Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1862-11-01

Thus much for the first chapter-the OLD
fact. Look now at the second-the new one.
If years have gone by, remember that tlme
often makes both ends meet. The saying is
not new, that what has been done can be done;
and who does not know that one oollqulty
makes way for another!
After wears of seeming repentance, occur
ring after the old wing party had gone to the
shades. Mr. Child smiled himself into the
graces of the republican party, which rose
into mower on 1he cardinal principle of rescu-
ing the country from the monstrous encroach-
ments, exactions, and perfdy of the slave
mower, openly helped or secretly connived at
by leaders of the two great parties, SO
long at war with each other on minor
matters, in the free states. Mr.. Child
was again trusted, if not by all, at
least by far too many. Perhaps in this
instance, Mr.. Senator Sumner himself was
not so wary and practical a statesman as he
should have been; but honesty, it is said, is
not suspicious, and prefers being cheated
twice to being unchartabe once. But be
that as it may, other things are certain, and
claim our chief attention.
In process of time Mr.. Child, having be-
come weary of his place at Lowell, or his
place weary of him, takes refuge in the me-
trOpolis, the mart of all manner of trading,
''truck and dicker' not excepted. A new of
fee springs up there-the office of collector of
taxes under the new law. 1t is one of trust
and emolument, and Mr. Child thinks himself
the very publican to fill it to the brim. He
makes love to it, and for it makes love to Mr..
Sumner He writes letters to the senator
letters surcharged with high commentator of
his craftsmanship, and of his distinguished
services to the manufacturing interest, of
which interest Mr. Child, as eX-agent of the
fattcst mills at Lowell, must be presumed to
know not a little. He lovingly solicits Mr.
Summers aid to secure for him the response
bic and lucrative office, that he may farm the
revenues of the republic, emit an influence
into every town in the commonwealth, and
button up in his own spacious pockets a rlen-
tiful supply of the needful. To the anxious
solicitations of Mr.. Child, ingratiated as they
were by fattering love letters and laudations
of craftsmanship, Mr. Sumner, for he could
not unmake the fact, informs Mr.. Child that
he was little too late, for another gentleman
had just stepped into the pool after the angel
Of office had troubled its holy waters. The
effect of this mortal shock to the eager hopes
of Mr.. Child, the reader can better imagine
than we picture. Suffice it to say that he is
dismayed, and stands aghast. In vain Mr..
Sumner assures him of his readiness to do
him the coveted favor, should DIR. Stone, who
had so unluckily got the start of Mr.. Child,
fail in his application at the White House.
Such contingency was not likely to happen,
and did not. The long and short of the mat
ter Is, DR.. Stone got the Office, and Iua: Child
got ineroraJly maddened against M. Sum
ne1! Reader, has the coveted wedge of gold
nothing to do with the vast conversion of Mr..
Child, land his sudden rage against Mr., Sumner?
or rather, had it not every thing to do with
it? In view of the second historical fact
alone, but more especially in view of two
such kindred facts, uniting their testimony
with louder emphasis than any words we can
utter, is not the conviction irresistible, that
Mr.. Child, instead of being blatant through
the state with invectives against Mr.. Sumner,
would have been whist as death cotfined
in the grave? Is not this the plainest teach
ing of common sense? Bedlam itself must
be wholly demented before it can escape
conclusion so near and so adjusted to its
premises.
We have done. The duty was clear and we
dared not shun it. Sad as is the office, we
have net asked who would like or dislike it.
But for Mr.. Child's fresh obliquity his earlier
offence might have slept an unwaking obliY-
lou, where human nature, for its own sake,
should rejoice to have it vanish away. But
he and his friends have given it desperate
resurrection, and they must now, perhaps
veXed and mortified, meet both, face to face,
to behold the faithful image OF themselves.
A FREEMAN.