Nashville union and American. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1853-1862, 1855-05-23
otis the last rose of Summer
Left blooming alone;
All its lovely companions
Are fadad and oona -

ARE anu gone
Monday last was the day appointed for the meet.
ing of the achig convention in this place to nomi-
nate aohg candidate for Congress il this district
Public expectation was on tip toe, and there was
feeling Of general anxiety to take one last look
at a t0hi9 contention. 1t was generally conceded
that this would be the last chance. That this con-
vention, like the solitary flower over which our
poet wept, was " left blooming alone and that
we should never look upon its like again. The
great wing party, of which this was the sad and
mournful remnant and relic. had departed this life
of know-nothngism, and its distressed friends were
left to mourn the ''early lost" For ourselves,
we were anxious to see the process by which the
dead lion whose soul had passed into the body of
an owl, and dumb one at that, who transacted all
of his business by the light of the moon, could be
made to give farewell KICK and we desired to see
how those individuals who had abandoned the old
party and dropped into cellars, would look going
through the farce of public nomination of wing
candidate.
Monday came, and we looked about for the dele
gates and made inquiries as to the time of meeting
Delegates were scarce, and no one seemed to know
anything about whether the convention would
meet or not The general impression seemed to
be that it would not assemble. Delegates with
whom we conversed assured US that as all Of the
counties in the district had expressed preference
for Gen. Zollicofer, there was no necessity for q
convention. This important fact they appeared to
have discovered after their arrival here. Evident
ly Sam had decreed the final humiliation of the
whig party, and determined to heap opprobium up
on its memory by preventing the performance of
these, its funeral obseques The Convention had
flatted out--uot delegates enough in attendance
for corporals guard and those who had fooled
away their time and money to whig Convention,
wepezioubtess informed that such assemblages
were obsolete ideas, and that they had better go
home as quietly as possible, tell their neighbors
what they had seen and heard, and invite them to
see "Sam with the least possible delay.
We did not totally abandon our hopes of seeing
the dead Lion of whiggery kick, until after dinner,
stumbled up against genuine Native American,
who for ought we know, was Sam himself, in the
form Of a noble specimen of the Cherokee tribe
Fearless and defiant in his manner, of fine figure,
and pleasant countenance as fine looking In
dan as we have seen for many long day, and
the only sample Of his race that has appeared in
our streets for years. AS soon as we saw him. we
knew the zig was up" and we should have no
Wing Convention. Thesight ofso pure native"
we knew would bring every know-nothng to his
feet at the bare mention Of the name Of "Whig"
and rouse him to fearful indignation at the sugges
ton of Convention. And it was even so. No
convention met but we presume that after light,
way down in some dark cellar, our copper coored
friend was nominated by the know nothing Coun-
Gil and that the seat which Cave johnson and I'll
licofer have warmed, will be kept warm by this
indebted son of the soil, whose ancestors lived
here before the Eagle became our emblem, the
stars and strips our banner the Constitution
political guide, and who is as ardent and as vel
low as southern sun can make him.