vails that a writer who can admit two sides to any he denied that the great want of any popular feelquestion which has been under party discussion is ing or party in this country—and I don't mean to viewed as people look upon a monster-:us our attack either parties or men—has been owing mainearnest contemporary the Morning Post looks But I do think it is owing a litle to you, the mid

ly to the conduct of the present government, upon the Spectator. Our neighbor notifies to his dle classes, who can see no wisdom except in a readers that we have been singing a song of lord-no probity except in an estated genileman. triumph" on the “victory” obtained by the repeal

The house of commons, the “ people's of the navigation-laws, and is surprised that after house of commons,' has degraded into a mere taxthe victory we should confess to descry “clouds ing machine. and darkness resting on the future ;' and he Again, see the account which the conservative quotes at length all that we said upon the difficul- and not revolutionary Lord John Russell gives of ties of that unknown ocean beyond “ the pillars those “ lords and estated gentlemen.” He dares of Hercules," as if we counted it to be “ what not entertain the idea of triennial parliaments, bethe British nation is to derive from the victory of cause the “ lords and estated gentlemen” are unliberalism.” Now, in the first place, we were trained to their coveted duties and prone to truckle singing no song of triumph, hailing no victory, to popular prejudices. but rather observing on the effects of a defeaton the completion of an inevitable series of events tion of public business would be much disturbed

Two years out of the three years for the transac—and on the doubts which hung upon the future, the first by want of experience in the members, the not as the sole fruits of the policy just consum- last by looking too anxiously and intensely at the mated, but as attendant dangers. Our earnest effect of votes in this house upon a general election. contemporary, who so often takes a flattering sat

From the experience which we have had isfaction in profiting by our candor, will perceive since the Reforin Bill, I should say that very genthat to descry dangers is sometimes the trait of a eral attention is paid to the wishes of constituents, friendly solicitude, not of a hostile wish ; and we

and that public opinion has fully as much influence

as it ought to have upon the transactions and votes must confess that to ignore them is not a very of this house ; and I think that if it was carried to wise sort of friendship. We are passing from

a greater extent, instead of members who entertain one system to another—no one can deny that fact. a strong opinion upon the subject voting for measThe gers of the past were known, and we had ures which they believe to be for the public good, all been familiar with the encounter. But, argues there will be too many instances of their sacrificing the criticizer of our clear sight, if there are dan- that opinion to the transient and temporary passions

of their constituents. gers in the future, why not stop in the past, why desire to go to that future ?— Because you can't Not by love of country are the “ lords and es

And we do not deplore the transition, tated gentlemen” moved; not by strong opinion-full of trouble and danger as it may be. Not be- if they have it; not by the public good ; but they cause the process of “ moving" is intensely dis- will sacrifice all those sacred things to the tranagreeable do you abstain from going from one sient and temporary passions of their constituents, house to a better. Nor do you effect the move for the paltry ambition of sitting in a national best by overlooking the difficulties of the road or council thus corrupted ! Such is the description the defects of the new house.

given by the leader of the liberal party, still unThe great deficiency with us is the want of any deposed. Yet he is precisely where he would great leading political object to animate the people be : he desired to move out of the old tory ré

-a political “creed,” a “faith"-call it what gime, for he proposed the Reform Bill; but he you will—which rests on broader and more en-desires to go no further, for he refuses to accept during moral grounds than mere self-interest. In- supplemental measures. In this state of the house terest may be a stimulating bait to industrial ac- , of commons, Lord John thinks that “public opintivity for supplying material comforts and pleasures, ion has fully as much influence as it ought to have but it is not a moral guide to happiness. It is upon the transactions and votes of this house.” not we alone who descry the danger of this politi- He has no sustaining faith, no guiding principle cal scepticism : see what that stout liberal Mr. for the future. Osborne says, amid the cheers of congregated lib- Mr. Osborne, the hearty“ liberal," tells us erals, at the great Parliamentary and Financial that the ministers have corrupted the political virReform Meeting, this week, in the city, tue of the people; that the legislature is apathetic There is apathy, there is distrust amongst the

and effete, treating important questions as the dereformers themselves; and I repeat what I set out cayed College of Cardinals treated the election of with, that there is at this moment no popular party, Pope, by carrying those which can have no effect; no leader, no popular principles well expounded in and that all this is owing to the dulness and serthe house of commons. I shall be told, perhaps, vility of the people themselves. Lord John, unthat on occasions they vote together ; but I, who deposed leader of the liberals, says that the house am behind the scenes, know the difficulty by which is formed of men ignorant, ready to sacrifice the alone you can scrape together eighty members returned on what are called "liberal principles" to public good, and prone to be servile ; and he, vote on any one question. You got them together self-describing, avows his contentment with that on Mr. Cobden's motion. Why ?-Because they state of things. knew it would be of no import.

It cannot Even the earnest Chartists, stifled by the force

help it.


of universal apathy, are consorting with the folks is so much gained, for decidedly he cannot do whom Mr. Osborne rebuked to their face for polit- worse. Such is the serious kind of advice that ical atheism.

French politicians are reduced to offer one another We do not exult in this state of things : it is in these times of perplexity. no victory, but simply a fact. We descry the The president has, in fact, but a very limited danger, and describe it. We mark it down in choice of men. That choice can be exercised only the chart. We know that a nation cannot long amongst about forty individuals, a score of old remain without a political “ faith ;” and that if it notabilities and a score of new. The new are igdoes not shape one out by its own intelligence and norant, extravagant, and want tact and experience. living conscience, one will be forced upon it by The old have not a principle left, from wear and calamity. There are advantages in times of trouble tear in the service of every regime. What an -they make men know each other, and work for alternative for a sovereign to have to choose beeach other, love and serve each other. The trib- tween Bugeaud and Ledru Rollin! And yet both ulation of the moment is sore to human flesh, but these champions of either extreme merely affect the history of man attests the fact that he is ruled the principles which give them worth. Bugeaud by higher law's than his own—more steadfast, is called a monarchist, although the old soldier powerful, and beneficent. It is his to search cares not a fig for any one dynasty, or any one those laws, that he may obey them better for his prince. He has been the gaoler of the Duchess own happiness, that he may work with them and of Berry : and he let Louis Philippe slip from the promote their ends, for his own happiness and the throne in February when he might have upheld glory of God : if he forgets them for a time, or him. With just as much sincerity as Bugeaud misconceives them, or is seized with the disease pretends to be a monarchist, Ledru Rollin pretends of a perverse and sceptical apathy, the unstaid to be a socialist ; a word of which he is incapable march of necessity treads heavy upon his heels, to explain the meaning. And Orleanists, legitand the pain reäwakens him to a healthier life- imists, and Bonapartists trust in Bugeaud, as the

Let us avert calamity if we can ; but socialists trust in Ledru, from the blind zeal of all if not, then with chastened and strengthened faith idolatry. march on to our allotted future.

It has been the fashion to say in France during

the last month, and to repeat in London, that there From the Examiner, 26th May. was not a republican in France. It would have FRANCE AND ITS PRESIDENT.–St. George rid- been much truer to say, that there existed not a ing down and transfixing the dragon is the only monarchist or a loyal man in it. And we doubt emblem of the position assumed during the last if there be now ten men who are sincerely for few months by the French moderates, as they call either. There is, however, a great struggle and themseves. The dragon of a republic was pros- antagonism' between the old notabilities and the trale ; St. George every now and then cutting off new; between those who have held power and one of the monster's heads, and vaunting his tri- place during the last thirty years, and those who umph all the time. It now appears that the dragon would now have their turn. The old notabilities is not dead. The knight has tormented and irri- call themselves monarchists; the new, republicans ; tated, but not slain him. The brute is as fiend- but it is not republic or monarchy that is in the ish as ever, whilst the arm of the champion is thoughts of either. aweary and his spear and sword considerably There is, however, one important fact, which blunted.

is, that the middle party is a republican one. BeThe melancholy truth is, that whatever party in tween the furious moderates on the one side, who France obtains the uppermost, and exercises in now look merely to rigor and to force, and the consequence the duties of government, that party socialists on the other, who intend to employ the forthwith declines in character, power, popularity, same means, the real moderates are the Dufaure and influence. Three or four months of the pro- and Cavaignac party. They are few in a chamvisional government discredit the socialists. A ber, and, for the moment, few in the country. week or two kills Lamartine. Cavaignac and the But it is quite evident that they alone can govern, moderate republicans were demonetisés whilst in that they alone can obviate civil war, that they office; no sooner do they quit it than they rise in alone can impose quiet and respect upon both parthe scale. The moderates par excellence have been ties, and that they alone have what the French in their turn going down ever since Louis Napo- call la clef de la situation. Here, then, is Cavaigleon installed them in power Under the old nac, the rejected of the electors, become the arbimonarchic regime the longer a ministry lasted the ter of the state : become the true chief, whilst more it became consolidated. Louis Napoleon's Louis Napoleon remains the nominal one. And ministry made the same calculation, not seeing should Louis Napoleon throw himself into the that a contrary rule held. On this subject the hands of the monarchiens, of the Bugeauds and the editor of La Presse gives the best advice. Take Fallouxs, the Bonaparte reign is

and the neoLedru Rollin, it says to the president; make him Napoleonian mission is at an end. The French minister, and if he goes on like his predecessor he might walk in the shadow of a great name, leadwill lose power and character in a month. If he ing them onward, but to be dragged back by it does differently from his predecessor, then there would be ignominy as well as absurdity.


As the French president is losing his influence 'Mense quantities of gold, at the very least, has over the French people, he is gaining what will been sent to San Francisco for some time back, not revive that influence, augmented credit with and as fast as it is got in it is turned into ingots. the absolutist powers.

Russia has done him the Theves cannot egzist at the diggins-being hung honor of recognizing the French republic. And on the slightest suspishun. Grub is moderate ; it is evident that M. Odillon Barrot is so flattered floods of a spiritus natur very dear. All kinds by this familiar and diplomatic nod of recognition of salt provisions is sold for a song ; the tavern on the part of the autocrat, that he actually stands keepers most given 'em away in order to permote up to defend Russian aggression and Austrian thirst. Salt pork is $5 a hogshead, and brandy despotism. The defence of Russia by the minis- $10 a half pint. Hows'ever, as gold is plenty, terial prints of France worthily closes the career every Jack has his gill. of a minister who sent an army to reduce the This puts me in mind of the noose by the Romans, and hand them back into the absolute steamer Californy, that a ship load of young wimpower of the Pope.

min was a coming out on a marryin' spekelashun, It is evident, by the last accounts, that General with one Mrs. Farnham as shoopercargo. We Oudinot had received fresh instructions to advance look for the same anxshusly. What is gold and get possession of the city by hook or by crook. what is preshus stuns without wimmen? Nuthin He in a manner besieges it, menaces its gates and but vanity and vexsashun of spirit. Solomon says bridges, yet will not say one word as to his inten-1-I red it 't other day on a page of Proverbs I was tion. A more jesuitical expedition was certainly agoin to use for waddin-Solomon says a wurtshus never undertaken by a band of soldiers, and in the 'ooman is more preshus than roobies, and in a kunname of a revolutionary republic.

try without pettycoats one feels the force of the re

mark. When a man has wealth he wants hares A LETTER FROM THE DIGGINS'."

to leave it to; and in course—no wives, no hares. Valley of the Sacrymento, April 20, 1849. You could n't send me out one, could you ? I EDDYTURS OF THE SUNDY TIMES :- When I mean a wife, not a hare. If she's sum pitted wrote before spades was trumps—now it's di- with the small-pox even, I woodent care. The munds. These preshus stuns is found in brilyant ordinariest goods are valuable when there is none perfusion on the brow of the Sarah Nevady, and in the market. There's duzzens I woodent a several as large as fenix eggs has been seen in a looked at in the states, that 'ud now be thankfully mountain of gold, diskivered last week, near the received and no questions axed.

You can say, Sam Joking, and when the snow melts, it is sup- and truly, that I'm worth more 'an my weight in posed that many of the first water will come down gold, for I 've got quarter of a tun of it in store with the current. Seed dimunds is remarkabul at San Francisco, besides a sprinkling of dimunds. plenty, but a law has been made agen gatherin' We have a sort of make shift government here, 'em, because it spoils the futur crop. None is (no allusion to the paragraff above,) got up extrualoud to be gathered under the size of a piece of perry as one may say, that ansers purty wel for a chaulk. Emrulds abounds, but nobody is green nu kuntry. Gen. Smith aint nobody. He is a enough to pick 'em up when they can get di- clever chap and a spunky, no doubt o' that, but munds. Other jooils is a drug. Beyond the he hainst got no more athority than a child in plains, on what they call a plato of the moun- arms, if thar was sich a thing in the settlement. tains, bushels of little peaces of silver has been He ishoos genral orders and proclamashuns and dug up, which is very convenyent for small sich truck, and the people read 'em, perlite literachange.

toor being scarce; but wen they 've red 'em, they A stream runnin' into Feather river, and par- larf, and shet one eye, and go and do just as they tikarly rich in gold, has recently been diskivered d-n pleese. It's allus so in nu kuntries. by a Gerinan kumpany, and they have skewered Agriculture in Californy is purty much left to the joint onership by the threatening to knife any natur. It sticks in folks' crop to be soeing corn one they catch poaching on their fork. In honor when they can dig gold, and so they all go to the of some outlandish Dutch water privilege, they placers to make hay while the sun shines. This call it the river Rhine-o. Some of the xplorin is the monster deposit bank of the uneversal 'sociation which has gone far into the interyeur, world, and we 're all casheres and directors. sends word that the sile there is all solid gold sot Bring yer 'taters here if you want 'em dug, we with roobees, but nobody bleves these out lying can't take the trouble to raise 'em. The only parties.

wegetable we cultyvate is the root of all evil, and The depth of the odiserous sands on the Sacry- if you 'll send us the frutes of the earth, you can mento is forty-eight feet eleven inches and three have that exchange. quarters. Wherever we find traces of gold, we The rainy season being over, the weather is sink shafts and draw it up with horses. The settled. I bleeve the heat has n't been below 99 sand is so tarnation heavy it puts the mustangs to for a week, which, with bad rum, has proved their metal, I tell you ; but ther 's no help for fatal to some constitooshuns. Emigrants of all 'em : they must hang on with all their might and kinds and kuntries keeps pourin' in by land and mane, or down they go, and then its all up with water, and the popalashun is very promiscous.

We 'Mericans keep the upper hand of furriners


so far; but it takes considerable powder and ball. Colt's pills is fine for munity. The bottle causes a good many musses, but the barrel allus stops 'em. I shall probably ship my pile by the Californy, and if I escape the cholera, the injuns, and the yallar fever going through Mexico, you may 'spect to see me before very long, and perhaps sooner.


From the Louisville Examiner.


Ya esta llama se desata,
Ya caduca este edificio,
Ya se desmaya esta for.

The dream is over,
The vision has flown;
Dead leaves are lying
Where roses have blown ;
Withered and strown
Are the hopes I cherished ;
All have perished
But grief alone.
My heart was a garden
Where fresh leaves grew :
Flowers there were many,
And weeds a few :
Cold winds blew,
And the frosts came thither,
And flowers will wither,
And weeds renew!
Youth's bright palace
Is overthrown,
With its diamond sceptre
And golden throne ;
As a time-worn stone
Its turrets are humbled ;
All have crumbled
But grief alone!
Whither, oh! whither
Have fled away
The dreams and hopes
Of my early day?
Ruined and gray,
Are the towers I builded ;
And the beams that gilded-
Ah! where are they?
Once this world
Was fresh and bright,
With its golden moon
And starry night;
Glad and light,
By mountain and river,
Have I blessed the Giver
With hushed delight.
These were the days
Of story and song,
When Hope had a meaning
And Faith was strong.
" Life will be long,
And lit with Love's gleaming;"
Such were my dreamings,
But, ah! how wrong!
Youth's illusions,
One by one,
Have passed like clouds
That the sun looked on.

While morning shone, How purple their fringes ! How ashy their tinges When that was gone! Darkness that cometh Ere morn has fled Boughs that wither Ere fruits are shedDeath bells instead Of a bridal's pealingsSuch are my feelings, Since Hope is dead! Sad is the knowledge That cometh with years— Bitter the tree That is watered with tears; Truth appears, With his wise predictions, Then vanish the fictions Of boyhood's years. As fire-flies fade When the nights are dampAs meteors are quenched In a stagnant swampThus Charlemagne's camp, Where the Paladins rally, And the Diamond Valley, And Wonderful Lamp; And all the wonders Of Ganges and Nile, And Haroun's rambles, And Crusoe's isle, And Princes who smile On the Genii's daughters 'Neath the Orient waters Full many a mile; And all that the pen Of Fancy can write, Must vanish, In manhood's misty lightSquire and knight, And damosel's glances, Sunny romances

and bright! These have vanished, And what remains ? Life's budding garlands Have turned io chainsIts beams and rains Feed but docks and thistles And sorrow whistles O'er desert plains ! The dove will fly From a ruined nestLove will not dwell In a troubled breastThe heart has no zest To sweeten life's dolorIf Love, the Consoler, Be not its guest! The dream is over, The vision has flown : Dead leaves are lying Where roses have blown; Withered and strown Are the hopes I cherished, All have perished But grief alone!

So pure


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A PRIVATE PUDDING; OR, HOW THE HOOSIER | foiled on every side, and observing that there was

a general simpering and tittering among the waitNew Orleans for the first time, after his flatboat for the fifth or sixth time, and cried out to him Many years ago a Hoosier, who had just struck ers, turned on the servant who stood at the back

of his chair, and who had taken away his plate was made snug and fast, went up to see the sights with an oath to bring back his plate, and that if of the city. Passing St. Charles, he stopped im- he took it away again," he'd be dod rod if he mediately in front of the St. Charles Hotel, and, did n't draw his picker on him,” and, suiting the looking up, seemed to scrutinize the building with

action to the word, put his hand into his bosom, the eye of an architectural connoisseur.

showing the handle of a huge bowie knife. After satisfying his gaze, he asked a passer-by

After this, things went on quietly, till the des what building it was; on being told it was a hotel, he inquired for the entrance, and being shown, Russe pudding was set right before the Hoosier.

sert was put on the table, when a large Charlotte he ascended the steep steps.

Approaching the

This he immediately drew near his plate, and office, he asked for the landlord, of whom he inquired if he could get "a bite" to eat. Mr. E.

looking right and left at his neighbors he helped R. Mudge, who was the host at that time, and fixed on the dish, while eating, he perceived his

himself to a large portion of it. Keeping his eye who is a host at all times, humoring the fellow, told him he could do so by paying a dollar. After right-hand neighbor attempting to withdraw the

dish from him. ** No you don't, Mister," said considering for some time on this item, and grave

the Hoosier to him, " that thar puddin' is private ly looking his host in the face, he said, “ Well, I'll go it; thar 's my dollar ; whar 's your din- pudding.. The left-hand gentleman, not observner !” “Well,” said the other, with a smile, ing what had passed, then said, “ Allow me to - it is not ready yet, but take a seat at the table, that thar pudding,” said the Hoosier, with a scowl,

take this pudding, sir?" No, you can't take and you can amuse yourself with the papers


" that 's private pudding.And he rehelped himhalf an hour, when you will hear the gong,


self. will inform you that the dinner is ready." “ The

Shortly after the gentleman opposite was in the gong, what's that?" asked the Hoosier. “Oh,

act of drawing the dish over to him. you will find out when you hear it,” replied Mudge. Satisfied with this answer, the Hoosier, Mister," said the Hoosier, with a look of triumph.

“I'd have you to know that that pudding is priafter looking around him, sat down and rummaged over the papers. Time sped on at its customary thumb to his nose, and made sundry gyrations with

vate pudding," while at the same time he put his rate, when suddenly the gong sounded, and,

his fingers. “You can't come it over me," he usual, the crowd moved for the dining-room. Recovering from his astonishment at the noise continued, feeling that a joke had been practised

“ Private wine, eh!” of the gong, and scenting the delicious fumes of

The attention of the table being attracted during the dinner, the Hoosier made a rush through the

the latter scene, the gentlemen around burst into crowd for a seat, but, being met by the host, he was conducted to his allotted chair. The gentle

a roar of laughter, and soon the whole story was

whispered from one to another. The thing took men seated on each side of him, as well, as the gentleman opposite to him, had their wine before his boule to the Hoosier with his compliments ;

so well that every gentleman was induced to send them. After finishing his soup, and having his plate lord. Hiccoughing, as he left the table, he turned

green un,” soon became as merry as a well filled, the Hoosier observed the gentlemen round 10 the gentlemen and said: “Well

, old helping themselves freely to wine, and so, seizing | (hiccongh) fellows, you (hiccough) could n't (hicthe bottle of his right hand neighbor, he attempted cough) come it over (hiccough) me with your (hicto help himself, when he was modestly informed that the wine was “ private." The Hoosier did cough) private wine.” The glasses fairly danced not seem to comprehend, and, with a blank sort this last remark created, and the Hoosier, stagger

on the table with the uproar and laughter which of look resumed his knife and fork. On laying ing out of the room, made the best of his way to them down again, and having apparently come to

his boat.– New Orleans Delta. the conclusion that it could not all be “ private” wine, he seized hold of his left-hand friend's bottle. Stop, if you please sir," said the offended individual, with a fierce look, “this is private wine, sir." The Hoosier looked still more astonished, I loved the winter once with all my soul, and it being a hard case, thought he would make

And longed for snow-storms, hail, and mantled another trial anyhow. So reaching across the

skies ; table he seized the bottle opposite to him, and And sang their praises in as gay a troll was just in the act of filling his glass, when his As Troubadours have poured to Beauty's eyes. vis-a-vis reëchoed “Private wine, sir, if you 1 deemed the hard, black frost a pleasant thing, please," and withdrew the bottle from the fearful

For logs blazed high, and horses' hoofs rung out; leakage it was about to undergo.

And wild birds came with tame and gentle wing green un,” becoming enraged at being To eat the bread my young hand flung about.


upon him.

and our

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