The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1856-07-12


pulse to the Fillmore eAuse. The !" old line
wings" Of maryland, IN formal State Conven-
ton, have. declared him their " old line" candi-
date-pot on the rickety-rackety Philadelphia
platform, but Upon the good ideas of the old
whig party. This proceeding in Maryland has
been heartily seconded by the old line wings"
of Virginia, and will doubtless be followed up
in similar movements throughout the Southern
States; alpd this restoration Of Mr.. Fillmore
to the respectable position of the "old line
whig" candidate will be very apt to give
him four or five, If not a full half
dozen,Of the Southern States. This consumma-
ton will carry the election into Congress should
Fremont fail of an election by the people by his
vote in the Northern States In this resurrection
ana reaction of the 'on line whigsn therefore,
Mr.. Fillmore ceases 10 be an insignificant fgnre
in the perspective, and becomes a prominent
object in the foreground of the picture The stiff
ness is taken out Of his joints by the old wing
liniment, and he begins to jog along on the
South side Of the,course at a fair and promising
pace, and in a free perspiration.
Col Fremont, the last nag brought out, has
than either of his competitors and like one efhis
favorite California horses that have made their
one hundredsnd twenty miles at single stretch,
there appears to be no end to his endurance
Head and tail up, and with his legs well thrown
out, he runs like the wind. Already this new
candidates from the Rocky Mountains has more
newspapers at his back than Mr.. Buchanan, and
party in his support truly formidable in men,
means talent and enthusiasm. Whigsand demo
Gratis, Catholics and Puritans, natives and Ger
mans, Know Nothings and Irishgnen, young and
old, are rallyng right and left, East and West,
under the banner Of Fremont. He and his
army of supporters are fairly in for the sweep
stakes, and they may win; but if they do not win,
they will at least make a most terrible shaking
among the old dry bones Of the rettcn democracy,
and will probably carry up Fremont to Congress
the highest of the three candidates from the
people.
Mr.. Buchanan, on the other hand is already
slackening in his gait very perceptibly. His pa
pers are deserving him here and there, and his
most active drummers seem to be laboring in
vain to get up little enthusiasm The stuff of
(which popular enthusiasm is made, however, isn't
in him, and cannot be brought out Of him.
Through his whole life he has been a cold and
timid man. following in the wake of other men;
while Fremont has been a veritaole and notable
pioneer, leading the way in the path Of empire,
and opening up hitherto unknown regions to sci
ence and Anglo-Saxon civilization. We don't
hear anything Of late of Mr. Buchanan. Had the
Presidential election taken place the day or the
week after the Cincinnati Convention he would
have hardly had show of resistance; but he has
been losing ground ever since. Even Captain
Rynders, with his well-drilled Empire Club and
his faithful little six-pounder, can hardly make
noise enough for the democratic candidate to be
heard beyond the iron ratings Of the Park.
Thus, then, they stand: Fremont ahead all
over the North, Fillmore bristling up in the
South, Buchanan losing ground At this rate,
where will the democracy be in November?