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EBENSBTJRG, PA., THURSDAY, OCTOBER 11, 1866
Tbe Totcr on Election Day.
BY JOHS G. WHITTIBR.
The proudest now is bnt my peer,
The highest not more high ;
To-day, of all the weary year,
The king of men dm I.
To-day alike are great and small,
The nameless and the known ;
My palace is tbe people's hall.
The ballot-box my throne.
Who served to-day upon the list
Beside the served shall stand ;
Alike the brown and wrinkled fist,
The gloved and dainty hand.
The rich is level with the poor,
The weak is strong to-day ;
And sleekest broadcloth counts no more
Than homespun frock of gray.
To-day let omp aid vain pretence
My stubborn right abide ; .
I set a plain man's common sense
Against tbe pedant's pride.
To-day shall simple manhood try
The strength of gold and land ;
The wide world has not wealth to buy
The power in my right hand.
While there's grief to seek redress,
t)r balance to adjust,
Where weighs our living manhood less
Than mammon's vilest dus't !
While there's a right to need my vote,
A wreng to sweep away,
Up ! clouted knee and ragged coat I
A man's a man to-day I
VA RIFT IN THE CLOUDS."
Andrew Lee came home at evening
from the shop where he had .worked all
day, tired and out of 6pirita j came home
to bis wife, who was also tired and oat of
ppirits.
"A smiling wife and a cheerful home
what a paradise it would be!" said
Andrew to himself, as he turned his eyes
from the clouded face of Mrs. Lee, and sat
down with knitted brows and moody as
pect Not a word was spoken by either. Mrs.
Lee was getting eupper, and she moved
about with a weary step.
"Come' she said at last, with a eide
glance at her husband.
There was invitation in the word only,
none in the voice of Mrs. Lee.
Andrew arose and went to the table.
He was tempted to speak an angry word,
but controlled himself and kept silent.
He could find no fault with the chop, nor
the sweet home-made bread, nor the fra
grant tea. They would hare cheered his
inward man, if there had only been a
gleam of sunshine tn the face of his wife.
He noticed that ehe did not eat.
"Are you not well, Mary V The words
were on his lips, but he did not utter them,
for the face of his wife looked so repel
lant, that he feared an irritating reply.
And so in moody silence, the twain sat
together until Andrew had finished his
supper.
As he pushed his chair baok, his wife
arose and commenced clearing off the
table. ,
"This is purgatory !" said Lee to him
self, as he commenced walking the floor
of theit .little breakfast room, with his
hands thrust desperately away down into
his trowser3 pockets, and his chin almost
touching his breast.
After removing all the dishes, and tak
ing them into the kitchen, Mrs. Lee
spread a green cover on the table, and
placing a fresh trimmed lamp thereon,
went out and shut the door after her,
leaving her husband alone with his un
pleasant feelings. He took a long, deep
breath, as she did so, paused in his walk,
stood still for some moments, and then
drawing a paper from his pocket, sat down
by the table, opened the sheet, and com
menced reading. Singularly enough, the
words upon which his eye rested were,
"Praise your wife." They rather tended
to increase the disturbance of mind from
which he was suffering.
"I should like to find some occasion for
praising mine." How quickly his tho'ts
expressed that ill-natured sentiment. But
his eyes were on the page before -him, and
he read on.
"Praise your wife, man ; for pity's sake
give her a little encouragement. It won't
hurt her."
Andrew Lee raised his eyes from the
paper, and muttered, "Oh, yes j that's all
very well. Praise is cheap enough. Sut
praise her for what ? For being sullen,
and making your home the most disa
greeable place in the world ?" His eyes
fell again to the paper.
"She ha? made your home comfortable,
your hearth bright and shining, your food
agreeable ; for pity's sake tell her you
thank her, if nothing more. She don't
expect it ; it will make her eyes open
wider than they have for tea years ; but
it will do. her good for all that, and you,
too."
It seemed to Andrew as if this sentence
were written just for him, and just for
the occasion. It was the complete answer
to his question, "Praise her for what ?"
and he felt it also as a rebuke. He read
no further, for thought came too busy,
and in new direction. Memory was
convicting him of injustice towards his
wife. She had always made his home as
I WOULD RATHKR BE RIGHT THAN PRESIDENT. Hihkt Cut.
comfortable for him as hands could make
it, and had he offered the light return of
praise or commendation ? Had he ever
told her of the satisfaction he had known,
or the comfort experienced ? He was not
able to recall the time or occasion. As he
thought thus, Mrs. Lee came in from the
kitchen, and taking her work-basket from
a closet, placed it on the table, and sitting
down without speaking, began to sew.
Mr. Lee glanced almost stealthily at the
work in her hands, and saw that it was
the bosom of a shirt, which she was stitch
ing neatly. He knew that it was for him
that she was at work.
"Praise your wife." The words were
before the eyes of his mind, and ho could
not -look away from them. But he was
not reidy for this yet. He still felt
moody and unforgiving. The expression
of his wife's face he interpreted to mean
ill-nature, and with ill-nature he had no
patience. His eyes fell upon the news
paper that lay spread out before him, and
he read the sentence :
"A kind, cheerful word, spoken in a
gloomy home, is the little rift in a cloud
that lets the eunshine through.
Lee struggled with himself a while
longer. His own ill-nature had to be
conquered first ; his moody, accusing spirit
had to be subdued. But he was coming
right, and at last got right, as to will.
Next came the question as to how he
hhould begin. He thought of many things
to say, jet feared to say them lest his
wife should meet his advauces with a
cold rebuff. At last, leaning towards her,
and taking hold of rile linen bosooi upon
which she was at work, he said in a voice
carefully modulated with kindness
"You are doing that work very beauti
fully, Mary."
Mrs. Lee made no reply. But her
husband did not fail to observe that she
lost, almost instantly, that rigid crectness
with which she had been sitting, nor that
the motion of her needle had ceased.
"My shirts are better made, and whiter
than those of any other man in the shop,"
said Lee, encouraged to go on.
"Are they?" Mrs. Lee's voice was
low, and had in it a slight hiiskiness. She
did not turn her face, but her husband
saw that she leaned a little toward him.
He had broken through the ice of reserve,
and all was easy now. His hand was
among the clouds, and a few feeble rays
were already struggling through the rift
it bad made.
"Yes, Mary," he answered softly ; "and
I've beard it said more than once, what a
good wife Andrew Lee must have."
Mrs. Lee turned her face towards her
husband. There was light in it, and
light in her eye. But there was some
thing in the expression of her counten
ance that a little puzzled him.
"Do you think so V she asked quite
soberly.
"What a question!" ejaculated Andrew
Lee, starting up, and going around ; td
the side of the table where his wife was
sitting. "What a question, Mary !" he
repeated, as he stood before her.
"Dp you ?" It was all she said.
"Yes, darling," was his warmly-spoken
answer, and he stooped down and kissed
her. "How strange that you should ask
me such a question I".
"If you would only tell me so now and
then, Andrew, it will do me good." And
Mrs. Lee arose, and leaning her facje
against thejtianly breast of her husband;
stood and wept.
What a strong light broke in upon the
mind of Andrew Lee. He had never
given to his wife even the small reward
of praise for all the loving interest she
had manifested dtily, until doubt of his
love had entered her soul, and made the
light around her thick darkness. No
wonder that her face grew clouded, nor
that what he considered moodiness and
ill-nature, took possession of her spirit.
"You are good and true, Mary, my own
dear wife. I am proud of you I love
you and my first desire is for your happi
ness. O, if I could always see your face
in sunshine, my home would be the dear
est place on earth."
"How precious to me are your words of
love and praise, Andrew,'' said Mrs. Lee,
smiling up through her tears into his
face. "With them in my ears, my heart
can never lie in shadow."
How easy had been the work for An
drew Lee. He had swept his hand across
the cloudy horizon of his home, and now
the bright sunshine was streaming down
and flooding that home with joy and
beauty.
m ' m m
Saving nis Bacon. A good story is
told of a Western farmer, a candidate for
Congress, whose neighbor was in the habit
of stealing his hogs, and was finally caught
in the act. Anxious to secure the man's
vote and his own pork at the same time,
the farmer went to him and said : "Now,
I make this proposition if you will " let
my hogs alone in the future, I will not
only say nothing of the past, but when I
kill in the fall, I'll put into your cellar
five barrels of as good pork as I make'
The fellow hesitated a moment and replied;
"Well, 'Squire, that is a fair proposition,
anyhow, and seeing as it's you, I'll da it y
but I vow I believe I shall lose pork by
tbe operation
m m tmi ;
It is said that Secretary Harlan has
accumulated a fortune of $500,000."
English Notes on America.
. Under the title of "America During
and After the War," Mr. Robert Fergu
son, author of "Swiss Men and Swiss
Mountains," has written a book about
his recent travels in the United States.
Mr. Ferguson makes fewer blunders than
English travelers usually fall into, and is
evidently a hearty admirer of some of the
public men of this country. He makes
fun of certain national peculiarities, which
are as sharply criticized by cultivated
Americans themselves as by foreigners,
but in the main his book is not only pleas-
l.ant but accurate. While in Boston, he
Netns to, have had . the opportunity of
feeing the best literary society, and he
gives the following sketches :
LONGFELLOW.
J found him in hb study, an elegant
and cheerful room, in one corner of which
a fine orange tree, with its golden fruit,
keepsgreen the memory of a departed
friend, the late Professor Felton. The
table is strewn with books and presenta
tion copies, in various languages aye,
even in Chinese. But the ways of the
Chinese are not as our ways, and this pre
sentation copy was in the shape of a fan,
on which a poet of the Flowery Land had
written a translation of the Psalm of
Life; and, if the translation were only as
good as the writing, assuredly tbe work
was well done. Though the features of
the poet have been made familiar to us by
many pictures and photographs, yet no
one can see him for tho first time without
beiug struck with his appearance. His
expression of mingled dignity and gentle
ness has been fairly presented to us; but
the peculiar sweetness of his smile and
the touoh of spiritual beauty which often
plays upon his features cannot be render
ed in a likeness. Before him lies the
ever open Dante, his translation of which,
a labor of love, bas occupied him for
years, now approaches to completion. But
Dante has not his Undivided regard, and
hardly would the picture of Longfellow
in his study be complete without, ever and
anon, through one of tho "three doors
left unguarded," a little figure stealing
gently in, laying an arm around his neck
as he bends over his work, and softly
whispering some childish secret in his ear.
Then, too, his work waa interrupted by
visitors of another sort, for among travel
ers of all nations the tour, to America
would "hardly be considered complete
without a visit to Cragie House. And
speaking flaently French, German, Ital
ian, Spanish and Portugese, and having
also a knowledge of Danish and of Dutch,
it may well be supposed that there seldom
comes a traveler with whom the poet can
not, if need be, hold converse in his own
tongue. ' - ' - :
STORIES ABOUT QUEER VISITORS.
And sometimes there come other visit
ors, too, self-introduced a class to whom
the customs of America show more toler
ance than they do with us. I remember,
during tbe period of. my stay, a western
man, comically quaint and cool, who came
with a request to see the pictures at
Cragie House. On two successive days
he came, and for three or four good hours
was Dante thrown aside while, with an
amused good humor, the poet answered all
his odd questions, and showed him every
thing there was to be seen.. Then there
came very many others craving assistance
in sickness or sorrow, and to these a deaf
ear'is never turned. No man's income
can be a secret in America ; the-income
tax returns are open to public inspection ;
aod the newspapers amuse their readers
by c'assifled lists of the incomes of prom
inent merchants, literary men, politicians
and others. Mr. Longfellow is endowed
with an income far exceeding that which
is generally supposed to fall to the Jot of
poets; and as he never refuses to listen
to any tale of distress, the number of
applicant1?, worthy and unworthy, who
find their way to his gate is by no means
small. The airs which some of the Amer
ican beggars give themselves are very
amusing.. I remember the case of a man
who came with hi arm in a sling, repre
senting himself to have been wounded in
the service of his country. Mr Longfel
low, having some suspicion, asked to be
allowed to look at the wounded arm. "It
is not a pleasant sight to show a gentle
man," said the man. "Perhaps not, but
we are obliged sometimes to look at
unpleasant things." "Well, fir," said tho
man, drawing himself up, "if that is the
ligbt in which you look at the matter, I
would rather not be beholden to you for
assistance, and so I wish you good morn
ing." Then there was another man upon
whom, in rosponse to his tale of hunger
and distress, there was bestowed a hand
some loaf. Now, the least that any Eng
lish beggar would have done under the
circumstances, would have been to have
taken the loaf and converted it into gin.
But this would hav6 been beneath the
spirit of an American beggar, and so he
resented the insult to his dignity by
depositing the loaf as he passed out, like
an ornament, on tbe top of the gate post.
THE WAR.
At Cragie House I found the poet's
eldest son, "called by men Chirlie," as
Mr. Hughes says a fine young fellow not
yet of age, recovering from a wound
having been shot through the body, from
which nothing but youth and a good con
stitution could have saved him. Having
unlisted in the fir9t instance as a private I
in the artillery, he wa?, as soon as found i
out, appointed to a Lieutenant' commis-1
sion in a regiment of Massachusetts cav
alry. He confirmed the statement which
I had heard elsewhere as to the aversion
of the Confederate cavalry to a charge of
cold steel, their favorite way of fighting
being with the pistol a habit, perhaps,
acquired before they had any Federal
cavalry to cope with. There are few of
the distinguished men of the North who
have not lost sons or near relatives "fight
ing for the Union : the record is given bv
Mr. Hughes in the January number of
Frazer's Magazine, and a noble roll it is.
And we may well believe that these men,
thus giving up all they he!d most dear in
the cause, should feel bitterly the cruel
and unjust taunt put forth in some of the
English papers of that time, that they
were carrying on a miserable conflict by
the aid of hired aliens. How ia any one
caso "miserable ?' The term implies
either an inadequate cause or an unworthy
foe. The Chinese war, with Armstrong
guns against bows and arrows, might be
called a miserable war perhaps even the
war in New Zealand. But a war which,
looked at in the lowest point of view, was
carried on to preserve the integrity of a
great nation, whether we sympathized with
its object or not, had no right to be called
by such a name.
SUMNER.
A frequent visitor at Cragie House,
when Congress ia not sitting, is Charles
Sumner, the scholarly Senator for Massa
chusetts, and the representative man of
New Englaud politics. And an interest
ing sight it was to see these two men,
Longfellow and Sumner, so. kindred and
yet bo different, sitting together on the
eve of the great contest which was to de
cide the place of America in the world's
history Sumner with the poet's little
daughter nestling in his lap, for he is a
man to whom all children come calmly
discussing some question of European
literature. . Mr. Sumner seemed to feel
deeply the defection of certain of the old
anti-slavery leaders of England from the
northern cause in the great crisis of the
great struggle, and all the more because
New England had always been a link, by
this common sympathy, between the old
country and tbe new.
LOWELL.
A frequent guest, too, is J. Russell
Lowell, who succeeded to the professorship
of the English language and literature in
Harvard University, formerly held by
Mr. Longfellow. Mr. Lowell, the most
remarkable of a remarkable family, tho'
best known to the world by his humor,
takes a high rank in many departments
of literature, and the general complaint
among his countrymen is only that he
writes too little. He has given a high
character to humor, because he has used
it for a high purpose, in selectlnglt as tbe
weapon to fight the battle of. opinion
among his countrymen. When we re
member that there are few men who have
suffered in their families as Lowell has
during the war, his lines
"God's price ez high, bat nothin else
Then wut He sells wears long."
rise into something of solemn pathos.
Perhaps to those who saw in the great
struggle of the last four years nothing but
a subject for highly spiced articles to
amuse the English public, this, along with
some of Mrs. Howe's stirring lyrics, may
seem "profane." To those who, like my
self, look upon it as the greatest battle
between freedom and slavery that the
world has ever seen, the profaneness is on
the other side. In conversation brilliant
and amusing, Mr. Lowell is one of the
persons in whose company ODe can scarcely
bo without carrying away something
worthy to.be remembered.
AGASSIZ.
And often, too, comes Agassiz, with his
gentle and genial spirit, his childlike de
votion to science, aod or he would not
be a true sou of the adopted country his
eager interests in the politics of the day.
We went to hear one of his lectures at the
University, not one of what are considered
the popular lectures, but one of a special
course to a small class. Yet it was deeply
interesting, the subject being the shell of
the nautilus, and the question whether
the nautilus forms of its own habitation,
and if so, in what manner. In clear and
terse English, though with a slightly
foreign accent, he traced the course of
Scientific observation up to the present
time, indicating the questions which still
remained to be solved, and suggesting the
points to which the attention of inquirers
should now be more especially directed.
He wound up with some general remarks,
in the course of which he exhorted his
hearers to strive to take the same pleasure
in the scientific discoveries of others as in
their own a noblo aim, yet, ah I how
difficult to attain. I believe, however,
that if. there are any persons capable of
so much single-mindedaes3, Agassiz is one
of them. Between the poet and the na
turalist there exists a very warm friend
ship, and among other poetical tributes,
Mr. Longfellow has achieved the feat
for so it must seem to us with our rigid
English tongues of addressing to his
friend in the October number of the At
lantic MontiJy, a gay and graceful chanson
in his native language. -. And ofUn, too,
comes Dana, one of the most charming of
talkers, and, more especially with his sea
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stories, enthralling the circle of vounsr
and old. Nor should the poet's brother,
Mr. Samuel Longfellow, be omitted from
the list, a scholar and a critic, who, if he
naa been the only one of bi.name, might
have been better known as a writer both
in prose and verse.
TUB OIL BErilON.
Mr. Ferguson gives interesting accounts
of tho Pennsylvania oil district. Ho
eays : "A wonderful place is Pithole, a
city eight months old, with ten thousand
inhabitants, twelve hotels, a daily naper,
a "temple of fashion," billiard rooms
innumerable, a theatre and "academy of
music," the bills jot which, announcing &
musical matinee on 'Saturday afternoon,"
were stock all about tho town. But the
streets are nothing but rivers of mud,
across which you may occasionally see an
adventurous individual wading in a pair
of huge jack boots, but which ordiuary
pedestrians can only traverse at certain
p'aces, leaping from point to point, as you
cross the stepping stones of a brook. Tho
city of Pithole owes its existence to a
celebrated flowing well, struck in the val
ley below, which had been for many months
pruuucing ai me rate ot one thousand
barrels per day, and the fame of which had
naturally attracted crowds of epeculators
from all quarters eager to try their luck
in the same neighborhood. Making our
way among the forest of deriicks-o'u the
hill-side, wc came at last to the side of
the famous well. We entered an enclosed
yard containing a number of gigantic vats,
into which tbe precious stream kept
constantly flowing night and day, leaving
nothing for the workmen to do but to
draw it off aod barrel it as fast as they
could. With what seemed to me a curioui
amount of incaution, considering the ter
rible result that would arise from an acci
dental spark, they allowed us to walk
unguarded through the place, and even to
climb up and look into the huge tank
into which, with a deep rumbling" noise,
the oil was vomited forth from the bowels
of the earth in great spasmodic jets. A
well like this, which on nn outly of 1,000
or 2,000 must have been returning an
income to its fortunate possessor of some
thing like 150,000 a year, is one of those
great prizes which lend a fascination to tho
pursuit of the oil seeker. Its production,
however, is thrown into the shade by that
of a well lately discovered in Western
Virginia, and which, according to the pub
lished account, was flowing at the rate of
three thousand barrels a day. All around
the great United States wellmen were
busy boring in every direction, up to tho
verge of its territory, ic the eager hope
of tapping the reservoir from which its
bounteous streams were supplied. But
though the general results of the opera
tions in the district had been successful,
no such second prize had as yet fallen
to the lot of any speculator."
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The Broken Atlantic Cable.
The London Star teh the following sin
gular and most interesting story : Night
and day, for a whole year, an electriciau
has always been on duty watching tho
tiny rays of light through which signals
are given, and twice every day the whole
length of wire one thousand two hundred
and forty miles has been tested for con
ductivity and insulation. ' The
object of observing the ray of light was,
of course, not any expectation of a message,
but simply to keep an accurate record ot
the condition of tbe wire. Sometimes,
indeed, wild incoherent messages from the
deep did coni6, but these were merely the
results of magnetic storms and earth-cur-rentsj
which deflected the galvanometer
rapidly, and spelt the most extraordinary
words and sometimes even sentences of
nonsense, upon the graduated scale before
the mirror. Suddenly last Saturday
morning, at a quarter m six o'clock, while
the light wa3 being watched by Mr. May,
he observed a -peculiar indication about it
which showed at once to his experienced
eyo that a message was at hand. In a few
minutes afterwards the unsteady flickering
was changed to coherency, if we may use
such a term, and at once the cable began
to speak, to transmit, .that is, at regular
intervals, tbe appointed signals which
indicated human purpose and method at
the other end, instead of the hurried signs,
broken speech, and inarticulate cries of
the still illiterate AtWn tic. After the
long interval in which it had brought us
nothing but the moody and often delirious
mutterings of the sea stammering over it
alphabet in vain, the words "Canning to
Glass" must have seemed like the first ra
tional word uttered by a high fever patient
when the ravings have ceased and his
consciousness returns.
Eclipse of the Sun. On Monday,
October 8th, there was a partial eclipse
of the sun, which, however, could not be
seen in this part of the United States, but
was visible in New England. It occurred ia
tho morning, at the time of the new moon,
and will be the last eclipe of tbe sun
visible in the United States until August
7th, 1869.
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Paris fashions decree two distinct
crinolines ; one, a little, round, insignifi
cant hoop, as flexible as a willow, for.
short morning skirt? ; the other, a long
train crinoline, like a peacock's tail, ex
panding out, for evening splendor.
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