The daily Minnesota pioneer. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1854-1855, 1855-08-27
Carrying Politics 10 an Extreme.

ia correspondent of the ST. Louis Democrat
Tells the following incident as anilllstration Of
party spirit on the Slavery question in Kan
sas: ......- .-
Il think L cannot give you better idea OF
the excited state of parties up the river than
by relating n tea-table incident. was sitting
at supper at the American House in Kansas
City, talking with Missouri politicians
first-ratc fellow the absorbing question of
the day. He was defending what | thought
the absurd practice of going to hotels whose
landlord agreed with you on political subjects,
even il a member of the opposite party kept a
better house and charged less for his accommo-
dations We'll, do believe in it, he said;
touch Yankees purse, you touch his con-
science; its the only way we can stop their
d
He suddenly paused, and / saw that his eyes
were riyeted on the pretty young English wal
ter. After about two minutes silence he re-
qumed WELL said he, with the slightest bit
ola sigh, that's Id pretty girl-wheth-
er shes pro-slavery or not
He said so quite unconsciously, and laughed
at it as much as | did when l related it after
wards. You may imagine that politics run
very high when they rush into mans mind
in looking at a pretty girl. am glad he said
so, though, for we men like to see the ladies
from every point of view; and his answer con-
stitutes what call a south side view of the
great muslin question.
The way the southern young men Of our ac
quaintance convert abolition girls, is to marry
them. The fair patriots soon forget the Dec |
laratOn of Independence, and don't care three
straws for what old Jefferson said, provided
they can get good nurse for the baby.
A Stricken FOld.
A day on two ago we SOW a woman passing
along the street with little cofin-a plain,
homely cofin-under her arm. She was poor
ly clad-there was nothing in her appearance
TO attract attentiOn-but seeing the tears
streaming down her cheeks, our sympathies
went out toward her, and in thought we &C
companed her to her home, and saw what was
there to be seen.
1t was a broken, desolate home that we saw.
The only star that had ever shone in its firma-
ment had gone down in the night of Death
and there were clouds and darkness shrouding
with thick mantle the homely altar where
from the household god had fallen. The Day
had waned and the Night had come -what
wonder that Hope, which had sung sweet
songs to the mothers heart, had hushed its
melodies? the bow of Promise that had
spanned her path had faded out?-that the
bloom that was gathering around her lonely
life had withercd and decayed, leaving only
dreariness and desolatOn on all within and
without?
There was great joy in that humble home
when first the babe wandered down into its
hearth. In its coming it sprinkled flowers
along all its path, and around the mothers
heart it twined such gariands as never the an
gels twined under the Tooba-boughs. 1t was
a raw from Heavcn-a jewel dropped from the
Upper Treasury into the mothers lap, and she
cherished and guarded it, tenderly and hope
fully, fancying continually that she saw shin
ing hands stretching out from the Failure, with
crowhings for her only, precious one. But at
last Che babe-the darling visitant- one morn
ing saw the upper gates ajar, and loosing the
mothers clasp, it stole ont towards them, an
gels from within beekoning to it continually.
And now, the little pilgrim has put on its SAN
,lals on the Holy Threshold, and the mother
sits weeping. all alone. within the broken field,
where now there is only a vacant chair, and
little! grave, yawning, widc-mouthed: beside it.
-Ntwork Mercury
TIKI New York correspondent Of the Congregation
alist ,rites:
~ ~ II ,,bo &c n,stor Of an orthodox church,