The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1853-06-30

r;ss Won had some of them. You are 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 wnoie,
for all honest men, that you stay regular. AND
as for brother Butler, we recommend him also
to keep out of REVEALS, and stick TO stated
preaching" fyou are treated with con'emp'
and suspicion by your present political asso-
ciates, it will not add very much to the bur-
den of YOUR own; so we leave you to your
luck and don't let your consciences 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 froQ your table, and owe you
something for Few helpful ticks, and would
willingly dip the tips Of our fingers in water to
cool your lips when you get into torment, but
for the width of tle 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 shudders at those
fierce extremes of heat and cold that are in re-
serve for you.
And now, that our sympathies are flowing
freely, where is our old friend, Tom Corwin, OF
glorious memory? The last thing we recollect
of him, personally, happened in the Western
Reserve, in ls4O--a long time ago! That day
he performed one Of the most capital lodges
that we have seen done even on the Western
stump. There were a few Abolitionists among
the twenty thousand auditors that he was play
inc upon for his own and General Harrson's
election; but they wanted to vote for Old Tip
ANYHOW, and, as they say in Pennsylvania, "nev.
er let on about his pro-slavery votes, duly re-
cordedin the Abolition almanac ofthe day. The
Locos, however, were well-posted up about it,
and if they could only get the Governor to say
something about il, one way or the other, they
had something to make byit For, if he came
out flat-footcd against the Aboitionists, he
would lose them and if he pleased them, he
must offend hosts of "good Wings and true"
"Tom that is, the Honorable Thomas Cor
win-had Just made an effective pause in his ora
tory, and was taking a drink, when a frosty
faced, slab-sided 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 2" Tom-his name was
in such constant use that it had to be shorten
ed for convenience Tom, taken all aback, and
not loop-hole left for escape, looked around
for a moment in honest distress which served
better than acting it for his purpose, and letting
it first take effect put on the 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 exquisitely done-up mock embar-
rassment, cried out "Thats not a fair question
to put to man of MY COLOR" Tom is doubt
less as comedy, morally and politically, as the
curtains of Solomon ; but he is, nevertheless, as
black, complexionally, as the tents Of Kedar.
The effect was immense, and the impertinence
of the Democrat was drowned in the explosion
of applause.
But what a. difference there is between ex-
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