The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1858-11-04

man sgood severyotherman :" sud altho
1t Is almost impossible at this late dsv ant
in this distant country, to tell exactl,
what it means, we have reduced it TO 3
practical form by saying, nobody shall buy
lre-cent segars for four cents.
The doctrine and the practice impres:
me very strangely, who have been cluea
ted IN Europe, where l have ali nv life
seen few peoplc-of the blue blood, ]
suppose--smoking shilling regalias fol
nothing. At first I was pleased by ii. but
| think | was pained at last and often
compared one of these few people with
one of the many, to discover the real rea-
son of the difference. Eut the smoking,
machine was quite the same in both eases,
as far as | could make out, except, posi-.
bly,, that there was more smoke about the
few and more fire in the many.
However, grew used to it. say il
20 my shame, | have been as comfortable
in palace as in cabin. But | had no
business in the palace nobody has.
So strongly was | persuaded of it, that
| came home. For at home, said my ear
ly reeoliections, you will find scgars of
the same price to every customer. Those
recollections Were the syrens that sweetly
sang me homeward. | bounded asho: e
into their arms claimed the fulflmcnt
of their promises +; | demanded that they
should show me world which was not
disgraced By its inhabitants.
Then came the question [ have record
ed above, from which it appeared that un-
der his clothes man is always a fowl with
out feathers that is to say, he is always
busy picking up his own corn, and not in
the least degree solicitous whether you
get yours or not; perhaps even thinking
that if your legs fail for want of corn, so
that you cannot step about, there will be
one pair of bills less. And do we not al
ways want fewer bills?
1t is dorll to contemplate the human
hen-yard, because there is always corn
enough, and yet SO few hens get any thing
to eat. Pip md sudden exits prevail oD
every hand and some chanticIecr in row.
al red, smoking, as it were, shillingregalias
for nothing, steps lordly about, and finally
sinks in plethora.
So we formed the Club. It's object is
simply the Millennium, and it means the
of the race. We have no
public meetings, but every member works
where he can AID how lie can. | have
seen them busy at high change, and heard
them in the pulpits Of every sect. They
are frequently to be encountered at lyce-
ums delivering lectures, and sometimes in
editorial rooms writing leaders.
During the recent pear season the Pres
ldent invited several Of the merIbcrs to
his county-seat to eat pears, with the
promise Of trip in his yacht You will
see from what he said, whether he is not
our proper President. His country-seat
is charming place. The air is so sweet
about it, the light 50 soft, the landscape
so tranquil and lovely, that [ always think
Of it as in Arcadia, but believe it is real
iy in Connecticut. As you approach it
through winding lanes, with gHmrses of
i slant ter, as broad and splendid as
the sea, but for convenience called Long
Island Sound, the fields lie Oh either hand
50 profoundly peaceful, the rcposing cat
tie chew the cui with drowsy unconcern,
the barns are so fat, ana tie infrequcnt
so sleepy, that men coming
from the town hail the tranquility as sail
Urs after tumultuous tossing at sea, smell
the sweet breath of unseen Spanish gar
dens; in the air
- 1t was. ween, a lovely spot of ground;
And there season atwteh June and May,
Halt p.a ankt with spring, with summer half
imbrowned,
A listless climate made, where, sooth to say,
No living wight could work, ne cared even for
play
Do you fancy the ample gardens, the
stately terraces, the long bowery alleys
and trimmed avenues, the smooth sweep
of lawns, skirted with perfuned shrub
berry, the splashing fountains, vases. stat
ues? Do you see the gay company fit
ting up and down the marble steps, lean
ing over the foliaged balustrades, smiling,
bowing, whispering? Do you pass on in
to the lofty halls and pictured parlors, the
dim library, the banqucting-room, the long
range of galleries? Do you behold this
rural elysium, this pastoral Paradise
So did l /; but when along that winding
lane. catching glimpses of the distant wa
ter, we walked at sunset, the earth SEEM
ed entirely prepared for the reign of peace
aud goodwill, as the President discoursed
to US in the following strain:
A child who loiters in old libraries, and
stands high ON the steps dogouring old
books written by hands now dust, of places
now changed forever; who sits in the
dusky silence while Time softly steals the
day away hour by hour, aud the loud
ticking clock in the distant hall, which
fills the house with its sound, affects him