The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1842-09-17
From the National Forum.
THE NAME UPON OUR BANNER.


suffer in comparison with any one of the
thousand names that gimmer upon the
thousand pennons, flags, and ilaglets of
our opponents.
In the centre Of the mount of good, old
fashio4cd WIG PRINCIPLES. towers the
pine-tree staff of the Wing Host, planted
in the soil of Republican faith, and cap
ped by the insignia of freedom, while the
broad folds of the banner bears the name
which has been our war-cry in the flush
of victory, our solacc IN danger, our rally
ing shout in deleat-the name of IIENEY
Clay. Around the foot of this mount of
old time, Wing principles are scattered, a
thousand seeds, a thousand wind-riven
sapplings, each bearing its diminulive flag,
inscribed with the name of the Radical
Leaders, in big, broad letters, which ilu-
ter in the light, and ripple and wave in
every breeze, but still are far. far below
the colossal staff of the Republican host.
From these thousand haglets what name
shall we select for comparison, with the
name upon our bannerl
Shall We take yonder flag, dirty-wh,e
in hue, and molh-eaten from the rotten
ness o: its material, bearing The name of
John G. Calhoun on one side, with Null
LITIGATION dimly scrawled upon the other2
Shall we select yonder camelcon BAN
ner, which now seems red, now seems
blue, now changes to black, again turns to
beautiful gamboge, and finally, deepens
snto sort of an '.invisible green," while
upon its changing folds, you read thou
sand mottos, varying every momert now
can you make out the word consistency
in flush it turns TO "hones, changes of
opinion" ere you can look again that is
gone, and you peruse the name-John
Tyler, in letters of dingy black, surroun-
ded by whole armament of sagacous
maxims, "wise saws" and very "modern
instances"
Shall we select this cameleon standard,
or shall we turn to TIE worn out flag Of
Van Burenism, or the gauze fabric of
Bentonism, through which the very sun
shines; or shall we take yon substantial
banner, half white, with the name of James
Buchanan written upon its centre, in
plain, schoolboy's hand, with beautiful
circle of black cockades twining round it,
in The way of a wreath? Let this be the
name for comparison then, and we will
for moment examine the claims of the
modern statesman, to the degree of J. d..
Jefferson Democlat, which me Royal
College of modern Democracy has affixed
to his substantial cognomen.
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here. There is an ancient German legend
1xtant, which relates how and why
student of the Black Art became too ia
military acquainted with certain Wizard,
who insisted upon the possession of the
said students soul. To deliver himself
from the power of the Wizard, the student
of the Black Art was commanded 10 wan
der through the subterranean reccsscs of
the lIartz mountains, until he discovered
certain Witch, who had in her possess
sion scroll, which the student was to
seize, and retain, and then he might bid
the Wizard defiance. After much wan
dering, the student at last behcIt. the
Witch, leaped forward to seize the scroll
ircm her hand, when bottomlcss abyss
opened at his feet. He hesitated-'L cap!
leap, llermerm screamed the Witch-9the
gap widcns and the scroll retreats''
The student made desperate spring, clear
ed the abyss, gained the side of the Witch;
but. lamen,able event. the scroll was in
the hands of the Wizard himself, who was
an old friend of my lady the Witch, and
the poor student had to leap back again
over the widening abyss. He was swal-
lowed up in the gulf
The application is plain, James Buch-
anan, student in the Black Art, of the Fed
eralism Of 1872, land an ardent student he
was too.) placed himself within the grasp
of the Wizard, who controlled the great
Democratic party, no less man than Hen
ry Clay. Oblivion and political damna-
ton were following close at the heels of
James; he wandered through the sublerra-
mean recesses of modern Federalism, until
he beheld the Witch of Democracy, STAN
ding with the scroll of the True Faith in
her hand. There was but one hope for
James now; he must jump or die. While
he was meditating upon the matter, the
abyss of 1924, which gave rise to thou
sand new factions, opened at his feet =
slump, James, jump" cried the Witch
slump, James-nop or ncucr , The gap
,cidens and scroll retreats ns
There was nc time for argument James
beheld the gulf at his feet, Democracy on
the other si'ie, and Federalism, side by
side with political Damnaton in his rear.
Collecting all his energies for the effort,
he made the leap, sprang over the abyss
of 1924, and found himself firmly planted
in the soil of Democracy, close by the
side Of the Witch; but alas for James, the
scroll of the Faith was in the hands of the
Wizard of the narfv uonru Cln,, and oil