The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1853-08-25

Come, come, William you 0""
Yourself any other time. Buff knows we are
talking about him. and he is pressing IN be-
tween us, here, and looking at you, as much Us
TO saw, Little master can't speak for myself,
YOU know Do listen to what papa is gong I"
say for me-" a-o,
"Get away, Buff" was our answer; you
have your great big paw on my toe tha' HIS
splinter in it."
"He has a worse grip of you than that,
William he has you in the wrong. Put up
vour little foot and let me see that dreadful
sore toe. Tut. there is no splinter there"
"But there was one, yesterday See how red
it is"
"Red, William it isn't as red as your face ;
and know it doesn't hurt you as badly rs you
feel somewhere else"
{" want to go to bed, papa"
"No, no, my boy you are too wide awake
Just now for that You have not been 80 wide
awake. all over and all through, for week ;
and want you to reflect, while you lie awake,
to think over this matter That there are some
things, and come ways of doing things, that
are unworthy of anything but puppies and
mean people: no matter what wrongs they UNI
dertake to correct You wouldn't smother
poor little pig in puddle because it happened
to be trespassing on your playground. You
wouldn't kick little baby with your boots on,
for taking your piece of bread and butter that
happened to fall within its reach, any more
than Buff would crush the bones of a little pig
for playing in the yard. Ii is not what
wrong-d oer may seem to deserve when you are
angry, but what is becoming to yourself that
you should do Now, my son, shake hands
with Buff-poor Buf-and then with me, and
90 to your little bed. There, that's right;
now run along"
But, papa -
"Never mind, now go, and don't walk as if
you were carrying weight, nor look as if it
were too heavy for you. Open your window,
for the robins will be singing in the apple-tree
in the morning your dear little toe will be
well as ever, and you will be as happy and
merry as bird again You will be my own
brave boy; and when you get to be big one,
you'll understand Buff
Apropos Of puppies and pigs. The Cotton
Planter and the Carolina Spartan, with we
know not how many of the same kidney, are
out upon the Southern hucksters for buying their
goods from Northern. Abolitionists. They think
the chivalry should worry the jobbers which
they are unable to drive out of the yard. 1t is
notifying to soc how they hiss and hound them
on. The Northern pigs are deep in the South
ern trough, and Buff won't worry them The
pigs have no rights because they are wrong, and
the dogs will not make puppies of themselves
and the splinters under these editors toe-nails
are very red, and terribly painful We advise
them to shake hands with But, get into their
little cribs, sleep off their discomfort, and wa
ken up in the sunlight. They are brave boys,
no doubt, but they are not big enough and
don't know enough yet to understand the mag
nanimity of good-sized dog
In Philadelphia we have recently had an in
stance so mean that our little story serves rath-
err to expose than to illustrate it. The daily |
Register very recently established. has some
mercantile patronage, few Southern adver-
tissrs some mercenary rivals in business and
some opinions and principles that newspaper,
we think, might be allowed to hold, even in a
commercial city but, worst of all it has some
prosperity, and fair prospect of more. Well
the other day the Charleston Neys breaks out |
upon the Southern business men in Philadel-
phia, and tho Northern services there, whose |
traffic is involved in their opinions denouncing
all such support as they arc, for fair business
reasons, affordng to the paper, because it is go
ing 10 be an abolition print 80 soon az it is well
established, for it is free already, and sends
copy of the assault to every advertiser, heavily |
inkmarked, by way of notice to quit. Where
upon, several of them-not many, but more
than three or four-actually took out their ad-
vertisements, on one pretence or other, and arc
now enjoying their escape.
Now, if we were the editor of the Register,
we would put the names of these slaves in the
place where their advertisements stood, with
the explanation, until the world within our
reach knew all about it. We would bluff off
the Charleston News, by letting the editor
know how vilely he has been used for private
purposes by his dastardy partners in this OPP
preston, and by demanding the name of his
correspondent in this city. IL he should refuse,
let him feel how mean it is to be mere tool
where he thought he was the master of a trail
tor. II it were to be the last act of our edito-
rial life, we would fasten the collars on the
puppies with their masters name engraved as
large as liie And we would do worse still
we would send copy of our exposition to every
gentleman in the South that their scorn might
dry the very marrow in the bones of the slaves
they have at large in Quakerdom.
It's enough TO make any white mans blood
boil with indignation to see mercenary sneak
using Southern tools to do his dirty work upon
freeman whom he cannot otherwise over
throw in the strife Of trade Catching fugi-
tive slave is nothing to this endeavor to run
down and cnslave o freeman within his own
froe territory. Stick out the names, Mr.. Regis
ter let us know the meanest men alive, and
let them see their pictures in print The i'm
posture Of walking up and down the streets Of
your city as il they had souls in them, or could
afford to have them, ought to be exposed IL
is enough that they are slaves, they ought not
also pretend to be men and, at the same time,
mark the rascals concerned in this business
with their proper names just as apothecaries
write "poison upon the malignant drugs with
which life is in danger Of being secretly de-
stroyed The exposure Of the persons concern
cd is due to the decent manliness on both sides
of Mason and Dixon. Telling such stories with
out names has an unfair tendency to involve
/ the alavehnllars of tho Sonfh and the marohanfa