New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1846-01-01

for the sake OF marrying her TO the Austrian Prince
Again, similarity between him and he. too, is
shameless for while he signs this marriage contract
with one hand he holds the knout in the other 10
drive the Roman Catholic Poles into the Greek
Church. But it is fatal sign for his empire. 7 is
but the first step that costs, and the Russians may
look back to the marriage Of the Grand Duchess
Olga, as the Chinese will to the cannonading of
the English, the first sign OF dissolution In the
present form of national life.
A similar token is given by the violation OF Ell
quette of which Mr.. Polk is accused In his Message.
He, at the head of Government, speaks of Govern
ments and their doings straight forward as he would
of persons and the tower, stronghold of the Idea OF
a former age, now propped up by etiquettes and
civilities only. trembes to its foundation.
Another sign of the times is the general panic
which the decay of the Potato causes, We doubt
this is no, without provdential meaning, and will
call attention still more the wants OF the people at
large New and more provident regulations must
be brought out that they may not again be left with
only potato between them and starvation BY
another of these whimsical condolences between
the histories OF Arisocracy and Democracy the sup
plv of trules is also failing. The land is losing the
nice things that the Queen truly ayoung Queen
thought might be eaten in place OF bread. Does not
this indicate period in which it will be felt that
there must be provision for all-the rich shall not
have their trufes if the poor driven to eat net
ties as the French and Irish have in bygone ages7
The poem of which this is prose translation
lately appeared in Germany 1t is written by Mo-
ritz Hartmann and contains the gtSt OF the mater.
MISTRESS POTATO.
There was great stately house full of people
who have been running in aud out OF It's lofty gates
ever since the gray times of Olympus. There they
went laughed shouted, rnourned. and, like day and
night came the usual changes OF joys With plaques
and sorrows Haunting that great house up and
down, making, baking, and roasting covering and
waiting on the table, has there lived vast number
of wears loyal serving maid OF the olden time
her name was Mrs Potato.
She was still little old mother, who wore
baubes or laces but always had 10 be satisfied with
her plain. every day clothes, and UNDECIDED unhon
ored ofentimes ieered at and forgotten, she served
all day al the kitchen fire and slept at night in the
worst room When she brought the dishes to
liable she got rarely thankful! glance only at times
some very poor would in secret shake kindly
her hand.
Generation after generation passed by az the trees
blossom bear fruit and wither but faithful remained
the old housemaid, always the servant OF the last
heir.
But one morning, hear what happened. All the
people came 10 table and 10! there was nothing TO
eat for eur good old Mistress Potato had not been
able TO rise from her bed. She felt sharp pains
creeping through her poor old bones. No wonder
she was worn out at last She had not IN oil her
life dared take days rest lest so the poor should
starve Indeed it is wonderful that her good will
should have kept her up so long. She must have
had great constitution to begin with.
The guests had TO go away without breakfast They
were little troubled but hoped TO make up for 1t at
dinner time time.
But dinner time came and the table was empty
and them indeed, they began TO inquire about the
welfare of Cookmad Potato.
And up into her dark chamber where she lay on
her poor bed Great and Little, Young and Old,
to ask after the good creature.
What can be done for her? n Bring warm
clothes, medicine, better bed Lay aside your
work 10 help her. If she dies shall never again
be able to fill the table, and now, indeed, they sang
her praises
O what fuss now about the sick bed in that
moist and mouldy chamber! and out doors it was
inst the same-priests with their masses process
sions, and prayers and all the world ready to walk
to penance, if Mistress Potato could but be saved
And the doctors in their wigs, and counselors IN
masks Of gravity sat there to devise some remeoyto
avert this terrible ILL.,
As when Most Illustrious Dame is recovering
from birth of son, bulletins inform the world OF the
health of Mistress Potato and, not content with
the door, nav, the kings coach is stopping there
Yes yes! the humble poor Maid, us about her
thew are all so frightened Who would ever have
believed il in days when the table was nicely COW
cred?
The gentlemen of pens and books, priests, kings,
lords and ministers all have senses to scent out ia
mine Natheless Mistress Potato gets no better
Nav God help her for the sake, not OF such people,
but of the poor.
For such il is proof they should prize that all
must crumbe and fall to ruin, if they will work and
weary 10 death the poor maid who cooks IN Inc
kitchen.
daily for poor and rich you ought to humble your
selves for her sake. All, could we hope that you
would take hint and merit time pay some heed to
the housemad before she was worn and wearied to
DEATH!
So sighs rather than hopes Moritz Hartmann
The wise ministers of England indeed seem much
more composed than he supposes them. They are
like the old man who, when he saw the avalanche
coming down upon his village, said, 1t is coming,
but shall have time to fill my pipe once more
He went in to do SO and was buried beneath the
ruins. But Sir Robert Peel, who is so deliberate,
has. doubtless, mama in store for those who have
lost their customary food.
Another sign of the times is that there are left on
the earth none OF the last dynasty OF geniuses rich
in so many imperial heads The world is full OF tai
ent but it flows downward to water the plain
There are no towering nights, no Mont Blancs now.
We cannot recall one great genius at this day liv-
ing The time of prophets is over, and the era they
prophesed must be at hand in its conduct larger
proportion of the human race shall take part Than
ever before As Prime Ministers have succeeded
Kings in the subs,antials of monarchy so now
shall House OF Representatives succeed Prime
Minister'S
Altogether, it looks if great time was coming,
and that time one of Democracy, Our country will
play ruling part. Her Eagle will lead the van,
bat whether TO soar upward to the sun or to stoop
for helpless prey, who now dares promise Al pre-
sent she has scarce achieveda Roman nobeness
Roman liberty, and whether her Eagle is less like
the Vulture and more like the Phenix than was the
fierce Roman bird, we dare not say. May the New
Year give hopes of the latter, even if the bird need