Jeffersonian Republican. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1840-1853, 1852-12-02
Spiritual RappingS.

Inc prODaDlnty Is Cnat Lney nau some
mysterious agency in the election of
Pierce, perhaps by calling up to the ballot
box, "spirits from the vastly Deep" and
since the announcement of that event, it is
evident that they have not been idle or
inactive. Their great forte is said to con-
sist in the ability to produce mesmeric
sleep in the individuals who happen to
come under their influence, and it is
subject worthy of inquiry whether many
Wings were not operated upon in this way
on election day. Be this as it may, not
a few have since the election been troub-
led with rappings-Cabinet officers, For
eign Ministers, Consuls, Indian Agents,
Customhouse officers and Postma asters
have been especially annoyed, and Wing
editors, instead of dreaming of writing
leaders about the safety of the Union,
have seen visions of great connection
We ourself have more than once since
the election experienced slight rappings,
without, however, fully comprehending
their import; and the other evening, while
seated in our sanctum and pondering o.
yer the uncertainties, the ups and downs
of political life, we were kindly embraced
by "Nature's fond nurse;" but instead of
enjoying balmy sleep in her lap, we soon
found ourself transported to dreamland
where the following interesting scene was
straight-way presented to our vision, in
which, as will be seen, we became pref
ty prominent actor.
We fancied ourself seated astride an
old log on the Banks of great river, our
spectacles off and telescope to our eyes,
viewing the embarcation of large crowd
of men, some wearing epaulettes and 9TH
ers in citizens dress, while few hardy
tars stood on deck to receive the passen-
gers. Among this crowd we recognized
many friends and acquaintances, several of
whom winked at US significantly, while
others, seemingly much excited, motiOned
to us to come on board. We hesitated
for moment, but concluding it were bet
ter to be with the crowd and afoat than
solitary and alone on an old log, we mas
tered our aversion, and so walked the
plank and took seat on deck To our
great Joy, we found there amongst other
distinguished men, General Scott, who
was partaking ofa "hasty plate of SOUP"
which had just been cooked over blaz-
ing "ire in his rear"-and being told this
was the starting meal, and some one hand
ing us a spoon, we initiated the General
as well as we knew how, and found the
soup of an excellent flavor, though rather
too highly seasoned for our taste. Break
fast over, the dishes washed and slowed
away, and all things in readiness to COM
mence our voyage, orders were given to
cut the cable; and being fairly afoat, with
a fine breeze springing up from shore, our
barque glided across the water like
duck, while three cheers were given by
all on board, which were answered by
three times three from the people who
remained behind, after which the Grah am
band struck up the well-known air:
"Old Grimes is dead, that good old soul
We neer shall him more"
We had just fairly got under way,
when the man on the look out cried "Ship
ahoy?" and presently there hove in sight
a Glow, long, black schooner" at whose
mast head was floating an immense flag
inscribed with the significant words!-
"To the victors belong the spoils." The
'.human lumber" with which she was
freighted, was poor, lean, care-worn set
with "all the vulture in their jaws" A
mong them we saw many whom we had
known years ago, and some there were of
whom we had heard much without know
ing them personally. On inquiry we
learned their names generally, but we can
only notice the more prominent.
Near the bow stood James Buchanan,
wearing a black reversible coat and white
vest, with ten-cent piece fastened to his
hat, turning his face North and South al
Tentatively, and bowling politely to all "a
round him; and apparently in the best
imaginable humor with himself and all
those with whom he was associating.-
But this pleasantness was undoubtedly
affected, for shortly after, finding himself
alone, he was humming away something
after this manner:
"Oh! my heart is unasy,
My brain is near crazy,
And it's often | wish | was dead;"
For "Penn's favorite son."
Is again nately done,
And another by my sowl, is elected:
Next to him was Lewis Cass, his head
uncovered, holding a scroll in one hand,
and the other little raised, as if in the
act of addressing the people but he was
evidently prevented from speaking by the
noise and confusion" around him. But
during short cessation in the commotion,
the hero of Seisword was heard expatia-
ting most eloquently against the doing a
way of old fogyism, with its snags and
sawyers and steamboat disasters, Gnas-
much as it was exceedingly funny to see