The hydraulic press., 1861-08-17
Che 8ydraalie gress.
The following, from an old poem of Whittier's,
is peculiarly pertinent to the present occasion
Whose shrinks or falters now,
Whose to the yoke would bow.
Brand the craven on his brow!
Freedoms soil has only place
For free and fearless race;
None for traitors false and base.
Perish party! perish clan!
Strike together, while you can,
Like the arm of one strong man!
With one heart and with one mouth,
Let the North unto the South
Speak the word befitting both.
A Moorish h Legend.

A Spanish Moor, being on the eve of setting
out on pilgrimage to Mecca, entrusted all
his money to a man who had hitherto borne
a reputation for unblemished probity. His
fortune consisted of two thousand besants.
On his return he was not little surprised
when the reputed bonest man denied all
knowledge of himself or his money. The
Pilgrim entered complaint against him,
entreated the Judge to help him to obtain
his property, and took his oath on the truth
of his statement, but in vain The old
mans good name outweighed all he could
say; and the plaintiff was n0nsuited, and
went away in despair.
Presently he met an old woman, who was
toddling along with the help of staff.
Touched by the strangers grief, she stopped
him, in Allah's name, bid him take heart,
and having listened to his unvarnished tale,
said: "Be of good cheer, young man.
Maybe, with Allah's aid, shall get back
your gold. Do you buy a chest and fill it
with sand or mold only let it be bound
with iron and well locked. Then choose
four discreet men and come to me. We sue
ceed, never fear"
The Spanish Moor followed her advice
punctually. He came with four friends,
bringing chest which the strongest porters
could not drag along.
On reaching the door of the supposed hon.
est man, she went in with the Spaniard's
four friends, bidding the latter wait below,
and not make his appearance until the
chest had been carried up stairs. She
now stood in the presence of the hypocrite,
when she introduced her four companions,
saying: "Behold here are some honest
Spaniards about to make pilgrimage to
Egypt. Their treasures are boundless.
They possess among other things, ten chests
full of gold and silver that they know not
where to stow away just at present. They
would entrust them to safe hands for time;
so I, we'll knowing your honesty and unsul-
lied reputation, have brought them hither.
Pray fulfill their wishes"
Meanwhile she had the heavy chest brought
in, which the pretended honest man gloated
over with greedy looks. But just then the
despoiled pilgrim rushed in impetuously,
claiming back his two thousand besants.
The faithless depository was frightened; and
lest the young man should reproach him
with his treachery in presence of the strangers,
who would then take away their chest with
its untold treasures, which he had already
determined to appropriate to himself. he cried
out to the Moor:
sBe welcome! Twas almost fearing that
you would never come back, and was puzzled
what to do with the two thousand besants.-
Allah be praised WHO has brought you
back safe. Here is what belongs to you.'
The Spanish Moor went away with his
treasure as triumphantly as though he were
carrying off SO much booty. The old woman
begged the master of the house to put this
first chest in a safe place while she went and
ordered the rest to be sent. She then sheered
off with her four companions, and of course
never returned.