The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1871-09-14

no local interest In common with YOU
The only thing that has, kept thii
4 lfGo1efnment together, the only thing
that can peTpetnate this Republic, and
above all, the only thing that can per.
j petuate liberty in this country, is the
system by which local self-govern-
ment belongs to the people of each
State, and the Federal Government is
restricted to matters of general con-
Germ. $3.50 10 T4l8IisI
That doctrine was openly attacked
| by Mr.. Morton in his Louisville
speech. He assails it directly, and in
/ the face of numerous decisions of the
Supreme Court in the face of the
universal position of the fathers says
| there is but one sovereign i'll this
country, and that is the Federal Gov
ernment. as ale.- - uc
If that consolidation is to take place,
not only will it destroy liberty, but it
will entail on this country the most
corrupt Government the world ever
| saw. There could be no more corrupt
Government than Congress would be-
come. ialrll '1ala88
Let no man say this is mere fancy
picture. Let any man read the de-
bates under which this atrocious Ku-
Klux bill was passed, the pretenses
by which it was supported, and he
will see that / have not drawn the pic
ture half as strong as it ought to- be
drawn. ~. js.139-
have spoken longer than intend
ed. l have wearied your patience,
on6 hid I'd sah
MONDAY MORNING. PARTINGs OF
THOSE ENGAGED.
George Alfred Townsend, writing
from Cape May to the Chicago Tribune
gives a very interesting account of
the way young folks, who are engaged
separate on Monday morning, together
with some reflections on the emotions
of the two sexes, and the supposed
differences which nature herself has
fixed. The writer says: ailtGs Il j
Nothing is so pretty as to seelI the
engaged folks part on Monday morn
ing-the fowler to go back to business
! for a whole week, the ensnared to stay
at the Cape counting the days of his
absence. To see this scene you must
get up at six o'clock, for it is the early
train that the young man of business
must take. The young man in his
duster, alittle dragged out, slips down
with his valise, and, at the foot of the
stairs, spying the inexorable omnibus
halts minute to let the bird catch up
to him. Also little worn with early
rising and late last evening, the bird
hops down stairs in her yellow morn
ing plum age, and formally shakes the
young man by the hand /; and as he re-
cedes and turns once at the threshold
to look back with that glance which is
the respectful yearning of all that he
knows or hopes fer, it meets, already
fixed, the birds farewell, poured out
of her eyes like a note of melody.
That look is the living solace of the
week, the one ration on which love
must march for six days, till Saturday
night brings another rendezvous. 1t
is the pledge, better than oath or af-
firmation, that neither is to be forgot-i
ten by the other, although the true
parting, as we all know, took place
elsewhere, as above stairs-perhaps in
the room of the old bird. who gra-
ciously assented, and lived back thirty
years in the sound of her daughters
kiss.
The three fond periods of life are
the first consciousness ofloyereturned
the summer last before marriage, when
all the course is smooth, and next, the
early months Of the first baby, when
the man feels a little queer, and the
woman is perfectly self possessed
again rr.si.i-y - F-{ ++a
The woman engaged once fully, and
distinctly in love is the highest type
of human fidelity. See tins one aban-
doned to week of the longest eanut
possible to her nature, the absence, of
her affanced a man would perhaps,
balance it by the violence of his pleas
ures, and smother expectation in gay
ETY.. Like vestal who knows not
the day nor the hour when her Master
cometh, the engaged woman becomes,
for his sake, the subject of her own
exalted respect. Her body and soul,
her walk and conversation, are purer
to her eyes, because they have been
promised away. She draws around
herself the circle of. the solemn church
and all society falls beyond the line;
but one man can cross it. The beach,
the ball, the promenade, the bath
etherealized and no longer partaken in
romp and volatility, find her still high
er above reproach each Saturday sue
cessively, till at last, when the season
ends, and with it the last campaign, of
her beauty, she abdicates, like Zenobia
without an accusation, a secret, or a
lament. A woman in love knows
when her mind is made up;a man
thinks he does. 3,i .r5r ezse
Down in Maryland they have a COL
ored man whom they style the -Afri-
can Fire King. Recently he gave an
exhibition of his "powersn to. al
select company. After applying a |
red hot shovel to the bottom of one of !
his feet, without making any impress
sion on him, also licking the shovel, |
still red hot, with his tongue, without |
even drying the saliva in his mouth,
and taking red hot anthracite coal
from a stove without scorching his |
hand or fingers in which he held it, |
he asked if there were unbelievers I
present. One individual stating that |
he remained unconvinced, the, Fire |
King, as the story goes, put a shovel |
in the stove and partially filed it |
with shot, and when the shot got |
pretty hot he stirred them with his |
naked fingers till the lead had melted. |
He then look the shovel in his right |
hand and poured the hot melted lead |
in his left hand, and then poured the
burning solution into his mouth, kept |
it there till it cooled, and spit it out |
in lump. After this latter perform
ance the f" uhbeliever" expressed him
self entirely satisfied, The Fire King |
said {" that was only a $50 perform
ance; if they would make him up
$50, he would show them something /
worth seeing" -. .a. 9 9,a-5'
2 :, DIR. FRANKLIN used to wish that he
might, after good long nap, live the
last half of his allotted years some
time in the Nineteeth Century. His
the greatest with which a
great man was ever andnwad rninht