Rensselaer Republican, Volume 17, Number 16, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 25 December 1884 — Page 7

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The population of Nevada is steadily dwindling away. The Carson Tribune estimate* that there are-now not More than. 12,000 voters in -the State. ' In 1876 there were cast 20,467 votes, and in 1880 the total vote Was 16,711. Only one county has 3,000 voters, and •of all the others only three a voting population in excess of 1,000 each. One county is credited with 200 voters only, and there are five counties whose -combined vote will not exceed 2,500. The wages of servant girls in Liverpool, average $6.68 per month; in Marseilles, $6.75; in Philadelphia, sl4. "Wages of cooks in Liverpool, average $9; in Philadelphia, S2O. The consular Teport indicates that the average paid to all servants of this class in England is about $3.84, in France about $6.27, and in this country, while the wages ■are somewhat lower than at Philadelphia or in other large cities, the average is at least sls. If we suppose that there are now 1,200,000 employed in this country, their wages are about $216,000,000. There has been much betting of late that some people have got so into the spirit of the thing that they can not refuse odds. One of these fellows was met by a friend recently in Portland, Oregon, and saluted with the remark: ■“Hello , drunk again, are yon?" “No, shir, not b’anv means.” “Oh, yes, you are boilin’.” “I’shay, ’tain’t so; I’m sober as you.” “Well, I bet you ten to one that you're drunk.” “Hash all right; I’ll take.” Here another friend interposed and said to the inebriated one: “Look here, don’t be foolish enough to bet on it, even if he gives you ten to one, because you know you’re drunk.” “Yesh, I know that, but just look at the odds.”

One of tbe most impartial incidents •of tbe presidential contest of 1884, one which illustrates above all the absolute fairness of the American people, is found iii the death by dynamite of the two employes .of the factory at Slouchsburg. One wag a Democrat and the other a Republican, and they paired off to- the deadly task of running B 0 per cent, cartridges for a political parade. They were certain one of the twain would be killed, it having been determined that the survivor should cast his vote and explode the cartridges. They shot up simultaneously, however, into the starry empyrean and fell with absolute imparti* ality into the territory of coroners of their respective political creeds. After the nomination of. Horace <Jr<|ely for the presidency, in 1872, Wliitelaw Reid, Mr. Albert, of Balti/more, and a number of other gentlemen Bad a dinner. One bottle of wine was left after all had been satisfied, and it was agreed to place on it an inscription to the effect that it was not to be drank until after the election of a Democratic president. All present affixed their signatures to the agreement, and Mr. Albert has religiously preserved the bottle ever since, and now has it in his possession, with the signitures still legible. As a Democratic president has been elected, and as no arrangenent was made as to who should drink the wine, Mr. Albert will send it to Presi-dent-elect Cleveland, with an explanatory letter.

A favorite amusement of Dom Pedro IL 'b f Brazil is to leave his gorgeous turnout in a side street, and, accompanied by a gray-haired chamberlain and a stalwart life-guardsman, walk the distance of a square or more to a manufactory or other establishment and surprise the proprietor and employes by his sudden and unannounced appearance among them. Of course he is given the liberty of the establishment, and he takes his time in examining the machinery and modus operandi. With a kind word of encouragement and commendation, he goes away, perhaps to pay a similar visit to another establishment. These visits he makes impartially to the mechanical and mercantile establishments controlled by ioreigners as well as natives. Forepaijgh’s famous white elephant, <( Light of Asia,” that had its sanctity •established at great expense through the mediumship of advertising, recently died in Philadelphia, and the remains have been forwarded to the College of National Science in Chicago. It is presumed this is some stroke of Providence visited upon the sacred beast for allowing herself to be abducted from the temple in Burmah; at any rate the ordinary elephants made a terrible uproar at her death, and Bocks, one of the largest'.in the herd, pulled his leg from its socket in endeavoring to escape , from his chains. The demise of the “Bight es Asia” produces a sensation the circus and elefan tine circles, aha/now Chicago science has the honor of having the “sacred” remains confined to her care. Mother Mary Frances Clare, the nun of Kenmare, has come to this country to raise at least $250,000 among the good people of the United States. When she has collected this amount, ehe will peck it in her little hand-bag and go back to England, to found an

—» - -w -■» t --;r ■ > . establishment whore young girls and women are to be taught their duty as wives and motners, and be fitted Toi home circle. This is an excellent scheme, and. there is proably plenty ol room for such missionary work on the, other side of the water, but the average American does not love his English brother sufficienlargt sums for-tlite~ sake of providing him with a good, wife. If Mother Mart Clare will agree to establish a matrimonial bureau in this country, in connection with her school, -she may then hope to realize handsomely on her collooting tour.

John C. Calhoun was buried in St. Philips’ churchyard, in Charleston, Scuth Carolina, in 1850, where his remains have since lain. At the late session of the State Legislature. $3,000 was appropriated to erect a sarcophagus as a pernianent mark of the resting-place of the great statesman. The sarcojihagns was built on the precise spot of the old tomb, of Vermont granite. In design and execution it is one of the handsomest monuments in the South. The grave of Calhoun was recently opened and the remains removed to their new receptacle. Major Courtney, ex-Judge McGrath, who acted as marshals at Calhoun’s funeral more than thirty years ago, General Me Grady, and several others were present. The coffin was well preserved, as well as a wreath of laurels and cypress placed on the coffin when it w-as buried. It was placed in the new tomb, which was then sealed up.

Chicago Current: There has re- ■*> turned to St. Paul an honored citizen, Judge Flandrau, who has been around the world; and in his recital to the Pioneer-Press he has said more in half a column than most authors have been able to squeeze into a whole volume of travels* Canton surprised him; it has a million people. He saw Colonel Mosby, the ex-confederate, at Hong Kong, and Arabi Hey at Colombo, Ceylon. Cairo is the most cosmopolitan city in the world; the mosque of Mehemet Ali is the finest building the Judge ever looked upon. He saw an ostrich ranch with several thousand birds; the eggs are hatched by steam. All Egypt is in the hands of the British, just as mack as India. Rome iB having a great building boom; it reminds the Judge of a Western town; money could be made there by a Western real estate speculator. Vienna is as handsome as Chicago, and as full of life. Blarney Castle is the finest ruin the Judge saw. He was gone just six months, the exact length of time he desired to spend, and his opinion of the earth has not lessened because he could so easily girdle it with railroad and steamship tickets.

An extraordinary surgical operation was recently performed at the Mercy Hospital in Chicago by Dr, Edmund Andrews. Some six mftnths ago the of the operation swallowed caustic ammonia, presumably by mistake. The result was that the lower part of his gullet was ulcerated or cauterized, and became contracted, and the stomach began to suffer.- The sufferer was threatened with starvation, as he could not swallow food of any kind. He was then placed under the treatment of Dr. Andrews, who succeeded by the use of instruments in opening the gullet sufficiently to permit the passage of liquid food, such as raw eggs, milk, etc. The patient believed after a time that lie could depend on himself, withdrew from the hospital; but either through lack of care or through nervousness, was not able to use the instruments as recommended by Dr. Andrews in opening the food-passage or swallow-pipe. He had to return to the hospital, and Dr. Andrews failed in all efforts to open the gullet so as to admit of food of any kind. As a last resort he made an incision in the abdomen directly over the stomach, and by the use of the forceps pulled the latter organ through the wound, sewed it to the skin to keep it in the required position. He theu cut into the stomach, inserting a tube through which porridge, milk, eggs, and food of a like nature have been introduced. It is now five weeks since the operation described was performed; and the patient has daily grown stronger. Dr. Andrews fears that the external opening will have to be permanent, thongh he yet has hopes that the gullet may yet be opened sufficiently to permit of the sufferer’s taking food in the natural way. The case has, as might be expected, attracted great attention from the medioal profession.

Their Ignorance.

"Walter and his little sister arrived fearlv one morning in Albany, where, with their mother, they were to spend the day with an old friend of hers, who has a home more elegant than the children had ever seen. After quite an elaborate breakfast the children were overheard in conversation by their mother. “Wasn’t it lovely!” Florence was oonfiding to her brother—“so many things kept coming, and there was so much glass, all different colors, and such beautiful plates, and flowers, and such lots of fruit—” <. '-y “Pooh!” interrupted Walter, who. in reality, had been quite overpowered by the breakfast, but who never lost an opportunity to assume a patronizing tone toward his sister, “why, the poor things didn’t know enough to have griddle cakes!*— Harper's Bazar.

HISTORIC CITIES.

A Btrd’H-Ky* View of Some of the Cltje* Fainoua In Story atiul Son*. Alexandria sits demurely by the sea, an oriental mauleu attracted to the sandy shore bf the Mediterranean to uarter her spices, silks, mats, with the nfidel, concluding to remain there and wonder no more. Jaffa lifts up her head from a rocky cliff, and suth one hand salutes the -Vl editerranean, and, with the other welcomes the caravans from Damascus and Jerusalem. Jerusalem is still the child of laith, dwelling where little growß, where there is naturally little trade, or commerce, or manufacturing; drawing her supplies mysteriously from the rooks and the skies; yet different races, different religions, different civilizations believe in hei, and huddle together about her, awaiting something that does not appear. Jerusalem, sitting alone on the rocky side of Judea, is the snbliobe child of faith, coming of faith in the past, looking forward to the future by faith. Damascus is the fair maid issuing from the Abana or Baroda, mysteriously changing its musical waters into Olive groves, tropical luxuriance, aud a teeming population, and sitting in queenly robes, with her ff et in the sands of the desert of the Hanron, amid mosques and minarets, and robed men, smoking the nargileh ou divans, or by playing fountains or cooling streams.

Beirut, standing proudly on a penin-sula-shaped headland on one side of a beautiful crescent bay, is the commercial or moral mistress of Syria, sending the currents of life up the French highway to Damascus as the heart sends the blood through the artery to the head. Smyrna is the mistress of two ages and civilizations, reposing on a quiet plateau by the sea, welcoming the commerce of the West, guarding the grave of Polvcarp and the manners and forms of the East. Constantinople at a distance is the slightest of the cities, but on approaching near yoti. see she wears a mask, and behind that mask you perceive restlessness, discontent, perfidy and sullen waiting lor revolution or chaos. Athens is the bride of the cities. She holds in one hand a broken marble pointing to the ruins of her art in the heroic ages—the art which lifts conquered the world—and in the other the scepter of new springing power. Naples, as we approach itby steamer from the south and round the point, rises up out of the sea as a charming, timid apparition shrinking away from Vesuvius, who holds a smoking brand in one hand, shaking it over her head, and yet afraid to go in the other direction, as he thrusts the other hand in his subterranean pocket, touching the secret springs that let off convulsions in Ischia and the regions beyond her. Rome, the attractive, the interesting, the historic, the hider and the revealer of the secrets of her mother, the “Mistress of the World,” sitting in a royal way on her seven hills—full as she is of art and history—is nothing else, in form, so much as she is a saint. She is the high priestess in her ten —of the cities of the earth. Religion is scrolled upon her buildings, outside and inside, on her streets, on her calendar, on her garments, on her food and I do not know how far this sainthood strikes in, or what it is worth. I speak only of color. t Florence, one of the queens, reposes half asleep, half awake, in a beautiful cradle of the Appenines, dreaming over the splendors of the p%st, displaying still a matchless profusion of the art treasures, and beguiling those who came under the influence of her charms through labyrinths of plastic and painted beauty. Venice, the daughter of commerce, sits with her feet in the Adriatic, snuffing the breezes of the sea, browned and weather-beaten and her robes soiled, as they toyed with the gondoliers and water sprites so long. Paris is the city of sentiment. Not so much ideas or principles, or even prudence or policy, as sentiment, reigns. The inspiration of her patriotism is the love of glory; of her letters and art, the desire to gratify artificial demands and tastes rather than to exalt humanity ; of her efforts in dress and manners, to create and maintain a bland imperial goddess, Fashion, and compel others to worship at her shrine. Sentiment is the height and depth, length and breadth of the popular feeling. It iB curious to note that painters and sculptors in Paris do not rely on the expression of soul, of character, in their works so much as on intrinsic circumstances, sensational attitudes, combinations, adjuncts. If yon see a statue of Liberty on a column in a public square, she is represented as standing on tiptoe on one foot, throwing the other far up in the air behind, leaning forward with a flaming torch in her hand, and her wings spread as if eager to leave the spot and fly away to the end of the earth, while yonr whole thought is absorbed in the figure, and you have no interest in the face. You see no character, no truth, no ideal. You have a sensational display, Yet Paris in her clean robes is attractive and beantifnl. —Albany Ex [tress

Brooks’ Oversight.

The story of the man who religiously wound up his clock every day for ten years, and then found out it was an eight-day clock, has amused the world from time immemorial. The following story is of the same kind, but the point is emphasized by the fact that it had actual occurrence in San Francisco. Brooks, the ar.ist, had his studio for a great many years on the top floor of a building on Clay street. His pictures of still life have met, in latter years, with considerable appreciation, and, in a modest way, he is comfortably fixed. Bat, for a long while, his lot was a hard one, and there was but little money available in his pockets. His studio became noted for the stuff and tnbbish it contained The corners o. the room were dumps of artistic debris buried under three layers of dust. Brooks was not a good tenant. His rent was not promptly paid. It would accumulate for months —even years—and then. nnJer threat of execution, be 1 qnidated by a picture. The relations between landlonl and tenant were not txactlj of a nature to allow of conces-

sions, and so Brooks' request for running water in bis room was net acceded -to. For seven or eight years the old man went down, twice a day, three flights of stairs end up again the same narrow way, with a bucket of water drawn from the fancet on the first floor. It was bard work for the old fellow, and occasioned semi-daily 'bursts of profanity. It happened one day, that a wealthy ladjy took 0 fancy to a large painting of a ]*eucoek —a work on which Brooks had spent much time and talent. She bought the picture for a good round snm, and the artist felt so wealthy thathe determined to clean, renovate and decorate his stndio. The place was cleared, swept, washed and painted. In one comer, under an accumulation of diversified rubbish, was discovered a plain, simple little fancet The discovery nearly sent Brooks crazy. Even to this day, the thought of the steps up, bnd the steps *’owa. and the violent language he might have spuiefl himself, puts him into an easily understood rage. —American Queen.

Spotted by Detectives.

While standing on Fifth avenue the reporter was accosted by a young man who is employed and bolds a responsible position in one of our leading business houses, and who saluted the reporter thus: “Come and take a walk with me, and I will show you something that will make a story for your readers.” The scribe, anxious and willing to take a hand in anything that would lead to an item of interest, accompanied the young man down the avenue, and as the pair passed along the clerk, in a sort of whisper, bade the reporter look back and observe a little man dressed in dark clothes skulking along the sides of the houses. The man didn't mingle with the throng on the sidewalk, but kept a certain distance behind the scribe and his friend. “l r ou see him do you ?” said the young clerk. “Now, let me tell yon who he is. He’s a detective employed in a private capacity and I am the one under surveillance. Don’t drop back. I am not guilty of anything that may make you ashamed to walk with me, and for goodness sake don’t look back again or the will ‘tumble’ that lam ‘onto’ him. Now let us go into this billiard-room and see if he follows me.” The clerk and scribe entered the room, and sure enough, in about five minutes, the man followed and took a seat some distance away. He seemed to interest himself in the game that was going on, But kept one eye in the direction of the clerk all the time. The reporter asked the reason of this strange proceeding, and the clerk replied: “Oh, it’s not strange; I am used to it now. That fellow is hired by my employer to shadow his clerks every night, He watches how much we spend, in fact watches everything we do and makes his report to the boss daily. The scheme is, as you can see, to tell if the employes spend a great deal of money, and if they do then the employer knows that their clerks are getting the best of him in some way, and the offender is accordingly discharged. This detective business has got to be a common thing and it’s done every night.” The scribe withdrew in a short time, leaving the clerk and his watcher in the room. “Is this thing of employes being dogged by d etectives ,hired by their employers a common thing?” asked the reporter of a private detective whom he met shortly after. “Well, I should say so,” was the -reply of the slouth-hound, with a knowing wink. “That’s where the best part of our work comes from. But how did you manage to tumble to it?” The scribe refused to give this away, and the detective started, off, saying, “I am on that lay now.” —Pittsburgh Leader.

Bar-Room Decoration.

With the flaunting bar-room and its pictorial nudities, theatrically lighted up under gorgeons satin canopies, the critic has nothing to do, except, perhaps, lament that art should be degraded by such surroundings. But another class than bar-room habitues may be expected to visit the restaurant, and one asks himself; Is it possible that any person of taste can more than once dine here, amid these gaudy surroundings and beneath that pretentiously painted ceiling, with its flyingf V) allegorical figures, which look as if at any moment they might drop upon the banqueters ? There is nowhere repose Aor the eye. One might suppose that the veriest tyro would see that with the comparatively low wails of the room such a heavily colored ceiling decoration is absurdly out of place Apparently the picture is not badly executed; but it is hard to say, for at no point in the room, or out of it, can it be seen as a whole. With such decorative nightmares as this as a warning, we shall probably find before long that a reaction has set ih, and rich simplicity will characterize future decorations that may be made in the-best hotels. There was a time ia Europe when gentlemen wore gayly colored silks and satins and much gold lace; but when the sumptuary laws were repealed, and the common people affected similar costumes and made them ridiculous by their unconscious travesties on them, the gentlemen took to plain broadcloth and relegated their finery to their servants, who to thus day wear it as a livery. Ladies have ceased to load their dresses with meaningless headings, buttons, and upholstery fringe, since the cook and the house-maid, by imitating them in cheaper materials, have shown them how vulgar these silly gewgaws really were. In the same way, before long, it will become the fashion, I hope, for hotels and restaurants which do not cater for the custom of gamblers and the swell mob to so furnish and decorate their rooms that nothing shall offend the eye or the senses of a person of taste. —The Art Amateur. <

Women as Coupon Counters.

The banking firm of Bothschild in London employs women exclnsively as coupon counters, and experience shows that tbey are far more reliable and intelligent than male employes.—Chicago Herald. ■ In Thibet one woman may have two, three, or even four husbands. When a Thibet woman wants a new bonnet she has only to let the fact be kriown, and the four husbands start on a race to the milliner store.

REMINISCENCES OF PUBLIC MEN.

BY BEN: FKRLKY POORE. Old Madeira wine has always been very popular in Washington, especially on the tables of their honors the justices of the supreme court. For many yea. s supplies were obtained from the old mer<antile houses in Alexandria, which had made direct importations prior to the Revolution, and in November, 1852, many Washington cellars were replenished at the sale of the private stock of wines and' liquors oi the late Josiah Lee, of Baltimore. Fifty demijohns of various brands of Madeira were struck off at prices ranging from $24 to $49 per gallon; and one lot of twenty-two bottles commanded the extreme price of $15.50 per bottle, which, at five bottles to the gallon, is at the rate of $77.50 per gallon. Mrs. Lydia Dickinson, wife of Daniel S. Dickinson, of New York, came to Washington in December, 1844, with her husband, when he had been appointed by Governor Bonck to fill the unexpired term of Nathaniel P. Talmadge, who had resigned when appointed Governor of Wisconsin. He was subsequently eleoted, so that he served from December 9, 1844, to March 3, 1851, daring which time his wife took a prominent part in the social life of the capital. She was tall and slender, i with dark bine eyes, dark brown hair and gentle manners. Both at her house at Washington and at her summer residence on the banks of the Schenango, she dispensed generous hospitality.

In 1852 Senator Dickinson was a delegate to the National Democratic Convention at Baltimore, and was pledged to the support of General Cass. After several fruitless ballotings, Virginia led off with a solid vote for Dickinson, and wonld have been followed by other States had he not risen and withdrawn his name in an eloquent and graceful speech. Constantine Catacazy presented his credentials as minister plenipotentiary from the Emperor of Russia on the 24th of September, 1869. He was accompanied by a magnificently beautiful woman, highly accomplished, whose dresses and jewels were soon a subject of conversation. After a while it was rumored that when Mr. Catacazy had been here, some fifteen years previous, as secretary of the Russian Legation, this same beautiful woman, then the wife of another, had lived under his protection sub rosa, at the neighboring village of Bladensburg. There was a good deal of scandal, and Mr. Fish, Secretary of State, found diplomatic reasons for requesting his recall. Newspaper correspondents, to whom Mr. Catacazy had given confidential information at their urgent request, appeared as witnesses against him, and finally formal coinplaint was sent to the Emperor. He directed his foreign office to ask in his name that the President “would tolerate” Mr. Catacazy until the visit of his son, the Grand Duke Alexis, was concluded. To this personal appeal” General Grant assented, but added as a condition that the offensive minister should have access to the President.. odlj when accompanied by the Grand Dnke, and then to hold no conversation whatever. It was also promised by the Emperor that, the dneal visit over, Mr. Catacazy should be at once recalled. In due time the Grand Duke Alexis arrived at Washington, and a lady thu3 described thn toilet of Madame Catacazy, when she welcomed him at the Russian Legation: “The dress was of gold color, made with a handsome train, and trimmed with gold-colored satin. On her right arm she wore the famous doubleband bracelet, one band being on the wrist and the other above the elbow, the two joined by a pair of most artistically and elaborately-wrought chains. The other ornaments were of plain gold, And above them all, and completing the picture, was the wealth of gold en hair, so long the marvel and envy of our belles.” This was the picture which met the gaze of the Prince as he entered the mansion. It stood beneath the heavy curtains that guarded the entrance to the main saloon. The face was wreathed in smiles, the hands uplifted, bearing a silver salver, on which was placed a round loaf of bread, in the top of which was an indenture holding a golden salt cellar containing salt. This loaf was of the plain, hard, black bread, which in Russia is served on the table of the Emperor as well as the peasant. This offering of salt and bread is an old and essentially Russian custom. Whenever the Emperor or any of the imperial family honors a subject with a visit, the hostess, as a token of welcome, performs the ceremony; and no matter how often the Prince had been the recipient of the honor, it is safe to say it was never more graciously offered or received. He simply took the uninviting loaf, broke and tasted of it, and returned it to the salver. The formal welcome was over, a few minntes spent in social converse, and at 9 p. m. snpper was announced, and the dining room made the objective point, and a snpper partaken of.

He Had Run for Office.

Mrs. De Blank—“ Well, I will try von, if yon have a good recommendation from yon last place.” Domestic—“A what mum?” \ - “A recommendation—a character.” “A charack ter, is it ye want?” An’ sich as yon ask me, me, for a charackter ?” “Well, well, and why not ?” “l’on mam —yon, the wife of a snakefhafe, a blackleg, a villain, the man what mnrdered his grandmother, sure, and stole the pennies from a dead panper’s eyes, you-——” “Mercy on ns! What are you talking about?” “l'er villain of a husband, of course. 1 Sure didn’t 1 rade the papers when he was mnnin’ for office?” —San Francisco Post

Bolling the Water.

When Swindells, of Anstin, was in New York, he saw a steam fire engine tot the first time. “Don’t you think it is a pretty good arrangement to put out a fire?” ' “Yes, it does the work better than the old hand engines we have in Austin, but what I can’t understand is why they boil the waters (before they squ rt it on the fire.”— lex** sifting*.

POLITICAL TOPICS.

not OHIO ELECTION. The special committee appelated by Congress to investigate tbe alleged misconduct of Marshal Lot Wright, tn the Ohio election, has beat tokof Cincinnati, but temporarily living at Washington, teetifled that he wae In Cincinnati the day or election; eaw the riot going on la the Plnm street district, but did not know who were the aggressota; heard person* say that respectable people wonld not go Into that district to vote; had beard that dupnty marshals took part In the riot. Theta were a great many unemployed negroes standing around the streets, and he was told they werefrom Kentucky. Frank P. Morgan, newspaper reporter, oi Washington, testified to being in Cincinnati election day; he saw several men from Washington there, acting aa deputy marshals and weartag metid badges. They were Moses Wright, John Wright and James Donnelly. Witness paid them a social call in the evening, and they produced buD-dog pistols, which were part of their equipment. They got their instructions lrom Lot Wright first, and were afterward drilled by Pennon Detective Rathbone. Rath bone, it waa general ly understood, had charge of the imported talent, gentlemen who had been summoned by the Republican National Committee, as sher said, to see a fair const. Witness visited a voting preettet in tbs Fourth Ward, and saw a good deal of fighting. The deputy marshals appeared to be overbearing, insolent, and Insulting. They were hard-looking characters, and seemed t%> be selected from the wept classes. Colored men went around swinging pi-tola as a policeman would swing his “billy.'The efforts of the Deputy Marshals tended rather tobreak tbe peace than to keep ft A week before election there had been a convention of colored Odd Fellows in Cincinnati, and the witness met a prominent colored man named Pledger, who told bfm that, while bd wa« in the city ostensibly to attend the convention, his real object was to carry the election. Witness said he belived ninety-nine ont of one hundred of these Deputy Marshals were roughs. They looked dissipated and capable of intimidating decent people. Hiram T. Doyle, who waa in Cincinnati election day as corre-ipondent-ot the Washington Sunday Herald, testified to the bad appearano# of the Depnty Marshals. He thought they kept a great many respectable men from the polls, and their p&senoe gave rise to a feeling es insecurity. O. P. C. Clark, Commissioner of Pensions, waa oalled and sworn, but, as he had not bad time to comply with the order of the oemmitjtae to bring certain papers with him, his was postponed. '

GEN. SHERMAN’ AND JEFF DAVIS. The Former Makes Public m Letter Written by Aleck Stephens. Gen. Sherman has made public a letter signed by Alexander H. Stephens, Vice President of the late Confederacy, addressed to H, V, Johnson, of Georgia, and dated CrawfordarUle, Ga., April 8,1864. Gen. Sherman says It waa loaned to him by Dr. H. C. Robbins, of Ores ton. 111., who obtained it en Mr. Jobn-.on’S premises in Georgia, in 1864, while surgeon of the One Hundred and First Illinois infantry. Mr. btephans’ letter is in reply to rne in which Mr. Johnson remonstrated with him for his supposed antipathy to President Davis. Mr. Stephens denies such a fesling,and says that in criticising the ast suspending habeas corpus ha bad been actuated by general principles. Ha goes on to say that bis feelings toward Mr. Davis are “more akin to suspicion and Jealousy than of animosity cr hate.* *1 hare regarded him," he says, "as a man of good intentions, weak and vacillating. I am now beginning to doubt bis good intentions. My reasons are these: Binc-e his first elevation to power he has changed many of his former State-rights principles, %s in the case of conscription. His whole policy—the organization and discipline of tbs anp.v -la perfectly consistent with the hypothesis that he is aimlng'at absolute power. Not a word has come from him showing disapproval of the military usurpation in the orders for martial law by Bragg and Van Pom, * * * Again, it is well known that the subject of a dictatorship has been mooted, talked of, and discussed id private tod in the public Journals, and that the most earnest advocates of such a course have b en editors near him, editors of Journals recognized aa organs of the administration. * • * These are bad signs. They.shonld put the country on its guard.* Mr. Stephens goes on to say that hia indignation is for the policy, not for the man. He again speaks of Mr. Davis’ weakness and imbecility, and says he has no more feeling of resentment toward him for theae defects than toward bis poor, old, blind and deaf dog. He says riot one-tenth of the people approve the acta of the administration. Gen. Sherman says it was the Stephens letter he referred to when he said Davis wsa trying to establish a despotism instead of a confederacy ot States. He said the letter waa captured in the latter part of November, 1864, by a party Ot foragers under his Immediate command. The foragers found the letter lira bo* with a number of other things while prodding the grounds of Johnson's residence with their bayonets for bnried objects. Geq. Sherman said be had a dozen letters like Johnson's letter, but nowhere is proof presented in so substantial a form's* in it. The other letters are ipom great men in the South and cover a portion of the tfround mentioned in the Stephens letter.

BAM RANDALL. A Southern Attack on th« Fnuujhula Congressman. The Louisville Courier-Journal recently printed a special dispatch from Washington —a dou ole-leader, with editorial approval—Utterly attacking ex-Speaker Samuel J. Randall, who was booked for speeches In Louisville sad several other Southern cities. It has created a genuine sensation in certain'political circles. Tim following is an extraetdrom the Courier-Jour-nal dispatch: The proposed visit of Sam Randall to Kentucky, Tennessee, and Alabama is well understood here to be a declaration of war by the protectionist* upon the revenue reformers ot the States in question. Joe Brown, of Georgia, is the Southern manager of this scheme. Mr. Randall's hope to to secure something like * demonstration at Louisville, which tbe protection newspapers can claim as a ribuke of Beck, Blackburn. Carlisle, and Willis; and another at Nashville to rebuke Isham G. Harris; and then a great uprising of iron workers at Birmingham, Ala.. to tell the world that there to a revolution of opinion on the tariff in the Bouth and a consuming fire for the Pennsylvania idea. Mr. Randall is expected to start out with the black flag in both hands. His friends say he has nothing to lose, and may make something by his expedition, while they hope to make a sensation. The general impression among politicians here to that Mr. Randall has lowered himself and shown bto true colors, in patting himself in the hands of a few cranks and aoroheed* who want to use him as a stiok to heat hia colleagues, whose only crimes are' that they are honest revenue ref or met* who represent their people and wonld reduce war taxea. The idea of aa ovation to a man who six months ago was acting with the Republicans to defeat a Democratic measure to scouted. Mr. Randall to not on speaking term* with the leaders of hie own par y, though on cordial terms with the Republicans. The story that be to a favorite with the new Presideat to flatty contradicted by those who know. It is even stated that tbe mention of Randall's name in connection with the Cabinet to offensive to Mr. Cleveland, who understands and believes that any suspicion of being Randall's friend wonld wreck his administration on the threshold.

POLITICS AND POLITICIANS, Gen. Geo. B. McClellan is only 58. Col. Ingebsoll is mid to hare mad* $25,000 from fifty lectures during the last two months. President Abthub is said to he enjoying more robust health and looking better than for years. The official vote of Dakota, just declared, is: Republican, 70,400; Democratic, 15,075; Republican majority, 55,334. Ben Bctleb has repurchased his famous mansion just south of the Capitol at Washington, which be sold to John Cassells the other day. Ben: Peklet Poore, the veteran correspondent.. is credited with inaugurating the wheel-barrow bet for elections about thirty yean ago. The majorities for the four amendments to the lowa Constitution voted for at the November election ranged as follows: First, changing day of election from October to November, 74408; eeoond, in relation to the number of District Judges, 39,792; third, reducing the number of grand jurors, 42,saaeawr- — 1 Thebe is no complaint at »w fudao tion in the South.