The Evansville daily journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ia. [i.e. Ind.]) 1848-1862, 1854-04-08
The Bugie Sohnded-Look out for In.
dians!-Thc Fires and Pipes smok.


dians!--The Fire. and Pipe. smoh-
ing.
Our, precious neighbor of the Enquirer has
habit OF occasionally amounting stilts," and
talking to the dear people from a very high
pedestal. He elevates his nose above the re.
gions of common sense, and smells afar of
the corruptions of Whiggery, and the odifer-
Gus perfumes of Sainted Democracy. 1t
makes no difference to him what the occa-
sion may be--his genius wings itself as ma
jestically over tumble-bug ball as abreast a
mountain peak. He is funny neighbor any,
how, and we have always said so-a most
amusing neighbor, and never more humorous
to gaze at than when seeking to be most Sc
rious.
Yesterday, he had rallyng article adj
dressed to the Democracy of vanderburgh
and Posey, on the occasion Of u call for a
senatorial convention of that heaven. favored
party, to choose candidate for the Senate;
or in the more elevated language Of the En-
qurer, the Democratic party sis to meet
around its council fires once again, to smoke
the calumet of peace, and TO select from its
chieftains somestalwart standard bearer for
the senatorial election of this summer! ~
Ii our readers still have doubts as to the OBJ
jects Of the meeting, we shall again quote
from the beautiful language Of our neighbor:
"The Democracy will meet to talk over the
interests of their party, to choose from their
number an appropriate representative and to
fling out TO the triumphant Jree,es Of hearen a
banner mhich has nerer get faliered, rhich has
nerer get been unkissed by the air of victory"
Good for our neghbor. Literally he says
that the Democratic '"chieitans'' of Van.
derburgh and Posey, are to sit around
big fire, smoking pipes, then some stalwart
fellow is to be chosen to carry banner,
which the big chieitains are to "aing out to
the triumphant breezes Of HEAVIER" and this
is to be one which never faltered (do banners
quake with fearD and which has never yet
been "unkissed by the air of victory! !r'-
Prodigious We hope our Democl attic friends
will properly prepare their minds, by the aid
OF our neighbor, for full conception of the
Importance of the occasion. -s1
But if they think they have nothing to do
but smoke pipes and fling unfaltering and un-
kissed banners to the breezes of Heaven.
they are greatly mistaken. Our neighbor
says on that occasion "the Democracy will
meet to hold consultation on the interests of
Posey and Vanderburgh, and on the saba
ton Of America" So the country has get to
be saved, and our neighbor has placed its SAL
vation in the hands of the Democratic chief.
tains o. two counties in "ths Pocket" of In
diana! We shall sleep easy--yea, we shall
snore in the infinite contentment of knowing
the country is safe. Sound the hugah-
thump the banjo--the salvation of America
is to be placed under the consideration of the
Democratic pipe smokers of Vanderburgh
and Posey, squatted around Council fires
The danger is over.
But who are these big chieftains. Let our
neighbor answer. They are representations
Of principles as glorious as were those Of
Washington before the battle of Yorktown,
or of Miltiades at Marathon" Think of
that, you old dodgers and young Gods, who are
invited to the council fires and pipes. Recol-
lect what you are, and fling that remarkable
banner right into the eyes Of the big and lit
tie stars, even above the "breezes of Heav-
en-"
But while these terrible events are about
being sprung upon US by our Democratic
neighbor, what has the Wing party been do
ing, and wherefore sleepeth it! Let this iden-
teal neighbor, the wsest Of all wise neigh.
bors answer: "By degrees the Wing party
has been treading the unreturning path
which leads to annihlation." That's what
they are at now-marching down an "unre-
turning path" straightway to annihilation.-
When they arrive at humiliation, we pre-
sumo they will turn round and march back
again. "But there is no balm in Gilead, ever,
evermore," says he. speaking of the Wing
party. That sounds like Poe's Raven
Poem--'ever, eyermore,' - but our neigh
Dor Is ravenous fellow at any rate. He
says--"the Wing party died with Henry Clay
and Daniel Webster" vet in the very next
sentence, he says Whiggery, the "unkempt
monster, whom they taught to fondle on
them, wanders disconsolate without q home >,
How can dead thing, even if il be an ",,-
kempt monster wander about! Is il nos
sble we have the ghost of all uncombed mon.
ster wandering about disconsoately among
US! But what an affecting picture has this
delectable neighbor placed before our eyes,
an "unkempt MONSTER" that once fondled on
two great statesmen, now wandering ''ds.
consulate without home.''
Yet this appears to be a jolly old monster at
last, for our neighbor says, sit wsylays every
incipient folly aud bids it to wedding feast. y,