The North-Carolina standard., 1843-10-11
New York City, Sept 27, 1913.

you from the great City am stunned and almost borne
down by the excitement oecasioned by the wonders in
this latitude. have all the great men, and ma
jory of the pretty women; have stood and stand
upon the old Manhattan famed in Knickerbocker; and
my mind goes back the day when nought disturbed the
solitude but the cry of the sebrd and the laugh of the
ndoent wrecker" Sir, this is great place. There
so much of the thrilling osdersuch an array of steam
boats and vesses-so many overlapping houses-so
much Joy and misery bleRded-so many unexceptiona-
BILE minslings, and many good oyster houses, that
absolutely despair of giving adequate description
of northern Society. You must therefore wait till get
back, when will tell you all.
am reasonably we'll pleased with the way you have
managed the Register Never commit yourself, how
ever. Talk in the abstract, and when you can't talk
sense, do as do-taM metaphor Words-mere words,
you know, are the things Pour it into the Standard
Call him renegade If nobody believes you, something
is nevertheless accomplished; for things. If
believed all say, and all Whskerando tells me to say
should be the greeest specimen of the editorial aer
nifty in existence. kio,c, my good fellow, that you
never believed in any thing but the sound of shilling;
and have sometimes thought you too careful of the in
teress of number Every man to his taste however
think it more than probable, from talk had with
Whiskerando before left that the club will meet be-
fore get back to choose candidate for Governor. You
must be certain to attend and give my vote. My first
choice is Charles Manly; but you need not say Man
ly is such good fellow-so goodhumored and cheerful
and withal so sensible-that think he ought to be
my first choice Besides, should he be the Governor,
know he would not overlook me. 1 should stand
chance to get back to the Literary Board.
And now, my dear Blower, must close When your
opponents press hard upon you think of my example in
the cabin campaign, and cheer up. Tell them that
the great political battle is yet be fought that if you
are destined to fall you will go down like the ustrious
Campbell,
With your back the ground and your face to the foe
that the battle is not TO the swift the to the
strong that locofocosm threatens spread like the
tall pine of the forest and cast red branches TO the
winds; and that Clay is the only who sustain
and enable to perpetuate the battle and bequeah it
from s'beedng sire to son!' Do all this, and every
thing else you think Of and you safe. FAREWELL
GREAT WESTERN.
Here The BIotcer touched his beaver and kissed his
ten fingers" to the whole crowd-grnned at the Short
Farmer-took deep pull at the hard cider, and took
his seat Whereupon Whiskerando moved that the vote
for Governor be taken. He said it growing late and
he longed to fling the Stany banner to the winds This
motion opposed by the Short Farmer who said there
gentleman present unqualified to vote, mas
much as he supposed to be in favor of himself He
moved that the gentleman withdraw in order that it
might not be said of the club that it voted under fear
personal consequences. Immense sensation At this
stage of the discussion David himself arose, and after
expressing great personal regard for the Short Farmer
threatened to ihitate that individual if he said
ther word in derogation Of his honor. This brought
things little straight like, for the Short Farmer got be-
hind the Blower, but nevertheless that the next
who pulled his should be reported to Mr. Clay.
The motion ballot for Governor having been carried by
the casting vote Of the Chairman, The Blower and the
Short Farmer appointed to collect the ballots and
report This duty was performed, and the follow
ing result announced For Edward Stany-2 votes; for
Charles Manly one for COL Joyner one for Henry Clay
one; for The Little BLO,rer one Here there anoth
er scene OF UnexamPIed richness Whskerando
and said that person, he would not undertake to
say who had nsuted the Club and treated the great
Whg party with ndgnity, by presuming to cast vote
for totally unfit to be Private Secretary to
the Governor. The Little Blower! And who was this
personage But he would choke in his wrath, and in the
mean time move to have the matter investigated He
called upon each member of the Club to in his place
and name the person for whom he had voted His vote
he was proud say, had been cast for Edward Stanly
" So mine," responded David. &" And voted" said
Practical Vigor, &c for Col Joyner." Here three
accounted or but who had voted the other three
AT length the Short Farmer got upon his feet, Steam
cars and lightwood knots Mr.. President, you reckon
I'm going TO deny Henry Clay? No Sir. That my
vote. thought, he coming here in the Spring. he
the very AS to who gin the other votes don't
speak. only say heard the Blower say he intended
to split has ticket. This evidently bringing things to
crisis. The Blower turned pale and then turned red
gain and poking the Short Farmer the short
ribs with his knuckes But all this very far from
relieving him. Within reach of Whiskerando-underI
the whitening eye of ofDavd-exposed to the cutting pork
and homnai,y sarcasms of Practical Vgorliabe to be
threatened by the Short Farmer-what could he do but
confess his SIM and throw himself upon the mercy of
the Club2 He did confess. The Great Western had
voted through him for Mr. Manly-and he, The Blower,
had voted for himself. This enough. Whskerando
pronounced him nsane Practical Vigor said he had ta
ken too much hard-cider and that he would soon sober
him. if he had him in of his David
merely looked at hm-and heavens! what emphatic
ook the Chair groaned nwardly being pesered in sPr-
it: whilst the Short Farmer that The Blower was
not sensible enough to be &c Kings Foolto Henry Clay
And who shall describe the agones Of The Blower him.
sefa Sitting apart from the company, and penetrated
by profound grief he seemed to be reading the mysteries
of the Stars and rejecting his latter end but he was
only making poetry; for occasionally lines fresh from
the inspiration of cider, tembed and fingered on
his lips as in the true spirit of an Indian brave, he sang
the pecularities of the Short Farmer:
Lo the Short Farmer! whose untutored mind
Sees Clay in clouds, and hears him in the wind;
His soul the Register ne'er taught to stray
Eortber than Rn1oSr,S WALL or Milcr'S