ple. They are just what we would be in their
situation. If slavery did not now exist among
them, they would not introduce it. If it did
now exist among us, we should not instantly
give it up. This I believe of the masses North
and South. Doubtless there arc individuals
on both sides, who would not hold slaves un
der any circumstances ; and others who would
gladly introduce slavery anew, if it were out of
existence. We know that some Southern men
do free their slaves, go North, and become tip
top Abolitionists.while some northern ones go
South and become most cruel slave-masters.
"When Southern people tell ns they are no
more responsible for the origin of slavery than
we, I acknowledge the fact. When it is said
that the institution exists, and that it is very
difficult to get rid of it, in any satisfactory
way, I can understand and appreciate the say
ing. I surely will not blame them for not do
ing what I should not know how to do myself.
If all earthly power were given me, I should
not know what to do, as to the existing insti
tution. My first impulse would be to free all
the slaves, and send them to Liberia to their
own native land. But a moment's reflection
would convince me, that whatever of high hope
(as I think there is) there may be in this, in
the long run, its sudden execution is impossi
ble. If they were all landed there in a day,
they would all perish in the next ten days ; and
there is not surplus shipping enough ana sur
plus mouey enough in the world to carry them
there in many times ten days. What then ?
Free them all, and keep them among us as un
derlings ? Is it quite certain that this betters
their condition ? I think 1 would not hold one
in slavery at any rate, yet the point is not clear
enough to me to denounce people upon. What
next 1 Free them, and make them politically
and socially our equals ? My own feelings
will not admit of this; and if mine would, we
well know that those of the great mass of white
people will not. Whether this feeling accords
with justice aud sound judgment, is not the
sole question, if, indeed, it is any part of it.
A universal feeling whether well or ill found
ed, cannot be safely disregarded. We cannot,
then, make them equals. It does seem to me
that a system of gradual emancipation might
bo adopted; but for their tardiness in this, I
will not undertake to judge our brethren or
the South. When they remind us of their
constitutional rights, I acknowledge them, not
grudgingly, but fully and fairly ; and 1 would
give them any legislation tor the reclaiming
of their fugitives, which should not, in its
stringency, be more like to carry a free man
into slave? y than our ordinary criminal laws
are to hang an innocent one.
"But all this, to my judgment, furnishes no
more excuse for permitting slavery to go into
our territory, than it would be lor reviving the
African slave trade by law. . The law which
forbids the bringing of slaves from Africa and
that which has so long forbid the taking of
slaves to Nebraska, can hardly be disregarded
on any moral principle, and the repeal of the
former could find quite as plausible excuses
as that of the latter.
"I have reason to know that Judge Douglas
knows that I said this. I think he has tbe an
swer here to one of the questions he put to me.
I do not mean to allow bim to catechise me un
less he pays back for it in kind. I will not an
swer questions o:ie after another, unless he re
ciprocates ; but as he has made this inquiry,
and I have answered it before, he has got it
without my getting anything in return. He has
got my answer to the Fugitive Slave Law.
"Now, gentlemen, I don't want to speak at
any greater length, but this is the true com
plexion of all 1 have ever said in regard to the
institution of slavery and tbe black race. This
is the whole of it, and anything that argues me
into his idea of perfect social and political e
quality with the negro, is but a. specious and
fantastic arrangement of words, by which a
man can prove a horse-chestnut to be a chestnut-horse.
I will say here, while upon this
subject, that have ho purpose, directly or indi
rectly, to interfere wilh the institution of Slavery
in the States where it exists. I believe I have
no lawful right to do so, and 1 have no incli
nation to do so. I have no inclination to in
troduce political and social equality between
the white and black races. There is a physi
cal difference between the two, which, in my
judgment, will probably forbid their living to
gether upon the looting oi penecs equaiuy;
inasmuch as it becomes a necessity there must
be a difference, I, as well as Judge Douglas,
am in favor of the race to which I belong
having tbe superior position."
In lieu of the well known phrase "cork tip,'
we are now to have "poultice your gob," or
"easy with your meat-trap." For "mind your
eye," "look out for your shutters ;" and for
"give him one on the nose," "let bim have a
tickler on the snuff box." But the best thing
of the kind wo hae beard yet, is of a preco
cious youth who, describing to his sister a
visit to his pretty cousin and how he kissed her
at parting, expressed it in this way : "When I
bid ber good bye, I kit her a smack on her kisser.
A young Mississippi widow is said to have
snent at a sinele dry goods house, in Memphis,
Tennessee, last year, for the adornment of her
person, $3,825. An exchange minus sne most
be very anxious to supply the place left vacant
by the dear departed.
It is a true saying, "and worthy of all accep
tation" that the man who improves bis own
home, his own neighborhood, and takes bis
home paper, is always a good citizen. From
such a course flows a stream of peace in tho
bouse, beauty around the house, refinement in
the neighborhood, and an honest love of home.
The Philadelphia Daily News has raised to
its mast-head the names of Liacoln, Hamlin,
and Curtin, as its choice in the campaign now
going on. It will be recollected that it was a
straight Fillmore paper in 1856, and support
ed Hazlehurst for Governor in 1857. Tbe lat
ter gentleman is now a Lincoln man.
Wisconsin has reduced tbe legal rate of in
terest from twelve to ten per cent., and allows
two years for the redemption of lands which
have been sold out on mortgage. .
If servant will lie for his master, his mas
ter need not bo astonished If the servant lies
for himself.
GEN. JACKSOJTS WIFE.
Mr. Parton tells the following story of Gen.
Jackson's wife :
When Gen. Jackson was a candidate for the)
Presidency in 1828, not only did the partT
opposed to bim abuse bim for his public acts,
which if unconstitutional or violent, were a
legitimate subject of reprobation,but they de
famed the character of bis wife. On one oc
casion a newspaper published in Nashville was
laid upon tbe General's table. He glanced
over it, and bis eye fell upon an article in
which the character of Mrs. Jackson was vio
lently assailed. So soon as he read it be sent
for his trusty o!J servant DunwoOdie.
"Saddle my horse," said bo to him in a
whisper," and put my bolsters on him." Mrs.
Jackson watched him, and though she beard
not a word, she saw mischief in his eyes. The)
General went out after a tew moments, when
she took up the paper and undetstood every
thing. She ran out to the south gate of the)
yard of the Hermitage, by which the General
would have to pass. She bad not been there)
more than a few seconds before the General
rode np with tbe counteuance of a madman.
She placed herself before his horse, and cried
out: ,
"Oh, General, don't go to Nashville ! Let
that poor editor live. Let that poor editor
live." "Let me alone !" be repliod, "how
came you to know what I am going for?"
She answered, "I saw it all in his paper after
you went out put up your horse acd go back."
He replied furiously, "But I will go get out
of my way 1" Instead of doing this she gras
ped tbe bridle with both bands, lie cried to
her, "I say, let go my horse; I'll have bis
heart's blood the villian that reviles my wile
shall cot live."
She grasped the reinsbut the tighter, and
begun to expostulate with him, saying that
the was the one who ought to be angry, but
she forgave bet persecutors from the bottom
of her heart, and prayed for them that he
should lorgive if he hoped to be forgiven.
At last, by her reasoning, ber entreaties and
tears, she so worked upon her husband that he
seemed mollified to a certain extent. She
wound up by saying, "No, General, you shall
not take the life of even my reviler you dart
not do it, for it is written, "Vengeance is
mine. I wilt repay, saith the Lord."
The iron-nerved hero gave way before the
earnest pleading of his beloved wife, aud re
plied : "I yield to you; but had it not been
for you, and the words of tho Almighty, tho
wretch should not have lived an hour-"
The means in use by the degraded King of
Naples for torturing suspected persons among
his subjects, as described by the London
Times, are most revolting. One person, for
merely carrying a letter in cipher, was placed
in a sack ami kept beneath the water until be
had lost consciousness three times. Tho-thumb-screw
was used to extort confessions
and also an instrument called tourniqnet,
which was applied to tbe head, which makes
the eyes start forth and almost drop. Pontil
lo, a Lieutenant of Mainscaler, invented an
arm chair, in whice the victim is seated on a
sort of gridiron, under which is a pan of coal.
Another method was to tie the head of tho
victim between his legs, and leave bim in that
position until he confessed. Another instru
ment was the sbini, or "angelic instrument,"
in which by turning a screw, the limbs of the
victim are crushed. On one occasion a man
was suspended in the air, his arms being tied
to one wall and his legs to another, and in that
position an officer of the police jumped upon
him and beat him..
The Comet. Prolessor Band, of the Cam
bridge Observatory, says that from the obser
vations on the comet on the 21st, 21th and
25th, Mr. Saffbrd and Mr. Tuttle have compu
ted elements, which have not yet been suffi
ciently tested, but there is no doubt that the
comet is approaching the earth, though owing
to the strong moonlight, its low position and
increasing distance from the sun it is doubt
ful whether it will become very Conspicuous
to the naked eye. In the large telescope it
presents an appearance curiously like that of
the great comet of 1858 on a reduced scale.
The tail branches off in two streams from the
nucleus. But now the right hand one is the
brighter instead of tbe left. Tbe same dark
hollow is visible in the axis in the rear of the
nucleus, and there are similar disturbances
and jets of luminous matter in its neighbor
hood, all on a reduced stiale of intensity.
Baltimore has quieted doivn again. Tbe
Front-Street Theatre and tho Market Hall
have both been plentifully sprinkled with
chloride of lime, and great care taken to pre
vent the spread of any infection. The gouged
out eyes, broken off thutnbs,broken revolvers,
riirlr scabbards, and other fragments of tbe
conventions of the City, are to be collected
and deposited under a suitable monument.
Lou. Jour.
It is little troubles that wear the heart out.
It is easier to throw a bomb-shell a mile than
a feather even with artillery. Forty little
debts of a dollar each, will cause you more
trouble and dunning than one big one of a
thousand.
The Texas newspapers are calling attention
to tho extensive live oak lorests of thatjState,
into which their railroads are penetrating. It
is said that Texas contains a larger quantity
of live oak than all the balance of tbe world.
Severe. Cnrran, when opposed to Lord
Clare, said that be reminded him of a chimney-sweep,
who had raised himself by dark
and dusky ways, and then called aloud to tho
neighborhood to witness bis dirty elevation.
There is to be another fight for the old belt
In England. Heenan has made a match for it
with the Staley bridge Chicken, a fellow said to
be two inches taller than the Benicia Boy.
A "progressive" suggests that in this age of
improvements, old Father Time should be rep
resented with a Yankee clock in his hand, and
seated on a steam mowing-machine.
' A correspondent of tbe Toronto Globe Jrom
Fergus, Canada, sa.vs that tbe prospect for a
g'ood crop of fall wheat in that neighborhood
is better than for many years past. -
Ahorse belonging to Key. J.P.Hale, was
stung to death by bees near Frederick, Md.
The animal was worth $150.
Tba greatest gluttons sre thess who feed
npon slander.
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