The Minnesotian. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn. Territory) 1851-1852, 1852-02-28

IL SOuHuS well lOI VIC OciuOCIdt, WIlUSC
editor was bargained for, sold and deliv-
cred over to the leader of faction, two
months before his paper was started
we say it sounds well for that sheet to
talk Of the "censors'' of the Wing press
of Minnesota. Its charge is only equally
as ridiculous as hundreds of others it
makes. Touching the matter Immediate
ly alluded to by the Democrat, had we
been as fond of thrusting our nose into
private personal matters as that editor, we
might have noticed it at the outset. But
we regarded the disagreement between
Messrs. Babcock and Goodhue as one
with which third persons-and particu-
larly other editors-had very little to do.
Mr.. Babcock thinks it his duty to oppose
Mr.. Goodhue's ferry bill, and all other
ferry bills, whereupon Mr.. Goodhue
jumps on to him in the Pioneer. The en-
tire thing is viewed in its proper light by
the public; and in our opinion nothing
more can be made out of it than of any
other quarrel between two individuals,
about matters of personal concern only.
Who is the editor of the Madrid s.Na-
cion," we wonder? 1t can't be the old
chap we once knew in Cincinnati, who,
when the ''great expounder Of the consti-
tution' visited that city, in 1887, called to
thank him for the blessings he had bestow-
ed upon the rising generation, by giving to
the world Webster's far-famed spelling
book. This editor of Old Spain, referring
to the settlement of the late controversy
i'll regard to Cuba, speaks of Mr.. Web
ster as the venerable author of the most
complete chronological Dictionary in the
English language known in England and
America; the coolest Presbyterian ever
baptised according to the rites of Calvin
in the State of Massachusetts; the most
verbose and courteous of the Puritans
who people the manufactures of the beau
tiful city of Boston, in the States of New
England; and man, who, in the present
office of Secretary of State of the Anglo
American Republic, has answered the
just claims Of our government" Then
again, to come nearer home, we find this
in the police reports of late number of
the St. Louis Intelligencer: yesterday in
the criminal court, Daniel Webster plead
guilty to the larceny Of a quantity of car
penter's tools, and was sentenced to the
county Jail for six MONTHS What's in
a name?' as Juliet Capu,et once pertinent
ly enquired.
A correspondent, one of the young gents
of town, thinks if the Minnesota girls
are going to be so r,ry particular, as in
dictated by the ''Air Castle" in the last
Minnesotian, he will conclude not to
marry this year, or else Ego East" In
these piping times Of temperance he has
no objections to adopting the total abst-
nence requisite as to strong drinks, but
as to giving up his accustomed Havana
after dinner, he can't think of it. He
relates the following anecdote, which he
thinks embodies a wholesome, and he
trusts salutary hint to the fastidious au-
thoress of the lines in question, whoever
she may be:
"About thirty five years ago, there re-
sided in certain town in Washington
county, New York, Dr.. T., who became
very much enamored of a beautiful young
lady, who resided in the same town. In
due course Of time they were engaged to
be married. The doctor was strong
and decided Presbyterian, and his lady
love was as strong and decided a Baptist.
They were sitting together one evening.
talking of their approaching nuptials,
when the doctor remarked: i am think
ing, my dear, Of two events which | shall
number among the happiest of my life
And pray, what may they be, doctor q
remarked the lady. 'One is the hour
when | shall call you wife, for the first
time 'And the other, if you please y
: 1t is when we shall present our first
born for BAPTISM What, sprinklcd p
yes, my dear, sprinkled.' Never shall
child of mine be sprinkled!' Every
child of mine shall be sprinkled.' They
shall be, ha!' yes, my love- well,
sir, | can tell you, then, that your babies
won't be my babies. So good night, sir
The lady left the room, and the doctor
left the house. The sequel to this true
story was, that the doctor never married.
and the lady is an old maid.'
At length we are to have a bridge
across Moffet's ravine on Jackson street.
Workmen are now engaged getting out
the "stringers," and Marshal Cashier
Savs hn is in aorpocf III. t;r,.