Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1853-07-09
"Reminiscences The Era.

their kind, can't well be beat. Speaking OF the
recent Barnburners, he says:
1.-THE way of the transgressors is hard enough,
but undsr the Pierce dynasty 1t is nothing to
the way the prodignl sons are to be served after
they have tasted of the fatted calf dressed to
welcome their return. To our taste, the husks
of the third party had better relish and
pleasantcr digestion. The elder brethren who
never left the household are evidently the chief
cooks of the entertainment, and serve it without
grace.
"The Hunkors remember lSls. and so do We
Those were tho days when we went gypsying
with the Prince and the pious Butler. 1t is
amusing now to recollect that we have seen
John mobbed, as nearly as four or Eve thousand
indignant Wings and Locos could achieve so
laudable an undertaking. il is really funny to
to think of his quantity of piety being persecut-
cd and to look back at his sufTerings for con-
science sake, as an actual fact We fancy we
can hear him now, as then, delivering the oracle,
"There is such thing as being right as well
as regular!" John, you are immortal-but, as
a wag. We have made out our own pardon
for believing that when good motives for right
conduct were as plenty as blackberres, you had
some of them. You arc good looking fellow,
and, for little while, had the benefit of good
company but, it is of no avail for you to get
right again; better, on the whole, for all honest
men, that you stay regular. And, as for brother
Butler, we recommend him also to keep out of
rcvivals, and stick to stated preaching" If
you are treated with contempt and suspicion by
your present political nssociatcs, it will not add
very much to the burden Of your own; so we
leave you to your luck and don't lot your
conscience trouble you in the least. Repentance
is not grace for them, and for that place where
there is no reformation possible. We have fed
upon the crumbs that fell from your table, and
owe you something tor few helpful licks, and
would willingly dip the tips of our fingers in
water to cool your lips when you get into tor
mcnt, but for the width Of the gulf. Prayers
for the dead don't reach beyond purgatory.-
We must hide our grief in our own heart, for
it is not lawful to send our good wishes all the
way after you. You have become National
Democrats; and, ." to give the devil his DUE
We consent and submit, but our humanity
shuddcrs at the fierce extremes of heat and
cold that are in reserve for you.
"And now, that our sympathics are flowing
freely, where IS our old friend Tom Corwin, of
glorious memoryi The last thing we rscollect
of him, personally, happened on the Western
Reserve, in ls4o-a long time ago! That day
he performed one of the most capital lodges that
we havo seen done even on the Western stump
There were few Abolitionists among the
twenty thousand auditors that he was playing
upon for his own and General Harrison's cleo
ton but they wanted to vote for Old Tip any
how, and, they say in Pennsylvania, "never
let on abou, his pro-slavcry votes, duly record
cd in the Abolition almanac Of the day. The
I.ocos, however, were wcll-posted up about it.
and if they could only get the Governor to say
something about it, one way or the other, they
had something to make by it. For, if he came
out fat footed against the Abolitionists, he
would lose them and il he pleased them, he
must offend host of good Wings and true"
"Tom"-that is, the Honorable Thomas Cor
win~-hnd just made an effective pause in his
oratory, and was taking drink, when fosty-
faced. slab bsided Locofoco, six feet and an in
definite number of inches high rose about the
middle of the mass, and stretching himself up
like jack-screw, letting out one joint of his
back bone after another, until he stood head
and shoulders above the crowd, cried out, in
voice that might split gum stump, " What do
you say to Abolition Tom-his name was in
such constant use that is had to be shortened
for convenience-Tom,t taken all aback, and not
a loop hole left for escape, looked around for q
moment in honest distress, which served better
than acting it for his purpose, and letting it
first take effect, put on tho roguery required,
and when every eye was blazing on him, and
every heart standing still with expectation, he
covered his face with both hands, leaving an
outlook for his eyes between the fingers, and
in tone of exquisitively done-up mock en-
barrassment, cried out, "That's not fair ques-
ton to put to q man of MT COLOR" Tom is
doubtless as comely, morally and politically, as
the curtains of solomon but he is, neverthe-
less, as black, complexionaly, us the tents of
Kedar. The effect was immense, and the i'm
pertinence of the Democrat was drowned in the
explosion of applause.
"But what a difference there is between ex-
ploding joke in the woods and bomb shell
in the Senate chamber Tho last we heard of
him, after that volcanic eruption, was that he
ran away to escape from the falling fragments.
We hope he is not hurt, for there isn't better
agitator alive. From painting rainbows to
ladling out lava, for mixing logic and laughter,
fur and philosophy, with effect, he has scarcely
a match in the Union, however bounded. All,
Prince John, and Governor Tom, we could
better have spared better men. for we had plenty
nf thnrn and WIN ahnnt want m nr;An.h ...h;i. /.