The weekly Placer herald., 1855-06-23

t0efn, Dy rlglGiy eAdCtiug Ine CrlteTlODS Va .no
law--an interval of real preparation for ctl,
zenship-and the present term will be founo
long enough. But whether long enough or
not the question of time. that is, whetnerl IL
shall be five years or ten is simple question
of Internal policy, not of lasting principles,
to be determined by the facts OF experience,
and bv no means justifying the virulent aud
Wholesale denunciations of foreigners it is the
fashion with some to illuminate.
In fact, the entire logic OF the Natlvlsts is
~itiated by its discriminating character
Because large number OF the Irish, and
considerable number of the Germans, have
been reduced by the long years of abuse which
they have suffered at home. to an inferior
manhood, it is argued, that all the rest of the
Germans and the Irish, and all the Swiss.
English, French, Scotch, Swedes and Italians,
must be made to suffer for it: but what grie-
yous error. The poor exiles and refugees.
many of them are no doubt sufficiently debas-
ed-some. even, excessively insolent too,-
but among them are others who are not so.-
among them, are thousands upon thousands
of men, of hardy virtues and clear intelligence.
whose industry contributes vastly to the
wealth, as their integrity does to the good
order, of our society. Laboring like slaves
for us. they have built our cities and railroads;
piercing the western wilds, they have caused
them to blossom into gardens; taking part in
our commerce and manufactures. they have
helped to carry the triumphs OF our arts to
the remotest corners of the globe twas from
their ranks that our Craftsmanship recruited
Gallatin, Hamilton and Morris, that the Law
ACQUIRED Rutledge, Wilson, and Emmett
that the Army won its Gates, its Mercer. and
its Montgomery, Navy its Jones, Blake
lev, and Barry.-the Arts their Sully, and
Cole-Science, its Agassz and GuyOt,- Phi
and ia
ligon. its Witherspoon, its White, its Whit
field. and its Cheverus.
The adopted citizen, no doubt, preserves
a keen remembrance of his native land; but
"lives there on earth soul so sad' as not to
sympathiEe in that feeling? Let us ask you,
oh patriotic Weissenicht, all fresh as you are
from the vociferatons of the lodge, whether
YOU do at heart think the less of man be-
cause he cannot wholly forget the play-place
of his infancy,--the friends and companions
of his boyhood.-the old cabin in which he
was reared the grave in which the bones
of his honored mother repose? Have you
never seen two long separated friends, from
the old world, meet again in the new, and
clasp each other in warm embrace, while
their conversation blossomed up, from vein
of common memory, in
"Sweet household talk, and phrases of the
hearth"
and did you not love them the more. in that
their eyes grew liquid with the dear old
themes? Or is there, in the whole circle OF
your large and respectable private acquain-
tance, a single Scotchman to whom you refuse
your hand because his affections melt under
the "Auld lang syne" of Burns, or because his
sides shake like falling house when "Hal-
loween" or Tam O'Shanter' is read? Can you
blame even the poor Frenchman. if his eyes
light up into kind of deathless glow, when
the "Marsellase." twisted from some VRder-
ing hurdy -gurdy, has yet power to recah the
glorious days in which his fathers and bro
theirs danced for liberty's sake and with gay
audacity. towards the guillotne? We venture
to say for you, No! and we believe, If the
truth were told, that often, on the lonely wes-
tern plains, you have dreamed over again with
the German his sweet dream of the resurrec-
tion and unity of the Fatherland! We have
ourselves seen you at the st. George dinners,
oh Weissnicht, swell with very evident pride,
when some fragrant Englishman recounting
not the battles which his ancestors for ten
centuries had won. on every field of Europe
but the better trophies gained by Shakespeare
Milton. Bacon. or Cromwell told you tnat
little of that same blood coursed in your veins
The blood itself, as it tinged through your
body and suffused your checks confessed the
you who gaze at Bunker Hill with tesx in
your eyes. and fling up your hat of aF1Hrth
of July with jerk that almost dis2pcates the
shoulder. retire to your secret cof1clave. and
chalk it up behind the door, against the for
eigner that he has lingering love for his
native country? Why, he ought to be despised
if he had not, if he could forget his heritages
of old renown,--for it is this traditional ten
derness, these genial memories of the immor-
tai words and deeds and places, that constitute
his patronymic glories, which show that he
has human heart still under his jacket, and
is all the more likely. on account of it, to be-
come worthy American Do not you delude
yourself, however, into the shallow belief that
the aliens, because of these sentimental at
tachments, will be led into the love of their
native governments, which, having plundered
them and their class, for years at last expelled
them to our shores. Ah no-poor devils
they have not been so chucked under the chin,
and fondled and caressed-and talked pretty
to- and fed with sweet-cakes, and humOred in
all sorts of acknowledgements, by the old des-
potisms as to have fallen in love with them,
forever and ever On the contrary. if the re-
ports are true, quite other endearments were
showered upon them-such as cuffs and kicks
with distinct intmation. besides. as Mr..
Richard Swiveler said to Mr.. Quilp, after
pounding him thoroughly. that there were
plenty more in the same shop-a large and
extensive assortment always on hand-and
every order pyecutad with prOmntitude and