parallel is not so minutely exact as could be desired.  It is sufficiently so, however, for purposes of scenic representation.  An humble cottage (if built of logs, the better) forms the Arcadian background of the stage.  This rustic paradise is labelled Ashland, Jaalam, North Bend, Marshfield, Kinderhook, or Baton Rouge, as occasion demands.  Before the door stands a something with one handle (the other painted in proper perspective), which represents, in happy ideal vagueness, the plough.  To this the defeated candidate rushes with delirious joy, welcomed as a father by appropriate groups of happy laborers, or from it the successful one is torn with difficulty, sustained alone by a noble sense of public duty.  Only I have observed, that, if the scene be laid at Baton Rouge or Ashland, the laborers are kept carefully in the backgrouud, and are heard to shout from behind the scenes in a singular tone resembling ululation, and accompanied by a sound not unlike vigorous clapping.  This, however, may be artistically in keeping with the habits of the rustic population of those localities.  The precise connection between agricultural pursuits and statesmanship I have not been able, after diligent inquiry, to discover.  But, that my investigations may not be barren of all fruit, I will mention one curious statistical fact, which I consider thoroughly established, namely, that no real farmer ever attains practically beyond a seat in the General Court, however theoretically qualified for more exalted station.

It is probable that some other prospect has been opened to Mr. Sawin, and that he has not made this great sacrifice without some definite understanding in regard to a seat in the cabinet or a foreign mission.  It may be supposed that we of Jaalam were not untouched by a feeling of villatic pride in beholding our townsman occupying so large a space in the public eye.  And to me, deeply revolving the qualifications necessary to a candidate in these frugal times, those of Mr. S. seemed peculiarly adapted to a successful campaign.  The loss of a leg, an arm, an eye, and four fingers reduced him so nearly to the condition of a vox et praeterea nihil that I could think of nothing but the loss of his head by which his chance could have been bettered.  But since he has chosen to balk our suffrages, we must content ourselves with what we can get, remembering lactucas non esse dandas, dum cardui sufficiant,—­H.W.]

I spose you recollect thet I explained my gennle views
In the last billet thet I writ, ’way down frum Veery Cruze,
Jest arter I’d a kin’ o’ ben spontanously sot up
To run unannermously fer the Preserdential cup;
O’ course it worn’t no wish o’ mine, ‘twuz ferflely distressin’,
But poppiler enthusiasm gut so almighty pressin’
Thet, though like sixty all along I fumed an’ fussed an’ sorrered,
There didn’t seem no ways to stop their bringin’ on me forrerd: 
Fact is, they udged the matter so, I couldn’t