- i r‘. ,E,4 • • • ri7 Iri t: Le bo WILLIAM BREWSTER, 1 EDITORS. SAM. G. WHITTAKER, ;,(4rniont alit aonn. From the Evening Post. RALLYING SONG. Tugr—The Marseilles Hymn. Behold I the furious storm is rolling, Which Border Fiends, confederate, raise, The Dogs of War, let loose, are howling, And lo I uur infant cities blase. And shall we calmly view the ruin, While lawless force with giant stride Spreads desolation far and wide, In guiltless blood his hands imbruing? Arise, arise, ye brave I And let our• war•cry be [Alen, Free Speech, Free Press, Free Soil, Free Fse•MONT and Victory Oh, Liberty I can he resign thee Who once has felt thy generous flame? Can threats subdue, or bolts confine thee— Or whips thy noble spirit tame? No I by the beacons bright bending o'er us We've called our Captain to the van— Behold the hour—Behold the man I Oh, wise and gallant, go before us 1 Then let the shout again Him; out from sea to sea, [Men, I'm Speech, Free Press ' Free Soil, Free FitE.SIuNT and Victory! Harrah, hurrah! from hill and valley, Hurrah! from prairies wide and free! Armand our glorious Chieftain rally, For Kansas and for Liberty I Let him who first her wilds exploring, Her virgin beauty gave to fume, Now save her from the curse and shame Which slavery o'er her soil is pouring. Our, standard.bearer, then, The bravo Path.fluder bet [Nfen, Free Speech, Free Press, Free Soil, Free FItI,MONT and Victory I THE WHITE HOUSE RACE. 'lexE—"Cumplown Races. There's an old gray horse whose name is Buck ; Du da, du dn. His dam was Fully and his sire God Luck, Du da, du do Chorus—We're bound to work all night, We're bound to work all day, I'll bet my money on the Mustang Colt, Will anybody bet on the Gray. The Mustang Colt is strong and young, Du do, du do. His wind is sound and his kneei not Sprung, lluda, tlu da day. Chorus—We're bound to, .te. The ohl gray horse is a well known hack, o. Itn h, du da. lle'a lung been fed at the public rack, Du da, du da day, Chorus—We're bound to, &c. The Mustang is a full blood colt, Du da, du da. He cannot shy and he will not bolt. Du da, du da day Chorus—We're bound to, &c. Thu old gray horse ,vhen he tri e s to trot, - ' Du da, dude.. Goes round and round in the same old spot, Duda, du du day. .... Chorus—We're bound to, ke. The Mustang goes at a killing pace, Duda, da da. He's bound to win in the tour mile race, Du da, du da day. Chorus—We're going to, Sc, Then do your best with the old gray hack, . , . Du du, du da. The Mustang Cult will clear the track, Do du, do da day. Chorus—We're bound to work all night, „ We're hound to work all day, I'll hot my money on the Mustang You'd 'better not bet on the gray. *ltc.t.clj. ETHAN ALLEN IN CAPTIVITY. —*so 0.«.- Among the episodes of the Revolution ary war, none is more strange than thnt of the queer genius, Ethan Allen. In Eng land, the event and the man being equally uncommon, Allen seemed to have been a curious combination of it Hercules, a Joe Miller, a Bayard, and 'Porn flyer, He had a person like the Belgian giant, mountain music like a Swiss, and a heart plump as Coeur de Lion's. Though born in New England, he exhibited no traces of her character, except that his heart beat wildly for his country's freedom. He was frank, bluff, companionable as a pagan, convivial as a Roman, hearty as a harvest. For the most part, Allen's manner while in England was scornful and ferocious in the last degree, although qualified at times by a heroic sort of levity. Aside from that inevitable egotism relatively pertaining to pine trees, spires and giants, there were, perhaps, two special, incidental reasons for the 'ritaatic Vermonter'a singular demean. or abroad. Taken captive while heading a forlorn hope before Montreel, he was treated with inexcusable cruelty and indig nity. Immediately suffered to have been butchered by the Indian allies in cold blood upon the spot had he not with desperate intrepidity availed himself of his enormous physical strength by twitching a British officer end using him for a target, whirling him round and round against the murder ous tomahawks of the savages. Shortly afterwards, led into the town fenced about with bayonets of the guard, the comman der of the enemy, one Col. McCloud, flour ished his cane over his captive's head with brutal insults, promising him a rebel's hal ter at Tyburn. During his passage to Eng- land in the same ship wherein went pas senger Col. Guy Johnson, the implacable Tory, he was kept heavily ironed in the hold, and in all respects was treated like a mutineer ; or it may be, rather as a lion of Asia, which, though caged, was too dread ful to behold without fear and trembling, and consequent cruelty. And, no wonder, at least, for on ono occasion, when chained hand and foot, he was insulted by an offi• car, with his teeth he twisted off the nail that went through the mortise of his hand cuffs, and so having his arms at liberty, he challenged the insulter to mortal combat. Often when at Pendennis Castle, when no other revengement was at hand, he would hurl on his foes such a howling tempest of anathemas as fairly shook them into retreat Prompted by somewhat similar motives both on shipboard and in England he would often make the most vociferous allusions to 'Ticonderoga, and the part he played in its capture, well knowing that of all the Am erican names Ticonderoga was, at that pe riod, by far the most famous and galling to Englishmen. Israel Potter, an exile American while strolling around Pendennis Castle, where Allen was confined, chanced to hear him in one of his outbursts of indignation and madness, of which the following is a ape• cimen : 'Brag no more, old England ; consider that you are only an island ! Order back yo it broken battalions, and repent inashes! Long enongh have you hired tories across the sea, forgotten the Lord their God, and bowed down to Howe and Kniphausen— the Hessian! Hands ofl, redskinned jack al! ! Wearing the King's plate, as I do, (meaning, probably, certain manacles,) I have treasures of wrath against you Brit ish.' Then came a clanking, as of chains, ma• ny vengeful sounds, all confusedly togeth er, Then again the voice. .Yo brought me out here, from my du n• goon, to this green, affronting yon Sabbath sun, to see how a rebel looks. But lit show you how a true gentleman and chris ttan can conduct in adversity. Back, dogs! respimt a gentle - mon and a christian, tho' he be in rags and smell of bilge water.— Yes, shine on, glorious sun ! 'Tis the same that warms up the hearts of my own Green Mountain Boys, and lights up with its rays the golden hills of Vermont ! Filled with astonishment at these words which came from over a massive wall, in cluding what seemed an open parade spaoe Israel pressed forward, and soon came to a black archway leading far within, under neath, to a grassy tract, through a tower. Like two boar tusks two sentries stood on guard at either side of the open jaws of the arch. Scrutinizing our adventurer a mo• meat, they signed him to enter. Arriving at the end of the arched trey, where the sun shone, Israel stood transfix ed at the scene. Like some baited bull in the ring, crou ched the gigantic captive, handcuffed ns before : the grass of the green trampled and gored up all about him, both by his own movements and those of the people around. Except some soldiers and sailors these seemed to be mostly town's people, collected here out of curiosity. The stran ger was outlandishly arrayed in the sorry remnant of a half Indian, half Canadian sort of dress, consisting of a fawn-skin jack et—the fur outside and hanging in rugged tufts—a half rotten bark like u belt of war• porn ; aged breeches of sagathy ; darned worsted stockings reaching to the knee ; old moccasins, riddled with holes. their me• toil tags yellow with salt water rust ; fad ed red woolen bonnet, not unlike a Russian nightcap, or a portentous ensanguined full moon, all soiled and stuck about with half rotten straw ; unshaven beard, matted and profuse as a cornfield beaten down by hail stones. His whole marred aspect was that Ma wild beast, but a royal sort, and iamb dued by the cage. Aye, stare ! stare ! thou but last night dragged me out of a ship's hold like a smut ty' tierce, and this morning out of your lit tered barracks there like a murderer—for all that you may well stare at Ethan Ticon deroga Allen, the conquered soldier by—! You Turks never saw a christian before. Stare on ! I am he who, when your Lord Howe wanted to bribo a soldier patriot to fall down and worship him by an offer of a major generalship, and five thousand acres of land in old Vermont—ha ! three times three for glorious old Vermont and the Green Mountain bays ! hurrah ! hur rah I hurrah ! —I am he, I say, who an swered your Lord Howe : 'You, you offer our land I You are like the devil in the Scripture, offering all tho kingdoms in the world, when the d—d soul had not a corn er lot on earth ! Stare on, I say 'Look you rebel you, you had best heed how you talk against General lord Um, " LIBERTY AND UNION, NOW AND FOREVER, ONE AND INSEPARABLE. " HUNTINGDON, PA., WEDNESDAY, JULY 9, 1856. here f' said a thin, wasp waisted, epaulet ed officer of the castle, coming near end flourishing his sword about him like a schoolmaster's ferrule. !General Lord Howe? Heed how I talk of that toad-hearted king's lick spittle of a poltroon! the very vilest wriggler in God's worm home below. I tell you the hordes of red-haired devils are impatiently shout ing to ladle Lord Howe with lus gang— you included—into the seethingest syrups of lophet's hottest flames.' At this blast the wasp-waisted officer was blown backwards as from the sudden. ly purst head of a steam boiler. Stagger ing away with a snapped ?pine, he mutter ed something about its being beneath his dignity to bandy words with a low lived rebel. 'Come, come, Col. Allen,' here said a mild looking man, in a sort of clerical un dress, 'respect the day better than to talk thus of what lies beyond. Were you to die this hour, or what is most probable, be hung next week at Tower wharf, you do not know what might become of yourself.' 'Reverend said Allen, with a mock ing bow, 'when no better employed than braiding my beard, I have a little dabbled in your theologies. And let me tell you, reverend sir,' lowering and intensifying his voice, (that ns to the world of spirits of which you speak, though I know nothing of the queer mode or manner of that world no more than you do, yet I expect, when I arrive there, to be treated as any other gen • tleinan of my merit. This is to say, far better than you British know how to treat an honest and a meek hearted man captu red in honorable war, by—! Every one tells me, as yourself just told me, as cros• sing the sea every billow dinned in my ear—that I, Ethan Allen, am to be hung like a thief. If I am, the great Jehovah and the Continental Congress shall avenge me, while I, for my part, will show you, even on the tree, how a christian gentle man can die. Meantime, sir, if you are the clergyman you look, act out your con soktory f;;,ction by getting en unfortunate Christian gentleman, about to die, a glass of punch.' The good natured stranger, not to have his religious courtesy appealed to in vain, immediately dispatched his servant, who stood by, to procure the beverage. At this juncture a faint rustling sound, as if the advancing of an army with ban ners, was heard. Silks, scarfs, and rib bons fluttered in the background. Present ly a bright squadron of fair ladies drew nigh, escorted by certain outriding gallants of Falmouth. 'Alt,' said a strange voice, 'what e— strange sash, and furred vest, and what leopard•like teeth, and what flaxened hair, but all mildewed; is that he ?' 'Yes it is, lovely charmer,' said Allen, like an Ottoman, powing over his broad bo vine and breathing the words like n lute ; 'it is he—Ethan Allen, the soldier; now, since ladies' eyes visit him, made trebly a captive.' .Why, he talks like a beau in the par• lor thts wild•ntos- , ed American from the wood;' sighed another fair Indy to her mate .but can this he he wo came to see t I must have a lock of his hair.' 'lt is he, adorable Delilah; and fear not though excited by the foe, by clipping toy lock to dwindle my strength. Give me your sword, man,' turning to an officer— 'eh I'm lettered. Clip it yourself la dy.' 'No, no—l am— , 'Afraid, would you say ? Afraid of the sword—friend and champion of all the ladies, all around the world ? Nay, nay, come hither.' The lady advanced ; and soon overcom ing her timidity, her white hand shone liked whipped foam among the waves of flaxen hair. 'Ah, this is like clipping tangled tags of gold lace,' she cried : 'but soo, it is half straw.' 'But the wearer is no man of stray, la• dy ; were I free, and you had ten thou sand foes, horse, foot and dragoons—how like a friend I could fight for you ! Come —you have robbed mo of my hair ;-let me rob the dainty hand of its price.— What afraid again I' 'No, not that, but—' 'I see, lady ; I may do it by your leave, but not by your word—the wonted way of all ladies. There it is done. Sweeter that kiss than the bitter heart of the cher ry.' When at length this lady left, no small talk was had by her with her companions about some way of relieving the lot of so knightly an unfortunate, whereupon a worthy, judicious gentleman of middle age, in attendance, suggested a bottle of wine every day, and clean linen every week And th..ae't!•• n•c*~^r:--- too polite and too good to be fastidious— did actually send to Ethan Allen, no long as he tut ried a captive in their land. The withdrawal of this company was followed by a different scene. A perspir_ ing man in top boots a riding whip in hand, and having the air of a prosperous farmer, brushed in like a stray bullock, a mong the rest, for a peep at the giant— having just entered through the arch as the ladies passed out. 'Hearing that the man who took Ticon deroga was here in Pendennis Castle, I've ridden twenty-five miles to see him, and to-morrow my brother will ride forty for the same purpose. So let me have the same look. Sir,' he continued, addressing the captive, "will you let me ask you a few questions, and be free will; you ?' 'Be free with me XVith all my heart. I love freedom above a'l things; I'm ready to die for freedoin ; I ?xpect to. So be as free as you please. hat is it ?' 'Then sir, permit me to ask what is your occupation in life ? in time of peace, I mean.' 'You talk like a tar gatherer,' replied Allen squinting diabolically at him.— 'What is my occupation in life? Why, in my younger days I studied divinity but at present I am a conjurer by profession.' Hereupon every body laughed, as well at the manner as the words, and the net tled farmer retorted. 'Conjurer ? Well, you conjured wrong that time you were taken.' 'Not so wrong, though, as you British did, the time I took Ticonderoga, my friend.' At this juucture the servant came in with a bowl of punch which his master bade him give to the captive. •No ! give it to me, sir, with your hands and pledge me as a gentleman to a gentle• man.' cannot pledge a state prisoner, Col. Allen, but I will hand you the punch with my own hand, since you insist upon it.' 'Spoke and done like a true gentleman ; I Loa to you.' ik • Then receiving the punch into his man• acled hands, the .iron ringing ngain.4 the china he put the howl to his lips, Pnyinr!, I hereby give the British nation credit for half a minute's good usage ;' and at one draught he envied it to the bottom. 'The rebel gulps it down like a swil• ling hog at the trough,' here scoffed a Ins ty private of the guard off duty. 'Shame on you' cried the giver of the bowl. 'Nay, sir, his red coat is a blush to him as it is to the whole British army.' Theo looking derisively upon the private, 'you object to my way of taking things do you? I fear I shall be able to please you. You objected to the way, too, in which I took Ticonderoga, and the way I meant to take Montreal. Selalt ! but pray, now I look at you, are you not the hero I caught dod ging around in his shirt, in the cattle pen inside the fort It was the break of day remember.' 'Come, Yankee,' here swore the incen sed private 'cease this, or I'll tan your old fawn skin for ye with the flat of this sword for a specimen ;' laying it lashwise but not heavily aoross the captive's back. Turning like a tiger, thegiant catching the steel between his weal, wrenched it from the private's grasp, and striking it with his manacles, sent it spinning like a juggler's dagger, into the air, saying, 'Lay your dirty cowards iron on a tied gentle man again, and these,' lilting his handcuff. ed fists, 'shall be the beetle of mortality to you.' The now furious soldier would have struck him with all his force, but several men of the town interposed, reminding him that it was outrageous to attack a chain ed captive. 'Ah.' said Allen, 'I am accustomed to that and therefore I am beforehand with you : and the extremity of that I say a gainst Britain is not meant for you, kind friends, but for my insulters present and to come,' Then recognizing among the interposers the giver of the bowl, he turned with a courteous bow, saying ; 'Thank you again and again, my good sir ; you may not be the worse for it ; ours is an unstable world, so that one gentleman never knows when it may be his turn to be helped of another.' But the soldier still making a riot and the commotion growing general, a superior officer stepped up who terminated the scene by removing the prisoner to the cell, dismissing the townspeople, with all stran gers, Israel among the rest, and closing the castle after them. Fuze SCHOOLS IN VIHOINLL.—In Han cock county, Va., on the 11th inst., a vow was taken on the adoption of the Free School System, and resulted in its total de felt, three townships riving 67 for and 287 iJificai. THE POSITION OF THE OPPOSITION. The Pottsville Journal, an able and ar dent advocate of American principles, has the following well-timed and sensible re marks in its last number: The brutal outrage on Senator Sumner, and the pro-Slavery ruffians of Kansas, have made in the North, a hundred Free Sellers, where yesterday there existed one. From Maine to Kansas, in the North, there is one universal expressing of disapproba tion of the acts, which, concocted by Sou thern bullies, are endorsed by the South. It seems now almost inevitable, that the issue of the next Presidential election, must be for or against the extension of Slavery, into the free territoriev of the country; for or against the freedom of speech on and off the floor of Congress ; in fact, the intolerance and arrogance of the Slaveoc. racy must be checked at some period— and we think there can be no better time than the present. Let the issue fl met at once. We are ready to unite heartily with an organization, that will stand firm, and beat back the tide of pro-slavery fanaticism and rutEunistn, which threatens to sweep away every right guarantied to us by the Constitution. When we endorsed the nomination of Millard Fillmore for the Presidency, we esteemed him—we still think so—eminent ly a national man—a man who. knowing no North, no South. no East, no West, would, if elected, administer the affairs with a firm, impartial hand. Ile is uncioub- ' tedly such a man. The policy which has guided Pierce is his adminstration, would be spurned by Millard Fillmore; the imbe cility which characterizes the Pierce Ad , ministration could never be attached to that of Millard Fillmore. While recogni zing all the great features in the brilliant character of Nil. Fillmore, yet the Slave King has pushed his opposition to such extreme knell's, that we must even de mand from Fil!inora sonic cl.;cic!ed ce pression of opinion on the subjects which are convulsing the country to its centre.— While we yield to none, in our love for pure American principles, yet we perceive in the encroachments of the slave power on the soil of our free territories, and the Sou thern plaudits which attend the cruel beat ing of a Servitor on the floor of the Senate Chamber, an attack upon our rights, which claims the precedence of anything tha, de inands warm and earnest opposition. We would not build on the bmaitiful founda tion of Americanism, sectional feeling or principles; we still willingly accord to the South all the rights which she possesses under the Constitution ; for our part she is heartily welcome to them. We would not touch them Does the South reciprocate that sentiment ? Tho bloody floor of the Senate Chamber ; the ravaged towns and devastated fields of Kansas; the graves of slaughtered freemen, upon which the sod is yet fresh, and women and children fleeing for refuge before the spoilers, at test, alas, hew fearfully, that the South does riot. If Millard F.llmore expresses, in firm and decided language, his disapprobation of these acts, and his opposition to the fur. ther spread of slave territory, we are pre pared to yield him our hearty support.— If not, we din esteem it a duty we owe to the cause of liberty, to unite in the sup port of that candidate who fearlessly will become the standard bearer of Freedom of Speech and the Non Extension of Slavery. All else assumes a character of minor im portance. On these principles thu oppo sition must UNITE. 'NIGGERISM." There is a b.ackguardism in politics specially in vogue among the locofoces, which induces them to denominate all ef forts against the extension of slavery as “niggerism." In our city, it was not indi generous, but was imported here from Virginia by a miserable spiritual rapping, vagabonding fellow, who is now telling Pennsylvanian democrats how they must vale to please the slave power. But the only real specimen of .Miggerism," or ne gro worshipping we have seen, is to be found among the laws framed by the Bor der Ruffian Legislature of Kansas, one of which enacts that any person enticing, conveying away or kidnapping a white chiltl from its parents or guardians it, the Territory of Kansas, sutler the penalty of six months imprisonment in the county jail and be further liable to such fine as the dis cretion of the Court may suggest. An other law mattes the penalty for enticing, conveying away, or kidnapping a negro child in said Territory—DEArn! So, for steeling a white baby, six months impris onment is the humane and just extent of the law. For steal , nv, a negro baby, . Why we Support John C. Fremont. We are asked why we support Fremont in preference to Mr. Fillmore. Our re. ply is simply this. When Mr. Fillmore was nominated in February last, we en dorsed him for his many excellencies, pub lic and private. We have heretofore giv en our reasons for endorsing his nomina tion. It is unnecessary to reiterate them. When the Kansas difficulties reached r point at which forbearance on the part rf the Free State men ceased to be a virtue when slaveocratic arrogance and brutality transferred its scene of action from the vi olated and bloom-stained soil of Kansas to the sacred Senate Chamber of the United States, even then, our blood curdling with horror at pro slavery atrocity, we were willing to support Millard Fillmore for the Presidency, it he would expreas his senti ments open , y and fearlessly, on these new aggressions of the slave power; We wai ted patiently, up almost to the very hour appointed for the assembling et lho Re publican Convention in Philadelphia.— Still Mr. Miniore was silent,' While regretting that Mr: Fillmore did not deem it expedient to give to the free men of the North—his personal and polit ical friends—a chart whereby they might have con set , otly trimmed their sails, and placed him at the helm, we perceived that in the existing state of affairs, it was necessary to have principles founded upon the rock of truth and the Constitution, and a man to uphold them, in whom we could confide. Before the Republican Conven tion assembled, we flung to the breeze our flag, upon the folds of which we inscribed — , Freedom of Speech ; Freedom to Kan sas ; Not another inch of Slave Territory; The Union now and Forever, and the men who will carry out these principles."— Upon that platform, which the free press of Pennsylvania have already said amen to, John '1 Fremont stepped, and we heartily endorse his nomination. He has expressed himself in unmistakeable terms as the firm, unflinching friend and defen der of those principles. He is the loan for Ike Fete. Princ.plos first, men next, is now the lover of the Constitutional priv ileges handed down to us by our fathers; and at this revolutionary period of our country's history, we cannot, will not suoport any man who hesitates to endorse the principles which enter into the coming contest on the side of Freedom. If Fre mont wavered even for an instant from the true faith of which he is the standard bearer, we should instantly "whistle him down the wind," and seek a hotter man; for we will not yield our principles for mon. These arc our reasons in brief for pre ferring Fremont to Mr. Fillmore. Every thing in the present contest is of minor im portance to the great question of the non extension of Slavery. Uutil this 'natter is settled, we have fully determined to set every other question aside and devote our energies to the success of the candidates who endorse our Principles.. The North is fully aroused on the vuiject, and the re sult of next November will prove that slaveocratic rule, after a reign of half a century, must succumb to the force of public sentiment, springing full armed, from the great, free heart of the North.— Miners' Journal. Fourtoat. PnevEitiwees.—The Boston Journal gives the followingas the political preferences of nll the newspapers which reached its office in a single day front all parts of the Union ;—For Fremont 2S ; for Buchanan 7 ; for Fillmore 6; entirely neutral 7; neutral, with strong Fremont tendencies. 4; straight out Whig, 2. FREMONT IN INDIANA COINTY,—The two datuerican papers in Indiana county, Pa., and the Republican paper in the same county, have hoisted the Republican tick et. They promise 2000 majority in the county for Fremont. *tied Pisrellany. Singular Affair. It is related in the Revue Franco Ital. tenne that, recently, in the Italian Tyrol, at Bolzans, a boy attending to the town school threw stones at a peacock belonging to the master and killed it. On hearing this the boy's father voluntarily Caine for• word to pay the the value of the bird, but the two mnstere, who were priests, deter- mined that the child must also receive ex emplary punishment. They beat the boy till his back way broken, so that he died on the spot. Some people who heard the cries of the child, sent for the father. The latter went at once to the school, and see• ing his son dead, fell upon the two priests, and killed them by repeated stabs with a VOL. XXI. NO. 28 UNCLE PETER'S OPINION OP GIRLS, 'l'll tell you, boys, this 'ere running ar ter gals ain't what it's cracked up to be.— I've had a little experience in that line in my day, I have. A true girl is about as skeerce an article as Wall street honesty, and that's decidedly below par. As long ns a feller's got the 'tin' and can treat, he's some ; but just watt till the ballast gets low, and you will hear some of the insinu ations. This main is just abont as riskey a business as dealing in Parham's. A fel ler don't draw a blank, I'll admit, but he must draw the pile or he'll not get his stakes. mind the time I'd a smashed any fel ler's face that would a told me that Betsey Baker wasn't pirty ; but I've changed my mind some since. I was 'sucked in' with that gal, the god darndest, I'll admit ; but since it's over I'll tell you fellers about it, provided you don't say nothin, 'When I was young, and a nateral con sequence rather verdant in the courtin bus iness, I met Iletsoy Baker at an apple bee at old Deacon Smith's, near Bang r. She was dressed to kill, and powdered up till she looked most darned nice; and I, being abut as green as a tulpy hocking in June, was fool enough to think them sheepy eyes she was casting at me were caused by that called 'love at first sight,' and the conse quence was I returned them ar glances with a palpitating heart, 'By and by we got done with the apples; and begun playing "The flint three steps," Law sake you ought to seen me a jumping around like a parched pea on a drum head, with that ar gal ; and when we got to play in 'Juggle' did't we joggle along I well now we did nuthin else 'Somebody made a move to adjourn about halt past ten, and I asked Betsey to accept the angle of my elbow, and started for home, thiakin all the time that the 'pos tle Scrapeshear must have been tight or misinformed, one or the other, when he said : .The course of true lore never did run smooth.' Well, I took that girl to all ithe circus shows, and treated to ice cream on all occasions, never once thinking that she never thought nothing of me, and only pulling the wool over ply eye-s.' !Well, I fool-like spent the most of my hard earned dimes for Betsey, and was be ginning to be hard up when a young law yer stuck up his shingle in Bangor, and I snort found out that it tons highly probable that I would hare a rival in the courtin line. In (net I heard that this limb of the law was seen prowling around Solotnond Baker's house. hiC kinder riz my dan der ; so I started for Iletsy's the next Sat urday night, and on enterin found her alone. Well I never was much for useless ceremony, so I sot down in the big rocking chair, and said in the language of the poet who, with outstretched arms, exclaimed : 'Come to my arms, ye greasy 'litters !' 'This was a wny I had often addressed her when I wanted her to sit on my and I never thought but she would do it again, as she had often before. But she ; but with a turned-up nose, said : 'Mr. Sanders in future I do not wish to keep company with any persons who use this kind of language to me.' 'Thja kinder skeered me, but I snarl re covered sufficient to make use of an expres sion that ended with and, and then slid. soon found out that she had been wan ting to sack me (or some time, but could never get the chance until this time, But maybe you th.nk I thought of stretching a hemp or strangling myself with belcma sau sage. If you do you are decidedly mis taken, for in the language of Sykesy: onlrtakes an horn, observing Jet her went.' Yuu see it aint girl fashion to be true, so I will leave oil as I began--I will say, true girls are like Wall street honesty —darn scarce article.'—] ankee Privateer. • Appeal to a Jury. Gentlemen of the Jury, I quote from Shakspeare, when I say to you, 4 •To be or not to be licked—that's the question."— My client is a national stump machine— he flings his wrath in pailfuls, and it is dangerous to run against his interest, Le t me be made fodder for a fool, and chowder * fora powder mill, if he is guilty, notwith standing the crimial absurdities alleged against him. Do you believe that my cll. em is so destitute of the common principle of humanity—so full of the fog human na ture—so wrapped up in the moral insensi bility of his being, as deliberately to pick up a tater and throw it at the nasal protu berance of the prosecutor I No, not while you can discern a star in the northern sky —whtle the waters of the Ohio roll, and the race of buffaloes nestle on the Rocky Mountains, this immutable principle will rein tm--that my client in ri genilrmnn , 14.
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