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P OUTR IT •
THE BRIDE.
A fringe of dewy leaves along the branches
droop,
That overhang the cottage eaves, where stand
a bridal group;
•In fairand laughing bands, the maidens far and
wide
■Have brought fresh roses in their hands, to
deck the fair young bride.
Before the man of prayer, they slowly gathered
round,
As silent as the floating air, that floats without
a sound,
As with a downcast brow, close to her lover’s
side,
•Comes forth, in raiment white as snow, the
young and timid brido.
How beautiful she seems, ns o’er her soft
brown hair
The sunset flings its golden gleams, and forms
a halo there ;
While o’er her features play, the love she
cannot hide,
Whose soft expression seems to say, I am thy
happy bride.
No cold vain look is there, but all is soft and
meek;
Upon her virgin forehead fair, and o’er her
dimpled cheek,
A something soft and warm, that round her
seems to glide,
Involves as with a heavenly charm, the young
and spotless bride.
There’s a whispered vow of love, as side by
side they stand,
And the drawing off a snow-white glove, from
a little trembling hand ;
And the glitter of a ring, and a tear that none
may chide;
■ These—these have changed that girlish thing,
-and she is now a bride.
No shade is on her brow —she feels without a
fear
The trusting love that all may know, who wed
in their own sphere ;
For he who clasps her frame, all flush’d with
love and pride,
Bestows on her an honest name, and takes her
for his bride.
Sweet bride! he’ll ne’er forget, when ’neath
thy father’s cot
He met thee, like a violet, within a shady
spot.
’ Thro’ all the balmy air, and breathing world
beside,
There’s nought to him so soft and fair, as thou,
his blessed bride.
Sweet tie! that links as one, two spirits fond
and true;
What—what is all that time has done, or all
that time can do !
Recorded vows of love, in Heaven fore’er
abide ;
And none shall part, save One above, the
bridegroom and the bride,
AMELIA.
Louisville Literary Liews Letter.
mi s ctal, l a a b; o is.
WOOING AND WINNING.”
Courting a pretty girl when both love,
is a very interesting affair. Not a doubt
of that.* By t i f you love, ami she don't,
then farewell fair dreams. The hope n>
vviy /her wears away into a weary task,
,spfl perseverance then may pause, “ in
that behalf to toil again no more. Yet
there are those who think to win success
in such “ a case,” bv coaxing and kind
words. Vain hope! A humming-bird
upon its tiny, tireless wing, coquetting with
the sunlight and the (lowers, or dashing in
its dream-like beauty—like a thought—
from opening bud to fragrant blossom,
were easier caught than such unloving fair
one, in the smiling gladness of her morning
t bloom. Win first the love of her you
jove, an 4 courtship ceases to be a mere
|iumming-bird chase; formality warms
into fervency, and a in
a happy marriage, is the pleasant end and
“ upshot” thereof.— Franklin ( Tenn .)
Weekly Review.
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JliSk mm . JEJ W W ESP y
TIIE ART PRESERVATIVE OF ALL
ARTS:
When Tamerlane had finished building his
pyramids of seventy thousands ‘human .-knlls,
and was seen standing, at the gate of Dumas
cus, glittering with steel, with his liattlo-nxo
on his shoulder, till llio fierce hosts filled to
new victories and carnage, the pale on-looker
might Imie fancied that nature was in her
throes--lor Havoc and Despair had taken pos
session of the earth, and the sun of manhood ,
seemed setting in seas of blood. Y’et it. might I
be on that very gala day of Tamerlane, a little
hoy was playing nine pins in the streets of
Muntz, whose history was more important to
them ttiau Tumcriune’s! Tile Tartar Khan,
with his shaggy demons of the wilderness,
passed away, like the whirlwind, to he for
gotten forever—and that German artizan has
wrought a benefit, which is yet immeasurably
expanding itself, and will continue to expand
throughout all countries and all times. Wliat
arc the conquests and expeditions of the whole
corporations of captains from Waiter, the
Pennyidss to Napoleon Bonaparte, compared
with the moveable types of Johanne Faust ?
[From the Gentleman's Magazine ]
SCENES IN THE MESS.
[By the Author of “ Old Ironsides iff u
Lee, Shore.]
“ Give us a yum, gentlemen,” says the
Lieutenant, pulling down his little waist
coat over his little belly, and slewing him
self in bis chair, so as to turn his deal ear
towards the company.
“ Weil,Doctor,” says the Purser, tak
ing another and heavier pull at the hal
yards, “ did you ever hear how the old
Culloden lost her sticks just about here,
many years ago ?”
No,” cries the Doctor, joined by the
voices of the whole mess; let us hear
it,”
“ Well, then,” says the Purser, “ here
it goes.”
THE DEAD MAN’S LEDGE.
Not more than one hundred miles from
the southern extremity of England, rises in
awful majesty above tile tempestuous
ocean, the dreadful breakers of the Dead
Man’s Ledge. Nothing can exceed the so
litary appearance—the look of dreary
loneliness they present the eye of the
watchful seaman when the heavy swell of
Biscay comes rolling up towards the North
ern Ocean, and the light scud spreads its
flitting screen of frosted silver before the
face of the broad red harvest moon. When
the night comes on in black rolling sha
dows from the winward, and the stormy
petrel calls his little band together to dance
upon the white foam that hisses in the ves
sel’s wake, then may be heard the terrific
music of the Dead Man’s Ledge, louder
than the wail of the canvass-spliCim* tem
pest, louder than the moan of the wilder
ness of waters, as it heaves xip itsblacken
breast, to own its God.
From the day of tho earliest navigators,
these rocks have beer, famous in story, and
when the shadows, of evening settle upon
the deep, wo bo unto the outward-bound
mariner that sees not. their dark summits
sink in the waste of foam capped waves
astern.
It was the commencement of the nine
teenth century, when a heavy armed cor
vette, under double reefed topsails, came
running before a heavy south-wester, and
just as evening discovered St. Agnes’ light
ahead. Proudly she dashed along the
billows, and with the setting'of the watch,
a lantern rose to her ensign peck, and a
heavy cannon mingled its note with the
thunder of the elements around. A large
ship now rose upon the horizon astern, and
soon a light gleamed over her purpled
deck. A bright flash soon showed that the
cannon of tho three-decker has answered
the signal of her consort, and’ then the
thick haze of the evening stotm hid them
from each other’s view.
“ Forecastle, there,” thundered the offi
cer on the deck.
“ Aye, aye, sir,” answered the master’s
mate.
“ Keep a bright look-out ahead, sir.”
“ Aye, ave, sir.
The captain now came upon deck; long
and anxiously he looked towards the light,
; and then, ns his eve rested upon a break
in the waters ahead, he said—
“ There they are, the black devils. Mr.
Catherpin, send the best men to the
wheel.”
“ Aye, avo, sir,” said the first lieufonant;
and soon a hardy set of old quarter-mas
ters grasped the spokes. * •
“ Man the relieving tackles,” thundered
the captain.
They were manned instantly ; the ship
answered her helm promptly ; the crested
billows broke all around her, but not a wave
dared to kiss her decks.
“ The storm increases, sir,” said the first
lieutenant, touching his hat.
“ Furl the top-sails, and set the try
sails,” roared the commander, above tho
howling of the blast.
Dark forms glid'd up the riging like
shadow, and soon the top-sails were furled,
the try-sails at the samo litne caught the
wind, and the spanker almost started from,
the bolt-rope.
Washington, (Wilkes county, Ga.) August (), 1840.
” Have axes laid by the masts—this is
no time for idlers—call all hands,” said
the captain.
“ All hands,” cried the boatswain.
“ All hands,” shouted the boatswain’s
mates, and all hands stood upon deck.
J hen might one mart look another in the
lace, and read wonder and terror mingling
■ together there.
“ VVe have carried away the spanker,
sir,” shouted the captain of the after-guard,
j as iie went across the dock iike lightning,
j in a told ol the [altered canvass.
“ Eel it go, and be d—d,”, said the offi
cer of tlie deck.
“ Gant over tho spanker-hootn, you
lubbers ; brace the yards to the wind,”
shouted the captain, and they went like the
spokits of a wind-mill wheel.
“ Here she comes,” shouted the star
board cat-head watch, as he jumped from
his post, and landed upon the cook’s head,
who had at that moment popped it out of
the gully-hatch, to catch a view of the sur
rounding country ; which, according to
the Irishman’s geography, “ was plaguv
near an island, lor it wiy entirely sur
rounded by water.”
“ Gorry mighty, shipped a sea, with
short jacket and “breeches,” said Cull’, as
he rolled down on the gun-deck with his
tormentors in the slack of the astonished
look-out-man’s unmentionables, who fol
lowed him like a clap of thunder after a
flash of black lightning.
“ bon ho buttered, you son of a sea
conk, said Jack, kicking the Guineaman’s
shin with his storm-stay bool, and cutting
his “toasting-fork” adrift with his knife.
“ A pretty affair you are, to interfere with
a man on duty ; why, d’ye see, if you had
been down in your smoke-house, I should
have had a decent fall, and been uoon duty
with a whole spanker sheet again—but
you, you old woolly-headed son of Nebu
chadnezzar’s grandmarnq, when she eat
grass with Hoshic.Twoshick, and to bed
they went; you must get in my way, and.
injure my two-pronged sceptre, and be
blessed to you. Belay there your black
jaw, or i’ll cheapen your ivory I”
After this burst of natural eloquence,
Jack went upon deck; while tho darkey
hobbled to the galley, mutterir )f r— Ho,
bo! Mr. Jack, never mind, Pit sweeten
your broff yet; yah, yah, yah, yah !”
While this rough and tumble was car
ried on below, we trvjst not for a moment
suppose that the hubbub above had ceased.
When the cat-bead watch sang out,
“ Here she cor iies ,” he had no allusion to a
sea. A moment more, and the three
decker was near at hand—on. one side,
and stretching out to leeward, was the
ledgo, and to windward was their consort,
unmanageable, in tho act of running them
down. “Hard up your helm,” shouted
(he officer of the deck ; but it was too
late—tho Culloden came sweeping down
like a deer before the hounds. Her main
mast. tottered in its step, her top-sails hung
in tatters—the jib hung flapping against
her sides—the waters gurgled along Jjer
careering guns ; and then, to complete the
horror of the scene, the men at the.-wjtqgj
were thrown senseless upon the doc,k.’
She broached for a moment, theja awfiy
went her top-masts and flying-ftp, and
down came her main-mast with an awful
crash.
“ We are lost !” shouted an old seaman
to liis mess-mate in the co'vette’s rigging.
“ There is no hope,” said the captain, as
he stood calmly amid a dozen officers,
holding on to the coinpanfoK, railing.
“ Good bye, gentlemen—.(jJprtbleks vou—
you have done your duty’.””
“Oh, God,” shrieked aT'saildr’s wife, as
she ran across that sorrowftil deck, * and
pressed her infant to her .breast, “ my
husband ! my child !”
At this moment the. captain of tho cor
vette sprung to her side; lie looked at the
old quarter-master, her husband, who stood
at the wheel.
“No hope,” said the old sea dog;
“ farewell, Bess, and my darling.”
It was enough ; in a moment the sailor’s
wifi: and child were launched into the
deep, and floated astern on a grating, while
the captain, with a fixed look, stood at his
quarters.
Crash came the Culloden upon her con
sort, and in a moment the corvette went
down in the dark waters, and the heavy
three-decker passed over her.
Wild was the yell that rose above that
midnight wave to Heaven—dreadful was
the gurgle of the biJlows as it closed over
“ pennons, spar, and silk.” A moment,
and she rode the waters- like a thing of life
—another, and the sea snake crawled
through her port-holes, and slimy things
sported upon her decks of glory.
“ Breakers'ahead I’’ shouted the master
of the’ Culloden, as she coursed along on
her cruise of death.
“ We cannot weather them, unless we
clear the wreck,” said the commodore.
“ Culloden’s away, -clear the wreck,”
thundered the first lieutenant; and throw
ing down the trumpet, he caught an axe,
and headed the gallant waisters.
Away went the wreck, with a tremend
ous crash ; a single sea broke, over the
poop, sweeping as though a fire had passed
over it, and then tihe ■ old three-decker
hauled her wind, and shot “past the ledge
like a flash oflight. .
“ We arc clear,” said, the commodore,
breathing a long breath; “can you seel
any thing of our consort’s wreck?”
“ A white mass is floating upon the wn-!
ter to windward, sir,” cried the signal mid
shipman.
“ It is a woman and a child,” said the
quarter-master; “ let us save her.”
An hundred persons, oflivors and men,
now hung over the sides with ropes—the I
sea having become much smoother inside!
tho reel—and soon the quarter-master’s !
widow and child lay dead upon the vessel’s j
deck.
“ No hope,” said the doctors oftheCul
lodcn, turning iway from the bodies with ]
eyes fill-'J witl.i tears.
“ Let them be buried with their mess-1
mates,” said the commodore, in a liuskv !
voice.
The bodies were soon sewed in one ham- j
mock, add then, with a seaman’s prayer,
they were launched forth to join the swol
len hundreds that danced upon the agitated
billows, cold ii: death.
Morning came, andwith it a calm ; the j
ocean was like a sleeping mill-pond; the j
light-house stood solitary at a distance—
the Culloden lay at anchor in shore, with-!
out a spar' —a part of a wreck rested upon j
the Dead Man’s Ledge—upon its taffrail a
lonely heron perched, and the. wave, as it.
gently broke against the foot of the rocks,
and washed the sand from the. stern,
showed to the gaze of the beholder the
name of the gallant Blenheim.
Girards and Aslors of Antiquity.
Marcus Croesus did not consider a man rich,
unless his annual indonie was sufficient to sup
port a Roman legion of men. His property
was estimated to amount to four millions of
dollars, but Pliny says Silla was more affluent,.
Cains Coecilus Isode.rus loft on his death, as it
appears by his will, 3,600 yoke of oxen,
250.000 other domestic animals, 4,160 slaves,
and over §1,000,000 in money. He ordered
that the expenses of his funeral should beait
least §22,000. His other property was consi
dered equal to bis cattle, other animals, slaves
and money. Varro states when Pnmpey in
vaded Judea, Ptolmey supported 8000 cavalry
at his own private expense, and that he daily
set a table of 1000 covers, at which each guest
drank from a golden goblet. Bat Pytheus of
Bythinia excolled those individuals in wealth,
for ho presented Xerxes, on his march to
Greece, with a golden plane tree and a golden
grape vine; and gave an entertainment to all
his army of 7,800,000 men: and offered to ad
vance the pay, and furnish the wheat for the
whole army, if the king would only grant that
five of h;s sons, whom he most loved, should
remain with,, him and console him in his old
age. ‘ Still Pytheus ceases to appear rich
when his wealth is compared with Croesus’s.
— Jeffersonian.
Qualities for a Wise —A bachelor
says, that all he should ask for in a wife,
would be, a good temper, health, good un
derstanding, agreeable physiognomy, good
figure, good connection, domestic habits,
resources of amusement, good spirits, con
versational talents, elegant manners—
money ! [The unreasonable rascal.]
There were no newspapers in the days
of Job, for instead of saying—“ Oh ! that
mine enemy would write a book,” lie would
have said, “ Oh ! that mine enemy would
edit a paper.
“ Papa,” says a little fellow the other
day, “ wasn’t Jobe an editor ?”
“ Why, sonny ?”
“ Because the Bible informs us, that he
had much trouble, and was a man of sor
row all the days of his life !”
REFLECTION.
The Past—where is it? It has fled. ‘
The Future ? It may never come.
Our friends departed ? With the dead.
Ourselves ? Fast hastening to the tomb." ’
What are eartffs joys ? The dews of morn.
Its honor? Ocean’s wreathing foam.
Where’s peace? In trials meekly borne.
And joy! In Heaven, the Christian’s borne.
Attempt to Assassinate the Queen of
England and Prince Albert. —An attempt
was made to assassinate the Queen and
Prince Albert on the 10th of June by a
young man named Oxford. He'took his
stand on Constitution Elili, up which the
Queen’s carriage passed oil its way to
Hyde Park, and as it. came abreast of him
fired deliberately twice, the first time at the
Prince and the second at the Queen—nei
ther of the balls taking effect. He wns’
immediately seized, and committed lb,- tri
al on the charge of high treason. Papers
of a treasonable character were found at
his lodgings, indicating the existence of a
secret society under the name of “Young
England,” the objects and purposes of
which were supposed to be ofa most nefa
rious character. His trial was to take
place on tho 19th of July.
Good. —On one of the steamboats going
from New York to Albany, a party of
office-holders were drinking toasts to Mr.
Van Buren, and the Administration, and
called upon one of the sons of old Ireland,
who was present, for his toast, with the
promptness, characteristic of his native
isle, he said—
Here’s to our fathers and mothers,
Likewise to ould Ireland, too ;
Down with Martin Van Buren,
And up with old Tippecanoe.
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*JT*aSMOPLIi’S TM'IiGT.
For I'li siil, nt,
WILLIAM HENRY II UtlllsON,
I'lie invincible Hero of Tippecanoe—the in
corruptible- Statesman -the inflexible lb
publican —the pah id Firm, / rj Ohio.
For Vic.e-Fresiilcnt,
JOHN .TYLER,
ft Shite Right's Republican of tlie School, of
’9S— one of Virginia's noblest sons, unit
emphatically one of America's most saga
cions, virtuous ami patriotic Statesmen.
For Congress.
[ELECTION ON THE FIRST MONDVY IN OCTOIIER I
1840 ]
R. W. HABERSHAM, -f Habersham,
V\ ILLIAM C. I)AWSON. of Greene,
JULIUS C. ALFORD, of Troup,
LUUKNIUS A. NISBET, of Bibb,
LOTT WARREN, oj Sumter,
THOMAS BUTLER KING, of Glynn,
ROGER L. GAMBLE, of Jefferson,
JAMES A MERRI WETHER, xf Putnam,
THOMAS F. FOSTER, of Muscogee.
For Electors of President and Vice Presi
dent.
[ELECTION THE FIRST MONDAY IN NOVEMBER,
1840.]
GEORGE R. GILMER, of Oglethorpe,
Gen. DUNC AN L. CLINCH, of Camden,
Cm,. JOHN W. CAMPBELL, of Muscogee,
Ma.i. JOEL CRAWFORD; of'Hancock,
CHARLES DOUGHERTY, of Clark,
SEATON G R ANTLAND, oj Baldwin,
Gen. ANDREW MILLER, of Cass,
Gen. W. \v. EZZARD. of De Kalb,
C. I!. STRONG, of Bibb,
JOHN WHITEHEAD, of Burke,
Gen. E WIMBERLY, of Twiggs.
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P O Ii I Tl€ A L.
OLD TIPPECANOE.
During the celebration of the Fourth of
July at Columbus, Mr. Allen G. Bass was
loudly called upon for a song ; in response to
tho call, Mr. Bass gave the following in his
happiest style. It. is uuuccessry to say, it
went off amid roars of laughter and applause.
Air— “ Rosin the Bow.”
Come all ye good Whigs of old Georgia,
And all ve sick Vanocrats, too;
Como out from among the foul party,
And vote for old Tippecanoe.
Tbeqrreat twenty-second is coining,
And the Van-Jacks begin to look blue;
For, alas! there's no chance for poor Martin,
If we’ll stick to old Tippecanoe.
I, therefore, .will give you a warning,
Not that any good think it will do,
i For I’m certain, you all are a going,
To vote for old Tippecanoe:
Then let us be up and a doing,
Ami cling to our cause well and true ;
I’ll bot you a fortune, we’ll boat them,
With the hero of Tippecanoe.
Good men from the Van-Jacks are flying,
Which makes what are left askew ;
For they all are joining the standard,
With the hero of Tippecanoe.
And we all are fully determined,
No matter for rain, bail, or snow,
To do what we can in the battle,
For the hero of Tippecanoe.
’ So lot us iro on in Columbus.
Have meetings and big dinners too ;
For ( see that the Van-Jacks are startled,
At the sound of old Tippecanoe.
I hey say he lives iri a log cabin,
And there drinks hard cider, too;
.Well, what if he docs, I’m certain,
He’s the hero of Tippecanoe.
So. if we get any ways thirsty.
I'll tell you ail whitt we can do;
We’ll bring down a beg of hard cider,
And drink to old Tippecanoe.
MISSISSIPPI COMING.
The Grenada Reporter, one of the most
spirited arid thorough going Locofocopress
es in all Mississippi, has hauled down the
Van Buren flag and hoisted that of Harri
son and Tyler. The Editor savs:
“We Iran, y confess we are convinced
we have beet; at error—doing wrong to
ourself, our cot. ry, -pud posterity in the
humble but hearty support we “hitherto
rendered the Administration: wo therefore
abandon it. We have believed that the
policy of the Admin station would pro
mote the prosperity and happiness of out
country- It is now plain to ou mental
vision that a more ruinous policy,one more
destructive to all the great branches of in
dustry and trade which make uo The sum
total of our country’s business, wealth, and
prosperity, could not be pursued. WY see
the most energetic and enterprise g of Yur
citizens daily failing around us; eean tee
every branch of business stagnant, evdtry i
trade and profession suffering; we see I'll j
the chiel staples arid particularly the gri^U 1
staple of the South, depressed to a degrd t
totally ruinous to the pioductor; we se.
tho Government itself, with all its boaster
self sustaining powers, after separating it- J
Gelt from the People, and flundering in Ihe
j maze ol a labyrinthine ‘experiment,’ re
duced tu the necessity of issuing batch af
: ter'batch ol ] reasrtry slijnplasters to pay
j “If its creditors. W have seen nil these
j things more in pity than in anger, and see
! IU S • hom, instead of realizing the prosperi
• and happiness -so long promised by the
Administration, and believing ourselves in
j error in sustaining it, we now abrogate
our allegiance to locofoism, and renounce
j thereto all lavor, affection, and fealty.”
WILLIAM HENRY HARRISON,
Ihi bran: anil skilful general, the wise
and firm politician, the prudent farmer ,
Ihi poor mans friend, and the people's
candidate for President of the United
States.
Messrs. Imutors : — Since my last I
have been ploughing, and thinking about
the striking similarity between our condi
tion as a government, and that of ancient
Lome in the days ofCincinnatus, and that
ol Um. 11. Harrison. Ancient Rome was
a republic, and through the wisdom, patri
otism, and eloquence ofCincinnatus, was
prosperous. |[ e , thinking the course of
ailaus being well directed, and relying up
on tin; wisdom and patriotism of his fellow
ctizens, and desiring repose, retired to his
farm, no doubt hoping all would go well.
Hut soon, through a course of bad policy,
the peace of the government was disturb
ed, and its prosperity blighted. In this state
of aflairs, the repose of the old man was
disturbed by a committee from the people,
who waited upon him, and finding him at
his plough, laid their petition before him,
who, though fond ol retirement and repose,
with a deep sigh, influenced by love of
country and regard for his fellow-citizens,
left his plough and domestic enjoyment,
repaired to the post assigned him, and
through his wisdom, firmness, and patriot
ism, peace and prosperity were ngain re
stored. So VV'm. 11. Harrison, when 18
years old, left the delightful home of his
patriotic father, took upon himself the hard
ships and braved the dangers of the ten
ted field, the scalping-knife and tomahawk
ofthe northern Indians, until they were
humbled, and peace restored to our north
western frontier. lie enjoyed the confi
dence of Washington, Adams, Jefferson
and Madison, in evidence of which, see the
appointments he received, and whfth he
honored by a disinterested and faithful dis
charge of duty, until the close of the late
war with Great Hritian, when, in evidence
ofthe people’s knowledge of his firmness
and ability, he is placed by them in the
national council of our republic. There he
commanded respect, until his disinterested
and patriotic vole upon the Missouri ques
tion, which he fearlessly gave impelled
by the love of country and equal rights, and
with a full knowledge as expressed by him
self that it would result in his political
death. People of the South ! Ploughmen!
think ! He not only fought your battles,
but he laid down his political life in de
fending your interests. Do you, can you
want a greater evidence of his regard for
O o
you? I think not. Methinks l hear n
general response• from the ploughmen of
Georgia, “No —it is enough.” Well fel
low-citizens, did he begin now to act .ike
ambitious and aspiring politicians do, to
cut and come, and change his coat ? No I
But delighted with the prospect of peace
and prosperity attending his beloved coun
try, he breathes his benediction for her fu
ture welfare, and retires to his plough.
But, fellow-citizens, when Harrison was
in the field fighting your battles, where
was Aft. Van Buren? By his side? No—
not he. When Harrison gave the vote in
your favor by which he laid down his pol
itical liTe for you, where was Mr. Van Bu
ren ?—By his side, acting a similar part?
No—not he. But 1 will tell you where he
was a while before, and what he was do
ing. He was in the Senate of New York in
structing her Senators and Representatives/
to vote against the reception of Missouri
into the Union unless she would strike
Slavery from her constitution.
But what has been Mr. Vati Buren’s
general course in a political poiniof view?
lie was against and for the war—he was
against and for James Madison—he was
for and against De Witt Cljmon—he was
for and against the Tariff—be was against
and for Jackson—and now as the nominee
ol Gen. Jackspu, stands pledged to tread 1
in his stops. Jut has he done it ? If yea,
why the < tier :nce in the condition of the
country \\ hat has he promised you ?
He has promised a sound currency and
‘\Our pockets filled with gold and silver
arVou got paper, while he and his office-
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