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VOL. 1. T E TRINITY JOURNAL. “DEVOTED ‘TO THE INTERESTS ¢ OF TRINITY COUNTY. WEAVERVILLE, TRINITY COUNTY, CAL. SATURDAY MORNING, JUNE 28, 1856 .” TH TRINITY JOURNAL IS PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY MORNING BY SEAMAN GORDON. H. J. SEAMAN, D. EB. GORDON, Editors and Proprietors. Ofice on Main St. nearly opposite St. Charles Hotel. Terms.—The Journal will be furnished to sub scribers at the following rates: WON DUE POM les casesyens: “ six months,..._ “ three months.... .$10 00 5 00 3 00 following terms : A square consists of Ten lines, or less. ADVERTISEMENTS conspicuously inserted on the one square, first insertion. ..... For each subsequent insertion........ 200 A reasonable reduction from the above rates will be made to yearly advertisers. BOOK JOB PRINTING. Having recently made large additions to our stock of JOBBING MATERIALS, we are now prepared to execute every description of PLAIN FANCY PRINTING in the best style of the art, and with promptness and DESPATCH. I Orders from abroad for Apverrisina or Jon PRINTING, to ensure prompt attention, should in all cases be accompanied with the Casi. I Wouldn’t! Would You ? I wouldn’t give much for a girl with a bonnet That cost fifty dollars when it was new . Who sports a large muff with a haby tail on it. That hangs down in front of it just as it grew, I wouldn’t give much for this female would you ? I wouldn’t give much for a female who prances. Promenading all the thoroughfares through. Giving thanks to the clerks, or amorous glances. Enough to turn her eyes all askew. I wouldn't give much for this female ! would you The following is a reply to the above, written by a lady : I WOULDN’?® I would you ? I wouldn’t give much for a chap who has ‘ gone it,’ Till he’s run every cent of his legacy through . Whose simpering chin has a huge goatee on it. That hangs down on it just as it grew, I wouldn’t give much for this fellow would you? I wouldn’t give much for a chap with a collar. That’s made to stand up, almost over his ears. Who wears white kid gloves that cost over a dollar. And a coat that belongs to some knight of the shears, I wouldn’t give much for this fellow would you ? From Hutchings’ California Magazine.] Memories--To my Sister. BY MONADNOCK. Do you remember, my sister, Our home in the * Old Granite State,” In the days ere our family circle, Were ruthlessly broken by fate ? Do you remember in spring-time, The carpet of beautiful green, Then spread out before the old farm-house, While snow on the hill-tops was seen ? Do you remember our rambles, After sweet-scented, modest May flowers, That nestled in green pasture hillocks, And smiled in the warm April showers ? Do you remember the garden, And apple trees branching and strong, Where the beautiful red-breasted robins, Build their nests singing all the day long? Do you remember, dear sister, The Bible that lay on the stand, And how we all knelt down together And prayed in a family band ¢ Do you remember, one evening, How we knelt by our father’s bedside, Tlow kindly and fondly he blessed us Before he so peacefully died ? These remembrances haunt me, dear sister, In the vales of this far-off gold land And memory oft brings together The loved ones and last of our band. [From the Golden Era.] Sniktaw.”’ The following extract from ‘ Sniktaw’s” last letter we take from the Golden Era.— It is well worth reading : TO HER ROYAL MAJESTY, EMILY B, Sweet voyager to the calm and holy shores of Lethe beyond Jordan, to the land of com fort. The strains that whilo you evoked from your living lyre, fell upon my ear as soft and dulcet as the sweetest breathings of an Molian harp, when stricken by the noon breeze ; but there is no music that will sound in a fellow’s ears longer than six weeks at a time, and if you wish to hold the Orphean spell over me any longer, strike your lute once again, and I will be mute to listen. I would like to know what in blazes is the matter with you. If you don’t love me any longer, say so! It may be fun to you to suek the harpoon of love into me up to the handle, and then jerk on the line, in order to see me cut up all sorts of antics, but it is anything else to me. I have racked my brain for the last two weeks to guess what is the reason you don’t write, and after think ing over everything, have come to the con clusion that you are sick as blazes ; in my humble opinion, nothing but a long spell of sickness would keep you from writing. If you are, I would recommend you to keep a large supply of Radways Ready Relief, Webber's Invigorating Cordial, and Devine’s Lozenges on hand. A person ought never to be without a gallon of each ; they are first rate in all chronic cases, and will gen erally effect a cure in about three days ; nev er takes longer than a week. I see a notice in the papers where a man was laying on his back for five years, and could not rise ; one single application of the Relief cured him, and he straightway rose from the bed. That is what I call running pretty strong opposi tion to Christ raising the dead. But if you have gone plumb in, and don’t see any show of living more than three weeks, I would advise you to send for Dr. I see by his advertisement that he is about the only man in the State that understands our cases. He will probably charge pretty hea vy, but TI intend to pay the bill. What are a few slugs in this world! Tell him to charge it to Sniktaw. Talking about Snik taw, what do you think about that counter feit Sniktaw, that hails from Folsom ? Hard to fool you with their corn bread when there is biscuit around, ain’t it Em,? Speaking of Volsom, he says that the God of Nature has done a heap for that place. Well, I ex pect He has, but he forgot to say that Hu man Nature was running stronger opposi tion than the Cal, Stage Company ever did. He says that there are men there, in every sense of the word. Nobody doubts that ; I have never seen a place yet but what there was. Up this way, they range all the way from loafers to nabobs—from parasites to statesmen, and from statesmen down to for ty degrees below zero. He winds up by ex tending to the editors of this paper an invi tation to come to a ball up that way.— That was all right enough, but he ought to have sent ’em a change of shirts, and grab enough to last em till they got there — Pretty hard for three editors to travel 300 miles on $125. If you see anything of that Sniktaw around Grass Valley, I wish you would make the following proposals to him : I will sell out all the Sniktaw honor I have got to him for $15,000—one-half cash, and the balance in granite, at cash price ; or, if he will agree to immortalize both of us, I will give him my slow note on parchment for $2000 ; or, if he will agree to lay low and say nothing, I will immortalize both of us (and at the same time throw considerable of a bale around you) for $15,000, one-half, in granite, and the balance when he takes it out. By so doing, one bust would do for both of us. The State is in debt, and ev ery honest man ought to try and curtail ex penses. If none of these propositions suit, I am willing to leave everything to you. I would just as soon have one name as anoth er. If you want to give me another, I’ll use it, or if you would like to change your name, or do all in my power to help you. “Delta,” a literary poet of Todd’s Val ley, seems to take exceptions at the name of Sniktaw, also. All I am waiting for, is to get about a dozen of them chaps in range, and then I’ll whale ’em, sure. I see that the ‘ Hansum Kurnel” is rath er shy here lately , has not made any advan ces since he sent you his Daguerreotype— Nothing would afford me more pleasure than to get a side-winder at that man. He thinks because he wrote a few articles for the paper, and managed to get an interest in the ra, that he can have everything his own way. Some people in this world have a heap of brass. I actually believe that he would run for a seat in the Legislature, and think it was all right if the people would bring him out. In my humble opinion, Ex, you will give that man an almighty tall fling before you get through with him. It is said that “Freedom shrieked when Kusiusco fall | but O, cracky ! wont Venus do some pretty tall hollering when the “hansum kurnel” comes down, tearing them chequered pants all to smash! I hope you will make an ex ample of him. It is of no use for outsiders to try to make an impression when the gen uine article is in the field, and can’t read his title clear by a long shot. I would not won der at all if you flung me “sky-high, and worse than that,” before you get through with me. If you do, I won’t get mad at you, as I like to see you have your own fun , everything that affords you pleasure, is about the same as going to the circus for me. About two weeks since I drew out the following notices ' ‘Joined in the holy ties of wedlock, by the Rev. Mr. Dow, Jr., the gifted and majestic Snik taw, to the * high-steppin’”’ and eloquent Emily all one year after date, born into this world of sin and sorrow,Augustus Caesar Hannibal Sniktaw only surviving son of Mr. and Mrs. Sniktaw.” Unless things assume a different shape, I fear we will never need them. When you wrote your poetry for me, one of the editors at the first glance, thought it was intended for him, but on finding it was not, offered his chance very cheap. Well, now, if I don’t hear from you in the next three weeks, I'll sell out for $15—$4 down, and the bal lance in one, two and three years ; that is five dollars less than he would take, certain. How would such a notice as this look in print Whereas, Emily B. has throwed me off, without provocation. Know all men by these presents that if she runs head over heels in debt, I wont pay nary cent towards getting her all right again.” “ Wave, Munich, all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry.” I have no idea that any such thing will happen, but if the worst comes, I will bring in the following bill, sure . Damage of the affections............. Wear and tear of body and soul conse quent upon over excitement brought on by love letter from Em. B......$9.000 Bandries .. veeewestissewertesevens 86,000 Totlewiraiy:tte er Tete .. $19,000 To give Col. teams half my claim down to plead the cause, and in all probability he will get the other half before he gets through. He understands the law, and can twist it in to two different shapes without hurting his conscience. I intend to put you to some trouble, sure and certain, unless you give me satisfactory evidence of having good reasons for “ paling your ineffectual fires ;” but this is all surmise on my part, and I hope it wont turn out that way. A coop Methodist minister at the West, who lived on a very small salary, was great ly troated at one time to get his quarterly installment. he had called on his steward a number of times, but had each time been put off with some excuse. His wants at length becoming urgent, he went to his steward and told him that he must have his money, as his family were suffering for the necessaries of life. “Money !” replied the steward. “ You preach for money! I thought you preached for the good of souls ‘* “Souls” replied the minister . “I can’t eat souls, and if I could, it would take a thousand such as yours to make a decent meal?” To Daverners.—The secret that you dare not tell your mother, is a dangerous secret, and one which will be likely to bring you sorrow and suffering in the end. A Woman’s War.—Won't ! ! ! Why is the new French baby like the tail of a herring ? Because it is the last of the bony-parts. [From Young America. ] The Modern American Representative. A MELODRAMA, IN ONE ACT. The scene is laid in the Dining Room of W——11 —p’s Hotel, Washington. Time, 11 A. M. SCENE I. Enter the Hon. Mr. H—n—z. (Representative in Congress,) and friend. H—»—r.—The table cleared appears, yet have I not of gong nor bell heard sound. I thought ’twas customary to awake the boarders For the matin meal. Such negligence is inexcusable. What ho there, John, or James, whate’er thy name. Seek breakfast for myself and friend, instanter. Warren,submissively,.—I would, your honor, glad obey, but cannot. H—n—r.—How? Cannot! Rascal! Warrer.—Your honor must obtain an order From the powers that be ; the time’s so late, I dare not risk the punishment which I might get if in such disobedience discovered. H—s—r.— Go! get the hence! Thou vile and miserable rascal. This instant bring me breakfast, warm, For two—or else this instant die! (Shows pistol.) Dost know that I my country’s representative In Congress am? and dost thou dare refuse me breakfast ? Avaunt!or well I know my passion will o’erpow er me. And I some deed of horror soon shall do. [Exit Waiter. SCENE II. Some five or ten minutes supposed to have elaps ed, magnified by the hungry Representative’s impatience into half an hour. During the time the waiter has been endeavoring to obtain the desired meal. If—a—rand friend seated at a table, on which are plates, knives, forks, c.) It—n—r.—I tell thee that my blood did warm within me. And strong desire I felt to utterly destroy him. Enter K—t—g, (the head waiter.) K—t—c.—Sir, I’m sorry, but It—n—v.—(Interrupting.) Another? Out, vil lian hound! I want thee not around me . Give me my breakfast ! K—r—a.—But, sir H—n—r.— Dost hear me? Dost see this pistol ? Now, by mine head, if but three minutes more T have to wait, thy brains shall strew the floor. K—1—a.— Without an order from the office, sir, I dare not, at this hour, accede to your demands. If you will wait H—s—t.—Now, hireling hound, take that for thy reward ! And dare not thus address a Representative again. Throws chair at Waiter, following it up with the coffee urn, plates, knives, e. Waiter defends himself. Other waiters rush to his assistance. A general melee ensues, in the midst of which 1l— r—r draws his pistol and shoots K—r—a through the heart, who, falling dead, is imme diately surrounded by his fellow waiters, who sob a mournful dirge over his body. [Tanreau.] Il—n—v.—Thus perish all such hireling knave ! My dignity is a thing too sacred to be trifled with By such as he. Faugh! his body taints the air. Exeuut Il—b—-t, to deliver himself to the Authorities, secured from danger by his public station. SCENE IL A Court Room, IH—»—v at bar. Justices on bench. Justice.—Were you s common hireling such as he you slew, Our indignation would know no bounds . But as you are a representative, and a gentleman withal, And have but dyed your hands in plebean blood, The Court can but regret the deep indignity Which forced you to this deed. Had the deceased killed you, i twould have been murder ! But circumstances alter cases, and my respect for your high station, Will not allow me to do more than require, That you shall, in ten thousand dollars bail, be bound To answer to the charge of manslaughter. (Two friends of 1—n—+* enter into bonds for him, and he retires, amid loud shouts from his friends while the Justices make a polite bow.) Enter the Goddess of Liberty, who has been an obser ver of the affair, Gopprss or Liverry, (solus.)—And this is mod ern justice! this a gentleman, forsooth! Alas! that delegated power should thus become The screen for murder. And so the servant is, Where it should be the master, Alas ! that this, my best-beloved child, America, should so disgrace its birth. May the time quickly come, when ruffians, Though high in office they may be, Intrusted with the cares of nations, even, Shall be but ruffians still, and as such treated. [ Lieunt Omnes. The Detroit Advertiser relates a story con cerning the novel manner in which a gay wid ower cured a youthful lover of his passion as follows Mrs. , Was a pretty widow of twenty eight, left rich by her husband, a respecta ble and wealthy farmer, who judiciously died about the age of fifty. B , a sighing swain of twenty, fell in love with this charm ing widow during a school vacation, and was thereby distracted from study and nearly frantic. His father who “ designed him for the ministry,” had a peculiar horror for the sweet widow whom he regarded as little bet ter than one of the wicked. Her black eyes, her heaving bosom, and her elastic tread were to him only the symbols of old Nick. He was in despair, he visited the widow, and besought of her, if she had a particle of mercy, not to ruin his son. In vain the wid ow protested that she had used no arts— had only seen the youth a few times and was entirely indifferent to him—the father still insisted, and the pretty widow promised that if his boy came to see her again, it should be his last visit. Not many days passed, when the enamored youth made his arrange ments for a visit, of which the widow had notice. The few previous interviews between them had taken place under circumstances peculiarly favorable to romance and senti ment, upon moonlight walks or in parlor tete-a-tetes. This time the timid youth was told upon his arrival that Mrs. —— was at the barn ; whither he went and found his beau-ideal with skirts knee-high, dressed in a man’s boots, and covered with a man’s hat, a pipe in her mouth, a mug of cider in her hand, superintending her men—killing hogs. He never came again—it was too killing. Premerions or Te Exteror Nicholas. Te Indianapolis Journal gives the follow ing extract from a lecture given by the Son. HI. W. Ellsworth, late Minister to Sweden, being the language of the Emperor of Rus sia used in an interview with the lecturer : “Sir,” said the Emperor Nicholas, in a memorable diplomatic interview between him and your speaker, during those recent revolutions that struck down Tungary, re modeled France, and broke the bond of union between Denmark and her revolted Dutchies, causing nearly every monarch to tremble for his throne, “Sir I view calmly all this agitation. Russia is untouched, and will not mingle with it. Her hour has not yet come, though her destiny cannot long be delayed! She will soon be in a protracted contest, in which England and France will be her opponent ; those nations so long and naturally hostile to each other, will be arrayed in unison against her !” “And what, your Majesty, will be the result of this great contest ?” “Favorable to Russia, beyond doubt. I shall rise superior to all reverses, and pro tract the contest until I weary out my ene mies. But there is another war looming up in the distance—a struggle between consti tutional and unrestricted monarchy, in which nearly all Europe will stand opposed to Russia, while Turkey, her natural enemy, with Persia and Asia, will be fighting at her side,” “Still favorable to Russia, though it will be bloody and protracted. But a third and still mightier contest is approaching, in which the world will be involved—--a strug gle between what is called tyranny, in any form, and freedom. Into this struggle your nation will be forced from its present policy, and compelled to take a leading part! It will be a struggle such as history never re corded.” A Lesson for Mornurs.—The Birming ham (Eng.) Journal prints the following account of a flogging the Prince of Wales received from a poor boy: ‘During Her Majesty’s residence some years ago, at Os borne, in the Isle of Wight, her children were accustomed to rambel along the sea shore. Now it so happened on one occasion that the young Prince of Wales met a boy who had been gathering sea shells. The boy had got a basket full. The young Prince, presuming upon his high position, thought himself privileged to do what he pleased with impunity. So without any notice he upset the basket of shells. The poor lad was very indignant, and observed ; ‘You do that again, and Ml lick you’ ‘Put the shells into the basket,’ said the Prince, ‘and see if I don’t’ The shells were gath ered up and put into the basket. ‘Now,’ said the lad, ‘touch ’em again, old fellow, if you dare,’ whereupon the Prince again kicked over the shells. And the boy ‘pitched into him,’ and gave him such a licking as few Princes ever had. His lip was cut open, his nose knocked considerably out of its per pendicular, and his eyes of a color which might have well become the champion of a prize ring. His disfigured face could not long be concealed from his royal mother. She inquired the cause of his disfigurement. The Prince was silent, but at last confessed the truth. The poor boy was ordered be fore the Queen. He was asked to tell his story. He did so in a very straightforward manner. At its conclusion, turning to her child, the Queen said: ‘You have been rightly served, Sir. Had you not been pun ished sufficiently already, I should have pun ished you severely. When you commit a like offense, I trust you will always receive a smilar punishment.” ‘Turning to the poor boy, she commanded his parents to her pres ence the following morning. ‘They came , and the result of the interview was that her Majesty told them she had made arrange ments for educating and providing for their son, and she hoped he would make good use of the advantages which should be placed within his reach.” [From the Alta California of June 25] THE SAN FRANCISCO REVOLUTION. SURRENDER OF THE LAW AND ORDER FORCES——TWO THOUSAND STAND OF ARMS SECURED—VIGILANCE COMMITTEE TRIUMPHANT. The cause of the excitement and move ments which will be found detailed below. Was an attempted assassination of Mr. Ster ling A. Hopkins, a member of the Police Department of the Vigilance Committee, by D.S. Terry, one of the Judges of the Su preme Court. The particulars of the assault, which we gather from an eye-witness and are conse quently reliable, are as follows . An order was issued yesterday for the arrest of one James R. Maloney, better known as Rube Maloney, and well known as a notorious political trickster, which was placed in the heads of Mr. Hopkins, with instructions to take him into custody. About three o’clock in the afternoon Mr. Hopkins went into the naval office of Dr. Ashe, where were the Dr.. Maloney, HL. Bowie and several others. Mr. Hopkins said he desired to see Maloney. Dr. Ashe told him that that was the naval office, and he had no business there ; at the same time Terry drew a knife and would have used it upon Hopkins had not Dr. Ashe interfered. Hopkins then left and joined his companions, and the other parties at once armed them selves with double-barrelled guns and went into the street to defend Maloney. ‘The two parties, consisting of Dr. Ashe, I. Bowe, J. R. Maloney, D. 8. ‘Terry and Martin Reese on one side, and 8S. A. Hop kins, J. S. Bowee and three others of the Committee on the other side, again met in Jackson strat, between Dupont and Kearny. Mr. Hopkins approached ‘Terry and saluted him in a gentlemanly manner, when he turned upon him with his musket, which Hopkins seized to prevent him from using, and succeeded in wresting it from him. Terry then drew his knife and stabbed Hopkins in the neck. At the same time Dr. Ashe also placed the muzzle of his mus ket to the breast of Mr. Bovee, but before firing asked him if he was a friend, to which Bovee replied that he was, but at the same instant forcing the weapon from him, and drawing his pistol he placed the muzzle at the head of the Dr, and commanded him to surrender his arms, which he did instantly. During the melee one or two shots were fired accidentally or otherwise, neither of which took effect. As soon as the fatal blow was struck the five law and order men fled to their armory, at the corner of Jackson and Dupont streets, and were attended by several of the law and order party, who rushed in to protect them. Several of the Vigilant boys were in the vicinity, and they at once locked the iron doors of the entrance to the build ing, thus preventing any of the opposition from entering the building, and the entire block upon which it stands was at once sur rounded by the Committee to prevent his escape. No sooner was the dastardly blow struck than a swift courier conveyed the intelli gence to the Committee rooms, and the alarm bell was sounded for the first time. ‘Thousands at once obeyed the summons, and enthusiasm prevailed throughout the city. People were hurrying in every direction and many were not aware of the cause of the alarm and besought the swift passers-by for an explanation. The announcement in bro ken sentences that Terry had stabbed a Com mittee man, was all that could be gathered before they were beyond hearing. The real facts were soon obtained, and crowds began to gather in the vicinity of the Committee rooms and the armory where ‘erry was se creted. In less than fifteen minutes after the first stroke of the bell, the Committee had de tailed armed men and completely surrounded the four buildings where the law and order party were supposed to have arms deposited. This sudden and well-timed movement took the opposition by surprise, and prevented them from getting into their armory, except a few squads who entered or were in before the guards arrived, Hvery Committee man seemed to be on duty, and each wore a white ribbon in the left lapel of his coat, which we suppose was done to designate the members. Several draymen on front street were loading up goods to be shipped by the up river boats, and on the alarm being given they stripped off their harness, leaving their drays half loaded, mounted their places in the ranks of the cavalry.The streets in every direction glistened with bright bayo nets or flying horsemen, who were hurrying to the scene of action. The streets and buildings in the vicinity of the armories and the Plaza were literally alive with human beings, such was the feeling that pervaded all classes. The Committee having taken the precau tion to guard all the armories, the Law and Order men were rendered powerless. There was not enough of them inside to force their way out and contend with their capturers. Meanwhile active preparations were going on for the rescue of the new Terry and Ma loney. A large proportion of the forces were semarined at the principal armory, at the corner of Jackson and Dupont streets, where the prisoners were secreted. This is a two story brick building, and the armory is on the second floor. In about thirty minutes after the alarm the millitary had possession and control of the entire grounds about that corner, and armed men were stationed upon the roof of the building, and every approach was securely guarded so as to prevent any possibility of escape. Scarce ly a man could be seen but who wore the white badge. We observed a very few about whom we recognized as Law and Order men, but they were very quiet, and kept quite out of the way.
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