is the good of my people. Must I be constrained to see my State inundated by foreign bandits? No." When Ferdinand heard the answer he bit his lips till they bled, and asked if the Austrian army could not go by sea; and he even went so far as to pronounce a learned opinion on the probabilities that the sea would not dry up before the fleet could arrive. Something was said about an English fleet off the coast of Sicily about that time, and Ferdinand bit his lips again. He had discovered the author of Il Cuore Trafitto, and the impudent del Carretto did not seem disposed to help him in this business of the Austrian army.

The King grew desperate. "The hour has come," said he, "to steel the heart against mercy, and make the rebels tremble." He put all his troops under arms: and to encourage them to drink the blood of their brothers, he made many promotions-created two Lieutenant-Generals, one of whom was the notorious del Carretto; four Marshals, one of whom was the notorious General Landi, another butcher of men, women and children. Throughout the kingdom discontent and terror were at the last point. At Palermo it was a crime to have a portrait or a medal of Pius IX. on the person, or in the house. Such is the boasted veneration of Catholic tyrants for the Head of the Catholic Church.

To undertake a history of the scenes of brutality, massacre, and blood which followed, or even to trace in outline the heroic achievements of the Sicilian people during that glorious attempt at independence, does not form any portion of our design. Large volumes have already been written on these subjects alone. Such services as had been rendered by these lieutenants of the kingdom could not fail of their reward.

(To be continued.)

BOYHOOD MEMORIES.

BY HORACE DRESSER.

RAY, let me see thy face again, dear river,

PRAY

All smiling as it used to be,

When in thy solitudes I mused and never

Saw but the Beautiful in thee.

Bright stream, thou never hadst sincerer lover-
Thou wast in all my boyhood's dreams;

I left thy lovely banks and bowers, however,-
That day-how long ago it seems!

Forget, I never can, do try remember,
What once befell me on thy brink:
It came to pass one morning in November,
Just after break of day, I think-

With dreams of muskrat caught, I left my pillow,
And soon was creeping down thy bank;
A treacherous bough, old root, or frosty willow,
Gave way-and down I fell and sank!

My gun and traps, and spears and fishing tackle,
Old homestead now doth know no more;
The well, the trees, the road, the old hens' cackle,
Are all I find of days of yore.

They say the shad have fled thy waves for ever,
And salmon, too, have quit thy springs;

The seine, canoe, old captain S., however,
Are 'mong my memory's treasured things!

I said, I quit thee-ay-and went to college,
But ne'er forgot thy peaceful looks—

There, days and years I spent in search of knowledge,

In Homer-Hesiod-other books:

I read about an ancient classic river,

Pactolus named, whose yellow stream

Transmutes its sands to gold, unheard of ever,

Except in Alchymy's wild dream!

But though unknown to Fame, I love thee better,
A rocky, winding, Indian stream,

Than all the names to which old Greece is debtor,
For poet's song or fabled theme:

The red-man loved thee, and along thy border,

His lodge in forest rudeness reared

There lived and roamed till times took on new order, And axe-man's blows thy woodlands cleared.

Didst note the time I strolled thy banks, the rather
Than listen to what parsons say,

On one Thanksgiving morn so apt to gather
Those who have wandered far away?
Till I the goal of life shall pass, dear river,
Oft-oft-may I those steps retrace;

I joy, am glad, rejoice, give thanks whenever
I see paternal dwelling-place!

Dear birth-place-childhood's home-and native river, How bright and blest ye all have been!

Be far away the day, O yes, for ever,

Whose dawn shall change your gladsome mein: That day-may it be turned to darkest earth-night, The Urite curse upon it rest

Their love shall ever be my sacred birth-right,
O may they be for ever blest!

Loved stream, dost thou not well remember Nero,
The faithful dog that kept with me?
I'll tell a tale of him-myself the hero-
And how acquaintance came to be:
A tiny boy, a mile away from mother,
Intent on what I went to get,

Beneath a barn-floor deep in dust and smother,
I held first time my canine pet!

He lived and loved, and was my boyhood's fellow;
Would spring, and leap, and bound and run,
And fill the woods with voices clear and mellow,
If chance I took with me my gun:

n-he fell-became a sleeper

Old age came on—

I buried him beside a tree!

When I go home his grave I seek, a weeper,

And think o'er Nero's love for me.

When I am weak and near to die, dear river,

This thought shall ever bring me peace-
That friends will take me back to thee, and never
Leave my sick couch till I decease:

Yes-when I sleep and have this life departed,
May old town-bell toll off my years—
Mine ashes be where I life's journey started,
And those who love me shed their tears!

THE CONTEST IN ILLINOIS-SENATOR DOUGLAS ON POPULAR SOVEREIGNTY-EXTRACTS FROM HIS SPEECH, DELIVERED ON THE OCCASION OF HIS RECEPTION AT CHICAGO, JULY 9, 1858.

I

CAN find no language which can adequately express to this vast assembly my profound gratitude for the magnificent welcome which you have extended to me on this occasion. This vast sea of human faces indicates how deep an interest is felt by the people in the great questions that agitate the public mind, and underlie the foundations of our free institutions. A reception like this, so vast in numbers that no human voice can be heard to its extremes, so enthusiastic that no one man can be the object of the enthusiasm, clearly shows that there is some great principle which sinks deep in the heart of the masses, involves the rights and liberties of a whole people, that has brought you together with a unanimity and a cordiality never before excelled, if equalled, on any occasion. I have not the vanity to believe it is any personal compliment to me. It is an expression of your devotion to that great principle of self-government to which my life for many years past has been, and, in the whole of the future, will be, devoted. If there is any one principle dearer and more sacred than all others in free governments, it is that which asserts the right of every people to form and adopt

their own fundamental laws, and to manage and regulate their own internal affairs and domestic institutions.

When I found an effort being made during the recent session of Congress to force a constitution upon the people of Kansas against their will, and to force that State into the Union with a constitution which the people had rejected by ten thousand majority, I felt bound, as a man of honor, as a representative of Illinois, bound by every consideration of duty, of fidelity, and of patriotism to resist, to the utmost of my power, the consummation of that fraud.

With others I did resist it, and resisted it successfully, until the attempt was abandoned. We forced them to refer that constitution back to the people of Kansas, to be accepted or rejected, as they should decide, at an election which is fixed for the first Monday of August next. It is true, that the mode of reference, and the form of submission, were not such as I could sanction with my vote, for the reason that it discriminated between Free States and Slave States-providing that if they came in with the Lecompton Constitution, they could be received with 35,000, but if they chose to demand another Constitution, more consonant with their' sentiments and their feelings, they should not be received into the Union until they had 93,420 inhabitants.

I did not consider that mode of submission fair, for the reason that any election is a mockery which is not free, any election is a fraud upon the rights of the people which holds out inducements for affirmative votes, and penalties for negative votes; but while I was not satisfied with the mode of submission-while I resisted that mode to the last, demanding a fair, a just, a free mode of submission-still when the law passed placing it within the power of the people of Kansas, at that election, to reject the Lecompton Constitution, and then make another in harmony with their opinions and their principles, I did not believe that either the penalties on the one hand, or the inducements on the other, would force that people to accept a Constitution to which they are irreconcilably opposed. All I can say is, that if their votes can be controlled by such considerations, all the sympathy which