Washington telegraph., 1849-08-29
From the Rlchnsoasd Republican.
CALHOUN AND BENTON.
We don't know that Mr.. Calhou

We don't know that Mr.. Calhoun
would thank us for putting his name il
conjunction with that of Tom Benton
They "move in different spheres" Mr.
Calhoun says, and we were aware of that
before. But at present they are in pretty
close quarters, giving each other as fra
ternai a hug as St. George and the ORA
goon-Mr. Calhoun, of course, standing
for St. George, and Benton for the "var-
mint" All who have read Mr. Calhoun S
reply, will agree that it is mastery. No
thing that could come from Calhoun
could be commonplace. While we cam
not always agree with him, we never
cease to admire his ingenuity; his knock
down logic; the consciousness and yet
clearness of his style; and his marvellous
powers of condensation. Besides in any
! contest, which involves the questions at
issue between North and South, the
champion of the South has our sympathies.
We care not whether he be Jew or Gen
tile, Turk or Frank, so that he battles
manfully and honestly for the southern
cause.
1t must be confessed that late years
have witnessed most remarkable changes
in the great democratic party and its dis
tinguished statesmen There was time
when it claimed to be, not only majority
not only always victorioHs-but COM
plete model of solid union and unbroken
discipline. 1t was perfect rock No
thing could blow it up but gunpowder,
and the gunpowder was all at one time III
democratic hands. 1t claimed to be po-
litical Churcha at Rome, with its magnifi-
cent numbers and its undisturbed concord.
1t was also the exclusive champion of the
.SoutE, and, if there was anything dearer
even to Northern Democratic statesmen
than the loaves and fishes, it was the be-
loved Southern States of America and
their domestic institutions. But now,
alas, what change. The great rock is
blown into fragments, leaving an enor-
nous chasm, which the unfortunate Cass
madly endeavored to straddle in the last
election, but fell to the bottom and was
dashed to a thousand pieces. The Nor
thern allies have melted away like Nor
thern iceberg exposed to the devouring
rays of Southern sun. The magician
of Kinderhook has performed the most
wonderful trick of his whole juggling life,
and converted himself from 'sNorthern
man with Southern feelings" into a rant
ing and red hot enemy of every thing
that halls from this side of Mason &
Dixon. AS if this were not enough-as
if it were not sufficiently horrible and ap-
palling that the recreant Democracy
should gather in immense and hostile
squadrons on our Northern borders-lo.
we have treachery of the worst kind In
the very heart of the Southern Demo-
cratic camp. Texas. that little jade for
which we have suffered SO much; Texas,
the bride purchased at such cost OF
treasure, life and gallant deeds, rushes
from her bloody nuptials to ty to the en-
braces of stranger and.a mortal toe.-
The Hero of San Jacinto, who was so aW-
fully afraid that England would obtain
Texas, leads the way in stabbing his ma
tive South in the vitals. Better would
it have been for him to have perished on
the field where by the aid OF his brave
men. he immortalized his name, than to
90 down to posterily with the blight OF
treason creeping over the soldiers laurels
OH Ills DFOW
But this is not all. There was a time
when Thos II. Benton was kind of
Democratic demi-god Next to General
Jackson he was supreme. He was sort
of lion, or elephant. in the Democratic
camp. He was veritable sea serpent
a huge Leviathan of democracy. Where
is he now? Alas, how fallen. Or, rather,
how have the scales fallen from the eyes
of Democracy! Why, it was but the 9TH
er day that we saw the following toast,
given at 4th of July dinner at Williams
burg: eThomas III. Benton--The thief OF
Chapel Hill; May he be speedily elevated
to the gallows.
Of the great lights of Democracy, the
most prominent we mean of their distin-
guished strtesmen, Calhoun remains al
most alone. "Faithful among the faith
less" We admire his proud post and
his dauntless spirit We love to behold
the knightly manner in which he drives
his shining spear into the bristling boar
of Missouri. We consider it a luxury to
be in at the death, and to look upon the
trans6xed monster wallowing in the mud,
exhibiting his tusks and foaming at the
mouth, in impotent rage, while his victor
stands proudly erect, and scornfully turns
over the PROSTATE carcase with his foot.
Farewell to the famous Nero of mod
ern Democracy. Let "Sic Semper Iy-
rannis' be written upon his grave
stone.