Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, IA [i.e. Ind.]) 1839-1854, 1849-08-29

w nat triumph IoE the o!d
hero
One day-a man in thread
bare coat. pants t!itto-hat ditto
eyes distendcd-noStriIs wide. and
hair streaming. rushed up Penn
sylvania Avenue towards the
Presidential Mansion. 1t was the
vcri,ablc Lippard The letter was
in one hand--his famous Legends
in anotl,cr,and his philippe agains,
Corwin was between his teeth.
Can words pain, the desperate
daring Of that man as he strobe
fearlessiy up that avenue, besct
with ,nyriads oiiicc-holdcrs and
office seekers? l rather guess
they can't.
On he strobe. and as the ranks
Of men beheld tho rapt express
sion on his countenance. they fell
back in dismay. lie gains the
steps----hc acknowledgements
through tho open door. and i lost
to our view. We wait patiently
for his return. An half hour pas
SEES and he energies from that
door. " no car surmisc what
has tra,lspircd in that cvcl.tiul
half hour?
Upon his brow dwclIs frown
blacker than Erehus. How his
eyes fash flames like those which
mark the firing Of serricd platoons
his set lips disclose bis teeth fair
" lizzing with anger, and he
family cxclaims: "Gol darn it,
We who cannot feel the wei ght
Of agony pressing the life out Of
a man, come gaze at that man.
Gazo at him as he rapidly trayer-
scs the banquettc, whist.ing in low
plaIntivc tones the affecting molo-
dy of "Dandy jim"
1t is Il sight to make angel,
weep. No wonder humanity takes
Iumbago in the back when he
thinks of it.
That philippe is vet in his hand
that letter eagerly clufchcd be
tween his fingers-ha! he is bout
to rcnd it to pieccs-a better tho't
seiZes hin-he will consign it to
ten-fold oblivion, he will publish
it in the Union!
At that moment his cOunten-
ancc bears a marvellous rescm
Lance to that OF his own Devil
Bug. Its lines are marked with
passionate terocity.
Who that looks upon him does
not trcmblc lest those frowns
should denote a determination to
annihilatc the old General by
writing a Legend against him.
Scarcely could you survive such
an attack hardy old suldier--an
attack much more to be dreaded
than the onset of hungry Mexi-
cans
And will he not wrcak his ven
oeance2 Will the immortal lip
pard 90 down to the grave and
forcgo his sweet revenge? He
would die before he would con
sent to do so. a man who was
married by moonlight on the
banks of the Wissahicl>on can die
but cannot endure disgrace.
TO be refused an office after he
had the honor of Il private letter
from Gen. Tay!or-aftcr he had
canvassed for him. the revulsion
of feeling was too CREATOR, he
was great man, he was but
mortal.
That pen-the same which had
slain SO many tories. and painted
SO many battle pictures. which
had written Headldey's Wash
ington and his Generals common
ces its onsIaughter upon Taylor
He opens his batteries from the
columns of tho Union.
AS he writes, General Taylor.
feeling prcsentment OF the aw
full catastrophe about to ,Tanspire.
takes a glass of lemonade to
steady his ncrves-the nerves that
did not trembIc i'm the presence
of the Mexican artillery. But
Lippard was quite another matter.
The letter was written 80 was
published. The skies cleared up
----polly wogs discontinued the
muscular vibrations of their ter
49, Gen. TAYLOR never
read the Union, and Lippard is
inconsolab'c.
Mr.. Greeley being asked by
ut what season Of