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Year: 1868

SICK OF SOUTHERN RANT.-The New York Citi
zen. an Irish newspaper, and Democratic in poll
tics, paws its respects to ex-rebel Southern DEM
ocrats in the following pointed terms &c Though
YOU bray a fool in "a mortar his folly will not
depart from him." We have not only brayed
them in mortars but in rifled cannon, in l5-inch
guns and in many pther unpleasanty effective
Instruments and still their folly seems to be al
together their most prominent quality. AT
Vicksburg and Fort St. Philip we brayed them
with our mortars, at Fort Pulaski we devoted
our rifed ordnance to their service, at Savannah
we turned our l5-inch guns to their improve
ment, and at Richmond we gave them the finish
ing touch with whatever we had at command 4;
and yet they come back to us-what is left of
them-as fresh in their folly as ever In fact.
the process seems only TO have brought the dis
to the surface and they are blooming all
over with folly spots, as wel-soaked topers do
with gin blossoms. One of them helps along the
election of Seymour and Blair by announcing
that it would result in the salvation of the " Lost
Cause" Another repudiates the plank of the
Democratic platform which announces MS the
settled conviction Of North and South alike-of
Union and rebel solders-that secession is dead; !;
and they all proclaim that the election of Sey-
mour and Blair is to be the yndicaton and pos
ribly the renewal Of the rebellion. This is bad
enough, but worse remains to be told. 1t is
announced that rebel generals and Congressmen,
soldiers with hands red with blood of our fellow
Northerners and politicians fresh from plotting
the destruction of the Union, to stump the
North against Grant and Colfax. We have all
we can DO to win this election at best-save US
from this assistance or we are lost. Let them
carry their States that employment will oc-
cupy their full time and require more ability
than they have yet shown in this canvass. If
they can draw over the negro vote on fair basis,
such as qualified suffrage, let them do so. We
do not care to have Buckners opinion that
Grant is no general. Questions of this kind are
pretty we'll settled in our view, and are not in
volved in the present election. If they were, and
the Democrats took the Southern side we should
not be left with a corporal's guard on election
day. Every rebel speech made at the North will
cost US hundred votes for every one it gains.
The North desires re-union-re-union of hearts IS
we'll as of territory-and when the Southerners
honestly desire the same, they can benefit them
selves by saying so openly and distinctly. Right
glad will the North be to hear it from the South
the birthplace of secession-as well as at our
doors.
Year: 1868

CoLFAx AND THB GERMANs.-When Mr.. Cofax
was enthusiastically welcomed home by the Ger
mans of South Bend, he very appropriately re-
buked and put to silence caumny which had
represented him as hostile to our foreign-born
citizens :-"These assembled thousands" said
Mr. Colfax, :sare fit answer to every falsehood
and calumny that has been said against me. l
was struck by the fact, when coming from your
depot this very day, that the hundred and forty
Germans Of the German Grant and Colfax Club
set the seal of their condemnation and their de-
nunciaton upon not only the calumny, but to
the forgery, to which have been subjected here.
You know it is falsehood you know that
never in my public life, from the commencement
to the close, in one year, month or day, have
ever held any other doctrine than that principles
and character, not birthplace and creed, were
the true test for official promotion Men who
may resort to forgery may sign my name with
their felonious fingers, for forgery is felony


You here know that there has not been an elec


ton for the last twelve years that | have mo-


gone to the polls, not with closed ballot, bu


with an open one, and voted for men of foreign
birth, and who worshpped at different altal
from what did myself Here is the only place
where | shall answer that caumny let it bt
buried in the tomb, where are buried calumnie


and forgeries like it, in the graves of the past
Year: 1868

THE SOLDIERS Vow.-At the ceremony of dec
Grating the soldiers graves at St. Louis, the
brave General Carl Shurz concluded his oraton
with the following splendid passage GO Then,
in the awful presence of these eleven thousand
graves, let US pronounce this VOW By every
drop of blood that has been shed in the great
struggle; by every and sigh of the dying
by every tear that has moistened the pale check
of mother, widow and orphan; by the terror ot
death that swept over battle fields, and
haunted the beds of agony in our hospitals-here
we record the sacred promise that these men
shall not have died in vain that no prejudice
shall move us from our purpose that no obsta-
Gle, ever formidable, shall make falter in
our resolve that will not rest until we can
crown their graves with the monument of the
final victory of the right, until the great Amcri-
can Republic, one and indiyiSibe, is firmly
grounded impartial justice and the equal
rights of all. Yes, marching on with the van OF
the grand army of liberty, lowering over our
banners they advance for new struggles,
quickening our resolution with their inspiring
presence, striking confusion into the hearts OF
our enemies and overwhelming those who have
proved faithless with the deep damnatlon OF
their treachery. So we will march or together
ON and on, united, fearless, irresistible untii
the grand consummation is reached, 50 ,niI
when we Law down our heads mankind may - s
u.s. as we now bless those who nave Pi'eS


n
Year: 1868

BOYS, RENb THrs-1IoLD On
Hold on to your tongue when yon
arc Just about to swear, lie, or speak
harshly, or use any improper word.


Hold on to your hand when You
arc about to strike, steal, or DO any
wrong.


Hold on to your foot when you arc
on tho point of kicking, or running
away from study, er pursuing the
path Of error, shame or crime.


Hold ON to your temper when You
arc angry, excited OF imposed upon, OF
others arc angry about you.
Hold on to your virtuc--iti is above
all price to you, in. all times and places
Hold on to your good character, fo'
it is, and ever will be your best wealth


Hold on to your good name at ,al
times, for it is much more valuable t.
you than gold, high places or fashion
able attire.


Hold on to tho truth, for it vii
serve you we'll, and do you 'goo'
throughout etornity..
Year: 1868

Some time since there was published q yery
beautifully conceived poem in the Atlantic
Monthly. under the above caption, suggested
by the strewing of flowers on the graves OF
Union and Confederate soldiers at one of the
Southern Cemeteries. One of our "Boys In
Blue" sent the following spirited poem TO the
Soldiers Friend in reply, which will doubt
less find warm response in every loya!
heart:


You may sing Of the Blue and the Gray,
And mingle their hues in your rhyme,
But tbe Blue that we wore IN the fray,
Is covered with glory sublime.


So no more let US hear OF the Gray,


The symbol OF treason and shame
We pierced 1t with bulle,s-away!


Or wen pierce it with bullets egain.
Then up with the Blue and down with the
Cray,


And huIrah for the Blue that won us the day.
OF the rebels who sleep in the Gray,
Our silence is fitting alone,
But we cannot afford them bay,
A sorrow. a tear. or a moan.


Let oblivion seal up their graves


Oftreason, disgrace and defeat;
Had they triumphed, The Blue had been


slaves.


And the Union been lost In retreat.
Then up with tie Blue and down with the
Gray.
And hurrah for the Blue that won us the day!
OF the rebel whom mercy still spares
To boast OF the traitorcus fray,
No boy in the Blue thinks or cares,
For the struggle is ended to-day,


Let them come as they promised 10 come.


Under Union and Liberty too;


And we'll hail them with fife aud with


drum.


And forget that they fred on the Blue,
Then up with the Blue. and down with Inc
Gray.
And hurrah for the Blue that won US the day.
AS they carried your flag through the fray,
Ye Mortimer, ye promised the Blue
That ye'd never disgrace with the Gray
The color so gallant and true.


Will ye trace on the leaves OF your souis


The Blue and the Gray in one line,

and mingle their hues on the scrolls


Which glorify victory's shrine.
And cheer for the false, and hiss at the true,
And up with the Gray, and down with tho
RiuS.
Let the traitors all go if you NAV,
(Your heroes would punish the Head.)
But never confound with the Gray
The Blu,, whether living or dead.
Oh remember the price that was paid


The blood OF the brave and the true
And you never can suffer to fade


The laurels that cover the Blue.
Then up with the Blue, and down with the
Gray,
And hurrah for the Blue that won US the day.


JAMES NJ. DALZELL..


Late l.6th Ohio Vcls.
Year: 1868

A correspondent Of an exchange
says that when q horse is attacked
with bolts give him at once q quart
OF sweet oil, and if they have not al.
resdy done him . fatal injury, he will
ysceysr,
Year: 1868

The singular conduct of Mrs. Lin
coin is now accounted for by the
fs ct Of insanity. She recently sold
all the furniture in her house, and
has two old men as body guard, be-
lieving she will be robbed and muir
dered. Her mania is for selling
things, and dread lest she come to
want. Her friends think so long as
she is harmless, her removal to a
lunatic asylum would increase her
Year: 1868

There was once upon a time a man who
kept store and sold goods; wholesale and
retail.


And he became exceedingly melancholy,
because customers were shy and at times
were bad.


And he communed with himself and said:
Lo, I am being ruined and the sensation is
disagreeable.


And my ruin is more painful unto me be-
cause it is slow in progress, even as water
doth gradually become hotter in the pot
wherein the lobster boileth, until the crusta-
ceous creature shrieketh out his soul in an
guish.


Lo, it is better to be ruined quickly than
to endure this slow torture.


/ will give my money away to the poor
man, even the poorest, which is he who
printeth newspapers, and | will shut up
desolation, and pass my days in the purlieus
Of broken banks, cursing the hardness Of
the times and rending my garments.


And the howlings of Rome shall be as
the dulcet sounds Of the dulcimers and they
who blow flutes and instruments of music,
compared to the din | will make in the ears
of the wicked--eyen in the ears of the bank
directors.


And even as he said, so lie did; for he
was not like other sons of men who are fool
ish and know it not, and say they will do so
and so, performing afterwards that which is
contrary.


For the sons of men are tickle, and he
that is born of woman doth spite his face by
diminishing the length of the nose thereof.


And he, even the printer of papers, dill
magnify and enlarge upon the stock of goods
which the trader had in his store, and did
/ n Al I h,1
the cheapness thereof, till the people-yea,
all of them far and near-were greatly amaz.
ed.


And said, 10, this man has gathered from
the East and from the West, costly wares
and merchandise of wondrous value. even
the workmanship of cunning arti6cers, and
we knew it not.


Go to, then. We will lay out our gold In
those things which the printer man printeth
lof, and that which he doth publish shall be
4 ours.


/ For this man S merchandise is better than
hank notes of those who promise to pay,
and therein lie-eyen banks of deposit,
which beguile US of our money and swindle


us like sin.


But the trader was still sad, and he said,


the money that these people bring will be-


stow upon the wretched printer man, and
thus will ruin myself.


i | will do that which no man hath done In
J my time, or before me. will make the
!, printer man, whom all scorn for his poverty,
rich he shall rejoice, and the scoffers shall


be rebuked and take off their hats to him


who was poor, and the ladies shall smile up
J on him. Selah. S.
But 10, the trading man, even be who sold
merchandise, became rich, and even as the
unclean beast who lieth in the mire, SO stir.
, red he not by reason of much silver ana
gold.
And the people locked to his store from


the North


And from the South
And from the East;
And from the West.
: And the printer rcjoiced and was glad,
5 land his fat abounded.
ii But the trader could not become poor, and
his melancholy ceased, the smiles of happi.
: ness were on his face.
And his children became mighty in tht
:. land. by reason of the dollars which the peo
t pie who read his advertisements did pour IN
= to the traders money bag.
Year: 1868

In the Island of Goa near Bombay,
there ia singular vegetable called "the
sorrowful tree. because it only fourishcs
in the night. At sunset no towers are
to be seen, and yet after half an hour the
tree is full of them, They yield a sweet
smell, but the sun no sooner begins to
shine upon them than some of them fall
off, and and others close up; and others
continue towering in night during the
whole year
Year: 1868

a Boston Man, who wanted to trade in
mahogony, sugar, honey, borax and hides,
lived at B1za, little palm town on the
coast of Ecuador, South America, near
the beautiful plains and mountains of
Anna. He had a little house that was
built Of palm tree bark, and covered with
leaves. At last he had house made of
pine boards at home, already to be put
up. This was put on shipboard aud car
ried to Beza, and he put it up, had it
nicely ceiled, and thought he was very
grand But the sun shrunk the boards,
and very soon the seams in his nice new
house were large enough to let in bee;
and in the bees went, between the ceiling
and the weatherboarding, into his closets,
under his chamber floors, up his chimney,
everywhere; and before three months SO
delighted where they with their home,
they had filed every crack and crevice
overhead and round about with comb and
honey; till it poured through the cracks
and streamed down on his head, and his
house became such a" sweet, sweet home,'
that he had to run away and leave it, OF
be stuck fast and drawn out like fly In
cup, from his own great beehive.
Year: 1868

Beside the window sit alone,


And | watch as the stars come out,
catch the sweetness Of Lucy's tone,


And the mirth Of the chorus shout
,ten and look on the solemn night,
Whilst they stand singing beneath the light.
Lucy looks just like an early rose


Somebody else is thinking SOY,
and every day more fair she grows


Somebody will not say me no),
And she sings like bird whose heart is bless'd
(And Somebody thinks Of building a nest >
And now she chooses another tune,


One that was often sung by me
10 not think that these nj ghts in June
Are half SO fine as they used to be,
Or It's colder watching the solemn night,
Than standing singing beneath the light.
Lucy, you sing like silver bell,


Your face Is fresh as a mourning flower
Why should you think Of the sobs which swell
When leaves fall fast in the Autumn bower?
Rather gather your buds and sing your song,
Their perfume and echo viii linger long.
I'm gray and grave-and tis quite time too
20 at leisure along my ways;
But know how life appears to YOU,


know the words that Somebody says
As old songs are sweet, and old words true,
So there one old story that's always new
There is "A grave that YOU do not know,


A drawer in my desk that You We never seen
4 page III my life that [ never show,


A love in my heart thar Is always green:
Sing ont the old song fear not the pain,
| sang il once-l.ucy. sing ii again


lGoo{ ITOras.
Year: 1868

want some new books very much
| about ten of them, and they will cost eight
dollars. Don't send the books, for the doe
ter likes us to buy them here.


| don't want any money for taffy or mar
bles, for don't care about them be sure
not TO send anything but the money for the
books.


am in good health. | was taken sick
last week, and had sore eye for few
days, but it is now we'll


We was playing mumble-peg out on
the grass, and Bill Ferguson, he GRABBED my
knife. | told him he had better give that
knife up or would tell you, and get you to
lick him when you came down, and he
said he could lick you and dozen like
you, and then he dared me to knock a
chip off his shoulder


And Jake McGinnis, he pushed me
against him, and that knocked the chip of,
and Bill he struck me over the nose three
or four times, and said he'd .. bust me on
the snoot' if | didn't dry up, for couldn't
help crying, and [ was taken sick, and |
couldn't 60 to school all that day


And the docter, he locked Bill up in the
garret, but he didn't care, for he clumb
out on the roof and was chasing around af-
ter tom-cats, up and down almost every
morning, and pulling plaster out of the
chimney to throw at people in the street.


Give my love to all at home, and don't
forget the money for the books


Bill is about fourteen, do you think he
can lick you?


Please send the money, and believe me
your affectionate son. H. NJ WILKINS


P. S.-Don't forget to send the money
for those books
Year: 1868

"BRo." CLARK,-Will you please explain to
''the craft in the approaching gathering at Bur
lington that the deaih of family relative neces-
states the absence of the SENIOR who was in
tending to be with you, and that myself cannot
leave the business.


l write you this, because l deem some excuse
necessary, as regard the society and its objects
of great Importance to the printers and publish
ers of Vermont, and regret that the Banner can
not be represented.


Yours truly,
Year: 1868

\ NOBLE Boy AND GALLANT REscUE.-On
Friday last number of boys were engaged
in sliding upon their sleds from Meadow
street, near Spring, down the bank and
across the ice on the Spicket river. The
sport had proceeded short time when
there was crash, and son of Mr.. Patrick
Flynn, aged about nine years, disappeared un
der the ice \ little fellow eleven years of
age, who was standing on the bank, pulled
off his jacket and running to the hole, plung
ed in. The boy Flynn had been carriep
down by the current, but the brave ladiollow
ed under the ice, and succeeded in seizing
him-with admirable presence of mind broke
the ice over them with his fists and emerged
into the air, he sustaining the drowning lad
by . treading the water a science known
to GOOD swimmers. Of which the little hero
was one, \ man in the neighborhood got n
plank but called upon him to let 60 his bur-
den as it was impossible to save the two and
both would be drowned. This he sturdily
refused to do and clung to his load, skillfully
holding him in such manner as to avoid
being dragged down, of which at one time he
was in great danger Finally, by great exer
tions both were safely landed. The name of
the boy who accomplished this perilous and
humane feat was Peter McRobie, a son Of
Mr. James McRobie. resident Of the
neighborhood There is the material for a
Phil. Sheridan in him.-LGcrepoe Ameri-
ran
Year: 1868

THE OLD MAN.-Bow low thy head, boy;
do reverence to the old man, once like you.
The vicissitudes of life have silvered his hair
and changed the round merry face to the
worn visage before you. Once that heart
beat with aspiration co-equal to any that
you have felt, aspiration crushed by disap
pointment, as yours perhaps is destined to be.
Once that form sialked proudly through the
gay scenes of pleasure, the beauideal Of grace;
now the hand of that time that withers the
flowers of yesterday has wrap: tha! figure
and destroyed the noble carriage. Once at
your age, he possessed the thousand thoughts
that pass through your brain, now wishing
to accomplish deeds equal to nook in fame;
anon imagining life dream that the sooner
he awaken frou the better. But he has
lived the dream very near through. The time
to awaken is very near at hand; yet his eye
ever kindles at old deeds of daring, and the
hand takes 6rmer grasp of the staff. Bow
low the head, boy, as you would, in your old
age be reverenced.
Year: 1868

DISTRESS AND ALARM IN THE Country
Serious but well authenticated accounts
reach us from the country districts respect
ing the increasing poverty, desoiaiion, and
desperation Of the people, and especially of
the negroes. The unprecedented failure of
every kind of cultivation has placed very
large class of the negroes ou the verge of
starvation. 1t is driving them to acts of
desp ration and wholesale robbery, which
ore rapidly nsuming what is left on the
plantations from the general wreck. Stock
of every description is rapidly disappearing
The planters i=d it impossible to guard, or
even save, the milch COWS or brood animals.
Without money or employment the negroes
6nd it impossible to obtain meat or bread
and they take 10 the woods or highways. or
seize and appropriate every live animal they
can Gnd. They even set traps for cattle at d
hogs. Leagued together in clubs and asso
Citations, they are encouraged in these dep
relations by confidence in their ability to
resist any attempt to arrest or punish them
These are not iustigatcd by political passions
or influences; nor have they any political aim
or purpose, though the condition which
prompts them in their desperate course has
been largely due to political causes The
general failure of the cultivation, this season
is attributed to the Incidence and indifference
and carelessness into which they were re-
duced in the spring, by the promise Of Rad
ical emissaries that farms, agricultural inns
plements, and stock would be given them by
the government. But they have got well
over that infatuatiOn, and now tits actual
want and starvation which are driving them
to desperate and lawless acts, and it is pro-
ducing deep and widespread feeling Of
alarm and anxiety in the country. We state
these facts on information of the most relia-
Bile character, and trust they may attract at
tention and stimulate further inquiry and
an eforttO apply some relief and remedy to
this distressing state of afairs.-N o.
Times.
Year: 1868

A MODEL MERcHANT-A merchant Of
New York, during the late war, made con-
tract with merchant to supply him with a
quantity Of tin cans. Not long after this
the price Of tin rose so much that the con
tractor must lose money BY completing the
work at the price agreed upon However,
he said nothing, but went on delivering the
cans. When the FIRST bill for pay of the
cans was received the employer called upon
him and said:


Il understand you are losing money on
this job ..t
'Yes, replied the contractor, but can
stand it; contract is a contract you know


How much will you loser asked the gen.
NO matter was the reply. Il don't com.
plain, aud yon ought not to-


Il insist on knowing


well, since you desire it, lose so much
a hundred naming the amount.


well, SIR said tho noble>hearted man,
"you must not lose this-it would not be
tight. IShall add the amount to your bill,
and, as the price Of material may still rise,
will advance you the money for the whole
contract, which, no doubt, you can now use
to advantage


The difference thus paid, to which the
contractor had no claim, amounted to FIVE
hundred dollars. That was something more
than business honesty; it was Christian prin-
ciple carried out in business. The world
needs more such examples.
Year: 1868

An effective cure for the ear ache: Take
a small piece of cotton batting erection wool
and make depression in the centre with
the end of finger, and fIl it with as much
ground pepper as will rest on i've cent
niece. gather it into ball and tie it up, dip
the bail into sweet oil and insert it into the
ear, covering the latter with cotton wool, and
use bandage or cap to retain it in its place:
Almost instant relief will be experienced and
the application is so gentle that an infant
will not be injured by it, but experience re-
lief as we'll as adults.