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From the Louisville Times.
John Tuell's Shirt.
A Down-East Ballad.
BY JIUS. B. F. FOSTER.
Tim Dickson was a Yankee lad,
Farming his occupation,
TLe town of Cooper down in Maine,
His birth-place and location.
A quiet, simple place it was,
Whose good folks said their prayers,
And thought they had enough to do
To mind their own affairs.
A newspaper they seldom saw,
And then had no desire
For locomotion without legs,
Or messages ou wire.
In foreign men and foreign things
They took but small diversion,
And deep as their religious faith,
For England their aversion.
Hut Tim, he loved the marvellous;
Phrenologists had said,
The organ wonder was, no doubt,
The largest in his head.
One day it chanced, that Tim unto
Machias town did come
To sell potatoes, and to fetch
Some groceries tlto hum."
And. there arrived he lounged about,
And gaped in every shop,
Considering what he'd like to buy,
And what he had to swop.
At last he met a stranger lad,
Who had a dog to sell ,
A curious little cur it was,
And Tim to wondering fell.
The like he'd never seen before,
And ne'er might see sgain,
For 'twas an English hound, the first
That e'er set foot in Maine.
Much he admired the giossy skin,
The limbs all strength and grace;
The pendant ears, that softness gave
To that sagacious face.
But more, I ween, had he admired,
Could he have seen the hound
Spring forth o'er England's dewy fields
To hail the bugle sound.
With tails erect, and nostrils spread,
They cleave the morning air;
And lead the joyous huntsmen forth
To chase the stag and hare.
Then, 'tis a gallant sight to see
The yeomanry ride by,
W ith scarlet coats and breeches white,
On steeds of mettle high.
To sec far off the pack of hounds,
O'er hills and vales they go,
W hile still the wind brings back their cry
Their merry "yo-o-o I"
Of this Tim Dickson nothing knew,
Cut well he liked the beast,
And much he longed to show the folks
An English hound, down-East :
And being somewhat flush of cash,
"1 11 buy that dog," he said,
The lad was poor, so glad to sell
His favorite for bread.
The bargain made his errands done,
Soon Tim began to joy,
Eut it was late ere he arrived
At Cooper with his dog.
He found his doors all fastened up,
The good folks gone to bed,
And he had no alternative
Eat sleeping in a shed,
Eut with an English cur lie down
lie would on no pretence,
fco took him in a neighbor's yard
And tied him to the fence.
Then weary with his joyrney, tim
' pread straw upon the ground,
aa soon was wrapped in slumber deep ;
0t SO. the cantivft hound
n.1at. strange place without a bed
lie liked not sleeping so,
e scratched and whined, and then broke out
ith his long loud "yo-o ?".
lk're window just above
A he yard where he was tie J,
And in that room John Tuell lay
His gentle spouse beside.
Now, Mrs. Tuell was a dame
Of puritanic breed,
A staunch and stern disciple she
Of Calvin's fiery creed.
At meeting twice a week, in prayer
"Would she so strongly wrestle,
That all the wondering neighbors thonght
She was a chosen vessel.
But old John Tuell, he was said
To be a hardened man,
Who to perceive his fallen state
Had never yet began.
His dame had often preached to him,
That man was wholly evil,
And tried to stir his conscience up,
And scare him with the Devil.
But John would only smoke his pipe
Or drop into a dose,
Or say, '-Wall ne-ow, I rather guess
You'd better fix my hose !"
This night, dame Tuell in her sleep
Grew conscious of some sound,
But thinking it must be a dream
She only turned her round.
Till loud and long, the yo-o-o,
Came ringing in her ear ;
She started, woke, and plunged bcnoalu
The bed-clothes hi her fear.
On howled the hound, his voice grew as
He exercised it more;
Such hideous cries had ne'r been heard,
In Cooper town before.
The dame as 'neath the clothes she hid,
Half petrified by fright,
Thought that the world was at an end,
And this the final night.
An hour or more she trembling lay,
And scarce her breath could take,
She did not dare to speak or move
The slumbering John to wake.
At last the morning dawned, and she
A little courage took,
And with a weak and trembling hand
Her sleepy spouse she shook.
"Get up, for God's sake! John, get up !
All flesh awaits its doom,
I hear the trumpet lou proclaim
The day of Judgment's come !
Hark, hark ! how near the awful peal
That calls us all from hence,
I'm sure the Angel of the Lord
lias perched upon our fence 1
All John, it is your hardened state
That makes him come so near,
Get up, get up and dress yourself,
I'm almost dead with fear."
But John he only turned him o'er
And grunted, he would fain
Have shut his ears to all she said
And gone to sleep again.
But Mrs. Tuell kicked and shook,
And gave such earnest cries,
Of "man get up ! the Judgment's come !"
That he just oped his eyes,
4nd murmured, "Wall, if Judgement-day
Is as you assert,
Just let me be, 1 can't show forth.
You know, I've no clean shirt?"
"But hear," she cried, "that solemn sound
To linger now'a no use,
You're like the wedding guests who all
Began to make excuse !"
So out of bed" with plunge and push
She thrust her drowsy half,
"Who staggering to the window burst
Into a loud hoarse laugh.
"Why, Beck!" he cried, "you often take
Your husband for a hog,
But now you hear an Angel in a
Nation ugly dog !"
This story soon got wind, and when
Dame Tuell walked abroad,
Folks often asked, "when she'd heard
The Angel of the Lord I"
Nor held she forth again in prayer,
But would some urchin pert
Hint, "Judgment-day was coming, and
She'd better wash John's shirt !"
Now, if Dame Tuell's piety
Had really been sincere,
I can't tell why the Judgement-day
Had caused her so much fear.
But this I learn, she afterwards
Left others' souls alone,
And stayed at home to spin and cook,
And get her washing done.
And farther still, that honest John
When in his home began
Such pleasant change, in gratitude
Turned quite a pious man.
A happy couple they, and could
Their after life be seen,
I doubt not they'd be ever found
VTith shirt and conscience clean.
July 20, 1S52.
Lxfoemation Wasted. If the whigs, after
placing a citizen of North Carolina on their tic
ket, and after making unprecedented exertions
by the circulation of New Boston libels, congres
sional certificates, secret circulars and picture
books, by thousands and ten of thousands, can
not carry the old North State, what State can
they carry ? That is the question of the day,
and it is very perplexing and hard to answer.
EBSXSBllG, TIIliRSDAY, SEPTEMBER 9, 1852.
The Lover RiiU the Husbaud.
BT IE. MAUVE L.
In his "Dream Lifo" Ik. Marvel thus sketch
ex in a pleasant Tein and with those self-concerted,
humanizing incidents which have ever gain
ed the laughter and good will of the world, the
lover and the newly married man :
"You grow unusually amiable and kind ; you
are earnest in your search of friends ; you shake
hands with your oSce bey, as if he were your
second cousin. You joke cheerfully with the
stoutwasherwonian, cad give her a shilling over
change, and insist upon her keeping it, and
grow quite merry at the recollection of it. You
tap your hackman on the shoulder very familiar
ly, and tell him he is a capital fellow ; and don't
allow him to whip his horses, except when driv
ing to the post-oince. You even ask him to take
a glass of beer with you upon some chilly evea
ing. You drink to the health of his wife. He
says he has no wife whereupon you think him
a very miserable man ; and you give him a dol
lar by way of consolation.
"You think all the editorials in the morning
papers are remarkably well written whether
upon your6ide or upon another. You think the
stock-market has a very cheerful look with
Erie of which you are a large holder down
to seventy-five. You wonder why you never
admired Mrs. Heraans before, or Stoddard, or
any of the rest.
"You give a pleasant twirl to your fingers as
you saunter along the street ; and say but not
so loud as to bo overheard 'She is mine she
"You wonder if Frank ever loved Nelly one- i
half as well ae you lore Madge ? You feel quite
sure he never did. You can hardly conceive j
how it is, that Madge has not been seized before
now by scores of enamored men, and borne off,
like the Sabine women in Romish history. You
chuckle over your future, like a boy who has
found a guinea in groping fov sixpence. You
read over the marriage service thinking of the
time when you will take her hand, and slip the
ring upon her finger: and repeat after the cler
gyman 'for richer for poorer ; for better
for worse.' A great deal of 'worse' there will
be about it, you think.
"Through all, your heart cleaves to that sweet
image of your beloved Madge, as light cleaves
to day. The weeks leap with a bound ; and the
months only grow long when you approach that
day which is to make her yours. There arc no
flowers rare enough to make boquets for her ;
diamonds are too dim for her to wear ; pearls
are too tame.
" And after marring, the weeks are even
shorter than before ; you wonder why ou earth
all single meji in the world do not rush turuul
tuously to the altar ; you look upon them as a
travelled man will look upon some conceited
Dutch bocr, who has never been beyond the lira
its of his cabbage garden. Married men, dn
the contrary, you regard as fellow voyagers ;
and look upon their wives ugly as they maybe
as better than none.
"You blush a little at first telling your butch
er what 'your wife, would like ; you bargain
with the grocer for sugurs and teas, and wonder
if he knows that you are a married man ? You
practise your new way of talk upon your office
boy : you tell him that 'your wife' expects ycu
home to dinner ; and are astonished that he
does not stare to hear you say it !
"You wonder if the people in the omnibus
know that Madge and you are just married ;
and if the driver knows that the shilling you
hand to him is for 'self and wife V You wonder
if anybody was ever so happy before, or will be
so happy again ?
"You enter your name upon the hotel books
as 'Clarence and Lady ;' and come back
to look at it, wondering if anybody ' else has
noticed it, and thinking that it looks remarka
bly well. You cannot help thinking that every
third man you meet in the hall, wishes he pos
sessed your wife ; nor do you think it very sin
ful in him to wish it. You fear it is putting
temptation in the way of covetous men, to put
Madge's little gaiters outside the chamber-door
"Your home, when it is entered, is just what
it should be ; quiet, small, with everything
that she wishes, and nothing more than she
wishes. The sun strikes it in the happiest pos
sible way ; the piano is the sweetest toned in
the world ; library is stocked to a charm ;and
Madge, that blessed wife, is there, adorning and
giving life to it all. To think, even of her pos
sible death, is a suffering you class with the in
fernal tortures of the Inquisition. You grow
twain of heart as of purpose. Smiles seem
made for marriage ; and you wonder how you
ever wore them before !"
gy-"Who is Franklin Tierce ?" Huron Hc-
He is the unanimous nominee of the Demo
cratic party for the Presidency, and the very
man they intend to elect. He is the man who,
when the war with Mexico was declared, wrote
the following letter to President Polk :
'Sib. : If my country requires my services, lam
ready to march .'
Tie Baltimore Clipper of the 14th instant (
rydecided Whi? nanorA in a! In. iir.tr tr r.n
, 0 A L o
nomuiee for the Presidency, says :
"The state of his health continued very bad
all tl! time he was in Mexico. He was on the
best terms with Gen. Scott, his present rival for
the'l'residency, and Gen. Scott often invited him
to dinner. He was idolized by the men- under
his conmand. He was modest and silent about
his owa deserts, though he fought as tcdlas any
of the Generals."
"We have said, and we repeat it, that abuse
of candidate is impolitic, as well a3 unjust
and, in regard to Gen. Pierce, we have done no
thing more than echo public speaking of him in
tcrm of commendation. He was comparative
ly unknown, at least to us before his nomina
tion ; and we are rejoiced that he proves to be of
IIov much more noble must appear the con
duct of Gen. Pierce if he was thus situated
while iu Mexico. Gen. Scott's depatches, (and
likewise those of every other ofiicer with whom
he was assoclted,) speak of him as a most gal
lant ofSec-r ; and if, in addition to the severe
injury that he received at Chepultepec, ho was
also in bad health ; how utterly heartless nay,
demoniac must be the creatures who can pen
such a paragraph as thi3 :
"It is a fact, the General spent nearly a year
in the service during tha Mexican War, and got
within sight of the engagement at Contrcras.
Owing probably to some nervous affection, the
rude music of the artillery overwhelming
him, and he fiinled and teas carried ten
derly cj' the field ! Ho had no doubt read
before, that 'discretion was the better part of
This appeared in the Commercial Journal of
the 18th instant ; but we take pleasure in sta
ting that Robert M. Riddle, Esq., the editor of
that paper, was not in the city at the time.
Mr. Grecly, of the New York Tribune, thus
gpeaks, in consequence of an article having ap.
peared in his paper of a similar character with
the above :
"The allusions to General Pierce's private
character and habits, which appeared in abetter
frcm Concord, N. II., in our last, would have
been suppressed if we had observed them before
publishing the letter. We do not know them to
be well founded ; and, in the absence of any
proof, presume that they arc erroneous, or at
least grossly exaggerated. General Pierce if
certainly not a temperance man, in our sense of
the term ; but we know nothing with regard to
his habits which should expose him to public
reprehension. We regret that the allusion of
our correspondent appeared in our columns."
. Country Ijife.
The Editor of the New York Times, having a
little leisure, takes a peep outside the city, and
then tantalizes the people frying and roasting
inside the city walls, with the following descrip
tion of the good times country people have just
about these days, in those pants. Hear how
the writer crowds all sorts of tantalizing things
into his picture :
"The ladies have filled the annual demijohn
cf current wine 'it is so good when it gets old,
for sickness,' packed the keg of cucumbers in
salt for pickles, and added ajar a gooseberries
to the goodly row of jars on the shelf in the cel
lar, filled with dainty preserves, and properly
marked as to their contents, and whether 'done'
in molasses or sugar. It is a kind of breathing-time
between harvest, and the corn-hoeing
and fishing soon to follow. Now is the time for
little excursions about the bays and to the sea
ports within a few hours' sail. So the girls
teaze their fathers, who really can't see how
they can spare the time, and some gallant
young captain proffers the use of his new schoo
ner, now lying in the harbor, and the arrange
ment is soon concluded. Packing into ample
baskets the boiled ham and tongue, tho roast
chickens and pot-pies, bottles of milk, lots of
tea and coffee, piles of biscuit and pecks of ginger-nuts,
and all the requisite utensils for get
ting up a chowder at any time, some fine sun
ny morning half the village may be seen mus
tered on the sand-beach, waiting their turn to
be boated off to the pretty craft that looks so
gay in her new colors. Fairly afloat, they sing
and fish, and eat, and compare opinions, and
make love so satisfactorily, that the list of mar
riages in the country paper will crowd the edi
torials for many months to come. They land
where the grove looks most romantic, pick ber
ries, boil their blue fish, make a chowder, or a
clam-bake,- and sail back by moonlight to the
place of their embarkation in the morning.
The teams are waiting on the beach, to take
them home, a good deal wearied, yet satisfied
that it was the best time they ever did have.
The enjoyment of the day is complete when they
find that the baby has no t been cross at all, at
home; that Charlie hns looked the eggs and
brought up the cows, and fed the pigs ; and
that aunt Charity has skimmed the milk, and
done the week's baking, and snugged up the
house for Sunday. Good luck to all our farm
ing friends, and such frequent returns of these
refreshing showers, that their abundaat crops
of potatoes shall make good all their losses by
damaged hay and shrunken wheat, and leave
them a broad margin, on squaring accounts in
Irving nud Ik. Marvel.
The editor of the Springfield Republican thus
sketches these two literary celebrities, aa he
seen them at Saratoga, a few days since :
"A medium sized old gentleman with a feeble
voice or a cracked voice thero is no charac
ter in it sits talking with a friend, and the
friend listens with deep respect to every word.
You see gentlemen walking, as we are, purpose
ly downthe piazza to look at him carelessly, of
course, and with no apparent rudeness. You
study his features, but you find nothing jein-
arkablo in them. He is a plainly dressed,
plain, sober looking old man, without a look a
bove a respectable mediocrity, and you are sur
prised to hear that you have been looking it the
author of theSketch Book, Washington Irving.
"They say Ik Marvel is here," 6ays a gcntle
mnn to me. "Should you know him were you
to see him ? Will you point him out to me ?"
As this gentleman feels, so feel all. I doubt if
there is a man here in regard to whom thero is
such an intense feeling of curiosity. The la
dies would give anything to be introduced, and
the gentlemen probably hope they will be dis
appointed. But here comes the object of our
thoughts in an unconscious ssunter, dressed iu
a light, plain summer rig, and all unmindful of
the heartitching that is felt on every 6ide in his
behalf. An acquaintance takes his cordial
hand and tells him that he is bound for Sharon
Springs, and that he only stops at Saratoga for
the night, and as Eome tall whiskerando looks
at him askance, as if about to swallow him, he
bids his friend good evening, and we pass on.
The following is for Mrs. Rush, the celebra
ted lady of fashion and fortune of Philadelphia.
A sweeping skirt goes by. The air makes
way for the lady that carries it hats come off,
and very genteel bows are made, and all is fuss
and obedience. After recovering your breath,
you inquire who it is that thus ttarts up fash
ionable life in her walks, and learn that it is
Madame Rush, the "Queen of Philadelphia," a
lady of immense wealth and intense fashion.
The "Way they do thinu Ji Elii Coxxniy.
The editor of the Elk County Democrat talks
familiarly of droves of elk in that region, and
attempts to poke fun at his neighbors who have
nothing better than beef-steak, he says :
A few days ago, a couple of well-known hunt
ers of our country, while pursuing their legiti
mate trado of hunting in these prolific forests,
came across a drovo of elk, and in less than five
minutes killed seven of them. It 13 a fact well
known among hunters and almost every body
else, that elk are generally found iu droves of
from three to twelve or fifteen. We aro not in
formed as to the number in thi3 drove, but
there were a few more left of the same sort.
This species cf game the most magnificent tho
country affords is becoming somewhat thinned
cut ; yet occasionally, as in tho present ins
tance, some fortunate chap lights upon a drove
of these 'antlered monarchs of tho forest,' when
if he don't happen to get tho 'buck fever,' woe
unto them. Whenever you see a hunter com
ing in from an excursion, you can tell the mo
ment you set your eyes upon him whether he
has brought down one of these monsters or not.
If he has, he seems inflated as much above his
usual size as a huge elk is larger than tho most
tinny fawn His very step is more elastic, and
the twinkle of his eye tell3 you plainly, 'lam
one of'em,' 'I have focht him.'
If he hns killed half a dozen of them at one
time, you can't see Lim all over at once, you
are in the same predicament with tho fellow
whose sweet-heart was so large J:at he couldn't
hug all round at once. His very breath savors
of elk meat, and he woulan waste his ammuni
tion upon small game, euch as deer, bear, or
wo!ve3 for a fortnight after.
For the benefit of our friends abroad, who
can't get any thing to eat, but beefsteak, and
'flitch and molasses,' we would say that elk
steak, we are sorry that you can't have some,
has been rapidly oa tha decline ever sinco those
fellows were taken, and still has a slight tend
London in 1852. Mr Weed, of the Albany
Evening Journal, in a late letter from London,
"Have you a realizing sense of what London,
population and magnitude, realy is ? Do you
know that in population it is larger than the
census of 1810 showed the entire State of New
York ? The inhabitants of tho cities of New
York, Philadelphia, Boston, Baltimore, Albany,
Troy, Utica, Syracuse, Rochester, and Buffalo
combined, would not make, by three or four
hundred thousand, another London ? It has
already swallowed up all the neighboring villa
ges, and is extending its 'lamp districts' in ev
ery direction, as rapidly as Milwaukie or Chi
cago spread themselves. I have been driven
five, six, seven and eight miles in different
quarters without getting through the wilder
nrss of dwellings. The railroads run for miles,
not through, but over the city. And as for the
wealth of london, why, that is beyond the pow
er, if not of figures, at least of computation."
j TIIItEE HAYS L AT Ell FROM ElllOl'E.
t Arrival of the America.
Thef steamer America sailed from Liverpool
on the 21ft., and arrived at Halifax last evening
at six o'clock, bringing three day later intelli
gence than the Washington, which left South
ampton on the lfiih. We subjoin thee following
news by the America.
Tho news of the capture of the Taga by the
British is confirmed. It is thought that Burmah
will be annexed to Englund.
Queen Victoria has returned to Englaud.
The Fishery queetionexcitee no further une
asiness. A ministerial paper announce "ho
mstter as in process of amicable adjustmeuL
The grand fete at Paris on the 15th, passed
The steamer Magdalena arrived et ffSathmp
ton from the West Indies with $11000.
Advices from Australia to thiaidJIa f May
State that the yield of gold has been immense
far outstripping California.
A new steamship is building at Dumbarton for
the Cunard line ; she will be 8000 ton kurthen,
and fifty feet longer than the Great Britain,
andVill cost upwards of one hundred thousand
The ministerial journals announce perfect con
fidence in the termination cf th Fishery dis
pute on terms of absolute reciprocity, o far as
the right of fishing is concerned. By tha terms
of the treaty, the Americans will have th liber
ty of fishing in the British waters, and the Erit
ish in the American waters, within three milea
of the shore, to be measured nearest the ehuro
without distinction of Bay or openea.
It is reported that the screw frigate Termagant
is fitting out at Portsmouth to join the fishing
The Leeds Chamber of Commerce hav ad
journed without taking step in reftrace to the
dispute with the United States.
The Coroner's inquest held over the boaie
shot at the election riot at the six mile bridge
in Ireland, returned a verdict of willful murder
against John C. Delmadgc, Justice cf th Pc&co
and eight soldiers of the 31at Regiment.
The potato crop is improving. It estimate I
that one half the crop in the'infected districts
will be saved.
France. The American minister did not dina
with the corps diplomatique on the anniversary of
the Emperor Napoleon at St. Etienne. The re
ligious services advertised by tho French Consul
to take place on. the occasion were stopped by
Louis Napoleon was not present at the Ball
at Marchandcs Innocents, on Tuesday niht.
Rumor says a conspiracy to assassinate him, if
present, had been detected.
The America brings 150 passengers.
Tho Artie arrived at Liverpool on the ICtb.
The British Parliament was prorogued on tha
Darmstadt has made concilitary offer t
Brazil has purchased eight shipe cf the Ger
A new Austrian loan is contemplated.
Russia has concluded a commercial treaty
with the Tope.
The Cholera is depopulating Russian Toland.
The Duke of Hamilton is doad.
The Princess Yasa has returned from Austria.
Her marriage it is supposed is broken off.
A French war steamer has seized three Eng
lish vessels which were fishing within three miles
of tho coast of France.
The Turkish Ministry is overthrown. AH
Tacha is chosen Viceroy.
G. P. R. James, the novelist, has been ap
pointed British Consul to Norfolk.
There has been a 6light loss in the Liverpool
markets from tho advances of the previous Tues
day. The Bishop of Tittsburg has arrived at Paris.
The change in tho Turkish Cabinet was cni
by a remonstrance cf the French envoy respec
ting tho affair of the Holy Cities.
Tho re-opening of the Zollvcrin Congress is
postponed until tho ISth.
Tho Austrian government is about to open ne
gotiations for a loan of 50,000,000 florins.
Great damage has been done in the Northern
provinces of Spain by rain storms. In some
parts the crops are totally destroyed. The vind
disease is spreading near Barcelona.
A national Exhibition at Copenhagen is to be
opened in th Crystal Palace on tho lGth of Au
gust. The Conference of Plenipotentiaries at Stut
gardt closed on tho 14 th.
IIox. Pieb.sk Socle, the distingishod Senator
from Louisiana in a private letter to his partner,
thus speaks of Gen. Pierce :
. I have seen the man, and a man he is ; of lofty
mien, of winning manners, and easy and elegant
speech, of great diretness of purpose, of facile
access, and yet dignified and imposing a man
I tell you who will grace the Presidential chair,
add to the credit of our party, and do honor to
the nation. In him we may repose the most
absolute and unreserved confidence. His mind
is of the highest order. What strikes in him
most, is the bold confidence with which he ad
dresses himself to any subject an unerring re
velation of conscious rectitude and of moral amZ