The Hartford Herald

REGRET.

Our Eloquent Correspondent Sighs for the old, but Swears Allegiance to the new Order of Things---Personals---Immigrations and Protection.

ROCKPORT, KY., Nov. 22, '86.

With a pang of regret at parting with the old management of the HERALD with which I so long have had nothing but the most pleasant relation, I wave an adieu, and bob up before the new administration as natural as life, though saddened by the farewell. As Goldsmith says, "I love all that's old,"—old Nick excepted; "old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine." Yet, inevitable changes are forever going on, rending old and forming new ties. How strange the mutations of life. But my loyalty to the old shall be no prejudice to the new, whom I now congratulate and bid good speed. May you become journalistic Wattersons and metaphorically set the world on fire, always keeping an eye on all those old clogs and weights to success, who are eternally turning the hose on you for the mere satisfaction, in case they can drown you out, of rearing back and bellowing, "I told you so!"

Misses Clara Patterson and Nanpie Cairnes both have just received their new pianos. Sculpture, painting, and music made Greece, Italy and Germany famous, but six pianos, several organs and forty thousand Jews' harps and tom-cats all turned loose upon this little town at once, threatens to divide honors with Germany, when it comes to song, if not in that other fine art, which is reported to have once broke loose in Georgia. Yes, "music hath charms to soothe the savage breast."

Mrs. Eaves and daughter, Miss Pearl Rice, of Greenville, have been visiting Mrs. R Y. Morehead for several days.

The friends of Mrs. Lige Brown, will be sorry to learn that it became necessary to return her to the Western Asylum last week.

BORN—To the wife of Mr. A. P. Howard, on the 16th inst., a daughter, also on the 19th, to Mrs. John London, a son.

Hon. W. D. Coleman, one of the best stock men in the State, has a Berkshire pig which weighed, when it was 3 1/2 months old 105 pounds, and the day it was five months old, which was last week, it tipped the beam at 150 pounds. Now just take your time and beat it if you can.

Mr. Lewis J. Early, the coming elocutionist, gave an entertainment here Saturday night. Mr. Early is well worth seeing, as he is entertaining, and apter to disappoint you agreeably than otherwise.

No less than 75,000 immigrants have arrived in this country within the last 90 days, nine-tenths of whom are Nihilists, Anarchists, Socialists and criminals, driven out of their own country and not fit for squatters on the territory of the damned. The protective tariff I'm in for, teeth and toe-nails, is a tax of about $500 per capita on immigration.

This would protect our institutions and society—protect labor—cut off supply—and give us a healthy, desirable character of immigration that would be beneficial. Of course such a law would often be cruel and unjust; the letter appears contrary to the spirit, just as all laws often do; but there are points beyond which even America dares not carry her philanthropy; and one of them is, to permit our country to be made the dumping ground for the scum of the earth. In self defense, we cannot afford to receive this everlasting, enormous and indiscriminate tide of humanity, containing so little of those qualities that better, and so much of those elements that contaminate and ruin society—elements to which, of all forms of governments exposed to their hateful influence, that of ours is the most susceptible. For Protective Tariff on Immigration only. SuGGS.