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SAM. G. WHITTAKER,
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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.
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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.