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De Profundis.
Whilst I, a lonesome kind o’ man,
Wie'in my chimney corner zit,
No vriend or dog do bide wie’ me,
Zo I be vorced to think a bit.
The bells ring in the wuld church tower,
The lime trees shiver in the blast;
But, O ! the aching sense o’ loss
That haunts me as I scan the past I
Last year it wur a cheerful tone
The bells rang out zo sharp and clear ;
But now my bonnie Jan is dead—
My child is gone, and I be here.
Her pattens s and beneath the cloth,
No more they echo on the stoane ;
O God ' I pray for patience still,
But I be left here all aloane 1
She wnr a spracker zoul than I,
And well I mind her lisseme look
As she my letters taught o’ nights—
And now her gravestone is my book.
And looking in the church yard now,
The letters “ zacred ” I can see;
’Tis whoaly ground wherein she lies—
God knows how zacred ’tis to me.
A cradle stands right auverhend,
And there a mouse ha’ built her nest;
For thoughts of him that’s gone to her,
I never could thick mouse molest.
The sparrows twitter in the porch,
And yet the crumbs she used to gi’e ;
I hear the parson read in church —
Better than many such are ye.
He taks o’ Heaven and happy zouls—
And we ha’ zouls I doyn’t deny—
But sparrows scease be varden’s-wutbs,
And they be happier than I.
The bells clang in the wuld church tower,
The yew tree spreads her branches wide;
Her aged limbs will vail at last—
Lord, how much longer must I bide ?
I treasure every word o’ her
Beneath that tree who takes her rest;
“ God’s will be done,” she often zaid,
“ Bide patient, Jem, and do thy best.”
Patience! the lesson’s hard to learn ;
Christ taught it and she prac’iced it;
The wind ha’ kind o’ stole her voice—
* “ Be patient, Jem, and bide a bit.”
To-morrow brings another year,
God’s plana surp ss all human wit;
I thank thee, Lord, for the sweet words,
“ Be patient, Jem, and bide a bit.”
O I gi’e me strength to do Thy will,
To vollow her as best I can ;
But she’s a saint in glory now,
And I’m a lonesome zort o’ man.
\ English Magazine.
The Old Fashioned Choir.
I have fancied, sometimes, the Bethel-bent beam
That trembled to earth in the patriarch’s dream,
Was a fadde of song in t e wilderness rest,
From the pillow of stone to the blue of the blest,
And the angels descending to dwell with us here,
« Old Hundred,” and “ Corinth,” and “ China,” and
“ Mear.”
All the hearts are not dead, not und r the sod, !
That these breaths can blow open to Heaven and i
God I
Ah, “ Silver Street ” leads by a bright, golden road—
Oh, it is not the hymns that in harmony flowed—
But those sweet humored ps ilais in the old fashioned
choir,
To the girls that sang alto—the g.rls that sang air!
“ Let us singin his praise,” the minister said,
All the psalm books a’ once fluttered open at “York;”
Sunned their dotted wings in the words that he read,
While the leader leaped into the tune just aheao,
And politely picked out the key note with a fork,
And the vicious old viol went growling along
At the hee.s of the girls in the rear of the song.
I need not a wing—bid no genii come,
With a wonderful web from Arabian loom,
When the world was in rythm, and life was its rhyme;
Where the streams of the years flowed up noiseless
and narrow,
That across it there floated the song of a span ow ;
For a sprig of green earraway carries me there,
To the old vi lage church and the old village choir.
When clear of the floor, my feet slowly swung,
And timed the sweet praise of the song as they sung,
Till the glory aslant from the afternoon sun,
geemed the rafters of gold in God’s temple begun I
Yell issy smile at the nasals of old Deacon Brown,
Who followed by scent till he ran the tune down—
And the dear sister Green, with more goodness than
grace,
Bose and fell on the tunes as she stood in her place,
And where “ Coronation ” exultingly flows,
Tried to reach the high notes on the tips of her toes 1
To the land of the leal they went with their song,
Where the choir and the chorus together belong.
O, be lilted, ye gates I Let me hear them again—
Blessed sons, blessed Sabbath, forever, amen 1
Endurance.
How much the heart may bear, and yet not break 1
How much the flesh may suffer, and not die I
I question much if any pain or ache
Os soul or body brings our end more nigb,
Death chooses his own time ; till that is sworn,
All evils may be borne.
We shrink and shudder at the Burgeon’." knife—
Each nerve recoiling from the cruel steel,
Whose edge seems searching for the quivering life;
Yet to our t ease the bitter pangs reveal
That still, although the trembling flesh be torn,
This, also, can be borne.
We see a sorrow rising in our way,
And try to flee from the approaching ill;
We se -k some small escape—we weep and pray—
But when the blow falls, then our hearts are still,
Not that the pain is of its sharpest shorn —
But think it can be borne.
We wind our life about another life—
We hold it clos r, dearer than our own—
Anon it faints and falls in deathly strife,
Leaving us stunned, and stricken, and alone—
But ah 1 we do not die with those we mourn—
This also can be borne.
Behold, we live through all things—famine, thirst,
Bereavement, pain ; all grief and misery,
Ail woe and sorrow ; life inflicts its worst
On soul and body—but we cannot die,
Though we be sick, and tir< d, and faint, and worn ;
Lo I all things can be orne I
The Feast.
1 Cor. 5: 8.
Haste from your devious ways, ye contrite souls,
And gather round the table of your Lord,
Who greets his children with a Father’s smile,
And welcomes gladly to his plenteous board.
Take of the pure white bread and crimson wine—
Thy precious flesh and blood, O Christ divine !
How wilt thou come, O Christian? Bowed with
cares,
With earth’s sharp thorns upon thy aching brow ?
Wearily wiping off the sweat and tears,
And carrying hopelessly thy cross, e’en now ?
Ah, no I thy Saviour loves to see thee smile,
Be glad then in His presence for a while.
How wilt thou come ? With hatred in thy heart
For some poor fellow traveler to the grave ?
Or with thine eyes surcharged with anxious tears,
And murmuring sighs ’gainst Hirn who died to
save ?
Because His wisdom less to thee has given
Than to another ? Art thou fit for heaven ?
How wilt thou come ? In cold, indifferent guise,
Touching the Saviour’s wounds with careless hands,
Viewing His dying love with tearless eyes,
And heart as arid as the desert sands?
Go, and in solitude and silence mourn
Thy sin, and ask thy pitying Lord’s return.
If you want to put and get your foot in
it, say yes when you mean no, and no when
yes is the befitting word. In the course of
time you will have all the business you can
conveniently attend to.
[ From the New York Globe.
Rise and Progress of the Ohase Power.
Washington, September 4,1867.
To the Editor of the Globe:
In the history of the world there cannot
be found an instance of the rise of so great
a money power, so suddenly and out of ab
solutely nothing, as that concentrated in
what may be termed the “ Chase Ring.”—
It is one of the marvels of the age, a mon
ster structure risen out of the recent war,
and which now overshadows the whole
land, threatening its peace and prosperity.
At an early period of his administration
as Secretary of the Treasury, Mr. Chase
called about him—very naturally—those
who would obey his will. The first of
these was his relative, Henry D. Cooke, a
returned Californian, residing in Ohio. Mr.
Cooke was a smart writer, and he had
done Mr. Chase some service in writing
him up for the Governorship of Ohio ; he
Was considered a good fellow, as the world
goes, but of decidedly mediocre financial
ability. Jay Cooke, the brother of Henry
D., was then a moderately successful bank
er in Philadelphia. Mr. Chase desired that
the house of Jay Cooke & Co. should be
formed. Henry Cooke was called to Wash
ington and quartered at the Secretary’s
house, and the firm of Jay Cook & Co.
was organized, with Henry D. Cooke as
the junior partner. The branch then com
menced business at Washington.
From this time forward Henry D. Cooke
had the entire run of the Treasury Depart
ment, and a knowledge of its operations in
advance was very naturally used by Jay
Cooke & Co., as the foundation of their co
lossal wealth.
For his immediate subordinates, Mr.
Chase invariably selected those of much
less character and standing than the
Cookes—those who would see and hear as
little as possible, and blindly obey orders
without caring to know the why and
wherefore. He therefore placed the most
incompetent men in the most responsible
bureaus, in order that he and his friends
might use them, and by exercising a sort of
terrorism over them, ensure their compli
ance to any directions, however irregular.
The families of Messrs. Chase and Cooke
were on terms of the closest intimacy. As
this excited suspicion, and people began to
remark upon their continued meetings
upon important subjects, it -was arranged
as a blind that a coldness should be simu
lated, and they did not visit each other for
months.
In due time the marble banking-house be
gan to raise its lofty proportions, and it ap
peared as though the bank and the Treasu
ry meant one and the same thing. This
became at last so general, and so many
questions were asked as to where all this
sudden wealth came from, that Mr. Chase
and the Cookes took the alarm, and work
on the building was suspended on the plea
of “want of funds.” The structure re
mained incomplete for some time. Senator
Hendricks, of Indiana, in 1863, made a vio
lent attack upon the improper relations ex
sting between the Cookes and Mr. Chase,
and called the attention of Congress to cer
tain facts of the gravest character. Soon
after, Henry Cooke, the junior partner,
took the alaqn and went to Europe, where
he remained for some time. Senator Hen
dricks became silent, the matter soon pass
ed from notice, Henry Cooke returned from
Europe, and the bank building was comple
ted ; and in progress of time we find the
singular arrangement of a banking house
of Jay Cooke & Co. in the lower story, and
the First National Bank of Washington,
owned by the Cookes, in the second story.
The continued intimacy between Mr.
Chase and the Cookes became at last so
notorious, that others were selected as go
betweens, and various practices were de
vised to blind the public. Mr. Huntington,
a young man in General Spinner’s office,
was selected—first as clerk in the house
and then as cashier of the bank.
At this period, Frank Blair, then in Con
gress, made a terrible onslaught upon Mr.
Chase’s cotton" frauds. Senator Sherman
now stepped forward, and having been
made chairman of the Finance Committee,
he became the apologist of the Treasury
Department. In the turmoil and excite
ment of the war, this and all other expo
sures were quickly forgotten.
Assistant Secretary Harrington, from his
position, became aware of the actual state
of things in and around the Treasury De
partment, and being a remarkably observ
ant and shrewd man, it was necessary, in
order to propitiate him, to allow him to do
as he pleased within his particular sphere.
Mr. Harrington was finally sent out as min
ister to Switzerland. Berne is a very quiet
place, very central and very convenient for
all sorts of financial manipulations.
In 1862 the accumulating business rela
ting to bank-note work had caused the or
ganization of what has at last grown into
the monster paper printing shop known as
the Currency Printing Bureau. There was
at this time hanging about the department
the notorious S. M. Clarke. This indivi
dual had just been tried by an investigating
committee of Congress, and convicted of
wrong acts as an official in the engineer’s
department, and condemned as unworthy
of trust.
True to his instincts in the selection of his
tools, Mr. Chase placed S. M. Clarke at the
head of the bureau, the monstrous evils of
which you are now exposing. At first Mr.
Clarke’s duties were to attend to the busi
ness arising from receiving large amounts
of money printed by the bank-note com
panies in New York, cutting, numbering,
and making it complete for circulation-—a
strange position in which to place a man
of Clarke’s well-known antecedents! Origi
nally, it was not the intention to establish
a bank-note engraving and printing con
cern in the Treasury Department, but early
in 1863, the immense power and advantages
it would give to the department appear to
have entered the brain of Mr. Chase. At
this time the entire business and nearly all
the talent in the profession were in the
hands of a monopoly composed of the Na
tional and American bank-note companies.
Perhaps certain acts of this monopoly first
started the idea in Mr. Chase’s brain, but
once started, the advantage were so appar
ent that it was resolved upon. But the de
partment was powerless to start the busi
ness against the monopoly in New York.
That immense political machine, the na
tional bank system, was now authorized
by Congress and the currency decided
upon. Under the inspiration of the Treasu
ry Department, the Continental Bank Note
Company was started in New York. This
company speedily broke down the monopo
ly of the American and National compa
nies, and under the new law of Congress,
AU JUS PA, GA,, WEDNESDAY MORNING, MAY 20, 1868.
which gives Government the ownership
and control of all plates, dies, etc., a vast
amount of original material made by the
companies, with the understanding that so
long as they executed tjje work faithfully,
[ they should receive the orders of Govern
ment to prmt the money, etc., was taken
from the companies, without any regard to
right and justice, and upon the material
thus obtained the Currency Printing Bu
reau was established, and the effort was
made to do the entire bank note engraving
and printing in the Treasury building, re
gardless of the ruinous loss that would ac
crue to the companies that furnished the
original work at nominal cost. Had Mr.
Clarke possessed common sense and a very
moderate professional knowledge of the
bank note business, he could have com
pletely broken down every bank note com
pany in the country. But as it resulted,
the department was obliged to give the ex
ecution of the national currency to the
three companies in New York.
But Mr. Chase succeeded in creating an
establishment to print money in the Treasu
ry building, and his power was then com
plete.
On the formation of the National Curren
cy Bureau, which promised to become such
a gigantic engine of power, it was necessa
ry to exercise great care in the selection of
a Comptroller of the Currency. Mr. Mc-
Culloch, then President of the State Bank
of Indiana, was invited to take the posi
tion. Mr. McCulloch was a Democrat, a
regular subscriber to the Chicago Times,
but not much of a politician. Though
known to be a lump of avarice, his record
as a small country banker was unimpeach
able, and there is no doubt he entered upon
his duties with the honest determination to
fill them to best of his limited capacity.
But now a cloud came over the fortunes
of the Chase ring, and its final breaking up
seemed inevitable. Mr. Lincoln and Mr.
Chase fell out, and Mr. Chase handed in his
resignation, which was promptly accepted,
to the utter amazement and discomfiture of
Mr. Chase, who never dreamed of any other
result than that he would be invited to
withdraw his resignation. Mr. Chase left
the department.
After Senator Morgan declined the Secre
taryship offered him by Mr. Lincoln, Mr.
McCulloch was brought forward as a can
didate. At first the Cookes and Mr. Chase,
who, though absent in person, were present
in spirit, were a little doubtful as to whether
Mr. McCulloch was their man, as he had on
several cccasions kicked in the traces.—
Finally the “ ring” co-operated heartily to
secure Mr. McCulloch’s appointment.
Mr. Chase speedily secured the position
of Chief Justice, and with the acquisition of
the wealthy Senator Sprague as his son-in
law, the ring became more powerful.
Mr. McCulloch, since he became Secre
tary of the Treasury, has been silent on the
subject of removing the Currency Bureau
from the Treasury building. He has also,
through some mysterious influence, become
the humble servant of Mr. S. M. Clarke, of
whose reckless, dangerous course in the
Currency Printing Bureau he was well
trware, and whom he was in the habit of
openly condemning. In all matters Mr.
McCulloch is perfectly subservient to the
Chase power, and is in fact, one of the ring.
All the numerous Congressional efforts to
expose the peculiar transactions of the
Chase ring and check its growing power
have utterly failed. Senator Sherman and
others in the Senate, and Mr. Hooper and .
others in the House, invariably spring to
their feet on every such occasion, and thus
far have invariably succeeded in putting a
quietus on every move tending to the end
so desirable.
It will be readily perceived that the Chase
influence controls that vast "institution, the
Treasury Department of the United States;
and it is an adroit game that Mr. Chase
plays wth President Johnson. He artfully
manipulates him, calling occasionally, and
appearing to oppose. his impeachment
while secretly undermining him with the
Radicals. Mr. McCulloch agrees with the
President, and votes for his measures at
Cabinet meetings. But outside he is with
the Chase party, playing into its hands
with the vast patronage of his department.
The whole machine, revenue service and
all, is run in the interest of Chase. Can
any one be so blind as not to see that the
great money power is in the hands of those
who do not scruple to use it for their .own
selfish financial and political purposes?—
Does not this party, by manipulating the
vast means in their hands, acquire and
command a capital sufficient to control the
politics of the country ?
A Disgraceful Scene.—The personal
controversy between Mr. Washburne, of
Illinois, and Mr. Donnelly, of Minnesota—
both types of the extremest Radicalism, and
each the particular friend of General Grant
—which occupied the session of the House
on Saturday evening, is one of the most
shocking exhibitions and disgraceful scenes
which was ever witnessed in that chamber.
If anything was wanting to illustrate what
sort of Representatives and what manner
of men the existing revolution has thrown
up to the surface, it would be found in this
passage between two prominent members
of the dominant party, one of whom is the
keeper and trainer of the Radical candidate
for the Presidency, and the other aspires to
be a leader and a champion of the same
“ great moral cause.”
, What must the people of the United
States think when they see the destinies of
the country confided to such hands at a
crisis so momentous as this is, and what
will foreign nations, which look to us for
example and instruction, say when they
see the American Congress directed and
controlled by members who can address the
disgusting epithets to each other which
Washburneand Donnelly employed? Such
facts, which are by no means unfrequent—
for language quite as offensive has been ap
plied to the President and to others by
acknowledged leaders like Stevens—furnish
proof of a demoralization that has been
growing too painfully evident since the
close of the war, and has corrupted the
sources of public virtue. This downward
tendency, which began with the advent,
and has. been developed by the growth of
Radicalism, must be checked, or our insti
tutions will perish, as the Roman empire
fell under the blight of like causes. If Rad
icalism be not defeated it will overthrow
the Government.— National Intelligencer.
. A fountain, composed of four waterfalls,
eight lions spouting water, and an immense
candelabra, to light up the whole at night is to
be erected at Paris on the site of the Chateau
d’Eu. It will surpass every fountain ever be
fore seen.
The Argumentum ad Hominem.
Mr. Evarts was exceedingly happy in
paying off some of the worst of the Im
peaching Managers and members of the
Court in their own coin. He read
FROM SUMNER’S SPEECH
in the Senate debate, on the Fugitive Slave
Law, in 1852, when Mr. S. said, as judge of
the constitutionality of law and of duty:
“ Whatever may be the influence of this
judgment (that is, the judgment of the Su
preme Court in the case of Prigg, as a rule
for thejudiciary), it cannot arrest our duty
as legislators.” I adopt with entire assent
the language of President Jackson, in his
memorable veto in 1832, of the Bank of
the United States:
“If the opinion of the Supreme Court
covers the whole ground of 'this act, it
ought not to control the co-ordinate au
thorities of the Government. The Con
gress, the Executive and the Court must,
each for itself, be guided by its own opin
ions of the Constitution. Every public of
ficer who takes an oath to support the Con
stitution swears that he will support it as
he understands it, and not as it is under
stood by others. It is as much the dutv of
the House of Representatives, of the Sen
ate and of the President to decide on the
constitutionality of any bill or resolution
which may be presented to them for pas
sage or approval as it is for the Supreme
Judges, when it may be brought before
them for judicial decision. The authority
of the Supreme Court must not, therefore,
be permitted to control Congress or the
Executive, but to have only such influence
as the force of their reasoning may de
serve.”
Upon the charge of “ Congress hanging
ON THE VERGE OF GOVERNMENT,” SO much
objected to by the Radical Managers, after
quoting the severe personal invectives
against the President by Senators Sumner
and Howard, he goes on :
“ We have,” says Mr. 8., “ a report in the
House of Representatives of a debate be
tween two of the most distinguished mem
bers of that body who can, as well as any
others for the purpose of this trial, furnish
a standard of what is called by the honor
able Manager ‘ propriety of speech.’ ”
Mr. Bingham said:
I desire to say, Mr. Chairman, that it
does not become a gentleman who recorded
his vote fifty.times for Jefferson Davis, the
arch traitor in the rebellion [roars of laugh
ter], as his candidate for the Presidency of
the United States, to undertake to damage
his cause by attempting to fasten the impu
tation either on my integrity or my honor.
I repel with scorn and contempt any utter
ances. of that sort from any man, whether
he be the hero of Fort Fisher not taken, or
Fort Fisher taken. [Continuous laughter.]
Butler, after some remarks, said :
But if during the war the gentleman
from Ohio did as much as I did in that di
rection I shall be glad to recognize that
much; but the only victim of the-gentle
man’s prowess that I know of was an inno
cent woman hung upon the scaffold, one
Mrs. Surratt, and I can sustain the memory
of Fort Fisher if he and his present asso
ciates can sustain him in shedding the blood
of an innocent woman, who was" tried by a
military commission and convicted without
sufficient evidence in my opinion.
Mr. Bingham, with spirit, replied :
I challenge the gentleman, I dare him,
here or anywhere in this tribunal, or any
tribunal, to assert that I spoliated or mu
tilated any book ; but such a charge, with
out one title of evidence, is only fit to come
from a man who lives in a bottle and is fed
with a spoon.
What that refers to I do not know.
Mr. Evarts, continuing, said:
This all comes within the common law
of courtesy, in the judgment of the House
of Representatives. But what do you
think was the subject these honorable gen
tlemen were debating upon ? Why, it was
charity.
A Senator—What ?
Mr. Evarts—Charity; a question of char
ity to the South. That was the whole sta
ple of the debate. “Charity which suffer
eth all things and is kind.” [Laughter.]—
“ Charity envieth not; charity vaunteth
not itself; is not puffed up ; doth not be
have itself unseemingly ; seeketh not her
own ; is not easily provoked ; thinketh no
evil; rejoiceth not in inequality, but re
joiceth in the truth ; beareth all things ; be
lieveth all things ; hopeth all things ; en
dureth all things ; charity never fails.” But
the apostles add, what may not be exactly
true in regard to the Managers, “ tongues
may fail.” [Laughter.] But now, to be
serious. In a free republic, who will tole
rate this fan-fiirnade about speech making?
When Cromwell, in his career through
Ireland, in the name of Parliament, had set
himself down before the town of Ross, and
summoned it to surrender, this Papist
community, exhausted in its resistance,
asked to surrender only on condition of
freedom of conscience. Cromwell replied :
“As to freedom of conscience, I meddle
with no man’s conscience, but if you mean
by that, liberty to celebrate the mass, I
would have you to understand that in no
place where the power of the Parliament of
England prevails shall that be permitted.”
So the honorable Managers do not com
plain of freedom of speech, but if any man
says that the House of Representatives is
“ hanging on the verge of the Government,”
we are to understand that in no place
where the power of the two Houses of Con
gress prevails shall that be permitted, al
though they meddle with no man’s property
or freedom of speech.
Mr. Clarence Logan, of Philadelphia,
just returned from Savannah, having
observed the election there, has made a
statement that in one ward in that city
several negroes were supplied by a wag
with labels of “ Costar’s .rat and roach
exterminator” and voted them as ballots.
Some of the very intelligent suffragans
noticing a cut of a rat on the supposed
ballots, asked what it meant. They were
told it stood for the “ rat-ifleation of the
constitution.” They wondered, believed,
and voted. After this, who prates about
educating voters, and who doubts that the
colored troops fought nobly ?— N. Y. World.
—i I ——
Two politicians of Syracuse bet, on a
recent election, a loaf of bread which con
tained half a barrel of flour. It was
kneaded by the loser, and given to a widow
who also needed it.
Audiences —The Experience of a Lecturer
I have been kindly treated by a great
many audiences and may occasionally face
one hereafter. But I tell you the average
intellect of five hundred persons, taken as
they come, is not very high. It may be
sound and safe so far as it goes, but it is
not very rapid or profound. A lecture
ought to be something which all can un
derstand—about something that interests
everybody. I think that if any experienced
lecturer gives you a different account from
this, it will probably be one of those elo
quent or forcible speakers who hold an au
dience by the charm of their manner, what
ever they talk about, even when they don’t
talk very well.
But an average, which was what I meant
to speak about, is one of the most extraor
dinary subjects of observation and study.
It is awful in its uniformity, in its auto
matic necessity of action. Two communi
ties of ants and bees are exactly alike in
all their actions, so far as we can see. Two
lyceum assemblies, of five hundred each,
are so near alike that they are absolutely
undistinguishable, in many cases, by anv
definite mark, and there is nothing but the
place and time by which one can tell the
“remarkably intelligent audience” of a town
in New York or Ohio from any New England
town of a similar size. Os course, if any
principle of selection has come in as in those
special associations of young men which
are common in cities, it deranges the uni
formity of the assemblage. But let there
be no such interfering circumstances, and
one knows pretty well even the look the au
dience will have before he goes in. Front
seats, a few old folks (shiny-headed)
slant up the best ear toward the speaker
and drop off asleep after awhile, when the
air begins to get a little narcotic with car
bonic acid. Bright women’s faces, young
and middle-aged, a little behind these, but
toward the front—pick out the best and
lecture mainly to that. Here and there a
countenance sharp and scholar-like, and a
dozen pretty female ones sprinkled about.
An indefinite number of pairs of young
people—happy, but not always attentive.—
Boys in the back ground more or less quiet.
Dull faces here, there—in how many places 1
I don’t say dull people, but faces without a
ray of sympathy or a movement of" expres
sion. They are what kill the lecturer.—
These negative faces, with their vacuous
eyes and stony lineaments pump and suck
the warm soul out of him; that is the chief
reason why lecturers grow so pale before
the season is over. They render latent any
amount of vital caloric; they act on our
mind as those cold-blooded creatures I was
talking about act on our hearts.
Out of all these inevitable elements the
audience is generate—a great compound
vertebrate, as much like fifty others you
have seen as any two animals of the same
species are like each other. Each audience
laughs and each cries in just the same
place of your lecture; that is, if yon make
one laugh or cry you make all. Even
those little indescribable movements which
a lecturer takes cognizance of, just as a
driver notices his horse’s cocking his ears,
are sure to come in exactly the same place
of your lecture, always. I declare to you
that, as the monk said about the picture in
the convent—that he sometimes thought
the living tenants were the shadows, and
the painted figures the realities—l have
sometimes felt as if I were a wandering
spirit, and this great unchanging multivi
tebrate which I faced night after night, was
one ever-listening animal, which writhed
along after me wherever I fled, and coiled
at my feet every evening, turning up to
me the same sleepless eyes which I thought
I had closed with my last drowsy incanta
tion. — Holmes.
Georgia.—We fear this fine old Common
wealth is given over to negro-radical rule.
If so, it is the infamous consummation
mainly of what the great English Radical
could call a very dirty conspiracy. The
Conservatives were obliged to bring out
three candidates sucessively—Judge Reese,
Judge Irwin and Gen. Gordon—the two
first having been declared ineligible by Gen.
Meade, but not until each had been in the
field some time. It can easily be under
stood how such tactics as these would de
moralize any party; but only one well up
in the politics of the State can appreciate
the full effect of such warfare upon the for
tunes of the Georgia Conservatives. There
was villainy enough, Heaven knows, in the
of the Radicals—wholesale and
open bargain, the corrupt alliance of ambi
tious demagogues, the stay law swindle,
and such political Chadbands is Joe Brown
—but after all, we believe the Conservatives
were tricked out of the election. With any
one of the three candidates named above,
especially with Judge Irwin, and full
time for Conservative organization and a
thorough canvass, radicalism would have
fled the State, as of old certain domestic
animals ran into the sea and were drowned.
[W. O. Picayune.
Beautiful Parable.—A distinguished
clergyman of Louisville, in his discourse
of the resurrection, rehearsed the pleasing
parable from Hally. The story is of a ser
vant, who, receiving a silver cup from his
master, suffers it to fall into a bottle of ac
quafortis, and seeing it disappear, contends
in argument with a fellow-servant that its
recovery Is impossible, till the master
comes on the scene and infuses salt water,
which precipitates the silver from the solu
tion, and then by melting and hammering
the metal, he restores it to its original
shape.
The celebrated Dr. Brown, of England,
used this same epologue in one of his popu
lar works, and" a skeptic—one of whose
great stumbling blocks was the resurrec
tion—was so struck with its force that he
ultimately renounced his opposition to the
gospel, and became a partaker of the Chris
tian hope of immortality. This converted
skeptic died, trusting in his Saviour, only
six months after Dr. Brown, was interred
in the same burying ground, and by a coin
cidence altogether undesigned, he was laid
near Dr. Brown’s grave—immediately at
his feet.— Louisville Courier.
How TO Keep Hams Through Summer.
—After you hams have taken salt, hang
them up and smoke them well, then take
them down and dip them into boiling water
for a few seconds ; that will kill all the eggs
of insects, if there should be any on them ;
then roll them in dry ashes while wet and
hang them up again ; smoke them more if
you choose. This will do also for shoulders
and sides ; and those that do their bacon in
this way will never have any bugs or skip
pers on their meat.
VOL. 27. NO. 21
[From the Syracuse Courier and Union.
Initiating a Candidate Into the Good Tem
plars.
The method of initiating a candidate into a
Lodge of Good Templars is but a slight im
provement upon the same programme so long
in vogue by the ancient and honorable frater
nity of the “ Sons of Malta.” A “ chap” was
taken from a lager beer saloon, where he got
“ tight” without knowing that lager would in
toxicate, was put through a cold water treat
ment by the Good Templars a few evenings
since. He “ peaches” on the Templars, and
gives the following expose of their initiation
ceremony, for which, no doubt, he will be put
through another course of cold water “ sprouts”
at the next meeting of the lodge.
In the first place the victim for initiating is
blindfolded, bound hand and foot and thrown
into a cider press and pressed for five minutes.
This is done for the purpose of clearing his
system of “old drunks.” He is then taken
out of the eider press and by means of a force
pump gorged with cistern water, after which
a sealing plaster is placed over his mouth and
be is rolled in a barrel four or five times across
the room ; the choir at the same time singing
the cold water song. He is now taken out of
the barrel and hung up by the heels till the
water runs through his ears. He is then cut
down and a beautiful young lady hands him a
glass of cistern water. A cold water bath is
then furnished him, after which he is showered
with cistern water. He is then made to read
the Water Works act ten times, drinking a
glass of cistern water between each reading.
After which the old oaken bucket is hung
around his neck, and fifteen sisters with squirt
guns deluge him with cistern water. He is
then forced to eat a peck of snow, while the
brothers stick his ears lull of icicles. He is
then run through a clothes-wringer, after which
he is handed a glass of cistern water by a lady.
He is again gorged with cistern water and his
boots filled with the same, and he is laid away
in a refrigerator. The initiation is now almost
concluded. After remaining in the refrigera
tor for the space of half an hour, he is again
taken out and given a glass of cistern water,
run through a clothes-wringer, and becomes a
Good Templar.
Maxims ’for Married Men.—Rules, maxims
and directions for the instruction and guidance
of the young in the affairs of love and courtship
have been for years as “ common as carnmo
mile,” but rules for conduct after marriage are
seldom to be met with. An exchange, however,
thus supplies a few which are highly edifying:
Maxim 1. Avoid the use of maxims or rules
in any matrimonial discussion. Women are in
capable of appreciating the abstract. Thus if
you remark generally that it “ takes two to
make a quarrel,” you will be met with the illog
ical reply that “she does not.”
Maxim 2. The same may be said of satire and
irony. Women are not good satirists in speech,
however much they may indulge it in action.—
They sometimes display a crude idea of irony,
such as, “ O, yes, of course my wishes are of no
consequence;” or, “ certainly, my love, you
are always right,” but being usually in a palpa
ble passion at the time, the statement lacks that
purely philosophical coolness which makes
irony effective.
Maxim 3. Only a fool has trouble with his
mother-in-law or wife’s relatives. He is usually
weak enough to show his dislike, or oppose
them. The wise man flatters them until he dis
covers some points of difference between them
and his beloved partner. He then, of course,
espouses the cause of the relative. He points
out to the wife the duty of filial obedience, and
otherwise so conducts himself that she, if she
has any spirit, is forced to quarrel with them
outright. He then gracefully yields to circum
stances.
Maxim 4. The wife makes the husband’s so
ciety. She regulates the visiting lists and con
trols the card basket. If she does not like the
Misses Simmes, who used to admire you in
your ante-nuptial days, she estops your visits
by not returning theirs, and as a gentleman, you
cannot go where your wife does not. It is her
friends whom you must cultivate.
Modern Speaking with Tongues.—a
friend of mine called on a celebrated German
philologist here who “speaks English.” Thus
the conversation opened : “ I believe you talk
English, professor ?” “Guess,” said the philo
logist, “ a few.” Many of the stores here ad
vertise, “ English spoken here.” I called at
one of them, and the Englishman of the estab
lishment said, “ although I a teacher of Eng
lish been have, I have it much oblivirt.” ”l
thought he had, but 1 groaned inwardly as I re
flected, “I a teacher of German been have also.”
Another English speaking bookseller, who
also speaks our language, as a general thing,
fluently and correctly, rather startled me the
other day, when 1 called to inquire for a cer
tain book that he was to procure for me, by
saying, “ I have not got it now, but I have sent
my angel for it.” It was with difficulty that I
kept my countenance, but I was sobered by the
reflection that probably lam every’ day taxing
the politeness of ray German friends to the ut
most by just such blunders as this. In the
Berlin gallery is a fine picture of Jacob wrest
ling with the angel. It is photographed, as are
most of these masterpieies of art, and on the
back of the photograph is the subject in three
languages. In German it runs thus : “Jakob
ringend mil dem Engel,” which is translated
into English thus : “ Jack ringing with the
angel!” Prof. Rice was informed by a German
student in the natural history department that
he was “ travailing on fishes.” It was some
little time before Prof. Rice got the idea that
his friend simply meant that he was hard at
work on the study of fishes !— Prof. Newhall.
Practical Education. —We have frequently
adverted to the necessity for making training
for the duties of real life a principal feature in
our public school management. A writer in
Lippincott's Magazine, describing a school in
Germany, follows a description of the pupil
writing competitive compositions on slates
with the following:
“ In all this proceeding there is nothing very
new, perhaps, but it is so admirably done that
the spectator cannot help taking an interest in
the process. Every item entered is made a
matter of discussion. The price of fowls;
how much a fat fowl should weigh ; how much
a lean one ; a reasonable price. What food
fattens fowls best. What sort of fowls they are,
and how old. The price of cabbages, of car
rots, of apples; their sorts, the quantities pro
duced—everything to bring the school home to
the life-wants, interests and duties, is done;
the scholars themselves contributing each their
mite to the store of information the letter con
tains. The expenses, too, of the dav, the bar
gains, and the shops, are all discussed. After
one such display as this, I went home looking
at the baskets in the market, at the donkey
carts laden for return home, at the buyers and
sellers, and at the good things in the little shop
windows, with more interest than ever I had
in such things before. I felt that in this Ger
man village school the children were in train
ing for the real duties of their lives.”
There is a man living in Texas, near Hous
ton, who at the battle of Richmond, Kentucky,
in 1862, lost his right arm. He is now engaged
in working on a farm, and with his left hand
cuts and splits one hundred and fifty rails a
day, and two hundred when his timber is cut
for him. He had a plow made for himself with
only one handle to it, and plows as good a fur
row as anybody, and at all work makes a good
hand.”