North Iowa times. [volume] (McGregor, Iowa) 1867-current, 1870-05-11

NY neeoles Will get your eyes.
II dreamed you were there, like at my door,
And that love, Kitty, LOVE, made us ich!"
Il told you to sit farther off, once before -
She answered. Tim dropping stitch ~
She knitted the last, and had b roken the thread.
When cried Am only friend?
Or may be lovert'' She quietly said:
"Pray wait till I've fast ened the end.'
"Will you marry me." II ere the worst came to the
werst
There was nothing TO do but to say,
For feared at the last what l might have know
frst
It was all her soft way to say NO,
His Reception.
The Hon. John P. Irish, who, whatever
may be said Of his politics, made faith.
full and efficient Representative of john
son county in the last General Assembly,
gives in his paper the following humorous
accoqnkof his reception by his constitu'
ents on his recent return to Iowa Civ
from Des Monies:
Home again and among the cobwebs and
behind the dazed and dingy windows of
the sanctum! Anxious creditors approach
with their pleasant solicitations with a
serene belief that we brought the State
Treasury down with us, instead of the un-
paid board bill that awaits liquidation.
Pleasant constituents drop in to d-n us
for deeds done in the Legislature, and find
fault because the National debt is not
paid, and Cuba recognized as result of
our presence in Des Moines. Do we owe
the National debt, that these bucolic con,
stituents should SO abuse US? Are we
expected to recognize Cuba-without an
introduction
We are also reminded by this perennial
stream of jolly callers who are just now
enlivening the dull editorial existence, that
Cults got us down. Well, we knew that.
Why jeer Mt us about a misfortune like
that? He got us do wn, and John Rus
sell, John kasson, anl dem-Johp. The
party last named is u friend of 10. Shep-
ards and was a lobby member.
These visitors invite us out to their
homes in the green lanes of the quiet
lcountry, where the bustercups are bloom
ing and the cowslps are slipping, out
where the Hs:s romantically root among
the daisies and wild parsnips, and the
gentle kline scratch off their winter hair
on the corner Of the worm fence; they
ask US to come out there Sundays and
they'll whip us, they'll knock the socks
off us, because we voted for herd law.
Why should our socks be knocked off for
that? Wright, Of Sac, will have his hos
iery knit gratis by a grateful constituency
because he voted for the same thing they
will feast rather than fagelate him. Why
do we differ? Why this melancholy di.
vision of ror popuH2
Why?
In all the crowd that has welcomed us
home by dunning us and borrowing mon.
ey and threatening to thrash us, there was
enc over>burdendd taxpayer who earns
an arduous living by seiaing and selling
suckers in the Spring, and lying in thu
sun in the Summer; he. this son of toll
rebuked US for our vote on the Capito
bill, and drew touching picture of hi
vast estate melting away under increased
tax, dissolying and being absorbed into
paatial building in Des Moines. As vi
thonght of his burden Of tax of eighty
seven and a half cents, weighing hin
down like another old man of the Sea, al
incubus upon his fine genius for chewin.
tobacco, we We're too oyerpowered by al
habitual melancholy which is always de-
veloped by such incidents as this, to sa,
that no capitol is to be built if an increas
of tax is required. But maybe he vii
see the law maybe he will learn to rea'
by-and-by and will read the law when W
publish it in our reliable journal. An
then in the JOY of this discovery he vii
regret that he saddened us.
We were sorry last week to announc
the death Of the youngest daughter q
Rev. j. rockingham, the esteemed pas
tor of the Presbyterian Church of thi
city. Mr.. rockingham, has been strange
ly bereaved during the past year.
brother, also minister Of the Gospel wa
stricken down in his ripe manhood, an
left large vacancy in the Church, in tn
social circle, and in the hearts of his man