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KANSAS. 
with the blood, the tears, the woes of Kansas, he has answered 
the question, “ For what will a man sell his own soul ? ” South¬ 
ern votes. Traitor to the mother who bore him, to his native 
state, to his country, and his God, when this great and mighty 
people shall arise from the blindness of their unparalleled pros¬ 
perity, and break the bands of evil as tender withes, then shall he, 
calling upon tho mountains even of his own state, find no place 
deep enough, no covert broad enough, to hide his shame; but in 
the annals of our country’s history will this dark page be written, 
and he, the chosen guardian of the people’s rights, shall wear the 
crowning infamy. It shall remain as a beacon light, as a warn¬ 
ing to all seeking office, like the flaming sword guarding the 
entrance to Eden, that they sell not their honor, their principles, 
their very souls even. “ So fallen, so lost! ” the pitying heart 
cries. 
This evening of the 22d of February witnesses a gathering 
here in honor of our first President, “ whom the nation delights 
to honor.” In strange contrast will his integrity, his uprightness, 
and his abiding hold upon the people’s love, go down to posterity 
with the hollow-hearted truckling, the treachery, the imbecility, 
of the present incumbent of the presidential chair. The truth is 
again clearly maintained that justice sways the world. 
Co. A. gave the party to-night, and many were there to partake 
of their hospitality, notwithstanding the inclemency of the weather. 
Co. A. are our strong defenders. At a moment's warning they 
are ready for any perils which endanger us. Much praise is due 
them for their unwavering courage and steadfast zeal when the 
rays of hope in other quarters have been few and flickering. They 
have taken to themselves the name of “ Stubs,” not particularly 
euphonious, but suggestive of their stature. A song has also 
been prepared by some of* them, which they sang to-night, giving 
zest to the other amusements of the evening. It is in ballad 
style, sung as a solo by one fine voice, while all join in the chorus. 
24^A — Flow genial the air is to-day! The icy bands upon 
the river have fairly given way, and the fast dissolving snows say 
loudly that spring is here. The golden haze of last evening, 
through which the setting sunbeams lingered and floated, spread- 
