The weekly Minnesotian. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1852-1858, 1852-10-02

self, and who in life
ole columns of all the
Oh the editor Of the
adept. But we will
RS longer from the
hold the glaring evil
t of all the mean and
Democrat editor has
From the Democrat, Sept.
90, 1852.
THE WHO HOBBY IN
THE Mud! AND ST. PAUL
WHIGGERY sFIRED WITH
lNDIGNATION' THEREAT!
The Wing politicians of st.
Paul had fixed up in their Of
tice-craving imaginatiOns, a
nice little hobby to run, as
they believed, u successful
race In the next electiUn.-
According to their political
,tnatoiny, one of tue fore legs
Iof the animal was 10 be COM
posed of those democrats In
sentiment who have hith-
ertD been separated by a
variety Of unfortunate cir
cums;ances from an earlier
union with their brethren,
who had first Organized them
selves into a party.
The other fore leg was to
be made vi those democrats,
who have acted with the sor-
ganization,' but by becoming
enlisted, and somewhat
warmly too, in support of the
Maine liquor law, were sup
posed by the WING leaders to
have been estrangcd from
the democracy, and there
fore, ready ~ become a limb
Of the whig hobby.
The hind legs of this pie
bald whig donkey consists Of
all the whig politicians of all
sorts OF professions and prac-
ticcs; a union Of all the cam
ting Pharisees OF the sI.ying
Son of Minnesota stripe,
bound together like flesh and
blood, with public sinners,
who do not take the pains 70
play the hypocritc; Il combi-
nation Of the place hunting,
bogus temperance wings,
and the office loving rum
mics; the wing trickster OF
long face, and the whig gam
bier, who spends his long
nights at The card table
these, aided by the well
meaning, the honest men Of
whiggery, who regard it as a
religious duty to oppose the
Democratic Party all the
time, compose the muscle,
the cartilage, the blood and
bones Of the hind legs of this
Rosinante of whiggery,which
they had christened the Law
and Order Peoples Party!
Prominently mounted on
this donkey-and not slowed
away in its bowels like the
men OF the Trojan horse-sat
the beautiful John p. Owens!
A suitable effigy of St. Paul
whisgery-a Death on the
Pale Horse, burlesqued! But
there he sat snuffiny the pub
lie printing afar off, and anon
Summoning the Democracy
|of Minnesota to submit at
once to an unconditional sur
render Behind Owens,
back to back, las we learn
from the last Pioneer,) sat
our neighbor Isaac, his SIM
Iple-heartcd, and trusty
squire, holding OH to the tail
and crupper with all his
might and main force,which,
as the sequel will show,
pulled UP the donkey to a sort
'of standing position, not
withstanding its very made
quate neither supports.
Thus appointc.i, as the wing
leaders supposed, with legs,
as well as riders, front and
rear, they believed that their
hobby had nothing more to 10
than run over the course and
sweep the stakes Of Office and
power. The riders thus
mounted, and also booted
and spurred TO dash rough
shod over all opposition,
were pulled up like empty
bladdcrs, with self-ilnpor-
lance. With an air Of tri-
umph, they crack their whips
and plunring their rowels
into the lean fianks Of their
donkey. they give a shout
and attempt the first leap in
the race, when horrible to
relate, the donkey plunges
headlong into the Inud,pitch-
ing its riders heels over head
into the deep slough of polit-
cal despond! And then for
the first time, it was discov-
cred by Owens and his gang,
that their hobby had only its
whig hind Iegs-the fore
legs relied upon, were not
there ! Owens tainted several
times and all his cronies
were fired with indignation.'
Nobody could tell what had
become Of Isaac. He was
counted among the missing.
We hope he was not hurt.
Owens, having recovered
from his Paintings, ran about
like a hen that had lost her
: chickens, and became like
Gen. Scott, when he wrote
that notorious native letter,
Sired all over with indiCna-
tion,' and covered with the
: filth Of his tumble. He rant
cd and swore about the men
whom he wanted to make
. the fore legs Of his donkey.
I and cursed them with all the
rage of q drunken hag Of Biz
: iingssate. Uncle Moffet and
1 Counsellor Murray were the
especial objects of his blazing
D Indignation. He then rushed
: like a maniac into the Mime
; sctian Office, to expose the
? trick that had been played
: off on him, and while he wa.
I writing an account of hi.
! mishap, he tainted several
tltimes more, and but for the
: timely aid Of DIR. Jarvis, ant
: the nursing Of Jus. Ramsey,
Ben. BrunsOn, Counsellor
Wilkinson and Postmaster
!, Bass, the owners of half the
I MinnesOtian, he would have
: gone Of in a syncope.
The above denouemcnt took
place last week, and afforded
, a large amount Of fun to the
, democrats, and no little en-.
Z joyment and satisfaction to q
t great many wings. who des.
. pise Owens and his crew of
| spoil hunters.
u P. S. Since the above was
written, we learn that Owens
and his cr0nies are busy at
work, trying the hopeless ex-
pertinent Of pulling their
dead donkey out Of the mire.
In their desperation, they
are crazy enough to suppose
that by a profusc application
of steam power, they can
make him go yet, on his two
} shriveled legs and timber
lhOofs, and thus force him to
run a tolerable race against
our finely conditioned and
prancing steed, Democracy I!
Well, that's enough to make
democrats laugh and grow
fat!