vails that a writer who can admit two sides to any
question which has been under party discussion is
viewed as people look upon a monster-as our
earnest contemporary the Morning Post looks
upon the Spectator. Our neighbor notifies to his
readers that we have been singing "a song of
triumph" on the "victory" obtained by the repeal
of the navigation-laws, and is surprised that after
the victory we should confess to descry "clouds
and darkness resting on the future ;" and he
quotes at length all that we said upon the difficul-
ties of that unknown ocean beyond "the pillars
of Hercules," as if we counted it to be "what
the British nation is to derive from the victory of
liberalism." Now, in the first place, we were
singing no song of triumph, hailing no victory,
but rather observing on the effects of a defeat-
on the completion of an inevitable series of events
-and on the doubts which hung upon the future,
not as the sole fruits of the policy just consum-
mated, but as attendant dangers. Our earnest
contemporary, who so often takes a flattering sat-
isfaction in profiting by our candor, will perceive
that to descry dangers is sometimes the trait of a
friendly solicitude, not of a hostile wish; and we
must confess that to ignore them is not a very
wise sort of friendship. We are passing from
one system to another- —no one can deny that fact.
The dangers of the past were known, and we had
all been familiar with the encounter. But, argues
the criticizer of our clear sight, if there are dan-
gers in the future, why not stop in the past, why
desire to go to that future?-Because you can't
help it.
And we do not deplore the transition,
full of trouble and danger as it may be. Not be-
cause the process of " moving" is intensely dis-
agreeable do you abstain from going from one
house to a better. Nor do you effect the move
best by overlooking the difficulties of the road or
the defects of the new house.


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tion of public business would be much disturbed— Two years out of the three years for the transacthe first by want of experience in the members, the last by looking too anxiously and intensely at the effect of votes in this house upon a general election. From the experience which we have had since the Reform Bill, I should say that very genand that public opinion has fully as much influence eral attention is paid to the wishes of constituents, as it ought to have upon the transactions and votes of this house; and I think that if it was carried to a greater extent, instead of members who entertain a strong opinion upon the subject voting for measures which they believe to be for the public good, there will be too many instances of their sacrificing that opinion to the transient and temporary passions

of their constituents.

Not by love of country are the "lords and estated gentlemen" moved; not by strong opinion— if they have it; not by the public good; but they will sacrifice all those sacred things to the transient and temporary passions of their constituents, for the paltry ambition of sitting in a national council thus corrupted! Such is the description 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 liberals, at the great Parliamentary and Financial Reform Meeting, this week, in the city


Mr. Osborne, the hearty "liberal," tells us that the ministers have corrupted the political virtue of the people; that the legislature is apathetic and effete, treating important questions as the deThere is apathy, there is distrust amongst the reformers 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

of universal apathy, are consorting with the folks whom Mr. Osborne rebuked to their face for political atheism.

is so much gained, for decidedly he cannot do worse. Such is the serious kind of advice that French politicians are reduced to offer one another in these times of perplexity.

We do not exult in this state of things: it is 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 laws 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 someness. 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 trate; St. George every now and then cutting off one of the monster's heads, and vaunting his triumph all the time. It now appears that the dragon is not dead. The knight has tormented and irritated, but not slain him. The brute is as fiendish as ever, whilst the arm of the champion is aweary and his spear and sword considerably blunted.

new; between those who have held power and place during the last thirty years, and those who would now have their turn. The old notabilities call themselves monarchists; the new, republicans; but it is not republic or monarchy that is in the thoughts of either.

There is, however, one important fact, which 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. Aber, and, for the moment, few in the country. week or two kills Lamartine. Cavaignac and the moderate republicans were demonetisés whilst in office; no sooner do they quit it than they rise in the scale. The moderates par excellence have been in their turn going down ever since Louis Napoleon installed them in power Under the old monarchic regime the longer a ministry lasted the more it became consolidated. Louis Napoleon's ministry made the same calculation, not seeing that a contrary rule held. On this subject the editor of La Presse gives the best advice. Take Ledru Rollin, it says to the president; make him minister, and if he goes on like his predecessor he will lose power and character in a month. If he does differently from his predecessor, then there


But it is quite evident that they alone can govern,
that they alone can obviate civil war, that they
alone can impose quiet and respect upon both par-
ties, and that they alone have what the French
call la clef de la situation. Here, then, is Cavaig-
nac, the rejected of the electors, become the arbi-
ter of the state: become the true chief, whilst
Louis Napoleon remains the nominal one.
should Louis Napoleon throw himself into the
hands of the monarchiens, of the Bugeauds and the
Fallouxs, the Bonaparte reign is over, and the neo-
Napoleonian mission is at an end. The French
might walk in the shadow of a great name, lead-
ing them onward, but to be dragged back by it
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 givén '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 Romans, and hand them back into the absolute power of the Pope.

This puts me in mind of the noose by the steamer Californy, that a ship load of young wimmin 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 goldand 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--I red it 'tother 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 name of a revolutionary republic.


Valley of the Sacrymento, April 20, 1849. EDDYTURS OF THE SUNDY TIMES:-When I wrote before spades was trumps-now it's dimunds. These preshus stuns is found in brilyant perfusion on the brow of the Sarah Nevady, and several as large as fenix eggs has been seen in a mountain of gold, diskivered last week, near the Sam Joking, and when the snow melts, it is supposed that many of the first water will come down with the current. Seed dimunds is remarkabul plenty, but a law has been made agen gatherin' 'em, because it spoils the futur crop. None is aloud to be gathered under the size of piece of chaulk. Emrulds abounds, but nobody is green enough to pick 'em up when they can get dimunds. Other jooils is a drug. Beyond the plains, on what they call a plato of the mountains, bushels of little peaces of silver has been dug up, which is very convenyent for small change.


'ooman is more preshus than roobies, and in a kuntry without pettycoats one feels the force of the remark. When a man has wealth he wants hares to leave it to; and in course-no wives, no hares. You could n't send me out one, could you? I mean a wife, not a hare. If she's sum pitted with the small-pox even, I woodent care. The ordinariest goods are valuable when there is none in the market. There's duzzens I woodent a looked at in the states, that 'ud now be thankfully received and no questions axed. You can say, and truly, that I'm worth more 'an my weight in gold, for I've got quarter of a tun of it in store at San Francisco, besides a sprinkling of dimunds.

We have a sort of make shift government here, (no allusion to the paragraff above,) got up extruperry as one may say, that ansers purty wel for a nu kuntry. Gen. Smith aint nobody. He is a clever chap and a spunky, no doubt o' that, but he hainst got no more athority than a child in arms, if thar was sich a thing in the settlement. He ishoos genral orders and proclamashuns and sich truck, and the people read 'em, perlite literatoor being scarce; but wen they 've red 'em, they larf, and shet one eye, and go and do just as they

A stream runnin' into Feather river, and partikarly rich in gold, has recently been diskivered | d—n pleese. It's allus so in nu kuntries. by a German kumpany, and they have skewered the joint onership by the threatening to knife any one they catch poaching on their fork. In honor of some outlandish Dutch water privilege, they call it the river Rhine-o. Some of the xplorin 'sociation which has gone far into the interyeur, sends word that the sile there is all solid gold sot with roobees, but nobody bleves these out lying parties.

The depth of the odiferous sands on the Sacrymento is forty-eight feet eleven inches and three quarters. Wherever we find traces of gold, we sink shafts and draw it up with horses. The sand is so tarnation heavy it puts the mustangs to their metal, I tell you; but ther 's no help for 'em they must hang on with all their might and mane, or down they go, and then its all up with 'em.

Agriculture in Californy is purty much left to natur. It sticks in folks' crop to be soeing corn when they can dig gold, and so they all go to the placers to make hay while the sun shines. This is the monster deposit bank of the uneversal world, and we 're all casheres and directors. Bring yer 'taters here if you want 'em dug, we can't take the trouble to raise 'em. The only wegetable we cultyvate is the root of all evil, and if you 'll send us the frutes of the earth, you can have that exchange.

The rainy season being over, the weather is settled. I bleeve the heat has n't been below 99 for a week, which, with bad rum, has proved fatal to some constitooshuns. Emigrants of all kinds and kuntries keeps pourin' in by land and water, and the popalashun is very promiscous. We 'Mericans keep the upper hand of furriners

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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
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.

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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 damp-
As meteors are quenched
In a stagnant swamp-
Thus 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 light-
Squire and knight,
And damosel's glances,
Sunny romances
So pure and bright!

These have vanished,
And what remains?
Life's budding garlands
Have turned to chains-
Its beams and rains

Feed but docks and thistles

And sorrow whistles

O'er desert plains!

The dove will fly
From a ruined nest-
Love will not dwell
In a troubled breast-
The heart has no zest
To sweeten life's dolor-
If 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!


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


MANY years ago a Hoosier, who had just struck New Orleans for the first time, after his flatboat was made snug and fast, went up to see the sights of the city. Passing St. Charles, he stopped immediately in front of the St. Charles Hotel, and, looking up, seemed to scrutinize the building with the eye of an architectural connoisseur.

After satisfying his gaze, he asked a passer-by what building it was; on being told it was a hotel, he inquired for the entrance, and being shown, he ascended the steep steps. Approaching the office, he asked for the landlord, of whom he inquired if he could get "a bite" to eat. Mr. E. R. Mudge, who was the host at that time, and who is a host at all times, humoring the fellow, told him he could do so by paying a dollar. After considering for some time on this item, and gravely looking his host in the face, he said, "Well, I'll go it; thar's my dollar; whar's your din"Well," said the other, with a smile, it is not ready yet, but take a seat at the table, and you can amuse yourself with the papers for half an hour, when you will hear the gong, which will inform you that the dinner is ready." "The gong, what's that?" asked the Hoosier. "Oh, you will find out when you hear it," replied Mudge. Satisfied with this answer, the Hoosier, after looking around him, sat down and rummaged over the papers. Time sped on at its customary rate, when suddenly the gong sounded, and, as usual, the crowd moved for the dining-room.


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Recovering from his astonishment at the noise of the gong, and scenting the delicious fumes of the dinner, the Hoosier made a rush through the

crowd for a seat, but, being met by the host, he

was conducted to his allotted chair. The gentlemen seated on each side of him, as well, as the gentleman opposite to him, had their wine before


After finishing his soup, and having his plate well filled, the Hoosier observed the gentlemen

helping themselves freely to wine, and so, seizing the bottle of his right hand neighbor, he attempted to help himself, when he was modestly informed that the wine was "private." The Hoosier did not seem to comprehend, and, with a blank sort of look resumed his knife and fork. On laying them down again, and having apparently come to 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, and it being a hard case, thought he would make another trial anyhow. So reaching across the table he seized the bottle opposite to him, and was just in the act of filling his glass, when his vis-a-vis reechoed "Private wine, sir, if you please," and withdrew the bottle from the fearful leakage it was about to undergo.

The " green un," becoming enraged at being

a general simpering and tittering among the waiters, turned on the servant who stood at the back of his chair, and who had taken away his plate with an oath to bring back his plate, and that if for the fifth or sixth time, and cried out to him did n't draw his picker on him," and, suiting the he took it away again, "he'd be dod rod if he action to the word, put his hand into his bosom, showing the handle of a huge bowie knife.

After this, things went on quietly, till the des Russe pudding was set right before the Hoosier. sert was put on the table, when a large Charlotte This he immediately drew near his plate, and looking right and left at his neighbors he helped himself to a large portion of it. Keeping his eye fixed on the dish, while eating, he perceived his right-hand neighbor attempting to withdraw the the Hoosier to him," that thar puddin' is private dish from him. No you don't, Mister," said pudding." The left-hand gentleman, not observing what had passed, then said, "Allow me to take this pudding, sir?" that thar pudding," said the Hoosier, with a scowl, 'No, you can't take "that's private pudding." And he rehelped himself.

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Shortly after the gentleman opposite was in the Mister," said the Hoosier, with a look of triumph. act of drawing the dish over to him. "Hold on, "I'd have you to know that that pudding is prithumb to his nose, and made sundry gyrations with vate pudding," while at the same time he put his his fingers.

"You can't come it over me," he continued, feeling that a joke had been practised

upon him.

"Private wine, eh!"

The attention of the table being attracted during the latter scene, the gentlemen around burst into a roar of laughter, and soon the whole story was whispered from one to another. The thing took so well that every gentleman was induced to send his bottle to the Hoosier with his compliments; lord. Hiccoughing, as he left the table, he turned and our green un," soon became as merry as a (hiccough) fellows, you (hiccough) could n't (hieround to the gentlemen and said: " 'Well, old cough) come it over (hiccough) me with your (hiccough) private wine." The glasses fairly danced this last remark created, and the Hoosier, staggeron the table with the uproar and laughter which ing out of the room, made the best of his way to

his boat.-New Orleans Delta.

From Eliza Cooke's Journal.

I LOVED the winter once with all my soul,
And longed for snow-storms, hail, and mantled

And sang their praises in as gay a troll

As Troubadours have poured to Beauty's eyes.
I deemed the hard, black frost a pleasant thing,
For logs blazed high, and horses' hoofs rung out;
And wild birds came with tame and gentle wing
To eat the bread my young hand flung about.

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