Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1844-10-25
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Thou Sylla upon which my fortunes have
shipwrecked.
Knight well say, God protect me agains,
my friends. They are the cause of my undo.
ing. They forced me to write my RALEIGH
letter against my wishes, and in condemna.
ton of my former principles-by that letter
thought to kill Capt. Tyler-in that letter
opposed annexation on constitutional grounds
Il gilded the bait to the Abolitionists BY p;v-
ing them Canada Republic to the North =.
counterpoise to the Lone Star of the South
which I doomed to perpetual exclusion from
our glorious Union. But scarcely was there
time for my Abolition friends to establish tho
principles of my Raleigh letter in the North
and for Black Dan. to hold me to nv first
| pledge-my kinsman, Cassius, to divulge nv
private opinions to the rascally Aboitionists.
and Jonny @. to arrange his private affairs fo,
his departure to Hayti as my ambassador.
! when 10! and behold, the South and West Were
in blaze, and and my principles almost
secuted out of old Kentuck, voice from Tus.
caloosa fell on my ear, begging for the sake Of
all I hold dear, (viz my popularity to pour
little oil on the troubled waters. replied
that, personally had no objection to the anner-
atior' Of Teas. That is, /, Henry Clay, as
a.. individual-mark tha:-have no sort of OBJ.
lection. But will not commit the Wing can.
didate for the Presidency, to satisfy those
Southern Hotspurs for there is Daniel,
who holds the Wing candidate by the first
pledge. l have no confidence in him, and
owe him grudge for his communication to
the Madisonian. But, notwithstanding, if he
secures me the votes of the Abolitionists,
will put him in the line Of " safe precedents."
Whal! Not satisfied yet? Now hear me
the third time, We fools who are SO dull of
comprehension, and SO full of Southern re-
beIlion. |, Henry Clay, " have no personal
, "objection to the annexation of Texas, and
should be glad to see it, Now, if that does
not satisfy them, | will write them once more
and last letter gall and wormwood to the
South, for l at last believe that my conduct in
the bargain with J. Q. Adams has forever
damned me in the South and West. | will
turn to New England, with tears in my eyes.
Gas they once did to me-see my Blair leters.)
and will "pray them to consider seriously
whether the public good and their own flu
ture interests" | mean mine,) lido not point
distinctly to me.'' How can they withstand
all this disinterested kindness1 50 My friends
entertain the belief that the Abolitionists will
in the end, be more likely TO bestow their
votes on me than on my opponent. have
always replied: Be guided solely by the public
good; (they know what Imean by public goOd.)
Well, well, know by experience that ''the
way of the transgressor is hard - but / have
resolved to 90 forward.-I fear my vanl,ing
ambition will overleap ilself-and there is
Polk, who hath borne himself so meekIy, that
when my friends attempt his defamation '.his
virtues plead like Angels trumpet 'ongued,"
and sllences my whole pack-from the "god-
like Daniel" down, down to the Editor of the
Observer.
A noise without! Enter Clay's man Charles.
Prince Hak-Well Charles, what now
Narhs.-Why, massa, the Democrats are
about to raise hickory pole on your premises,
and unless you stop it, your subjects in the
State will revolt.
L. HaL-What new trump is now turned!
CHarAes.-One says the Wing Banner State,
Delaware. Blue Hens Chickens, and all, are
gone for Polk and Dallas. A second says
the Key Stone State has followed suit and a
third says Georgia is in open rebellion, and
We have only saved Maryland by the skin of
our teeth
Z. Hal--Had but died an hour before this
chance, had lived blessed time. o, Tex
as, Texas, Tariff, Bank and Abolition, these
are the weights that pull me down. Get thee
from me Charles--I am unworthy to be thy
master-seek ]. @. Adams, and proceed to
Hayt with him-tell him how love him; he
will advance you.
Charles, crying.-Massa must needs 60
and leave you, and follow that old Goldfish
man. No mussa, Charles prefers to sail up
Salt River with you.
z. HaL-WelI Charles, did not think you
could make me blubber so. Charles, my
man, ambition ruined your master. thought
to win by corruption. more than by honesty.
but could not silence the tongues of the De.
mocrats. Farewell, long farewell to all
my greatness and my fall is like Lucifer's.
| (Exit-P. Hal. and Charles, both crying.)
Oct. 18th. 1914. SAMPSON.
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