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ture of a man with a stick and bundle, with “Ran away from the subscriber” under it. The magic of the real presence of distress,- the imploring human eye, the frail, trembling human hand, the despairing appeal of helpless agony,- these he had never tried. He had never thought that a fugitive might be a hapless mother, a de- fenceless child,- like that one which was now wearing his lost boy’s little well- known cap; and so, as our poor senator was not stone or steel,- as he was a man, and a downright noble-hearted one, too,- he was, as everybody must see, in a sad case for his patriotism. And you need not exult over him, good brother of the Southern States; for we have some inklings that many of you, under similar cir- cumstances, would not do much better. We have reason to know, in Kentucky, as in Mississippi, are noble and generous hearts, to whom never was tale of suffer- ing told in vain. Ah, good brother! is it fair for you to expect of us services which your own brave, honorable heart would not allow you to render, were you in our place? Be that as it may, if our good senator was a political sinner, he was in a fair way to expiate it by his night’s penance. There had been a long continuous period of rainy weather, and the soft, rich earth of Ohio, as every one knows, is admira- bly suited to the manufacture of mud,- and the road was an Ohio railroad of the good old times. “And pray, what sort of a road may that be?” says some eastern traveller, who has been accustomed to connect no ideas with a railroad, but those of smoothness or speed. |
