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T# my Wife.
Pillow thy head upon this heart,
My own, my cherished wife ;
And let us for.one hour forget
Our dreary path of life.
Then let me kiss thy tears away,
And hid remembrance flee
Back to Ihe days of Jjalcyon youth
When all was hope and glee.
Fair was the early promise, love,
Os our joy-freighted barque :
Sunlit and lustrious, too, the skies
Now all so dim and dark;
Over a stormy sea, dear wife,
VVe drove with shattered sail,
But love sits smiling at the helm,
And mocks the threat’ning gale.
Come, let me part those clustering curls,
And gaze upon thy brow—
llow many, many memories
■ Sweep o'er my spirits now !
How much of happiness and grief,
How much of hope and fear,
from each dear-loved lineament,
Most eloquently litre.
Thou gentle one, few joys remain
To cheer our lonely lot;
The storm lia9 left our paradise
With but one sunny spot;
* Hallow’d fojever will be that place
To hearts like thine 9ft mine—
where our childish hands upre&red
” *, earliest shrine.
vt this breast,
V For, shorn of wM ßrywealth, dear
Am I not r^MWf thee ? ‘\ ’
..T* iffary,
1)7 8. D. ANDKKSOK.
My love (or thee is 14-ke the light
Tlioffttlls upon a summer night,
Ho pure and deep and passing bright’
it shines upon my heart, Mary.
a part from every thing
Os joy and beauty, like the spring,
That feeds upon the flowers that cling,
To it, as I to thee, Mary.
Thy image has become the star
Seen through the mists of life afar;
H As music ’mid the sunless jar
Has ever been thy voice, Mary.
A blissful spot in Memory’s dream,
Like rays of sunshine on the stream,
To guide me with its richest gleam
To happiness and hope, Mary.
It makes a cadence in the song—
A smile amid tiie happy tiirong;
A gushing joy so full and strong
Beats ever with my pulse, Mary.
The secret tone goes murmuring by,
As winds into a summer sky,
Or harp tones when at eve they dio
Upon the listener’s ear, Mary.
I look upon thy memory
As stars upon the silent sea.
And watch as calm and tremblingly
The tides of thy pure heart, Mary.
And as upon the sea-girt shore
Waves and waste forevermore,
So sets within my soul’s deep core
The stream of love for thee, Mary.
Thou gav’st to life a deeper flush,
I And waken’d to a wider gush
Hopes that had died upon the blush
Without thy smiles of spring, Mary.
And though it may he idle all,
As spreading flowers upon the pall,
Still shall thy name be magical
When linked with love and thee, Mary.
An Incident of the Revolution.
[From the work of Mrs. Ellet on the ‘Women of the
Rerolution ’]
RACIIEL CALDWELL.
Some time in the fall of 1780 a stranger
•topped at the house of Doctor Caldwell, faint
and worn with fatigue, to ask supper and lodg
ing for the night. He announced himself an
express bearing despatches from Washington
to Gen. Greene, then on the Pedee river.—
He had imagined that he would ho free from
danger under the roof of a minister of the gos
pel —but Mrs* Caldwell soon undecivea him
upon this point. She was alone, her husband
was an object of peculiar hatred to the tories,
and she could not tell the day or hour when an
attack might be expected. Should they chance
to hear of the traveller, and learn that he had
important papers, he would certainly be robbed
before morning. She said he should have some
thing to eat directly, but advised him to seek
some safer place of shelter for the night.
This intelligence so much alarmed the stran
ger that his agitation would not peftnit him to
eat. But a short time had passed before voices
were heard without, with cries of “surround the
bouse!’’ and the dwelling was presently assail
ed by a body of Tories. With admirable calm
! ness Mrs. Caldwell bade the stranger follow
| her, and led him out at the opposite door. A
H largo locust tree stood close by, and the night
jms so dark that no object could be discovered
AS LITTLE COVERXMEXT AS POSSIBLE , THAT LITTLE EMANATING FROM AROLLED BY THE PEOPLE, AND UNIFORM IN ITS APPLICATION TO ALL.”
amidst its clustering foliage. She bade him
climb the tree, thorny as it was, and conceal
himself until the men should be engaged in plun
deriug the house. He couid then descend on
the other side and trust to flight and safety.—
The house was pillaged, as she had expected
hut the express made his escape, to remember
with gratitude the. woman whose prudence had
saved him of her property. -
One little incident is characteristic. Among
such articles as the housewife especially prizes,
Mrs. Caldwell had an elegant table cloth which
she valued as the gill of her mother. While
collecting plunder, one of them broke open the
chest drawer which contained it, and drew out
the table cloth. Mrs. Caldwell seized and
held it fast, determined not to give up her
treasure. When she found that her rapa
cious enemy would soon succeed in wresting
it from her, unless she could make use of some
other than muscular strength to prevent him,
she turned to the other men, of the party, whose
attention had been attracted by the struggle, so
that they had gathered around her.
Still keeping her hold on the table cloth, she
appealed to them with all a woman’s eloquence,
asking il some of them had not wives or daugh
ters for whose sake they would, interfere and
cause her to be treated with more civility'. A
small man, who stood at the distance of t c few*
feet, presently stepped up, with tears in his
eyes, and said he would not allow any rudeness
to be practised towards, Mrs. Caldwell. His
interference compelled (he depredator to restore
the valued article.
Beautiful Reminiscence
Os the First Congress, in Philadelphia.
(From tli6 pen of the venerable J.ohn Adams.)
When the Congress met, Mr. Cushing made
a motion that it should be opened with prayer.
It was opposed by Mr. Jay, of New’ York, and
Mr. Rutledge, of South Carolina, because we
were so divided in religious sentiments, some
Episcopalians, some Quakers, some Anabap
tists, some Presbyterians, and some Congrega
tionalists, that we could not join in the same
act ol worship. Mr. Samuel Adams Vrose and
said, ‘ that bovwas no bigot, a%il could hear a
gentle#au of piety andßfibe
fore, lie moved
clergyman, might be desired to read ‘ prayers
to to-morrow morning.’ The mo
tion was seconded, and passed in the affirma
tive. Mr. Randolph, our President, waited on
Mr. D., and received for answer, that if his
health would permit, he certainly would. Ac
cordingly, next morning, he appeared with his
clerk, and his pontificals, and read several pray
ers in the established form, and then read the
psalter for the seventh day of September, which
was the 34th psalm. You must remember this
was the next morning after we had heard the
rumor of the horrible cannonade of Boston.—
“It seemed as though heaven had ordaimed that
psalm to be read on that morning.”
After this, Mr. Duche, unexpectedly to every
body, struck out in an extemporary prayer,
which filled the bosom of every man present. —
I must confess I never heard a better prayer or
one so well pronounced. Episcopalian as he
is, Dr. Cooper himself never prayed with such
fervor, such ardor, such correct ness'and pathos,
and in language so elegant so sublime for Amor
ica, for Congress, for the province of the Mas
sachusetts Bay, especially the town of Boston.
It had excellent effect upon every body here. I
must bid you read the psalm. If there is any faith
in the sort Virgilianae, or Homeriacae, or espe.
cially the sorts Bibliraj, it would have been
thought providential.”
Here was a scene worthy of the painter’s art.
It was in Carpenter’s Hall, in Philadelphia, a
building which still survives, that the devoted
individuals met to whom this service was read.
Washington was kneeling there, and Henry,
and Randolph, and Rutledge, and Lee and Jay,
and by their side, there stood, bowed in rever
ence, the Puritan patriots of New England, who
at that moment had reason to believe that Bos
ton had been bombarded and destroyed. They
grayed fervently “for America, for the Con
gress, for the province of Massachusetts Bay,
and especially for the town of Boston and
who can realize the emotions with which they
turned imploringly to heaven for divine interpo
sition and aid? “It was enough,” says Mr.
Adams, “to melt a heart of I saw the
tears gush into the eyes of the old, jgrave, paci
fic Quakers of Philadelphia.”
Hoaxing a Widow in Church. :
There is no part of the world where a rfew
preacher, whether new light or blue.light, pro
duces a greater sensation than in Boston, tho’,
after he has gone, the people may relapse into
their (juict Unitarian paths ; still they have no
objections to wander out of them in search of
any novelty in religion, and if they do not al
ways change their belief with every frosh im
portation, they at least pay him the compliment
of hearing what he has got to say.
There happened to be a few years since, one
of those wandering theological meteors blazing
around Boston, and people from every lane and
by-way Rocked to see it, not with pieces of
smoked glasses in their Angers, but with ten
cent pieces and York shillings, to drop into tho
green box, by way of adding fuel to the flames,
so great was the crowd, that the ordinary
rules about tho quiet possession of pews for
which the owners hud puid, were entirely
broken down ; everybody took that scat which
i suited him best, and those who cotno late sat
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OOLUMIUJS, Georgia, Thursday Evening, October 26, 1848.
down in the places left to them by those who
had come early.
One pleasant Sunday morning Mackay went
to church betimes, took j,i„ B ent in a center
Hew, just under the sh a( j 0 w of the pulpit. and
sat bolt upright, with his arms extended
with an apparent degree of unnatural rigid
ity ,down by % his shies. He was preaen*M|
surrounded by half a doz e n ‘ females, ~n early
all ol whom weie strangers to his person,
and in a little yme the church was full to
overflowing. The psalm was sung, the prayer
said, the sermon delivered in the preacher’s
best style. Ho dwelt particularly upon the re
quirements of the great precept of brotherly love,
upon the beauty of universal benevolence, on
the pleasure which arises not only from cloth
ing the naked and feeding the hungry, but from
attention to the minute and graceful courtesies
o‘ \fe by which the thorny path is softened and
t .orned. In the language of critics in’ such
matters, ‘there was not a dry eye in the place:’
the appeal found its way to every heart. AIL
Muckay’s neighbors were se'nsibly affected ; he 1
wept with them ; the big tearC'chased each othi
er down his cheeks. While every one else*
was busy w ilh their handkerchiefs wiping away
the’water that the orator,
had, by the'strokes of his eloquence, caused to*
gush from their flinty hearts, Mackay held his
arms stiff'and straight, while half a glass ofjlU
quid suffused his face. The dried eyes pfjpis
female friends were not slow to observe tins ;
for, in addition to the evident signs of d"eep feel*
ing which he exhibited, his face was rathe
handsome face. He wriggled, fidgetted, look
ed confused and interesting, but raised no
searched for no kerchief, and seemed to bo in
deep distress. At length a young widow lady
who sat beside him, remarked that he was ill
at ease, and—heaven bless the female heart!
it always melts at any mysterious sorrow—after
one oi two downcast looks and fluttering pauses
she snjd, in an undertone, ‘ Pray, sir, is there
anything the matter with you ? Y r ou appear to
be unwell.’
.* Ah ! madam,’ breathed Mackay. in a wfiis
per, ‘ I am a poor paralyse, and have
use of my arms. Though my tears have flolSl
in answer tp the touching scutjMM|A^flH
p.>v.cr lo ‘ >
l 11 ” ,1 V,
otto of rose, was
lair Samaritan, seeming to rejoice In the ftfSU
opportunity of practising what had been re.cei'nf
ly preached, appeared to polish them with right
good will. When she had done, Mackay look
ed unutterable obligations, but whispered that
she would increase them a thousand fold if she
would, as it wanted it very much, condescend
wipe his pose. The novelty of request was
thought nothing of; the widow was proud of
the promptitude she had displayed in succoring
the distressed, and to a person who has done
you one kind action, the second seems ahva\ys
easy. Her white hand and white handkerchief
were raised to Mackay’s cutwater ; but the mo
ment that it was completely enveloped in ‘the
folds of the cambric, he gave such a sneeze as
made the whole church ring; it was in fact,
more like a neigh. The minister paused in gB •
ing out the hymn ; the deacons put on lh*r
spectacles to seewhitt could be the matter ; and
l in was turned upon Mac
kay and the fair SainaritaiTTlhe latter ofwhoni,
being so intent upon her object, or so confound
ed by the general notoriety she had acquired,
still convulsively grasped the nose.
There were hundreds of persons in the church
who knew Mackay and his propensities well,
and a single glance was sufficient to convince’
them that a successful hoax had been played off
for their amusement. A general titter now ran
round the place ; “ nrtdds and becks, and wreath
ed smiles,” were the order of the day. Men
held down their heads and laughed outright, and
the ladies had to stuff the scented cambric into
their mouths, which had been so recently ap
plied to tho sparkling founts above. At length
something like order was restored, the hymn
sung, and the blessing given, amidst stifled holies’
of various kinds, when the congregation rose to
depart. The widow, up to this point, feeling
strong in the consciousness of having peformed
a virtuous action upon a good looking face, heed
ed not the gaze of the curious, nor the smiles of
the mirthful, but what was her astonishment
when Mackay rose from his seat, lifted up one
of his paralytic hands and took his hat from a
peg above his head and with the other, began
searching his pocket for his gloves ! The un
kindest cut of all was yet to come—for Mackay,
having drawn thorn on, and opened the pew door,
turned, and, bowing to his fair friend, put (his
question in a tone the most insinuating, but still
loud enough for fifty people to hear—
‘ Is it not, madam, a much greater pleasure to
operato upon a line-looking Roman nose, like
mine, than upon such a queer little snub as .you
have V — Joe Miller, Jr. j;;
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A Good Anecdote.
A certain clergyman wrote a book to provo
that the Bible, and Sunday School, and Tract
and Temperance causes, with their kindred as
sociations, were the ‘seven last plagues,’ spo
ken off by John in the Revelation, which should
visit and afflict the earth. By accident a stray
copy of this new and wonderfully profound ex
positioft ol prophecy fell into the hands of a tar.
ern keeper, who had porsovernd most manfully
in resisting all efforts to win him over to the
side of temperance. Having rend it, ho was
more confirmed than ever that his was a lawful
calling ; that he might sell spirits with impuni
ty, am! that the opposers of his freedom iu this
I respect woio very properly classed among the
# i I
authors of the ‘seven last plagues.’ But then
h.s customers began to decline; and in order
to confirm the wavering, and prevent the total
desertion of his bar, lie sent oft’ for a number ol
copies of the ‘seven last plagues.’ The book
seller forthwith filled his order, and sent wilhal
a show bill to attract public notice. Upon re
viving the books, the tavern-keeper looked a-
establishment to select a suitable place
iWpostiiig up the-bill that a’Philght see with ad
vantage the new commodity he had for sale.—
At last he pitched upon the very front of the
bffr ; and there every one who entered could not
fail to see in large capitals
•> THE SEVEN LAST PLAGUES.
FOR SALE HERE.
A motto more appropriate could not be selec
ted (or the bar of a tavern. And now he had
the great mortification to find that his anxiety to
procure the sale of this book, was the means of
.-preventing many from having any farther inter
-ciiur.se with what they had heretofore been but
•too familiar. And every one saw sooner than
he that lie had unintentionally given the true
,style and title of bis'*bccupation.
k Taking the Mississippi.
Shr'W hile Mr. Saqi Stock well, the artist,
engaged on the great panorama of the Missis’
si|pi, in this city, was one afternoon slowly
Jlpsting down the river in his boat, a very un
comfortable shower came pattering down, at
tlio moment he was about dropping anchor to
the picturesque establishment ofa squat
ter. He hesitated a moment, but finally let
go, and his boat swung around in the stream.
ish you going to pictur’him raitHer rain?’
inquired his German boatman.
‘No,’ says Sam, ‘but I’m going to pictur’ him
mit the pencil. We are now about at the right
spot to take a good vie w of that odd looking
cabin, and if we goon lose it. So haul
out the old umbrella, and I will try a sketch.—
perhaps by the time wo our view, the
proprietor will inviteMf-to takf ome buttermilk
wilii him-.’- . I .;.
<tld ujjibrella had,'by certain violent
received on the trip, become quite
-hall ol ihe whaAe-ltoncs wore
a
AJ2? over in lm.l,’ .r.
‘?■- - iy 1I)(” liie
introdu’ced
HRPIMRf; und, taken altogether? was
the sorriest apology for shelter, ever stretched
over a sovereign citizen of the great U. States.
Sam, however, worked away beneath the •ging
ham.,’ until ho finished bis sketch. All this
time, en affluent from the top of his cone-like
covering, poured a flood of dark tinged water
through one of the holes, and down his neck.
The German watched the stream with intense
interest, as if calculating how much the artist’s
clothes would hold before they would leak.—
When he had finished, George, tho German,
broke forth in admiration :
‘Veil, fora little man’syod soaks more vater
den ever 1 sees peforo. It vill take you von
veck to bo so dry and nice as ve vas shust
no.v.’
Just then a voice from shore hailed them :
‘Look yur, you, with that awful ugly hat;
what in thunder are you siltin’ out thar in the
rain for? Who are you? What are you goin’
to do ?’
‘l’m going tff~canvasa’ The- M issjssippi said_
Sam.
‘You’re an olectioneerer, ar you ?’ inquired
the squatter.
‘No, not exactly,’ said Sam, ‘except in a small
way for my own individual benefit. lam going
to ‘take the river.’
‘Whar ar you going to take it it to ?’ inquired
the squatter.
‘All round the country,’ said Sam, ‘and over
to England.
‘Well, afore you kin do that, you’ll have to
get an awfuul big tub, and sot yourself at the
mouth to draw it off.’
‘Oh, no;’ sayg Sam, “I am drawing it off
now.”
The squatter looked up and down tho shore
two or three times, and shouted back :
‘I don’t see as it gits much lower—your suck
in’ machine draws it ofl’dreadful slow.’
‘I am painting the Mississippi, my friend,’an
swered the artist.
*llev you got my cabin chalked down,’ he in
’ quired.
‘Yes,’ answered Sam, ‘and you , too.’
•Good, by thunder !’ said the squatter, ‘when
you show tne to them Inglish fellarg, jest tell
’em I’m a Mississippi screamer—l kin hoe
more corn in a day than any Yankee machine
ever invented and when I hit anythin', from a
bullock down to human natur’, they generally
think lightnin’ is cornin’.’
‘Are you a Taylor man ?’ inquired Sam.
‘No, by thunder,’ says he.
‘Do you go in for Cass, then inquired Sam.
.Well, I calculate not, tranger’ shouted he.
•What I do you tupport Van Ruren continued
the artist.
‘No, sir,’ shouted the screamer ; *1 tupport
Betsy and the children, end it’s tight screwin’
to get along with them, with corn at only twenty,
five cents a bushel.’
•Good bye, stick to Betsy and the children,*
said Sam ; ‘they are the best candidates out ;’
and raising anchor he floated off As he sped
onward the squatter’s voleo reached him once
more, and its burthen was ;
‘Hurrah for Ginoral Jackson, the old Mas
•iisippo, and me and Hetty.—St. Louis Her.
ills.
More of (he El Dorado.
The Washington Union has the following
extract of a letter from Monterey, Upper Cali
fornia, dated July 3d, confirming the stories
which have been told about the gold discovery
in California :
I gave you in my last le'fter some account of
the mineral wealth of California. Silver, quick
silver, lead and zinc, have beeni ftfiwl in our
mountains, and now it beeJTd)Bfevetfed that
the sands which lie along Feather river, on the
American fork, branches ofthe Sacramento, are
richly impregnated with gold. It is found in a
shape resembling snow-flakes, and is washed
from the sand with great ease. A person with
a baisin or bowl, will wash out from one to two
ounces a day. ‘ Some, who have been more for
tunate in the selection of their spots, have more
than quadrupled this amount. There is a man
in Monterey who washed out five hundred dol
lars worth in six days. Everybody is now go
ing, or gone to this gold region. Some thou
sands are on the spot, are on the way.
All Oregon, as soon as the news reaches there
will be down upon us. You can hardly hire a
laboret here for ten dollars a day, and on the
gold river he charges fitly. Mechanics, law
yers, and doctors, have all left for the gold re
gion. Soldiers run from their camps, sailors
“frorrrrhelrehA;ks>4imJ .women from their ami-se
ries : their cradles answer to wash
out gold.
San Francisco, Sonoma, Santa Cruz, and SaA
Jose, are deserted of their inhabitants, and the*
mass is beginning to move from Monterey. I
shall soon be in the condition of a colonel with
his regiment disbanded. The tract of country
in which the gold is found, extends over a hun
dred milos in one direction, and some forty in
the other. It is supposed that ten thousand per
sons might work for years and not it.—
They have worked as yet only on the margin
ofthe streams, on account of its convenience to
the water ; but gold has been found leagues dis
tant, and even on tho mountains. Bowls and
basins have been in great demand among the
gold-washers. Tin pans have found a ready
sale at eight dollars each ; at ten dol-.
lars ; a trough scooped outofa log, wilhu'soive J
on it, one'ilundred dollars ; and boards, at the
rate of five a thousand fegt.
aiid
i : 1 - -M here :^i^HHHH|HHhBBHb|
ounce. :u; . worlli e i<l!WHfe^Sr*& ,
know boy t'V'‘ v '^PHHP^>
washes out his ounce of goliYa day, while his
mother makes root beer, andjfells it at a dollar a
bottle. ‘t
The fighting is all over wijM us hero ; people
have no time to pick their Hurts, they are too much,
engrossed in picking for gold. This Place wa/
discovered some time since by a Mormon, but
kept a secret till May last, when the golden chic
ken burst its shell, and is now a full-grown cock,
whose crowing has woke up all California, and
will yot disturb the slumbers of other lands.—
The El Dorado of fiction never prompted dreams
that revelled in gold like the streams which
shoot their way from the mountains of Califor
nia. They roll with an exulting bound, as if
conscious that their pathway was paved with
gold-
Es-Chewing the Weed.— A casual corres
pondent in Watertown, (N. Y.) sends us the fob
lowing extract from a temporance-lecture by
-Burchard, tbe-eecontric ‘revivalist,’ iutely deliv
ered in that village. We mentioned in a re
cent anecdote the manner in which the speaker
once obtained a quid of tobacco in church ; and
it seems but fair that we should set forth his sub
sequent trials in cs-chcwing the weed ; ‘I was
once said he, an inveterate lover of tobacco,
and I know how difficult it is to break off the
habits of using it; still it can be done. I indul
ged in the use of this weed to a great excess 1
loved it ; but knowing that its effects were bad,
and equally ill-becoming a man of the gospel, I
made one almighty resolve to quit it. With
that resolution I took a tremendous ‘cud,’ which
was to be my final wind-off. I chewed it and
chewed it, and ‘rolled k as a sweet morse! un
der my tongue,’ and from one cheek to the oth
er for throe weeks. ’Pears to me tobacco nev
er tasted so good before; and I almost shed
tears when I recollected it wa* my Inst indul
gence. When its strength was all gone, 1
threw it away ; ‘There Buchard.’ said I, ‘there
goes your last ; your omega of quids Well,
for a while it was very hard doing without it,
and I was often sortdy tempted to try it again.
Old tobacco chewore would pull out their rusty
steel-boxes giro them a scientific snap, and say,
‘Burch&rd, have a chew ?’-nd for * long time’
whenever I heard the click of a tobacco-box.
involuntarily put my hand into my trowsers to
get hold of my pig-tail. In fact I am afraid I
sometimes blundered dreadfully in my sermons,
my thoughts being more perhaps upon tobacco
than upon the Lord. But I stuck to my resolu
tion; and neithor ‘cavondish’ nor ‘pig tr.il’ has
ever been between my teeth from that day to
this!’— Knickerbocker.
A lie may stagger through a brief existence,
as a blackguard edges his way by dint of bully
ing through a crowd, but the troth, however
absurd for a tirno, will triumph and five forovor.
If rich, it is easy to hide our wealth ; but if
poor it is not <|uile *o easy to conceal our pov.
erty. We shall find it iei* .difficult to hide
a thousand guinea* than one hole in our coat.
A man in Cleveland writes that limes, which
havo been very dull, begin to look up. Men look |
up when the) are (lat on their backs,
P ° 1 i t i cal. -
Cass and Butler Song.
FROM A FAIR MOUNT OPERATIVE.
Air—“ I wouldn't be anything elst.”
The Democracy are organized,
Their flag is unfurled,
The mjrtto on their banner is
Thefrcedom of the world.
So dear the track old Federalists
*nd lesoyr rstjjs* pas* through,
For we are bound to the White HodW
With Cass and Butler too.
No high protective tariffs ‘
For to enrich the few,
But equal rights and equal laws,
For notiiing else will do.
So clear the track &o.
No chartered National swindling shop
With privilege to rob, >
The workies of their earnings
And put it in their fob.
So clear the track &c.
With Cass ami Butler at our head
We’re sure to win the day,
And Federal Native Whiggery
At home again must stay.
So clear the track, Sic.
Only a Little Lsnger.
There’s a good time coming, beys,
A good time coming:
For Cass and Butler let us stand
Firm, united heart and hand,
To await the good time coming.
The Stars and Stripes shall o’er them wart,
And make our victory stronger.
We'll inscribe thereon the ‘ Noble Bravt,’
In a little time longer.
There’s a good time coming, boys,
A good time coming ;
And Cass and Butler then shall be
The emblems of our victory, _
In the good time coming,
Our country calls from Michigan
To make her standard stronger ;
‘ And from Kentucky entires a mad ’
So waitji little longer.
There’s a good time coming, boy#,
A good time coming.
When Cass and Sutler’ll be the men,
And three times tree shall welcome them,
In the good time coming
A nation waits to bless the day
Wh.enjkfy shall prove the stronger,
And dnjve the loeman far away,
time longer.
ua toward make our'way, -
TKus>Kuild our cause the stronger;
Audjjfen ere long we’ll see the day
Jtve’ll need not wait much longer!
/ [From the Boston Slalesnlam]” N
/ Slavery—black and While.
The discord embraced in abolitionism and free
soilism is and will continue to be counteracted
by the sober sense of tbo great democratic party
of the country. Ttte Union of these States must
be preserved, for it is the main pillar in the edi
fice of our real independence. This Union will
be preserved under the leadership of Cass and
Butler. Federalism now, as formerly, seeks to
dissolve the glorious union of these States, and if
it inscribes upon its banner free soil, free speech,
free labor and free men, it is for the purpose of
accomplishing its end the easier. Federalism in
1814 sought to dissolve the union of these States.
This fact is corroborated by the testimony of Sol
omon Southwick. Lie said that late in the year
1814 the Hartford Convention federalists sup
posing him to be friendly to their views, laid open
a plan to him which they had nearly consum
mated. This plan was to secure the principal
officers of tho militia throughout New England
to their views; and at a moment fixed upon they
wore to publish a list of grievances, propose an
alliance with Great Britain, call in a prince of
the blood as t’ue bead of the New England Con
federacy, declare themselves independent of the
United States, and secede from the*Uaion. The
adherents to federalism, then, whether they^ rally
under the banner having the name of Whig or
free soil inscribed upon it, are still federalists,
and Cass and Butler democrats know foil
that all factions resort to the use of populafl
names. Did not tho “ liberty party ” seek dl
overturn this government in the name of
tnropy? Where is this liberty party now but in
the bosom of the free soil party? Where, too, i
federalism, but in the bosom of whiggery and ft
souery? ‘uod and liberty,’ says (Santa An
and where on the face of the earth is a grea f
tyrant than ho ? Democrats, let us beware
those (actions or parties which rabo the shout*
protection to home industry, free soil and free
men, that they may obtain power to circumscribe
the rights of freemen. This is the object of fed
eralism, whether it acknowledges the leader®! - ’
of Taylor and Fillmore, or Van Buren and? 4,
ams. It says, let the soil be free ; but free nr
coming from foreign lands shall not exercise t.
freedom of voting until they get so old a f to -
unable to vote 1
Free soil and free speech arc pleasant sound,
ing names, but they come in a questionable shape
when proclaimed tty the federalists of the whig
and free soil factions. These political organiza
tions are ever prone to claim all the religion, de
cency anJ intelligence. The leading bee soil *
journal of Boston, ltke the leading journals of
’former times, claims almost all the religion, &c.
It claims too, free speech. The religion of this
country is founded oil the Bible ; if a man should
attempt to speak, for instance, in Lyceum ifali,
Old Cambridge, against the holiness, authentiehy
or divinity of the Bible, or denounce it as unwer.
thy of a reasonable being’s belief, so far as its
direct emanation from (sod is concerned, would
not that limn bo pelted with unmentionable cg ; ,s
by n host of federal free Boilers lor nm attempt,
ing to exerciso freedom of speech, notwithstand
ing he spoko on ireo soil, und in a common ityt
where batmen are now waving in the breeze in
No. 43.