Randolph County Journal

For the Journal,
Vu.La, Randolph County, Ind.,
August 15, 1860.

ED. JOURNAL:- Your columns are
generally well filled with news of more
importance than can be given by a
correspondent from the country; but
as we have, through the columns of
the Journal, to hear from different
parts of this, and other Counties, we,
in return, would say a few things in
general. As to this part of our Coun-
ty, it is in a very prosperous condi-
tion in every respect. Health is gen-
erally good, and the harvest has been
truly plenteous. Surely, this should
be a season of thanksgiving through-
out the whole country:

We have recently had a trip into the
famous Buckeye State, (Ohio.) The
crops in the Counties of Green, Dark,
Warren and Clinton, through which
we passed, are very good. In passing
through the valleys of the Big and Lit-
tle Miami rivers, one can not help be-
ing filled with delight in seeing the
wide-extending fields of corn which
may be viewed on either side; yet, on
the other hand, he can not help hav-
ing feelings of regret when he learns
the fact that the products of these beau-
tiful fields are sold at distilleries, and
made into that miserable dreg which
is spreading ruin and misery wherever
it goes. Judging from the observa-
tion which we made, we are inclined
to believe that the cause of Temper-
ance is not being prosecuted as it
should be in a State which is being
renowned for genius, greatness and
true nobility. At a Farmers' Picnic.
held near Xenia, Rev. Mr. Allington,
who was sent there by Gen. Carey to
address the meeting, was not allowed
to speak on the subject of Temper-
ance, although it was the subject of
his choice, and he had gone there ful-
ly intending to make a speech on that
subject. This is a bad feature in the
farmers of Greene County.

The political excitement with them
is moderate, yet firmly active. The
friends of Lincoln and Hamlin are
laboring earnestly for their success
and the future reign of Republicanism:
and they work, too, as those who have
no fear of defeat.

On last Saturday night we heard a
minister, in Springvalley, preach a
sermon from this text:—"They which
be of faith shall be blessed with faith-
ful Abraham." His discourse was
not, however, mingled in the least
with politics; yet one could not help
thinking that the minister is a Repub-
lican, and that the text was appropri-
ate for the times.

The educational advantages there
are far superior to those of our State;
but the education of the masses is not,
we think, superior to that of our own
State when we compare the advanta-
ges which their State has for institu-
tions with those of our own.

In the Democrat of the 9th inst
there may be found an article forego-
ing the signature of "Not a Graduate
from Jay." which we suppose is de-
designed to literally confound our no-
tice of the Huntsville meeting. and to
cast a shade of darkness and doubt on
all future notices that we may give of
Republican meetings; and finally to
dethrone us from that high position in
literature to which this gentleman (?)
has elevated us. We were not aware
until now that we were such a noted
character: and we can not yet feel that
we are honored by being noticed by
that distinguished correspondent. For
the gratification of the composer of
that super-ordinary article, we will
say that we have read it carefully,
and, of course, find it unanswerable for
us; for we do not wish to. and will
not suffer ourself to engage in reply-
ing to an article, contemptible in all
its bearings. To do so would be alike
ungentlemanly and unprincipled, as is
the writer of the article in the Demo-
crat of the 9th inst. But as our friend
seems to have some lucid ideas, per-
haps he would like poetry. If so, we
will sub-join a few rhythmic ideas, by
permission of sub-scribbler, whose "pro-
lific brain" might claim to be the
originator:

EPISODICAL PARODY.
In every precinct may be found
Some whining cur or beagle-hound,
Whose yelping is indeed profound
As any canine sound.
He mostly barks where Democrats
With bricks within their beaver hats
Like caterwauling, mewing cats
Are plenteously found.
If he couldn't spit his virus out
And pour his eloquence about
Like water from a rude bark spout,
I don't know what he'd do.
If th' Democrat's newspaperdom
Should fail to give his barking room
He'd shut his mouth with this sad doom
And then collapse a flue.
But th' Democrat is glad enough
To load itself with slang and stuff
So that its sycophants may puff
And swell like Aesop's frog.
To prove they're "not a sounding brass"
They oft inspire and eject "gas"
And bray about, like Balaam's ass,
Or the brane barking dog.
Most noble, learned, and aged cur
We from your barking would infer
That you have lived for many a year
In turkey buzzard reign;
And though you to the "skunk" would
stoop
And strive to teach a modern pup,
You'd better give your projects up-
Your struggles are all vain.

We dont claim the authorship of the
poetry, but merely insert it for the
entertainment of that lover of literary
science who has hitherto placed such a
high estimate on our contributions.

SUBROSA.