The Trinity journal., 1857-01-31

THE LOUISVILLE JouRNAL.-The Marysvine Her
aid, speaking of the Louisville Journal, pays the
following neat and merited compliment to Geo.
d. Prentice
The Louisville Journal entered its twenty sev-
enth year on the 2ith of November. Prentice
asks:
Thus nobly grounded in the past and lifting
its hopes from so firm o basis into the distant fu-
ture, who will not drink n flowing bumper to the
Louisville Journal on its twenty seventh birthday
and wish its endless glorious returnN
Verify we will, in our far-ofr home, on the bor-
dcrs, nearest the setting sun, where the surf beat
ing against the rocks admonishes the emgrant
thus far shalt thou go and no farther We can
rejoice that the Louisville Journal has reached
its twenty-seventh year. but there is a shade of
sadness in the thought that the frosts of twenty
seven winters more have fallen on the head whence
sprang so many beautiful and eloquent thoughts,
some like the angry courscrs of the storm, hur
rying over the plain, bearing only dcsolation and
ruin in their tracks others musical and playful as
The dashing, silver flashing,
Surges of San Salvador
Alas that such man as Prentice should die
But when the season of scar and yellow leaf has
come the statcicst monarch of the forest, who
lifts his head highest in the clouds and beckons
to and deles the storm, is the first to have the
green chaplets torn from his brow and scattered
in the gale.
A CAtWoRNrA WuE.-Thc following in relation
to honest Johns better half we clip from the
lvdrcr1y Magasine
We have been told that when John Bigler, late
Governor OF the State of California, was mem
Der of the State Legislature, Mrs b., his wife, alb
solutely washed the clothes of some of the hon
orable gentlemen for 30 much dozen. At the
I - =. Il 81 tanAs
and his per diem was hardly enough for himself
and wife TO live on in those prQdigal times, To
make both ends meet, and to save something
against n rainy day, Madam Bigler put her shoul-
der to the wheel, as above related
Now won t this bc rather startling to the pale
faced, attcnuated damscs of the East, who scream
and faint at the sight of wash-tub or cob-web
Think of it The wife of an Ex-Governor, with
her sleeves and gown tucked up, bending over the
wash-tub while her husband, with his clean dick
cy standing upright, chatting his ears, rose to u
question of privilege
MIR. Speaker Mr.. S-p-e-a-k-c-rl'
And then think of the eX-washerwomhn being
fctcd three years after, rs the wife of the Cover
nor of the State Of California, worth hundred
aud fifty thousand dollars = enough of money to
make the heads of universal snobdom duck and
dive like an atIrighted waterfowl in II thunder
! storm
Good for the Pennsylvania Dutch girl Five
hundred years hence when the historian lifts the
veil from the catacombs of the past, and writes
the history of the unforgotten dead, he may,
perhaps, append this little episode to the history
of one Of CALIFORNIA; Governors, and the little
ragged girls that go down to dip water from the
Rio Sacramento may think better of their mothers
who have to labor because q long time ago Mrs.
John Bgler, the Governors WIFE filled her wash
tub from the same noble river
These are the pioneer women of California;
There are many such, as strong-wiled and as
true. who quail not ut their own footsteps in the
woods, whose hearts swell with hope Mt
The hanging Of the hammer,
And the crcoking of the crane.