American citizen. (Butler, Butler County, Pa.) 1863-1872, January 06, 1864, Image 1
VOLUME 1. THE AMERICAN CITIZEN, IS published every Wednesday in tho bortfugh of Bntler, by Thomas I(ouinhon4 K. A VDnmo.N on Main street, opposite to Jack's Hot'?I —office up staira in the brick formerly accupiotl by Eli Yetter, as it store 'Pkums:—s| 50 u year, if paid in advance, or within the first Mix months: or #2 if not paid until after the expira tion of the first six months. Rates ok Advertising: —Onesquare non., (ten lines or less,) three insertions 112 1 00 Every sub-eonent insertion, per square, 25 business earns of 10 lines or less fur one year, inclu ding paper, 6 00 Card ''f 10 or less 1 year without pap< r 4 00 JX column f-»r six month- 7 oo Wcolumn for one year 12 00 column f..r six months 13 00 coCnmn for one year .25 00 1 column for six months 25 00 I column for one year 50 uo Judge Remeson's First Client. Old Judge Remeson was fond of tefl ing his early experience at the bar. My first case, he would say, came upon me un expectedly, after I had waited a consider able time for a client. The way I came to get it was this : ■ A young girl. Helen Montressor, was to be tried at our County Court for stealing a breastpin, valued at four dollars, and twenty dollars in gold, from the trunk of her employer, James Wesley, merchant in the town of Bedford. The theft, which was detected five weeks before, occasioned quite a talk at the time, as the girl was beautiful, and Wesley and his wife Eunice were anything but that besides being gen erally detested. People said that Helen had been shamefully treated by her mis tress, who was jealous of her; and it was even hinted that there was foul play in the prosecution for theft. The subsequent trial of a gang of horse thieves and counterfeiters had so absorbed public attention that tho case of Helen Montressor was forgotten, and no one seemed to care for her fate. But when she was placed in the prisoners box, her beauty riveted every eye, and when the Judge asked who was her counsel and she modestly replied that she had no money to pay a lawyer, there was not a member of the bar who would not have willingly un dertook her case. The Judge, after look ing round for a moment, fixed his eye up on me, and said, "Mr. Remeson, will you please act asjhis lady'.-'counsel." I"start ed as tho' I had been shot. Luckily a juror had been taken sick, and the court adjourned until next m irn : n j. or T am afraid I should have made sa i w >rk with my client's ease. As I left the court room I looked at my i watch; it wi-> eleven, os 1 ha I but twon- j tv-thrce li mm f> prepare. 1 eille I upon ! the District Vttorney an 1 a~kc i him to sec the in IV'mentan 1 the ev: leuee laken be- j fore the Justice of the Peace. As he | fumbled over a pile of pi.>o.' ho said: " The Tu lgo nm-; have a > !e a<rrn-'i 1 you. Hemcon. to put you n such ;i tigh j place, art 1 you a green hand. Nooffense,'. : he added, as he observed the rising color I of my cheek—"nooffense; 1 simply mean i that you arc inexperienced. There are I the documents, take them homejwit.il you. only be sure to bring them to court to-mor- j row morning. You will see that yourcli- ! ent has not a chance." I was annoyed at this light reference to my client, for whom I already entertained deep respect and believed innocent; but I said nothing. Hastening to my office. I locked myself in and commenced the analysis of my case. Tho evidence con sisted of the testimony of. James and Eu nice Wesley, Sarah Brown, a seamstress, Charlotte Boyce, a domestic, and Thomas Ilanncgan, a man of all work employed by the Wesleys. Ilannegnn's evidence seem ed straight-forward au I truthful, and so did the servant girl's. T made up my mind that they were not unfriendly to my client, and that I would seek an interview with them, although it would necessitate a journey to Bedford. In Miss. Brown's evidence I at once detected intense mal ice, slid determined to harrass her unmer cifully in cross-examination. Wesley's evidence was similar in style and matter to that of Hannegan ; but Mrs. Wesley's was full, discursive, and acrimonijius— such as that "She had always believed Helen was a vipor, but her husband up held the trollop." To my mind the case seemed clear; Mrs. Wesley herself put those things in Helen's trunk. I next went to the Court House and re quested Mr. Mace, the Sheriff, who lived in the wing of the building, to introduce nif to the prisoner. He conducted me to her cell. Although the bolts clanged b heavily as they sprang from the locks, our 0 entrance did not seem to attract her at tention. She was standing with clasped hands before her g-ated window, gazing at the sky. The Sheriff touched her arm. and said, "Miss. Miintren or, Mr. ltemeson is the lawyer who is to manage your case, and he wants to sde you." She started, turned qu'ck'y around and 1: e .11 incli nation of he head, to in < ( < ), e r readi ness to listen, but she .-aid not a win I.— The Sheriff left the cell and we we-e alone. Conscious that every moment was pre cious, I said: " Miss Montressor, we must throw aside .ceremony, and communicate frankly upon this painful business. I believe Jou are innocent. The thing it to prove you so. AMERICAN CITIZEN. i This promises to be difficult, but I am not without hope. If you tell frankly what your experience has been with the Wes ley's, my task may be lightened." I then put up a series of questions, and learned that she was fifteen years old ; j that she had lived with Mrs. Wesley, who had been married about eight years; that she had lived with a kind old gentleman j. named Gregory, who had taught her to call him grandpa ; that Mrs. Wesley, who was then called Miss Xaesmith. lived with Mr. Gregory, al-fo that he seemed afraid of Miss Xaesmith; that Miss Xaesmith in herited all his property, and married Mr. Wesley about a month after he died; that she told her never to call him grandpa any more, that he wasn't any relation of her; that the day on which old Gregory died he gave her a sealed package, and told her not to let Eunice see it, but to give it to a certain lawyer when he returned to town, for it would make her a rich young lady ; ami then ho cried that he had left Eunice b.iveherown way too much; that she fell asleep with the packet in her lap, and she never dared to'ask any questions about it; that Mrs. Wesley hated her.and beat her like n slave, and that she sometimes thought of drowning herself, she was so miserable, that Mr. Wesley said improper things to her; that he was a bad man, but weak and under his wife's control; that on the day on which her trunk was search ed,,she was sent on an errand to the min isters ; was gone about an hour and a half, and on her return was taken up stairs to see her trunk opened, before she had pull ed off her bonnet and shawl; she was sure Mrs. Wesley had-put the things in her trunk while she was out, because she (Helen) had overhauled it that morning, and they were not in it then; but whether | Mr. Wesley knew about it or aot she j could not say, although she rather thought i he diil, because he looked guilty when his wife was opening her trunk. Telling the poor girl to cheer up. I went to the Sheriff's sitting room, where I fnunit Mrs. Mace. lat once informed her that in my opinion Miss Montressor was a per secuted girl, and hoped she would cheer her up, so that she could enter the court room with a good heat, on the morrow; this the kind hearted woman promised to do, and I hastened tomy office. My brain was in a whirl. Gregoiy—grandpa—the package which was to make her a rich yoilng lady—its mysterious disappear- j ance? Was old Mr. Gregory,really I lei- j en's grandfather? Was the packet the last will and testament, bequeathing his ; property to her? And had Eunice stolen i it from the child as she slept, that she ! might clutch the property by virtue of a former will which had been forced from ! the old man ? '■ lie cried and said he left Eunice have her own way too much!"— Her own way about what? 1 felt certain that I had got on the track of great vil ainy. and thought I could understand the reason for Eunice Wesley's hatred of Hel en. and her desire to blast the poor girl's character. After spending a half hour in arranging mv plans, I ordered a carriage and drove to Bedford. It was two when 1 reached the village. I wished first to see Hannegan, Wesley's serving man. By making a few cautious inquiries at the tavern, and disbursing a half dollar to the hostler, Hannegan was soon in my room. He was pleased to and that I was Helen's friend, and on my promising him never to let what he said goto Mrs. Wesley's ear, he told me that she had treated the poor girl like a dog. that he had seen her strike Helen, and heard her threaten to kill her and ruin her reputation : and that he believed the breastpin and money had beeiT put into the trunk by the old catamaran herself. He stated what Helen's behavior was when the articles were found in her trunk, and described the breastpin and money. The latter consisting of four half eagles, one of which had a hole in it, that had been made by Murch, the jeweler, so Mrs. Wesley could string on a ribbon for a birthday present for the minister's little •boy, and that was one way how Mrs. Wes ley knew the money wax hers. He also gave me a letter signed " Eunice ry," he had found in the yard that oK. and which he maintained was in Mrs. Wesley's hand-writing. That made him suspect that her name wasn't Naesmith before she was married to Wesley ; be ' thought that she might have been some relation to old Mr. Gregory, who died, and there must have been something bad to make her change her name. This information had a dead impression on mv mind, taken in connection with what Helen had told me; besides the name of Eunice Gregory seemed floating in my memory as though I had seen it connected with some event which had fa ded from recollection and was dimly re- Called. X dismissed Hannegau. and paid Mr. Murch, the jeweler, a visit; told h in who I was, and for what I called. He remem- " Let us have Faith that Right makes Might; and in that Faith let us, to the endjdare to do our duty as we understand it"' - A Lnroour BUTLER, BUTLER COUNTY, PA., WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 6, 1864. I ered the half eagle business—in fact it was on his record. He turned to see on what day the hole was made in the half eagle. It was Wednesday. the 17th of March—the verv day Helen's tiunk was searched. I askra at what hour the coin was delivered to Mrs. Wesley. He re plied that she called for it at 11 in the fore noon, and that Miss. Montressor's trunk was searched" at about 1 in the afternoon of the same day. " That looks strange," said I. " Would you have any objections to attend the tri al to-morrow, with your books, and testi fy?" " i£ot at all," he replied. I turned to depart. At that moment Wesley entered the shop, and was accos ted by the jeweler, who gave me a wink to indicate who he was. We had never before met, so I regarded him at my leis ure. He was an evil looking man. Over his left eye was a queer shaped scar, which ran crookedly across his forehead. The instant I saw the scar. I felt as tho' the whole thing was clear. The scar, the (description of which I so well remember ed, brought the whole thing freshly to my mind. I remembered now tho name of Eunice Gregory-—the child murderess— and there stood her accomplice under an name. Giving the jeweler a warning glance, I hastened to my carriage and drove furiously home, shut myself in my room, and determined to pass the en tire night if necessary, in preparing for the contest. I wished to clear my client on the charge made against her, expose Wesley's, and oblige them to make resti tution to the wronged and pillaged orphan. I transacted jny memory to find some thing tangible concerning the past career of Eunice Gregory and her accomplice, but found nothing. 1 had read tho story many years ago in a newspaper, the name of which 1 could not remember, I could not prove that the Wesley's were the same parties, and should I mention my suspi cions in court the District Attorney would scout at them as ridiculous and malicious inventions of my own, and tho Judge would charge the Jury to pay to them, I must rap the characters of tho Wesley's in my cross-examinations of their witnesses, arfd thus try and effect the •breach sufficient to justify a direct assault, on a charge of conspiracy against Helen, and crush James Wesley on the witness stand. And I wove my meshes for the victim until the morning suns rays stream ed through my windows. The court nas opened, a jury" ornpan nelled, the case called, Helen Montressor placed in tho prisoner's box, and the Dis trict Attorney's telling, merciless jpening of the Citsc completed, in what seemed to be but a few moments of time. Helen seemed to look more innocent than ever, and I resolved that full justice should be done her. if my resources could compass such a result. It is.in such an hour that a lawyer feels the honor and dignity of his position—it is then that he feels his re sponsibility. The first witness was Charlotte Boycc. She had been called by her mistress togo up and see Helen's trunk searched ; and she went up, and saw tho breastpin and money found in it—tucked away in one corner. By my cross-examination I elic ited the fact that Helen had just come home from an errand, _(on which she had been sent more than an hour,) when her trunk was searched, and had on her bon net and shawl; that ''she looked quite in nocent and unconcerned until the things were found, and then she seemed aston ished." On dismissing the witness, I gazed at the jury, but they sat with stern faces, as though resolved that nothing could make them clear the culprit. 1 called Miss Boyce back, saying I had for gotten a very important point. Thjs ex cited some attention, and when I asked her if Mrs. Wesley was in the habit of ill-treating the prisoner,everybody pricked up their cars. The girl hesitated and stamuuered, and finally said she was. " And why do you think so ?" I asked. "Because Mrs. Wesley beat her once with a large club", and threatened to kill her, and was scolding her. But don't ask me anymore questions," she suddenly ex : claimed, "or I shall loose my place!" I glanced at Mrs. Wesley, and saw that she was regarding her servant with a look of intense malignity ; and to annoy her, I appealed to tho Court io protect the wit ness against the threatening looks of her mistress. This brought all eyes to a focus on Mrs Wesley's ugly countenance, and she turn ed fairly white with indignation. The Judge Jold the witness to speak without fear, and if she lost her place by telling the truth, she would get plenty of better ones. Being satisfied with the impression made. I told the witness she might go, and the District Attorney permitted her to. pass without questioning. The next witness was Miss Sarah Brown, the seamstress —a rat eyed, hatch- et-l'aeed. dapper little creature. fie was at work for Mrs. Wesley at the tiiie the theft was discovered. She met Ilfjen the day before the trunk was searched, joining out of her mistress's room, and shi/looked so guilty she suspected she had Jfcen do ing-wrong. The tgime day Mrs. Wesley spoke to her about the things gone, and she told her suspicions. Theteupon she thought it would be a good plan to search Helen's trunk; proposed to do it at once, but Mrs. Wesley preferred towait. When the trunk was opened, the tlings were found in it, just as she expected they would be." When the witness was passed over U me. I asked in a careless tone, how sie kucw the money was in Mrs. AVeslep's room the day she had met Helen comjng thence. " She knew it. because Mrs. Wesley tfild her so. Couldn't be mistaken, for Vrs. Wesley had spoken about the half ctgle with tho hole in it, which she was giing to present to the minister's boy. This I made her say over and overigain until there could be no mistake ab>ut it, and-then asked if she knew who raide the hole in tho half eagle. "Yes; Mr. March, the jewo'er, made it." " Ts he in the room ?" I asked. " Yes, there he is," said nhe, pointing. I told Miss Brown she fcould go, and the District Attorney that Mr. Murch should be sworn. The Attorney handed Murch the half e&le, and asked if he recognized it. He sail he did; that the magistrate who committed the prison er had made a mark upon it "That'sall; the witnesj is yours, Mr. Remeson." , "Do you remember, Mr. Murch, on what day of the month you made the hole in the half eagle?" 1 asked. " It was on the 17th of March," said he. " Why, that was the veiy day the pris oner's trunk was searched, was it not?" I said, turning to the District Attorney. "That is the day mentioned in the in dictment," he replied. Turning again to the \titncss, I said, " Mr. Murch, please recolltct wfth precis ion ; you heard the witness who preceded you, swear that Mrs. Weslty told her that the identical half eagle, with the hole then made in it, was in her husband's trunk on, or before the 16th of last March. " Yes," said Murch, " I heard her swear to that, and was asfonislied. for Mrs. Wes ley brought me the coin in tho afternoon of the 16th, and told me 1 must have it fixed by noon next day ; at 11 on the 17th she came fdr it, and at 1 o'clock that af ternoon it was found in Miss Montressor's trunk." The District Attorney turned sharp round and gave the Wesley's a pierceing look. Mrs. Wesley was immovable; but Wesley turned pale and fairly cowered be neath the gaze of the Attorney, who, I saw, was now convinced of the true facts of the case; and judge and jury seemed to be of the same mind. I felt certain then of a verdict in my client'-s favor; but how was I to crush the Wesley's, and how win back her estate? I decided on my course. called next, and I show ed by him that Mrs. Wesley had persecu ted the prisoner in the most outrageous manner—beating her, and threatening to kill her. and ruin her reputation, and treating her shamefully. His testimony excited so much indignation against the couple that I longed for the moment that James Wesley should take she stand:— When Hannegan retired, Mrs. Wesley whispered to her husband, and he whis pered to the Attorney. The latter seed ed to be surprised, but announced that the prosecution would there rest the case. Everybody was surprised that the Wes ley's were not called, and my plans were all disarranged. I divined at once that Mrs. Wesley had suggested this course to shield her husband and herself from cross examination. Had the instinct of self preservation told her what was coming? I rase to open my case for the -defense, and I began by stating that I had incontestiblc evidence that a conspiracy had been en tered into to blast the character of my cli ent, to enable the parties in the conspira cy to perfect certain plans, which would fill the community with horror. . I saw that everybody was prepared to believe al most everything, and determined to waste no time in words. So I requested that James Wesley might be sworn, and de sired the Judge to have Eunice Wesley removed while her husband was being ex amined. She was taken out by the Sher iff, and I turned to question James Wesley. "James Wesley," said I, sternly, 11 how came that scar on your forehead ?" As the villain turned ghastly pale, stag gered, and clutched at the railing of the witness box for support, I felt sure of my man. " Answer me. Bob Harmon; how came that scar on your forehead ?" At the mention of the name, " Bob Har mon," the wretch fell back upon the seat and groaned, " Oh don't—don't bring that agin me 1" " I shall bring that up, and more too, unless you answer me truly about this pre tended theft. Now. tell me—did not Eu nice Gregory put these things in Miss Montressor's trunk ?" "Oh my God! how did you know about Eunice Gregory ? Do not bring that up now, it's gonQ by years ago,"' groaned the wretched man. "Answer me, then ; did not your wife put these things in Miss Montressor's trunk ?" " Yes, she did ; let the girl go, and do not ask me any more questions." The excitement now became overwhelm ing, and the witness began to fear his bod ily safety—a fact I determined to use as an additional screw. " I shall ask for little more," I replied, "as I do not wish to expose you to the rage of this audiance, ifyou'll answer promptly. Where is the will that old Mr. Gregory executed, making his grandchild, Helen Montressor, his heir, and which he gave to her to give to his lawyer when he re turned—the will your wife stole from the child as she lay sleeping?" " Oh, Lord ! it's come at last; jnst as I told her it would." " Where is the will," I thundered. " It is burnt," he exclaimed, 11 but Hel en is his only surviving relation, and the will by which my wife got the property is a forged one." Having achieved everything, and not caring to prolong the painful scene, I ask- I ed the District Attorney if it would not jbe better to dismiss the case. He cheer fully assented, and Miss Montressor, who in her flush of agitation and thankfulness looked more lovely than ever, was released from the custody of Mr. Mace and placed In charge of his wife, while Wesley and Ms wife slunk away from public indigna tion. The excitement was so great the Court was not adjourned till 6 I'. M.and I was obliged to state for the gratification of the ciowd how I had managed to get on the track of the Wesleys. I told them that many years before I had an account of the murder of a child by its auut, Eunice Gregory, assisted by her lover, one Bob Harmon, for tho purpose of possessing her niece's estate. In that account it was sta ted that Harmon, at the time of the mur der, had fallen down an area and gashed his head terribly, which afterwards heal ed and left a peevdier scar. The hints I received from Helen's story, and the let ter signed Eunice Gregory, had set my memory at work, and when I met Wesley, and observed the peculiar scar on his fore head, the whole thing flashed upon me, and I determined to make a bold "push to exposa them, and not onlj defend Helen against the charge of larceny, but wrench from her unnatural aunt the patrimony that had been withheld from her. My explanation was received with ap plause, and a movement set on foot to have tho Wesley's indicted for perjury; but it was never carried out, as they disappeared from that part of the country, and we till thought it best not to bring them back for any purpose whatever. . Helen secured her estate, and I secured Helen ; and if you will go home with me you ihall have an introduction to her anil the children. That case did the business for me all round, as by it I secured a great reputation, plenty of practice, a handsome wife and a large fortune. A SMART WOMAN. —A preacher not long since asking to stay all night at a country house was forbidden by tho lady. Knowing her to be a member of the church and generally pleased to entertain ministers, he began to quote Paul to her, hoping she would understand by this hint that he was a He had hardly got ouf'for thereby some have enter tained angels unawares," when she said, "but angels, sir would not come with tobac eostuck in their mouth." The preacher left without any further ceremony. GEN. MCCLELLAN TO MAKE A MOVE MENT. —A Sunday paper says: Gen. McClellan is now engaged upon a series of articles shortly to bo»publi»hed in a popular journal. They will be publish ed as an electioneering document in con nection with his report. A life of Mc- Clellan by a popular New York journalist is also under way; and the three—his life, his report, and his explanatory arti cles—will probably be published some time during the coming MaTch. It is be lieved that these publications, with his supposed popularity with the people, will give him a very fair show for the Presi dency. THE CAT MARKET. —There is a man who regularly visits one of the river towns and buys up all the cats he can find, ta king them to New York. The country people are in doubt whether they are bought for the furriers or the sausage ma kers.—Arjrn HOMEOPATHIC SOUP. Take a robbln's leg. Mind, the drumstick morely; Put it in a tub, Filled with water yearly. Sot it out of doors. In a place that'* shady; Let it stand R week (Three days for a lady). Put a spoonful in To a tlvf-quart kettle, It should be of tin, Or perhapu bell-metal. FilMhe kettle up. Put it on a boiling; Skim the liquor lyell To prevent Ita oiling. Let the liquor boll llalf-an-hour or longer (If 'tis a man You may make It stronger). Should you now desire That the soup be flavory, Pt ir it once around With a stalk of savory. When the soup is done, Set it by to jell it; Then three tim*s a day Let the patient smell it. If he chance to die, Say 'twas nature did it; But should he git well, Give the soup the credit. WIT AMD WISIMI.iI. POLITICAL ECONKMY. —Splitting your vote. W HAT'S the use of a seat of war to a standing army ? A jocose soul inquires if it is a libel to call a baker's apprentice a kneady loafer ? THE busiest coopers in these times are those that hoop the ladies. WHY is an unwelcome visitor like a shady tree I—Because wc are glad when he leaves. THE musician who can make bis hear ers forget time may be excused for not keeping it. IF you ob.#rve A gentleman with his . arm around a young lady, it is morally certain that they are not married. WITHOUT deliberation and prudence, the faster we go the further we may go out of the way. A printer out west, whose first son hap pened to be a very short, fat little fellow, named him Brevier Fullfaee .Tones. " I shall be indebted to you for life," as the man said to his creditors when he ran away to Australia. " I wonder what makes my eyes so weak," Aid a loafer. " Because they are in a weak place," said a bystander. As a proof of the hardness of the times, there is a man in Ohio who killed only half a pig at a time. AN exchange says that the young lady who '• thought she would have died" so many times, is now enjoying excellent health. CONSCIENCE is the most elastic materi al in the World. To-day you cannotstretch it over a mole-hill—to-morrow it bides a mountain. DOBBS, (not Bennett,) on being asked if he had ever seen the "Bridge of Sighs," replied:—" Yes, I have been traveling it ever since I was married. Rules of Etiquette foi Geniiemen Parties. Aft very bruenij, Stare around nma/.inKly, Strut in stuck-uj>-i»ibly, First to tlu» ludy who Sent round the card to you; Then you may condescend Thrje or four words to spend Oil some notoriety Who gilds society; Or whisper, quite killlngly. To somebelle, who willingly, PnßHcs lime flirtin^ly, Lauging—oh, certaiuly! Whispering blushiligl.V, Chocking you hufthiriKly— Whispering tillringiots fall Over your neck and all; Until, distressingly. Thrillingly, cunningly, Off In t waltz you go Spinning, half crazy, oh I This is propriety Out of socioty. IF a girl thinks more of her heels than of her head, depend %pon it, she will never amount to much; for brains which settle in the shoes never get above them. Young gentlemen will please make note of this. A man who puts aside hfs religion be cause he is going into society, resembles a person taking off his shoes because he is to walk upon thorns. A.v urchin, suffering from the applica tion of the birch, said, '-Forty rods are said to be a furlong. I know better : let any body get such a licking as I've had, and he'll find out that one rod makes an acher!" A French bishop, in a sermon, recently administered a philipic to crinoline wear ers: " Let women beware (said he) while putting on their profuse and expansive attire, how narrow are the gates of Para dise." A GOOD EXAMPLE.—A boy was once tempted by some of his companions to pluck some ripe cherries from a tree his father had forbidden him to touch. "You need notbeafraid," said they,"for if your father should find out that you had taken them, he ut so kind that he will not hurt you." "That is the very reason, replied the boy, why I would not touch them. It is true, my father may not hurt me; yet my disobedience I know would hurt my father: and that would be worse to me than any thing else, Was this not a verry good reason? NUMBER 4. The New Speaker. Mr. Colfax was born in New York Ci ty on the 23d of March 1823 and is de scended from General Schuyler and Cap tain Colfax, both of whom fought in the Revolution. At thirteen years of age he removed to Indiana, where he soon began life as a printer, in which humtde capa city he rose to a position of influence and honor. About twenty years ago he be came the proprietor of The South Send Register, and as a necessity of his posi tion became connected with the politics of his State. His political connection was with the Whig party, so long as it retain ed its organization after which he bccamo an earnest Republican. Mr. Colfax has now been a member of Congress lor nearly ten years. lie was elected Representative from Indiana in 1854, and has held the office ever since. In the thirty-fifth Congress he was cho sen Chairman of the Committee on Post offices and Post R >ads, and for one or two years past lie has been one of the Regents of the Smithsonian Institute. In his personal appearance lie is a little below the medium height, has dark eyes and hair, and a large forehead. He is a fluent speaker, distinct in his utterance, and impressive. He is very bland and courteous in demeanor, and kind and affable in all his social relations. On the 7th of December, 1863, lie was elected Speaker of the House. Although the position was never of greater moment than in the pres ent session, yet only a single ballot was cast, the result of which was the electiffl of Mr. Colfax by a vote of 101 to 81.— This decided vote settles at. once all doubt as to the firm purpose of the House tosup port the Administration. HOME MA NNF.RS. —Wo sometimes meot. with men who seem to think that anj» in-' dulgcnce in au affectionate feeling is weakness. They return from a journey and greet their families with a distant dig nity, and move among their children with the cold and lofty splendor of an iceberg, surrounded by its fragments. There is hardly a more unnatural sight on earth than one of these families without a heart. A father had better extinguish a boy's eyes than take away his heart. Who that has experienced the joys of" friendship, and values sympathy and affection, would not rather lose all that is beautiful in na ture's scenery, than bo robbed of the hid den treasures of his heart? Cherish, then your heart's best affections. Indulge iu the warm and gushing emotions of filial, parental and fraternal love. Think it not a weakness. God is love. Love God, every body, and every thing that is lovely. Teach your children to love; to love the rose; the robin; to love their parents; to lovo their God. Let it be a studied ob ject of their domestic culture, to give them warm hearts, ardent affections. Bind your family together by those strong chords. You pannot make them toostrong. Religion is love; love to God, toman. A CIIF.AP LUXURY. —As a *R ary traveler was wending his way through the mud, out in a far west region of the country' he discovered*!!broad a young maiden standing in the door of a small log house. lie rode up in front of the house and asked the maiden for a drink of water ; he drank it, and she being the first lady he had seen for several days, he offered her a" dime for a kiss." The young maiden accent ed the offer, and received both kiss and dime. The traveler was about to pro ceed : "What am I to do with the dime?" " Yon may use it i<i any way you wish," he replied; "it is yours. *' "That being the case," she replied, "I'll give you back the dime and take another kiss." BStif* In the middle ages, in France, a person convicted of being a calum niator, was condemned to place himself on all fours, and bark like a dog for a quarter of an hour. If this custom was adopted at the present day,there would be some bow-wowing. An orator, perspiring freely in a husky voice said—"la short,ladies and gentlemen, I wish, I can on!y say that I wish I had a window in my bo som, that you might see the emotions of my heart." The newspapers prin ted the speeck, leaving ; n' out of 'wi dow.' lie.was taken somewhat aback when he read it. Every school boy knows that a kite would not fly unless it had a string tying it down. It is justso in life.— The man who is tied down by a half a dozen responsibilities and their mother will make a stronger and higher flight than the old baehler, provided they allow him to rise at all. Siucority is to speak aa we think, to do as we pretend and profess, to perforin and make good what we promise, and re ally to be what we would seem and appear to be.— Punch.