My own creed is, 'let it alone, obey the laws, return the runaways,--oh! whether you like it or not,--but no more slave territory.' And for me, my friend, the States are one country and above all else, above slave questions, is that of an unbroken union.

I shall vote for Fremont.

I cannot go to party meetings and speak for him because, Mark, I am in doubt about the man, and because--oh! you know." Yes, he knew more or less, but knowing did not quite approve.

The Squire of Grey Pine rarely spoke at length, but now he longed, as he gave some further clue to his reticence, to make public a political creed which was not yet so fortified by the logic of events as to be fully capable of defence.
"The humorous side of it," he said, "is that my very good wife has been doing some pretty ardent electioneering while I am sitting still, because to throw my weight into the local contest would oblige me to speak out and declare my whole political religion of which I am not quite secure enough to talk freely." The young rector looked at his older friend, who was uneasy between his uncertain sense of duty and his desire not to go among people at the mills and in the town and struggle with his wife for votes.
"I may, Mark, I may do no more than let it be known how I shall vote.
That is all.

It will be of use.