Minnesota weekly times. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1854-1859, 1856-08-23
csrrsspsndence Of the Times.
"BoBBlNG AROUND"

S41e' oon'uei""io VI tuat quaity, Tor the pos.
session of which Job was renowned. Ono must
not start with any intention Of being anywhere at
any particular time to be detained by fog, to lie
by on account Of wind, to run on q bar and to
remain for !" a few days." to take in huge guam
titles OF wood and to put out immense piles Of
freight, to be devoured by mosquitoes and bugs,
to be bored by Buccaneers, Fillmorites and Free
monters, ARE some of the vexations incident to
those who 60 down upon the waters on Steam
boat. Reading becomes irksome, smoking befogs
ones intellect and sleeping continually in out of
the question to one not constitutionally lazy. But
these unpleasant features tribes light as air
to your true philosopher he puAs them away in
the blue smoke of his mild havana, while with
undated good humor, he derives enjoyments from
the very troubles of those around him
scout on the bow this vagabond fellow
Sallies after supper with his book,
Then of q coll Of rope he makes pillow,
And lays him down to listen and to lookv
He enjoys the trip exceedingly, reading at the
wood-pile, sleeping through the fog, drinking at
the bar. and smoking tho mosquitoes to perdition.
After dinner he elbows a cloud " blue as his la
dy's eye, and listens with utmost nonchalance to
the political discussion, manifesting languishing
intolerance as to which of the three great candi-
dates shall for the ensuing four years control the
destinies of this 'sgreat and glorious country"
With an eye open to the varying scenery, an ear
attuned to everything rich or racy, and heart
filled with the milk Of human kindness, he looks
upon all the world "and the rest of mankind''
through the hazy atmosphere of a pleasant cigar,
and doc horo IL
comscia recti."-But leaving him to his
cigar and his delusion, must tell you some of
the incidentals of C. bobbing around'' and along
the iver,-"as how" at Quincy we took a smoke
and a walk and found that shady town, as usual,
Gall on square," how while staging around the
rapids, contumacous rustic ran into our heavily
loaded vehicle, smashing hind wheel, damaging
sundry bonnets and bending sundry hoops of the
fair denizens of the back seats; how, passing
Burlington, Muscatine, Rock Island, and Daven-
port, and other thriving towns in certain of which
we found many an eastern friend &c trying on -
the western life, We finally discovered Dubuque
looming up in the distance. Fair Dubuque
famous for delicious quails and big pigs-of lead.
After coming to stand still at Dunleith, ssNat''
out and stake Dubuque for'' our edifcation. We
paid our dime, not to ssclimb" but to cross, and
shortly found ourselves on 'tother side and over
our boot tops in a sand heap. Lovely Dubuque |!
We lit our cigars and tried to navigate-after
considerable blowing, came to long street orna-
mented with brick houses, green apples and small
melons, and all of them pretty high at that. And
dN hos IN Lotto bov CSN okS IN
turning Street corner pitched into quite large
quantity of hoops and whalebone supposed to en-
compass something femenine; how, astonished
at the 'sstriking" impression he was creating, he
awkwardly apologized while 'shoops' nodded and
marvelled; how, after imbibing glass of soda
water, he recuperated, and after another dig at
the sand pile we recrossed to ssSuckerdom," un-
able satisfactorily to determine whether we had
s'taken Dubuque" or Dubuque had sstaken us.'
Had we not crossed over to that renowned city
thinking to see something pretty? Had we not
thought that
"Perhaps in some sunny street,
1t might be our chance to meet
Chances extremely Sweet
Tender mutton."
And did we? Beautiful Dubuque! But upon re.
q
Steam Engine, and as usual, it required nice
judge of human nature to distinguish which was
the "engine. Forty horse power was evident in
every action and expression,-a determination to
"rotate or burst !" predominant in every motion.
Towards the small hours +" big moon guided
us to our state room, where diminutive but ven
omous insects guarded our slumbers, and we
slept. A.
TREASON The Pioneer has heretofore exhib-
tied wonderful vituperative qualifications in its
denunciation of the speeches of Giddings, Gar.
rison and Beecher-- -denouncing them as disun-
ionists and traitors of the viIest stamp. Wonder
if the Pioneer has yet met with the disunion
toasts recently given on the occasion of a Cele-
bration in South Carolina? If not, the follow
ing will answer as samples 80
The Union--May it speedily be dissolved, and
the Hon. P. s. Brooks the first President of the
Southern Republic.
May South Carolina always beprepared to make
a simultaneous blow with Brooks.
These are very good specimens of the genuine
sentiment of that Commonwealth sentiments,
the substance of which, have been entertained
and openly avowed by the Democracy of that
State for long years, and yet we fail to recolect
an instance wherein Democratic Journalists have
declared their disloyalty to the Constitution or
laws of the land. For a freeman of the North
to utter sentiments that would ALLEVIATE him from
Southern oppression and degradation is, in the
estimation of Slavery propagandists, treason
against God and man but when fends, in hu-
man shape, from the fre-eating State of South
Carolina pray for dissolution of the Union and
Southern Republic, it is an entirely different
thing, and their right to these sentiments are not
to be denied for the world. We pity the man
whose only sympathies are on the side of Sla-
very against Freedom, and when that man is a
Northern man, surrounded by free institutions
and free men, We not only pity but despise.
South Carolina is as anxious this day to ter
inmate her connection with the North as she was
twenty-five years ago, when the iron-hearted
jackson threatened to swing some of her most
prominent citizens BY the neck,-yet South Caro-
lima goes for Buchanan to man, and simply be-
cause she sees in him and the Democratic party
the only instruments through which they can eff
feet a long cherished scheme of dissolution and
internal strife.
THs OLD GRIsr Multi anybody ever saw
an old grist mill, he can see it again in the fol-
lowing fragment from Teunyson
love the Drumming waves that swan
Through quiet meadows round the min,
The sleepy pool the dam,
The pool beneath Is nearer stiri.
The meal sacks the whitened noor
Tue dark round Of the dripping wheel,