Southern standard., 1851-07-19
Eor the Southern Stnndn,a

coon posted on the corner 5 Oh the stIeetS Union
association" guessed what was to pay at tb.
Court house; SO l sauntered up there and peeped
:, for a moment. to hear what to be heard
and 10 see what was to be seen. As you were not
there, or at least did not see you, l thought
would tell you about the meeting. A respectable
old gentleman in the chair-Capt. Barksdas
speakine--the crowd awfully small-wonderfuTy So
Now | thought this Union party boasted that they
ont mernberd the State Rights party, but as sure
as you are born they made poor show that
night In fact there was mighty thin crowd
The .Cautain therefore did not say much, but what
he did say was mighty nice; for you know he al
ways says nice things-for instance, che was for
his country, his glorious country-the constitution
that had protected his rights for near seventy
wears p You know that he used to be for the
SOUTH but now he goes the WHOLE HOG
He never said a word about northern aggression"
this time-not one word against the "free solersp
"abolitionists, not one word against General
Foote this time. But tell you what he did say,
he said that he intended, some night next week. to
make reply to the attack you had made against
him. 1t is a strange thing in human nature
quently becomes his greatest prosecutors. Go
hear how he will get the documents.
Capt Crusoe next addressed the association and
here is an idea or two that he adyanced-"you
Mr. Chairman are an American from necessity
am an American from choice. 1 am Southern
er more in feeling, but sirs | am Uu;oa man!
Sirs when hear men talk as lightly about dissov-
ing this Union, they talk about dissolving
mercantile establishment, must confess sirs that
am staggered. When sirs you dissolve this Union
it will be the worst day America ever saw. We
will be divided up into little despotic governments
every State will be for itselfdespotism will pre-.
vail all over the world-No, sirs, STOP By the gods
there uciH meper be despOtiSm IN England!
1t was quite amusing to see how tenacious the
Captain is of his first love.
The crowd then called loudly for one of their
champions-once regarded as the most gifted ora.
tor in this part of the country. 10. Bouehelle
rose to his feet and cast around pompous look Of
dignity, and commenced at once in the sehool-boy
tone of you'd scarce expect one of my age to
speak in public on the stage 10 spoke in pow
erful strain. Those who know him can appreciate
his pathetic style. He thumped his breast-stam-
ped his foot-beat the desk in pieces, and clapped
his fist in his hand-threw back his head and tum-
| bled his arms about. Every time he said "glori-
Gus Union the audience applauded. l viii try to
give you his speech, at least try to convey to
you the ideas he advanced. Here it is
''When | look back upon the past, and call to
r memory the flowing tides of the dark political
floods, and watch with anxious solictude the moy-
ing whirpools of political infamy am struck with
awe, and my tongue almost cleaves to the roof OF
} my mouth, and the powerful expansion of every
nerve and the vigorous contraction of every mus.
Gle, convulsed with emotions and tremulous with
the forebodings Of desolation at the unhalloved
usurpations of political power brought to bear ia
the field for the destruction of this glorious Uon
Applause
gaze with painful remembrance upon the glo-
! rlous statues of our ancestry, who shed their v-
ing blood upon the battle field in combating foI
. our liberties, and my heart swens with bursting
l. gratitude in contemplation of the brilliant star.
y and stripes that spreads It's massive wings in the
blue expanse Of the azure sky and sheds its illu-
mnatlons to the darkest corners Of the world |
beheld with emotions OF overwhelming ioy and
:, would snatch from The rolling car of time one Of
It the most amazing apos.ates and damnng hallu-
cnatlons that foated before the excited imag
nation of the warrior or swept like an avalanche
n with its dark floods of volcanic eruptions over
: struggling millions, burying beneath its crushing
= wheels the proudest monuments of the old world
and tearing to pieces the proudest government that
smiling Heaven ever blessed, bursting asunder the
d strong chords of our great and glorious Union
b Great applause.
r
$ Tell me not, sirs, of the destiny of my happy
d country. Her days are not numbered: Blu
bright as the rays of the morning sun she vii
move on majesticly, notwithstanding the upturn
i lngs of political parties-the combinations and re
combinations of political fanatcism that moves OIL
g with the waves of rolling sea and gathers Ek
IS the smoking clouds, and comes like the thunder
ing storms to sweep over US like the dark cloud
, destruction, sending its piercing shadows deem ;r
e to the hearts of aceuntrymen, reaehe
lie along the mountain side and tells in mournfpl =.
d dencies of the expiring patriotism that once burr
: ed in the bravest and purest hearts of peonle 10
: on by the arm of Washington in the olor;ou
! struggles for our Union. [Great applause.
What do they PROPOSE What do thew nronos.
,, Why, sirs the fanatic brain of the warrior Id :
u by the shouts of victory-the dark stream,
;, blood that pour in silent torrents before his how'll
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