It is sad--it is very, very sad.

When a member of Congress has a friend who is gifted, but has no employment wherein his great powers may be brought to bear, he confers him upon his country, and gives him a clerkship in a department.

And there that man has to slave his life out, fighting documents for the benefit of a nation that never thinks of him, never sympathizes with him--and all for two thousand or three thousand dollars a year.

When I shall have completed my list of all the clerks in the several departments, with my statement of what they have to do, and what they get for it, you will see that there are not half enough clerks, and that what there are do not get half enough pay.
HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF The following I find in a Sandwich Island paper which some friend has sent me from that tranquil far-off retreat.

The coincidence between my own experience and that here set down by the late Mr.Benton is so remarkable that I cannot forbear publishing and commenting upon the paragraph.