American Lancaster gazette. [volume] (Lancaster, Ohio) 1855-1860, 1855-03-29
..Snm" DngucrreOtypcd.


The following daguerreOtype likeness of
that mysterious parsonage, commonly call
ed "Sdm" was drawn by the hand of the
eloqent RArNER, of North Carolina. 1t is
a picture worth looking at. We advise
our readers to "frame" and preserve it for
their children to look att
"There is a certain parsonage abroad in
the land, at the sound of whose voice the
shackles of the party drop from the hands
of our people, like those of Psul and Silas
at the approach of the angel. Although
the echo Of his footsteps is not heard, yet
to the demagogue and party hack, he is as
terrible as an army "with banners" He
is 10 magician, and yeta touch of his
wand, like that of tie spear of Ithuriel,
causes the mask to drop from the face of
Hypocrisy, and exposes selishness and par
ty bigotry in all their deformity. He comes
with his "fan in his hand, and he purges
the floor" as he goes. They call him
"Sam." But it is not "Uncle Sam. :
Uncle Sam is venerable in years, with
sound head and an honest heart. But he is
growing old, bent in form, bowed down
with heavy burdens which the lazy, and
ayaricious, the cunning and selfish, have
hcaped upon his shoulders and compelled
him to wear. This person 10 whom al
lude is the first born and dutiful son. He
has come to his fathers relief. With all
the wisdom and honesty of his sire, he
possesses the buoyancy, the yigor and
strength of youth. His muscles are elastic
and sinews tough. His mission is to visit
every city, town and hamlet in the land
He is equally at home in the mansions of
the great and the cottage Of the lowly.-
He takes his seat at the council board of
the wise, and ministers at the couch of the
afflicted. lie whispers the word of hope,
which nerves the arm of the mechanic in
his workshop, and walks beside the farmer
as he turns up the burrows of his field
His march is ever onward. He passes
rivers at bound, scales mountains at a
leap, and through swamp and forest he
never loses his way. lie never stops, ex-
cept to drop a tear upon the grave Of some
revolutionary hero, for his heart is as ten
der as his nerves are strong. He watches
around our dwellings when we are asleep &
slumber never weighs heavy on his eyelids.
He carries in his hand the flag of his coun-
try, which has SO often withstood the bat
tie and the breeze. The halo of freedom
beams upon his coun;enance, and the enc
mics of the Union fly at his coming, like
kites and crows at the eagles swoop. He
never stiikes without warning, but when
he does, the edge Of his claymore sewers
Joints and marrow, and hecatomb falls at
every blow. Tie creed of his faith is the
constitution of his country, and Luther and
Washington are his two great exemplars of
religious and civil freedom. Bars and
bolls cannot screen the chicanery Of mid
night caucuses from his ken, and convent
walls cannot be built too high for him to
scale. Chattering demagogues grow dumb
at his approach, and bishops mitre and
Jcsuiis robe fall from the head Of pamper-
ed insolence and skulking knavery at its
touch. He cheers the hearts of the hon
est, patriotic and good, with the smile of a
hero at their country's dcliverance-and to
the wicked, the hypocritlcal, the selfish. he
speaks their day of doom. After having
gone his destined round, he will finish his
labors by lashing, with the thongs of pop
ular indignation, from the temple Of legis.
lation at Washington, those who have been
desecrating freedoms sltars by Offering
victims to political idols. After such a
herculean labor, he will need at least four
years repose, which he will spend in the
"White House." When he retires again
to private life, he will leave his warning
admonilion with his countrymen, TO pre-
serve our institutions from evil and corrupt
ing tendencies of foreign and Roman Cath
olic influences; and to maintain and defend
the Union, to cherish cordial, habitua
and immovable attachment to it;accustom
ing themselves to think and speak Of it az
the palladium oftheir political safety ant
prosperity; and watching for its preselva
ton with jealous anxiety"