Van Buren Democrat

Bonaparte, Iowa
January 19, 1870
Volume 1; Number 1 [first issue]
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HONEST POVERTY. "A great critic (Dr. Aiken) says, that love and wine are the exclusive themes for song writing. The following is on neither subject and, consequently, is no song; but will be allowed to be, I think, two or three pretty good prose thoughts in rhyme." In this manner Burns speaks of this witty, clever, and truthful song of which he is the author. Is there, for honest poverty, Who hangs his head, and all that? The coward slave, we passed him by, We dared be poor for all that. For all that, and all that, Our toils obscure, and all that, The rank is but the guinea stamp, The man's THE gold for all that. What though on homely fare we dine, Where humble gray, and all that, Give fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for all that. For all that, and all that, Their tinsel show, and all that, The honest man, though e'er so poor, Is keen of men for all that. You see yon fellow called a lord, Who struts, and stares, and all that, Though hundreds worship at his word, He is but a fool for all that. For all that, and all that, His riband, star, and all that; The man of independent mind, He looks and laughs at all that. A prince can make a belted knight, A marquee, duke, and all that; But an honest man's above his might, In faith, he must not try that! For all that, and all that, The pith of sense, and pride of worth, Are higher ranks than all that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for all that, That sense and worth, o'er all the earth, May hear the palm, and all that. It's coming yet, for all that, When man to man, the world o'er, Shall brothers be for all that. Private Life of the Pope. From the Galaxy. Those who see the pope in state can form very little idea of the simplicity in which the pontiff lives. The "king of Italy" lives worse then any denizen of a third-rate boarding house in New York. The furniture of the Pitti palace would be despised by a Canal street broker, and a dry goods clerk would disdain the horrible Milanese cigars which his majesty is eternally smoking. All of which is not generally known, and is very commendable, because it is done for economy and to save the impoverished exchequer. Yet there is no reason why the pope should not live in style becoming a king, but his own dislike of pomp and naturally simple tastes. Leaving the gilded saloons of the show part of the palace, you pass through a door carefully guarded by two of the noble guard with drawn swords. A small passage conducts to the guards' waiting room, where orderlies and officers in waiting attend. Another room is allotted to the groom of the chambers, a prelate in his violet robes. The next is the ante-chamber where the monsignori, private chamberlains of his holiness, are in attendance. You tap at the next door, and it is opened by another monsignor who assured of your right of entre, lists a silk curtain and you are in the presence. The room strikes as singularly bare. There is no carpet on the stone floor, the articles of furniture are very few and by no means costly. There is a large bookcase filled with books bound in parchment. A prie Dieu with a velvet cushion, an excellent little Madonna by Canova, in alabaster, on the bracket, stands over the prie-Dieu, and a well-worn, commonly-bound book of hours lies on the ledge of the prie-Dieu, together with a crucifix and reliquary, and a common rosary. There is a little china holy water stoup at the door; an exceedingly fine portrait of the pope hangs over the mantle-shelf, on which there is a time-piece of the Louis Quinze period, in ormolu, and two statuettes of St. Joseph and the Good Shepherd. There are no curtains to the windows, which overlooked the Vatican garden. In the center of the apartment is a large writing desk such as stands in the private cabinet of Louis XIV. at Versailles. It has two large compartments, filled with pigeon-holes, in which are bundles of papers. A crucifix stands between these compartments, with the wounds and agony of the Redeemer finely painted an awfully real. The ink-stand is a very common one of china, with a pouncet box to match; a bundle of quills lies near it, and a piece of soiled rag, on which pens have been wiped this many a day. A few books of devotion are also there. They are "The Imitation," Scupoli's "Spiritual Cabinet." "Devotion's of St. Francis de Sales," a breviary area, a bible, Rodriguez's "Spiritual Perfection," Signori's "Glories of Mary," "Life of St. Teresa," etc. There is a pile of French journals, the Revue des Deux Mondes, the Civitta Cattolico, and other Italian papers. His holiness sits in an armchair, not meriting the title of easy, for it cruelly terminates in the middle of his, and is rigidly constructed without regard to comfort. He is attired in a simple cassock of white flannel, with no insignia of rank about it except his Episcopal ring. His head is covered with a white skull-cap. He has been reading, and beside his open book is a common metal snuff-box and -- let not my lady readers be horrified -- a common red cotton handkerchief. Having made the usual reverences on my knees, he motioned me to approach. [end of column 1] As I recall now the effect produced upon me by that interview, I do not wonder that half-fanatical young men, fresh from the college, should yearn to die in his defense, as of old the Christian panted for the crown of martyrdom. You feel, if a Catholic, that you are in the presence of a saintly person, into which the jarring discords of the world do not enter. Childlike in his innocence of his vileness, and diffusing an atmosphere of benignity wherever he comes, the venerable pope cannot fail to impress anyone who enters his presence, be he Catholic or Protestant. The large, fair face is less furrowed than that of men half his years, yet his pontificate has been most eventful. He speaks, and you at once perceive that innate refinement which makes him try to remove diffidence by condescension untinged by patronage, and paternal gentleness that removes restraint. Like many another sovereign, he takes interest in seemingly trifling objects. A DARING ROBBERY. How an Englishman Was Taken In. A few days ago an Englishman named L. S. Hinx or Hincks, from London or its neighborhood, arrived in New York on a tour of profit and pleasure. On Monday he was short of funds, and having bills of exchange in his possession that would fill his purse, he strayed into the Bank of Commerce, presented his documents, and received from the paying teller $4,200 in current funds. "Is this right?" He asked of the teller. "I guess so; count it if you have any doubts," was the response. "Ho, I suppose it is all right, but I likes to count it." Johnny Bull commenced the count, after adjusting his eye glasses, and while engaged in the work, a voice explained: "Is that your stamp?" (pointing to the floor.) The eye glasses were readjusted, and Mr. Hinx leisurely turned in the direction of the point indicated. On completing the survey and finding nothing on the floor, he turned his attention to the $4,200 pile to find it gone, as well as his friend who had addressed him. The Englishman looked at the teller and the teller looked at the Englishman. Hinx finally uttered a sound between a whistle and an exclamation of disappointment, and concluded by remarking: "Well, damme, that's well done. Here I come to this blasted country to go into business. I've been around London, ham hup to hall the tricks of the thieves, but ham beaten. What shall I do?" He was advised to go to the central police office. Hinx hurried there; saw Kelso; detailed the particulars of the loss, and wanted $4,200; Kelso did not happen to have that some about him, but ordered an entry of the robbery to be made in the books, and it was done by Detective Avery. "Don't put that in the papers," ordered the Englishman. "I would not have it known in Hingland, where I am well known to the nobility and the public, for a hundred pounds sterling." Mr. Hinx was assured that the papers would not get out, but they have, from other sources than police headquarters, whose mystery is thrown around every case by order of our "superior officer." The Hon. L. S. Hinx is still looking for his $4,200; but so far has been unsuccessful. He will probably draw on the nobility for sufficient funds to liquidate his hotel bill and returned to England a "wiser if not a better man." WAIFS FOR THE LADIES. Wabash, Ind., arrests women who bake biscuits of a Sunday. A younger sister of Anna Dickinson is giving her attention to literary pursuits. Girls under twenty-one are prohibited by law from appearing on the stage at Altoona, Pa. A San Francisco lady, who had an eye knocked out by a rocket, sees ten thousand dollars' damages with the remaining orb. A St. Louis woman asked to be divorced from her husband because he gets "tearing mad whenever his stockings are starched stiff." Judy's dressmaker horrified her the other day, by telling her she would "cut her body out" in the course of the afternoon. A society has been organized in Coshocton, Ohio, composed entirely of young ladies, the members of which cannot marry without unanimous consent. We have heard of but one old woman who kissed her cow, but there are thousands of young ones who have kissed great calves. The lady in Santa Clara, Cal., had to have a leg amputated in consequence of an injury received by kneeling on a hoop skirt. A poor woman in Worcester, Mass., who for twenty years has waited to hear from her husband, has just received a letter from him, saying that he has amassed a fortune in California, and is waiting for her to enjoy its advantages with him. An old lady, gazing with astonishment upon an elephant in a menagerie, asked the keeper, "What kind of a beast is that eating hay with his tail?" "Oh, dear! Mr. F., you jest when you say my baby is the handsomest you ever saw; you must be soft-soaping." "Well, madam, I think it needs soft soap of some kind." A gentleman, being asked whether he was seriously injured when a steam boiler exploded, is said to have replied that he was so used to being blown up by his wife that mere steam had no affect upon him. See "Alexandria limp" is the latest eccentricity of fashion. It is produced by wearing a very high heeled boot on one foot, and a flat heeled boot on the other. The young lady wobbles about like a goose. During a revival meeting recently in Berryessa Valley, Cal., a young lady got excited, and in her religious fervor, embraced a young unmarried man present. The hardened sinner resisted, declaring that repentance must precede heaven. A story is told of a young lady teacher at a Sunday school, who a few Sundays ago asked a youngster what was matrimony. He mistook the question for purgatory, and promptly answered: "A place or state of punishment in this life, where souls suffer for a short time before they go to heaven." That was a brutal husband who, as he saw his wife receding from him on the icy sidewalk, greatly to the peril of bone, said "Let her slide"; but when she landed in the courteous arms of a good-looking young man he did not think it quite so funny. The maddest man in Indiana lives in Patoka. He told his wife he was going down cellar to commit suicide, and he did go downstairs and fired a broadside into the pork barrel. His wife kept right on knitting, and after a while the man came upstairs swearing that the woman hadn't got any feeling. AND HUMOR. "What is a strait?" The class looked blank, except one small boy, low down, who held up his hand in token that he could tell. The school ma'am hopefully told him to proceed. He proceeded thus: "A strait beats two pairs." The pompous epitaph of a close-fisted citizen closed with the following passage of scripture, "He that giveth to the poor lendeth to the Lord." "Dat may be so," soliloquized Sambo, "but when dat man died, colloquy Lord didn't owe 'im a red cent." A mechanic having taken a new apprentice, awoke him the first morning at a very early hour, by calling out that the family were sitting down to table. "Thank you," said the boy, as he turned over in bed to adjust himself for a new nap; "thank you, but I never eat anything during the night." In one of our towns, the postmaster has, by skillful maneuvering, managed to retain his office from the time of Harrison and Tyler down to the present day. Being asked how he managed to retain his office through so many changes of administration, he replied that "it would take a mighty smart administration to turn quicker than he could." A young man, accompanied by his lady love, stopped at one of our hotels for dinner the other day. Never having seen any fish-balls, he handed one to his lady. After breaking his own open, he carefully examined it, then smelled of it, and with a sepulchral voice said: "Sal, don't eat that doughnut; there's something dead in it!" In a western Sabbath school, a boy was asked to give an account of Moses. "Moses," said the boy, "was born on the banks of the Nile, in a basket. As the infant lay in the basket, concealed in the bulrushes, a huge crocodile came swimming along, and approaching him said 'Moses, almost thou persuaded me to be a Christian.' Whereupon the infant stretched out its little arm toward the crocodile, and said: 'Verily, thou art the man.'" A Methodist preacher, who was on his way to a camp meeting happened to think that he had left his horn at home, and, as that is certainly very useful in calling together the lambs of the flock, he stopped at a tin shop on his way, for the purpose of purchasing one. "Will this make a loud noise?" He asked, selecting one that appeared to suit him. "Oh' yes, a h--l of a noise," said the tanker, producing a piece of paper to roll it up in. "Well, as I want to blow it at a camp meeting, I guess it is not the kind I am looking for," and the parson walked dignifiedly away. PROVING IDIOCY.--Some time ago, there was a trial for trespass in cutting wood from a neighbor's premises without authority. One of the plaintiff's witnesses was a plain old farmer, whose testimony went clearly and directly to prove the charge. The defendant's counsel, a blustering man of brass, thought to weaken the force of his evidence by proving idiocy to be a trait of his family. He therefore interrogated him thus: "Mr. Hodge, you have a son who is an idiot, have you not?" "Yes, sir." "Does he know anything?" "Very little." "How much does he know?" "Well, almost nothing!" Not much more than you do." The witness was allowed to retire without further question, amid the most uproarious shouts of laughter. A young gentleman, a member of a certain college, was expelled for the crime of drawing young ladies up to his room at night, and letting them down in the morning by means of a rope and basket arranged from his window. Of course, a great deal of gossiping, conversation, and scandal was a consequence. The following colloquy occurred between two young ladies: "Jane, do you really believe the students draw girls up to their rooms?" "Certainly, my dear; and, more--I know they do." "How?" "Well, I was going by the college one morning; it was just before light, and I heard a noise in the direction of the college buildings. I looked that way, and as plain as I see you now, I saw a girl in a basket about half-away from a three-story window to the ground, and just then the rope broke, and down I came!" "Oh, Jane!" MISCELLANEOUS. Akron, Ohio, has a baby harvest. Liverpool is to have a penny railroad. A young man in Black Brook, N. Y., has thrown up a lizard. A sixteen year old Georgian shot his father for abusing his mother. An Edinburgh factory turns out 8,000 doses of chloroform every day. Four wine cellars in San Francisco contained 675,000 gallons of California wine. Glasgow complains that her population is worse than that of any other city. Erie, Penn., evidently has a sewer thing of it. There are five miles of the article there. In Virginia, a will "written wholly by the testator" requires no subscribing witnesses. Cigar stumps collected from hotel floors are manufactured into fancy brands of smoking tobacco. There is not a lawyer or doctor at present dwelling in Josephine county, Oregon. Blissful exemption. "Assassinator" is the last birth of the Richardson affair. It will probably reach "assassinatoristess." A jealous wife in New Orleans poured boiling water over her unfaithful husband, as he lay asleep in bed. Belle Boyd, the southern spy, has kept on fooling until she has finally got herself into a lunatic asylum in California. One-fourth of the graduates of Oberlin college never marry. There seems to be something in the atmosphere of that loyal institution that makes a man sick of "wanities and wexations." The directors of a company recently organized to get up a new weekly Presbyterian paper in Chicago, say it will appear on the first day of February next. They are trying to get up a "wickedest man" sensation in Chicago, but there is too much competition as to shall be the man. Black Crook Wheatley, with his $750,000, made out of female legs, is trying to crawl through the eye of the needle. He has lately joined the church. A Mississippi paper says they have taied [sic] negro jurymen, and by the watch every nigger went to sleep in exactly four minutes after getting into the box. The Florida papers are urging Florida planters to shut down on cotton and raise sugar. They say that prosperity world naturally be en suite with such prudent measures. James Davis, of Aurora, Ill., tried some medicine which a traveling doctor recommended to cure his rheumatism. He only had to take three doses before the disease was annihilated. The last will and testament of Mr. Davis was read the next day. THE South Carolina Legislature adjourned the other day to see John Robinson's circus. A motion to that effect was made by Mr. DeLarge, the colored leader of the house, in these words: "Mr. Speaker, de circus hab arrove, and darfore I moves dat we adjourn," which was done accordingly, likewise, nevertheless, notwithstanding. "My boy," said a distinguished merchant to his son, who was contemplating matrimony, "be sure, in making your selection, to get hold of a piece of goods that will wash." [end of column 4] PERGRIN & CO., DRUGGISTS AND PHARMACEUTISTS! Bentonsport, Iowa. PHYSICIANS' PRESCRIPTIONS Carefully Compounded. Bentonsport, Jan., 1870. - - - - CHANCE FOR BARGAINS! C. C. SMITH, DEALER IN Stoves and Tinware! Bonaparte, Iowa. Keeps constantly on hand a well-selected stock of the celebrated Keokuk. Heating and Cooking STOVES, and also a large assortment of Stove Trimmings, Tinware, Etc. Every description of Jobbing and Repairing promptly and cheaply executed. Public patronage respectfully solicited. - - - - FURNITURE STORE! MORRIS DEMPLE, Manufactuer of and retail dealer in ALL KINDS OF FURNITURE, Washington Street, BONAPARTE, IOWA TURNING DONE TO ORDER! Undertaking promptly attended to. Prices satisfactory. Those in want of anything in his lines should not fail to give him a call. - - - - T. I. BRADFORD'S FEED SALE, Livery and Exchange Stable, Second, St., between Washington and Main, BONAPARTE, IOWA. Good horses and turnouts ready at all times of the day. Also regular express and _________ delivered. Terms moderate. [end of column 5]
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A CUP OF WINE TO THE OLD YEAR. We extract the following excellent lines from the scrapbook of our townsmen, Sidney Parker, Esq. Mr. Parker informs us that they were originally published about 12 years ago in a Cincinnati magazine. As they have appeared in print but once since, we take pleasure in reproducing them.-- [EDS. DEMOCRAT.] Come hitter, love, come hither, And sit you down by me, And hither run, my little one. And climb upon my knee; But bring the flagon first, my love, And filll to friends and foes, And let the old year dash his beard With wine before he goes. Oh! then do you remember, That night we let him in; The creaking signs, the windy blinds, The Universal din, -- The melancholy sounds which bade The poor old year adieu, The sudden clamor, and the bells That ushered in the new? He brought to us a world of hope Beneath his robe with snows; Then let the old year dash his beard With wine before he goes. Oh! then the year was young and fair, And loved all joyful things, And under his bright mantle hid The warning of his wings; And you remember how the Spring Beguiled him to her bower; Howell Summer next exalted him Unto her throne of flowers; And how the reaper Autumn crowned Him 'mid the sheaves and shocks; You still may see the tangled straws In his disordered locks. The yellow wheat, the crimson leaves, With purple grapes were there, Till, Bacchus-like, he wore the proof Of plenty 'mid his hair; A proof that woos in harvest homes, Brown labor to repose-- Then let the old year dash he is beard With wine before he goes. But soon the Winter came and took His glory quite a way; A frosty rhyme o'er spread his shin, And all his hair went gray; His crown has fallen to his feet, And withers is where he stands; While some invisible horror shakes The old man by the hands; Oh! woo him from his cloud of grief And from his dream of woes, And bid the old year dash his beard With wine before he goes. For he hath brought us some new friends, And made the old more deer; And shows how love may constant proof, And friendship be sincere; Though it may be some venomed tooth Hath wrought against the file; And though perchance a Janus' face Hath cursed us with its smile, Come, filled the goblet till its rim With Lethe the overflows, The year shall drown their memory With wine before he goes. But hark! a music nears and nears, As if the singing stars Were driving closer to the earth In their triumphant ears; And hark! the sudden pealing crash Of one who will not wait, But flings into the ringing dark Old Winters crystal gate; A sigh is on the midnight air-- A ghost is on the lawn, The broken goblet strews the floor-- The poor old year is gone. A REVERY. BY "DOT." As I was admiring the handsomely arranged shop windows in a principal thoroughfare of one of our large cities, I came to one as grand, as pretentious as those around it, but the contemplation of which awakened far different emotions; for it was filled with coffins of every size and description. How many bitter recollections that site recalled! how they carried gloom over every threshold they cross and bear away the loved ones from our midst! There was one which struck a particularly sad chord in my memory. It was a tiny casket, lined with white satin; the little pillow, the winding sheet,--all, all was there, waiting to cradle "Somebody's Darling." What breast now pillowed that little head--what mother embraced the precious form, or sang her lullaby to ears that soon must be deaf to song and cry alike! As she pressed it to her bosom and imprinted a mother's kiss on its ruby lips, did no thought that another bed would soon be laid for it, and she loosened her embrace or that of Death! Ah, the hearts that will beat over that little casket--the tears that will soil they purity of that tiny pillow--as they give the last long kiss! Aye, fashion it beautifully, finish it with care; let the richest of satin and softest of down lend their aid to make it fair; but it must carry such deep, dark gloom into that home as only Death and his attendants can. I could but compare that costly coffin with one of which enclosed are household pet. We laid her dear, sweet face beneath a lid which could boast of no pretensions, but no less dear to us after it had enclosed our little treasure. It was during the late cruel war, that we left the city with all its din and discord to find quiet and repose in the country. Little Addie was one of those angelic little creatures sent to draw our thoughts from earth to heaven,--so fair, so fragile that for 15 months had called her hours ere we [End of column 1] knew that we must return her to her native sphere; but even that certainty only caused our hearts to entwine the more closely about her, and when the summons came it cast a gloom over our hearts and home which time can never remove. Then first we learned how we love her--how her little life had blessed us. We could get no costly satin lined coffin for her cherished remains; it was of plain wood, lined with white muslin, made at home by loving hands, for even the servants idolized her; but never did the handsome casket containing a more handsome form; never were dropped more bitter tears than fell on her little pillow; never brighter curls hid away under glass cover than under that neat and unpretending lid. We scattered bright, living flowers thick beneath her and the unfeeling board. We took our sad farewell feeling that her pure, freed spirit yet lived, aye even now lives to watch over those who loved her when here and mourned her when gone. God has given us hearts capable of the highest love and admiration, but still feeling most deeply the trials with which he strews our pathway. We can brace ourselves for almost every affliction of life until Death snatches are loved and loving, and we droop at his approach, feeling that it were easier to meet him for ourselves than to say "Thy will be done," when it comes to our living treasures. Pray God for submission in that awful hour; for "Alas for love, if thou wert all, And naught beyond, O Earth." A ROYAL MURDERER. A Prominent Liberal Assassinated by Prince Bonaparte. A cable dispatch of the 13th inst., announces the startling intelligence of the cold-blooded and deliberate murder of Victor Noir by a vain, conceited, brainless appendage of the royal family. The enormity of the crime as well as the manner of its perpetration, brands the relative of the French throne as a cruel, treacherous, brutal ruffian. The innocent blood of Noir cries out for justice. The following is a brief account of the assassination and burial of the French patriot, and the consequent excitement and disorder at the French capital: Upon presenting the letter of M. Pascal Gourset, the prince asked, "Are you the representative of these wretches?" Victor Noir replied, "We are the representatives of our friends." Whereupon the prince stopped Noir with his left hand, and at the same time he drew a revolver from his pocket, already cocked, and fired, killing Noir. He then fired upon the Deforville, who then drew a small pistol, upon which the prince took refuge behind an open door, from whence he again took aim at Deforville, who rushed out, crying murder--the prince firing at him as he ran. In the street he found Noir, who had the strength enough to descended the stairs, and there he died. The funeral of Noir took place today. The government expecting a demonstration made extensive preparations to preserve order. Early in the morning an immense crowd gathered about the house where the remains were lying. Many carriages, filled with mourners, joined the procession. A deputation of workmen visited the remains, and the streets were filled with vast throngs till fully a hundred thousand people assembled in the vicinity of the house where the remains were. Rochefort's appearance called forth great demonstrations of enthusiasm. The remains were taken to Nevilly for interment, followed by a long procession. The people in the streets sang "Marsellaise," and shouted "Vive republic." Finally a regiment of troops ordered the crowd to disperse. Rochefort, claiming his right as a deputy, passed on to the chamber, where he arrived pale and much excited. The Champs Elyssus were then cleared by the troops. Two battalions were stationed near the hall of the legislative body, and five regiments were massed on the boulevards close at hand. The crowds finally dispersed without offering resistance, but some arrests were made by the police. [End of column 2] NEWS ITEMS. The population of Iowa, according to the last census, is 1,042,807. HATTON, of the Mount Pleasant Journal, has the first symptoms of becoming a democrat. He is in favor of a strict economy in the state expenditures, and instructs the members from Henry county to that effect. A BILL is before the Massachusetts legislature for the repeal of the prohibitory liquor law. The Puritans themselves are ashamed of the proscriptive enactment. A contested fund of one and a half millions of dollars, he arrived from the money taken from deserters, which has heretofore been set aside for the benefit of the soldiers and sailors national asylum, is now lying in the treasury department subject to the orders of the respective owners as soon as they establish their claims. The Davis county board of supervisors have passed a resolution in favor of selling the public square in the town of Bloomfield, their proceeds to be applied towards securing the Cameron railroad to that point. " 'The first intimation we have had that Senator Yates of Illinois is in the city,' says the Montgomery Advertiser, 'is to learn that a gentleman stranger, wrapped in a cloak, but without pants, or coat, walked up Commerce and Market streets, yesterday morning, with much dignity."--Constitution. The state agricultural society met at Des Moines's on Wednesday and decided to hold their next exhibition at Keokuk. The New Hampshire State temperance convention met at Concord on Thursday. Its proceedings were characterized by wrangling and discord, which finally culminated in the withdrawal of a number of delegates. L. H. Barlow and H. O. Pierce were finally put in nomination for the office of governor and railroad commissioner respectively. The St. Louis Republican has ascertained from a source which it considers perfectly reliable, that a decision in the Missouri test oath case will be decided before the first of February. Lands for the Negroes. From the St. Louis Republican. Can nothing be done to cure Charles Sumner of the bite of the African tarantula? Must he continue throughout the term of his official life to execute a perpetual Ethiopian clog dance in the senate, and force the legislation of the country to pause in the midst of legitimate and pressing business, and join him in the general "walk-round?" Matters of the greatest importance are urging themselves upon the consideration of congress; the appeals of the impoverished and tax-ridden people burden every breeze that sweeps over Washington; our merchant fleets are rotting at their docks for lack of employment; the business man, the farmer, the mechanic, and the laborer are looking anxiously for the relief they so much need, and yet, in this crisis of affairs, the Senator from Massachusetts thinks he is doing God and the country service by writing the inevitable and insatiable woolly horse into the ring, and claiming for that costly and useless animal a fresh installment of public attention and public money. Recently as the proceedings inform us, Mr. Sumner presented a memorial of the negroes of the United States in convention assembled, asking the intervention of congress in behalf of their brethren in the southern states. This memorial sets forth the necessities of the colored people in that section, and asked a division and distribution an___them of the lands of the United States, and the appointment of a commissioner with power to purchase lands for that purpose in any southern state where the government owns none. This cool? proposition was referred to a committee, and will be brought up again, we presume, at an early day, when Sumner will relieve himself of a ponderous harangue, stuffed full of classical quotations and cheap philanthropy, and then urge the passage of a bill which shall embody the wishes of his colored fellow-citizens. There are said to be to-day 20,000 men in the single city of Chicago who cannot find work, and are actually suffering because the stagnation of trade prevents them from earning an honest living. In other places the same destitution prevails to a less extent, and it is not too much to say that the laboring classes in the north are seeing harder times and undergoing more privations in pocket and stomach than at any previous period of the past twelve years. Suppose those men should assemble and they national convention, and memorialize congress to give them the public lands in the western states, and then in the eastern and middle states, where the soil is in the possession of private individuals, the government should go into market and purchase it for them. Suppose the memorial should be presented to the senate by a democratic member, what would Mr. Sumner say to the document? Doubtless treated with supreme contempt or move its rejection altogether. Yet the sole difference between the measure which he introduces and sanctions, and the one we have suggested by way of illustration, is that in the former case negroes are the petitioners, and in the latter white men. Are we ever to reach that point in the radical millennium when white men will have some rights which negroes and Sumner are bound to respect. HINT TO NEWSPAPER BORROWERS. --The Charleston Courier relates a story, which we commend to the candid consideration of our subscribers: Our contemporary says that one of its subscribers was pestered with that most inexcusable of all great bores--a newspaper borrower. This "affliction sore," the subscriber endured for many months with superhuman fortitude. At length he resorted to the following desperate expedient. He ordered a copy of the Courier to be sent to the borrowing bore. The bore at first wondered to find the paper addressed to himself, then he went to the office and learn how the matter stood. Immediately his eyes were opened, he paid for the Courier, became in fact a regular subscriber, and has never sensed borrowed a paper. The New York correspondent of the Buffalo Courier states that Whitelaw Reid, managing editor of the New York Tribune, is engaged to marry Miss Anna Dickinson. We suppose that story has been started simply because some fellow thinks that because Whitelaw can manage such a big thing as the Tribune, he could manage Anna. But there's a difference there.--State Register. James Gordon Bennett is writing his autobiography, telling about the career of the Herald, Bennett's notions of the public men of the last 35 years, and explaining some of the peculiarities of his editorial conduct, showing, it is said, that he sought to do good socially and politically, by adopting a tone of skepticism and mockery. Jeff Davis met an Irish widow of a Confederate soldier in the cars the other day, and told her story with such unction to his fellow passengers, that when he passed around his hat, he took up a collection of several hundred dollars for her. - - - - TWO FIRST-CLASS TABLES at C. H. COOLIDGE'S New Billiard Hall! Cor. Washington and Second Sts., Bonaparte, Iowa. Fresh Oysters, Choice Cigars, Wines, Etc. Always on hand. Give him a call! - - - - THOS. H. HOPKINS, dealer in and manufacturer of BOOTS and SHOES, LEATHER AND Shoe Findings, Walter Street, Bonaparte, Iowa. In addition to my own manufacture, I keep constantly on hand an EXTENSIVE ASSORTMENT of Boots and Shoes, embracing all descriptions of Fine and Coarse Work for men, women, boys, and children, will be sold VERY LOW FOR CASH - - - - [End of column 4] - - - - George Troutman. Edgar Pickett. TROUTMAN & PICKETT, dealers in STAPLE AND FANCY DRY GOODS! NOTIONS, Hats, Caps, Hardware, Queensware Staple Groceries, Oils, White Lead, Varnish and Dye Stuffs, Bonaparte, Iowa. As we buy our goods at lowest cash prices, we can offer inducements to buyers, and invite them to call and examine our stock before purchasing. - - - - GREAT MEN WILL DIFFER but all unite in the expression that The Place to Buy DRY GOODS! Groceries, and GENERAL MERCHANDISE cheap for cash, as well as to sell everything in the Country Produce Line, at the highest market price, is at the store of H. Coolidge & Son, Bonaparte. Also, dealers in Drugs. - - - - HARDWARE! Wolf & Dodds, Dealers in Hardware and Cutlery, BONAPARTE, IOWA. Keep constantly on hand a large stock of Agricultural Implements, and a full assortment of Blacksmiths' and Wagon-Makers' Materials, Table and Pocket Cutlery, Nails--in short, everything usually kept in a first-class hardware store or demanded by the trade. In connection with the above they have also a well-selected stock of Family Groceries, including a NEW AND FRESH SUPPLY of all Leading Articles for HOUSEKEEPERS' USE! Country produce taken in exchange. [End of column 5]
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