The south-western. [volume] (Shreveport, La.) 1852-1870, 1856-11-26
The New Orleans Bulletin discourses in the

The New Orleans Bulletin discourses in thu
following strain over the result of the preslden
tial contest:
The fight has ended, the smoke blown Oft
and from the reports made to head quarters
we have pretty accurately ascertained the mum
Der of dead, wounded and missing, in which
| list we are ourselves to be enumerated. The
battle has been fought, manfully fought, very
manfully fought, and-lost by us-us, the small
| Spartan reserve, who came at the heel OF the
| fight to the Rescue of the weak side, because i
was the side Of principle and right. Had the
old line wings listened to the syren voice of de
mocracr. and yielded to its Establishments ane
meretricious attractions, they would now be
rcyeling in the ranks of the victors, and enjoy
inc in anticipation the small distribution of the
spoils which would have been allotted to then
bw way of stipend. But then there would be
the invidous digit ever pointed at us, ssthe slow
unmoving finger of scorn,' the monstrari digito
to remind US of our servity and abasement
For ourselves we feel more comfortable where
we are. Because we happen to be
"Too fond of right to pursue the expedient,'
an old foyy principle, by carrying out which
we may have lost patronage and pap, we have
at least preserved our independence and self
respect, no trit1ing boons in these fast and cor
rupting times. They are the true opina, the
only spoils which can satisfy man in prosperi-
ty, and console him in adversely.
Thanks to the telegraph our political death
will not be slow, lingering one, and we shall
be relieved OF world of suspense and anxiety,
for we are at this present writing in artlculo
morris; nothing can save US; we are past pray
ing for We know now positively, as we knew
all along in anticipation, precisely where we
stand; or rather where we lie, for our position
is supine, PROSTATE on the ground, but yet look
ing upward
with back to the field, and feet to the foe
If any of our democratic friends feel dispos
ed to commisserate our condition, we can tell
them that their pity, though akin to love" is
thrown away upon us. We have SO long and
so often suffered political defeats that we have
got used to them. They say that the quakers,
who for conscience sake used to be roasted at
a slow fire by the humane and tolerant puri
tans of New England, got so at last that they
seemed rather to like it; and we are inclined to
believes hat the repeated whippings and exec
riations we have received periodically from the
democrats, serve the purpose of a counter irri-
ant, producing a kind of Initiating sensation
lot altogether unpleasant. Habit is a second
nature. 1t will reconcile eels to the severest
laying process, and one of the ancient schools
If philosophers taught the doctrine that pain
vas not a disagreeable sensation when one got
Used to it. Why, then, shotld we murmur?
We cannot complain of the tickle goddess, the
liyinity that speaks out of the ballot box. To
is she has been immutable and uniform, and
lever beguiled US with the delusive hope of
better luck the next time
We are strongly inclined to think that the
minority is the place best suited for our COM
ort and peace of mind; there we feel at home;
S easy as we do in our old boots. 1t may have
een designed for our good in another way; as
kind of penance to mortify some obstrepeous,
ampant passion; to keep in check some ugly
uaities that were only waiting to be developed
y course Of prosperity. Had we fed all
ur lives at the public crib, we should like
nough have waxed fat and kicked Success
light have spoiled our temper, impaired our
made us proud, dogmaica, petulent
nd vituperative. Pulled up, we might forget
lr good breeding, snkinge,he gentleman into
he politician, fall into scurrilous and vulgar
ablts of abusing, and calling by hard names
ose who were just as good as ourselves, be-
'use they differed from us in politics.
We are saved this degradation, and hence
e can say in a grateful and humble spirit,
sweet are the uses of adversity."
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