Southport telegraph. [volume] (Southport, W.T. [i.e. Kenosha, Wis.]) 1840-1850, 1844-12-03
THE DEFEATED ONE.
pr, IT'S NOTHING WHEN YOU'RE USED TO IT.
BY JOSEPH C. NEAL.

The following is the concluding part of
sketch, by the editor of the Philadelphia
Saturday Gazette. under the above head
1t may be however that people generally
regard political defeat, especially if the indi-
vdual himself chances TO be on the sreturns,'
among the. killed and wounded, as not ex.
actly coming under the head of entertaining
but other people we know, think even this is
nothing when you are used to it. Here, as
elsewhere, the hand Of least employment,
hath the daintier sense.' And then, the
freedom from every tramneI which il in
wolves. Bless thee, friend, one walks home
after such disaster with not shadow of re-
al care upon his mind. Whatever of sorrow
he may suppose himself to have, it is but a
grief from the storehouse of imagination.
He is exempt from all soicitade. He can
betake himself with confidence TO bed. A
minority slumber is rarely disturbed by the
roaring shouts of torch-light procession.
1t is not expected that he should SILVER
ingly arise at two O'Clock in the morning TO
make thankful speeches for the honor which
has been done him. He can take his meals
and read the returns in quiet, unannoyed by
either bell or knocker. He IS &c, required
TO give ''cold cut" previously given 10 him
at the polls When he walks forth, his way
Through the streets is clear and unembarass-
ed. Nobody squeezes bis hand and asks for
his influence. He is not abliged 10 perplex
his brain for the coinage of piquant replies,
in answer to fiat and wearsome compliment.
Success must smile, but defeat may indulge
in his humor.
And then, what cares he for securities?
He is safe enough in himself. His aff,lirs,
too, may stand as they are-no winding up
and packing up, no changes TO disturb his
household goods, or 10 distress his adhesive
ness. No winter at Washington or sojourn
at Harrisburg, to be provided for; no cogita-
tons about how to remain popular and how
to satisfy the world and the worlds wife. He
who is defeated, may think as he pleases,
and wear what he pleases, 60 where he plea
SOS. He is neither compelled to have opin-
ions, nor 10 ''define POSITIONS" He has no
dignity to support, plnchins him under the
arms, and rendering him as uncomfortable as
an unaccustomed coat, and whether he is
arstocratic IN his department or otherwise,
nobody knows and nobody cares.
Who, then, let US ask, who would not be
a defeated cannidate? Who would not be.
like Jaffier, sin love and pleased with ruin?'
1t is for the constituency TO repent Of blum
ders; not for him, the free, the untrammeled
the independent, the unvoied for. If the
affairs of the public go wrong, let others
weep-'thou can'st not say did it,
But the gentlemen whose portrait is given
above THE Gazette has an apt and happy
wood cut Of the defeated one,' in an attitude
before his glass shows, that he at least, has
not yet learned the philosophy OF politics.
Hating before the mirror, from bis hasiy
taverses about the apartment, he exchan-
ges scoWl for scowl with his image, as if DIS
posed to go Bullets. He would also see
whether he is mistaken in the merits of the
man who had been presented for suffrage
and had been denied. But he can discover
no change-no falling off, and his wra. III in
creases. 1t is plain alas! that Stentor Siubbs
is not used TO it and that he is, as yet, I'M
able to take that philanhropic view of the
case which would tell that if he had been
successful the other side must perforce have
been sad A certain amount of sadness is
inevitable. If you listen carefully each bur-
rah has It's countervailing groan; and the be-
nevoent man whose luck it is-whether
good or bad we shall not now undertake to
decide-not TO be elevated, might do much
towards consoling himself, by rejecting upon
the happiness derived by others from his mis-
chance. Ought we not-let the query be
pondered-ought we not, in the transcenden-
talsm of our humanity, 10 desire defeat for
this very purpose? What triumph over
seltishness, to be able to say, sfTwas tina,
made 'em crow-but for my imperfect run
ming they would now have been in tears
Stentor Stubs, however, in the first flush
of his disappointment, carried on the war
differently from not generalzing enough
When the result was ascertained, Stentor
Stubs hammered his hat upon his brow, as
if, unlike Patrick Henry, he was determined
never again, 10 bow to the majesty of the
people, 1t seemed as if it was proposed that
bis hat should be from this time forth. install
led as a fixture-Stubbs and his hat, :. one
and indvsblc." Stubs buttoned his coat
clear up TO his chin, with All air that told
palmer than words could speak that his cha
rites were hereafter to remain at home. and
that all popular avenues 10 his heart were
closed now and forever, with mo admitiance.
chalked over the door, no adm;ttance ex-
cept on business TO the bosom of Stentor
Stubs. He took his d feat as the inexpe-
renced are apt TO take such things, as per- I
sonal matter. Not being used TO it. he felt |
atfronted. He thought that he bad been
made game of. To be game of your own
accord is an honor, but to imagine that other I
folks are making game of you, is productive
of an unpleasant sensation, when you are not
exactly used TO ii.
Don't go Siubbs,' said brother polti-
clan, as he pulled his segar: wait for the
full returns want TO know bow much you're /
defeated; cause Imade bet that you could
mt come it. Then, there's the rest of the
ticket
The furies. take the rest of the ticket /
CALCULATED Stubbs, as he pushed through the /
crowd and strobe Indignantly along; I'LL 90
straight home and break something. mi
smash chair over the table-Fil Jam nv
stick right through the window-.Ii dance /
on the top Of the tea things. Not elected!
Don't let any body ever ,ry 10 speak TO me
again, if they don't want 10 catch it. But if