The true Democrat., 1856-09-16
From the Hartford Times. M MACBETH.

M A c B E T Fl. A CT IV.-SCENE l. AS PERFORMED, WITH GREAT APPLAUSE, AT THE
 BROADWAY TABERNACLE, N. Y. 4 Caularon 6oiling; thunder. Enter SUMNER, GREELEY and FREMONT, as three Witches. Sumner. Thrice have spoken stolen speeches. Greeley. Thrice, and once I lied and whined. Fremont. Seward cries: tls time, 'tis time. Summer. Round about the cauldron go; In my poisoned speeches throw;
 Swetered venom, which got Out of brother Stewards pot. AN. Double, double toii and trouble;
 Fire burn, and cauldron bubble Greeley Kansas items, ,U1ich make,
 In the cauldron boil and bake;
 Eyes gouged out of Rudion prog,
 Woolly horse that wouldn't jog. Adder'S tongue with which 1 sting
 Truth, that mawksh, hated thing,
 For charm of powerful trouble Like hell-broth boil and bubble. AH. Double, double, toll and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble Fremont. Skull of wolf Kit Karson slew,
 When to see him looked blue; Liver of the gentle Jew Who so kindly put me through, When l couldn't raise the tin
 To buy up Bennetfs soul of sin;
 Ilerald leaaer, number one, When my hH,e note was done; Number "two," his second babe,
 Ditch-deivercd by drab;
 Add thereto the little vllain," Treason's pander, always willin'. AM Double, double, toll and trouble; Fire burn and cauldrOn bubble Greeley. Cool 1t with s2avehozder's blood
 Then the charm is firm and good Souls of Nggers, black and white,
 Who would freedom slay, Minglc, mingle, minge, Whilst you mingle may. Enter FILLMORE 0s MacJeth Fillmore. How'now, ye secret, black, and mid-
 What is't ye do? might hags, AN. A deed without nalne Fillmore. What, is it not Disunion you contrve? l conjure you by Abby kelly's garter, By Wendall Phillips curses by the froth Of Beecher. Parker, and what's worse, your-
 selves,
 Howe'er you know the future, answer me To what ask you. AN Say if thou would'st rather hear it from
 our mouths,
 Or from the devils, our master Fillmore. Call them let me see them AU Friends of Fremont, high or low, Yourselves and office deftly show. I Thun3er. Enter Me GHosT OF THE WHO PARTY, fio,gn-
 ing gh'onaIy. Ghost Fillmore, beware, 1 may be ghost, But alive or dead you cannot fool this child. No Sum for us, nor .SamJo We're straight
 Wings.
 OLD BUcS's our man. You'll find so in No-
 vember.
 Farewell old codger-you're played out. Dis
 miss me.
 Your company don't suit, they smell of trea-
 son. GHOST UanisheS. Fillmore. l know you. But how's this? l
 wanted not
 Spirits of light and union. 1 have need Of easy y-conscienced deviis-Whigs in name But knaves in nature--who go in for spoils Yet thou hast harped my fear alright. Whats
 this? A FIGURE of tte Sianaese Iwins rises, crowned, aild a1eagt0g on one J1oe0 Me aU0rd "Uuyd," on tte other < .SJt' Figure. Fillmore, Fillmore, Fillmore Fillmore. Had three ears I'd hear thee. f aglue The pair thou hast are long enough
 great hZZlei
 Soest thou not this bond 'twixt New York
 Hards and Softs?
 'Tis union for the Union and Old Buck; Our hearts blood courses through it, and
 each throb
 Strikes one stroke of your knell. Novem-
 berS sun
 Sees all the Hindoos buried! Have you done?
 FIGURE gnulsIlps Fillmore. Done brown, by Heaven Here Ere
 mont, take my jacket And play the scene out Ive no notion J ohn, or being hissed or rotten eggs just yet. If you prefer that sort of thing, go on. Fremont. Give me the royal toggery, I'll go it. Am not lion -mettled, proud and rich? Have not woolly horses ridden? feastol On meat of desert dogs? Stand back! That may tell pale hearted Fear i: lies, And sleep in spite of all the throats that thunder
 Buck to the skies, and Fremont to-the dogs. A FIGURE of Denocracy, cro,Oned agiM Bucks antlers, and ho1ding hickory stick in its hands, 77ses