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Just at this instant of change and point of both arrival and departure, we come to the usual decennial enumeration of the country. Its figures, covering the whole term of our troubles, will enable us to know what our losses and gains have been. This solid footing of absolute knowledge will direct our steps on many internal questions, and upon those mightier ones that are heralded in regular steam transit from Canton to San Francisco, and from San Francisco to Phil

States to apologize for the sins of its peo-driven from the continent; one has becn ple in relation to the Fenian matter. Amer- bought out; another is struggling desperica cannot ask the Government of England ately against deposition; a fourth is trying to apologize for the sins of its people in re- to avert the same fate by concessions and lation to the Civil War. If, as we heartily changes in its functions. believe, the only even disputable point as regards legal liability, is the negligence of the Government in permitting the escape of the Alabama, how is it possible to ask us to express formal contrition till it is decided whether even then we were not acting strictly within our legal competence? Mr. Sumner's real grievance and the real grievance of the Northern people is, that the English Parliament displayed a hearty sympathy with a cause naturally hateful to it, the Slavery cause, out of some poor jeal-adelphia, and from Philadelphia to Liver ousy of the growing power of the North. pool; in the agitations that seem likely to Well, that is not a breach of international rend Cuba from Spain; in the slow settlelaw. By all means let us do what we can to ment of Mexico, and the gradual gravitation wipe out a blot on English national charac- of the Canadas to a nationality that promises ter which many of us always marvelled at to be continental. For seventy years we and sorrowed over. But, on the other have made an average popular increase of hand, let the more moderate and sensible 34 per cent. each decade. This ratio would statesmen of the United States restrain their give us 42,000,000 population in 1870. sensitive politicians from the undignified And though the war interfered with the inweakness of confounding an act of marvel-crease, it is hardly probable that we shall lously bad taste and bad feeling, though fall below 41,000,000, against 38,000,000 one which unfortunately is too often imitated returned by the last French census, and less by America itself without any formal re- than 30,000,000 in Great Britain. If this proach from us, with an international is so, the rate will establish 54,000,000 in crime.

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From The Philadelphia North American, May 6.

FROM its birth this country has lived more in the future than in any present. The great increment of every sort that has marked its career and signalized it beyond other histories has been employed chiefly as an index to other increments, surpassing all previous. To-day this tendency to forecast is more displayed than ever; anticipation runs riot. The causes leading to it in a measure ex'cuse the tendency. We are at last on the grave of slavery, that so long acted as an eccentric agent upon every interest, and therefore on every computation. We have passed the crucial test of a great rebellion, and demonstrated both the homogeneity and permanence of our empire. We have stood up under a debt that was hardly ever paralleled, and it is being lessened. We have crossed the whole continent with railways. The government has been maintained, and the great struggle has only approved it more completely, and shown its efficacy in all departments to equal what we knew of it in some. One foreign government has been

1880, more than 71,000,000 in 1890, and about 95,000,000 for the twentieth century. And this though our borders should not be enlarged. But our whole history is one of increase.

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This is the positive territorial growth since 1786-from 815,615 to 3,578,393 square miles, gained from England, from France, from Spain, from Mexico, from Russia, from all contiguous countries. There is nothing in all this to prove that the greater powergreater in population, in development of all sorts, in communication, in wealth and in prestige will not attract to itself as strongÎy as the less, and that at the close of the century our population will be less than 100,000,000. In 1810 a calculation of future growth for the future decades of the century was made that has been verified

within three hundred thousand on every oc- | move south. It is in order for the pendulum casion, and within less than one hundred to swing toward the equator, and only to thousand in a majority of instances. That touch the pole again on the rebound. estimate placed our census at 31,753,824 in | There are 218,339 square miles populated 1860; it was 31,445,089; at 41,328,432 in waiting that momentum. A Mr. Webster, 1870, 56,450,241 in 1880, 77,266,989 in who is urging immigration to Canada, says 1890, and 100 355,985 in 1900. This esti- that the annual increment to the United mate was further followed to 133,000,000 States is $100,000,000 from immigration in 1930, 177,000,000 in 1940, 236,000,000 alone, and urges the fact as a reason why in 1970, and 283,000,000 in 2000. The the Dominion should struggle for that help. correctness of so much of the calculation as The subject is one that affects our immedihas been tried lends probability to the rest. ate policy and prosperity, but it is not one But the author of this estimate did not al- to be decided with a few words at any time. low for annexations. He calculated only Its result was marked in the memoirs of from ordinary sources of growth. The Talleyrand, now soon to be published, in pending census will be greater by one ex- which he said: traordinary accretion. What will the next be—that in which our tale is estimated at

56,450,241 ? That for which preparation has already been commenced is liable to same strange modifications. Cuba is gaining power over Spain, and if Cuba gains freedom her annexation is certain. The Dominion of Canada is not indissolubly tied to Great Britain; if loosened, she gravitates naturally and necessarily to the great federation. Two years ago, the Dominion had 3,700,000 inhabitants. The increase she has had, if maintained, would give her 14,

800,000 residents at the close of the current century 59,200,000 a century hence. Canada has doubled her population every eighteen years since 1800; this country every twenty-three. It may be doubtful whether our proximate growth will first take in this territory, or whether it will again

"On the side of America Europe must always have her eyes open, and not furnish any pretext for recrimination or reprisal. America is increasing every day. She will become a colossal power, and a moment must arrive when, placed in more easy communication with Europe by means of new discoveries, she will wish to say her word in our affairs, and have a hand in them. Political prudence, therefore, imposes on governments of the old continent the care of scrupulously watching that no pretext shall be offered for such an intervention. The day when America shall plant her foot in Europe, peace and security will be banished for a long time."

These considerations lead to grander speculations that can be comprehended. All of them are, however, friendly to us, and the opening of the great railroad and the national enumeration are but integers in a product it dazes the mind to consider.

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Alas, O friend, it happed to me
To see her passing daintily
Before my homestead day by day.
Would she had gone some other way!
For one day, as she rested there
Beneath the long-leaved chestnuts fair,
In very midst of mid-day heat,
I cast myself before her feet,
And prayed for pity and for love.

How could I dream that words could move
A woman? Soft she looked at me;

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Thou sayest that I a queen should be,"
She answered with a gathering smile;
"Well, I will wait a little while;
Perchance the gods thy will have heard."

And even with the latest word,
The clash of arms we heard anigh;
And from the wood rode presently
A fair knight well apparelled.
And even as she turned her head,
He shortened rein, and cried aloud -
"O beautiful, among the crowd
Of queens thou art the queen of all! "

But when she let her eyelids fall,
And blushed for pleasure, and for shame,
Then quickly to her feet he came,
And said, "Thou shalt be queen indeed;
For many a man this day shall bleed
Because of me, and leave me king
Ere noontide fall to evening."

Then on his horse he set the maid
Before him, and no word she said
Clear unto me, but murmuring
Beneath her breath some gentle thing,
She clung unto him lovingly;
Nor took they any heed of me.

Through shade and sunlight on they rode,
But 'neath the green boughs I abode,
Nor noted aught that might betide.
The sun waned, and the shade spread wide;
The birds came twittering over head;
But there I lay as one long dead.

But ere the sunset, came a rout
Of men-at-arms with song and shout,
And bands of lusty archers tall,
And spearmen marching like a wall,
Their banners hanging heavily,
That no man might their blazon see;
And ere their last noise died away,
I heard the clamour of a fray
That swelled, and died, and rose again;
Yet still I brooded o'er my pain
Until the red sun nigh was set,
And then methought I e'en might get

The rest I sought, nor wake forlorn
Midst fellow men the morrow morn;
So forth I went unto the field,
One man without a sword or shield.

But none was there to give me rest,
Tried was it who was worst and best,
And slain men lay on every side;
For flight and chase were turned aside,
And all men got on toward the sea;
But as I went right heavily
I saw how close beside the way
Over a knight a woman lay
Lamenting, and I knew in sooth
My love, and drew a-near for ruth.

There lay the knight who would be king
Dead slain before the evening,

And ever my love cried out and said,
"O sweet, in one hour art thou dead
And I am but a maiden still!

The gods this day have had their will
Of thee and me; whom all these years
They kept apart; and now with tears
And blood and bitter misery

Our parting and our death might be."

Then did she rise and look around,
And took his drawn sword from the ground
And on its bitter point she fell
No more, no more, O friend to tell!
No more about my life, O friend!
One course it shall have to the end.
O Love, come from the shadowy shore,
And by my homestead as before,
Go by with sunlight on thy feet!
Come back, if but to mock me, sweet!

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AH lawks-a daisy, little good in these times one

can often mention!

But now one thing I will allow to be a capital


"Tis & machine sunk in the sea, to serve our arbours for protection,

Which have been by ingenus men brought very nearly to perfection.

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Oh what a blessed appy thing to live in peace By bein able at a blow to spifflicate the orstile and out of danger, When upon all the people of the earth around stranger, We shall look out o' winder like, and as it were in war delightin, at dogs a fightin!

Wrack, ruin, olesale, sweepin, hinstantaneous To them as ever dares to lay a finger on this death, annihilation, No wrong, harm, hurt to nobody, whilst we be peaceful nation! But hands off, all you foreigners, or bang at left alone would we do; you goes our torpedo!

THE ANCIENT CLOCK. OVER the white, bleak, barren land,

Level and golden, has dropt the sun; Down on the wild shore's icy sand

Boom the long breakers, one by one.


Out from the blue east, fierce and round,
The red moon greatens o'er jostling waves;
And now with impetuous, dreary sound
The voice of the sweeping night-blast raves;

And angrier, louder the billows wake,
Whither its mighty footsteps shocks,
Tossed into surges that momently break
Buffeting on precipitous rocks.

There, in the empty, solemn house,

Sitteth a woman while shadows fall,
Harkening mutely, with bended brows,
To the clock that ticks from the lonesome hall.

A feeble monotone, vague to hear,
While turbulent waters clash below;
Yet every stroke to the listener's ear

Is sweet with the music of long ago!

For the ancient clock from its corner dim

And tick, when the mood so pleases him,
Can deal with time in marvellous ways,

Back through a thousand yesterdays!

And to her who listens at hours like these,
Thunderous battle of wintry seas,
"Tis the same if abroad be tumult or rest

Or boundless calm on the ocean's breast.

How often (perchance with dreams to weave

How the ancient clocks in our lonesome halls)
The tempest and clamour of life we leave,
When memory's magic whisper calls!

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