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(Lljc Wcchln (Ccmstitutioimlist. BY STOCKTON & CO, OUR. TERMS. The following are the rates of Subscription: Daily, one year $lO 00 Weekly, one year $3 00 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.”