Rensselaer Gazette, Volume 3, Number 7, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 8 June 1859 — Going to Dissolve the Union. [ARTICLE]

Going to Dissolve the Union.

The Mobile (Ala.) Mercury states boldly that there are at present active movements going on in the City of Mobile with a view to the dissolution of the Union. The JMercury says: “ The times are now ripe for the organization of a political movement in the iiiareholding States, irrespective, of course, of &U ! old party designations; end there are pecu- | liar reasons why such a movement should be | undertaken no.v end hce. Indeed, we are j credibly in.ormed that conferences have al- : ready been held by leading patriotic gentle- | men in this city, of all parlies,and the plans J of a Southern organization have been set on toot and almost matured, preparatory to action. We earnestly hope the good work may go on and speedily The countiv, we repeat, is ripe for the movement; and, if judiciously inaugurated, it will sweep over the land with a force that no opposition will be able to check. W e therefore caution our friends in ttie country, everywhere, to be prepared for it, and to keep themselves free from all | entangling alliances which may hinder them from joining untrameled.” O^7"A native American drunk carne off on Sunday night last, upon the hill-side near the toll-hot;.se. between 3lud and Diamond Sptings. ’J' xt morning were discovered the mortal . of a defunct Digger. M bother he tn.-k Ids departure for the celestial hunting-grounds by accident or design, is not to he ascertained, as no live Indian has since been seen near the above-men-tioned spot. Contrary to custom he was decently buried, sans ceremonie —in the warm ground from whence (he beautiful flowers spring, and where it is believed all good Indians turn their angels and fly away to the Elysium of bows and arrows. “Perished thus the luckless Digger, Perished, too, from drinking whisky, Strychnine w hisky, sharp as lightning, Ruin-blue and Minnie rifle— Knock-’em-sLiff, and flaming red -eye— Such as kids 'em at the counter, Forty rods, or any distance. Perish 'd thus the wretched Injin, By imbibing strychnine whisky, Sold by some confounded bummer. At a Lit a glass, or cheaper— Strychnine whisky—strychnine!” California paper.