Semi-weekly standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1853-18??, 1856-09-17
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BusHLANp.NIGHrs DREAM.

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For the Standard.
2" BUSHLAND.N NIGHTS DREAM.
MEssRs EDrroRs: In dream of my imagination
ssrolled unseen down one Of those meiod'oos
streamlets tibet fow in bubbling cadence along a
sweet Whortle-berry Valley of husband, at that
sacred hour when nocturnal patriots sally forth amid
Swapping bats and screeching owls to conserve the
institutions of America. " Howlon(g) before we
cannot say, this is my own, my native land r.
In the swamps of my memory could still near tine
bull-frogs of 1910 believing out, Tippecanoe, lip
pecanoe too, Tyler too" All Of the above
Directly heard something enter the swamp with
sneaking tread. looked around; and behold, it
was Sam. The first thing that caught his eye was
toad, sitting a toad-stool, stretching his mouth
from ear to ear-and bawlng out, "Sa-am." Sam
began to soloquize, looking at the toad: Alas!
how thou remndst me of myself, like thy an
cestor famed in fable, tried to swell myself into
formidable size and like him, busted: As thou
sittest proudly on thy toadstool, which must have
sprung from the rotten remains of some nobler ami
mal-so once proudly rode upon my party, which
sprung up in the night from the rotten remains OF
the Northern oing Of the Wing party-ths s0'ng
was poisoned with abolitionism and from the stencil
which it raised in the North, supposed the South
ern body was dead, and the Southern air infected,
and that could gloat over corruptions here, too;
but when arrived l found that the Democracy had
taken it in us naturalised citizen and it spurned
me as if 1 brought death with me; and when the
fogs and darkness were dspelled and political light
shone upon my party, it withered like toad-stool
in the mornings sum-" As Sam was crossing the
brook on his westward course, the bullrogs below
ed out you're undone, you're undone." "Who?
-who?- ?-who ?-who ?" said the OWL
"Sam!" screamed the night-hawk in answer; upon
which the screech-owl set up the most pathetic Ia
mentation in trepsbling voice but the 'possum,
the skunk, the owl and coon, struck up as merry
a tune as if Sam was on his march to glory. When
he reached the top of the nearest western hill he
stopped, turned round, and all hushed to hear his
farewell speech Says he: Crickets, dor-beetles,
sawyers,-my old companions one and all-oft have
listened to the medley of your nocturnal meo-
dies, while my dark lantern was cleaning from the
pine thicket Il It caps the elimination of you heav
en-kissing hill But now must bid you long
farewell. You are the companions that always
cheered me latest atnight but oft have passed along
your highway to the crossroads, "between mid
night and one hour before day-break," when these
mosquitoes that play like winged jews-harps about
my ears were stupidity drunk with blOod-when
those sonorous bullfogs weary of being Jared with
their own thunder, with collapsed sides and unstrung
threats, had long since sunk to their muddy rest
when those jabbering ducks were rocked in float
ing slumbers on the bosom of yon pond-when ev-
erything was SO still that the Growing of a cock
would have made ghost dodge oh my old COM
panions, why did I fall? Did 1 not use caution
enough UnOStS wall I'LL tuey SCeut tit luOInlhS
air, before they fly to the spirit land; when nights
swift dragons cut the dark away, wandering ghosts
troop home to church-yards; and damned spirits
that are buried at public places crawl into their
wormy beds but alacays enjoined mig FOLLOWERS to
erascl into their beds one hour before this time =
Was this not conservative and cautious? o! P.
@. R., &C., my country Westward the star of EN-
pre takes its way; my star has set in this land
will mount the mountains of the West and see if
hope yet fingers beyond; ann if see none, l will
Jordan now called Hudson) into the land of
negro Canaan where was born" Here his COM
panions, thinking he was through, struck VI, and
sung; and Sam went on his way muttering. Slip
ped up behind him to hear J." Yes, " continued he
81 will 60 back to my Canaan. l will leave this
land of slavery. thought this scheme would sue
coed in winding the South into our power. l
thought there were some leading men here, even
before came, who sympathized with our cause OF
freedom; but these are sinking into disrepute and
the peoples indignation is boiling hot. They have
smoked me out Of my gravel pit, and will not even
give me hiding place in husband. foel that my
days of rot-feasts are over. In my Canaan is hid.
den pit through which I came up from the "vasty
native land, eff it were land that ever burned with
solid, as the lake with liquid fire." But leave not
wholly disconsolate for those whose fanaticsm has
screwed them up to stick to me till now will de-
clare that my humbuggeries principles, and will
endure as long as love of native land; and that I
votalies, where'er they rave proclaim that Heaven
took back the Saint it gave-that I've but vanish
ed from this earth awhile to again with bright
unshrouded smile! So shall they build me affairs
in their ZEAL where Enaoes shall minister and fools
shall kneel; so shall my banner through long ages
be the ralying sign Of fraud and anarchy; and,
though die, my spirit, still the same, shall walk
abroad in all the stormy strife, and guilt and blood,
that were its bliss in life."
Here stumbled over an old dark lantern in the
bushes, and Sam looked around and saw me, and
just made dingy streak towards the North West,
and have not heard from him since-except Mr.
Democracy and Mr.. o. L. Whiggery occasionally
ply shoe.leather after him as he passes.1
HUCKLE-BERRY, JR.
husband, Aug, 1856.
For the Standard.
MEssRs EDITORS Some good things occur occa-
sionally, away up here in Yadkin, of which your
readers perhaps, would be pleased to hear, they
may think we are all Know Nothings, judging from
our late elections; but it is mistake. Know Moth
ingism was duly buried in the old North State, on
the 9TH of August last. The dying struggle was
hard one; and few of the surviving propagandists
of that sinking order, held meeting at our Court
House, on Tuesday of our Superior Court. The
meeting was addressed by the Hon. Nat Boyden, as
an old line Wing, in order to stop the old line Wings
from giving their support to Buchanan. He said
there no such thing as giving up Fillmore, and
hoped the meeting would send delegates to Bati-
more on the 18th inst, to endorse Fimore's nomi-
nation; and l suppose prepare an old line Wing
plank in that old rotten platform. Certainly this
same Fillmore is the man nominated by the Know
Nothing Convention, and who accepted the nomina-
ton, platform and all, in pile together,-the same
man whose Electors have repudiated old line Wings
as traitors. Now, to attempt to endorse his nOmi.