The Port Gibson herald, and correspondent. (Port Gibson, Claiborne Co., Miss.) 1848-18??, 1851-01-17
From Che Louisville Journal.
A Dream,

VI heeplhg awake ana plOddlng through
The debates of the Southern convention
But 1t would not do, for fell asleep
On the speech Of a certain colonel,
And dreamed dream that think would read
Quite well in the Louisville Journal.
ldreamed that / stood the door of church
But, to my puritan notion,
The ominous sounds heard within
Were very unlike devotion.
Amid the crowd that was gathering there
One fixed my whole attention,
Though couldnot but think itstrange to see
A ghost at such convention.
He looked somewhat like flesh and blood.
But he looked still more like spectre:
And from his stride as he passed along,
You'dhave thoughthim the fHector,
He bore in his hand hickory cane,
His nose was decidedly Roman;
And one who had felt the glance of his eye
Would never have wished him foeman
All backward the white hair grew on his head;
Twas obstinate hair to doso;
A word, however, will make it plain
On an obstinate head it grew so.
As he hurried past, through the open door,
To himself he audibiy muttered:
IT'S strange remembered, when awoke,
The very words he uttered,
"They make such terrible pother," said he,
"That cannot sleep in quiet,
And I've left my rest at the Hermitage,
To learn the cause of the riot.
"They surely have not forgotten yet
How | said, in accents fervid,
On noted occasion, long ago,
The Union--it mast be preserved.
sand yet they handy about word
With which | have no communion
A word which wakes my direst rage,
The hateful word-diSunion
"But if they are plotting, as | have heard,
Any such mad scheme internal,
They shall feel the weight Of my hickory cane;
TUrout them, By The EternCIi I"
And he brandished his cane with his slladowy
arm,
And the fire in his eye grew vivid;
And his ghostly lip, which was pale before,
With rage grew still more livid.
He jostled the crowd in his anger dire,
But no one seemed to know it,;
None seemed aware that ghost was near,
But your humble servant, the poet.
followed in with the eager throng,
For the sake of seeing and hearing.
There he sat, with his chin on the top of his
cane,
And his eye DER the audience peering!
An occasional "humph!" was the only re-
sponse
That he gave to the eloquent pleading.
Ifear this strictly correct account
Somewhat impeaches his breeding.
At length his patience entirely gave out;
His anger no longer tanning,
With look of ineffable rage and disgust,
He sprang to his feet, exclaiming-
s'You're nest of pitiful traitors no doubt,
But your folly your treason surpasses;
You're beneath the scorn of a dignfed ghost;
Go 10 --J for parcel Of assesH
At this only observed blush
On the faces of some of the leaders,
although they tried to appear absorbed
a In the words of their eloquent pleaders.
But whether the cause Of the blush might be
The ospectre's emphatic sermon,
Or the dawn of acaking consciousness.
could not for my life determine.
Ichanced to remember, about this time,
Poor Trayin certain fable,
And SO gladly made my escape
As fast as ever was able.
The ghost had gone a little before,
And must not fail to mention
The parting word which he uttered to me,
AS we left the famous convention.
"They may buster as much as they please,
said he,
"Like oysterwomen or draymen,
But let them commit one overt act,
And IN hang them as high as Hamdn"
And then / awoke, giving answer TO him
sTwill be strange, as well as a pity,
IF you do not make, at an early day,
A trip to the Puritan City" G. VEER